[The cameras start rolling within the Qudos Bank arena in Sydney for the biggest and final IYHWF show of the season. The camera pans across various fanmade signs before resting on the announce table.]
BM: We made it guys, it’s been a long journey but it’s finally Night One of Dawn of the Immortals and what a show we have for you tonight.
TR: Kicking things off is the bittersweet match against Ash Fi and Jessica Anderson. It’s of course bittersweet cause my love, Jessica Anderson, has decided not to renew her contract here at the company. I LOVE YOU JESS, CALL ME!
BM: Jessica will absolutely be missed here, but we all wish her the best in her future. Last week, Sean Hazard decided he was going to take his losing streak out on Serena Maxwell and got his face slammed against some of the equipment backstage. Cryptic decided to throw those two in a match tonight before things erupted further. Fans are hoping Sean walks away with the win, but with how he’s been lately, it’s really anyones game.
TR: Then in the first championship match of the night, “The Blue Dragon” has a chance against Rapid Fire Champion, Katie Hanley. People have been calling Stella “the weak link” of The Bad Omens since she failed to become the IYH champion in her match with Shawn, not to mention the disgusting allegations about how she is protected due to her relationship with Mr Cryptic. She has all the ammo in the world to prove people wrong here tonight.
BM: Following that, Mr Cryptic decided to reward some of the tag teams by making a triple threat tag team match and the prize is a guaranteed shot at the Tag Team Championships in season three. But who will walk away with the prize, Jetpack, Southern Hostility or Layton & Fenric? It really is anyones match.
TR: And in the Main Event, the Proving Grounds Championship is on the line in a thirty minute iron man match. What better competitors to compete in this match than “The Ikiryo” Seth Iser and “The Devil” Michael Diablo?!
BM: It’s one hell of an ending for night one and as we remember from last years Dawn of the Immortals, anything can happen tonight. Lets get on with the show.
[The operatic sounds of "The Flower Duet" echo through the corridors, but no one dare go near the open lockerroom door it's coming from. Well- except us, of course! As we get closer, we peak around the corner to see inside, where a face stares back at us. Its...Diamond Jack Sabbath!
Well, a giant portrait of him, anyway.
Sat cross-legged facing the painting, Serena Maxwell is unaware of our presence, it seems. As she inhales slowly, she continues to murmur whatever it was she was saying before we appeared.]
SM: ...And they'll never understand. Not like you. Not like you do. You saaaaiiidd sooooo...
[She reaches forward, putting her hand on the painting with a big bang.]
SM: But after tonight, it begins. The Biggest Day. The day the Great Foretold told me would come. We need to be safe, Jack. We need to be safe from what's going to happen. That's why I need you to bond with me at World's Collide, I need your SPECTRAL ENERGY and you need me. To TRANSCEND. As the world ends, we will become beings of mere conscience with myself as your BRIDE and you as my HUSBAND. They'll all see it. The prophecy will come true. The stars will go out in Winter, and all the world had to do to stop it...
[Serena stands up and turns, holding her arms out. As we see her more closely, it is clear she is in a black and white version of her ring gear...but head to toe in black body-paint, pure red contacts in her eyes. Her teeth are covered by Jack's mouthguard, her hair is half-braided and half-messy and she is wearing the tiara of a bride on her head. She looks positively demonic.]
SM: ...was Tell Me I'm Special. Beginning tonight...I Am Immortal.
[Serena briefly notices us, but clearly this camera man has seen enough as he darts off, leaving us with the sound of Serena's horrific, screeching laughter in the distance as we go to our next segment.]Singles MatchJessica Anderson vs Ash Fi
DING DING DING
[The match begins with Ash offering a hand to Jessica, which the Englishwoman is momentarily suspicious of, but eventually the two shake hands and step back. Both move in for a lock up, with the bigger Welsh woman driving her opponent back into the corner. The lockup gets broken almost immediately, but once they’re separate, Ash hits a knife edge chop across Jessica’s chest that echoes through the room, drawing “oooooo”s from the audience. Jessica stumbles from corner to corner, but Ash just follows her, delivering a chop in all four corners. She goes to the well once too often, though, and as she winds up a fifth chop, Jessica ducks underneath, spinning behind Ash and dropkicking her into the corner.]
[Jessica wastes no time, grabbing a side headlock on her Welsh opponent, springing off the middle rope and dropping her with a bulldog. Ash starts to get up, but Jessica hits a dropkick to the ribs that knock Ash to her back. The Worcester native gets back to her feet, then drops into a senton, all of her weight across Ash’s stomach. She hooks a leg for a quick pinfall...]
BM: Jessica almost had the win, but Ash kicked out just in the nick of time
TR: BOO ASH, BOOO!
BM: Stop it.
[Ash kicks out, but Jessica doesn’t bother arguing the count. She just goes back to work, stomping on Ash’s midsection to keep her down. She glances over her shoulder a couple times, then moves to the nearest corner, springboarding off both middle and top rope into a moonsault...but Ash rolls out of the way! Jessica eats nothing both canvas, and the Welsh woman has a few valuable moments to catch her breath, and pulls herself to her feet. As Jessica gasps for air and pushes herself up, Ash rushes in and hits a strong knee lift, straightening Jessica right up--and setting her up perfectly for a reverse headlock backbreaker! Ash hooks the far leg...]
TR: PHEW! I Knew Jessica would kick out in time.
BM: Barely. What an upset it would have been.
[Jessica rolls her shoulder up, just in time. Ash gets up to her feet, keeping one eye on Jessica, before moving to the ropes...she hits a springboard of her own, twisting into a Crann Tabhaill (corkscrew roundhouse kick)...but Jessica’s able to duck out of the way, rebounding off the ropes and knocking Ash on her back with the Ass Kisser (Hip Attack). Jessica pulls Ash back up to a seated position, and hits the Ass Kisser a second time! She hooks the far leg with her arms, the near leg with her legs...]
BM: SO CLOSE!
TR: OH COME ON REF, THAT WAS THREE!
BM: I know you want Jessica to win, but the ref made the right call.
[Ash throws her shoulder up at the last possible second, and Jessica actually looks frustrated at this point. She exhales a long breath, then gets up to her feet, pulling Ash up with her. Ash fights back, punches and forearms to the midsection driving Jessica away, before a strong forearm to the jaw rocks the Englishwoman. Ash takes a deep breath, rushing in for the Gae Bulg (Nomisugi Knee), but Jessica pirouettes out of the way, catching Ash by the head and dropping her with Bonne Nuit (Headlock Driver)! She doesn’t seem to think it’s going to be enough--or maybe just wants to steal one more show in front of the IYH faithful; either way, she drags Ash into place, climbs to the top rope, and hits the Show Stealer (Corkscrew 620 Senton)! She stays laid across Ash, not even physically able to hook the leg by this point.]
TH: Here is your winner….JESSICA ANDERSON!!
TR: YAAAS JESS!
BM: An amazing match by an amazing competitor, you will be missed Jessica.
[As Jessica gets back to her feet she has her arm raised in victory by the referee. The crowds start a “THANK YOU JESS” chant which leaves Jessica looking a little emotional. Jessica Anderson calmly requests a microphone. She stands as she receives a standing ovation from the audience, who are thanking her for all her efforts in the company.]
Jessica Anderson: Lord, is Ash Fi a tough competitor or what? She pushed me to my limit tonight. She's got a bright future ahead of her.
[Jessica begins to massage herself, feeling the effects of the hard fought victory.]
Jessica Anderson: As I'm sure most of you already know by now, tonight is my final night as a member of the IYHWF roster. It's been a truly incredible feeling, a humbling experience. I've wrestled some incredible matches here. I've had my ups, I've had my fair share of downs. I feel like I've truly paid my dues here in this beautiful country, and the fantastic 2017 I had started right here. I've put my heart and my soul into this company, so it fills me with immense pride to know that the Rapid Fire division will be in tremendous shape when I leave. That's my baby; my lasting legacy in this company.
[Jessica almost starts to cry, touched by the crowd's support.]
Jessica Anderson: Season Two has been absolutely fantastic, and I am thrilled to have played an integral part of it. I hope, and predict that Season Three will bring with it even more excitement, action and in the way that only this company can: ruckus. It breaks my heart knowing that I won't get to experience it first hand, but to have been given such a beautiful send off tonight is more than I could have ever asked for. So thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Without you, there would be no Jessica Anderson!
[Jessica bends over to carefully place the microphone on the canvas, before waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. With a few tears flowing from her eyes, she makes her way to the back to a huge fanfare.]
BM: Are you ok Tats?
TR: I’m not crying, you’re crying. Lets cut to backstage...something is going on there I’m sure.
[In a quiet corner backstage, we join half of a team who've got themselves in a bit of trouble over the last week or so, based purely on conjecture. Adam Fenric plants his forehead on the ground (with his cloak acting as a little carpet), pushing his back up, placing his hands behind his back and locking his knees, sort of looking like an ostrich with it's head in the sand, rolling between his forehead and the very top of his head. After a few seconds of this, he stops and safely drops his knees to the ground before squatting to a standing position.
On top of a big black box, he has a stopwatch, a small notebook and a pen. With a 'beep!' he stops the stopwatch, observing it for a few seconds before turning his nose up at it and writing in his notebook. He can do better- he knows he can. But he hasn't enough time to think about this- as he turns to continue his exercise warmup, he stops right in his tracks. Stood at the other side of the corridor is a ghost from his past.]
??: 'It's Pikey and the Brain! It's Pikey and the Brain! One is a gypsy, the other's insane!" Well, you could make an argument for her too, I guess, but I don't wanna say that when she's not here to defend herself. That'd be unfair of me and I'm all about fairness, as we all know.
AF: What on Earth are you doing here?
[Stepping into our view is none other than Richard J Maxwell- former General Manager of XWA Massacre, creator of Whisper's War, Mastermind for hire and all-round sleazy lunatic. Though you wouldn't think it- he's still as sharply-dressed as ever.]
RJM: You're not very welcoming, Adam. What did I ever do to you?
AF: You turned my entire family against me and attempted to deliberately sabotage the careers of both myself and Emery because we wouldn't join your group.
RJM: See that's just you focusing on the bad stuff. Actually, where is your silly little friend these days?
AF: Resting. She is recovering from a concussion.
RJM: *Tut* Always 'recovering from', never 'suffering horribly', I am frequently disappointed. You've not kicked Morales to the curb yet either, I'd think. I didn't match you two up just for her to go off gallivanting with other people.
AF: You are avoiding answering my question.
RJM: Relax, Adam! I'm just popping in, having a look around...but mainly, I'm here to see my sister, have a little chat about this whole 'wedding' business.
AF: Ah. Well...someone needs to, I suppose- it's getting rather ridiculous.
RJM: Ridiculous? No way, I think it's wonderful. She's the happiest I've ever seen her! Why Serena wants me to give her away. It's gonna be the Biggest Day!
AF: She's sick, Maxwell. How could you honestly believe that a person could marry someone's 'spiritual energy'?
RJM: Oh I never said I believed it, I just said she's happy.
AF: I cannot believe you. She clearly needs psychological help and you are encouraging her to follow her...her fanatical delusions.
[Richard J Maxwell shrugs.]
RJM: Who am I to tell my family what they should and shouldn't do? I mean look how that worked out for you- you tried to lead yours like a cult and they came to me. Although to be fair, they were a bit useless. War Enforcement did me a huge favor the day they got rid of them for me. Made a massive stain on the carpet though--
[Adam takes a big, forceful step forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell. The Consulting Aggressor puts his finger out, waving the Futurist off]
RJM: Ah-ah-ah! I really wouldn't, Adam! Think about it- first you accuse Aussie boss of conspiracy, next you're found beating the hell out of your ex-boss at the BIGGEST show on IYH's calendar...doesn't bode well, does it? I thought you were a logical person.
[And that's enough. Adam backs up, using every fiber of his being to not hit Maxwell. The former Massacre General Manager smirks.]
RJM: There. Much nicer. Well it's been lovely to chat but I better be off.
[Maxwell turns and begins to leave. But in true Columbo fashion, he raises his finger up in the air as he turns.]
RJM: One more thing, actually, thought you might know this- has Emery managed to find her lost friend yet?
AF: What lost friend?
RJM: ...Oh. Suppose not then. Nevermind.
[And off he goes, leaving Adam alone- confused and alarmed- with the one thing he didn'tknow about Emery Layton.]
[The scene opens up backstage to “The Blue Dragon” Stella Winters finishing up getting ready for her match later tonight against Rapid Fire champion, Katie Hanley. There is a knock on the door which causes Stella to look up while mumbling “come in” as she continues to lace up her boots. “The Ikiryo” Seth Iser enters with his championship on his shoulder, which Stella looks at momentarily adoring it, before giving Seth a soft smile. Iser returns it with a nod.]
SW: Hey champ, Banshee send you to read me my last rites in case I fuck up again tonight?
SI: On the contrary...I came here of my own accord.
[Iser soon ends up taking a seat next to Stella before placing his title on the bench behind them as he straightens his tie. He’s not changed into his ring attire yet.]
SI: And trust me...you won’t fuck up tonight. Hell...there will be more gold for the whole group after you win.
[Iser sees after he says that...that nothing is really sinking in yet. His face contorts to a frown thinking things over.]
SI: Look. I don’t know where you have it in your head that you’re going to fuck up or that you’re going to be replaced but you won’t be replaced and you sure as hell won’t fuck up. I hear and see everything and I saw that conversation you had a few weeks ago with Marcus. But there isn’t a motherfucker in this building who can do what you can do. Not a single one of them. And if they’re pissy about the whole who you are dating thing...let them be pissy. To hell with them. They don’t understand how the industry works. Never have never will. They’re idiotic fanatics.
[The audience is of course booing this statement but the Omens duo can’t hear this and even if they did I doubt Iser would care since he has a different objective here. Stella sighs, letting his words sink in despite having her reservations.]
SW: I get what you’re saying, but Banshee...she’s a whole other level of insanity. I love her like a sister, but we all know she has a very violent streak also and if her grand plan isn’t carried out to the fullest by the end of both nights of Dawn of the Immortals...who can really say what she’s going to do. I’m just sick and fucking tired of being seen as the weak link of the group. To those idiots backstage and ringside, it doesn’t matter how well I compete in the ring. It doesn’t matter that I defeated that bitch Angelica Layne through any means necessary, they don’t even care that I made The Devil, Michael Diablo bleed. All they see is the girl who will do anything to win and how I now apparently hide behind Chris, it’s fucking bullshit. Sure, he didn’t punish us when he maybe should have, but I have no say in who gets booked and who doesn’t, maybe if Layton & Fenric weren’t so shit at what they do they would get booked more.
[The crowds boos get louder and louder throughout Stellas rant.]
SI: You know what I say about those people?
[Iser’s voice has more authority to it now when he asks that question.]
SI: To hell with them too. Maybe even play in satanic traffic with a Devil that’s going to populate it later after I’m done with him. It’s obvious that they don’t know how this industry actually works at the end of the day. All that has ever mattered...is who has won and who has lost. And I guarantee you that after tonight...there won’t be a motherfucker who will see you as the weak link. After you take that championship away from one of the better strikers in the game...they’ll just wonder what the hell they’ll have to do in order to beat you. You, me, Banshee, and everyone else knows deep down you AREN’T any weak link. We’re all equally formidable forces of a dominant chain that can’t be broken. And seriously if anyone thinks that...as I said...TO HELL WITH THEM!
[The shout puts a vein on Iser’s forehead but after that shout he takes a second to recompose himself.]
SI: But tonight...that fantasy that they think about you...it ends and they’ll just have to deal with the reality of the situation. And the reality is The Blue Dragon isn’t someone to be fucked with. The reality is The Omens takeover...is right at the doorstep and after both nights...it’ll come to pass. The reality is...Katie Hanley, as talented of a striker as she is...will have no answer for the fire of The Blue Dragon. The reality...will be that Diablo’s going to endure an exorcism in the most brutal 30 minutes of his career that he’ll wish he was injured and missed this damn event two years in a row!
[Iser’s face then softens slightly after he takes one more deep breath.]
SI: And the reality is...if these people and the rest of the locker room can’t accept that...they can kiss all our asses.
[The fans, already pissed off by Stella’s rant don’t have their mood improved when Iser dumps gasoline on to that fire and they boo even more.]
SI: Now we’re going to go out there tonight...and when we’re done...we’ll have so much damn gold that it’ll make this country want to re-adopt the gold standard for their economy. The plan will follow through. And it’ll be because you get it all going on the right foot that it’ll happen.
[Stella practically grins from ear to ear from the encouraging words of her friend and team mate.]
SW: Thanks Seth. Let’s both go out there tonight and show them dirty cunts in the audience who have nothing better to do with their lives that it’s US they should have been cheering all along!
[Iser stands up from his seat and puts the Proving Grounds title back over his shoulder and in a rarity for him there is a smile on his face but it feels more natural than the sickening smirk that he had when he confronted Diablo.]
[The duo end up walking out of the room with Iser not too far behind Stella watching her back similarly to how Marcus would in this situation and when he sees the camera man he just gives him an intimidating glare gesturing for him to get lost and to not follow them.]Singles MatchSerena Maxwell vs Sean Hazard
DING DING DING!
[The referee calls for the bell and Sean is immediately on the attack, there's no way he wants to come out of this match with another loss, that's clear. Sean moves quickly and lashes out with a boot, Serena is startled but she catches the foot on instinct, however this was not great for her as Hazard follows up that catch with a perfect Enzuigiri that hits home on Serena's head with a huge CRACK that can be heard in the nosebleed seats. Selena's eyes go wide as she topples hard to the mat and the fans cheer the popular Hazard. Sean moves as she does so and lays another kick on her, this one a stiff move getting a gasp out of the fans in the front row and another round of cheers as Serena not only is dangerous and crazy, she flat creeps these people out.
Serena on the mat screams with ferocious outrage but manages to evade the basic Knee Drop that Hazard tries next, she rolls out of the way leaving Sean's knee to hit the mat. Hazard winces as Serena comes up behind him and manages to get a nice hammerlock on him. She lifts Hazard up and tries to control him but in her rush to try and hurt him she fails to notice how close they are to the ropes and Sean puts his boots on the ropes and uses them to push himself up and over behind Serena to break the hold and puts himself into position to deliver a One Handed Bulldog that sends Serena crashing to the mat!]
BM: Sean Hazard is ON FIRE tonight, he hasn’t let up for an instant!
TR: But he hasn’t managed a pin either! Neither one of them seem super concerned with that at the moment and it could cost them later on down the line.
[This seems to light a fire under Serena and she hits Sean in the side hard with two Knife Edged Chops before managing to get to her feet, but Sean is quick to hit her with a Backhand Chop! She tries Repeated Forearm Smashes before trying to lock him in a Standing Armbar, Sean twists and fights out of the hold and quickly grabs Serena up for a Back Elbow before he sends her across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. On the rebound he catches her with a classic Lariat and sends Serena crumpling in a heap to the mat.
Once there though when Hazard moves to get her up again he is met with a flurry of Repeated Forearm Smashes again and this is followed with a few hard knees to the ribs and belly that send him staggering back. Serena gets back up to her feet and takes several deep breaths, and Sean takes a moment to calculate his next attack, showing not one ounce of frustration as he advances despite everything that is on the line for him tonight. Serena measures him and brings up her fists, leaps at him and hits Sean with a Lou Thesz Press and bears him over to the mat, peppering his face with closed fist shots that the referee warns her about and she screams in his face to shut up shut up shut up! She's a bride! While this goes on Sean slides free of her and hits a surprise Double Mule Kick! The fans are cheering again and he fades back to the ropes and as Serena sits up here is Hazard with the Lightning Strike, his Running Yakuza Kick about taking her head clean off! OH!
He goes for the cover, the first pin attempt of the match but at the last second Serena kicks out! Sean sighs, he thought he had her but no. He rolls to his feet as Serena manages to stagger to hers and she's back after Hazard and trying for a Spin Kick but Sean is still fast enough to deflect Serena's attacks! She goes up for a Crossbody and he catches her and counters into a Tilt-a-Whirl but his knee seems to give a little and he just simply drops Serena and she smacks into the mat hard even as Hazard moves towards the ropes.]
BM: That doesn’t bode well.
TR: What? That Sean Hazard is abusive this lovely Bride tonight here at Dawn of the Immortals? You’re right, it’s a jerk move!
BM: You know, there are times when you just come up short Tats and this isn’t the first time tonight I bet.
TR: ...that better not be what I think it is.
[Sean is back in the driver's seat however as Serena misses a shot for a Bridging Dragon Suplex, Hazard fights free and he hits another Backflip Kick! Air rushes out of Serena as Sean is on her again and strikes her in the ribs with a sort of Shoot Kick, brings her up off the mat and boosts her towards the ropes. Serena twists and gets to her feet just as she rebounds off of the ropes into Hazard, who tries to catch her around the waist for a slam but Serena straight hits him with a Throat Thrust and brings both knees up to jam into Sean's belly as she wraps her arms around his neck. BANG! A huge Chest Blower!
It looks like it's over for Sean as she floats over to cover but he throws the shoulder up at two! Serena screams she's so mad about it, and starts to get up only for Sean to roll to the side and get up a hair faster to drop her with a Wheelbarrow Arm Drag! Sensing his shot he goes up top for The Ultimatum, the 630 Senton simply gorgeous but OH GOD NO! Serena gets her knees up! OH! Sean is rolling around holding his midsection and Serena isn't much better with her knees jacked up after the impact but she manages to flop over onto Sean and hold him down as the referee sides in to count!]
DING DING DING!
TH: And here is your winner via pinfall… SERENA MAXWELL!
BM: Oh man, I thought he had it.
TR: NOPE! The downward spiral of Sean Hazard continues!
[Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon plays thought right that moment Serena isn’t quite ready to get up. The referee raises her hand anyway and then goes to check on the disconsolate Sean.]
[We head backstage, where Stevie Trelain is with Katie Hanley, who has a t-shirt with the WCS Wrestling World Cup logo on it, with the New Zealand flag superimposed over the logo. As usual, the Rapid Fire Champion has a big smile on her face, thumbs hooked under the front plate of her title as Stevie gets set.]
ST: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time defends her title against “The Blue Dragon,” Stella Winters, in just a few minutes--please welcome, the Rapid Fire Champion, Katie Hanley.
[Katie flashes a peace sign to the camera for just a second, then glances back to Stevie.]
ST: And Katie, first, since it was announced recently, and I see you’ve already got a t-shirt for it, congratulations on qualifying for the World Cup!
KH: Yea, thanks! It was one of those things, like, the opportunity came up, and I couldn’t NOT try to make it. There’s not enough eyes on Kiwi wrestlers, so...y’know, hopefully I can help turn some eyes toward our little family back home, and who knows? Maybe even get a little scrap with Owen, somewhere along the line in the tournament, little bit of Pacific bragging rights before the All Blacks take the Rugby Championship again.
[Katie winks at the camera, unable to suppress a bit of a giggle.]
ST: Well, either way, best of luck--looking at something closer to home, though, obviously, last week we saw you team with Team Fury against Stella Winters, Dante Locke, and Markus Blackbeard, and...well. I think calling it a hard-hitting match is putting it lightly.
KH: Yea, no, that match was...brutal barely does it justice. Let’s not get it twisted, whatever you may think
of the Bad Omens, they’re a bloody good team. They don’t always play fair, but they’re determined to succeed, and that...
[Katie whistles, biting at the tip of her tongue for a second.]
KH: That makes every single one of them dangerous.
ST: You took...a lot of punishment in that match, how are you feeling now, heading into this title defense?
[Katie shrugs her shoulders a little bit, raising a hand to rub at the back of her neck.]
KH: I’d be lying if I said there’s not still soreness, y’know? I mean, fucking hell, a guy three times my size spent a good bitta time beating the stuffing outta me, I don’t think I’m spilling classified information or anything by saying I’m still aching from it some.
KH: But is it gonna affect me, tonight? Nah.
KH: Can’t let it. Listen, whatever else people want to say about Stella Winters, you can’t argue one simple fact: she’s good at what she does. I’m not going to stand here and tell you otherwise, I’m not going to pretend like she’s not been impressive since she actually stepped foot in the ring. I mean, she beat Jessica Anderson in a Rapid Fire Rules match--how’s that for a statement of intent, hey?
ST: You’re not kidding.
KH: Stella’s been damn close to being the IYH Champion, too. Say what you like about how she got there, people can make all the accusations they want, this, that, or the other...I’m not going to disrespect her talents, by implying she’s done anything but compete.
KH: Did she rise up the ranks quick? Yea, maybe, but if Mr. Cryptic were really that
biased toward her, Shawn Fox wouldn’t be IYH Champion right now. He’d have every reason, after Ground’n’Pound, to say she was unfairly cost that match, and say she deserves either another opportunity, or to just...be the champion.
KH: Instead...we all moved on, yea? And Stella did what she said she was going to--she fought anyone and everyone she had to, to establish herself as my next challenger. I’ll be honest? I can’t not respect that.
ST: Taking a step back for a second, I know you’ve campaigned for several weeks for Jessica Anderson to get a rematch for the title--with tonight being her last match in In Your House, are you disappointed that never materialized?
[Katie screws her nose up a little bit, clearly unhappy to see a friendly face leaving...but it doesn’t extinguish the Kiwi’s smile for too long.]
KH: Disappointed? Yea, maybe. More surprised, than anything. But, y’know, didn’t work out. Whatever’s next for her, good luck.
KH: I can’t think too much about that, though--Jessica’s not the one trying to take this title from me tonight. And as far as tonight goes? Like I said, Stella’s good. She’s very
[A coy little smirk rises to the face of the “Kat Scratch Kiwi,” who glances in Stevie’s direction for a second, taking her focus off the camera.]
KH: But...she’s not unbeatable.
KH: This is going to be a big test for me, Stevie. No question about that, this is going to be a match that tests my mettle as both a champion, and a wrestler in general. The Bad Omens have been on a roll, even despite the way Ground’n’Pound ended, and it wouldn’t be unbelievable to think that every single one of them could walk out as some champion in this company.
KH: But, as good as Stella is, as good as she’s proven she is, and as determined as she is to prove herself--if she thinks hopping on Twitter and saying it’s a guarantee she’s taking my title is enough to get it done, she’s sorely
mistaken. I’m not going into this match believing the hype, Stevie. I’m not listening to the people saying there’s no stopping the Bad Omens.
KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to take this belt--I want to keep it more.
KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to prove herself as a wrestler--I want to prove myself as a champion more.
KH: For as much as Stella Winters wants to win this match--I want to win it more.
KH: She’s good. No doubt there.
KH: But tonight? I’ll be faster. I’ll be stronger. I’ll be tougher.
KH: I’ll be better
KH: And I’ll walk out of that ring...still
Rapid Fire Champion.
[Unlike usual, Katie doesn’t stick around for the pleasantries with Stevie, just flashing her peace sign and turning to leave. Stevie looks in Katie’s direction for a second, then just lowers the mic and we cut back to ringside.]
[The camera cuts to another area backstage where Sean Hazard is leaving his locker room, now dressed in his normal attire. Kevin Rose enters the shot and walks up to him.]
KR: Hey Sean, tough loss tonight man, but you gave it your all out there. Everyone wants to know now that season 2 is done, what’s next for Sean Hazard?
[Sean gives a defeated chuckle.]
SH: What’s next? Nothing is next Kevin. Fucking nothing.
[With that Sean leaves the shot leaving Kevin stunned into silence. The camera cuts away.] Rapid Fire ChampionshipSingles MatchKatie Hanley © vs The Blue Dragon
DING DING DING!
[The fans are cheering as the clock set for the ten minute time limit appears on the screen, the referee reminds Katie and Stella that they must defeat the other inside of ten minutes or the match ends regardless. Stella rolls her eyes a little but nods and Katie nods before the referee calls for the bell. Katie confidently moves to engage Stella who flicks her fingers at her to get under the Champion's skin but Katie grabs that hand and twists it into a nicely executed Hammerlock. Stella yelps with annoyance and rolls to counter out of the hold, popping back up to her feet and yelling at Katie to watch what she's doing much to the fan's amusement. Winters backhands Katie then as she closes with her, and Katie narrows her eyes before she hauls back and lays an elbow right into Stella's jaw!
Stella cries out and plays hurt only to step back and hit Katie with a quick DDT that brings the Rapid Fire Champion down on the mat. Katie lays there a moment, Stella rolls to her feet and turns just as Katie surges up to her feet, Stella comes at her to try a Dropsault but Katie manages to evade the move and grabs her around the waist, yanking her up and over with a hard German Suplex. When her shoulders hit the mat her breath rushes out and Stella fights to regain it - but still kicks out at two!
Stella quickly rolls to the side and free of Katie's clutches, she moves to her knees as Katie jumps up and to her feet to try and catch the rising Stella with a Swinging Neckbreaker, Hanley shoots the ropes to gain momentum for the impact. However she's given the Blue Dragon too much time to recover as she simply spins towards the ropes and drops, leaving Hanley to hang herself up on the second strand. Katie slides off the rope and falls on her side, laying there holding her thigh as Stella regains her feet, and she struts up to Katie grabbing her upper arm to drag her away from the ropes! Katie though had been playing a little possum and yanks her arm away as she explodes up with a Switchblade Kick that connected hard with Stella's head. It rocks Stella back a moment and she drops to slide out of the ring for a breather but Katie smelling a victory grabs her by her ankles and yanks her towards the middle of the ring!]
BM: What a crazy match, neither one wants to give in and they’re both racing the clock!
[The referee is close and Katie moves carefully so as not to trip over him, she glances fast at the clock on the screen only to turn into Blue Dragon Sleeper! The fans freak out thinking this is it but NO! Katie breaks free! Stella though stays on the attack with a lightning fast Armdrag that takes them both to the mat where Stella goes for a cover attempt, but no Katie kicks out at two. As both women get to their feet Stella executes a lovely Snapmare and when Katie rolls to her feet again Stella grabs her and Hiptosses her back to the mat, laughing at her! Stella backs off as Katie rises, only to run past her at the ropes behind her, using them to gain momentum as she jumps at the set closest to Hanley and uses them for a Springboard DDT. Both women hit the mat and then roll to their bellies near simultaneously and push back up to their feet as Stella's back is to the turnbuckles and Katie charges at her with an attempt for a Corner High Knee but Stella drops at the last second and Katie hits the ropes again! Both women now are taking quick looks at the clock and redouble their efforts as they see it counting down!
Katie spins to catch Stella in a Waistlock which she quickly transitions into a Sunset Flip. The crowd is really getting into it as the referee slid into place but he only got a quick two count before Stella fights hard and shoves Katie off! As Stella moves to get to her feet she is struck with a surprise set of Shoot Kicks to the chest that bring her right back down on the mat. The referee hasn't even risen off his knees and quickly moves to count as Hanley tries to pin her but NO! NO! Stella kicks out, holding her chest afterwards. Katie looks up in surprise at the referee who holds up his fingers to indicate that it was just under three, not enough to pin. Hanley sighs and glances at the clock before she strikes the rising Stella with an elbow and then grabs her arm to draw her into an Armbar! Stella howls but she manages to break the hold, and grabs Katie by her arm and flips her over and then with surprising speed takes her by an ankle and applies a Single Leg Boston Crab! Stella pulls Katie towards the ropes so she can step up on the turnbuckle and adds pressure to the move! The referee is there telling Stella to get off the ropes but the Blue Dragon just grins at her and torques the hold some more.
Katie screams and flails for the ropes, using her flexibility to get her there before Stella could change her mind and drag her back to the middle of the ring. The instant that she saw that Katie has reached the ropes Winters releases the hold, not even waiting for the referee to call it or warn her again with a huge smirk on her lips. Using the ropes she brings herself back up to her feet, Katie waits until Stella looks at her before springing away from off the ropes and hits her with a that High Knee she had been looking for before! Both women collapse to the mat as the crowd freaks out cheering and screaming.]
BM: And both women are down! The clock isn’t stopping they need to get up before it’s too late!
TR: Thank you, Captain Obvious. What you should be pointing out is that Stella is down here all by herself!
BM: Hmm… you think that means there’s trouble in the Bad Omens?
TR: What? NO! Shut up B-ry.
[Heaving to get her breath she rises, Stella pulls Katie towards the corner and pulls her up to sit her on the top turnbuckle. Stella jumps up on the turnbuckle, and climbs her way to the top. She sneers to the crowd as she balances on the middle ropes and then yanks Katie up in her arms, and pulls her into her Front Flip Piledriver, Dead of Winter, right off the ropes! There is a moment of silence as the ladies hit the mat with a huge BAM!! of impact as they both hit hard. Both the ladies are down, and the referee quickly goes to look at first Katie and then Stella. Stella suddenly sits up as the crowd gasps, and she rolls Katie to her back before she hooks the leg and collapses over her! The clock is down to less than two minutes as the referee slides in to count!]
DING DING DING!
TH: And here is your winner via pinfall, and NEW Rapid Fire Champion… STELLA WINTERS!
BM: WOW WHAT A MATCH!
TR: I have to agree, these two left it all in the ring and Stella did it! I almost can’t believe it!
[Alice Cooper’s Poison plays as Stella sits up, clearly winded and blinks as the referee hands her the belt. She pauses for a few moments to almost tenderly look at it, letting the referee help her up and raise her hand. He goes to check on Katie and Stella leaves the ring, it really hits her then that she’s done it and she does a full on Wolf of Wall Street Leonardo Di Caprio HAHAHAHA Fuckers laugh at all the fans who are booing her heavily. She raises the belt up over her head before she heads backstage. The fans cheer as Katie sits up and she glares after Stella, clearly looking as if she will chase after her old title once more.]
[The cameras cut backstage to find Penelope Kaplan and Wyatt “Jet” Blanchard, the two members of Jetpack as they’re sitting outside a locker in a side hallway, quietly talking between themselves. Penny’s brows are drawn in with the cutest worry wrinkle between the two as she whispers urgently to her tag partner and friend.]
PK: So let me get this straight, your Grandma is out there in the crowd tonight? Why isn’t she back here, I wanna meet her!
[Jet chuckles and shakes his head.]
JB: She said nah, she wants to wait until after the match. Then, she said we can go get her and you can meet her. I was…
[He almost sheepishly rubs his hand over his close clipped hair, and smiles at her again.]
JB: ...well I was a lil worried, you know it ain’t been that long since I came out. She said she didn’t care, but sayin’ it from a half a world away is hella different than havin’ it in your face.
[Penny smiles softer and reaches to hug him, patting his back.]
PK: She seems pretty cool, I bet you’re worrying about nothing. At least we got a nice big match to show off in.
[Penny sighs, then shakes her head.]
PK: I hope we win, but even if we don’t? We’re sticking right here, right? We got a record to break and teams to fight.
[Jet nods and then chuckles himself.]
JB: Yep - we were here at the start of this go, and we’re gonna be here til them doors shut for good.
[The cameras cut elsewhere as the two continue on talking about strategy for the match.]
Moments before the Triple Threat match the cameras cut backstage and we see Southern Hostility walking out of their locker room. They start down the hallway in the direction of the ring. Standing against the wall in between the group and the cameraman is IYH's own Stevie Trelain. Despite not having the most successful past when it comes to getting Southern Hostility to speak to her, she gives it another shot.]
ST: Hey Amanda, I was wondering if I could get a few....
[She is immediately cut off by Hayes.]
[Amanda doesn't even look at her as she storms down the hallway. She is in no mood to talk, which is different as usually she never runs out of things to say.]
[Stevie quickly regroups and turns her attention to Colton Travis.]
ST: Colton, do you think I could get a quick word with you?
[Colton slows down long enough to respond but it isn't much more helpful.]
CT: Nah, we ain't got shit to say, right now.
[With that, Colton picks back up his pace and walks out of camera view. Stevie sees that this is clearly strike two in her attempt to talk to the team.]
[Lastly, we see the teams manager, Clayton Travis. Stevie decides to give it one last go.]
ST: Clayton, I just want to know what Southern Hostility think about the last couple of weeks and their match tonight at Dawn of the Immortals?
[Clayton looks Stevie over, spits some tabacco juice at her feet, and answers her.]
Clay: Make it quick!
[Stevie is not happy that he just spit at her feet in such a disrespectful manner but overlooks it because he did stop long enough to answer some questions.]
ST: OK....uh...let's start with why Colton and especially Amanda haven't chosen to speak leading up to this match? Usually, we hear their thoughts in full.
[Clayton looks at her and probably instantly regrets stopping at all.]
Clay: You wanna know why they ain't talking? Probably because they are madder than a hornet's nest right now and who could blame them?
[Trelain follows that up with another question.]
ST: They normally seem pissed off. What makes it so different this time?
[Clayton just shakes his head as he can see that she clearly doesn't get it.]
Clay: Look, I know you're a few bricks shy of a load, but focus. They hate a lot of things and having their plans messed with is one of the big ones. The fact is that they were gonna beat Team Fury a couple weeks ago when the latest version of the Bad Omens stuck their nose where it didn't belong and took that away from them.
[Stevie cautiously asks the next question.]
ST: Well, while I agree the Bad Omens messed that match up, what about two weeks ago when they were put in the four-way match to determine the new number one contender?
[Clayton rolls his eyes at the question but decides to answer anyway.]
Clay: The point is there never should have been a number one contender's match. If we hadn't been screwed over by those goofs, we would have beat the current Champs and would be the ones who got the Title Shot. That was a clusterfuck of a match and it should have never taken place.
[Stevie takes a second to think about how she wants to word her next question and then asks it.]
ST: Well, your team was not successful in that match but get another chance...
[Clayton cuts her off at this point.]
Clay: Look bitch, every one stumbles from time to time but like I said, we should have never been put in that match because we woulda beat the Champs the week before. Losing is another thing that really pisses them off. I wouldn't wanna be either of the two teams that have to deal with Amanda and Colton,
[Stevie begins to ask the obvious follow up to that.]
ST: Speaking of the match tonight, how do you see it playing out?
[Clayton looks at her and just starts to laugh.]
Clay: Seriously? I see this playing out very badly for the other teams in this match and in this company. You think these two are normally angry and aggressive? You ain't seen nothing yet. They look to beat the hell out of their opponents and make a point when they have talked a lot of shit. You, Jetpack, and Layton & Fenric are all about to learn that when they stop talking, that's when you better start worrying. This ain't a team that needs extra motivation to beat up people. So what the hell do you think is gonna happen when they have it?
[With that, Clayton walks away to go join Amanda and Colton before the match.]