“How about that Tim Hortons?” 1/8/18
Jan 10, 2018 16:20:58 GMT -5
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Post by Avery Quinn on Jan 10, 2018 16:20:58 GMT -5
Backstage in a small little area before her match is Trixie sitting in the ring gear. A black top, well fitted with a pair of black shorts to match it. The denim jacket and shades on as she looks at the camera with a small smile. The blonde hair groomed, conditioned and volumized to be radiant and shimmer as she held a microphone with her hand.
TRIXIE: Ok, so I'm ready to answer a few questions.
She smiles with Yasmeen holding a few pink cards. On the back, the Trixie Brand logo is on them in black letters. Trixie sips the small plastic cup of water and clears her throat as she sets down the cup and mouths "thank you" to the person who got it for her with a welcoming smile.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: First question comes from @swixie from the fan site. With Stone Hendrix as undefeated, how does that impact your mindset?
Trixie holds up her hand with two fingers extended before she begins speaking.
TRIXIE: Yes. Stone has won two matches. A ten man tag team match where he got the hot tag to Wally and then Jamal after that nasty boot in the corner. How does that impact my mindset? It leaves me aware he's got promise, but I'm quicker than Jamal and I won't leave myself in the corner to be clocked by a wrestling boot. I'm here in SAP to conquer and Stone Hendrix's streak is the first one I will conquer.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: Someone did their homework.
She says and Trixie retorts waving a small strand of her blonde hair.
TRIXIE: Don't let the blonde hair fool you.
As they share a little chuckle and Trixie wiggles her foot in anticipation of the rest of the questions.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: Our next one comes from @evan_Mr.Trix. Will there be a SAP romance between you and anyone?
Trixie is taken back with her cheekbones prominent by the smile and blinks a couple times over the question. She chooses to shake her head just a little bit, hardly noticeable and lightly giggled at the question.
TRIXIE: I'm not entirely sure. But never say never.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: @wellerheller asks if you will be at all SAP events coming up with your 2018 Tour De Trixie you're on.
Trixie sits forward in her chair and rests her hands on her lap for a brief moment before they tell the story as she talks.
TRIXIE: I'll say this. SAP has stayed around longer than a lot of places who've closed their doors. In this volitile business, SAP's kept the light on and kept a room for fans and wrestlers to come together, host competitive matches and have a good time. I greatly respect that. I'm honoured SAP accepted my application and I will be here every show I can. Every show they'll have me.
With an approving nod from Yasmin, Trixie sits back and looks at the last card in her hand with glee.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: And last question, Trixie. What title do are you after?
TRIXIE: For now, that's for me to know and the champion to...watch out.
She says with a confident smirk and unclips her microphone off her black wrestling top. She stands up to collect her denim jacket and puts on her aviator glasses before turning back to Yasmeen to thank her and walks off set.
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The scene opens in the back locker room area, where Stone Hendrix is already in his wrestling gear and a white sleeveless Spirit and Pride shirt. He is wrapping his wrists and firsts with athletic tape, giving the task close focus. He doesn’t look up to the camera, but keeps wrapping, as he starts to speak.
Stone Hendrix: So far, I have been in giant tag matches and some upstart singles matches here in SAP. I have found success in them with an undefeated record so far, but let’s be honest here. This match tonight? Against Trixie? This is the biggest match of my short career so far. She’s an established veteran in this industry and has a name, a following. She’s done a lot and I respect what she’s done and continued to do.
He rubs his chin and looks like he’s thinking things over before letting out his next sentence. He finally tosses the roll of tape into his bag and eyes up the camera.
Stone Hendrix: This is the part where you expect me to talk her down and say why she shouldn’t win this match because of this, that or the other but that’s just not how I do things. Even if I didn’t have respect for Trixie, I wouldn’t throw her name in the mud just to make my name looks better because if my name and reputation can’t stand on their own, then they aren’t worth much, are they? Since this match was announced, I have been laser focused on Trixie and only her. I have studied and watched tape of her to know exactly who is stepping into the ring with me here tonight. You know how I did all that? Trixie is in a handful of companies, more so if you count recent departures, and that gives me a huge baseline to know who she is and what she can do in that ring. Trixie? She can’t say the same about me. I’ve had a few matches here and that’s all she can go on.
Stone shrugs his shoulders and slightly tilts his head.
Stone Hendrix: I mean, sure she could check into who trained me but my style in the ring is vastly different than Jacob Daniels of Pride Pro or Zooey West-Jaa of Liberty Pro… So that might not be much help either. But one thing that Trixie should know and if she doesn’t by now, she will when our match starts, that I’m going to bring everything I have at her and battle for that win. I respect Trixie, so I’m going to give her everything I have and then some. My advice? She better do the same.
He punches his fist into his opposite hand and flashes a quick smile to the camera before walking out of his locker room.
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Trixie vs. Stone Hendrix
The bell rang and Trixie looked more than excited for her first match in SAP. Stone towered over her and looked to use his advantage early, when they locked up he quickly tossed her into the corner. Before Stone even had a chance to go get her Trixie came rushing out of the corner with a shotgun dropkick that caught Stone right in the gut. Stone grimaced in pain as he leaned onto the ropes. Trixie got a running start and went after Stone but he cut her off with a boot to the face. Trixie dropped to the mat hard and Stone landed and elbow drop. Stone went for a cover but Trixie placed a foot on the ropes. Stone pulled up Trixie and went for a turnbuckle powerbomb but she slid down his back. As Hendrix turned around Trixie hit her spicy superkick to Stone’s ankle which made him drop to a knee. Trixie then followed it up with the shining apprentice and got the three count.
Winner: Trixie
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The Spirit and Pride Wrestling GM was currently in not the best mood tonight as she strolled the backstage hallways, sipping from her mug of herbal green tea to try to nurse her headache while her personal assistant, Jasmine Bishop sped up her pace to try to keep up with the agitated boss.
Marisol Marniceau: “I promise that this place is in such a disarray where no one seems to know to give proper respect. The ones that continue to give Avery a hard time are the ones who I could fire today and probably about zero point five percent of the roster would raise a hoot about, meaning no one would really care. Spring cleaning is about to start early if I have my way… rid the company of the wannabe nuisances and try to clean up this big mess.”
Jasmine Bishop: ”Ummmm… you are DEFINITELY going to need a bigger mop for all of that because hot mess central is in full effect around here. Just have Vince clean it up, he’ll steamroll right through the haters.”
Marisol Marniceau: “In due time, my dear, in due time… I can understand now why Avery had Phoenix be as vocal as she’s been to try to weather these storms but I feel if she takes a backseat and allow me to have complete control as I should, I can be able to handle things alot better that does not call for me becoming violent just to prove my point. I should not have to get into fisticuffs with some of these uncourteous lot just to get them to respect me and what I stand for.”
Jasmine Bishop:”Only like two champions are respected really in this company anyways and the champions that are respected actually respect you. Even the Face shows respect towards you while the middle card levels trying to play main eventers tend to disrespect you and the rest of the superiors.”
Marisol Marniceau: “Do not worry, they will all receive their consequences like severance packages and pay in all due time… but that Jessica Nitoh is starting become a constant headache for me. I honestly have no idea how I am going to deal with her-”
Jasmine was nodding her head, feeling sympathy for her fed up boss and friend as the two round the corner when Jasmine’s eyes widened at the sight of the duo she sees in the next hallway before she grabs Marison by the wrist and pulls her back around the corner which is what cut off Marisol while she was going into a rant about Jessica. Marisol looks startled as she wonders what was wrong as Jasmine gestures for her to only peek around the corner and to not make a sound, pointing to the two that the camera wouldnt film as Jasmine whispers something in Marisol’s ear. The sudden growing smile on Marisol’s face was quite a sight to see and she nods her head while watching the two people off camera.
Marisol Marniceau: “You’re absolutely correct, think I just may have found my answer to that problem...”
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Allen Chaney clacks his tongue, scribbling notes into a battered green notebook backstage.
"Keep walking, dickbreath," Allen says without looking up as a member of the staff approaches him. He was wearing a hoodie over his ring gear, scribbling joke ideas onto the page.
"Sir, uh... management was wonderin-"
"Then management can come fucking find me. I don't deal with errand boys. Get outta my light or I'll dick-knock the last tooth outta your skull." Allen says. The staff member is about to speak again. Allen puts the cap on his pen and starts to stand, causing the staff member to quickly shuffle away.
Once the poor young man scampers off, not too long after, another figure comes into the light and casts a shadow over Allen's scribbling. This one doesn't seem to be intimidated by the Comedian whatsoever. The camera zooms out a little, capturing the vision that is a blonde haired woman with green eyes, a long black Asymmetrical dress with a slit in the design reaching up to her mid-thigh, revealing legs for days... and black stiletto high heels.
"What did that poor boy ever do to you, Allen?"
Allen heard nothing with his headphones in and quickly stands up to deal with this new interruption.
"If you don't get outta here I swear I..." he says, cutting himself off.
Once he's stood up he finds himself looking into a pair of green eyes. He looks down.
Yup. That's a whole lotta leg.
"....I....I....Ay yi yi. Chelsea. Hey. Sorry, I didn't know it was uhm..." Allen says. He awkwardly clears his throat. This was a far cry from the intimidating figure he has shown the SAP locker room.
"What...are you doing here?" Allen finally manages to ask.
The realization and the recognition come in. Fans in attendance burst with a mixture of cheers and boos as a knowing little smirk crosses the face of Chelsea Pryce. She's holding a black folder in her left hand, her right hand settled on her curvy hip.
"I thought it was appropriate to scout the roster and watch you decimate Wally-boy." She chuckles softly. "A little bit of business, a little bit of pleasure. You know how I work."
She steps to the side and leans against the wall, a few strands of her blonde hair falling in front of her left eye. She looks towards the camera and smiles but continues to talk to Allen. "You're as friendly as ever, Allen. I'm sure the world wants to know more about you. Why not indulge them?"
Allen clears his throat.
"A little bit of...right. Truth be told I enjoy showing more than telling but I guess... please allow me to re-introduce myself." Allen says. He turns to the camera.
"I'm not pretty to look at. I'm not marketable. You're not gonna see this face on a commercial anytime soon. You see as a Comedian I see a certain order to things where others only see chaos because I'll always see the chaos through til the payoff. " Allen says. He holds up one hand.
"Set-Ups." He says. He holds up his other hand.
"And Punchlines. That is the order that you all fail to see. So many of you think you have everything figured out when you're barely wiping your asses properly. You all look at a guy like me and you cast your judgments. He's fat. He's a loser. He's not athletic enough... you see all of that is the set-up. The Punchline doesn't work without the Set-up" Allen says, putting his hands together.
"It's just that in this instance the Punchline is when after all of your judgment, I beat the ever-loving shit out of every single one of you. Because once you realize what a joke everything is? Being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense." Allen says. He turns and looks at Chelsea.
"Too much?" He asks.
Chelsea's smirk widens and she presses the folder in her hand against her abdomen. "Actually, that was just enough for a tease. I feel sorry for Wally. The joke's on him and he has no idea of the hell that's coming."
She gently pushes herself from the wall and takes a step forward. She raises the folder in both hands and parts it to reveal an official contract with Spirit and Pride Wrestling.
Her name is in the contract. Everything is signed and dated.
"Oh, what fun we'll be having in the North Atlantic..." She winks. She turns towards Allen and smiles. "Set-ups and Punchlines, right?"
"Well...seems like the joke is on ME, right now... I really let them lowball me on pay. I REALLY need to call that scary guy back about managing me." Allen says as he looks over her contract. He checks the time on his phone.
"Shit. I've gotta get ready for my match... for good luck?" Allen asks, pointing his cheek at Chelsea and pointing to it to ask for a kiss on the cheek.
Chelsea raises an eyebrow, not entirely sure who Allen is referring to. She shrugs it off, for now, closing the folder and keeping it to her side in her left hand. "You just have to be a little more persuasive." She winks.
Allen's gesture is simple and she chuckles. "Not that you'll need good luck, but..." Leaning in, she plants a kiss on his cheek and smiles. Some of the fans are going crazy in response. She extends her right hand in the direction of the ring. "The floor is yours."
Allen smirks.
"Damn right it is...and I dare a motherfucker to try and take it from me." He says with a chuckle.
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Wally Lee vs. Allen Chaney
The bell rang and Wally tried to use quick footwork to try and get around his much larger opponent but was caught off guard when Chaney landed a dropkick that sent him to the mat. Lee got back up to see a charging Chaney. Wally caught him with a drop toe hold which landed him on the middle rope. Wally quickly got to his feet and landed a double stomp on Chaney while he was hooked on the middle rope. Chaney bounced off and held his throat for a moment. Wally waited for him to get to his feet and then rebounded off of the ropes looking to hit a kotaro krusher but Allen hooked the legs of Lee and dropped him with an electric chair drop. Chaney got up and then waited for Lee, Chaney hit the ropes and as Wally was getting up he was plastered with a big boot from Allen. Chaney kept up the attack by dropping down to a knee and unleashing some hard strikes on Wally. Wally caught his arm at one point and then twisted his body around to lock Allen in a Fujiwara armbar. Chaney was in a rough spot but he managed to hook a leg on the bottom rope. The two men started to stir. Wally hit the ropes first and went after Chaney but Allen saw him coming and hit him with the “Open Mic Massacre” (Lariat) making Wally flip from the impact. Chaney got the cover and the win.
Winner: Allen Chaney
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As the camera starts to roll, we’re greeted by the familiar faces of Cosmo Cooper and Michael Kelly. It’s just another day for the duo, cranking out a session in the RAW GRAPS gym, sweat beaming off of their faces. From afar, the two look like they’re having quite the time, laughing it up right before they hit the nearest workout bench. It is there where their whole demeanor changes to a much more serious one as Michael and Cosmo both work to pile on weights on the silver barbell. The camera zoom in to catch the team in mid-conversation.
Cosmo: So what do you think about them?
Michael: Them?
Cosmo: Yeah, Claire and uh… Ximena?
Michael: Well, they work for me. I ain’t just gonna keep some crap talent on the payroll.
Both Cooper and Kelly glance at each other before sharing a laugh.
Cosmo: I guess you’re right. I never really faced them, but then again, I’ve never really faced most of the teams in SAP.
Michael: Yeah, but you’re Cosmo Cooper.
Cosmo: What’s that supposed to mean?
Michael: It means you’re a champ for a reason. You hold both a singles and tag team championship dude. You’re ready for anything.
Cosmo smiles at Michael, letting out a chuckle before patting him on the back.
Cosmo: You’re not half bad either, Mike. I’ve traveled the world in search of competition and found it around every corner. I went to Japan, found competition and came out successful. I wrestle in the Good US of A, I find a ton of competition and I’ve been a “little” more than successful.
Michael looks on with a raised eyebrow.
Michael: Your point being?
Cosmo: My point being that I came to SAP to find some more comp and if you say that Claire and Ximmie are really great, I’m not going to take it lightly.
Michael: Yeah bud. You never take things likely. That’s why you’re the man and it’s exactly why this team is going to continue to kill it here in SAP.
Cosmo: Damn right. If there’s anything I learned in 2017, it’s that you should treat every match like it’s a title match.
Michael: Even a squash match?
Cosmo shakes his head and lets out a laugh.
Cosmo: Even a squash match. If we go out there and treat every match like it’s a title match, sooner or later we’re going to find ourselves in an actual title match. That’s what a love about tag matches, dude. It reminds me of being back in high school and college, you give your brother on the apron everything you got, night in and night out. Win or lose. You keep grinding. And that’s what we do Mike, we keep grinding.
Michael: Oh, I like the way you think, buddy. The way we’re going, it’s really only a matter of time before…
Cosmo: Before?
Michael: Yeah, before…
Cosmo and Michael: Before Raw Graps takes over the tag division.
Cosmo: Haha! Alright!
Michael: Hell yeah.
The two fist bump before Cosmo lays across the workout bench, wrapping his giant hands around the barbell before looking up at his tag team partner.
Michael: Alright bud, you ready?
Cosmo: Come on man, you serious? I’m Cosmo Cooper. I’m ready for anything. These weights. BGTL. Anything.
Michael: That’s what I like to hear, Boy!
The camera pans back just as the session continues, just before Cosmo starts to lift the barbell off of the steel squat stand, Michael looking over and spotting him whilst we slowly fade to black.
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The audience is screaming like crazy and on their feet with the applause as the Sauce and Shade Goddess is inside the ring and sending all sorts of Korean hearts with her fingers to the active audience while brushing her hair out of her eyes and waiting for her music to fade out so that she can get right down to business with why she’s out here tonight. She appears to be in a good mood as she lets out a dramatic sigh, that smile on her face seeming to grow more and more with every passing moment.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Now you know…. I had to bring the SAAAAAUCEEEEE to Canada tonighttttttt, riiiiiiiight?!”
She pauses to hear that loud positive crowd reaction that elicits a smirk out of the infamous Firebird.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Can’t believe this long ass vacation I’ve been taking from competing in the ring… living life, brushing up on my training and taking care of business. However…. I’ma let you know now that you WILL see me competing before the month is out.. But I’m not out here to talk about Vengeance Pro, I am out here to set some things straight concerning SAP.”
Her voice takes on that stern, serious tone to showcase that she was getting right down to business right now.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “As you all know, I have been the most audible when it comes to the Board of Directors of this company simply because I am unfiltered and I have no qualms putting people in their rightful places. The problem with SAP now is too many of yall backstage thinking yall the boss of this here company when nobody really gives a damn about most of this so called ‘stars’ of SAP who…. Aren’t even seen that way from the fans. As much as Eli and I get into it, he is the Face for the reason. As much as the fans love to hate him, they will never deny how great his talent is and know he will handle business when the time calls for it. He isn't hugging every formidable opponent and competition that signs to the company in order to not get on their hit list like some of your scaredy cats backstage. He also knows who runs this company… which brings me to my next pet peeve. This whole acting as if you all don’t know Avery is the one running the show but I can’t be surprised that yall are using the lines from former employees no longer with the company given that most of yall cant think for yallselves anyways, sounding like programmed robots who needs to be everyone’s friend to be validated in a place that everyone sees you as a goldfish and not a shark.”
She stops talking to brush her hair off her shoulders because she’s just getting started, making sure to hit on every concern that had been put on the table at the last Board of Directors meeting.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Now… I dare yall to try that shit with me because yall know as much as I like to verbally insult, I can also do great damage with physical assault as well. But noooooo, yall GM dont want me putting these hands on yall and she actually has a point… because I do need to conduct myself more in a certain light and save the assbeatings for CWC. So I am officially taking a backseat and allowing the GM to TRYYYYY and be the aggressor when of course, that might not fly way since most of yall dont seem to take her seriously… even though yall forgetting she can fire yall and terminate with no issues. But far as I’m concern, that aint really my problem. I do welcome yall to come at me though, piss me off so I can drag WHOOOLLLLLEEEEE lives out here cause yall know I be knowing the tea and I can put people on front street to the point that they will be more of laughing stock than they already are. Now…. the GM wants Vince Steel to be the new Face of SAP and I am currently fighting her on that because I honestly believe that Eli has that position on lock and only like 2 percent of the roster comes at him while nobody seems to take Vince seriously.”
The audience is actually shocked about the news, especially the wondering of why Marisol has her sight on Vince out of all the others on the roster.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “According to yall GM, she feels that Vince is the pioneer of SAP and she relies heavily on the bigger the person is in physical form, that the harder they fall. I dont agree though, because just because Eli isn’t the size of a spaceship like Vince is, doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been handling his own and cutting down the competition. I don’t believe Marisol knows the story of David and Goliath but I digressssss.”
A playful roll of her eyes followed by a wink to the crowd with the smile forming of her face stating that she finds Marisol not only a piece of work but amusing as hell as well.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Thats yall manz though, the good ol GM. I hope she can get yall straightened out since my hands are tied at the moment and I can’t do this myself. I will warn yall that she’s been pink slip triggered lately so if she fires the mediocre wannabe badasses? Have fun at those bigger companies where you’re just a body since yall aint at SAP anymore to try and play that big fish, small pond schtick that most of yall have been on. Yall tried it though but even here, you aren’t well received with the fans because of the fuckery. Yall do know acting like yall dont know who runs the place but showing up at every SAP event trying to reign supreme makes you look dumb, right? Gonna needa yall to leave all Jacob Cass’ spirits in WWH before you further embarrass yourselves. Fujiko and Cosmo Cooper have been here shorter than the ones who do all this complaining and they seem to know who the CEO of this company is… they seem to know the rules, all of that. Maybe the ones who have been here longer have been getting overlooked because yall on yall Ash Scion with the ‘I dont know who and whats’ thats been going on around here.”
Phoenix shrugs, also knowing that for the moment, that is not her problem but instead Marisol’s since she has been having a hard on with wanting to have more say so and feels she can’t if Phe doesnt take a step back.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “It is all comical to me though.. Wanna take shots at Avery thinking his silence at times is his weakness but yall still ducking Eli on social media and running from trying to get on Genie’s bad side, try to get shine off of Fujiko, fear Cosmo, try to be top dog here when yall name is not Brendan and Rachel is still going strong. Instead of doing a hottest in SAP list, I should narrow down who the joke of the company is to make some of yall humble. I am trying to uplift the company while most of yall bring it down with the disrespect to the superiors and thinking yall run the show when we the ones signing yall checks. Feel like-”
The audience seems surprised by the familiar theme music as they look towards the curtains with anticipation to see if it’s really him as Gabriel Laroux finally makes his appearance. He gets a huge mixed reaction from the crowd from the ones excited that he may be back and the ones who remember how much they love to hate the controversial Laroux brother. But the mixed reaction turns to unanimous loud cheers when they see that he is not alone when a smirking Xavier makes himself known when he pushes through the curtains. Phoenix actually looks quite surprised as the duo make their way towards the ring, Gabriel making sure to walk slow besides his brother to check that he is feeling okay. Phoenix twirls that microphone in her hands while watching Cause and Effect enter the ring, the smile on Gabriel’s face towards Phoenix indicating that things really are solid between the two once again. The camera pans on Xavier as the crowd starts a chant with shouting his name repeatedly while he meets eyes with Phoenix and stares for a long moment before breaking the eye connection to look around the ring before taking a step towards Phoenix, charmingly asking her for the microphone and smiling when she hands it off to him.
Xavier Laroux: “Ya know… I didnt prepare a big ol speech when I decided to pop up on the show and come out here tonight. Poor Phe here aint even know I was comin’ but ya know how much YOUR Favorite Drug love to surprise.”
He winks at Phoenix, even looked her up and down as if the interest for his former significant other never wavered or faded out of his system after awakening from the comatose state Alessandro had put him in.
Xavier Laroux: “But tonight aint bout big speeches, s’all that matters is that everyone knows that I am awake, knows that I know what all went down while I was out to the world and that most importantly, yall know that I’m back. Sucha good feeling being back and awake, knowin’ that i had some haters who wished me to stay in a coma but ya know what, let’em talk cause jealousy is all it issssss.”
The audience is eating all of this up, still trying to process seeing Xavier much awake and especially well enough to appear on television to announce that Phoenix stating he was awake earlier that night on social media were far from rumors that alot took it to be.
Xavier Laroux: “But first thing is first cause I hadda let yall know what is on my mind after all this time and all Ima say for the moment is I’m comin for what’s mine.”
He tilts his head a bit away from the audience as he slowly looks at Phoenix, smiling cockily at her as he lowers the mic from his mouth and stares at her with all the intent in the world from the meaning behind his words. Phoenix looks shocked while the crowd eggs Xavier on and Gabriel actually laughs while watching the silent exchange between the two.
Xavier Laroux: “Ales bout to be one disappointed man cause he couldnt take me out like he wanted to. Im back, im takin what belongs to me and aint nothin he or anybody gonna do about it either.”
He drops the mic and soaks in the praise from the crowd in usual cocky fashion while Gabriel nods his head proudly at the love that is being shown from the audience right now. Xavier moves towards the ropes to sit on the middle rope, gesturing to Phoenix with a smile while he acts like a gentleman as Gabriel says something reassuringly to Phoenix before they head towards Xavier and the ropes to begin exiting out of the ring.
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Yasmeen Sherazi stands backstage in between an inquisitive Zombie Vice Squad. Siberia looks her up and down and nods at Kowloon.
Siberia: She’s ok. Go on.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Uhm. OK. I am joined now by rising tag team Zombie Vice Squad. First, I’d-
Siberia snatches the microphone from her hands.
Siberia: Last time we were here, we showed ourselves to be far superior than Satsujin. More importantly we proved that we were better than Stacked Deck. Even more important still is that we proved that we are the best tag team in SAP. It doesn’t matter who was here before us and who comes after. You can finally claim to have had the purest, and the most skillful tag team working in the world today. There isn’t anywhere that we go where we do not dominate the division. SAP is special, however because it actually has some competition.
Kowloon glares at Yasmeen and Siberia gives her back the microphone. He keeps staring at Yasmeen until she points the microphone at him.
Kowloon: There are many strong teams in SAP but not too many team members. It does not matter how well you are as a singles wrestler. When two people come together and just decide to be a tag team, they must work extra hard to reach the level of an established tag team from the start. It will take them even more time to reach our level. There is no bond that is stronger. Our partnership is forged in fire and tested against steel. We will not break and we will not go down easily.
Yasmeed points the mic at Siberia which earns her a smile and a nod.
Siberia: Now we are set to face Hell is Waiting. This so called tag team is most likely made out of failed singles wrestlers who think they can come to our world and dominate together. They do not know what awaits them now that the leaders of this world are going to be across from them in the ring. They who dare to have such a name. The woman seems fine, but that man… I would be ashamed to have him as a partner. Mr. Inoue represents everything that is wrong with Japan. He is the rebelliousness and wanton lust and destruction that causes a lot of damage to one’s morale. There is nothing good at the end of that road. Luckily I have the best tag partner in the world.
Kowloon takes the mic from Yasmeen who just gives up and leans against the wall.
Kowloon: You do not expect us to be a challenge just like Stacked Deck and Satsujin. I see that already with your taunts. Do not worry because we are used to being misunderstood and looked down on. Ever since we were starting out people have done this to us. You are in for one big surprise when we turn your world upside down. We are the avenging angels of SAP, and your time is over before it even began. Hell just froze over and Heaven will seek its revenge. See you in the ring!
He doesn’t see Yasmeen close by so he just places the mic on the floor and Zombie Vice Squad walk away.
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Desiree Jenkins vs. Jaser Cruz
The two lock up and Desiree quickly took the lead. She whipped Jaser into the ropes and connected with a corner clothesline before using a snapmare followed up with a dropkick to the back of the head. Jaser powdered to the outside. Desy leapt over the top rope and connected with a cross body on Jaser. She played to the crowd for a moment before picking up Jaser and rolling him back into the ring. As Desy gets in and gets up her eyes catch Luca Di Paolo who has made it out onto the stage. Desy yells for him to turn back, when she turns around Jaser has thrown himself at her and connects with “Saucy” (wheelbarrow stunner). Jaser goes for the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Jaser Cruz
After the match Luca came down to the ring. He stepped up onto the apron and told Desiree that he’s sick of seeing her get chances that she doesn’t deserve. That she acts like she’s something special around here when she’s not, that Luca is the real star of SAP. Di Paolo then says he’s going to show Jenkins that she’s beneath him and issues a challenge for the next show.
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Claire and XImena stand backstage. The BGTL Duo consisting of the pint-sized spitfire blonde and the tall, dark powerhouse amazon seem vibrant. There’s a buzz in the air, everybody can feel it. Even though not a single word has been set, sparks are already flying. It’s obvious they’re gearing up for a monumental occasion.
Eventually Ximena starts talking, which is unusual as the mouthier Claire usually starts spouting without a second’s thought as the camera’s start rolling. Not this time, however. Her feet planted squarely in the ground, her shoulders broad and steadfast and the look on her face undeterred and unafraid, Ximena takes center stage.
Ximena: We came to SAP with one goal: the International Tag Team Championships. We came here to expand our own brand; to turn us into a team of world renown and by extension uplift all of the SAP Tag Team Division. We’ve been doing pretty well. We haven’t scored a victory in all of our matches, but the fact still remains: as a tag team, 2 on 2, Claire and I have never been bested. Never been pinned or submitted. Not in Mexico, not in the Caribbean, or anywhere else we have stepped in between those ropes.
Ximena stops talking, and finally Claire takes center stage, who has been quiet so far… probably a record for her.
Claire: But don’t think that means we’re unaware of what we’re going up against here. We fully realize that our achievements in other companies, other continents,… they don’t count for shit. Because this is Spirit and Pride Wrestling, and it’s a whole different ballgame. The biggest trap to fall into is to believe you’re unbeatable in one place because you were successful in another. That’s when the losses start coming.
Ximena: These fans don’t give a damn that we’re tag champs in another company. Nobody even wants to hear about what we’ve done somewhere else. This is SAP and that’s all they care about. And tonight, that’s all WE care about. It’s a company that houses some of the world’s greatest talent. And tonight? Tonight we show that not only do we belong, we can roll with the best of them and came out on top.
Claire: Our opponents tonight are no strangers to anyone. Cosmo Cooper needs no introduction, he’s basically done it all. 2017 was a monster year for him and he’s only going to get better. It’d be stupid to think that he’ll give us anything else but the fight of our lives, but he’d be stupid to think that we’ll roll over as easily as the bottom barrel bitches he and Michael faced last week. We’re not here to fill up the goddamn card, we’re here to top it! And what better way to do it than by knocking off RAWGRAPS, a team of two of the best single’s wrestlers in the world?
Ximena: People have been asking us if we’re scared? Intimidated? Hell no. This is exactly what we’re here for. An opportunity to face the best. To beat the best. That’s how you make a name for yourself. Nobody cares if you beat up a bunch of no-names. Nobody cares if you steamroll through mediocrity. That’s why we’re stoked to step in the ring with not just Cosmo Cooper, but Michael Kelly as well.
Claire: We know Michael. I don’t say this very often, but I respect the guy. No matter what he says, he knows what we’re worth. Those ‘other companies’ we talked about earlier, in which we’ve been so successful? Well, he runs one of them. He’s our actual boss! But tonight, we forget all about that. Tonight, he’s just another face for us to punch in. Just another body to beat up. Tonight... he’s just another victim! One that will fight harder and stronger than any who’ve came before. But Michael Kelly, we’re ready for you. Your very own tag champs ain’t people to be messed with. And when the bell has rung and we stand victorious, remember that it’s not because you didn’t try hard enough, not because you weren’t good, not because you’re not supremely talented… It’s because we are simply one of the greatest tag teams in the world.
Ximena: Reeds? I hope you’re watching. This match will be YOUR future, down the line. Because we haven’t forgotten the big picture here. One step at a time we will inch closer and closer to those titles. Cherish them while you still can.
Claire: BGTL signing off, for now. See you soon!
And after a quick wink, the camera fades out.
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BGTL vs. RAWGRAPS
#BGTL squared off with RAWGRAPS, with Cosmo Cooper mocking Claire by pretending to not see her. She responded by headbutting him in the solar plexus, and then pulling him into a headlock. Cosmo easily lifted her, and carried her to the ropes. He then dumped her onto them, patting her head. She swung at him, catching him in the jaw. This angered Cosmo, who beal threw her into her own corner. She tagged out to Ximena, who went on the attack against Cosmo. They traded forearms before Ximena backed up and struck Cooper with a big boot. This stunned Cooper, who then ducked down and hit her with back leg sweep that floored her. She got back to her feet, and dodged a kick from Cooper, and countered with a neckbreaker. She then stayed on the offensive, hitting Cooper with several consecutive leg drops, but can’t put him away.
She continues on the attack, working over Cosmo’s head and neck area before tagging Claire back in. Claire continued Ximena’s work, using her legs to her advantage. She locked Cooper’s head between her legs with a scissors choke, but he got to the ropes. She then got him up and tried to judo throw him, but Cooper reversed and gave her a toss of his own! He then tagged in Kelly, who came in a house of fire! He lit Claire up with kicks, then came after Ximena with more. Ximena slowed him down with a few shots to the midsection, but Kelly came roaring back, putting her down with a sequence that ended with a huge PK! He then tagged in Cosmo, who helped him hit Congratulations (Stalling Suplex into Big Boot). Kelly kicked Claire out, while Cosmo secured the victory!
Winners: RAWGRAPS
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There’s a soft voice heard at first, soft but strident as the usually lovely tones are turned less to gentle or coy teasing and more to outright exasperation.
AURORA: I can’t believe they wouldn’t let us bring any firepower. We’re facing Zombies tonight, and everyone knows you need rocket launchers and goodies and toys.
Close up to that is heard the more eerie tones of her partner in Hell Is Waiting, heard under the screech of an owl as Olly flies ahead of the walking pair.
MASARU INOUE: Oh but this is exciting, do you think they’ll try to jump us backstage?
Aurora pauses in both her speech and her walk as she turns to Masaru, his grin stretched over his features much like a shark waiting to bite but his eyes held a pure innocent joy that seems to wash away her earlier complaints as she gives him a wicked smile in return.
AURORA: Oh my, do you think they might? It’s been ever so long since anyone had the balls or the box to even try doing something like that. And well, even though we didn’t get to bring the rocket launcher or the fluffy stuffed unicorn carry bag for it… I did bring Black Betty.
In her right hand is her signature black wooden Louisville Slugger, and she twirls it with practiced ease. She gives a tiny sigh as she looks back over at her partner.
AURORA: I mean I know they’re not real zombies. But…
Masaru’s face falls for a moment but hearing her trail off he perks right up again and almost bounces in his glee.
MASARU INOUE: They don’t have to be really real for us to… PRACTICE… on them! I’m giddy with delight.
Aurora beams a smile at Masaru, adjusts her leather ring jacket before Olly goes swooping past the pair, vague screams are heard down the hallway before he comes flying back to circle around them.
AURORA: I know. Let’s go show these freaky darlings what a good time actually is.
The pair walk towards the ringside area, Aurora already whistling their theme as they go.
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Hell Is Waiting vs. Zombie Vice Squad
Siberia Zombie and Kowloon Zombie came ready for a big old fight that was certain, Kowloon indicated he’d start for ZVS and after a bit of languid deliberation in what appeared to be Romanian and Japanese it was determined that Masaru would start for HIW. Oh dear, this went off the rails fast as Kowloon’s fiery temperament splashed up with Masaru’s sheer chaos. Aurora and Siberia watched intently as their partners fought in the center of the ring, it was clear that Masaru’s outlandish stylings were just the sort of thing that ZVS wanted to put a stop to. Easier said than done, as Kowloon found out after running Masaru with a Giant Swing, when he dropped him to the mat Inoue popped up and grinned at him! Aurora laughed as Siberia stared her down, Masaru ended a pin attempt with a huge headbutt (which all those piercings didn’t make better for Kowloon) and he locked Kowloon into a Crossface! This doesn’t end in him tapping however as in comes Siberia to break the hold with a Punt Kick! She whipped around to leave the ring before the referee could warn her but there is Aurora right there, and she brought her fists up at the Queen of the Crossroads, who proceeded to kick her in the gut before dropping her with an Evenflow DDT! The referee ordered both women out of the ring after this and the pair exited though not happily. After a few more exchanges filled with viciously hard kicks from Masaru and equally vicious chops and even a Lariat from Kowloon, finally the pair tag out to their partners! Siberia made a beeline to Aurora seeking a bit of payback, but feinted at the ropes instead at the last second, coming back with a Springboard Dropkick that sent Aurora tumbling toward the ZVS corner. The team spent the next few moments doing all they can to keep her cut off from her side of the ring, hot tags and double team effort flow smoothly as they work. Finally they catch her with Straight Edge Missile (Siberia runs at Kowloon and he picks her up and chucks her at the opponent to hit a missile dropkick) and as Kowloon looked to put her away, he bent to pull her out of the corner and just that fast she had caught him with her EVP (a modified gogoplata choke) and locked it in with those long legs of hers while she grinned wickedly at Siberia! Masaru leads a TAP TAP TAP chant but with great effort Kowloon reached the ropes! The referee ordered Aurora to release the hold and she did at four much to the displeasure of ZVS. She tagged in Masaru as Kowloon got to his feet and he went after him, but Kowloon was still near his corner and quickly tagged in Siberia. Inoue saw what they plotted, of course they would want to keep him cut off as well but he wrecked that plan with a Snapping Underarm STO on Siberia! He went for a pin but she kicked out, and the pair went move for move after that for a bit - more kicks from both than anything. She tagged in Kowloon after wearing Masaru down sufficiently and he moved to lift him up to start the Uzumaki Kai, but as he went to pull Masaru up to set him on the turnbuckle Masaru shifted out of his grip and brought him to the mat with one of Aurora’s Poison Rana’s, Reversal of Fortune! He went for a pin but Kowloon kicked out at two! Masaru grimaced and glared at Siberia before he stomped Kowloon and dragged him towards the HIW corner. He and Aurora tagged, Masaru did a ropewalk, and Aurora assisted by whipping him off of the top into a Corkscrew Splash! He smashed into Kowloon then rolled out of the way as Aurora made the pin, getting just enough for a three as Siberia dove to break it.
Winners: Hell Is Waiting
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The camera cuts backstage. Trixie is currently getting her bag together in the locker room while dressed warm with a black, padded coat over a white, Vegas T-shirt. She finally sets down her boots when she discovers a misplaced item that immediately makes her nose wriggle.
Trixie: "What the...?"
She says, pulling out a white sock, or at least it used to be white. She holds up a quite dirty grey sock smelling incredibly cheesy. Trixie feels a lump inside it, and discovers there's an actual block of cheese inside the sock.
Looking at it in disbelief – and with a certain expression of revulsion in her face, she notices that's not the only contents inside the sock. Seeing a little piece of paper inside, she opens the sock to take out a note, imprinted upon which is the infamous "Trollface" of Internet fame.
Underneath it, a single word can be read...
problem?
At that point, there's a knock on the Prime Girl's door.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
Trixie spins around as her ponytail flies with the momentum. She opens the door to see Mariano standing in front of her, a Cheshire-cat grin flashing on his face.
Mariano Fernandez: "Hey yo." (He throws his arms around) "How's that cheese, mang?"
Trixie: "Stinky."
She laughs it off and rushes it under his nose so his nostrils take in the scent.
Mariano inhales, and tries to mask the cheese's strong "aroma" laughing it off – though the narrowing of his eyes into a squint and the pout on his lips tells a different story.
Mariano: "Hey mang, this is PRIME QUALITY ITALIAN CHEESE!"
Trixie gives him a mock angry look, but they soon share a chuckle together.
Trixie: So, you're following me to SAP? I know we're in Vengenace Pro, Mr. Former Junior Heavyweight Champion.
She smiles and zips up her bag, narrowing her eyes to indirectly say no touching her stuff. No more cheese socks.
In response, Mariano lifts up his hands as if to say he meant no harm.
Mariano: "Small world, ain't it, chica? Plenty of people we've shared places with. Eli and Genie, Bryan Williams, Andre Holmes, Phe – and now you. To tell you the truth, mang – I wasn't gonna miss it for the world."
Trixie: "Same here. SAP's become sort of an institution it's stayed around so long. Totally had to sign up when my friends Cels and CJ were here. Coincidentally..."
Trixie ends with a higher tone as she splashes on the little bit of hand sanitizer from her purse just in case of any dirty disease from the sock.
Trixie: "CJ and Cels aren't too friendly with Genie and Eli I hear."
Mariano: "4CW people ain't friendly with anyone, mang. Not even fellow 4CW people."
Trixie chuckles, having had a pleasant experience with everyone she crossed aside the former 4CW person who put a cheese sock in her bag.
Trixie: "If you say so. What brings you to my locker room anyway?"
Mariano: "Well mang, I seem to remember you wanted to face me in Vengeance – but you just got there, and I already have something on." (His eyes go bright, and he winks) "So I figure, no problem mang! Why wait? I'll come to SAP instead!"
Taken back a bit, she giggles into a small laugh, and he glances at her bag.
Mariano: "And that, well – I needed SOME way to catch your attention, didn't I?"
Trixie: "… Texting is also possible, Manny."
She quips back and shakes her wrist back and forth with her phone in-hand.
Mariano: "You're no fun, mang. Anyway – let's do a match, and let's make it interesting – how about a wager?"
Trixie crooks an eyebrow to his wager and sets her phone down in her purse as she comes back with a clear wager for her victory.
Trixie: "Ok, sweetie. Since you're a connoisseur of cheese. If I win, someone, you, has to eat a certain style of pizza for the rest of the month. Ha-hawaiian. Plenty of pineapple!"
She giggles just a little bit in a friendly way as her challenge was laid out. Mariano's eyes go wide, his face goes and he shouts out to the ceiling.
Mariano: "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!??"
Trixie: "You know why."
She says gesturing with a look to the smelly sock. He looks away for a bit, and mumbling something to himself, extends his hand.
Mariano: "Okay, mang. But what if I win?"
Trixie: What would you have me do? Even though I'm totally serving you a loss.
Mariano: "No you won't, mang. Alright – I win, drinks are on you. How's that?"
Trixie grabs his extended hand and shakes it like any gentlemen she'd seen, with eye contact to seal the deal.
Trixie: Agreed. Just one question...
Mariano: "What's that, chica?"
She held back a giggle at being called chica but a smile showed she liked it.
Trixie: "Thin crust or deep pan?"
Mariano: "Any works, mang. But it won't have pineapple on it."
Trixie: "We'll see."
At that point, Mariano looks at the camera.
Mariano: "Oh, that's right. Hey yo, Spirit and Pride Wrestling. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY!"
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Special Attraction Match
Eli Carlson vs. Bryan Williams
Eli and Bryan nodded at each other just as the bell rang, then it was competitive fire all the way with neither man wanting to back down off of the intensity even a bit. Carlson smartly targeted Williams’ legs with a series of sharp kicks, knowing if he could wear them down he’d take a big portion of Bryan’s arsenal and chuck it out of the match. Bryan wasn’t about to sit still and take the beating and he took advantage of the slightest opening to deliver an Exploder Suplex, Eli bounced off the mat from the impact and rolled, but Bryan was right there to put him into a classic Surfboard Stretch to weaken the joints of Eli’s arms and legs. Eli managed to escape before Bryan locked it in fully and landed an elbow into Williams’ chest for his troubles. Eli shook himself hard to test his limbs and seemed satisfied, as Bryan kipped up Eli almost took his head off with a Sick Kick, but Bryan surged backwards at the last second and blunted the impact. The pair battled back and forth after that for a bit as the fans really got into the action, Williams got several near falls and Eli almost sent him out with a Dragon Sleeper. Eli being the ‘home’ wrestler gave him the chance to hear his name chanted loudly and positively by the Spirit and Pride fans as they battled back and forth over which section was the loudest. Eli caught Bryan with a Crucifix Armbar late in the match but Williams refused to submit, making the ropes instead which seemed to annoy Carlson just a smidge. He rolled backwards and up to his feet, and as Bryan sat up he teed off with a running knee right to Bryan’s upper back that had him arch with his arms to his sides. He avoided the return off the ropes Dropkick from Eli, and as Eli got up Bryan caught him up to set up for his CTE, flipping Carlson around for a Brainbuster but Eli refused to go down like that, he kicked his legs and slipped right out of Bryan’s hands, landing behind him. Bryan whirled around and this time ate every bit of that Sick Kick as Eli took him right to the mat with his Red Light Special! The fans freaked out as the referee dropped and counted out the three, Eli nodding along with the slap of his hand.
Winner: Eli Carlson
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The Earl Armstrong Arena has been completely sold out and the show has been nothing less than of amazing. In the locker rooms, the X Champion, Andre Holmes, is fully in front of the camera getting prepared for match. Sat down on a bench behind his locker with the X Championship belt dangling off the locker door, he continues strapping and lacing up his black and red graphically designed boots before also strapping on his gloves. After dealing with Marisol Marniceau, it’s safe to say he’s not in the best mood and certainly looking forward to unleash his anger out in the upcoming tag team co-main event.
Andre Holmes: “Can’t wait to get this over.”
He stands up and slouges on his leather hoodie. He takes the championship belt from off the locker door and holds it over his right shoulder and a knock on the door grabs his attention. Before the door even opens, a happy peppy voice sounds out through it, which is surprising considering that the perky little Pixie had just come up from South Africa!
Nora Harris: “ANDRE I BROUGHT SNACKS!”
A pause, and she speaks at a more reasonable volume.
Nora Harris: “I know you’re ready to kick some booty, so I figured I’d get the party supplies ready too!”
Nora’s voice caught him off guard that he jumped back and hit the back of his head against the locker door. The audience jittered in laughter and applauded Nora coming on camera who joined him with the offer of snacks. Andre looked down towards the supplies in her hands, smiled and kept rubbing the back of his head.
Andre Holmes: “Oh hey Nora. Thanks for the snacks and when we’ll win, we’ll have fun later. For now, I’m trying to avoid salt especially what happened last time and maybe alcohol itself.”
Probably not the best way to tell a woman what she did but at least she gets the idea.
Andre Holmes: “On the other hand, I’m glad you got so much energy because we’re in the co-main event tonight. You get to get your hands on Ashley Maldano who has this huge ego and decided to get involved with OUR match last week. We both fought our hearts out and you didn’t deserve to be screwed over and I don’t like having my title defenses get stained.
Jessica Nitoh on the other hand? She’s tough and she’s coming for my SAP X Championship which I can’t wait for. So! We have two very strong opponents but do you think they’ll win? Hell n-”
And just like that, another person enters the room.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “Huge ego? OOhhhh that’s one of the nicer things you’ve said about me lately!”
Without saying much else, The North Atlantic Champion comes strolling into the scene. She’s dressed in her #AoTW[/I] t-shirt as well as her cut up black shorts, her ripped black fishnets with combat boots. As she looked at her two opponents tonight, she shook her head in disgust before looking up with a sly smirk.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “While you two are wasting time stuffing your faces back here, don’t you think it would be smarter to watch the tapes of your opponents tonight? Something you clearly didn’t realize you had to do...given your babble of my supposive ego.”
She laughs, before adjusting the championship draping over her left shoulder. As she rubs the face of her belt, she looks over at Nora before walking up to her.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “I for one surely can’t wait to get my hands on you. Maybe then I can beat some common sense into that peanut sized brain of yours. You know what’s funny? I didn’t even have an issue with you. You were fine on my radar. But one dumbass comment from you set you straight off the safe list.”
She says, shaking her head.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “Everyone on this planet knows how sarcastic I am, but you? You got trapped in your feels over a joke between Aiden and I. But maybe it’s an insecurity issue? Cause that’s what it looks like.”
She smirks, before inching closer.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “I mean, someone makes a joke and you go all crazy over it acting like a defense team for no reason, but hey. That’s alright by me! Maybe I can teach you how to laugh. Just make sure you look up after I pin your ass in the ring and you’ll see me laughing! You can learn something from it…”
Ashley smirks before turning her attention away. She looks up at Andre before stepping closer to him, but not too close.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “And you...You keep trying to walk around here like a worthy champion but we all saw what happened. Just as easily as it was for me to… ALLOW you to continue to call yourself a champion, it would be JUST as easy for me to ensure that you never get that lucky again. Something as simple as a thank you could have prevented any thought of me making sure that I rip that belt away from you….but you chose poorly.”
Ashley shrugs before smirking as she bats her eyes.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “As much as I don’t want to team with Jessica tonight, for her sake I hope we win. At least SHE can walk around here and serve her division well. You on the other hand? You’re a classless, tasteless p--”
Before she could finish her last vulgar statement that probably isn’t television appropriate, she is cut off by someone else entering the scene.
Jessica Sears: “Sorry to interrupt, but I think the show’s rated T for Teen, not M for Mature. Some language isn’t okay for television.”
Dressed in her ring attire, “The Paladin” Jessica Sears steps into the fray and she acknowledges everyone present. She places a hand on her hip and tilts her head.
Jessica Sears: “So, this tag team match… I’m pretty familiar with the ability to work with others. As much as Ashley, here, tried to proclaim she can win on her own, this isn’t a handicap match. I don’t have a quarrel with any of you, really. Victor believes this match has been created out of pure ratings and speculation. But I have a personal stake in this.”
Her soft blue eyes focus on Andre and the X Championship belt over his right shoulder.
Jessica Sears: “It’s been two months since I rightfully earned my shot for your title. As much as Marisol Marniceau and Avery Quinn tried to intentionally prevent our match from happening, an assertive, logical conversation with Junior has made things official. On the next show, you and I finally get to throw down the gauntlet, and I intend to win. This match? It’s the perfect demonstration to show you and the entire roster what I’m capable of.”
She looks over at Nora and Ashley, a look of confidence on display.
Jessica Sears: “I hope you bring your A-game. We can easily make this Match of the Night. We just have to be able to cooperate.”
The last sentence is, of course, addressed to Ashley. Jessica smiles and brushes at her T.A.R.D.I.S. skirt, then she pulls down on her fingerless gloves.
Jessica Sears: “Game on.”
Andre’s face remained blank after both Ashley and Jessica spoke their peace. He rubs the side of his face and nods his head. It’s surprising that an ill-tempered maniac can keep his head on after being disrespected and challenged by two amazing athletes. He keeps the X Championship belt in his grasp tighter than ever before speaking his words. His attention turns to Ashley first.
Andre Holmes: “That was cute what you said. And it’s even more cute you have the nerve to call me dumb but remind you that you’re standing in a locker with a person who doesn’t care about you and also two people wouldn’t waste their time bashing your skull in. So if I were you, do yourself a favor and shut up. You’ll probably be more liked that way.”
He turns to Jessica.
Andre Holmes: “And don’t worry. I agree with you one hundred percent about our match, but I’m certain that I’ll still be walking out the SAP X Championship. Now if you ladies will excuse me, the champion who is actually breaking records is about to head out.”
Before he leaves the room, he stands beside Ashley and looks her in the eyes.
Andre Holmes: “By the way, classless and tasteless?”
He slowly looks down to her...you know what then stares back in her face again.
Andre Holmes: “Speaking from experience are we?”
Andre bursts into laughter and just leaves the locker room without even looking back. Nora shakes her head after watching the entire proceeding events and she looks Ashley up and down with her hands on her curvy hips.
Nora Harris: “You know better. Half the sh.. Stuff you just spewed at me? You cry about people doing to you. Don’t presume. I don’t bring in things on you, that you just did. But you know what? That’s fine. Jessica knows for real what it’s like to face me, and you’re about to find out. I’m a Harris and I just got a submission on Lani San Diego. Maybe? You’ll be next on that.”
She stares right at Ashley and narrows her eyes before pushing past her, though she gives a respectful nod to Jessica.
Nora Harris: “Good luck Jessica working with glory hog full tilt DIVA there.”
She bounces out of the room on a huff, which is odd considering she’s also skipping. As she exits, Ashley stands there a smirk on her face, looking over at Jessica.
ASHLEY MALDANO: See how easy it is to get into the minds of those who don’t fully understand? See how easy it is to manipulate a situation?
She smiles, stepping closer to Jessica.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Be thankful tonight, you have it easy. While those two mop heads are distracted by wanting nothing more than to see me crash and burn, you’re left with opportunity.
She says, before turning herself away as she walks out the room.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Don’t mess it up.
She states before leaving Jessica alone in the room. She raises an eyebrow and regards the camera for a moment.
Jessica Sears: “I think she meant to go with the Wallace Wisdom. Don’t f**k up. Oh! Sorry, rated T. Censor that. Anyways, I need to find Victor and talk about strategy.”
With a sheepish grin, she dismisses herself from the locker room with a skip in her step.
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The Fam vs. Raven Monetta & Jacob Evans
The match started out with Terry toying with Jacob Evans. Triple T quickly used his superior athleticism to bend Evans to his will. At one point he even let him tag in Monetta. Raven wasn’t much of a challenge either and after taking a few minutes of punishment tagged Evans back in. Vince now stated it was his time to enter the match. Evans begged Terry not to tag in Vince but he didn’t listen or care. Steel came in and utterly destroyed Evans. Raven ran into the ring to try and help her partner but just received a big boot to the face for her troubles. Steel then whipped her over the top rope. Steel then grabbed Evans and landed the “Hand of Steel” (iron claw slam). Steel made the cover and got the pin.
Winners: The Fam
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Once again, Yasmeen Sherazi stands backstage on standby.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Ladies and Gents, my guest at this time. Accompanied by XENA, the “Apex Goddess,” Fujiko Mine.
Xena steps in, staring nastily at the camera. Fujiko follows suit, also looking unamused.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Fujiko, after Nick Redfield cost you your opportunity to win the Great American Championship at-
Yasmeen is cut off by XENA emitting a low growl. Fujiko cocks an eyebrow, not a trace of a smile.
Xena: Fujiko is going to beat Nick Redfield senseless for his immature actions. He will find that tonight will give birth to his one true regret, that being crossing the Apex goddess. Because of him, Rachel Redding gets to slip by and take the spot that Fujiko was going to win from her. But don’t you worry. Fujiko will find her path to the top, and she will take what belongs to her.
XENA narrows her eyes, leaning into the camera.
Xena: Farewell, Redfield. Sleep tight.
Fujiko looks up at the towering XENA, who sneers before exiting. Fujiko gives the camera a knowing look before following in the same direction as XENA, without saying a single word.
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Fujiko Mine vs. Nick Redfield
Before the bell rang, a huge “Fu-Ji-Ko” chant rang out. Fujiko paced impatiently, wanting to get her hands on Nick. As soon as the bell rang, Fujiko rushed across the ring and slammed her forearm into Nick Redfield’s face. It caught him off guard and backed him into a corner, where Fujiko continued the onslaught until the referee began to count. She backed away, and when Redfield came out of the corner, she attacked him again, becoming relentless in her onslaught of Nick. He took advantage the second time, kicking her in the knee to slow her pace. He then took control of the match, focusing all of his offense on her weakened knee. He managed to cap off a great sequence by landing a running shooting star press onto her knee, but only managed to get two. Fujiko tried to get back to her feet, but Nick continued the attack. However, he made one wrong move too many, slapping Fujiko in the face. She smiled eerily, but when Nick went for another she ducked it and hit him with a pele kick! She grimaced, but got back to her feet and pulled Nick up before hitting a devastating roundhouse kick that echoed through the arena! Nick fell like a ton of bricks, but managed to kick out right before the three!
Fujiko tried to work some pain out of her knee, and then waited for Nick to rise. As he did, she leapt up and hit him with the Lucky Shot (Backflip Flash kick)! The crowd exploded as she landed on her uninjured knee and went for the cover. Right before she could, however; Rachel Redding hit the ring and broke up the pin! The crowd booed heavily as Rachel alternated shots between Fujiko and Nick, with the ref having no choice but to throw out the whole match! She pulled Fujiko up and hit the Category 5 (Ripcord Jumping Knee), and Fujiko dropped to the mat, barely conscious. She then turned her attention to Nick and hit him with a Category 5 as well! The crowd booed heavily as Rachel stood over both opponents with a wicked smile.
Winner: No Contest
After the match a very unhappy Avery Quinn made his way out onto the stage with a microphone. He told Redding that her actions tonight were uncalled for and that now she was going to face punishment for them. Avery said he hopes she isn’t top attached to that guaranteed North American title shot because it’s not guaranteed anymore. At the next show Rachel will now face Fujiko and Nick for her title shot. Rachel looks cross but Quinn doesn’t care as he walks to the back.
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The Canadian fans wouldn't know, but “Cheatham Country” bumps from the speakers and they bob their heads to the beat. The song plays nearly half a minute, just as Upchurch starts with the first verse, and a very large, young man steps through the curtain. Mossy Oak, from the Aussie-styled fedora on his head, his hooded sweatshirt, the bottoms of his overalls to the Arctic Hunter IIs on his feet.
Jackson Hall comments, “I believe this is Matthew Gamble, from Tennessee.”
Gamble is carrying a Tim Horton’s cup that he switches from hand to hand, bumping fists and slapping hands with fans along the aisle. At ringside, he reaches up with his right hand, grabbing the middle rope. He pulls himself up onto the apron, careful like, as not to spill the cup in his left. He ducks between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. Gesturing for the microphone, he excuses the announcer.
“How’s ‘bout this,” Gamble begins, only to mouth, “ain't Tim Horton’s.” He chugs it, tosses the cup, covers his mouth, feigns a fear-of-being-punished look and continues, “I done went an’ drove fifteen hours to bring’a hawt gal a camo bikini.”
“He straight hit on Celeste on Twitter,” Chris Wintermute clued in, “even after Cross warned him to stop.”
“Gamble live-tweeted his thousand mile trip here,” Hall added.
“Including the purchase of that bikini,” Judd Kover laughs.
“Also,” Gamble continued, “wanna ask Mr. Quinn to give yer Boy a chance.” He stood in the center of the ring, hunger in his eyes, “I kno, I may not say or do the right thing all the right times, but I can gets the job done.”
“That he can,” Hall comments, “he trained at the Lonestar Academy.”
“I don't kno all that much ‘bout spirit,” Gamble claims, “but I kno’s lots ‘bout pride. I'll pay my dues an’ earn my worth.”
With that said, Gamble drops the microphone. He ducks between the top and middle rope exiting the ring and heads back up the aisle.
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Ashley Maldano & Jessica Nitoh vs. Andre Holmes & Nora Harris
The bell rang and the two champions decided to start out the match. They locked up and Holmes quickly took the advantage. He put Maldano in a arm wringer and brought her down to a knee. Ashley worked her way back up and cartwheeled to a better position. She worked Andre up against the ropes and the ref called for a break. Maldano didn’t brake cleanly and raked the eyes of Holmes before whipping him into the ropes. Andre rebounded and was hit with a roundhouse kick from Ashley. Maldano tagged in Nitoh who didn’t seem to happy with her cheating. Ash told her to get over it and get into the match. Nitoh pulled up Andre and landed two elbows before looking for a discuss one but Andre hooked it, he then spun and got Jessica up on his shoulders and connected with “Holmes on the Range” (death valley driver onto knee). Holmes made the tag into Nora who came in full of fury. She pulled up Jessica and whipped her into the ropes. Nitoh came in crashing and then ate a flying forearm from Nora. Nora backed up and went for another elbow but when she ran in Jess jumped up onto the second rope and dove connecting with a springboard tornado ddt. Nora looked dazed and Ash called for a tag. Nitoh made it and Maldano came in and started to lay the boots to Harris. Andre tried to rally the fans behind Nora getting them to clap along for her. Maldano ran over to their corner and nailed Andre with a forearm that dropped him to the floor. Ashley called for Jess to get him. Nitoh entered the ring and got a big running start connecting with ““T.A.R.D.I.S., Take Flight!” (Double Springboard Plancha) to the outside. Maldano grabbed Nora thinking she had this all won when Nora connected with a headbutt to the gut of Ashley doubling her over. Nora then grabbed her and connected with the “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Nora made the cover and got the three count to the excitement of the fans.
Winners: Andre Holmes & Nora Harris
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International Tag Team Title Match
The Reeds vs. CJ Cross & Celeste
The crowd was hot for this one and right before the bell rang The Reeds charged across the ring and attacked CJ and Celeste from behind. The husband and wife duo quickly took the advantage with their trickery. Lilah tossed Celeste out through the middle rope and then got with Charlie and the two connected with a suplex. Lilah then went out to her corner and Charlie started the match against CJ. Charlie placed CJ in a boston crab and really put some pressure on it. Cross fought hard and pulled himself to the bottom rope. Charlie put some knees to the lower back of CJ before tagging in Lilah. Lilah came in and pulled CJ up to his feet. She then drove a hard elbow into his back that dropped him to his knees. Lilah then hit the ropes and drove CJ’s head into the mat with a bulldog. Lilah went for a cover but Celeste slid in from the outside and broke the pin to the cheers of the crowd. CJ made his way to his corner and tagged in Celeste who came in and quickly started trading blows with Lilah. Celeste then scooped her up over her shoulder and dropped down slamming Lilah face first into the mat. Celeste went for the cover but now Charlie broke it up. Charlie dragged Lilah back to his corner and tagged himself in. Charlie came rushing into the ring looking to get Celeste but she caught him with a wicked roundhouse kick that sent him to a seated position looking dazed. Celeste went to go tag in CJ but Lilah entered the ring to distract the referee. Celeste didn’t see this and was still on her way to tag in CJ when Eli and Genie came out from the crowd and pulled CJ off of the apron and started to beat the hell out of him. Celeste slid out of the ring but Genie quickly bounced her face off of the apron and then slid her back into the ring. Charlie quickly pulled Celeste up and connected with “Snapping the Reed” (full nelson facebuster). Lilah let go of the ref who turned around as Charlie was hooking the leg of Celeste for a pin and made the three count. Lilah grabbed the titles and Charlie exited the ring where they celebrated their win. Eli and Genie slid CJ into the ring and continued to beat down him and Celeste. The crowd was letting out nothing but boos as Eli and Genie showed that this wasn’t over between the two. The show ended with Eli and Genie sharing a kiss overtop the laid out bodies of CJ and Celeste.
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TRIXIE: Ok, so I'm ready to answer a few questions.
She smiles with Yasmeen holding a few pink cards. On the back, the Trixie Brand logo is on them in black letters. Trixie sips the small plastic cup of water and clears her throat as she sets down the cup and mouths "thank you" to the person who got it for her with a welcoming smile.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: First question comes from @swixie from the fan site. With Stone Hendrix as undefeated, how does that impact your mindset?
Trixie holds up her hand with two fingers extended before she begins speaking.
TRIXIE: Yes. Stone has won two matches. A ten man tag team match where he got the hot tag to Wally and then Jamal after that nasty boot in the corner. How does that impact my mindset? It leaves me aware he's got promise, but I'm quicker than Jamal and I won't leave myself in the corner to be clocked by a wrestling boot. I'm here in SAP to conquer and Stone Hendrix's streak is the first one I will conquer.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: Someone did their homework.
She says and Trixie retorts waving a small strand of her blonde hair.
TRIXIE: Don't let the blonde hair fool you.
As they share a little chuckle and Trixie wiggles her foot in anticipation of the rest of the questions.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: Our next one comes from @evan_Mr.Trix. Will there be a SAP romance between you and anyone?
Trixie is taken back with her cheekbones prominent by the smile and blinks a couple times over the question. She chooses to shake her head just a little bit, hardly noticeable and lightly giggled at the question.
TRIXIE: I'm not entirely sure. But never say never.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: @wellerheller asks if you will be at all SAP events coming up with your 2018 Tour De Trixie you're on.
Trixie sits forward in her chair and rests her hands on her lap for a brief moment before they tell the story as she talks.
TRIXIE: I'll say this. SAP has stayed around longer than a lot of places who've closed their doors. In this volitile business, SAP's kept the light on and kept a room for fans and wrestlers to come together, host competitive matches and have a good time. I greatly respect that. I'm honoured SAP accepted my application and I will be here every show I can. Every show they'll have me.
With an approving nod from Yasmin, Trixie sits back and looks at the last card in her hand with glee.
YASMEEN SHERAZI: And last question, Trixie. What title do are you after?
TRIXIE: For now, that's for me to know and the champion to...watch out.
She says with a confident smirk and unclips her microphone off her black wrestling top. She stands up to collect her denim jacket and puts on her aviator glasses before turning back to Yasmeen to thank her and walks off set.
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The scene opens in the back locker room area, where Stone Hendrix is already in his wrestling gear and a white sleeveless Spirit and Pride shirt. He is wrapping his wrists and firsts with athletic tape, giving the task close focus. He doesn’t look up to the camera, but keeps wrapping, as he starts to speak.
Stone Hendrix: So far, I have been in giant tag matches and some upstart singles matches here in SAP. I have found success in them with an undefeated record so far, but let’s be honest here. This match tonight? Against Trixie? This is the biggest match of my short career so far. She’s an established veteran in this industry and has a name, a following. She’s done a lot and I respect what she’s done and continued to do.
He rubs his chin and looks like he’s thinking things over before letting out his next sentence. He finally tosses the roll of tape into his bag and eyes up the camera.
Stone Hendrix: This is the part where you expect me to talk her down and say why she shouldn’t win this match because of this, that or the other but that’s just not how I do things. Even if I didn’t have respect for Trixie, I wouldn’t throw her name in the mud just to make my name looks better because if my name and reputation can’t stand on their own, then they aren’t worth much, are they? Since this match was announced, I have been laser focused on Trixie and only her. I have studied and watched tape of her to know exactly who is stepping into the ring with me here tonight. You know how I did all that? Trixie is in a handful of companies, more so if you count recent departures, and that gives me a huge baseline to know who she is and what she can do in that ring. Trixie? She can’t say the same about me. I’ve had a few matches here and that’s all she can go on.
Stone shrugs his shoulders and slightly tilts his head.
Stone Hendrix: I mean, sure she could check into who trained me but my style in the ring is vastly different than Jacob Daniels of Pride Pro or Zooey West-Jaa of Liberty Pro… So that might not be much help either. But one thing that Trixie should know and if she doesn’t by now, she will when our match starts, that I’m going to bring everything I have at her and battle for that win. I respect Trixie, so I’m going to give her everything I have and then some. My advice? She better do the same.
He punches his fist into his opposite hand and flashes a quick smile to the camera before walking out of his locker room.
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Trixie vs. Stone Hendrix
The bell rang and Trixie looked more than excited for her first match in SAP. Stone towered over her and looked to use his advantage early, when they locked up he quickly tossed her into the corner. Before Stone even had a chance to go get her Trixie came rushing out of the corner with a shotgun dropkick that caught Stone right in the gut. Stone grimaced in pain as he leaned onto the ropes. Trixie got a running start and went after Stone but he cut her off with a boot to the face. Trixie dropped to the mat hard and Stone landed and elbow drop. Stone went for a cover but Trixie placed a foot on the ropes. Stone pulled up Trixie and went for a turnbuckle powerbomb but she slid down his back. As Hendrix turned around Trixie hit her spicy superkick to Stone’s ankle which made him drop to a knee. Trixie then followed it up with the shining apprentice and got the three count.
Winner: Trixie
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The Spirit and Pride Wrestling GM was currently in not the best mood tonight as she strolled the backstage hallways, sipping from her mug of herbal green tea to try to nurse her headache while her personal assistant, Jasmine Bishop sped up her pace to try to keep up with the agitated boss.
Marisol Marniceau: “I promise that this place is in such a disarray where no one seems to know to give proper respect. The ones that continue to give Avery a hard time are the ones who I could fire today and probably about zero point five percent of the roster would raise a hoot about, meaning no one would really care. Spring cleaning is about to start early if I have my way… rid the company of the wannabe nuisances and try to clean up this big mess.”
Jasmine Bishop: ”Ummmm… you are DEFINITELY going to need a bigger mop for all of that because hot mess central is in full effect around here. Just have Vince clean it up, he’ll steamroll right through the haters.”
Marisol Marniceau: “In due time, my dear, in due time… I can understand now why Avery had Phoenix be as vocal as she’s been to try to weather these storms but I feel if she takes a backseat and allow me to have complete control as I should, I can be able to handle things alot better that does not call for me becoming violent just to prove my point. I should not have to get into fisticuffs with some of these uncourteous lot just to get them to respect me and what I stand for.”
Jasmine Bishop:”Only like two champions are respected really in this company anyways and the champions that are respected actually respect you. Even the Face shows respect towards you while the middle card levels trying to play main eventers tend to disrespect you and the rest of the superiors.”
Marisol Marniceau: “Do not worry, they will all receive their consequences like severance packages and pay in all due time… but that Jessica Nitoh is starting become a constant headache for me. I honestly have no idea how I am going to deal with her-”
Jasmine was nodding her head, feeling sympathy for her fed up boss and friend as the two round the corner when Jasmine’s eyes widened at the sight of the duo she sees in the next hallway before she grabs Marison by the wrist and pulls her back around the corner which is what cut off Marisol while she was going into a rant about Jessica. Marisol looks startled as she wonders what was wrong as Jasmine gestures for her to only peek around the corner and to not make a sound, pointing to the two that the camera wouldnt film as Jasmine whispers something in Marisol’s ear. The sudden growing smile on Marisol’s face was quite a sight to see and she nods her head while watching the two people off camera.
Marisol Marniceau: “You’re absolutely correct, think I just may have found my answer to that problem...”
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Allen Chaney clacks his tongue, scribbling notes into a battered green notebook backstage.
"Keep walking, dickbreath," Allen says without looking up as a member of the staff approaches him. He was wearing a hoodie over his ring gear, scribbling joke ideas onto the page.
"Sir, uh... management was wonderin-"
"Then management can come fucking find me. I don't deal with errand boys. Get outta my light or I'll dick-knock the last tooth outta your skull." Allen says. The staff member is about to speak again. Allen puts the cap on his pen and starts to stand, causing the staff member to quickly shuffle away.
Once the poor young man scampers off, not too long after, another figure comes into the light and casts a shadow over Allen's scribbling. This one doesn't seem to be intimidated by the Comedian whatsoever. The camera zooms out a little, capturing the vision that is a blonde haired woman with green eyes, a long black Asymmetrical dress with a slit in the design reaching up to her mid-thigh, revealing legs for days... and black stiletto high heels.
"What did that poor boy ever do to you, Allen?"
Allen heard nothing with his headphones in and quickly stands up to deal with this new interruption.
"If you don't get outta here I swear I..." he says, cutting himself off.
Once he's stood up he finds himself looking into a pair of green eyes. He looks down.
Yup. That's a whole lotta leg.
"....I....I....Ay yi yi. Chelsea. Hey. Sorry, I didn't know it was uhm..." Allen says. He awkwardly clears his throat. This was a far cry from the intimidating figure he has shown the SAP locker room.
"What...are you doing here?" Allen finally manages to ask.
The realization and the recognition come in. Fans in attendance burst with a mixture of cheers and boos as a knowing little smirk crosses the face of Chelsea Pryce. She's holding a black folder in her left hand, her right hand settled on her curvy hip.
"I thought it was appropriate to scout the roster and watch you decimate Wally-boy." She chuckles softly. "A little bit of business, a little bit of pleasure. You know how I work."
She steps to the side and leans against the wall, a few strands of her blonde hair falling in front of her left eye. She looks towards the camera and smiles but continues to talk to Allen. "You're as friendly as ever, Allen. I'm sure the world wants to know more about you. Why not indulge them?"
Allen clears his throat.
"A little bit of...right. Truth be told I enjoy showing more than telling but I guess... please allow me to re-introduce myself." Allen says. He turns to the camera.
"I'm not pretty to look at. I'm not marketable. You're not gonna see this face on a commercial anytime soon. You see as a Comedian I see a certain order to things where others only see chaos because I'll always see the chaos through til the payoff. " Allen says. He holds up one hand.
"Set-Ups." He says. He holds up his other hand.
"And Punchlines. That is the order that you all fail to see. So many of you think you have everything figured out when you're barely wiping your asses properly. You all look at a guy like me and you cast your judgments. He's fat. He's a loser. He's not athletic enough... you see all of that is the set-up. The Punchline doesn't work without the Set-up" Allen says, putting his hands together.
"It's just that in this instance the Punchline is when after all of your judgment, I beat the ever-loving shit out of every single one of you. Because once you realize what a joke everything is? Being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense." Allen says. He turns and looks at Chelsea.
"Too much?" He asks.
Chelsea's smirk widens and she presses the folder in her hand against her abdomen. "Actually, that was just enough for a tease. I feel sorry for Wally. The joke's on him and he has no idea of the hell that's coming."
She gently pushes herself from the wall and takes a step forward. She raises the folder in both hands and parts it to reveal an official contract with Spirit and Pride Wrestling.
Her name is in the contract. Everything is signed and dated.
"Oh, what fun we'll be having in the North Atlantic..." She winks. She turns towards Allen and smiles. "Set-ups and Punchlines, right?"
"Well...seems like the joke is on ME, right now... I really let them lowball me on pay. I REALLY need to call that scary guy back about managing me." Allen says as he looks over her contract. He checks the time on his phone.
"Shit. I've gotta get ready for my match... for good luck?" Allen asks, pointing his cheek at Chelsea and pointing to it to ask for a kiss on the cheek.
Chelsea raises an eyebrow, not entirely sure who Allen is referring to. She shrugs it off, for now, closing the folder and keeping it to her side in her left hand. "You just have to be a little more persuasive." She winks.
Allen's gesture is simple and she chuckles. "Not that you'll need good luck, but..." Leaning in, she plants a kiss on his cheek and smiles. Some of the fans are going crazy in response. She extends her right hand in the direction of the ring. "The floor is yours."
Allen smirks.
"Damn right it is...and I dare a motherfucker to try and take it from me." He says with a chuckle.
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Wally Lee vs. Allen Chaney
The bell rang and Wally tried to use quick footwork to try and get around his much larger opponent but was caught off guard when Chaney landed a dropkick that sent him to the mat. Lee got back up to see a charging Chaney. Wally caught him with a drop toe hold which landed him on the middle rope. Wally quickly got to his feet and landed a double stomp on Chaney while he was hooked on the middle rope. Chaney bounced off and held his throat for a moment. Wally waited for him to get to his feet and then rebounded off of the ropes looking to hit a kotaro krusher but Allen hooked the legs of Lee and dropped him with an electric chair drop. Chaney got up and then waited for Lee, Chaney hit the ropes and as Wally was getting up he was plastered with a big boot from Allen. Chaney kept up the attack by dropping down to a knee and unleashing some hard strikes on Wally. Wally caught his arm at one point and then twisted his body around to lock Allen in a Fujiwara armbar. Chaney was in a rough spot but he managed to hook a leg on the bottom rope. The two men started to stir. Wally hit the ropes first and went after Chaney but Allen saw him coming and hit him with the “Open Mic Massacre” (Lariat) making Wally flip from the impact. Chaney got the cover and the win.
Winner: Allen Chaney
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As the camera starts to roll, we’re greeted by the familiar faces of Cosmo Cooper and Michael Kelly. It’s just another day for the duo, cranking out a session in the RAW GRAPS gym, sweat beaming off of their faces. From afar, the two look like they’re having quite the time, laughing it up right before they hit the nearest workout bench. It is there where their whole demeanor changes to a much more serious one as Michael and Cosmo both work to pile on weights on the silver barbell. The camera zoom in to catch the team in mid-conversation.
Cosmo: So what do you think about them?
Michael: Them?
Cosmo: Yeah, Claire and uh… Ximena?
Michael: Well, they work for me. I ain’t just gonna keep some crap talent on the payroll.
Both Cooper and Kelly glance at each other before sharing a laugh.
Cosmo: I guess you’re right. I never really faced them, but then again, I’ve never really faced most of the teams in SAP.
Michael: Yeah, but you’re Cosmo Cooper.
Cosmo: What’s that supposed to mean?
Michael: It means you’re a champ for a reason. You hold both a singles and tag team championship dude. You’re ready for anything.
Cosmo smiles at Michael, letting out a chuckle before patting him on the back.
Cosmo: You’re not half bad either, Mike. I’ve traveled the world in search of competition and found it around every corner. I went to Japan, found competition and came out successful. I wrestle in the Good US of A, I find a ton of competition and I’ve been a “little” more than successful.
Michael looks on with a raised eyebrow.
Michael: Your point being?
Cosmo: My point being that I came to SAP to find some more comp and if you say that Claire and Ximmie are really great, I’m not going to take it lightly.
Michael: Yeah bud. You never take things likely. That’s why you’re the man and it’s exactly why this team is going to continue to kill it here in SAP.
Cosmo: Damn right. If there’s anything I learned in 2017, it’s that you should treat every match like it’s a title match.
Michael: Even a squash match?
Cosmo shakes his head and lets out a laugh.
Cosmo: Even a squash match. If we go out there and treat every match like it’s a title match, sooner or later we’re going to find ourselves in an actual title match. That’s what a love about tag matches, dude. It reminds me of being back in high school and college, you give your brother on the apron everything you got, night in and night out. Win or lose. You keep grinding. And that’s what we do Mike, we keep grinding.
Michael: Oh, I like the way you think, buddy. The way we’re going, it’s really only a matter of time before…
Cosmo: Before?
Michael: Yeah, before…
Cosmo and Michael: Before Raw Graps takes over the tag division.
Cosmo: Haha! Alright!
Michael: Hell yeah.
The two fist bump before Cosmo lays across the workout bench, wrapping his giant hands around the barbell before looking up at his tag team partner.
Michael: Alright bud, you ready?
Cosmo: Come on man, you serious? I’m Cosmo Cooper. I’m ready for anything. These weights. BGTL. Anything.
Michael: That’s what I like to hear, Boy!
The camera pans back just as the session continues, just before Cosmo starts to lift the barbell off of the steel squat stand, Michael looking over and spotting him whilst we slowly fade to black.
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The audience is screaming like crazy and on their feet with the applause as the Sauce and Shade Goddess is inside the ring and sending all sorts of Korean hearts with her fingers to the active audience while brushing her hair out of her eyes and waiting for her music to fade out so that she can get right down to business with why she’s out here tonight. She appears to be in a good mood as she lets out a dramatic sigh, that smile on her face seeming to grow more and more with every passing moment.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Now you know…. I had to bring the SAAAAAUCEEEEE to Canada tonighttttttt, riiiiiiiight?!”
She pauses to hear that loud positive crowd reaction that elicits a smirk out of the infamous Firebird.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Can’t believe this long ass vacation I’ve been taking from competing in the ring… living life, brushing up on my training and taking care of business. However…. I’ma let you know now that you WILL see me competing before the month is out.. But I’m not out here to talk about Vengeance Pro, I am out here to set some things straight concerning SAP.”
Her voice takes on that stern, serious tone to showcase that she was getting right down to business right now.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “As you all know, I have been the most audible when it comes to the Board of Directors of this company simply because I am unfiltered and I have no qualms putting people in their rightful places. The problem with SAP now is too many of yall backstage thinking yall the boss of this here company when nobody really gives a damn about most of this so called ‘stars’ of SAP who…. Aren’t even seen that way from the fans. As much as Eli and I get into it, he is the Face for the reason. As much as the fans love to hate him, they will never deny how great his talent is and know he will handle business when the time calls for it. He isn't hugging every formidable opponent and competition that signs to the company in order to not get on their hit list like some of your scaredy cats backstage. He also knows who runs this company… which brings me to my next pet peeve. This whole acting as if you all don’t know Avery is the one running the show but I can’t be surprised that yall are using the lines from former employees no longer with the company given that most of yall cant think for yallselves anyways, sounding like programmed robots who needs to be everyone’s friend to be validated in a place that everyone sees you as a goldfish and not a shark.”
She stops talking to brush her hair off her shoulders because she’s just getting started, making sure to hit on every concern that had been put on the table at the last Board of Directors meeting.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Now… I dare yall to try that shit with me because yall know as much as I like to verbally insult, I can also do great damage with physical assault as well. But noooooo, yall GM dont want me putting these hands on yall and she actually has a point… because I do need to conduct myself more in a certain light and save the assbeatings for CWC. So I am officially taking a backseat and allowing the GM to TRYYYYY and be the aggressor when of course, that might not fly way since most of yall dont seem to take her seriously… even though yall forgetting she can fire yall and terminate with no issues. But far as I’m concern, that aint really my problem. I do welcome yall to come at me though, piss me off so I can drag WHOOOLLLLLEEEEE lives out here cause yall know I be knowing the tea and I can put people on front street to the point that they will be more of laughing stock than they already are. Now…. the GM wants Vince Steel to be the new Face of SAP and I am currently fighting her on that because I honestly believe that Eli has that position on lock and only like 2 percent of the roster comes at him while nobody seems to take Vince seriously.”
The audience is actually shocked about the news, especially the wondering of why Marisol has her sight on Vince out of all the others on the roster.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “According to yall GM, she feels that Vince is the pioneer of SAP and she relies heavily on the bigger the person is in physical form, that the harder they fall. I dont agree though, because just because Eli isn’t the size of a spaceship like Vince is, doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been handling his own and cutting down the competition. I don’t believe Marisol knows the story of David and Goliath but I digressssss.”
A playful roll of her eyes followed by a wink to the crowd with the smile forming of her face stating that she finds Marisol not only a piece of work but amusing as hell as well.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “Thats yall manz though, the good ol GM. I hope she can get yall straightened out since my hands are tied at the moment and I can’t do this myself. I will warn yall that she’s been pink slip triggered lately so if she fires the mediocre wannabe badasses? Have fun at those bigger companies where you’re just a body since yall aint at SAP anymore to try and play that big fish, small pond schtick that most of yall have been on. Yall tried it though but even here, you aren’t well received with the fans because of the fuckery. Yall do know acting like yall dont know who runs the place but showing up at every SAP event trying to reign supreme makes you look dumb, right? Gonna needa yall to leave all Jacob Cass’ spirits in WWH before you further embarrass yourselves. Fujiko and Cosmo Cooper have been here shorter than the ones who do all this complaining and they seem to know who the CEO of this company is… they seem to know the rules, all of that. Maybe the ones who have been here longer have been getting overlooked because yall on yall Ash Scion with the ‘I dont know who and whats’ thats been going on around here.”
Phoenix shrugs, also knowing that for the moment, that is not her problem but instead Marisol’s since she has been having a hard on with wanting to have more say so and feels she can’t if Phe doesnt take a step back.
Phoenix Quagliaterre: “It is all comical to me though.. Wanna take shots at Avery thinking his silence at times is his weakness but yall still ducking Eli on social media and running from trying to get on Genie’s bad side, try to get shine off of Fujiko, fear Cosmo, try to be top dog here when yall name is not Brendan and Rachel is still going strong. Instead of doing a hottest in SAP list, I should narrow down who the joke of the company is to make some of yall humble. I am trying to uplift the company while most of yall bring it down with the disrespect to the superiors and thinking yall run the show when we the ones signing yall checks. Feel like-”
GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES, GIRL
STAND FACE TO FACE WITH YOUR GOD
FIND OUT WHAT YOU ARE
STAND FACE TO FACE WITH YOUR GOD
FIND OUT WHAT YOU ARE
The audience seems surprised by the familiar theme music as they look towards the curtains with anticipation to see if it’s really him as Gabriel Laroux finally makes his appearance. He gets a huge mixed reaction from the crowd from the ones excited that he may be back and the ones who remember how much they love to hate the controversial Laroux brother. But the mixed reaction turns to unanimous loud cheers when they see that he is not alone when a smirking Xavier makes himself known when he pushes through the curtains. Phoenix actually looks quite surprised as the duo make their way towards the ring, Gabriel making sure to walk slow besides his brother to check that he is feeling okay. Phoenix twirls that microphone in her hands while watching Cause and Effect enter the ring, the smile on Gabriel’s face towards Phoenix indicating that things really are solid between the two once again. The camera pans on Xavier as the crowd starts a chant with shouting his name repeatedly while he meets eyes with Phoenix and stares for a long moment before breaking the eye connection to look around the ring before taking a step towards Phoenix, charmingly asking her for the microphone and smiling when she hands it off to him.
Xavier Laroux: “Ya know… I didnt prepare a big ol speech when I decided to pop up on the show and come out here tonight. Poor Phe here aint even know I was comin’ but ya know how much YOUR Favorite Drug love to surprise.”
He winks at Phoenix, even looked her up and down as if the interest for his former significant other never wavered or faded out of his system after awakening from the comatose state Alessandro had put him in.
Xavier Laroux: “But tonight aint bout big speeches, s’all that matters is that everyone knows that I am awake, knows that I know what all went down while I was out to the world and that most importantly, yall know that I’m back. Sucha good feeling being back and awake, knowin’ that i had some haters who wished me to stay in a coma but ya know what, let’em talk cause jealousy is all it issssss.”
The audience is eating all of this up, still trying to process seeing Xavier much awake and especially well enough to appear on television to announce that Phoenix stating he was awake earlier that night on social media were far from rumors that alot took it to be.
Xavier Laroux: “But first thing is first cause I hadda let yall know what is on my mind after all this time and all Ima say for the moment is I’m comin for what’s mine.”
He tilts his head a bit away from the audience as he slowly looks at Phoenix, smiling cockily at her as he lowers the mic from his mouth and stares at her with all the intent in the world from the meaning behind his words. Phoenix looks shocked while the crowd eggs Xavier on and Gabriel actually laughs while watching the silent exchange between the two.
Xavier Laroux: “Ales bout to be one disappointed man cause he couldnt take me out like he wanted to. Im back, im takin what belongs to me and aint nothin he or anybody gonna do about it either.”
He drops the mic and soaks in the praise from the crowd in usual cocky fashion while Gabriel nods his head proudly at the love that is being shown from the audience right now. Xavier moves towards the ropes to sit on the middle rope, gesturing to Phoenix with a smile while he acts like a gentleman as Gabriel says something reassuringly to Phoenix before they head towards Xavier and the ropes to begin exiting out of the ring.
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Yasmeen Sherazi stands backstage in between an inquisitive Zombie Vice Squad. Siberia looks her up and down and nods at Kowloon.
Siberia: She’s ok. Go on.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Uhm. OK. I am joined now by rising tag team Zombie Vice Squad. First, I’d-
Siberia snatches the microphone from her hands.
Siberia: Last time we were here, we showed ourselves to be far superior than Satsujin. More importantly we proved that we were better than Stacked Deck. Even more important still is that we proved that we are the best tag team in SAP. It doesn’t matter who was here before us and who comes after. You can finally claim to have had the purest, and the most skillful tag team working in the world today. There isn’t anywhere that we go where we do not dominate the division. SAP is special, however because it actually has some competition.
Kowloon glares at Yasmeen and Siberia gives her back the microphone. He keeps staring at Yasmeen until she points the microphone at him.
Kowloon: There are many strong teams in SAP but not too many team members. It does not matter how well you are as a singles wrestler. When two people come together and just decide to be a tag team, they must work extra hard to reach the level of an established tag team from the start. It will take them even more time to reach our level. There is no bond that is stronger. Our partnership is forged in fire and tested against steel. We will not break and we will not go down easily.
Yasmeed points the mic at Siberia which earns her a smile and a nod.
Siberia: Now we are set to face Hell is Waiting. This so called tag team is most likely made out of failed singles wrestlers who think they can come to our world and dominate together. They do not know what awaits them now that the leaders of this world are going to be across from them in the ring. They who dare to have such a name. The woman seems fine, but that man… I would be ashamed to have him as a partner. Mr. Inoue represents everything that is wrong with Japan. He is the rebelliousness and wanton lust and destruction that causes a lot of damage to one’s morale. There is nothing good at the end of that road. Luckily I have the best tag partner in the world.
Kowloon takes the mic from Yasmeen who just gives up and leans against the wall.
Kowloon: You do not expect us to be a challenge just like Stacked Deck and Satsujin. I see that already with your taunts. Do not worry because we are used to being misunderstood and looked down on. Ever since we were starting out people have done this to us. You are in for one big surprise when we turn your world upside down. We are the avenging angels of SAP, and your time is over before it even began. Hell just froze over and Heaven will seek its revenge. See you in the ring!
He doesn’t see Yasmeen close by so he just places the mic on the floor and Zombie Vice Squad walk away.
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Desiree Jenkins vs. Jaser Cruz
The two lock up and Desiree quickly took the lead. She whipped Jaser into the ropes and connected with a corner clothesline before using a snapmare followed up with a dropkick to the back of the head. Jaser powdered to the outside. Desy leapt over the top rope and connected with a cross body on Jaser. She played to the crowd for a moment before picking up Jaser and rolling him back into the ring. As Desy gets in and gets up her eyes catch Luca Di Paolo who has made it out onto the stage. Desy yells for him to turn back, when she turns around Jaser has thrown himself at her and connects with “Saucy” (wheelbarrow stunner). Jaser goes for the cover and gets the three count.
Winner: Jaser Cruz
After the match Luca came down to the ring. He stepped up onto the apron and told Desiree that he’s sick of seeing her get chances that she doesn’t deserve. That she acts like she’s something special around here when she’s not, that Luca is the real star of SAP. Di Paolo then says he’s going to show Jenkins that she’s beneath him and issues a challenge for the next show.
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Claire and XImena stand backstage. The BGTL Duo consisting of the pint-sized spitfire blonde and the tall, dark powerhouse amazon seem vibrant. There’s a buzz in the air, everybody can feel it. Even though not a single word has been set, sparks are already flying. It’s obvious they’re gearing up for a monumental occasion.
Eventually Ximena starts talking, which is unusual as the mouthier Claire usually starts spouting without a second’s thought as the camera’s start rolling. Not this time, however. Her feet planted squarely in the ground, her shoulders broad and steadfast and the look on her face undeterred and unafraid, Ximena takes center stage.
Ximena: We came to SAP with one goal: the International Tag Team Championships. We came here to expand our own brand; to turn us into a team of world renown and by extension uplift all of the SAP Tag Team Division. We’ve been doing pretty well. We haven’t scored a victory in all of our matches, but the fact still remains: as a tag team, 2 on 2, Claire and I have never been bested. Never been pinned or submitted. Not in Mexico, not in the Caribbean, or anywhere else we have stepped in between those ropes.
Ximena stops talking, and finally Claire takes center stage, who has been quiet so far… probably a record for her.
Claire: But don’t think that means we’re unaware of what we’re going up against here. We fully realize that our achievements in other companies, other continents,… they don’t count for shit. Because this is Spirit and Pride Wrestling, and it’s a whole different ballgame. The biggest trap to fall into is to believe you’re unbeatable in one place because you were successful in another. That’s when the losses start coming.
Ximena: These fans don’t give a damn that we’re tag champs in another company. Nobody even wants to hear about what we’ve done somewhere else. This is SAP and that’s all they care about. And tonight, that’s all WE care about. It’s a company that houses some of the world’s greatest talent. And tonight? Tonight we show that not only do we belong, we can roll with the best of them and came out on top.
Claire: Our opponents tonight are no strangers to anyone. Cosmo Cooper needs no introduction, he’s basically done it all. 2017 was a monster year for him and he’s only going to get better. It’d be stupid to think that he’ll give us anything else but the fight of our lives, but he’d be stupid to think that we’ll roll over as easily as the bottom barrel bitches he and Michael faced last week. We’re not here to fill up the goddamn card, we’re here to top it! And what better way to do it than by knocking off RAWGRAPS, a team of two of the best single’s wrestlers in the world?
Ximena: People have been asking us if we’re scared? Intimidated? Hell no. This is exactly what we’re here for. An opportunity to face the best. To beat the best. That’s how you make a name for yourself. Nobody cares if you beat up a bunch of no-names. Nobody cares if you steamroll through mediocrity. That’s why we’re stoked to step in the ring with not just Cosmo Cooper, but Michael Kelly as well.
Claire: We know Michael. I don’t say this very often, but I respect the guy. No matter what he says, he knows what we’re worth. Those ‘other companies’ we talked about earlier, in which we’ve been so successful? Well, he runs one of them. He’s our actual boss! But tonight, we forget all about that. Tonight, he’s just another face for us to punch in. Just another body to beat up. Tonight... he’s just another victim! One that will fight harder and stronger than any who’ve came before. But Michael Kelly, we’re ready for you. Your very own tag champs ain’t people to be messed with. And when the bell has rung and we stand victorious, remember that it’s not because you didn’t try hard enough, not because you weren’t good, not because you’re not supremely talented… It’s because we are simply one of the greatest tag teams in the world.
Ximena: Reeds? I hope you’re watching. This match will be YOUR future, down the line. Because we haven’t forgotten the big picture here. One step at a time we will inch closer and closer to those titles. Cherish them while you still can.
Claire: BGTL signing off, for now. See you soon!
And after a quick wink, the camera fades out.
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BGTL vs. RAWGRAPS
#BGTL squared off with RAWGRAPS, with Cosmo Cooper mocking Claire by pretending to not see her. She responded by headbutting him in the solar plexus, and then pulling him into a headlock. Cosmo easily lifted her, and carried her to the ropes. He then dumped her onto them, patting her head. She swung at him, catching him in the jaw. This angered Cosmo, who beal threw her into her own corner. She tagged out to Ximena, who went on the attack against Cosmo. They traded forearms before Ximena backed up and struck Cooper with a big boot. This stunned Cooper, who then ducked down and hit her with back leg sweep that floored her. She got back to her feet, and dodged a kick from Cooper, and countered with a neckbreaker. She then stayed on the offensive, hitting Cooper with several consecutive leg drops, but can’t put him away.
She continues on the attack, working over Cosmo’s head and neck area before tagging Claire back in. Claire continued Ximena’s work, using her legs to her advantage. She locked Cooper’s head between her legs with a scissors choke, but he got to the ropes. She then got him up and tried to judo throw him, but Cooper reversed and gave her a toss of his own! He then tagged in Kelly, who came in a house of fire! He lit Claire up with kicks, then came after Ximena with more. Ximena slowed him down with a few shots to the midsection, but Kelly came roaring back, putting her down with a sequence that ended with a huge PK! He then tagged in Cosmo, who helped him hit Congratulations (Stalling Suplex into Big Boot). Kelly kicked Claire out, while Cosmo secured the victory!
Winners: RAWGRAPS
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There’s a soft voice heard at first, soft but strident as the usually lovely tones are turned less to gentle or coy teasing and more to outright exasperation.
AURORA: I can’t believe they wouldn’t let us bring any firepower. We’re facing Zombies tonight, and everyone knows you need rocket launchers and goodies and toys.
Close up to that is heard the more eerie tones of her partner in Hell Is Waiting, heard under the screech of an owl as Olly flies ahead of the walking pair.
MASARU INOUE: Oh but this is exciting, do you think they’ll try to jump us backstage?
Aurora pauses in both her speech and her walk as she turns to Masaru, his grin stretched over his features much like a shark waiting to bite but his eyes held a pure innocent joy that seems to wash away her earlier complaints as she gives him a wicked smile in return.
AURORA: Oh my, do you think they might? It’s been ever so long since anyone had the balls or the box to even try doing something like that. And well, even though we didn’t get to bring the rocket launcher or the fluffy stuffed unicorn carry bag for it… I did bring Black Betty.
In her right hand is her signature black wooden Louisville Slugger, and she twirls it with practiced ease. She gives a tiny sigh as she looks back over at her partner.
AURORA: I mean I know they’re not real zombies. But…
Masaru’s face falls for a moment but hearing her trail off he perks right up again and almost bounces in his glee.
MASARU INOUE: They don’t have to be really real for us to… PRACTICE… on them! I’m giddy with delight.
Aurora beams a smile at Masaru, adjusts her leather ring jacket before Olly goes swooping past the pair, vague screams are heard down the hallway before he comes flying back to circle around them.
AURORA: I know. Let’s go show these freaky darlings what a good time actually is.
The pair walk towards the ringside area, Aurora already whistling their theme as they go.
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Hell Is Waiting vs. Zombie Vice Squad
Siberia Zombie and Kowloon Zombie came ready for a big old fight that was certain, Kowloon indicated he’d start for ZVS and after a bit of languid deliberation in what appeared to be Romanian and Japanese it was determined that Masaru would start for HIW. Oh dear, this went off the rails fast as Kowloon’s fiery temperament splashed up with Masaru’s sheer chaos. Aurora and Siberia watched intently as their partners fought in the center of the ring, it was clear that Masaru’s outlandish stylings were just the sort of thing that ZVS wanted to put a stop to. Easier said than done, as Kowloon found out after running Masaru with a Giant Swing, when he dropped him to the mat Inoue popped up and grinned at him! Aurora laughed as Siberia stared her down, Masaru ended a pin attempt with a huge headbutt (which all those piercings didn’t make better for Kowloon) and he locked Kowloon into a Crossface! This doesn’t end in him tapping however as in comes Siberia to break the hold with a Punt Kick! She whipped around to leave the ring before the referee could warn her but there is Aurora right there, and she brought her fists up at the Queen of the Crossroads, who proceeded to kick her in the gut before dropping her with an Evenflow DDT! The referee ordered both women out of the ring after this and the pair exited though not happily. After a few more exchanges filled with viciously hard kicks from Masaru and equally vicious chops and even a Lariat from Kowloon, finally the pair tag out to their partners! Siberia made a beeline to Aurora seeking a bit of payback, but feinted at the ropes instead at the last second, coming back with a Springboard Dropkick that sent Aurora tumbling toward the ZVS corner. The team spent the next few moments doing all they can to keep her cut off from her side of the ring, hot tags and double team effort flow smoothly as they work. Finally they catch her with Straight Edge Missile (Siberia runs at Kowloon and he picks her up and chucks her at the opponent to hit a missile dropkick) and as Kowloon looked to put her away, he bent to pull her out of the corner and just that fast she had caught him with her EVP (a modified gogoplata choke) and locked it in with those long legs of hers while she grinned wickedly at Siberia! Masaru leads a TAP TAP TAP chant but with great effort Kowloon reached the ropes! The referee ordered Aurora to release the hold and she did at four much to the displeasure of ZVS. She tagged in Masaru as Kowloon got to his feet and he went after him, but Kowloon was still near his corner and quickly tagged in Siberia. Inoue saw what they plotted, of course they would want to keep him cut off as well but he wrecked that plan with a Snapping Underarm STO on Siberia! He went for a pin but she kicked out, and the pair went move for move after that for a bit - more kicks from both than anything. She tagged in Kowloon after wearing Masaru down sufficiently and he moved to lift him up to start the Uzumaki Kai, but as he went to pull Masaru up to set him on the turnbuckle Masaru shifted out of his grip and brought him to the mat with one of Aurora’s Poison Rana’s, Reversal of Fortune! He went for a pin but Kowloon kicked out at two! Masaru grimaced and glared at Siberia before he stomped Kowloon and dragged him towards the HIW corner. He and Aurora tagged, Masaru did a ropewalk, and Aurora assisted by whipping him off of the top into a Corkscrew Splash! He smashed into Kowloon then rolled out of the way as Aurora made the pin, getting just enough for a three as Siberia dove to break it.
Winners: Hell Is Waiting
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The camera cuts backstage. Trixie is currently getting her bag together in the locker room while dressed warm with a black, padded coat over a white, Vegas T-shirt. She finally sets down her boots when she discovers a misplaced item that immediately makes her nose wriggle.
Trixie: "What the...?"
She says, pulling out a white sock, or at least it used to be white. She holds up a quite dirty grey sock smelling incredibly cheesy. Trixie feels a lump inside it, and discovers there's an actual block of cheese inside the sock.
Looking at it in disbelief – and with a certain expression of revulsion in her face, she notices that's not the only contents inside the sock. Seeing a little piece of paper inside, she opens the sock to take out a note, imprinted upon which is the infamous "Trollface" of Internet fame.
Underneath it, a single word can be read...
problem?
At that point, there's a knock on the Prime Girl's door.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
Trixie spins around as her ponytail flies with the momentum. She opens the door to see Mariano standing in front of her, a Cheshire-cat grin flashing on his face.
Mariano Fernandez: "Hey yo." (He throws his arms around) "How's that cheese, mang?"
Trixie: "Stinky."
She laughs it off and rushes it under his nose so his nostrils take in the scent.
Mariano inhales, and tries to mask the cheese's strong "aroma" laughing it off – though the narrowing of his eyes into a squint and the pout on his lips tells a different story.
Mariano: "Hey mang, this is PRIME QUALITY ITALIAN CHEESE!"
Trixie gives him a mock angry look, but they soon share a chuckle together.
Trixie: So, you're following me to SAP? I know we're in Vengenace Pro, Mr. Former Junior Heavyweight Champion.
She smiles and zips up her bag, narrowing her eyes to indirectly say no touching her stuff. No more cheese socks.
In response, Mariano lifts up his hands as if to say he meant no harm.
Mariano: "Small world, ain't it, chica? Plenty of people we've shared places with. Eli and Genie, Bryan Williams, Andre Holmes, Phe – and now you. To tell you the truth, mang – I wasn't gonna miss it for the world."
Trixie: "Same here. SAP's become sort of an institution it's stayed around so long. Totally had to sign up when my friends Cels and CJ were here. Coincidentally..."
Trixie ends with a higher tone as she splashes on the little bit of hand sanitizer from her purse just in case of any dirty disease from the sock.
Trixie: "CJ and Cels aren't too friendly with Genie and Eli I hear."
Mariano: "4CW people ain't friendly with anyone, mang. Not even fellow 4CW people."
Trixie chuckles, having had a pleasant experience with everyone she crossed aside the former 4CW person who put a cheese sock in her bag.
Trixie: "If you say so. What brings you to my locker room anyway?"
Mariano: "Well mang, I seem to remember you wanted to face me in Vengeance – but you just got there, and I already have something on." (His eyes go bright, and he winks) "So I figure, no problem mang! Why wait? I'll come to SAP instead!"
Taken back a bit, she giggles into a small laugh, and he glances at her bag.
Mariano: "And that, well – I needed SOME way to catch your attention, didn't I?"
Trixie: "… Texting is also possible, Manny."
She quips back and shakes her wrist back and forth with her phone in-hand.
Mariano: "You're no fun, mang. Anyway – let's do a match, and let's make it interesting – how about a wager?"
Trixie crooks an eyebrow to his wager and sets her phone down in her purse as she comes back with a clear wager for her victory.
Trixie: "Ok, sweetie. Since you're a connoisseur of cheese. If I win, someone, you, has to eat a certain style of pizza for the rest of the month. Ha-hawaiian. Plenty of pineapple!"
She giggles just a little bit in a friendly way as her challenge was laid out. Mariano's eyes go wide, his face goes and he shouts out to the ceiling.
Mariano: "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!??"
Trixie: "You know why."
She says gesturing with a look to the smelly sock. He looks away for a bit, and mumbling something to himself, extends his hand.
Mariano: "Okay, mang. But what if I win?"
Trixie: What would you have me do? Even though I'm totally serving you a loss.
Mariano: "No you won't, mang. Alright – I win, drinks are on you. How's that?"
Trixie grabs his extended hand and shakes it like any gentlemen she'd seen, with eye contact to seal the deal.
Trixie: Agreed. Just one question...
Mariano: "What's that, chica?"
She held back a giggle at being called chica but a smile showed she liked it.
Trixie: "Thin crust or deep pan?"
Mariano: "Any works, mang. But it won't have pineapple on it."
Trixie: "We'll see."
At that point, Mariano looks at the camera.
Mariano: "Oh, that's right. Hey yo, Spirit and Pride Wrestling. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY!"
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Special Attraction Match
Eli Carlson vs. Bryan Williams
Eli and Bryan nodded at each other just as the bell rang, then it was competitive fire all the way with neither man wanting to back down off of the intensity even a bit. Carlson smartly targeted Williams’ legs with a series of sharp kicks, knowing if he could wear them down he’d take a big portion of Bryan’s arsenal and chuck it out of the match. Bryan wasn’t about to sit still and take the beating and he took advantage of the slightest opening to deliver an Exploder Suplex, Eli bounced off the mat from the impact and rolled, but Bryan was right there to put him into a classic Surfboard Stretch to weaken the joints of Eli’s arms and legs. Eli managed to escape before Bryan locked it in fully and landed an elbow into Williams’ chest for his troubles. Eli shook himself hard to test his limbs and seemed satisfied, as Bryan kipped up Eli almost took his head off with a Sick Kick, but Bryan surged backwards at the last second and blunted the impact. The pair battled back and forth after that for a bit as the fans really got into the action, Williams got several near falls and Eli almost sent him out with a Dragon Sleeper. Eli being the ‘home’ wrestler gave him the chance to hear his name chanted loudly and positively by the Spirit and Pride fans as they battled back and forth over which section was the loudest. Eli caught Bryan with a Crucifix Armbar late in the match but Williams refused to submit, making the ropes instead which seemed to annoy Carlson just a smidge. He rolled backwards and up to his feet, and as Bryan sat up he teed off with a running knee right to Bryan’s upper back that had him arch with his arms to his sides. He avoided the return off the ropes Dropkick from Eli, and as Eli got up Bryan caught him up to set up for his CTE, flipping Carlson around for a Brainbuster but Eli refused to go down like that, he kicked his legs and slipped right out of Bryan’s hands, landing behind him. Bryan whirled around and this time ate every bit of that Sick Kick as Eli took him right to the mat with his Red Light Special! The fans freaked out as the referee dropped and counted out the three, Eli nodding along with the slap of his hand.
Winner: Eli Carlson
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The Earl Armstrong Arena has been completely sold out and the show has been nothing less than of amazing. In the locker rooms, the X Champion, Andre Holmes, is fully in front of the camera getting prepared for match. Sat down on a bench behind his locker with the X Championship belt dangling off the locker door, he continues strapping and lacing up his black and red graphically designed boots before also strapping on his gloves. After dealing with Marisol Marniceau, it’s safe to say he’s not in the best mood and certainly looking forward to unleash his anger out in the upcoming tag team co-main event.
Andre Holmes: “Can’t wait to get this over.”
He stands up and slouges on his leather hoodie. He takes the championship belt from off the locker door and holds it over his right shoulder and a knock on the door grabs his attention. Before the door even opens, a happy peppy voice sounds out through it, which is surprising considering that the perky little Pixie had just come up from South Africa!
Nora Harris: “ANDRE I BROUGHT SNACKS!”
A pause, and she speaks at a more reasonable volume.
Nora Harris: “I know you’re ready to kick some booty, so I figured I’d get the party supplies ready too!”
Nora’s voice caught him off guard that he jumped back and hit the back of his head against the locker door. The audience jittered in laughter and applauded Nora coming on camera who joined him with the offer of snacks. Andre looked down towards the supplies in her hands, smiled and kept rubbing the back of his head.
Andre Holmes: “Oh hey Nora. Thanks for the snacks and when we’ll win, we’ll have fun later. For now, I’m trying to avoid salt especially what happened last time and maybe alcohol itself.”
Probably not the best way to tell a woman what she did but at least she gets the idea.
Andre Holmes: “On the other hand, I’m glad you got so much energy because we’re in the co-main event tonight. You get to get your hands on Ashley Maldano who has this huge ego and decided to get involved with OUR match last week. We both fought our hearts out and you didn’t deserve to be screwed over and I don’t like having my title defenses get stained.
Jessica Nitoh on the other hand? She’s tough and she’s coming for my SAP X Championship which I can’t wait for. So! We have two very strong opponents but do you think they’ll win? Hell n-”
And just like that, another person enters the room.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “Huge ego? OOhhhh that’s one of the nicer things you’ve said about me lately!”
Without saying much else, The North Atlantic Champion comes strolling into the scene. She’s dressed in her #AoTW[/I] t-shirt as well as her cut up black shorts, her ripped black fishnets with combat boots. As she looked at her two opponents tonight, she shook her head in disgust before looking up with a sly smirk.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “While you two are wasting time stuffing your faces back here, don’t you think it would be smarter to watch the tapes of your opponents tonight? Something you clearly didn’t realize you had to do...given your babble of my supposive ego.”
She laughs, before adjusting the championship draping over her left shoulder. As she rubs the face of her belt, she looks over at Nora before walking up to her.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “I for one surely can’t wait to get my hands on you. Maybe then I can beat some common sense into that peanut sized brain of yours. You know what’s funny? I didn’t even have an issue with you. You were fine on my radar. But one dumbass comment from you set you straight off the safe list.”
She says, shaking her head.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “Everyone on this planet knows how sarcastic I am, but you? You got trapped in your feels over a joke between Aiden and I. But maybe it’s an insecurity issue? Cause that’s what it looks like.”
She smirks, before inching closer.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “I mean, someone makes a joke and you go all crazy over it acting like a defense team for no reason, but hey. That’s alright by me! Maybe I can teach you how to laugh. Just make sure you look up after I pin your ass in the ring and you’ll see me laughing! You can learn something from it…”
Ashley smirks before turning her attention away. She looks up at Andre before stepping closer to him, but not too close.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “And you...You keep trying to walk around here like a worthy champion but we all saw what happened. Just as easily as it was for me to… ALLOW you to continue to call yourself a champion, it would be JUST as easy for me to ensure that you never get that lucky again. Something as simple as a thank you could have prevented any thought of me making sure that I rip that belt away from you….but you chose poorly.”
Ashley shrugs before smirking as she bats her eyes.
ASHLEY MALDANO: “As much as I don’t want to team with Jessica tonight, for her sake I hope we win. At least SHE can walk around here and serve her division well. You on the other hand? You’re a classless, tasteless p--”
Before she could finish her last vulgar statement that probably isn’t television appropriate, she is cut off by someone else entering the scene.
Jessica Sears: “Sorry to interrupt, but I think the show’s rated T for Teen, not M for Mature. Some language isn’t okay for television.”
Dressed in her ring attire, “The Paladin” Jessica Sears steps into the fray and she acknowledges everyone present. She places a hand on her hip and tilts her head.
Jessica Sears: “So, this tag team match… I’m pretty familiar with the ability to work with others. As much as Ashley, here, tried to proclaim she can win on her own, this isn’t a handicap match. I don’t have a quarrel with any of you, really. Victor believes this match has been created out of pure ratings and speculation. But I have a personal stake in this.”
Her soft blue eyes focus on Andre and the X Championship belt over his right shoulder.
Jessica Sears: “It’s been two months since I rightfully earned my shot for your title. As much as Marisol Marniceau and Avery Quinn tried to intentionally prevent our match from happening, an assertive, logical conversation with Junior has made things official. On the next show, you and I finally get to throw down the gauntlet, and I intend to win. This match? It’s the perfect demonstration to show you and the entire roster what I’m capable of.”
She looks over at Nora and Ashley, a look of confidence on display.
Jessica Sears: “I hope you bring your A-game. We can easily make this Match of the Night. We just have to be able to cooperate.”
The last sentence is, of course, addressed to Ashley. Jessica smiles and brushes at her T.A.R.D.I.S. skirt, then she pulls down on her fingerless gloves.
Jessica Sears: “Game on.”
Andre’s face remained blank after both Ashley and Jessica spoke their peace. He rubs the side of his face and nods his head. It’s surprising that an ill-tempered maniac can keep his head on after being disrespected and challenged by two amazing athletes. He keeps the X Championship belt in his grasp tighter than ever before speaking his words. His attention turns to Ashley first.
Andre Holmes: “That was cute what you said. And it’s even more cute you have the nerve to call me dumb but remind you that you’re standing in a locker with a person who doesn’t care about you and also two people wouldn’t waste their time bashing your skull in. So if I were you, do yourself a favor and shut up. You’ll probably be more liked that way.”
He turns to Jessica.
Andre Holmes: “And don’t worry. I agree with you one hundred percent about our match, but I’m certain that I’ll still be walking out the SAP X Championship. Now if you ladies will excuse me, the champion who is actually breaking records is about to head out.”
Before he leaves the room, he stands beside Ashley and looks her in the eyes.
Andre Holmes: “By the way, classless and tasteless?”
He slowly looks down to her...you know what then stares back in her face again.
Andre Holmes: “Speaking from experience are we?”
Andre bursts into laughter and just leaves the locker room without even looking back. Nora shakes her head after watching the entire proceeding events and she looks Ashley up and down with her hands on her curvy hips.
Nora Harris: “You know better. Half the sh.. Stuff you just spewed at me? You cry about people doing to you. Don’t presume. I don’t bring in things on you, that you just did. But you know what? That’s fine. Jessica knows for real what it’s like to face me, and you’re about to find out. I’m a Harris and I just got a submission on Lani San Diego. Maybe? You’ll be next on that.”
She stares right at Ashley and narrows her eyes before pushing past her, though she gives a respectful nod to Jessica.
Nora Harris: “Good luck Jessica working with glory hog full tilt DIVA there.”
She bounces out of the room on a huff, which is odd considering she’s also skipping. As she exits, Ashley stands there a smirk on her face, looking over at Jessica.
ASHLEY MALDANO: See how easy it is to get into the minds of those who don’t fully understand? See how easy it is to manipulate a situation?
She smiles, stepping closer to Jessica.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Be thankful tonight, you have it easy. While those two mop heads are distracted by wanting nothing more than to see me crash and burn, you’re left with opportunity.
She says, before turning herself away as she walks out the room.
ASHLEY MALDANO: Don’t mess it up.
She states before leaving Jessica alone in the room. She raises an eyebrow and regards the camera for a moment.
Jessica Sears: “I think she meant to go with the Wallace Wisdom. Don’t f**k up. Oh! Sorry, rated T. Censor that. Anyways, I need to find Victor and talk about strategy.”
With a sheepish grin, she dismisses herself from the locker room with a skip in her step.
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The Fam vs. Raven Monetta & Jacob Evans
The match started out with Terry toying with Jacob Evans. Triple T quickly used his superior athleticism to bend Evans to his will. At one point he even let him tag in Monetta. Raven wasn’t much of a challenge either and after taking a few minutes of punishment tagged Evans back in. Vince now stated it was his time to enter the match. Evans begged Terry not to tag in Vince but he didn’t listen or care. Steel came in and utterly destroyed Evans. Raven ran into the ring to try and help her partner but just received a big boot to the face for her troubles. Steel then whipped her over the top rope. Steel then grabbed Evans and landed the “Hand of Steel” (iron claw slam). Steel made the cover and got the pin.
Winners: The Fam
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Once again, Yasmeen Sherazi stands backstage on standby.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Ladies and Gents, my guest at this time. Accompanied by XENA, the “Apex Goddess,” Fujiko Mine.
Xena steps in, staring nastily at the camera. Fujiko follows suit, also looking unamused.
Yasmeen Sherazi: Fujiko, after Nick Redfield cost you your opportunity to win the Great American Championship at-
Yasmeen is cut off by XENA emitting a low growl. Fujiko cocks an eyebrow, not a trace of a smile.
Xena: Fujiko is going to beat Nick Redfield senseless for his immature actions. He will find that tonight will give birth to his one true regret, that being crossing the Apex goddess. Because of him, Rachel Redding gets to slip by and take the spot that Fujiko was going to win from her. But don’t you worry. Fujiko will find her path to the top, and she will take what belongs to her.
XENA narrows her eyes, leaning into the camera.
Xena: Farewell, Redfield. Sleep tight.
Fujiko looks up at the towering XENA, who sneers before exiting. Fujiko gives the camera a knowing look before following in the same direction as XENA, without saying a single word.
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Fujiko Mine vs. Nick Redfield
Before the bell rang, a huge “Fu-Ji-Ko” chant rang out. Fujiko paced impatiently, wanting to get her hands on Nick. As soon as the bell rang, Fujiko rushed across the ring and slammed her forearm into Nick Redfield’s face. It caught him off guard and backed him into a corner, where Fujiko continued the onslaught until the referee began to count. She backed away, and when Redfield came out of the corner, she attacked him again, becoming relentless in her onslaught of Nick. He took advantage the second time, kicking her in the knee to slow her pace. He then took control of the match, focusing all of his offense on her weakened knee. He managed to cap off a great sequence by landing a running shooting star press onto her knee, but only managed to get two. Fujiko tried to get back to her feet, but Nick continued the attack. However, he made one wrong move too many, slapping Fujiko in the face. She smiled eerily, but when Nick went for another she ducked it and hit him with a pele kick! She grimaced, but got back to her feet and pulled Nick up before hitting a devastating roundhouse kick that echoed through the arena! Nick fell like a ton of bricks, but managed to kick out right before the three!
Fujiko tried to work some pain out of her knee, and then waited for Nick to rise. As he did, she leapt up and hit him with the Lucky Shot (Backflip Flash kick)! The crowd exploded as she landed on her uninjured knee and went for the cover. Right before she could, however; Rachel Redding hit the ring and broke up the pin! The crowd booed heavily as Rachel alternated shots between Fujiko and Nick, with the ref having no choice but to throw out the whole match! She pulled Fujiko up and hit the Category 5 (Ripcord Jumping Knee), and Fujiko dropped to the mat, barely conscious. She then turned her attention to Nick and hit him with a Category 5 as well! The crowd booed heavily as Rachel stood over both opponents with a wicked smile.
Winner: No Contest
After the match a very unhappy Avery Quinn made his way out onto the stage with a microphone. He told Redding that her actions tonight were uncalled for and that now she was going to face punishment for them. Avery said he hopes she isn’t top attached to that guaranteed North American title shot because it’s not guaranteed anymore. At the next show Rachel will now face Fujiko and Nick for her title shot. Rachel looks cross but Quinn doesn’t care as he walks to the back.
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The Canadian fans wouldn't know, but “Cheatham Country” bumps from the speakers and they bob their heads to the beat. The song plays nearly half a minute, just as Upchurch starts with the first verse, and a very large, young man steps through the curtain. Mossy Oak, from the Aussie-styled fedora on his head, his hooded sweatshirt, the bottoms of his overalls to the Arctic Hunter IIs on his feet.
Jackson Hall comments, “I believe this is Matthew Gamble, from Tennessee.”
Gamble is carrying a Tim Horton’s cup that he switches from hand to hand, bumping fists and slapping hands with fans along the aisle. At ringside, he reaches up with his right hand, grabbing the middle rope. He pulls himself up onto the apron, careful like, as not to spill the cup in his left. He ducks between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. Gesturing for the microphone, he excuses the announcer.
“How’s ‘bout this,” Gamble begins, only to mouth, “ain't Tim Horton’s.” He chugs it, tosses the cup, covers his mouth, feigns a fear-of-being-punished look and continues, “I done went an’ drove fifteen hours to bring’a hawt gal a camo bikini.”
“He straight hit on Celeste on Twitter,” Chris Wintermute clued in, “even after Cross warned him to stop.”
“Gamble live-tweeted his thousand mile trip here,” Hall added.
“Including the purchase of that bikini,” Judd Kover laughs.
“Also,” Gamble continued, “wanna ask Mr. Quinn to give yer Boy a chance.” He stood in the center of the ring, hunger in his eyes, “I kno, I may not say or do the right thing all the right times, but I can gets the job done.”
“That he can,” Hall comments, “he trained at the Lonestar Academy.”
“I don't kno all that much ‘bout spirit,” Gamble claims, “but I kno’s lots ‘bout pride. I'll pay my dues an’ earn my worth.”
With that said, Gamble drops the microphone. He ducks between the top and middle rope exiting the ring and heads back up the aisle.
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Ashley Maldano & Jessica Nitoh vs. Andre Holmes & Nora Harris
The bell rang and the two champions decided to start out the match. They locked up and Holmes quickly took the advantage. He put Maldano in a arm wringer and brought her down to a knee. Ashley worked her way back up and cartwheeled to a better position. She worked Andre up against the ropes and the ref called for a break. Maldano didn’t brake cleanly and raked the eyes of Holmes before whipping him into the ropes. Andre rebounded and was hit with a roundhouse kick from Ashley. Maldano tagged in Nitoh who didn’t seem to happy with her cheating. Ash told her to get over it and get into the match. Nitoh pulled up Andre and landed two elbows before looking for a discuss one but Andre hooked it, he then spun and got Jessica up on his shoulders and connected with “Holmes on the Range” (death valley driver onto knee). Holmes made the tag into Nora who came in full of fury. She pulled up Jessica and whipped her into the ropes. Nitoh came in crashing and then ate a flying forearm from Nora. Nora backed up and went for another elbow but when she ran in Jess jumped up onto the second rope and dove connecting with a springboard tornado ddt. Nora looked dazed and Ash called for a tag. Nitoh made it and Maldano came in and started to lay the boots to Harris. Andre tried to rally the fans behind Nora getting them to clap along for her. Maldano ran over to their corner and nailed Andre with a forearm that dropped him to the floor. Ashley called for Jess to get him. Nitoh entered the ring and got a big running start connecting with ““T.A.R.D.I.S., Take Flight!” (Double Springboard Plancha) to the outside. Maldano grabbed Nora thinking she had this all won when Nora connected with a headbutt to the gut of Ashley doubling her over. Nora then grabbed her and connected with the “Code of Silence” (fall away DDT style move with spinning impact). Nora made the cover and got the three count to the excitement of the fans.
Winners: Andre Holmes & Nora Harris
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International Tag Team Title Match
The Reeds vs. CJ Cross & Celeste
The crowd was hot for this one and right before the bell rang The Reeds charged across the ring and attacked CJ and Celeste from behind. The husband and wife duo quickly took the advantage with their trickery. Lilah tossed Celeste out through the middle rope and then got with Charlie and the two connected with a suplex. Lilah then went out to her corner and Charlie started the match against CJ. Charlie placed CJ in a boston crab and really put some pressure on it. Cross fought hard and pulled himself to the bottom rope. Charlie put some knees to the lower back of CJ before tagging in Lilah. Lilah came in and pulled CJ up to his feet. She then drove a hard elbow into his back that dropped him to his knees. Lilah then hit the ropes and drove CJ’s head into the mat with a bulldog. Lilah went for a cover but Celeste slid in from the outside and broke the pin to the cheers of the crowd. CJ made his way to his corner and tagged in Celeste who came in and quickly started trading blows with Lilah. Celeste then scooped her up over her shoulder and dropped down slamming Lilah face first into the mat. Celeste went for the cover but now Charlie broke it up. Charlie dragged Lilah back to his corner and tagged himself in. Charlie came rushing into the ring looking to get Celeste but she caught him with a wicked roundhouse kick that sent him to a seated position looking dazed. Celeste went to go tag in CJ but Lilah entered the ring to distract the referee. Celeste didn’t see this and was still on her way to tag in CJ when Eli and Genie came out from the crowd and pulled CJ off of the apron and started to beat the hell out of him. Celeste slid out of the ring but Genie quickly bounced her face off of the apron and then slid her back into the ring. Charlie quickly pulled Celeste up and connected with “Snapping the Reed” (full nelson facebuster). Lilah let go of the ref who turned around as Charlie was hooking the leg of Celeste for a pin and made the three count. Lilah grabbed the titles and Charlie exited the ring where they celebrated their win. Eli and Genie slid CJ into the ring and continued to beat down him and Celeste. The crowd was letting out nothing but boos as Eli and Genie showed that this wasn’t over between the two. The show ended with Eli and Genie sharing a kiss overtop the laid out bodies of CJ and Celeste.
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