[We open to the backstage area of Boardwalk Hall. The camera crew scurries into position as "Blonde Ambition" Justina America purposefully walks from the dressing room area, her Queen of Hearts Championship belt over her right shoulder. Her face still showing the effects from the monster on the last Bewitched, as stitches litter her
once unscathed chin. Wearing a white halter top with blue jeans and her custom Nike red, white and blue sneakers she storms past Kennedy Michelle Chambers who tries in vain to get Justina to talk to her. Instead, she heads right towards the ring area. She approaches the curtain as ACE staff members can be seen in the background looking on
with puzzled looks on their faces. As she hits the curtain, she busts through as a few fans notice her and begin to cheer, a buzz begins to pick up as more fans notice the Champion walking out towards the ring. As Justina gets halfway down the aisle most of the arena sees her now as the crowd lets out a huge pop, happy to see one of their favorites back after the vicious attack last week.]
[MEGA CROWD POP!!!!!]
[Justina slides into the ring and motions for Amy Roland to give her a microphone. Amy hurriedly grabs a microphone and hands it to Justina, who doesn't say anything to her as she stands in the middle of the ring pausing a second to look around the crowd standing and applauding her. She puts her finger to her mouth and nods as the crowd slowly quiets down she begins to speak...]
Justina America: So we're gonna start off this show this way, because well...Samantha you choose to end it last week the way you did. See to me, if I were the owner I would have loved to have the match between myself and Tawny finish. I would have looked at the ratings at two of the biggest fan favorites and let's face it, two of the BEST wrestlers in this damn place and smiled because you know everyone was tuning in to watch that match and see who exactly would come out on top. You? You're a different kind of owner. You knew people would watch that match. You knew we'd both go 100% to not only put on a show but to win because we're competitors. So you took away our opportunity to have a defining match here in ACE, and that means nothing to you. You knew exactly what was going to happen, you played us like puppets and you're right... we underestimated you. We underestimated the depths you'd sink to in order to fulfill whatever sick agenda you may have.
[She pauses as the crowd continues to look on quietly, hanging on every word Justina is saying. She puts her hand to her chin feeling the numerous stitches she received after the last episode of Bewitched before putting the microphone back to her mouth.]
Justina America: I'm flattered in a way, that you needed to bring in a woman the size of Roxy Lawrence to try to put me on the shelf. I'll give you credit Roxy, you put a beating on me the likes of which I've rarely been put through. However, unlike a lot of the women here...it's going to take a lot more than that to keep me out of this ring. Congratulations Roxy, you made a grand entrance. You came down after about 20 minutes of a championship match and laid me out. Impressive. I don't care how big you are, how tough you think you may be, or how strong you've already proved to be. You're literally going to have to KILL ME to get rid of me. Knowing "Sensuous" Samantha, that might just be an option because I doubt we've seen how low she's capable of sinking just yet.
[CROWD POPS!!!]
Justina America: Samantha, this isn't about just me. It's about a lot of people. Tawny didn't deserve what she got either. In life you just keep making enemies and eventually, you don't have any friends. Fortunately for you, you don't live in real life. You live in a world where it's all about you and thus you don't need friends. You have
money and money can buy a lot of friends, look at the crew you've surrounded yourself with. Your biggest mistake will be putting the target on the likes of people like myself and Tawny. You couldn't have picked two worse people to start a war with. Just as persistent as you think you are? Tawny and I are ten-fold. You don't have the heart of a
champion or the desire of a competitor. You're more like a little kid who wants to have every toy in the store. Who will take her ball and go home if she doesn't get her way. For you, it sucks that we're not going anywhere. You can't go home because I'm there sitting on your couch watching your television with this title next to me and that just gets under your skin in the worst way doesn't it?
[CROWD ROAR POP!!!!]
Justina America: In the end, the lines have been drawn. Some of you in the back will be lured by Samantha and her promises of title shots and money and all that type of stuff. Some of you are and WILL be SMARTER than that. I don't have to tell you what's going to happen as long as this goes on, but no one on this roster is safe while "The Boss" is power tripping. There were very few people here I trusted before, and now? It's down to a select few. There's that whole cliche line about either being with me or against me...but in the end it's about what you want for yourself, for the rest of the women who bust their asses night in and night out for the right reasons. Samantha, I'm not going to say you started something you can't finish. I think you know though that you've started something that when finished will change not only ACE, but YOU forever. However it turns out, it won't be worth it. The scary part for you is that I realize this...and I'm not backing down one inch...
[INSANE CROWD POP! As Justina drops the microphone in the middle of the ring, exiting through the ropes and down the stairs pausing on the middle step a smirk comes over her face as the fans at ringside yell encouraging remarks to her. She confidently walks up the aisle and to the back as the Bewitched theme music plays to start the show.]
Sensuous One Enterprises
and Atlantic City Entertainment presents...
and Atlantic City Entertainment presents...
[The screen is black. The familiar song "Toxic" begins to play, but it isn't by Britney Spears. It's been mutated into a rock version by Local H.]
# Baby can't you see
# I'm calling
# A girl like you should wear a warning
# It's dangerous, I'm falling
[A quick picture of Atlantic City, New Jersey at night time flashes on the screen. This switches to a shot of ring legend Tawny Blake waving to the camera, followed by Dalbello Rage holding one of her many title belts high above her head. DeeDee Summers blows the crowd a kiss.]
# There's no escape, I can't wait
# I need a hit, baby gimme it
# You're dangerous, I'm loving it
[Erica Smith is shown with her friends at a party living it up. Another shot of Melinda Rhodes leaned up against a brick wall. This switches to Justina America looking into the camera and smiling.]
# Get you high and can't calm down
# Losing my head, spinning ‘round and ‘round
# Do you feel me now?
[Cassidy Lee and her manager Omar are standing side by side. This cuts to Kaylee Turner who poses in one of her
rock and roll t-shirts. Mallory adroit turns to the camera and gives it a serious look.]
# With a taste of your lips
# I'm on a ride
# You're toxic, I'm slipping under
# With the taste of a poison paradise
[Numerous images begin to fill the screen of various women from Atlantic City Entertainment posing for the camera in model shoots.]
# I'm addicted to you
# But you know that you're toxic
# And I love what you do
# But you know that you're toxic
[The last shot is of the "Bewitched" logo. It dances around on the screen before blasting into pieces.]
# It's getting late to give you up
# I took a sip from the devil's cup
# Slowly it's taking over me
[The song continues to play.]
3...
2...
1...
*BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!*
wait for it...
*BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!*
wait for it...
*BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!* *BOOM!!!*
[Fireworks extravaganza light up the Boardwalk Hall!!! Pink and red!!! Over 5,000 raging fans fill the venue!!! We see a sea of fans who are ready to go for the most recent organization to showcase women's wrestling nationwide!!! Local H's version of "Toxic" continues to blast over the arena as the decent sized ACEtron lights up with pictures of the upcoming Queens of ACE.]
Voice Over: WELCOME TO BEWITCHED!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Quite an opening statement from the champion Justina America here to open the night. She's not happy with "Sensuous" Samantha and the battle lines seem to be drawn.
Shane Propone: Unfortunately for her, Justina's drawing the lines with invisible ink! Who's gonna go against the OWNER of ACE?
Nicholas Rowe: I think it's about a little more than Shane. Some people care about doing things the right way and want to earn things the right way. They want to achieve things on merit.
Shane Propone: I have no idea what any of that means, but if you're not with "Sensuous" Samantha, you might as well just refer to yourself as a moron.
Nicholas Rowe: Well one thing is for certain this night has started off with a bang and I think it is safe to say there's more in store for us. Right now we're ready for our first match of the night here as Roxy Lawrence takes on Christina Edminds.
Shane Propone: Can't wait for this one Nicky. Roxy Lawrence took out Justina America like it was trash day last Bewitched!
Nicholas Rowe: To be fair it was from behind and Justina had already wrestled for over 20 mins against Tawny Blake. Those women had no chance to protect themselves.
Shane Propone: Excuses, excuses. I just enjoy a good ass-kicking, and Roxy can certainly deliver one of those. So can Christina.
Nicholas Rowe: Well one thing is for certain this night has started off with a bang and I think it is safe to say there's more in store for us. Right now we're ready for our first match of the night here as Roxy Lawrence takes on Christina Edminds.
Shane Propone: Can't wait for this one Nicky. Roxy Lawrence took out Justina America like it was trash day last Bewitched!
Nicholas Rowe: To be fair it was from behind and Justina had already wrestled for over 20 mins against Tawny Blake. Those women had no chance to protect themselves.
Shane Propone: Excuses, excuses. I just enjoy a good ass-kicking, and Roxy can certainly deliver one of those. So can Christina.
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[Fade to Amy Roland.]
Amy Roland: THIS OPENING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
["I'm Gonna Start a Fight" by Pink blasts over the ring speakers and Christina Edminds comes with one long white spot light that follows her. She occasionally flips off audience members on the way to the ring. Christina climbs into the ring and gives the audience members a dirty look before throwing her hands into the air as Amy Roland introduces her.]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, STANDING IN AT 6 FOOT, WEIGHING IN AT 160 POUNDS...
"THE TERROR" CHRISTIIIIIINAAAAAAAA EDMIIIIIINNNNNDDDDSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Speaking of Christina Edminds, "The Terror" is out here in the ring now. Her biggest test yet her in ACE tonight.
Shane Propone: Definitely. When you go from Mallory Adroit to this Roxy lady that showed up on the last Bewitched with "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins that's like going from a thousand bucks to a billion!
Nicholas Rowe: Not sure I agree with the analogy...or whatever that was. We're going to find out tonight what Roxy is made of though.
# I am the thing that makes you sick
# I am the blame that gets placed quick
# Detect the crack within your lie
# I'll be the wrath of your disdain
# I'll be the fear in you ingrained
# Become the facts that you deny
[The opening riffs of "Ten Ton Hammer" by Machine Head ring out through the ACE Sound System as smoke fills the top of the entrance ramp. Out of the smoke comes Roxy Lawrence Roxy wearing a black Nike women's sport top, black Nike women's field pants and white wrestling boots with red laces. As she stands at the top of the aisle her arms crossed, her eyes intently focused on the ring. ]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!]
[The song continues on as Roxy makes her way slowly and confidently down the aisle. The fans at ringside boo and shout obscenities at her, but she doesn't even bother giving them a second look. The look of focus stays on her face as she hits the end of the aisle and onto the mat outside the ring. She stares into the squared circle ready for what's ahead of her.]
# I can feel this pain is real
# I hate deep down inside
# And like broken glass you'll shatter
# With bloody fists I'll batter
# Like a ten ton hammer
[Roxy approaches the ring and jumps onto the ring apron with ease, stepping over the top rope and into the ring. She leans against the far corner confident and ready. The crowd rains boos down upon her, which don't affect her in the least.]
# I'll be the trembling in your breath
# Trickle of blood upon your flesh
# You'd love to watch me take the fall
# I'll be the thing that you despise
# 'Cause I'm the path to your demise
# And I'm a be there standing tall
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM ATLANTA, GEORGIA, STANDING 6 FOOT 3 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 200 POUNDS...
ROOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXXY LAWWWWWWRENCE!!!!
[FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Already not too popular with the fans is Roxy Lawrence after what she did to Justina America last week.
Shane Propone: As usual the fans have no idea what they're talking about. Although I gotta say Rowe seeing both these women in the ring, I'm a little scared.
Nicholas Rowe: No doubt Christina Edminds is nicknamed "The Terror" for a reason, and Roxy Lawrence doesn't need a nickname if she's going to to be dismantling the Queen of Hearts champion and everyone else on the roster.
*DINGDINGDING!*
[The bell sounds off as the two size each other up, Roxy motions for Christina to come and Christina doesn't hesitate a bit as she charges and the two lock up with Roxy using her strength to combat Christina's as she turns her and tosses her into the corner and follows with an elbow to the head. She opens up with closed fists on Edminds as referee Joel Edwards steps in and forces her to back off as Roxy doesn't even argue instead stepping toward Edminds again except this time Christina raises her leg and lands a big boot to the face, which causes Roxy to stumble back]
Nicholas Rowe: Roxy trying to brutally beat down Christina Edminds in the corner but Joel Edwards not the referee to let that type of thing slide.
Shane Propone: Too bad it wasn't Erik Grant, that guy barely knows how to count to three. We could have seen some blood!
[Christina realizing the power of her opponent rushes her and clotheslines Roxy to the mat. She turns to the crowd and flexes, the first woman in ACE to put Roxy to the mat. However, as she's playing to the crowd Roxy quickly gets up to her feet and as Christina turns around she's met with a belly to belly suplex. Roxy putting the boots to Christina with the rope as an aid as Edwards once again has to come break it up. Referee Joel Edwards yelling at Roxy but she doesn't even glance at him instead picking up Christina Edminds from the mat by her head. She wraps her hand around the throat of Edminds and with pure strength picks her up into the air and then crashing down to the mat with a chokeslam.]
Nicholas Rowe: Unbelievable power shown there by Roxy Lawrence. She chokeslammed Christina Edminds right off the mat.
Shane Propone: I think she's going for the quick win here Nicky.
Nicholas Rowe: You're right Shane. Roxy falls down and drapes over Christina Edminds as Joel Edwards slides in for the count...
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
TH...CHRISTINA EDMINDS GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Shane Propone: Wow! Christina is a tough woman, no wonder Erica hired her to look out for her.
[Roxy looks down at Christina in frustration that she wasn't put away as she goes to pick her up off the mat again Christina elbows her in the face. Roxy takes the elbow as she grasps for Christina again and is met with another elbow to the side of the head. Roxy in anger throws a boot at Christina which she slides away from and quickly slides to her feet as Roxy's anger continues to build. Christina realizing now that for the first time she's probably met her match in terms of strength. Roxy bull rushes Christina and Christina instead of stepping away leans in and delivers a rising knee to the face of Roxy which catches her straight on as she bends over in pain.]
Nicholas Rowe: Two of the strongest women in this match and you're seeing why. Both are delivering bone crunching moves and both are taking them!
Shane Propone: Let's put it this way Rowe...if either of these two hit you with one of the moves they've done in this match, you'd be eating dinner out of a straw for the next few months.
Nicholas Rowe: I don't doubt it. Every move that these two do, no matter how basic is that much more powerful due to their size and strength. Christina trying to take advantage of Roxy being stunned now...
[As Roxy is hunched over Christina sizes her up as she steps back a few feet and runs at Roxy connecting with a spear. As they both hit the mat with a thud, the crowd cheers the move as well as the impact. Christina thinks about hooking the leg, but thinks better of it as she instead gets up and hits the ropes and jumps into the air connecting with a leaping headbutt off the ropes.]
Nicholas Rowe: This time Christina is going for the cover...
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
TH--NOT CLOSE! ROXY KICKS OUT POWERFULLY!
Shane Propone: Wow! Christina showing off her speed there but Roxy managed to escape the pinfall with a power kick out.
Nicholas Rowe: Like we've been talking about Shane, these two aren't going to be pinned or forced to submit easily.
Shane Propone: If either of these two locks in a submission move this match, I'll retire from ACE forever!
Nicholas Rowe: I wish I could get excited, but neither of these two are known from their submission expertise.
[Christina slaps the mat after not even getting a close three on Roxy. Roxy shaking her head from the headbutt as she tries to get to her feet. Christina see this and springs to her feet, not wanting to let her opponent off the mat. Christina once again runs as Roxy and as she does she goes into a baseball slide but Roxy being close to the apron, slides away and out of the ring as she barely lands on her feet still feeling the affects from the Edminds headbutt. Roxy stands outside and notices Christina Edminds feet still hanging outside the ring. She graps her leg and smashes it against the ringpost as Joel Edwards starts the countout. Roxy not done yet as she grabs the same leg again and uses her weight to pull it down using the apron as leverage as Edwards tries to break the hold from inside the ring while counting]
[HEEL POP!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: We're seeing why Roxy was brought in by "Sensuous" Samantha as she is showing no regard for the rules or for her opponent as she tries to take out the legs from Christina Edminds.
Shane Propone: Samantha is brilliant, isn't she? Roxy is like a female me, she doesn't follow the rules, she's into breaking things...in this case bones and she's got more muscles than fans in the arena tonight!
Nicholas Rowe: Someone has high self-esteem. Moving on, this was one of the occasions where being tall hurt Christina Edminds. Her feet hanging outside the ring prompted Roxy to be able to get to work on the legs. Roxy breaking the hold now as Edwards threatened a DQ and he's counting towards a count out.
[CROWD BOOS!]
[Roxy slides back into the ring as Edminds grabs her leg in pain. Roxy goes over to Christina and pushes her with her leg onto her stomach. Roxy reaches down and grabs both of Christina Edminds arms and pulls them back forcing her head to arch back as she does so. The crowd stands as one as they've seen this before and with a vicious and powerful stomp, Roxy delivers the Curb Stomp to Christina Edminds!]
[HUGE SHOCK POP!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: The same move she used to put Justina America out last week, she just did to Christina Edminds! The impact of that move is vicious! IT SHOULD BE BANNED!
Shane Propone: I talked to someone before the match Rowe and they said she calls it the A-Town Stomp. I give it an A+. I like Christina Edminds but Roxy landed that move two weeks in a row!
[CROWD BEGINS TO RUSTLE]
Nicholas Rowe: Wait a minute, Erica Smith is walking down the ramp!
Shane Propone: Erica, no! Go back to the bar, or the party, or wherever!
[As Erica walks down the ramp, Roxy notices her and goes over to the ring ropes facing the entrance ramp Erica screams at her. Roxy motions for Erica to come into the ring, but it's obvious Erica Smith has no intentions of getting into the ring at this time. Erica continues to verbally abuse Roxy getting closer to the ring apron now. Roxy sensing an opportunity tries to grab Erica by the head, but Erica is one step ahead and quickly avoids her grasp. Joel Edwards is telling Erica to go back to the back, as the attention is on Erica, Christina is slowly getting up, as she gets on one knee]
Nicholas Rowe: Gotta give to to Erica, she's smart to come to the defense of Christina without getting involved with Roxy and without giving her Party Inc. partner a DQ here.
Shane Propone: I can't believe Christina Edminds is even moving after that Curb Stomp. She's almost to her feet!
Nicholas Rowe: She's reaching for the rope now as she pulls herself to her feet! Amazing! She gathers herself her as she sees what's going on and heads over to Roxy!
[Christina grabs Roxy by the shoulder spinning her around and as Roxy turns Christina grabs her by the throat. Roxy combats this by kicking Christina in the gut and quickly grabs her lifting her over her shoulders, high into the air and holding her there]
Nicholas Rowe: She has Christina in a bad spot here and...
EXECUTIONER'S SONG!
[IMPRESSED CROWD POP FOLLOWED BY HEEL POP!!!!!!]
Shane Propone: Elevated Power Bomb!
Nicholas Rowe: Roxy with a boot on the chest to cover...
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Amy Roland: Here is your winner...ROXY LAWRENCE!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Roxy too much in this match for Christina here tonight. Bending the rules to her advantage certainly helped as well.
Shane Propone: I'm still amazed Christina was able to get up after the Curb Stomp!
Nicholas Rowe: That was impressive. Erica Smith now looking out for her Party Inc. partner here as she pulls Christina out of the ring before Roxy gets any thoughts to do more damage.
[Erica struggles holding the larger and heaving Christina up, but she does her best as she helps her to the back as Roxy stares down the Party Inc. duo from inside the ring with her first official ACE victory in the books.]
Nicholas Rowe: What an impressive win!!! I think we're going backstage.
Shane Propone: Let's go then, dimwit!
[Fade backstage to the darkness. We are in the damp, dark boiler room where Iris Galiver is found sitting against a wall rocking back and forth. Iris' bright red hair frames her pale face as she holds her dolly Rosie close to her chest. Iris, the 30-some year-old woman who believes she is only 8-year-old, is dressed like a little girl would in a pink baby doll dress with untied black combat boots. We get closer to her as she raises her chin up toward the lens, speaking in her little girl voice.]
Iris Galiver: You should just surrender. Surrender while you can, Kaylee.
[Iris giggles as she holds her doll close to her body. The camera closes in on her as she raises her hazel eyes into the camera.]
Iris Galiver: Have you ever wondered who was the writer of our futures? I'm sure you haven't, but I insist you think about that now. Think about who wrote yours because it's very gleam right this second. In fact, it's nonexistent.
[Another giggle.]
Iris Galiver: When I am finished with you, Kaylee Turner, no one will ever know you even walked upon this Earth. Why would I do such a thing to no one I know virtually nothing about? Because that's why I came here. That's why I came to ACE. To show you... to show the world... that Iris Galiver is not just a little girl anymore. She's growing up. And she's going to kill, maim, and destroy until there's no one left.
[She raises her doll in the air then brings it back down, staring into the camera with intent.]
Iris Galiver: Hehehe! No one left! No one!
[Her laugh echoes as we fade.]
[We fade from the boiler room and the scene opens upon the office of "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. Seated behind that large glass and steel desk was the office's official owner, wearing form hugging black capris with a white peasant-like lace top, and a diamond studded pendant around her neck with matching studs in both ears. A commotion is heard outside of her office, the sound of a body thudding against the wall causing her to rise to her feet, a scowl on her face as she begins searching around her desk for something to defend herself with.]
SSB: ....Blake...
[Suddenly one of her body guards, a rather burly African-American dressed in a black suit, is sent hurtling through the door. Stepping in after him is Melinda Rhodes, decked out in full ring gear and carrying a baseball bat in her hand. She kicks the door shut behind her with a loud slam.]
SSB: No? YOU!!!
[Melinda shoots her a smirk before cracking the downed guard across his temple, sending him straight into unconsciousness. Mrs. Bevins stands up quickly from behind her desk, only to stop when Melinda steps back, pointing the ball bat at her.]
Melinda Rhodes: ...What's your rush... "boss"?
[SSB looks Melinda square in the eyes...]
SSB: That's right. I am your boss, and if you back out of my office right now, I'll pretend this didn't happen...
[Mel clicks the deadbolt lock on the door, then proceeds to walk with a slight sway in her hips, twirling that bat as if a sexy batter stepping up to the plate and prepping for a home run. With a glare that could burn holes in solid steel, Samantha very slowly and deliberately backs up into her chair, and very calmly sits down.]
SSB: ...You do understand the price you are going to pay if you even so much as break my fingernail, correct?
[Not even heading her not so subtle threat, Melinda steps towards the desk and leans over in front of Samantha. Pointing the bat straight out at the ACE Owner, Melinda forcing her back into the chair.]
Melinda Rhodes: I understand that the cage match is Ursula's reward for putting my friend in the hospital?
[SSB stares at the bat, then looks up at Melinda.]
SSB: As a matter of fact it is... she came to my office, very quietly asked to face you tonight, and I decided I'd serve you up in a Steel Cage. Good work is to be rewarded...
[Anger flashes in Melinda's eyes and she pulls that bat back, and raises it as if to strike. The ACE Owner quickly throws her arms up and shuts her eyes, but the bat swings high...]
*FFWWHHPPPCCRRRAAACKKSSSHHHH!!!!*
[...shattering an antique vase on a nearby stand. Bevins stares back at her a mixture of fear and disgust, arms gripping the chair and tensed...]
Melinda Rhodes: ...Just like you rewarded Cassidy...
[For several seconds an uneasy silence filled the air before Samantha formed the proper words for a reply.]
SSB: I reward those who deserve it. Unfortunately you just don't happen to be one of those people.
[Samantha looks down at the phone on her desk. Melinda's eyes slowly look into Samantha's...]
Melinda Rhodes: So you let your employees get degraded on national television for cheap raitings and cheaper controversy?
[Samantha smirks as she picks up the phone.]
SSB: I simply facilitate the needs of my audience, and I don't really care how it happens, Melinda, just that it does. Without an audience, we have no revenue. No revenue means no arena, no pay checks, no shows. Now you have five seconds until security comes crashing through that door...
[Pulling the bat back, Melinda swipes the phone off the desk, the cord pulling the receiver out of Samantha's hand. Mel presses the ball bat to SSB's throat, glaring at her.]
Melinda Rhodes: ...and without wrestlers to fill your roster, you don't have a show either. You keep abusing us, and you won't have anybody to boss around. You'll be the proud owner of one of the many failures out there in the world that once called themselves a wrestling company...
[Samantha shoots that withering stare at Melinda, but it has little effect on the ACE Rebel...]
Melinda Rhodes: ...and without wrestlers to fill your roster, you don't have a show either. You keep abusing us, and you won't have anybody to boss around. You'll be the proud owner of one of the many failures out there in the world that once called themselves a wrestling company...
[Samantha shoots that withering stare at Melinda, but it has little effect on the ACE Rebel...]
SSB: You had better hope that Ursula kills you in that ring tonight, because I promise you that Cassidy is nothing compared to me...
[Melinda shoots her a wry smile.]
Melinda Rhodes: ...You're not worse than her, you just have more money.
[She pulls back from SSB, and heads towards the door.]
[She pulls back from SSB, and heads towards the door.]
SSB: You do realize that this could very well be your last match tonight, right?
[Stopping, she turns to face Samantha. Leaning upon the door, Melinda shrugs her shoulders.]
Melinda Rhodes: What, you're going to fire me and not have your revenge first? That wouldn't be your style. I have an idea that would be alot more like you...
[Samantha seethes with anger, but keeps her distance, though one could tell by the tension in her muscles that she wanted to rip Melinda's throat out. Through gritted teeth, she spoke.]
SSB: Let's... hear it....
Melinda Rhodes: If I beat Ursula tonight, I face Cassidy, one on one, no bullshit, no interference, nothing.
SSB: ...and if you lose?
Melinda Rhodes: Then at the PPV, you start the show off with a six on one handicap match. You pick the six...
[Samantha smirks a bit at Melinda, slowly walking towards her desk now...]
SSB: Be careful... Molly underestimated Ursula, and you saw what happened to her. I will hold you to this stipulation, even if you have to be wheeled in on a gurney.
[Melinda fires off a wry grin.]
Melinda Rhodes: Nothing is certain in life, Boss, but I'd say my odds of walking out of this are better than average.
[Samantha nods, leaning forward on her desk.]
SSB: Good... now I will name a few terms. If you beat Ursula tonight, and move on to face Cassidy Lee at Beautiful Violence, I name the stipulations. Now one more thing...
[Melinda's hand lowers behind her back onto the door latch...]
Melinda Rhodes: What's that?
SSB: Because of this incident, your chances of winning any championship belt will be slim at best. You will be put through the most gruesome, barbaric and one-sided matches I can think of, and don't expect a pay raise anytime soon...
[A smile creeps up onto Melinda's face.]
Melinda Rhodes: I wouldn't have it any other way... Boss...
[She then turns and unlocks the door, quickly stepping out into the hallway. After several seconds pass, Samantha turns and grabs the phone with a look of vengeance on her face. Hitting 9 and speed dial, she quickly gets an answer.]
SSB: ...Make the Cage Match tonight, a Last Woman Standing Cage match. Yes, you heard me. Time constraints be damned! Let's see if that bitch can outlast a Cardio monster....
[Scene cuts.]
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Nicholas Rowe: This is going to be a nasty, nasty match. Might want to put the kids to bed.
Shane Propone: It's gonna be bloody! It's gonna be messy! I love it!
Nicholas Rowe: Let's go to the ring.
[Fade to Amy Roland.]
Amy Roland: THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND HAS BEEN DEEMED NO DISQUALIFICATION!!!!
[The lights flicker.]
# I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes. Hate in my heart, love in my mind
# I seen nights full of pain, days are the same. You keep the
sunshine, save me the rain
# I search but never find, hurt but never cry.
# I work and forever try but I'm cursed so never mind.
["Drop the World" by Lil Wayne rings throughout the sound system's speakers and the crowd begins to work itself into a frenzy, showering boos down towards the wrestler's entrance way. After a few more seconds, "Bad Intentions" Kaylee Turner steps out onto the ramp a focused look on her face and cold carelessness in her eyes. She surveys looks around at the fans with a blank look on her face as her theme continues.]
# And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond.
# The top gets higher, the more that I climb
# The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger Tryin to get in where I fit
in, no room for a ....
# But, soon for a .... it be on muh'fucker
# Cause, all this bullshit done made me strong muh'fucker!
[Deliberately Kaylee walks down the ramp ignoring the fans raining boos and insults down on her. Her focus and intent is the ring and her eyes fixate on the squared circle, as the outside surroundings do nothing to take her mind off what her goal is.]
# So I Pick the world up and I'ma DROP it on yo' fuckin' head, yeah
# Bitch I'ma pick the world up and I'ma DROP it on yo' fuckin' head, yeah
# And I could die now, rebirth motherfucker
# Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth motherfucker
# I'm gone.. motherfucker I'm gone...
[Up the ring stairs she calmly treads, ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Going over to the turnbuckle and leaning on it, arms crossed seemingly unfazed by the whole situation.]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS STANDING AT 5 FEET 8 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS...
"BAD INTENTIONS" KAYLEEEEEEEEEE TURRRRRRRRRRRNERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Amy Roland: AND HER OPPONENT!!! FROM ANCHORAGE, ALASKA STANDING AT 5 FEET 7 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 130 LBS...
IRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS GAAAAAAALLLIIIIVVVEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!!!!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Jesus Christ!!! Iris Galiver is climbing out from under the ring!!! How did she get there?
Shane Propone: Plenty of ways, genius. Either way she just looks eerie. I don't think any sort of entrance music would even match this chick. Watch her slink into the ring! At least she isn't attacking from behind this week. TOO BAD!
Nicholas Rowe: Yeah, right. I'm not in the mood for blood.
*DINGDINGDING!*
Nicholas Rowe: The match is underway!! No disqualification!!!
Shane Propone: BLOOD! GUTS! GLORY!
[As soon as the bell rings Iris Galiver takes off with a flying clothesline on Kaylee Turner. Turner ducks and hits the ropes coming back with her own clothesline that takes Iris off her feet. Iris hops back onto them and is met with a spinning heel kick by Kaylee Turner.]
Shane Propone: She almost took her head off!!! Damn. I do not know who to be for in this match.
Nicholas Rowe: If that is the only thing I had to worry about in life.
[Iris falls down hard and Kaylee backs into the ropes and comes forward with a knee drop right across the neck of Iris Galiver. Kaylee follows up by throwing Iris to the outside and jumping to the outside herself. The crowd is going insane as Kaylee grabs Iris' head and throws it into the ring post. Iris falls backward and Kaylee smiles, going to grab a weapon from underneath the ring.]
Nicholas Rowe: Here come the toys!...don't say it Shane!
[ANTICIPATION POP!]
Shane Propone: Kaylee going to add some flavor to this match up. Just how I like it, hot and bloody!
Nicholas Rowe: It looks like she's found whatever it was she was looking for!
[Kaylee Turner grabs a chair from under the ring. She lifts it up and brings it down across the legs of the Pretty, Pretty Princess who screams!!! No one knows if she is in screaming or pleasure, however. Kaylee continues her assault landing a few stiff chair ends to the face until Iris finally moves out of the way and Kaylee hits the hard concrete.]
[Kaylee Turner grabs a chair from under the ring. She lifts it up and brings it down across the legs of the Pretty, Pretty Princess who screams!!! No one knows if she is in screaming or pleasure, however. Kaylee continues her assault landing a few stiff chair ends to the face until Iris finally moves out of the way and Kaylee hits the hard concrete.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris Galiver already bleeding from the stiff chair ends to the forehead!!! Ugh!!!
Shane Propone: Are you going to pass out?!! You pus...
Nicholas Rowe: Shut it!!!
Shane Propone: Are you going to pass out?!! You pus...
Nicholas Rowe: Shut it!!!
[Iris, blood spilling down her face, begins to get to her feet. She uses the guard rail to hoist herself up and began limping toward Kaylee. Kaylee grabs Iris' leg and Iris lifts up and hits Kaylee right across the back of the head with an enzuguri!!! Kaylee down and out as Iris giggled loudly, licking the blood from her face.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris Galiver proving to be the sick and twisted wrestler she's been billed to be. Kaylee using the butt end of the chair to bust open Iris' forehead and Iris acting like this is an everyday ocurence.
Shane Propone: Licking the blood off your own face? This is awesome!
Nicholas Rowe: It's certainly something...that's for sure.
[Iris grabs Kaylee off the floor of the outside and hoists her into a bear hug like position. Except instead of locking in a bear hug she runs towards the guard rail and right before impact loosens her hands as Kaylee goes crashing into the guard rail back first. The guard rail falls over with the impact as the ACE crowd around the two wrestlers go crazy.]
Nicholas Rowe: These two women are crazy!!!
Shane Propone: Crazy does not describe Iris Galiver nor does it even begin to describe that weirdo Kaylee Turner.
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee isn't weird, she's just different. She doesn't like many people.
Shane Propone: I hate everyone. Especially you.
Nicholas Rowe: I hate you more!!!
[Security comes in and backs them off as Iris stands over Kaylee a twisted smile on her face. She admires her work for a few more seconds before she looks around herself and goes fishing under the ring, looking for more weapons to do damage with.]
Nicholas Rowe: With these two, I'm almost hoping that there's bandages and bubble wrap under that ring.
Shane Propone: Oh please, I'm hoping for gasoline, matches and panes of glass! Plus you know that ACE isn't stupid, they put weapons under the ring in anticipation of this match. You're not going to let these two have a No Disqualification match and not give them tools to get the job done.
Nicholas Rowe: Unfortunately you're right Shane. I just hope this doesn't get too out of hand.
[Iris finally finds something she likes or at least something period as she pulls out a metal trash can. She turns around to find Kaylee turner waiting and Kaylee leaps forward connecting with a vicious spear that crashes Iris' spine into the side of the ring with violent impact. She doesn't drop the trash can however as she herself falls into a heap on the outside!!!]
Shane Propone: She's down and out!!!
[Kaylee wasting no time, drags her over to the downed guard rail. Kaylee looks around for a second before running back and sliding into the ring heading up on the top turnbuckle and looking down at Iris Galiver who is still down hurt from the spear against the side of the ring, her hands still grasping the trash can infront of her]
Nicholas Rowe: What the hell is Kaylee Turner doing on the top rope? That's a LONG jump!
Shane Propone: No risk, no reward Rowe!
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee leaps.......
[HUGE SPOT POP!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee with a flying elbow off the top rope landing onto the trash can right into the chest and collar bone area of Iris Galiver!
Shane Propone: HIGH REWARD! I love these two. I don't know if anyone has ever died in the ring before but if I had to bet on someone I'd put Iris first and Kaylee shortly after. These two are like crash test dummies the way the throw themselves around.
Nicholas Rowe: That's what worries me about this match...
[The improvised move takes something out of Kaylee too as she rolls off Iris after the impact both women hurting, the Board Walk hall crowd all standing now as the intensity of this one is being kicked up with each move. Referee Joel Edwards just standing there looking on as there's nothing he can do with this being a No Disqualification match and all pinfalls must occur in the ring, and there's obviously no count outs. Kaylee begins to stir now as she takes her time recovering from the high impact move that hurt her, but hurt Iris more.]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee finally moving. How she is moving I am not too sure.
Shane Propone: Tough bitch that's why!
Nicholas Rowe: Why are they always "bitches" to you?
Shane Propone: Would you prefer hos?
[Kaylee now stands over Iris and peels her off the fallen rail as the trash can is dented to hell. She walks her towards the ring and slides her in under the ropes. Kaylee follows not noticing that Iris grabbed the top of the trash can off the side of the apron on her way back into the ring.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris has that trash can but she's laying down on it, and Kaylee didn't notice her grabbing it when she tossed her back into the ring. I don't think she saw the trash can lid at all!
Shane Propone: That's smart right there Nicky. Iris knows what she's doing!
[Kaylee slides into the ring and walks over to Iris, bending over to pick her off the mat but as she does Iris slides the trash can lid into her hands and brings it up, hitting Kaylee right in the face with it.]
Shane Propone: WHOA! I heard that one over here!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Me too!!!
Shane Propone: Quit agreeing with me!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Shut up!!!!
[Kaylee stumbles back as Iris crawls on all fours and chops Kaylee down to the mat with a few hammerfist punches to the back of the thigh area. Iris down on all fours and Kaylee on one knee, Iris rears her head back and with a sickening impact connects with a headbutt to the temple of Kaylee turner who immediately goes down as Iris drapes over her for the cover.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris Galiver going for the win right here after that vicious headbutt!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE!!!! KAYLEE KICKS OUT!
Shane Propone: Gonna take more than that tonight to put one of these two away tonight. But that was the best headbutt I've seen since I read the Kama Sutra and me and this girl went back to her dorm room and--
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee barely kicking out, she was already seeing stars from the trash can to the head, then she gets crushed with Iris' head to her temple, I'm surprised she not out cold.
[Iris Galiver picks up Kaylee Turner and lays her out in a stiff suplex onto the floor. She follows up by delivering a heavy leg drop right on Turner's chest. Kaylee's body bounces as Iris giggles insanely. She is so loud the camera picks up on her obnoxious giggle. Iris lifts Kaylee back up and kicks her in the gut. As she topples over Iris grabs Turner's head between her legs in a standing headscissors.]
Nicholas Rowe: IRIS' INSOLENCE?!!
Shane Propone: Not quite yet!!!!
[She is about to hit Iris' Insolence on her but Kaylee hits her knees and grabs Iris down, slamming her headfirst into the concrete. Iris kicks and screams but Kaylee does not seem to care. She grabs Iris and kicks her right between the legs!!! Iris screams in pain as Kaylee laughs to herself. She hits her knees and hooks Iris' leg.]
Nicholas Rowe: This could be it!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!
THR... IRIS KICKS OUT!!!!
Shane Propone: THAT WAS TOO CLOSE!!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee Turner now grabbing Iris up and she hits her in the face!!! Blood is just splattering all over the place!!! Kaylee throws Iris onto our table... MY GOD!!! THEY'RE COMING UP HERE!!!!
[Nicholas panics as Kaylee scrambles on top of Iris Galiver. The two brawl on top of the table. Iris gets the upperhand and slaps Kaylee across the face so hard it can be heard across the arena. Iris then clamps down over Kaylee's neck and begins to strangle her!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee and Iris on top of the table!!! They're too close!!! I wish they'd move!!!
Shane Propone: SHUT UP!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee's body is twitching it has been through so much. What the hell is Iris Galiver doing!!!
[The crowd doesn't know what to do as the insane Iris Galiver begins wrapping her body in loose barbed wire she found underneath the ring. Iris wraps it is around her arms and legs, cutting herself in the process, but not really giving a damn as she is about to do some serious damage on her opponent. She giggles and jumps up and down as she ascends into the ring and presses herself against the ropes.]
Nicholas Rowe: WHAT IS SHE DOING!!!!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Nicholas Rowe: IRIS WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA ONTO THE TABLE!!!!!!!!! RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!!!!! THE TABLE HAS JUST BROKEN!!!!!
Shane Propone: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! THEY CAN NEITHER ONE MOVE!!! THEY'RE BOTH TANGLED UP IN THIS DAMN BARBED WIRE!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: I've never seen something so chaotic.
Shane Propone: The official checking on both women... they're out cold. They're both out cold. I told you someone would die tonight!!!
Nicholas Rowe: NO ONE IS DEAD!
Shane Propone: ...YET!!!
*DINGDINGDING!*
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN BOTH WOMEN ARE UNABLE TO CONTINUE IN THIS MATCH!!! THE OFFICIAL HAS STOPPED THE CONTEST!!!!
[WICKED BOOS FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!]
Crowd: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
Nicholas Rowe: Here come the EMTs!!! I don't think Kaylee or Iris can either one move. Look at them laying here in front of us. It's crazy!!! The EMTs are going to have to cut that barbed wire off them!!!
Shane Propone: And they're doing it now. I think Iris may be coming to. If she wakes up and sees these people she's going to go off.
[Iris Galiver's eyes flutter open. She screams to the top of her lungs and begins pushing people off her. Iris begins rolling around. She grabs a Kaylee who lays beside her, also finally coming to. Iris fights through the barbwire and grabs Kaylee by the hair. She and Kaylee roll off of the table. Kaylee is on top of Iris now, almost choking her to death. The EMTs pull the two women apart who are still seemingly out of it. Blood is streaming down both their arms, legs, neck and face. Iris screams, wanting more of the chaos but security has finally taken them apart. Nicholas Rowe stands there in disbelief.]
Nicholas Rowe: Wow... just wow. They're going to get us a new booth up here and we're going to continue with the show.
Shane Propone: I'm still in shock.
Nicholas Rowe: We now go to Kennedy Michelle who's backstage with Diamond Division Champion DeedDee Summers!
Nicholas Rowe: Iris Galiver proving to be the sick and twisted wrestler she's been billed to be. Kaylee using the butt end of the chair to bust open Iris' forehead and Iris acting like this is an everyday ocurence.
Shane Propone: Licking the blood off your own face? This is awesome!
Nicholas Rowe: It's certainly something...that's for sure.
[Iris grabs Kaylee off the floor of the outside and hoists her into a bear hug like position. Except instead of locking in a bear hug she runs towards the guard rail and right before impact loosens her hands as Kaylee goes crashing into the guard rail back first. The guard rail falls over with the impact as the ACE crowd around the two wrestlers go crazy.]
Nicholas Rowe: These two women are crazy!!!
Shane Propone: Crazy does not describe Iris Galiver nor does it even begin to describe that weirdo Kaylee Turner.
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee isn't weird, she's just different. She doesn't like many people.
Shane Propone: I hate everyone. Especially you.
Nicholas Rowe: I hate you more!!!
[Security comes in and backs them off as Iris stands over Kaylee a twisted smile on her face. She admires her work for a few more seconds before she looks around herself and goes fishing under the ring, looking for more weapons to do damage with.]
Nicholas Rowe: With these two, I'm almost hoping that there's bandages and bubble wrap under that ring.
Shane Propone: Oh please, I'm hoping for gasoline, matches and panes of glass! Plus you know that ACE isn't stupid, they put weapons under the ring in anticipation of this match. You're not going to let these two have a No Disqualification match and not give them tools to get the job done.
Nicholas Rowe: Unfortunately you're right Shane. I just hope this doesn't get too out of hand.
[Iris finally finds something she likes or at least something period as she pulls out a metal trash can. She turns around to find Kaylee turner waiting and Kaylee leaps forward connecting with a vicious spear that crashes Iris' spine into the side of the ring with violent impact. She doesn't drop the trash can however as she herself falls into a heap on the outside!!!]
Shane Propone: She's down and out!!!
[Kaylee wasting no time, drags her over to the downed guard rail. Kaylee looks around for a second before running back and sliding into the ring heading up on the top turnbuckle and looking down at Iris Galiver who is still down hurt from the spear against the side of the ring, her hands still grasping the trash can infront of her]
Nicholas Rowe: What the hell is Kaylee Turner doing on the top rope? That's a LONG jump!
Shane Propone: No risk, no reward Rowe!
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee leaps.......
[HUGE SPOT POP!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee with a flying elbow off the top rope landing onto the trash can right into the chest and collar bone area of Iris Galiver!
Shane Propone: HIGH REWARD! I love these two. I don't know if anyone has ever died in the ring before but if I had to bet on someone I'd put Iris first and Kaylee shortly after. These two are like crash test dummies the way the throw themselves around.
Nicholas Rowe: That's what worries me about this match...
[The improvised move takes something out of Kaylee too as she rolls off Iris after the impact both women hurting, the Board Walk hall crowd all standing now as the intensity of this one is being kicked up with each move. Referee Joel Edwards just standing there looking on as there's nothing he can do with this being a No Disqualification match and all pinfalls must occur in the ring, and there's obviously no count outs. Kaylee begins to stir now as she takes her time recovering from the high impact move that hurt her, but hurt Iris more.]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee finally moving. How she is moving I am not too sure.
Shane Propone: Tough bitch that's why!
Nicholas Rowe: Why are they always "bitches" to you?
Shane Propone: Would you prefer hos?
[Kaylee now stands over Iris and peels her off the fallen rail as the trash can is dented to hell. She walks her towards the ring and slides her in under the ropes. Kaylee follows not noticing that Iris grabbed the top of the trash can off the side of the apron on her way back into the ring.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris has that trash can but she's laying down on it, and Kaylee didn't notice her grabbing it when she tossed her back into the ring. I don't think she saw the trash can lid at all!
Shane Propone: That's smart right there Nicky. Iris knows what she's doing!
[Kaylee slides into the ring and walks over to Iris, bending over to pick her off the mat but as she does Iris slides the trash can lid into her hands and brings it up, hitting Kaylee right in the face with it.]
Shane Propone: WHOA! I heard that one over here!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Me too!!!
Shane Propone: Quit agreeing with me!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Shut up!!!!
[Kaylee stumbles back as Iris crawls on all fours and chops Kaylee down to the mat with a few hammerfist punches to the back of the thigh area. Iris down on all fours and Kaylee on one knee, Iris rears her head back and with a sickening impact connects with a headbutt to the temple of Kaylee turner who immediately goes down as Iris drapes over her for the cover.]
Nicholas Rowe: Iris Galiver going for the win right here after that vicious headbutt!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE!!!! KAYLEE KICKS OUT!
Shane Propone: Gonna take more than that tonight to put one of these two away tonight. But that was the best headbutt I've seen since I read the Kama Sutra and me and this girl went back to her dorm room and--
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee barely kicking out, she was already seeing stars from the trash can to the head, then she gets crushed with Iris' head to her temple, I'm surprised she not out cold.
[Iris Galiver picks up Kaylee Turner and lays her out in a stiff suplex onto the floor. She follows up by delivering a heavy leg drop right on Turner's chest. Kaylee's body bounces as Iris giggles insanely. She is so loud the camera picks up on her obnoxious giggle. Iris lifts Kaylee back up and kicks her in the gut. As she topples over Iris grabs Turner's head between her legs in a standing headscissors.]
Nicholas Rowe: IRIS' INSOLENCE?!!
Shane Propone: Not quite yet!!!!
[She is about to hit Iris' Insolence on her but Kaylee hits her knees and grabs Iris down, slamming her headfirst into the concrete. Iris kicks and screams but Kaylee does not seem to care. She grabs Iris and kicks her right between the legs!!! Iris screams in pain as Kaylee laughs to herself. She hits her knees and hooks Iris' leg.]
Nicholas Rowe: This could be it!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!
THR... IRIS KICKS OUT!!!!
Shane Propone: THAT WAS TOO CLOSE!!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee Turner now grabbing Iris up and she hits her in the face!!! Blood is just splattering all over the place!!! Kaylee throws Iris onto our table... MY GOD!!! THEY'RE COMING UP HERE!!!!
[Nicholas panics as Kaylee scrambles on top of Iris Galiver. The two brawl on top of the table. Iris gets the upperhand and slaps Kaylee across the face so hard it can be heard across the arena. Iris then clamps down over Kaylee's neck and begins to strangle her!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee and Iris on top of the table!!! They're too close!!! I wish they'd move!!!
Shane Propone: SHUT UP!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Kaylee's body is twitching it has been through so much. What the hell is Iris Galiver doing!!!
[The crowd doesn't know what to do as the insane Iris Galiver begins wrapping her body in loose barbed wire she found underneath the ring. Iris wraps it is around her arms and legs, cutting herself in the process, but not really giving a damn as she is about to do some serious damage on her opponent. She giggles and jumps up and down as she ascends into the ring and presses herself against the ropes.]
Nicholas Rowe: WHAT IS SHE DOING!!!!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Nicholas Rowe: IRIS WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA ONTO THE TABLE!!!!!!!!! RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!!!!! THE TABLE HAS JUST BROKEN!!!!!
Shane Propone: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! THEY CAN NEITHER ONE MOVE!!! THEY'RE BOTH TANGLED UP IN THIS DAMN BARBED WIRE!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: I've never seen something so chaotic.
Shane Propone: The official checking on both women... they're out cold. They're both out cold. I told you someone would die tonight!!!
Nicholas Rowe: NO ONE IS DEAD!
Shane Propone: ...YET!!!
*DINGDINGDING!*
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN BOTH WOMEN ARE UNABLE TO CONTINUE IN THIS MATCH!!! THE OFFICIAL HAS STOPPED THE CONTEST!!!!
[WICKED BOOS FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!]
Crowd: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
Nicholas Rowe: Here come the EMTs!!! I don't think Kaylee or Iris can either one move. Look at them laying here in front of us. It's crazy!!! The EMTs are going to have to cut that barbed wire off them!!!
Shane Propone: And they're doing it now. I think Iris may be coming to. If she wakes up and sees these people she's going to go off.
[Iris Galiver's eyes flutter open. She screams to the top of her lungs and begins pushing people off her. Iris begins rolling around. She grabs a Kaylee who lays beside her, also finally coming to. Iris fights through the barbwire and grabs Kaylee by the hair. She and Kaylee roll off of the table. Kaylee is on top of Iris now, almost choking her to death. The EMTs pull the two women apart who are still seemingly out of it. Blood is streaming down both their arms, legs, neck and face. Iris screams, wanting more of the chaos but security has finally taken them apart. Nicholas Rowe stands there in disbelief.]
Nicholas Rowe: Wow... just wow. They're going to get us a new booth up here and we're going to continue with the show.
Shane Propone: I'm still in shock.
Nicholas Rowe: We now go to Kennedy Michelle who's backstage with Diamond Division Champion DeedDee Summers!
[Cut to the backstage area where Kennedy Michelle Chambers is standing by with the Diamond Division Champion, DeeDee Summers. While Kennedy is her usual dolled up self, DeeDee's stunning looks always steal the show away from KMC, her long blonde flowing hair and her drop dead gorgeous baby blue eyes just the melt of the heart of anyone. DeeDee has her title belt up on her shoulder and she is already wearing her ring gear.]
KMC: DeeDee, let me be the first to ask you this... like, how are you feeling tonight about the main event match and everything going into it?
[DeeDee pauses and thinks about it, an actual hard hitting question from KMC!]
DeeDee Summers: I'm feeling... well, to be honest... I'm not feeling all that great about the tag team match here tonight. So much is going on here in Atlantic City right now that it's tough to keep up with who is who and what is what, pretty exciting times. But, one thing is for sure there is no love lost between myself and my tag team partner Dabello Rage.
[Again DeeDee pauses, this time she switches her title belt to the opposite shoulder giving us all a nice good look at that the impressive belt.]
DeeDee Summers: Many people said she had me last week, she was about to put the finishing touches on me and take away my title belt. Yeah, I've heard the chatter and honestly, I can't say for sure that they were wrong.
Maybe she had me beat. Maybe she thinks so, and maybe tonight I'm just walking right into a trap hatched by her and our esteemed owner.
[KMC pulls back the microphone.]
KMC: So, you're saying you think Dabello and "Sensuous" Samantha are up to something?
[DeeDee nods.]
DeeDee Summers: I honestly have no idea, Kennedy. It just seems like everyone is out to get right me now, Rage, Samantha, and even Mallory Adroit. This title belt here is a target, a big old red target painted on my back.
[KMC butts in on that one.]
KMC: Speaking of, did you happen to catch Mallory last week?
[Brace for it. Brace for it.]
DeeDee Summers: Oh, I most certainly did. And because of Mallory, I have been told that my offer to help out with Habitat For Humanity would no longer be considered. It seems that the tactics some people around here are willing to go to get noticed go beyond the normal.
At least I can say that Dabello, and we all know what type of person Dabello is, at least she took me on in the middle of the ring. Where does that put you Mal? Is that the type of person you want to be?
That's fine. You wanted my attention, Mal? You got it.
[DeeDee pauses and that gives KMC a chance to chime in.]
KMC: Soooo, how angry does that make you? I mean, you're not like super angry are you?
[DeeDee knows exactly where this one is going.]
DeeDee Summers: Nope, not angry. Disappointed. But, tonight we're going to get to see exactly what becomes of it... we're going to get to see Mallory exposed for what she is when she steps into that ring with me!
DeeDee Summers.
Your Diamond Division Champion.
[And with that DeeDee holds the title up in the air and we fade back to ringside.]
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Nicholas Rowe: Strong words from the Diamond Division Champion, DeeDee Summers.
Shane Propone: She'll have the opportunity later tonight to back those words up, and I can't wait to see Mallory pay for running her mouth!
Amy Roland: THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A CAGE MATCH!!!
[CROWD POP!!!]
["Away" by Breaking Benjamin blasts over the loudspeakers. "The Great" flashes on the ACEtron on and off as Ursula the Great comes from the back. She very slowly and deliberately walks down the ramp, casting ominous glares at the fans as she passes them by. There is no fan fair, no flare, just all business. Ursula wears a pair of camouflage battle dress uniform cargo pants with a matching print bikini top. She completes her look with black combat boots. Arriving at ringside, Ursula slides over the apron and under the ropes, quickly hopping to her feet. She glares at the crowd with hatred in her eyes and contempt on her face...]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO, STANDING AT 6 FEET TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS...
URSUUUUULAAAAA THEEEEEEEE GREEEEEEEEAAAAAAATTTTTT!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula the Great looking stronger and stronger as each week goes on. We're going to really see what she's made of tonight as she'll battle Melinda Rhodes in a Last Woman Standing Cage Match.
Shane Propone: Well, I wouldn't want to be either woman in this match. Ursula is built like a tank and Melinda Rhodes has been known for her ability to dish out and withstand punishment.
# SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME!
[The arena lights black out...]
# DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOOVVVEE A BAD NAME!
# F****CK YAAAOOOUUUU!!!
[In perfect timing with the opening guitar riffs, A row of pyro columns explode into brilliant white sparks that rain down on the corrugated steel illuminating a single curvaceous figure standing in the middle of it with her hands on her hips. The lights come back to full intensity as Atreyu's cover of "You Give Love a Bad Name" continues to play out over the house speaker, revealing more of that figure. She has long raven black hair with blond highlights, lips painted to a satin red finish, thick black liner and smokey eye shadow surrounding almost hypnotic brown eyes, and an edgy smile that grabs your attention almost as much as her tattoo covered body does. Tonight, she's dressed all in black- leather vest, tight fitting leather pants, matched heeled wrestling boots, knee pads, and armbands. In her right hand is that baseball bat, which she promptly points at Ursula...]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN AT 156 POUNDS...
MMMMEELLLLINDAAAA RRRRHOOOODDDDDDEEESSSSSS!!!
[BIG TIME FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda in a sprint now heading towards the ring! She's not wasting any time!
[Melinda breaks into a mad dash for the ring, quickly sliding under the ropes. She hops to her feet and gives the ball bat a swing that finds it's mark, in Ursula's hands. Melinda's eyes widen in shock as Ursula rips the ball bat from her hand, flinging it out of the ring with a loud clatter!]
Nicholas Rowe: And the bat goes FLYING!!
Shane Propone: Along with Melinda's one key advantage!!! [Before the surprise wears off, Ursula locks a hand around Melinda's throat, lifts her up and slings her bodily into the nearest turnpost! There she visibly slumps in the corner, perhaps wondering what she's just signed herself up for...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula takes full advantage of The ACE Rebel's distraction, going for the throat and throwing her like a rag doll into the nearby corner!
[The cage lowers around them, Ursula's face twisting into an evil smile as she rubs her hands together...]
Shane Propone: Her smile is more unnerving than her pissed off face... [Ursula throws her muscular arms out to her sides and roars at Melinda!]
Ursula: TIME TO DIE!!!!! COME OOOOONNNN!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!*
[Standing outside the cage, referee Grant presiding. Melinda shoves out of the corner and comes at Ursula full speed! In a surprise move, Ursula jumps up and Melinda right into a solid dropkick that drops the raven haired brawler flat on her back!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula revealing more surprises with one hellacious dropkick that just catches Rhodes right in the face.
Shane Propone: Ow, chipped teeth make for terrible blow...
Nicholas Rowe: Shut it, Shane!
[Gritting her teeth, she rolls over on a hand and both knees, holding the side of her face that took the brunt of the blow. Ursula circles Melinda for a moment before rearing her leg back and booting her hard in the ribs with enough impact to lift Melinda off the canvas by a foot and rolling onto her side, curling up and clutching her gut as she lets out several whooping coughs. Ursula smiles down at her prey, yelling at her over the crowd...]
Nicholas Rowe: Good GOD what a kick!!! Ursula: I DON'T NEED WEAPONS, I AM A WEAPON!!!
Shane Propone: You heard it people, she's a weapon, and I think she's nuclear!
[She then runs at Melinda, rearing her boot up for a vicious stomp to the head. The ACE Rebel rolls out of harms way in the bare nick of time, that heel clomping down on the canvas with a forceful thump! Quickly getting to her feet, she hops into the nearby set of ropes, bounces off of them and catches her square in the face with an impressive springboard clothesline! Amazingly, Ursula doesn't even drop, merely staggering back and clutching her jaw.]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula certainly is a weapon! She also seems to be bullet proof as Melinda unleashed a very nice springboard clothesline and Ursula acting as if a rain drop hit her.
Shane Propone: I've seen you react worse to rain drops Rowe. You get out your little Hello Kitty Umbrella and pray it stops.
Nicholas Rowe: I do not have a Hello Kitty umbrella, and I was wearing a silk tie. I didn't want the rain to ruin it!
[Melinda gets to her feet and runs at Ursula who goes for a high clothesline that is easily ducked. Ursula turns just in time for Melinda to rebound off the ropes behind her, leap up, hook her legs around the strong woman's head, and finally take her off her feet with a head scissor whip! On impact, Ursula tucks and rolls to a stand, shaking her head and blinking her eyes as if dizzied.]
Nicholas Rowe: A whicked Headscissor throw by Melinda seems to have disoriented the monster!
Shane Propone: I think she just got up too fast to be perfectly honest.
[Mel rushes in behind Ursula, hooks her into a rear waistlock, and falls back, putting Ursula down with a solid Back Body Drop. The Strong woman rises seconds after Melinda to be caught in a release armdrag that sends her for a hard landing on her hips. Once more, she gets to her feet, shaking it off only to be caught by Melinda yet again, this time in a running single-hand faceplant that drops her down to the canvas!]
Nicholas Rowe: And from that, Ursula walks right into the losing end of a move exchange against the faster, more agile Melinda Rhodes!
[Growling, Ursula does a push up, hopping to her feet as Melinda rebounds off the ropes again. She's clearly ready this time, catching Melinda in mid leap by the throat and brutally driving her to the canvas with a steep Chokeslam! Melinda lays there for a moment, stunned as Ursula takes a few steps back...]
Shane Propone: Did you see the height she got off that!!
Nicholas Rowe: What a chokeslam! Ursula went against Melinda's Momentum and just dropped her to the canvas with a vicious impact right on the neck!!!
[Ursula then walks forward, throws an elbow out, and drives it right into Melinda's abdomen. The ACE Rebel jerks into a sit up, then rolls over onto her knees with a groan. Ursula yells at her once more...]
Ursula: GET UP LITTLE GIRL!!! GET UP!!!! DID I HURT THE LITTLE PRINCESS?! YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!!
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula continuing with the upper-hand in this match. Predicting Melinda's moves, dishing out punishment. I think Melinda is in for more than she bargained for.
Shane Propone: She went into Samantha's office and said that if she couldn't beat Ursula, Samantha could pick six wrestlers to put Melinda against in a six on one handicapped match! I wonder who those six are going to be?
Nicholas Rowe: It's not looking good for Melinda right now, but I wouldn't count her out just yet Shane.
[Gritting her teeth in anger, Melinda slowly begins to rise, only to catch a running boot to the face from Ursula that rolls her right onto her back!]
Nicholas Rowe: Another boot to the head, Ursula seemingly out to give her a massive concussion.
[Melinda once again, rolls onto her knees, shaking her head as she tries to sort the cobwebs out. Ursula yells at her again!]
Ursula: YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!! PATHETIC!!! NO WONDER DADDY HATES YOU!!!!
[Before Ursula could even react, Melinda was on her with a burst of adrenaline and anger. She hammered Ursula's face with vicious, damaging blows that drove the strong woman back into the cage wall. Desperately, Ursula shoves Mel back, but the ACE Rebel back rolls to her feet, and rushes in to deliver more punishment, driving the strong woman to her knees! Once there, Melinda began battering her ribs and torso with brutal kicks until finally, Ursula dropped to the canvas. Erik Grant moves in close, looking from the outside of the ring...]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda using her aggressive anger that we've been seeing flashes of to get the upper-hand now. She rocked Ursula with a barrage of fists and feet to bring the muscular giant down.
Shane Propone: The referee Erik Grant is beginning the count. Melinda should cross her fingers and grab her rabbit's foot in hopes that this monster doesn't get back up.
[He begins counting.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWWWOOOOO!!!!
[Melinda steps back, dropping to her knees as she takes in several fast, deep breaths to try and calm down.]
TTTHHHHRRRRREEEEE!!!!
[Ursula's arm twitches.]
FFFFOOOOUUUUUURRRRR!!!!
[She moves her arm and starts to push up off the canvas...]
FFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVEEEE!!!
[...Ursula grabs the bottom second rope and begins pulling herself up, Melinda quickly rises to her feet and motions for the Rhodes Kill. The count is ended when Ursula rises to a full stand and turns to face Melinda...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula won't stay down, but if Melinda hits the Rhodes Kill, it could be all over for her!
[Launching herself across the ring, Melinda goes for the spear and Misses, Ursula side stepping and letting Melinda go head first right into the cage wall, the entire thing giving away against the impact! Melinda rolls with the cage wall and hits, back first, into the security rail. Blood quickly comes rushing from a split on the very top of her head, which she clutches, kicking her leg as the worst kind of agony shoots down her spine!]
Nicholas Rowe: Holy S...Wow! Melinda going for that spear of hers The Rhodes Kill and Ursula again ready for what she was bringing, moved out of the way and Melinda crashing into cage as it gave out spilling her onto the rail! She's busted open as the blood pours out from her forehead.
Shane Propone: Typical woman, bleeding incessantly. I bet it doesn't stop for at least six or seven days.
Nicholas Rowe: ...that's disgusting Shane. Melinda looks in rough shape as Ursula inside the ring has blood on her nose. This match is taking things up a notch even from earlier on.
[Ursula wipes the blood from her nose, her left eye beginning to swell from the pummeling her face had recieved just moments before as she surveys the damage to Melinda. A frightening grin spreads across her face as she slips through the ropes and steps out onto the broken cage wall, both women now outside of the cage...]
Shane Propone: She's like a shark smelling blood in the water, Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: Indeed, Ursula now moves in for the kill!
[She gathers Melinda up by the throat, a streak of blood quickly running down the ACE Rebel's face, and then slings her bodily into the ring apron, Mel's upper back slamming hard into the pipe rail bottom of the steel cage! Melinda falls to her knees with a grimace, hissing between clenched teeth with her back arched in pain.]
Nicholas Rowe: That cannot be good for your spinal alignment!
[Grabbing Mel by the face, Ursula proceeds to smash the back of her head repeatedly into that pipe railing. Over and over she smashes her head until blood begins running down the back of Melinda's neck, indicating a second split. She then flings Mel down, points to the ref and makes the demand...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula taking it to Melinda now, already bleeding from the collapsing cage Ursula making sure that Melinda takes as much punishment as possible.
Shane Propone: I love this Rowe. Ursula laying more pipe than Mr. Beautiful! Of course by that I mean myself!
Nicholas Rowe: Of course, Ursula looks to want a count now as she's taken a break from slamming Melinda's head against the pipe rail.
Ursula: START COUNTING... NOW!!!!
[Referee Grant begins the count...]
ONE!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!
[Melinda's body convulses a bit, her head moving around...]
FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Ursula squats down over Melinda and spits on the back of her head. Melinda's leg kicks...]
Nicholas Rowe: What blatant disrespect by Ursula!
Shane Propone: Yeah, and it's Kinda' hot too!
FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Her hand moves, her head lifting a little bit...]
SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Pressing her palms to the floor, Melinda pushes up on shakey arms!]
[FACE POP!!!]
Crowd: RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!
[The fans cheering her own seemed to give her more energy while angering Ursula at the same time. With a snarl, she moves in and boots Melinda in the ribs, shocking her back to full consciousness and breaking the 10 count!]
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Those ribs have got to be SCREAMING in pain right now!
Shane Propone: I'd just be screaming if Ursula was simply mad at me, let alone kicking me!
[She gathers Melinda up by that now blood soaked dark hair, Mel's face a half mask of crimson, and belts her in the stomach. Quickly straddling the back of her head, Ursula turns them towards the downed cage wall, and points at it with both fingers. Just as she dips down to wrap her arms around Melinda's waist, the ACE Rebel comes to life, countering with a lifting Back Body drop that not so gently deposits the strong woman head first upon that cage wall!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: The match turning for Rhodes here as she not only escapes the ten count, but she counters Ursula and gives her a face full of the cage!
Shane Propone: These two are tasting more metal then teenagers with bad teeth. I bet you were a brace face yourself Rowe. I can just picture you with your braces spitting and drooling all over the place, crying about not being able to eat certain foods.
Nicholas Rowe: I did have braces Shane, and I didn't complain very often, thank you. I think Melinda is coming over here, she seems to still be seeing stars.
[Melinda stumbles forward, draping herself across the announce table, her heavy, labored breathing could be heard over the commentary microphones just inches away from her. She suddenly smiles at Shane Propone...]
Shane Propone: I 'm in room 408 baby, how's about after the show we ...
[...Then slaps him across the face with enough force to knock him out of his chair!]
[EVEN BIGGER FACE POP!!!]
Shane Propone: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Nicholas Rowe: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
[Pushing off the table, she's finds Ursula getting to her feet while clutching the top of her head. With a wild cry, Melinda rushes her with a basic tackle, lifting her up and drilling her yet again into that fallen cage wall with a falling Spine Buster! On impact, she rises, grabs Ursula's legs, rolls her onto her belly, crosses them at the ankles, and squats down to lock in the Sharp Shooter! Ursula cries out in agony as she finds herself locked tight!]
Shane Propone: A SHARP SHOOTER? Who taught her that!
Nicholas Rowe: Who cares, she has Ursula locked down!
[For several seconds, Ursula struggles in the hold, trying to find leverage or an opening. She begins finding it harder and harder to concentrate as the pain starts to overtake her...]
Nicholas Rowe: Just so the folks at home know, this was changed at the last minute to a Last Woman Standing match, by our boss, Sensous Samantha Bevins....
[Referee Grant stands by the two, unable and unwilling to intervene....]
Nicholas Rowe: ...and as such, this match can only be won when one of these two women stop moving.
[Ursula plants her palms to the floor, closes her eyes, and tenses every muscle in her body..]
Shane Propone: And I really don't think either one of them will stop 'til they are dead!
[...Melinda fights with every ounce of her might as Ursula pushes up and begins forcing her legs forward. Ursula starts growling, the growling building gradually...]
Nicholas Rowe: Bad things happen when that woman growls!
[...Until finally building into a full on roar as she forces Melinda out of the hold by sheer power and force of will! Melinda is sent stumbling forward, dropping to her knees. Ursula rolls onto her back, her hands going to the most stretched of the two thighs to try and rub feeling back into the leg!]
Nicholas Rowe: Not many can break the Sharp Shooter using that particular method!
Shane Propone: God, I bet she's like Femke Jenssen in bed!
Nicholas Rowe: What?
Shane Propone: Oh come on, you've never watched Golden Eye?
[Meanwhile, Melinda was found climbing atop the Commentator's table, crouched low and ignoring Propone's comments about her shapely rear in his face. She leaps from the table, flipping forward for a Senton Splash....]
Melinda: AAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!
[...But Ursula had other ideas, quickly rolling to one side and letting Melinda crash and burn against the unforgiving chain links!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda trying to cement the match in one fell swoop with the Senton Splash, but ended up crashing against the chain cage!
Shane Propone: Serves her right! I was just merely making a suggestion on what she could do since she was down by my groin area and she hit me Rowe, she hit me!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, quite frankly I'm surprised that it hasn't happened before...there have been many occasions where I thought youwere going to eat a face full of fist from someone on the roster.
Shane Propone: I'm not used to this Nicky, I'm used to eating a face full of---
Nicholas Rowe [cutting him off]: Ursula back in control here as she goes over to Melinda...
[Gathering Melinda up by that leather vest, Ursula rises to a stand and powerlifts Melinda over her head! She walks her towards the Commentator's table. She then flings Melinda down, belly first, across the table. To keep her stunned, Ursula grabs Melinda's head and quickly slams her bloodied face down upon it.]
Shane Propone: We might want to move Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: I'm hardly inclined to disagree!!!!
[As Rowe and Propone clear the area, Ursula climbs onto the table with Melinda and lifts her up, placing her head between her legs. Dipping down, she wraps her arms around Mel's waist, pulls her into the piledriver position, throws her legs out, and drops, Melinda going skull first through the table as it caves under the force of their combined weight dropping down upon it!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda just got drilled through our announce table!!!
Shane Propone: Son of a bitch! I was getting attatched to that table too! What happened to the Spanish Announce table?
Nicholas Rowe: It was bound to happen to us sooner or later, Shane, let it go.
[After dislodging herself from Melinda and the table, she rises and stumbles away, a hand to her lower back. Pointing her finger at her downed foe, she yells to the Ref.]
Ursula: DO IT!
[Referee Grant starts the count....]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEE!!!!
FFFFFFFOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRR!!!!
[Ursula flexes her muscles for the crowd, which gets a unanymous...]
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Shane Propone: Oh come on! Those are beautiful muscles!
Nicholas Rowe: ...Attached to evil intentions...
FFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE!!!!!
[Melinda's body twitches slightly...]
SSSSSSIIIIIIIIXXXX!!!!
[She seems to be fighting to regain full consciouness, trying to stir herself to life. Half of her face, upper torso, and upper back covered in blood that still flows from the split on the back of her head, and the split that has now become a gash on her forehead.]
SSSSEEEEVVVVVEEEENNNNN!!!!
[Melinda's arm lifts, her fingers curling into a fist as the crowd begins to cheer her own.]
LET'S GO REB-EL!!!*
*CLAP~CLAP~CLA~CLA~CLAP!*
*LET'S GO REB-EL!!!*
*CLAP~CLAP~CLA~CLA~CLAP!*
EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHTTT! !!!
Nicholas Rowe: The crowd clearly rallying Melinda for the comeback, and it seems to be working!
[Melinda sits up in the wreckage, her head bobbing back and forth, but clearly she wasn't all there yet....]
[FACE POP!]
[The crowd's reaction sets Ursula off and she runs at Melinda, throwing a boot to the side of her head before the Referee could effectively get the number 9 out of his lips. The count broken, Ursula gathers Mel up by that bloody hair, and pulls her out of the wreckage...]
Shane Propone: WHAT ARE YOU DOING URSIE?!!! She couldn't have possibly gotten up before the count of 10!!
Nicholas Rowe: It's not about winning anymore to Ursula, she is clearly tired of being abused by the fans.
[And gets a blood mist sprayed in her face by Melinda that gets right in Ursula's eyes. The powerhouse staggers back, clutching at her eyes and letting out a cry of pain as she rubs furiously at them!]
Nicholas Rowe: Blood mist in the eyes! Ursula is blinded!!
Shane Propone: Hasn't that bitch heard of hepatitis B?
[Staggering a bit on her feet for a moment, Melinda quickly moves in behind Ursula, grabs her by the top of her head, throws her legs out, and drops, driving the back of Ursula's head into the hard concrete floor!]
Nicholas Rowe: What an impact on solid concrete! That's as bad, if not worse, than falling on the chain link cage section!
[Ursula rolls onto her side, clutching the back of her neck. Melinda lays nearby on the floor, panting with desperate gasps for air. Very slowly, she pushes herself to a stand. At the same time, Ursula rolls onto her knees, a palm to the floor.]
Shane Propone: Down, but clearly not out!!
[...The two rise to a stand and Ursula immediately takes a swing at Melinda. Her head rocks to the right, her arms swaying limply at her sides, but her legs refused to buckle! Melinda turns and throws a fist into Ursula's face, the muscular woman having a similar reaction. The two trade blows like this back and forth, neither woman dropping...]
Nicholas Rowe: These two are out of options and fighting on nothing but anger and adrenaline, dropping bombs back and forth!
Shane Propone: ...and look at their boobs sway...
Nicholas Rowe: ...Yup, he'd gone too long without an immature comment...
[Until Melinda spins around and cracks Ursula with a brutal right hand that sends her falling back into the cage wall, her fingers clawing into it to keep standing!]
Nicholas Rowe: Can you guys hear me? Ok good, sorry folks had to leave the announcers table and good thing we did, as we're standing now as our table has turned into kindling here due to the massive impact of Melinda Rhodes being viciously piledriven through the table!
Shane Propone: I don't mind standing Rowe, I can do it in any position. I can also commentate without sitting down. See what I did there Rowe?
Nicholas Rowe: Yes, very clever play on words Shane. Meanwhile Melinda gathering herself with the aid of the cage is on her feet and ready to go!
[Melinda brings her fists up, and motions for Ursula to bring it!]
[FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda wants more!! [Ursula pushes off of the cage wall, anger flashing in her eyes as she rushes at Melinda. She's caught with a solid jab right in the nose that practically breaks it, blood pouring freely down "The Great's" Face! She follows up with vicious left hook and a right cross combination that drops Ursula to the floor!]
[HUUUGE FACE POP!!!!]
Shane Propone: This has gone from Wrestling, to Hardcore, to boxing... What gives Nickles?
[However, before the Referee can issue a one count, Ursula rolls over onto her hands and knees, shaking the cobwebs from her head...]
[IMPRESSIVE RECOVERY POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Say what you will about Ursula "The Great", but she definitely defines what it means to be tough.
[With shaky arms, she pushes herself to a stand, her eyes burning holes in Melinda now. She makes a vain attempt to wipe the massive amounts of blood flowing from her obviously broken nose. She backs up away from Mel, her foe walking with her as they step around the ring now....]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda stalking Ursula... Wait a minute, why would she be backing away?
Shane Propone: They've been wrestling for awhile now, maybe Mel's startin' to work up a stink?
[Ursula stops at the ring steps, quickly gathering the top half and ripping it from the apron! With a mighty roar, she heaves the aluminum stairs roughly 8 feet away, Melinda diving for cover to avoid them, a Camera man instead being rocked right off his feet and knocked out cold!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula coming within inches of taking out Melinda with the ring stairs! Instead we're down a camera man.
Shane Propone: Down a camera man, an announce table, a cage. "Sensuous" Samantha going to be fitting quite the bill tonight! I don't think it matters though as long as Melinda Rhodes is beaten and bloodied.
Nicholas Rowe: The power of Ursula the Great is on display here tonight, she tossed those ring steps like they were a bag of groceries!
[As Ursula dips to grab the second set of steps, Melinda hops to her feet, a third wind clearly brought on by the sudden rush of adrenaline as she bolts full throttle towards Ursula. Dropping the shoulder, she leaps forward with a flying spear, nailing the woman with a brutal impact that sends the both of them sailing over the steps and into the floor! Melinda hops off of Ursula, dips back, and lets out a Rebel Yell for the fans!!!!]
Melinda: OOOOHHH HHHHEEEELLLLL YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! !!!!
[FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda Rhodes finally redeems the Rhodes Kill and nearly splits Ursula in half with that hellish Spear!!!
Shane Propone: I'd show her a spear she'd take and like, Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: Only if she likes her Spear to be three inches long...
Shane Propone: What tha' hell?!
[Ursula lifts her shoulder, one leg kicking as she fights still to get to her feet! Melinda turns around just in time to see Ursula on one knee! She rushes in with a punch only to get a hard elbow right in the gut that sends her staggering back! Ursula then rises, gripping Melinda by the throat and slinging her against the apron, the back of her head against the cage wall!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula just got right back up and now has Melinda in a one handed strangle hold, is thereany stopping this engine of destruction?
Shane Propone: Survey says, hell no chief!
[Melinda struggles as she's lifted off her feet and choked against the cage, fighting the monstrous strength of Ursula. Gritting her teeth, Ursula applies more and more pressure, slowly choking her opponent out!]
[HEEL JEER!]
[Ursula buckles to the side as Melinda's knee meets her ribs, followed by another knee shot, and another, until Ursula finally releases her. Melinda falls on her feet and staggers away from Ursula, clutching her throat. She drops to a kneel and is surprised to find her ball bat on the floor before her...]
[...Growling, Ursula reaches out and grabs Melinda by her hair, pulling her towards her with evil intentions. Gritting her teeth, the pain obvious in her eyes, Melinda spins around and clocks Ursula with a surprise blow to the side of her head with that ball bat!]
Shane Propone: WOAH!!! What a shot!!! Homerun!
Nicholas Rowe: That'll stir your brain pan!
[Ursula drops to one knee, Melinda pulls the bat back and hits her with another solid blow to the head! Blood pours from Ursula's temple, but the woman still doesn't go down. Instead she fights to get to a stand! Melinda drops the bat, looking on in shock....]
Nicholas Rowe: TWO SHOTS FROM A BASEBALL BAT AND URSULA STILL GETS UP!
Shane Propone: Me and Ursula have a lot in common. We always manage to get up no matter what the situation!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, I don't think Ursula is aided by little blue pills but that's for another time and place. Melinda has a look of shock on her face, she can't believe the punishment that Ursula is enduring here!
[Letting out a wild cry, she bursts forward, hooks Ursula in a 3/4th's over the shoulder face lock and drops with THE SHOT IN THE DARK!!!! She rolls onto all fours and watches on as the Referee starts the count, the crowd cheering on!]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRREEEEE!!!!
[Melinda leans against the ring apron, and slides into a seat, her face caked with blood, her eyes glazed by a state of semi-consciousness....]
FFFFOOOUUURRR!!!!
[Ursula twitches on the floor, Melinda's eyes widening in shock!]
FFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!
[The ACE Powerhouse pushes up on her palms, her arms quaking with effort!]
Nicholas Rowe: No way! How can she get up!
Shane Propone: She's Ursula "The Great", Rowe!
SSSSIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!!!
[Ursula gets up on one knee, her other leg extended completely, one palm on the floor as she glares directly at Melinda with unfocused, hazy eyes...]
SSSSEEEEEVVVVVEEEENNNNN!!!!
[Melinda rises to a stand, her back against the cage wall as she stares in absolute horror at Ursula now....]
EEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHTTTT!!! !
[Every single muscle in Ursula's body quivers with effort, only for her legs to suddenly give out. She falls to the floor, her eyes fluttering open and closed rapidly as she stares up at the ceiling!]
NNNNNNNIIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEE!!!! !
[....Ursula suddenly becomes very still, her chest barely rising now....]
TTTTEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!
[Erik Grant motions for the Bell]
Grant: KNOCK OUT!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Amy Roland: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..... MMMMMEEEEEELLLLLLIIINNNNDDDDAA AAA RRRRRHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDDEEEEESSS S!!!!
[HHHHHUUUUUGGGGEEEE FFFFAAAAAACCCEEEEE PPPPPPOPPPPPP!!!!]
[The ref holds Melinda's hand up, she nearly passing out just from relief alone! Atreyu's "You Give Love A Bad Name" hits the house P/A. EMT's began flooding ringside to take care of both women immediately....]
Nicholas Rowe: Unbelievable finish to this one! Ursula took two shots with a baseball bat AND the Shot in the Dark from Melinda Rhodes and still almost managed to get off the canvas. Melinda won the match, but Ursula definitely reached new heights here in ACE.
Shane Propone: Melinda looked like you when you see a spider in your bath tub Rowe. She couldn't believe the punishment Ursula was taking.
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda took some punishment of her own as well. She bled profusely throughout the match and continues to even as the match has come to an end. The EMT's have their work cut out for them as does the ACE Ring Crew that has to remove the cage now piece by piece as these two didn't leave much to be pulled back up above the ring!!! Let's go backstage.
[Fade to Amy Roland.]
Amy Roland: THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A CAGE MATCH!!!
[CROWD POP!!!]
["Away" by Breaking Benjamin blasts over the loudspeakers. "The Great" flashes on the ACEtron on and off as Ursula the Great comes from the back. She very slowly and deliberately walks down the ramp, casting ominous glares at the fans as she passes them by. There is no fan fair, no flare, just all business. Ursula wears a pair of camouflage battle dress uniform cargo pants with a matching print bikini top. She completes her look with black combat boots. Arriving at ringside, Ursula slides over the apron and under the ropes, quickly hopping to her feet. She glares at the crowd with hatred in her eyes and contempt on her face...]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO, STANDING AT 6 FEET TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS...
URSUUUUULAAAAA THEEEEEEEE GREEEEEEEEAAAAAAATTTTTT!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula the Great looking stronger and stronger as each week goes on. We're going to really see what she's made of tonight as she'll battle Melinda Rhodes in a Last Woman Standing Cage Match.
Shane Propone: Well, I wouldn't want to be either woman in this match. Ursula is built like a tank and Melinda Rhodes has been known for her ability to dish out and withstand punishment.
# SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME!
[The arena lights black out...]
# DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOOVVVEE A BAD NAME!
# F****CK YAAAOOOUUUU!!!
[In perfect timing with the opening guitar riffs, A row of pyro columns explode into brilliant white sparks that rain down on the corrugated steel illuminating a single curvaceous figure standing in the middle of it with her hands on her hips. The lights come back to full intensity as Atreyu's cover of "You Give Love a Bad Name" continues to play out over the house speaker, revealing more of that figure. She has long raven black hair with blond highlights, lips painted to a satin red finish, thick black liner and smokey eye shadow surrounding almost hypnotic brown eyes, and an edgy smile that grabs your attention almost as much as her tattoo covered body does. Tonight, she's dressed all in black- leather vest, tight fitting leather pants, matched heeled wrestling boots, knee pads, and armbands. In her right hand is that baseball bat, which she promptly points at Ursula...]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN AT 156 POUNDS...
MMMMEELLLLINDAAAA RRRRHOOOODDDDDDEEESSSSSS!!!
[BIG TIME FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda in a sprint now heading towards the ring! She's not wasting any time!
[Melinda breaks into a mad dash for the ring, quickly sliding under the ropes. She hops to her feet and gives the ball bat a swing that finds it's mark, in Ursula's hands. Melinda's eyes widen in shock as Ursula rips the ball bat from her hand, flinging it out of the ring with a loud clatter!]
Nicholas Rowe: And the bat goes FLYING!!
Shane Propone: Along with Melinda's one key advantage!!! [Before the surprise wears off, Ursula locks a hand around Melinda's throat, lifts her up and slings her bodily into the nearest turnpost! There she visibly slumps in the corner, perhaps wondering what she's just signed herself up for...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula takes full advantage of The ACE Rebel's distraction, going for the throat and throwing her like a rag doll into the nearby corner!
[The cage lowers around them, Ursula's face twisting into an evil smile as she rubs her hands together...]
Shane Propone: Her smile is more unnerving than her pissed off face... [Ursula throws her muscular arms out to her sides and roars at Melinda!]
Ursula: TIME TO DIE!!!!! COME OOOOONNNN!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!*
[Standing outside the cage, referee Grant presiding. Melinda shoves out of the corner and comes at Ursula full speed! In a surprise move, Ursula jumps up and Melinda right into a solid dropkick that drops the raven haired brawler flat on her back!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula revealing more surprises with one hellacious dropkick that just catches Rhodes right in the face.
Shane Propone: Ow, chipped teeth make for terrible blow...
Nicholas Rowe: Shut it, Shane!
[Gritting her teeth, she rolls over on a hand and both knees, holding the side of her face that took the brunt of the blow. Ursula circles Melinda for a moment before rearing her leg back and booting her hard in the ribs with enough impact to lift Melinda off the canvas by a foot and rolling onto her side, curling up and clutching her gut as she lets out several whooping coughs. Ursula smiles down at her prey, yelling at her over the crowd...]
Nicholas Rowe: Good GOD what a kick!!! Ursula: I DON'T NEED WEAPONS, I AM A WEAPON!!!
Shane Propone: You heard it people, she's a weapon, and I think she's nuclear!
[She then runs at Melinda, rearing her boot up for a vicious stomp to the head. The ACE Rebel rolls out of harms way in the bare nick of time, that heel clomping down on the canvas with a forceful thump! Quickly getting to her feet, she hops into the nearby set of ropes, bounces off of them and catches her square in the face with an impressive springboard clothesline! Amazingly, Ursula doesn't even drop, merely staggering back and clutching her jaw.]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula certainly is a weapon! She also seems to be bullet proof as Melinda unleashed a very nice springboard clothesline and Ursula acting as if a rain drop hit her.
Shane Propone: I've seen you react worse to rain drops Rowe. You get out your little Hello Kitty Umbrella and pray it stops.
Nicholas Rowe: I do not have a Hello Kitty umbrella, and I was wearing a silk tie. I didn't want the rain to ruin it!
[Melinda gets to her feet and runs at Ursula who goes for a high clothesline that is easily ducked. Ursula turns just in time for Melinda to rebound off the ropes behind her, leap up, hook her legs around the strong woman's head, and finally take her off her feet with a head scissor whip! On impact, Ursula tucks and rolls to a stand, shaking her head and blinking her eyes as if dizzied.]
Nicholas Rowe: A whicked Headscissor throw by Melinda seems to have disoriented the monster!
Shane Propone: I think she just got up too fast to be perfectly honest.
[Mel rushes in behind Ursula, hooks her into a rear waistlock, and falls back, putting Ursula down with a solid Back Body Drop. The Strong woman rises seconds after Melinda to be caught in a release armdrag that sends her for a hard landing on her hips. Once more, she gets to her feet, shaking it off only to be caught by Melinda yet again, this time in a running single-hand faceplant that drops her down to the canvas!]
Nicholas Rowe: And from that, Ursula walks right into the losing end of a move exchange against the faster, more agile Melinda Rhodes!
[Growling, Ursula does a push up, hopping to her feet as Melinda rebounds off the ropes again. She's clearly ready this time, catching Melinda in mid leap by the throat and brutally driving her to the canvas with a steep Chokeslam! Melinda lays there for a moment, stunned as Ursula takes a few steps back...]
Shane Propone: Did you see the height she got off that!!
Nicholas Rowe: What a chokeslam! Ursula went against Melinda's Momentum and just dropped her to the canvas with a vicious impact right on the neck!!!
[Ursula then walks forward, throws an elbow out, and drives it right into Melinda's abdomen. The ACE Rebel jerks into a sit up, then rolls over onto her knees with a groan. Ursula yells at her once more...]
Ursula: GET UP LITTLE GIRL!!! GET UP!!!! DID I HURT THE LITTLE PRINCESS?! YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!!
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula continuing with the upper-hand in this match. Predicting Melinda's moves, dishing out punishment. I think Melinda is in for more than she bargained for.
Shane Propone: She went into Samantha's office and said that if she couldn't beat Ursula, Samantha could pick six wrestlers to put Melinda against in a six on one handicapped match! I wonder who those six are going to be?
Nicholas Rowe: It's not looking good for Melinda right now, but I wouldn't count her out just yet Shane.
[Gritting her teeth in anger, Melinda slowly begins to rise, only to catch a running boot to the face from Ursula that rolls her right onto her back!]
Nicholas Rowe: Another boot to the head, Ursula seemingly out to give her a massive concussion.
[Melinda once again, rolls onto her knees, shaking her head as she tries to sort the cobwebs out. Ursula yells at her again!]
Ursula: YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!! PATHETIC!!! NO WONDER DADDY HATES YOU!!!!
[Before Ursula could even react, Melinda was on her with a burst of adrenaline and anger. She hammered Ursula's face with vicious, damaging blows that drove the strong woman back into the cage wall. Desperately, Ursula shoves Mel back, but the ACE Rebel back rolls to her feet, and rushes in to deliver more punishment, driving the strong woman to her knees! Once there, Melinda began battering her ribs and torso with brutal kicks until finally, Ursula dropped to the canvas. Erik Grant moves in close, looking from the outside of the ring...]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda using her aggressive anger that we've been seeing flashes of to get the upper-hand now. She rocked Ursula with a barrage of fists and feet to bring the muscular giant down.
Shane Propone: The referee Erik Grant is beginning the count. Melinda should cross her fingers and grab her rabbit's foot in hopes that this monster doesn't get back up.
[He begins counting.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWWWOOOOO!!!!
[Melinda steps back, dropping to her knees as she takes in several fast, deep breaths to try and calm down.]
TTTHHHHRRRRREEEEE!!!!
[Ursula's arm twitches.]
FFFFOOOOUUUUUURRRRR!!!!
[She moves her arm and starts to push up off the canvas...]
FFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVEEEE!!!
[...Ursula grabs the bottom second rope and begins pulling herself up, Melinda quickly rises to her feet and motions for the Rhodes Kill. The count is ended when Ursula rises to a full stand and turns to face Melinda...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula won't stay down, but if Melinda hits the Rhodes Kill, it could be all over for her!
[Launching herself across the ring, Melinda goes for the spear and Misses, Ursula side stepping and letting Melinda go head first right into the cage wall, the entire thing giving away against the impact! Melinda rolls with the cage wall and hits, back first, into the security rail. Blood quickly comes rushing from a split on the very top of her head, which she clutches, kicking her leg as the worst kind of agony shoots down her spine!]
Nicholas Rowe: Holy S...Wow! Melinda going for that spear of hers The Rhodes Kill and Ursula again ready for what she was bringing, moved out of the way and Melinda crashing into cage as it gave out spilling her onto the rail! She's busted open as the blood pours out from her forehead.
Shane Propone: Typical woman, bleeding incessantly. I bet it doesn't stop for at least six or seven days.
Nicholas Rowe: ...that's disgusting Shane. Melinda looks in rough shape as Ursula inside the ring has blood on her nose. This match is taking things up a notch even from earlier on.
[Ursula wipes the blood from her nose, her left eye beginning to swell from the pummeling her face had recieved just moments before as she surveys the damage to Melinda. A frightening grin spreads across her face as she slips through the ropes and steps out onto the broken cage wall, both women now outside of the cage...]
Shane Propone: She's like a shark smelling blood in the water, Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: Indeed, Ursula now moves in for the kill!
[She gathers Melinda up by the throat, a streak of blood quickly running down the ACE Rebel's face, and then slings her bodily into the ring apron, Mel's upper back slamming hard into the pipe rail bottom of the steel cage! Melinda falls to her knees with a grimace, hissing between clenched teeth with her back arched in pain.]
Nicholas Rowe: That cannot be good for your spinal alignment!
[Grabbing Mel by the face, Ursula proceeds to smash the back of her head repeatedly into that pipe railing. Over and over she smashes her head until blood begins running down the back of Melinda's neck, indicating a second split. She then flings Mel down, points to the ref and makes the demand...]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula taking it to Melinda now, already bleeding from the collapsing cage Ursula making sure that Melinda takes as much punishment as possible.
Shane Propone: I love this Rowe. Ursula laying more pipe than Mr. Beautiful! Of course by that I mean myself!
Nicholas Rowe: Of course, Ursula looks to want a count now as she's taken a break from slamming Melinda's head against the pipe rail.
Ursula: START COUNTING... NOW!!!!
[Referee Grant begins the count...]
ONE!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!
[Melinda's body convulses a bit, her head moving around...]
FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Ursula squats down over Melinda and spits on the back of her head. Melinda's leg kicks...]
Nicholas Rowe: What blatant disrespect by Ursula!
Shane Propone: Yeah, and it's Kinda' hot too!
FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Her hand moves, her head lifting a little bit...]
SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[...Pressing her palms to the floor, Melinda pushes up on shakey arms!]
[FACE POP!!!]
Crowd: RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!!! RHO-ODES!
[The fans cheering her own seemed to give her more energy while angering Ursula at the same time. With a snarl, she moves in and boots Melinda in the ribs, shocking her back to full consciousness and breaking the 10 count!]
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Those ribs have got to be SCREAMING in pain right now!
Shane Propone: I'd just be screaming if Ursula was simply mad at me, let alone kicking me!
[She gathers Melinda up by that now blood soaked dark hair, Mel's face a half mask of crimson, and belts her in the stomach. Quickly straddling the back of her head, Ursula turns them towards the downed cage wall, and points at it with both fingers. Just as she dips down to wrap her arms around Melinda's waist, the ACE Rebel comes to life, countering with a lifting Back Body drop that not so gently deposits the strong woman head first upon that cage wall!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: The match turning for Rhodes here as she not only escapes the ten count, but she counters Ursula and gives her a face full of the cage!
Shane Propone: These two are tasting more metal then teenagers with bad teeth. I bet you were a brace face yourself Rowe. I can just picture you with your braces spitting and drooling all over the place, crying about not being able to eat certain foods.
Nicholas Rowe: I did have braces Shane, and I didn't complain very often, thank you. I think Melinda is coming over here, she seems to still be seeing stars.
[Melinda stumbles forward, draping herself across the announce table, her heavy, labored breathing could be heard over the commentary microphones just inches away from her. She suddenly smiles at Shane Propone...]
Shane Propone: I 'm in room 408 baby, how's about after the show we ...
[...Then slaps him across the face with enough force to knock him out of his chair!]
[EVEN BIGGER FACE POP!!!]
Shane Propone: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Nicholas Rowe: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
[Pushing off the table, she's finds Ursula getting to her feet while clutching the top of her head. With a wild cry, Melinda rushes her with a basic tackle, lifting her up and drilling her yet again into that fallen cage wall with a falling Spine Buster! On impact, she rises, grabs Ursula's legs, rolls her onto her belly, crosses them at the ankles, and squats down to lock in the Sharp Shooter! Ursula cries out in agony as she finds herself locked tight!]
Shane Propone: A SHARP SHOOTER? Who taught her that!
Nicholas Rowe: Who cares, she has Ursula locked down!
[For several seconds, Ursula struggles in the hold, trying to find leverage or an opening. She begins finding it harder and harder to concentrate as the pain starts to overtake her...]
Nicholas Rowe: Just so the folks at home know, this was changed at the last minute to a Last Woman Standing match, by our boss, Sensous Samantha Bevins....
[Referee Grant stands by the two, unable and unwilling to intervene....]
Nicholas Rowe: ...and as such, this match can only be won when one of these two women stop moving.
[Ursula plants her palms to the floor, closes her eyes, and tenses every muscle in her body..]
Shane Propone: And I really don't think either one of them will stop 'til they are dead!
[...Melinda fights with every ounce of her might as Ursula pushes up and begins forcing her legs forward. Ursula starts growling, the growling building gradually...]
Nicholas Rowe: Bad things happen when that woman growls!
[...Until finally building into a full on roar as she forces Melinda out of the hold by sheer power and force of will! Melinda is sent stumbling forward, dropping to her knees. Ursula rolls onto her back, her hands going to the most stretched of the two thighs to try and rub feeling back into the leg!]
Nicholas Rowe: Not many can break the Sharp Shooter using that particular method!
Shane Propone: God, I bet she's like Femke Jenssen in bed!
Nicholas Rowe: What?
Shane Propone: Oh come on, you've never watched Golden Eye?
[Meanwhile, Melinda was found climbing atop the Commentator's table, crouched low and ignoring Propone's comments about her shapely rear in his face. She leaps from the table, flipping forward for a Senton Splash....]
Melinda: AAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!
[...But Ursula had other ideas, quickly rolling to one side and letting Melinda crash and burn against the unforgiving chain links!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda trying to cement the match in one fell swoop with the Senton Splash, but ended up crashing against the chain cage!
Shane Propone: Serves her right! I was just merely making a suggestion on what she could do since she was down by my groin area and she hit me Rowe, she hit me!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, quite frankly I'm surprised that it hasn't happened before...there have been many occasions where I thought youwere going to eat a face full of fist from someone on the roster.
Shane Propone: I'm not used to this Nicky, I'm used to eating a face full of---
Nicholas Rowe [cutting him off]: Ursula back in control here as she goes over to Melinda...
[Gathering Melinda up by that leather vest, Ursula rises to a stand and powerlifts Melinda over her head! She walks her towards the Commentator's table. She then flings Melinda down, belly first, across the table. To keep her stunned, Ursula grabs Melinda's head and quickly slams her bloodied face down upon it.]
Shane Propone: We might want to move Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: I'm hardly inclined to disagree!!!!
[As Rowe and Propone clear the area, Ursula climbs onto the table with Melinda and lifts her up, placing her head between her legs. Dipping down, she wraps her arms around Mel's waist, pulls her into the piledriver position, throws her legs out, and drops, Melinda going skull first through the table as it caves under the force of their combined weight dropping down upon it!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda just got drilled through our announce table!!!
Shane Propone: Son of a bitch! I was getting attatched to that table too! What happened to the Spanish Announce table?
Nicholas Rowe: It was bound to happen to us sooner or later, Shane, let it go.
[After dislodging herself from Melinda and the table, she rises and stumbles away, a hand to her lower back. Pointing her finger at her downed foe, she yells to the Ref.]
Ursula: DO IT!
[Referee Grant starts the count....]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEE!!!!
FFFFFFFOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRR!!!!
[Ursula flexes her muscles for the crowd, which gets a unanymous...]
[HEEL JEER!!!]
Shane Propone: Oh come on! Those are beautiful muscles!
Nicholas Rowe: ...Attached to evil intentions...
FFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE!!!!!
[Melinda's body twitches slightly...]
SSSSSSIIIIIIIIXXXX!!!!
[She seems to be fighting to regain full consciouness, trying to stir herself to life. Half of her face, upper torso, and upper back covered in blood that still flows from the split on the back of her head, and the split that has now become a gash on her forehead.]
SSSSEEEEVVVVVEEEENNNNN!!!!
[Melinda's arm lifts, her fingers curling into a fist as the crowd begins to cheer her own.]
LET'S GO REB-EL!!!*
*CLAP~CLAP~CLA~CLA~CLAP!*
*LET'S GO REB-EL!!!*
*CLAP~CLAP~CLA~CLA~CLAP!*
EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHTTT! !!!
Nicholas Rowe: The crowd clearly rallying Melinda for the comeback, and it seems to be working!
[Melinda sits up in the wreckage, her head bobbing back and forth, but clearly she wasn't all there yet....]
[FACE POP!]
[The crowd's reaction sets Ursula off and she runs at Melinda, throwing a boot to the side of her head before the Referee could effectively get the number 9 out of his lips. The count broken, Ursula gathers Mel up by that bloody hair, and pulls her out of the wreckage...]
Shane Propone: WHAT ARE YOU DOING URSIE?!!! She couldn't have possibly gotten up before the count of 10!!
Nicholas Rowe: It's not about winning anymore to Ursula, she is clearly tired of being abused by the fans.
[And gets a blood mist sprayed in her face by Melinda that gets right in Ursula's eyes. The powerhouse staggers back, clutching at her eyes and letting out a cry of pain as she rubs furiously at them!]
Nicholas Rowe: Blood mist in the eyes! Ursula is blinded!!
Shane Propone: Hasn't that bitch heard of hepatitis B?
[Staggering a bit on her feet for a moment, Melinda quickly moves in behind Ursula, grabs her by the top of her head, throws her legs out, and drops, driving the back of Ursula's head into the hard concrete floor!]
Nicholas Rowe: What an impact on solid concrete! That's as bad, if not worse, than falling on the chain link cage section!
[Ursula rolls onto her side, clutching the back of her neck. Melinda lays nearby on the floor, panting with desperate gasps for air. Very slowly, she pushes herself to a stand. At the same time, Ursula rolls onto her knees, a palm to the floor.]
Shane Propone: Down, but clearly not out!!
[...The two rise to a stand and Ursula immediately takes a swing at Melinda. Her head rocks to the right, her arms swaying limply at her sides, but her legs refused to buckle! Melinda turns and throws a fist into Ursula's face, the muscular woman having a similar reaction. The two trade blows like this back and forth, neither woman dropping...]
Nicholas Rowe: These two are out of options and fighting on nothing but anger and adrenaline, dropping bombs back and forth!
Shane Propone: ...and look at their boobs sway...
Nicholas Rowe: ...Yup, he'd gone too long without an immature comment...
[Until Melinda spins around and cracks Ursula with a brutal right hand that sends her falling back into the cage wall, her fingers clawing into it to keep standing!]
Nicholas Rowe: Can you guys hear me? Ok good, sorry folks had to leave the announcers table and good thing we did, as we're standing now as our table has turned into kindling here due to the massive impact of Melinda Rhodes being viciously piledriven through the table!
Shane Propone: I don't mind standing Rowe, I can do it in any position. I can also commentate without sitting down. See what I did there Rowe?
Nicholas Rowe: Yes, very clever play on words Shane. Meanwhile Melinda gathering herself with the aid of the cage is on her feet and ready to go!
[Melinda brings her fists up, and motions for Ursula to bring it!]
[FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda wants more!! [Ursula pushes off of the cage wall, anger flashing in her eyes as she rushes at Melinda. She's caught with a solid jab right in the nose that practically breaks it, blood pouring freely down "The Great's" Face! She follows up with vicious left hook and a right cross combination that drops Ursula to the floor!]
[HUUUGE FACE POP!!!!]
Shane Propone: This has gone from Wrestling, to Hardcore, to boxing... What gives Nickles?
[However, before the Referee can issue a one count, Ursula rolls over onto her hands and knees, shaking the cobwebs from her head...]
[IMPRESSIVE RECOVERY POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Say what you will about Ursula "The Great", but she definitely defines what it means to be tough.
[With shaky arms, she pushes herself to a stand, her eyes burning holes in Melinda now. She makes a vain attempt to wipe the massive amounts of blood flowing from her obviously broken nose. She backs up away from Mel, her foe walking with her as they step around the ring now....]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda stalking Ursula... Wait a minute, why would she be backing away?
Shane Propone: They've been wrestling for awhile now, maybe Mel's startin' to work up a stink?
[Ursula stops at the ring steps, quickly gathering the top half and ripping it from the apron! With a mighty roar, she heaves the aluminum stairs roughly 8 feet away, Melinda diving for cover to avoid them, a Camera man instead being rocked right off his feet and knocked out cold!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula coming within inches of taking out Melinda with the ring stairs! Instead we're down a camera man.
Shane Propone: Down a camera man, an announce table, a cage. "Sensuous" Samantha going to be fitting quite the bill tonight! I don't think it matters though as long as Melinda Rhodes is beaten and bloodied.
Nicholas Rowe: The power of Ursula the Great is on display here tonight, she tossed those ring steps like they were a bag of groceries!
[As Ursula dips to grab the second set of steps, Melinda hops to her feet, a third wind clearly brought on by the sudden rush of adrenaline as she bolts full throttle towards Ursula. Dropping the shoulder, she leaps forward with a flying spear, nailing the woman with a brutal impact that sends the both of them sailing over the steps and into the floor! Melinda hops off of Ursula, dips back, and lets out a Rebel Yell for the fans!!!!]
Melinda: OOOOHHH HHHHEEEELLLLL YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! !!!!
[FACE POP!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda Rhodes finally redeems the Rhodes Kill and nearly splits Ursula in half with that hellish Spear!!!
Shane Propone: I'd show her a spear she'd take and like, Nickles!
Nicholas Rowe: Only if she likes her Spear to be three inches long...
Shane Propone: What tha' hell?!
[Ursula lifts her shoulder, one leg kicking as she fights still to get to her feet! Melinda turns around just in time to see Ursula on one knee! She rushes in with a punch only to get a hard elbow right in the gut that sends her staggering back! Ursula then rises, gripping Melinda by the throat and slinging her against the apron, the back of her head against the cage wall!]
Nicholas Rowe: Ursula just got right back up and now has Melinda in a one handed strangle hold, is thereany stopping this engine of destruction?
Shane Propone: Survey says, hell no chief!
[Melinda struggles as she's lifted off her feet and choked against the cage, fighting the monstrous strength of Ursula. Gritting her teeth, Ursula applies more and more pressure, slowly choking her opponent out!]
[HEEL JEER!]
[Ursula buckles to the side as Melinda's knee meets her ribs, followed by another knee shot, and another, until Ursula finally releases her. Melinda falls on her feet and staggers away from Ursula, clutching her throat. She drops to a kneel and is surprised to find her ball bat on the floor before her...]
[...Growling, Ursula reaches out and grabs Melinda by her hair, pulling her towards her with evil intentions. Gritting her teeth, the pain obvious in her eyes, Melinda spins around and clocks Ursula with a surprise blow to the side of her head with that ball bat!]
Shane Propone: WOAH!!! What a shot!!! Homerun!
Nicholas Rowe: That'll stir your brain pan!
[Ursula drops to one knee, Melinda pulls the bat back and hits her with another solid blow to the head! Blood pours from Ursula's temple, but the woman still doesn't go down. Instead she fights to get to a stand! Melinda drops the bat, looking on in shock....]
Nicholas Rowe: TWO SHOTS FROM A BASEBALL BAT AND URSULA STILL GETS UP!
Shane Propone: Me and Ursula have a lot in common. We always manage to get up no matter what the situation!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, I don't think Ursula is aided by little blue pills but that's for another time and place. Melinda has a look of shock on her face, she can't believe the punishment that Ursula is enduring here!
[Letting out a wild cry, she bursts forward, hooks Ursula in a 3/4th's over the shoulder face lock and drops with THE SHOT IN THE DARK!!!! She rolls onto all fours and watches on as the Referee starts the count, the crowd cheering on!]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRREEEEE!!!!
[Melinda leans against the ring apron, and slides into a seat, her face caked with blood, her eyes glazed by a state of semi-consciousness....]
FFFFOOOUUURRR!!!!
[Ursula twitches on the floor, Melinda's eyes widening in shock!]
FFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!
[The ACE Powerhouse pushes up on her palms, her arms quaking with effort!]
Nicholas Rowe: No way! How can she get up!
Shane Propone: She's Ursula "The Great", Rowe!
SSSSIIIIIXXXXXXXX!!!!!
[Ursula gets up on one knee, her other leg extended completely, one palm on the floor as she glares directly at Melinda with unfocused, hazy eyes...]
SSSSEEEEEVVVVVEEEENNNNN!!!!
[Melinda rises to a stand, her back against the cage wall as she stares in absolute horror at Ursula now....]
EEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHTTTT!!! !
[Every single muscle in Ursula's body quivers with effort, only for her legs to suddenly give out. She falls to the floor, her eyes fluttering open and closed rapidly as she stares up at the ceiling!]
NNNNNNNIIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEE!!!! !
[....Ursula suddenly becomes very still, her chest barely rising now....]
TTTTEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!
[Erik Grant motions for the Bell]
Grant: KNOCK OUT!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Amy Roland: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..... MMMMMEEEEEELLLLLLIIINNNNDDDDAA AAA RRRRRHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDDEEEEESSS S!!!!
[HHHHHUUUUUGGGGEEEE FFFFAAAAAACCCEEEEE PPPPPPOPPPPPP!!!!]
[The ref holds Melinda's hand up, she nearly passing out just from relief alone! Atreyu's "You Give Love A Bad Name" hits the house P/A. EMT's began flooding ringside to take care of both women immediately....]
Nicholas Rowe: Unbelievable finish to this one! Ursula took two shots with a baseball bat AND the Shot in the Dark from Melinda Rhodes and still almost managed to get off the canvas. Melinda won the match, but Ursula definitely reached new heights here in ACE.
Shane Propone: Melinda looked like you when you see a spider in your bath tub Rowe. She couldn't believe the punishment Ursula was taking.
Nicholas Rowe: Melinda took some punishment of her own as well. She bled profusely throughout the match and continues to even as the match has come to an end. The EMT's have their work cut out for them as does the ACE Ring Crew that has to remove the cage now piece by piece as these two didn't leave much to be pulled back up above the ring!!! Let's go backstage.
[The camera crew backstage scrambles to get to the dressing room of Justina America where a large scuffle can be heard. The camera gets to the doorway and we see Justina America fighting with Arista Van Ryon and Tiffani Blaze. Justina is holding her own for awhile until the Midknight sisters get the upperhand. Arista has Justina tied up at the waist and Tiffani Blaze jumps and delivers a missile dropkick to finally bring her to the ground. The two of them put the boots to the Queen of Hearts champion as the camera crew zooms in on Justina who is protecting her face which is still recovering from the attack last Bewitched. The Midknight Sisters take their shots as Arista tells Tiffani to pick her up and she does in the camel clutch position.]
Arista Van Ryon: Yeah, hold her there. I'm gonna rearrange her face some more!
Tiffani Blaze [laughing]: Might as well take your time and line up your shot. She's not getting out of my grip.
[As Arista Van Ryon grabs the Queen of Hearts Championship title from the table in Justina's dressing room she folds the belt up and looks at it, lining it up with Justina's face. As she reaches back to hit Justina, suddenly we see a flash enter the room and spear Arista Van Ryon! Tiffani Blaze drops Justina with shock on her face as she steps towards the woman, the camera struggling to get around the even more cramped quarters as the woman drops Tiffani Blaze with a superkick that sends her into the wall, leaving her in a crumbled heap. The woman turns around and it's none other than KAYLEE TURNER! She picks the Queen of Hearts belt off the ground and looks down at Justina America, once again laid out. She holds the belt in one hand, bringing it up to her face she stares at it for a few seconds before dropping it back onto Justina America's stomach. She shoves her way through the camera crew as she leaves the dressing room. The cameras follow her as KMC comes from another area backstage and cuts her off.]
KMC: Kaylee...like, why did you like help Justina? You're only a few weeks away from facing her at the Pay-Per-View. What is going on?
[Ignoring the question and Kennedy Michelle all together, Kaylee shoves on and the cameras let her go as she walks down the hallway, we go back to ringside to Nicholas Rowe and Shane Propone.]
Nicholas Rowe: Once again here in ACE we have more questions than answers!
Shane Propone: What the hell just happened? Justina was going to be as ugly as Mallory Adroit when the Midknight Sisters got done with her and then of ALL the people on the ACE Roster, Kaylee Turner HELPS HER?
Nicholas Rowe: I can't wait to hear what Kaylee has to say about this. Although she's not the easiest person around to get answers from.
Shane Propone: I can't wait to see what "Sensuous" Samantha has to say about this! Her hit women were just taken out in the middle of a job!
Arista Van Ryon: Yeah, hold her there. I'm gonna rearrange her face some more!
Tiffani Blaze [laughing]: Might as well take your time and line up your shot. She's not getting out of my grip.
[As Arista Van Ryon grabs the Queen of Hearts Championship title from the table in Justina's dressing room she folds the belt up and looks at it, lining it up with Justina's face. As she reaches back to hit Justina, suddenly we see a flash enter the room and spear Arista Van Ryon! Tiffani Blaze drops Justina with shock on her face as she steps towards the woman, the camera struggling to get around the even more cramped quarters as the woman drops Tiffani Blaze with a superkick that sends her into the wall, leaving her in a crumbled heap. The woman turns around and it's none other than KAYLEE TURNER! She picks the Queen of Hearts belt off the ground and looks down at Justina America, once again laid out. She holds the belt in one hand, bringing it up to her face she stares at it for a few seconds before dropping it back onto Justina America's stomach. She shoves her way through the camera crew as she leaves the dressing room. The cameras follow her as KMC comes from another area backstage and cuts her off.]
KMC: Kaylee...like, why did you like help Justina? You're only a few weeks away from facing her at the Pay-Per-View. What is going on?
[Ignoring the question and Kennedy Michelle all together, Kaylee shoves on and the cameras let her go as she walks down the hallway, we go back to ringside to Nicholas Rowe and Shane Propone.]
Nicholas Rowe: Once again here in ACE we have more questions than answers!
Shane Propone: What the hell just happened? Justina was going to be as ugly as Mallory Adroit when the Midknight Sisters got done with her and then of ALL the people on the ACE Roster, Kaylee Turner HELPS HER?
Nicholas Rowe: I can't wait to hear what Kaylee has to say about this. Although she's not the easiest person around to get answers from.
Shane Propone: I can't wait to see what "Sensuous" Samantha has to say about this! Her hit women were just taken out in the middle of a job!
Nicholas Rowe: Anyways, I'm sure we'll get answers down the road. Which brings us into the most anticipated match on the card.
Shane Propone: Or dreaded as the case may be. Between the piercing screams of those Tawny's Team brats and the emotional black hole that is Mallory Adroit, we're about to see the tag team from Hell as far as I'm concerned.
Nicholas Rowe: Really? It seems like if there were ever an ACE match for everyone, it would be this main event.
Shane Propone: So what's supposed to be in it for me?
Nicholas Rowe: Oh, I don't know. We have Dee Dee Summers who could morph into the psycho Pandora at a moment's notice. As well as the classy Nubian assassin, Dalbello Rage. I know you enjoy both of them. I would think you'd be as pumped for that teaming as our crowd is about Blake and Adroit.
Shane Propone: Man, I hate it when you're right. But you are. Rage is entertainingly deadly enough but mix in the possibility of a Pandora sighting and this match does have the potential to be the year's best psychological thriller.
Nicholas Rowe: Plus you have the boss lady, the lovely but dangerous Sensuous Samantha Bevins on your side. So you have to figure the deck will be stacked in your team's favor.
Shane Propone: Man, another good point. Quit doing this to me, Nickles. I'm not supposed to like you. I'm supposed to be out here keeping you from drooling too hard over all the Girl Scouts on the roster.
Nicholas Rowe: Right. Like you do over any woman with more curves than Molly O'Hatherin.
Shane Propone: Oh come on. That's a twelve year old boy and I'm guessing his name is really Melvin.
Nicholas Rowe: Really now Shane. That's the most outlandish thing I've ever heard. Between the fact that Melvin is far older than 12 and O'Hatherin being a far more physical spitfire, I can pretty much guarantee that the Whiskey Bitch is not Dee Dee Summers' pervy nerd stalker boy.
Shane Propone: Did I say they were? Even I've seen them both in the same room. But that pervy nerd doesn't have "Melvin" copyrighted after all. Other people can have that name too. And I'm suggesting O'Hatherin's one of them.
Nicholas Rowe: I see.
Shane Propone: Since you mention him though, I'd love to see Melvin show up during this match. Dalbello Rage would knock him clean out. Heck, Tawny Blake even might. Mallory? Well, those two would deserve each other.
Nicholas Rowe: Whatever. All I know is it's time for the competitors to show up. Looks like Amy Roland's ready with the introductions.
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[Fade to Amy Roland.]
Amy Roland: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is your main event of the evening. A tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing team number one. Coming down the aisle.
[A bluesy guitar riff fills the arena and grows into the intro of St. Veronika by Billy Talent.]
Amy Roland: FROM GLASSBORO, NEW JERSEY, STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 4 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 115 POUNDS...
MALLLOOOOOORRYYYYY ADROOOOOOOITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!
# They found an empty bottle on her windowsill
# The day her mother lost her sleeping pills
# She was sick and tired of being invisible
# Hard to see in color when you're miserable
Nicholas Rowe: Here she comes, Shane. It's you next girlfriend.
Shane Propone: Gee thanks, Nickles. That's more the Rowe I've come to know. Now I can tell you to bite me without feeling guilty about it.
[And out from the curtain steps Mallory Adroit looking a total ball of nerves. Jaw set and teeth clenched anxiously, left hand on her hip as she wipes the sweat away with her right. She wears her favorite red New Jersey Nets t-shirt, jean shorts and red wrestling boots to match the tee. No frills here in the least. Just a young woman hoping to survive the next few minutes relatively intact.]
# Veronika, Saint Veronika
# You can't leave this world behind
# So be strong enough to hold onto us
# We're still right here by your side
Shane Propone: As long as she's been here now, you'd think Mallory would should a bit more spine coming out here.
Nicholas Rowe: Well, Shane, you have to remember. This is Mallory's first time in the main event in her career. She's not used to the hoopla that comes with capping off the show. It's only natural she'd be a bit unnerved tonight.
[Heading down the aisle, Mallory slaps the hands of the railbirds. They paid the their money so who is she to deny them the vicarious moment of glory? The trepidation is still etched on her face though. She tries to smile for the fans as she greets them but it's not hard to see the cheer behind is forced or why.]
# No one ever thought that she was capable
# And the damage done is irreversible
# Now she clings to life inside a hospital
# Like she's trapped inside a frozen waterfall
Shane Propone: I guess. But really, Rowe, she's always wound up tight like this. I keep expecting her to explode and making maintainence sweep all the mope particles up with a dustpan and broom.
[Rowe laughs heartily before responding.]
Nicholas Rowe: Okay Shane. Spontaneous human explosion. That's a new one. Even coming from you. Or are you trying to suggest Mallory Adroit is a Whammy?
Shane Propone: A what now?
[Finally reaching the ring, Mallory turns and faces the aisle. Where she taps her heart a couple times with a balled right fist and points both index fingers to the sky in honor of her St. Veronica. Giving her tribute to her fallen friend from the floor tonight as Then stretching and trying to loosen up as the music fades out.]
Nicholas Rowe: Oh come on you know. Big bucks! Big bucks! And no Whaaaaaaammmmmmmies!
Shane Propone: Oh right. I've seen that a few times on GSN. And now that you mention it, she does kinda look like a Whammy.
Amy Roland: AND HER TAG TEAM PARTNER...
# When I, thought I knew you
# Thinking, that you were true
# I guess I, I couldn't trust
# 'Cause your bluff time is up
# 'Cause I've had enough
# You were, there by my side
# Always, down for the ride
# But your, joy ride just came down in flames
# 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm
[Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" begins to play and the crowd lets out cheers and applause. Mallory down at the foot of the ring waving her arms and urging them to be even louder than usual for their hero.]
Shane Propone: The little suck-up. We'll never know the natural color of her nose now with her kissing up to Tawny Blake this way.
Nicholas Rowe: Well, Shane, Blake's more used to being in the main event than Mallory. Why shouldn't she be cheerleading for her partner?
[The curtains part, revealing the athletic, lithe form of Tawny Blake. The young blonde wears a white, cropped, tank top, "A Better Breed" written across the chest in navy blue letters, and white tights. She completes the look with furry, white, platform boots, her long, blonde hair falling straight down her back. She stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment, a smile on her lips.]
# After all of the stealing and cheating
# You probably think that I hold resentment for you
# But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
# 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
# I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
# So I wanna say thank you
Nicholas Rowe: Blake looking fabulous tonight, Shane. You can't deny that.
Shane Propone: Maybe not. But I'd watch it if I were you, Nickles. We all know the massive crush you have on The Sensuous One. And Tawny Blake's caused her enough heartache already. You don't want the object of your affection turning on you out of jealousy, do you?
Nicholas Rowe: Shane, it's my turn to tell you to bite me.
[Suddenly, her gaze turns towards the ring and her face turns serious. She descends the ramp and makes her way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans. The blonde beauty gracefully approaches the ring and high-fives her plucky underdog of a partner as they slide in the ring together. She places her hands on her hips, watching the entrance for the arrival of her rivals while Mallory does some last minute stretches to burn a little nervous energy.]
# 'Cause it makes me that much stronger
# Makes me work a little bit harder
# It makes me that much wiser
# So thanks for making me a fighter
# Made me learn a little bit faster
# Made my skin a little bit thicker
# Makes me that much smarter
# So thanks for making me a fighter
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET NINE INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT 135 POUNDS...
TAAAAAAAAAAWNY BLAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!
[MEGA FACE POP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Nicholas Rowe: Good show of team unity here at the beginning of the match by Blake and Adroit.
Shane Propone: And why not? They've both known the wrath of Samantha Bevins in recent weeks. Wrath you should fear drooling over Tawny Blake as you just were.
Nicholas Rowe: Maybe repeating it will help you get the message. BITE ME!
Amy Roland: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, FIRST, FROM HALIFAX, NOVA SCOTIA, STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 8 INCHES, WEIGHING IN AT 165 POUNDS...
DAAAALLLLBBBBEEEEELLLLLLOOOOOOO RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
[MEGA HEEL POP!!!!!!!!]
["The Great Gate of Kiev" by Mussorgsky introduces Dalbello Rage. The lights go down and the spotlight shines on the curtains. As they part, Dalbello Rage stalks through the curtains. The hood of her robes obscures her face as she shadowboxes on her way to the ring. The fans yell and throw insults at her but she doesn't seem to hear them. Every once in a while she pauses, though, making eye contact with certain fans in the aisles and up in the rafters and she peers at them with disdain. Her mouth twists. She shakes her head and sometimes even laughs mockingly. And then her hands go back to flashing their combinations as she continues her walk to the ring. As she gets to the ring she walks up the steps and steps deliberately through the middle ropes. She heads to her corner and sits against the bottom rope. Her stare is a thousand miles away. She doesn't move. She doesn't seem to blink.]
Nicholas Rowe: Ra ge seemingly unconcerned and unimpressed with her opposition tonight.
Shane Propone: Are you kidding, Rowe? Who could blame her? She probably looks at that little mope Mallory with such disgust I look a fan of hers. And it's no secret she has no love for Tawny Blake.
Nicholas Rowe: But to be so detached and calm right now.
Shane Propone: Mind games I assure you from the woman you yourself just called the classy assassin.
Amy Roland: AND RAGE'S PARTNER!!!!
[The opening rift of "Today"ˇby the Smashing Pumpkins echoes out over the arena. The stage explodes as the big chords are struck with the beat of the music.]
[To a big cheer walks out the All American Girl, DeeDee Summers. The firecracker wears a two piece outfit, the top is fringed version of the American flag which she points to with her right arm giving a pump towards the crowd. The males in the crowd pop loudly as she might have just pointed in their general direction. She wears a matching short skirt, with bloomers underneath of course, and a pair of knee high boots that come up to a pair of black knee pads. Being high energy, she wastes little time heading into the ring where she climbs the turnbuckle and blows a big "Dating Game" kiss to all the fans in the crowd. She follows that off with a big wave.]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING DIAMOND DIVISION CHAMPION, FROM EUREKA, CALIFOR NIA, STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 4 INCHES, WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS...
DEEEEEDEEEEE SUUUUUUUMMMMMMMEEEERRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Rather a motley team judging by those crowd reactions.
Shane Propone: Maybe. But Summers and Rage fit pretty well to me. We've seen the last few weeks what happens when your "classy assassin" Dalbello Rage is out to kill and if Dee Dee Summers is around, Pandora's never too far behind. Both women are dangerously insane. That makes for a pretty good team in my mind.
Nicholas Rowe: Perhaps. But between the way the crowd still embraces Dee Dee and how these two were facing off for the Diamond Division title last time out, one would probably be fair to question how strong their team chemistry can be.
Shane Propone: Looks like we about to find out though
*DINGDINGDING!*
Shane Propone: As this one is under way.
[And yet only now does it appear either team has given any thought to who might start the match. Blake and Adroit start to conference to make that decision as Dee Dee Summers marches over and interrupts the discussion by spinning Mallory around to face her and paintbrushing Mal full force. Screaming the question that's been on her mind all week.]
Dee Dee Summers: I know what my problems are. But what's yours?
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like Dee Dee's getting right to the point here.
Shane Propone: And who can blame her? The way Mallory threw Dee Dee Summers under the bus last week, the little whiner's lucky the only thing she's lost is the taste out of her mouth.
[Doesn't look like Mallory's too impressed by Shane's logic though. As she responds instictively to the slap by dropping Dee Dee with a hard right. While Blake and Rage figuring the question is resolved both start to step out of the ring to let the junior members of the match at each other. Only Mallory stops Tawny as the veteran reaches the corner and takes her place in the corner.]
Shane Propone: Now you see, my dear, this is exactly why you are the loser you always think you are.
Nicholas Rowe: Why? Because she showed a little class?
Shane Propone: Class? Is that that what you call wimping out and backing down from a fight?
Nicholas Rowe: What fight? Mallory has no beef with Dee Dee Summers.
Shane Propone: Sure she does. you don't throw someone under the bus like this little loser did without a beef. And I know what hers is.
[Well, while Shane is busy psychoanalyzing his least favorite talent on the ACE roster, know that we still have a match to think about. As Tawny locks up with the Diamond Division champ. Albeit fairly standar starting stuff. The Greco-Roman knucklelock that Blake pulls into a headlock. The reversal and shot off the ropes by Dee Dee. And the Thesz press by Blake to keep Dee Dee from getting an advantage.]
Shane Propone: Mallory's jealous.
Nicholas Rowe: Yeah. Jealous of all the mental issues and the split personality.
Shane Propone: No. Of the fact Dee Dee's actually hot and all the fun blondes like her have that raven-haired little losers like Mallory can only dream of.
Nicholas Rowe: Whattever, Dr. Phil. Can we please try to remember we actually have a match going on here?
[Sounds like a good idea to me. As Blake reaches down to pick up Dee Dee only to get rolled up into the small package.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: And only a one count as Tawny Blake quickly breaks the count.
Shane Propone: What was THAT?! I'd ask if Dee Dee's lost her mind except we all know the answer to that already. She's crazier than a hippie's sock drawer.
Nicholas Rowe: Crazy like a fox in this case. A move like that is an attempt to get Tawny to waste enegy she may need later on.
Shane Propone: Excuses, excuses.
[No, good long term strategy. In the short term, maybe not as much as the quick pin attempt has focused the veteran Blake.Who's quickly to her feet and flashes a quick dropkick as the Diamond champ rises to join her at a vertical base.]
Shane Propone: So much for your strategy there, Nickles. Blake totally ruining it with that standing dropkick.
Nicholas Rowe: We'll see. Talk to me in 15 minutes when everyone's sucking wind and every little shoulder roll counts.
Shane Propone: If they aren't all back in the dressing rooms sucking other things by then.
Nicholas Rowe: SHANE!!
[But Dee Dee's not one to stay on her back this early in the evening. Kipping up from the dropkick and immediately taking Tawny down with a drop toehold. A move she follows up with a tornado arm wringer and a few well-placed knees into the elbow joint.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dee Dee's seems to have found her body part to focus on as she grounds and pounds the left arm of Tawny Blake.
Shane Propone: Nice. I wouldn't mind grounding and poundng either of these women. Although I imagine Dee Dee would be more receptive. Tawny's a little too uptight.
Nicholas Rowe: OY!
(into the headset)
Murray, could you call down to the med station and reserve me a couple Excedrin? I may need them after this match.
[As may Tawny Blake. As Dee Dee yanks the beloved Manhattanite to her feet by that left arm and whips her hard into the friendly corner. Charging in moments after she releases Tawny and dropkicking forcefully for extra impact just as Blake's back strikes the turnbuckles.]
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like Dee Dee's got Blake in the wrong part of town now.
Shane Propone: And a New Yorker like Blake would certainly be familiar with that. The Big Apple has its share of them.
Nicholas Rowe: Dee Dee now wishboning Tawny out of the corner and tagging in Rage.
[And dropping down on the mat to hold Tawny's arm out so Rage can stomp on the exposed joint. After several stomps to the exposed elbow, this starts to draw the interest of senior referee Darrin Livingston. Not that Rage is worried. As Livingston breaks the hold and coaxes Dee Dee Summers out of the ring, the eastern Canadian panther that is Rage yanks Tawny up by the weakened left arm into a shortarm clothesline. Which is promptly followed up with another yank. This one leading to an overhead belly to belly into the more northerly corner.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dalbello Rage continuing the assault on the arm.
Shane Propone: And scraping Tawny Blake with the ring lights on the suplex. Did you SEE the explosion on that baby?
Nicholas Rowe: Hard not to. Leave it to Dalbello Rage to turn a wrestling ring into the world's most violent tanning bed.
[And Rage is not done with that arm yet. Just as she gets to her feet after the suplex, she rushes toward the downed Tawny Blake and plants a dropkick in the elbow joint. Then yanking Tawny to her feet for a third time by the battered left arm and dropping her back to the canvas with a cross armbreaker.]
Shane Propone: Still wondering about that team chemistry, Nickles? Looks like Rage and Summers have worked out a pretty solid strategy to me.
Nicholas Rowe: Question is has that happened by design or osmosis. Both Summers and Rage are devotees in their own ways of the technical side of wrestling.
Shane Propone: Which is good reason for their styles to blend well even if their personalities don't, wouldn't you say?
Nicholas Rowe: You know that is a shockingly good point coming from you.
Shane Propone: Thank you.
[Which is more than Mallory can do with Dalbello Rage. She's finally had enough of seeing her partner worked over and rushes over to Tawny's aid. Jumping up on Rage's back and rolling her out of the corner with a crucifix as Rage is trying to a make hard bag of the veteran Blake.]
Shane Propone: The little cheater! Someone get that whiny little crybaby off of Dalbello Rage.
Nicholas Rowe: Funny, Shane. You were alright with cheating last week when the Midknight Sisters and Party Inc. were doing it.
Shane Propone: Well, that's different. Those four women are all winners in life. And the fact they're all hot doesn't hurt either.
Nicholas Rowe: Be that as it may, you're getting your way here. Darrin Livingston stepping in to break the hold and escort Mallory Adroit out of the ring.
[But not before Dalbello has shrugged her way out of the crucifix after what would have been a two count had Mallory been legal. Still, the distraction has served its purpose. Blake's had the chance to catch her breath a little. Enabling her to rush forward with a flying headscisssors the moment Rage turns back around to face her.]
Nicholas Rowe: It'll take more than of an assault than that to put a veteran of Tawny Blake's caliber away.
Shane Propone: But her left arm has to be feeling the pain after the attack Summers and Rage have been putting on.
Nicholas Rowe: No question of that, Shane. Blake trying to shake some more feeling into her arm as he picks Rage and whips her into the corner in front of her partner. Flying clothesline to drive Rage into the corner and a quick tag out to Adroit.
[Who wastes no time with her first legal action of the match. Climbing up the ropes as she receives the tag and hopping onto Rage's shoulders. Victory rolling the dangerous Dalbello out of the corner.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: And a quick two count for Mallory as she enters the match.
Shane Propone: But let's see what she can do in there with a real talent. This isn't one of the weak sisters of ACE like Tracy Sin or Rebekah Jett that Mallory's in there with now. This is Dalbello Rage.
[A point Rage is eager to drive home as she shoves Mallory back into the corner and starts throwing hard knees into the midsection. After several of these, she dragon screws Mallory out of the corner and decks Tawny Blake off the ring apron before turning to face the favorite daughter.]
Nicholas Rowe: Rage appears to be locked in as she stalks Mallory Adroit.
Shane Propone: And that's no place anybody wants to be. Especially Mallory. Rage will eat your career for a mid-evening snack as soon as look at you when she gets like this.
And I LOVE IT!
Nicholas Rowe: You would.
[One can practically see the mental salivation going on in Rage's mind as she buries a knee in the spine of Adroit and rolls through into a bridging reverse headlock.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dalbello Rage starting on what she hopes is a systematic desctruction of Mallory Adroit.
Shane Propone: Come on Dalbello! Break her! Just like you did to that little twit, Alicia Crane!
Nicholas Rowe: Rage putting all her strength into that headlock.
[When it gets broken by a stomp in the gut curtesy of Tawny Blake. This causes Darrin Livingston to step in and escort Tawny back to her corner. Giving Rage the chance to roll over back onto Mallory's spine and start throttling her.]
Shane Propone: That's it, Livingston. Get Blake out of here.
Nicholas Rowe: Meanwhile, Rage has her hands all over Mallory's windpipe.
Shane Propone: That's okay. My research tells me her windpipe is quite spongy. It'll bounce back.
[Before or after Rage has cut off her air supply? The world will never know. For Rage appears to hear Darrin Livingston finish admonishing Tawny Blake and quickly adjusts the move into a camel clutch to conceal the cheating.]
Nicholas Rowe: Livingston back on the job and checking the submission a little too late to see if it's a choke.
Shane Propone: Blame Tawny Blake for that. You can't call what you can't see and Blake's the reason Livingston couldn't see the alleged choke.
Nicholas Rowe: ALLEGED?!! Shane, Mallory had as much air going in her lungs as you let go to your brain!
[Well, it's not a choke now. That's what matters if you're a Dalbello Rage fan. The damage done and effectively concealed, Rage breaks the camel clutch and pulls Mallory to her feet. Wasting no time to continue the assault by atomic dropping Mallory back toward center ring. Insuring the Jersey native isn't near the drops when Rage full nelson bombs her back to the canvas.]
Nicholas Rowe: Rage taking a lot of the air out of Mallory's sails here to say the least.
Shane Propone: Which is fitting considering she is the least around here.
Nicholas Rowe: I don't know. Even as poorly as The Sensuous One has been treating her, Sam had to see something in Mallory to bring her into Atlantic City Entertainment.
Shane Propone: Yeah, she saw what we're all seeing right now. A girl who squashes good.
Nicholas Rowe: As Rage tags out to Dee Dee Summers.
[Who enters the ring and promptly stands around looking confused trying to figure out what to do with Dalbello's scraps. Realizing she should do something, she drops a token leg across the neck of the fallen Adroit.]
Nicholas Rowe: Summers not looking too happy with the situation before her.
Shane Propone: Now you see, this is where Pandora would come in handy. Dee Dee's too nice and goody-goody to take advantage here. Pandora would be dragging Little Miss Mopes-A-Lot down to hell and be looking hot doing it.
Nicholas Rowe: Man, you're just sick.
Shane Propone: Blah, blah, blah. Broken record there, Nickles. Tell me something I haven't been hearing since junior high.
[Like that Dee Dee appears to have heard the criticism and is peeling Mallory up off the mat. Like maybe she's shooting Mallory off the ropes. I have it. How about I tell you that in her confusion over how to behave toward the brutalized Mallory, she ends up sending the fallen underdog the wrong direction. Thereby allowing Tawny Blake to make the blind tag.]
Shane Propone: You see, Nickles, this just proves my point. Pandora would have been vicious and stayed on Mallory. Dee Dee just screwed up and let Tawny Blake back in the ring.
Nicholas Rowe: And take her down with a flying headscissor as she comes in.
Shane Propone: Pandora, come back. We need you.
[Rage would seem to agree. She's had enough of Dee Dee's vacilating and the consequences. So she rushes in, practically bowling over referee Darrin Livingston in the process, and throws a hard knee right in Tawny's breadbasket. Before grabbing her by the hair and pitching her over the top rope and into the metal guardrail which rattles to protest the impact.]
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like we may have our crazy lady snapping for your pleasure after all, Shane. But it's Dalbello Rage as she pitches Tawny Blake to the floor.
Shane Propone: Good. Dee Dee needs to give it up and just succumb to the evil within her. Become the beast we all know she can be.
[She needs to do something anyway as with the ref out, Mallory jumps in the ring and tackles her before the assault on tawny can become a two on one. Meanwhile Rage has followed Blake outside the ring and is repeatedly bouncing the Big Apple beauty's head off the ring apron.]
Nicholas Rowe: And it looks like this is quickly getting out of control.
Shane Propone: And I love it. Mallory and Dee Dee rolling around in the ring building toward that catfight they need so badly to have. Rage pounding Blake's head against the ring apron like she's trying to crack walnuts with it. This is GREAT!!
Nicholas Rowe: NO!! THIS IS CHAOS!!
[In the midst of which, referee Darrin Livingston finally rises to his feet and begins shaking the cobwebs loose. Getting his mind clear, he calls for the bell and goes over to confer with Amy Roland.]
Nicholas Rowe: Livingston's got to be throwing this match out. It's totally broken down.
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR HER ACTIONS AGAINST REFEREE DARRIN LIVINGSTON, DALBELLO RAGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED!! THERFORE YOUR WINNERS, THE TEAM OF TAWNY BLAKE AND MALLORY ADROIT!!
Shane Propone: SAY WHAT?!!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, Shane, Rage did plow into Livingston going for Blake and you can't touch an official.
Shane Propone: If that's not the most boneheaded decision I've ever heard, I don't know what is.
[Not that it appears any of the combatants care. They are all still far too busy fighting. Adroit and summers are on the feet now. Throwing fists and trading punch blocks. While outside, Dalbello Rage has thrown Tawny Blake into the guardrail for a second time and is stomping a mudhole in her.]
Nicholas Rowe: WE GOTTA GET SOME ONE DOWN HERE!! WE GOTTA GET CONTROL SOMEHOW!!
Shane Propone: ARE YOU NUTS? FISTS ARE FLYING!! BODIES ARE SUFFERING!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
[If you think that's something, Shane, this must be your favorite Dee Dee Summers moment ever. As the troubled blonde gets the upper hand on Mallory and...]
Nicholas Rowe: SUMMER SUNSET FACEBREAKER FROM DEE DEE SUMMERS!! MALLORY ADROIT COULD BE DEAD AFTER THAT MOVE!!
Shane Propone: YES!! THANK YOU, DEE DEE!! THANK YOU
Nicholas Rowe: And now Rage rolling Tawny Blake back in the ring. CTC!! RAGE CLAMPS ON THE CTC!! AND SHE WON'T LET GO!! WE NEED HELP OUT HERE AND NOW!! RAGE IS TRYING TO KILL THE WOMAN!!
[Referees and wrestlers race toward the ring to try and separate Dalbello Rage and Tawny Blake. Medics roll Mallory onto a stretcher as Dee Dee Summers stands there screaming at her. And all the chaos finally fades to black.]
Nicholas Rowe: But to be so detached and calm right now.
Shane Propone: Mind games I assure you from the woman you yourself just called the classy assassin.
Amy Roland: AND RAGE'S PARTNER!!!!
[The opening rift of "Today"ˇby the Smashing Pumpkins echoes out over the arena. The stage explodes as the big chords are struck with the beat of the music.]
[To a big cheer walks out the All American Girl, DeeDee Summers. The firecracker wears a two piece outfit, the top is fringed version of the American flag which she points to with her right arm giving a pump towards the crowd. The males in the crowd pop loudly as she might have just pointed in their general direction. She wears a matching short skirt, with bloomers underneath of course, and a pair of knee high boots that come up to a pair of black knee pads. Being high energy, she wastes little time heading into the ring where she climbs the turnbuckle and blows a big "Dating Game" kiss to all the fans in the crowd. She follows that off with a big wave.]
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING DIAMOND DIVISION CHAMPION, FROM EUREKA, CALIFOR NIA, STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 4 INCHES, WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS...
DEEEEEDEEEEE SUUUUUUUMMMMMMMEEEERRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: Rather a motley team judging by those crowd reactions.
Shane Propone: Maybe. But Summers and Rage fit pretty well to me. We've seen the last few weeks what happens when your "classy assassin" Dalbello Rage is out to kill and if Dee Dee Summers is around, Pandora's never too far behind. Both women are dangerously insane. That makes for a pretty good team in my mind.
Nicholas Rowe: Perhaps. But between the way the crowd still embraces Dee Dee and how these two were facing off for the Diamond Division title last time out, one would probably be fair to question how strong their team chemistry can be.
Shane Propone: Looks like we about to find out though
*DINGDINGDING!*
Shane Propone: As this one is under way.
[And yet only now does it appear either team has given any thought to who might start the match. Blake and Adroit start to conference to make that decision as Dee Dee Summers marches over and interrupts the discussion by spinning Mallory around to face her and paintbrushing Mal full force. Screaming the question that's been on her mind all week.]
Dee Dee Summers: I know what my problems are. But what's yours?
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like Dee Dee's getting right to the point here.
Shane Propone: And who can blame her? The way Mallory threw Dee Dee Summers under the bus last week, the little whiner's lucky the only thing she's lost is the taste out of her mouth.
[Doesn't look like Mallory's too impressed by Shane's logic though. As she responds instictively to the slap by dropping Dee Dee with a hard right. While Blake and Rage figuring the question is resolved both start to step out of the ring to let the junior members of the match at each other. Only Mallory stops Tawny as the veteran reaches the corner and takes her place in the corner.]
Shane Propone: Now you see, my dear, this is exactly why you are the loser you always think you are.
Nicholas Rowe: Why? Because she showed a little class?
Shane Propone: Class? Is that that what you call wimping out and backing down from a fight?
Nicholas Rowe: What fight? Mallory has no beef with Dee Dee Summers.
Shane Propone: Sure she does. you don't throw someone under the bus like this little loser did without a beef. And I know what hers is.
[Well, while Shane is busy psychoanalyzing his least favorite talent on the ACE roster, know that we still have a match to think about. As Tawny locks up with the Diamond Division champ. Albeit fairly standar starting stuff. The Greco-Roman knucklelock that Blake pulls into a headlock. The reversal and shot off the ropes by Dee Dee. And the Thesz press by Blake to keep Dee Dee from getting an advantage.]
Shane Propone: Mallory's jealous.
Nicholas Rowe: Yeah. Jealous of all the mental issues and the split personality.
Shane Propone: No. Of the fact Dee Dee's actually hot and all the fun blondes like her have that raven-haired little losers like Mallory can only dream of.
Nicholas Rowe: Whattever, Dr. Phil. Can we please try to remember we actually have a match going on here?
[Sounds like a good idea to me. As Blake reaches down to pick up Dee Dee only to get rolled up into the small package.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: And only a one count as Tawny Blake quickly breaks the count.
Shane Propone: What was THAT?! I'd ask if Dee Dee's lost her mind except we all know the answer to that already. She's crazier than a hippie's sock drawer.
Nicholas Rowe: Crazy like a fox in this case. A move like that is an attempt to get Tawny to waste enegy she may need later on.
Shane Propone: Excuses, excuses.
[No, good long term strategy. In the short term, maybe not as much as the quick pin attempt has focused the veteran Blake.Who's quickly to her feet and flashes a quick dropkick as the Diamond champ rises to join her at a vertical base.]
Shane Propone: So much for your strategy there, Nickles. Blake totally ruining it with that standing dropkick.
Nicholas Rowe: We'll see. Talk to me in 15 minutes when everyone's sucking wind and every little shoulder roll counts.
Shane Propone: If they aren't all back in the dressing rooms sucking other things by then.
Nicholas Rowe: SHANE!!
[But Dee Dee's not one to stay on her back this early in the evening. Kipping up from the dropkick and immediately taking Tawny down with a drop toehold. A move she follows up with a tornado arm wringer and a few well-placed knees into the elbow joint.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dee Dee's seems to have found her body part to focus on as she grounds and pounds the left arm of Tawny Blake.
Shane Propone: Nice. I wouldn't mind grounding and poundng either of these women. Although I imagine Dee Dee would be more receptive. Tawny's a little too uptight.
Nicholas Rowe: OY!
(into the headset)
Murray, could you call down to the med station and reserve me a couple Excedrin? I may need them after this match.
[As may Tawny Blake. As Dee Dee yanks the beloved Manhattanite to her feet by that left arm and whips her hard into the friendly corner. Charging in moments after she releases Tawny and dropkicking forcefully for extra impact just as Blake's back strikes the turnbuckles.]
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like Dee Dee's got Blake in the wrong part of town now.
Shane Propone: And a New Yorker like Blake would certainly be familiar with that. The Big Apple has its share of them.
Nicholas Rowe: Dee Dee now wishboning Tawny out of the corner and tagging in Rage.
[And dropping down on the mat to hold Tawny's arm out so Rage can stomp on the exposed joint. After several stomps to the exposed elbow, this starts to draw the interest of senior referee Darrin Livingston. Not that Rage is worried. As Livingston breaks the hold and coaxes Dee Dee Summers out of the ring, the eastern Canadian panther that is Rage yanks Tawny up by the weakened left arm into a shortarm clothesline. Which is promptly followed up with another yank. This one leading to an overhead belly to belly into the more northerly corner.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dalbello Rage continuing the assault on the arm.
Shane Propone: And scraping Tawny Blake with the ring lights on the suplex. Did you SEE the explosion on that baby?
Nicholas Rowe: Hard not to. Leave it to Dalbello Rage to turn a wrestling ring into the world's most violent tanning bed.
[And Rage is not done with that arm yet. Just as she gets to her feet after the suplex, she rushes toward the downed Tawny Blake and plants a dropkick in the elbow joint. Then yanking Tawny to her feet for a third time by the battered left arm and dropping her back to the canvas with a cross armbreaker.]
Shane Propone: Still wondering about that team chemistry, Nickles? Looks like Rage and Summers have worked out a pretty solid strategy to me.
Nicholas Rowe: Question is has that happened by design or osmosis. Both Summers and Rage are devotees in their own ways of the technical side of wrestling.
Shane Propone: Which is good reason for their styles to blend well even if their personalities don't, wouldn't you say?
Nicholas Rowe: You know that is a shockingly good point coming from you.
Shane Propone: Thank you.
[Which is more than Mallory can do with Dalbello Rage. She's finally had enough of seeing her partner worked over and rushes over to Tawny's aid. Jumping up on Rage's back and rolling her out of the corner with a crucifix as Rage is trying to a make hard bag of the veteran Blake.]
Shane Propone: The little cheater! Someone get that whiny little crybaby off of Dalbello Rage.
Nicholas Rowe: Funny, Shane. You were alright with cheating last week when the Midknight Sisters and Party Inc. were doing it.
Shane Propone: Well, that's different. Those four women are all winners in life. And the fact they're all hot doesn't hurt either.
Nicholas Rowe: Be that as it may, you're getting your way here. Darrin Livingston stepping in to break the hold and escort Mallory Adroit out of the ring.
[But not before Dalbello has shrugged her way out of the crucifix after what would have been a two count had Mallory been legal. Still, the distraction has served its purpose. Blake's had the chance to catch her breath a little. Enabling her to rush forward with a flying headscisssors the moment Rage turns back around to face her.]
Nicholas Rowe: It'll take more than of an assault than that to put a veteran of Tawny Blake's caliber away.
Shane Propone: But her left arm has to be feeling the pain after the attack Summers and Rage have been putting on.
Nicholas Rowe: No question of that, Shane. Blake trying to shake some more feeling into her arm as he picks Rage and whips her into the corner in front of her partner. Flying clothesline to drive Rage into the corner and a quick tag out to Adroit.
[Who wastes no time with her first legal action of the match. Climbing up the ropes as she receives the tag and hopping onto Rage's shoulders. Victory rolling the dangerous Dalbello out of the corner.]
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
Nicholas Rowe: And a quick two count for Mallory as she enters the match.
Shane Propone: But let's see what she can do in there with a real talent. This isn't one of the weak sisters of ACE like Tracy Sin or Rebekah Jett that Mallory's in there with now. This is Dalbello Rage.
[A point Rage is eager to drive home as she shoves Mallory back into the corner and starts throwing hard knees into the midsection. After several of these, she dragon screws Mallory out of the corner and decks Tawny Blake off the ring apron before turning to face the favorite daughter.]
Nicholas Rowe: Rage appears to be locked in as she stalks Mallory Adroit.
Shane Propone: And that's no place anybody wants to be. Especially Mallory. Rage will eat your career for a mid-evening snack as soon as look at you when she gets like this.
And I LOVE IT!
Nicholas Rowe: You would.
[One can practically see the mental salivation going on in Rage's mind as she buries a knee in the spine of Adroit and rolls through into a bridging reverse headlock.]
Nicholas Rowe: Dalbello Rage starting on what she hopes is a systematic desctruction of Mallory Adroit.
Shane Propone: Come on Dalbello! Break her! Just like you did to that little twit, Alicia Crane!
Nicholas Rowe: Rage putting all her strength into that headlock.
[When it gets broken by a stomp in the gut curtesy of Tawny Blake. This causes Darrin Livingston to step in and escort Tawny back to her corner. Giving Rage the chance to roll over back onto Mallory's spine and start throttling her.]
Shane Propone: That's it, Livingston. Get Blake out of here.
Nicholas Rowe: Meanwhile, Rage has her hands all over Mallory's windpipe.
Shane Propone: That's okay. My research tells me her windpipe is quite spongy. It'll bounce back.
[Before or after Rage has cut off her air supply? The world will never know. For Rage appears to hear Darrin Livingston finish admonishing Tawny Blake and quickly adjusts the move into a camel clutch to conceal the cheating.]
Nicholas Rowe: Livingston back on the job and checking the submission a little too late to see if it's a choke.
Shane Propone: Blame Tawny Blake for that. You can't call what you can't see and Blake's the reason Livingston couldn't see the alleged choke.
Nicholas Rowe: ALLEGED?!! Shane, Mallory had as much air going in her lungs as you let go to your brain!
[Well, it's not a choke now. That's what matters if you're a Dalbello Rage fan. The damage done and effectively concealed, Rage breaks the camel clutch and pulls Mallory to her feet. Wasting no time to continue the assault by atomic dropping Mallory back toward center ring. Insuring the Jersey native isn't near the drops when Rage full nelson bombs her back to the canvas.]
Nicholas Rowe: Rage taking a lot of the air out of Mallory's sails here to say the least.
Shane Propone: Which is fitting considering she is the least around here.
Nicholas Rowe: I don't know. Even as poorly as The Sensuous One has been treating her, Sam had to see something in Mallory to bring her into Atlantic City Entertainment.
Shane Propone: Yeah, she saw what we're all seeing right now. A girl who squashes good.
Nicholas Rowe: As Rage tags out to Dee Dee Summers.
[Who enters the ring and promptly stands around looking confused trying to figure out what to do with Dalbello's scraps. Realizing she should do something, she drops a token leg across the neck of the fallen Adroit.]
Nicholas Rowe: Summers not looking too happy with the situation before her.
Shane Propone: Now you see, this is where Pandora would come in handy. Dee Dee's too nice and goody-goody to take advantage here. Pandora would be dragging Little Miss Mopes-A-Lot down to hell and be looking hot doing it.
Nicholas Rowe: Man, you're just sick.
Shane Propone: Blah, blah, blah. Broken record there, Nickles. Tell me something I haven't been hearing since junior high.
[Like that Dee Dee appears to have heard the criticism and is peeling Mallory up off the mat. Like maybe she's shooting Mallory off the ropes. I have it. How about I tell you that in her confusion over how to behave toward the brutalized Mallory, she ends up sending the fallen underdog the wrong direction. Thereby allowing Tawny Blake to make the blind tag.]
Shane Propone: You see, Nickles, this just proves my point. Pandora would have been vicious and stayed on Mallory. Dee Dee just screwed up and let Tawny Blake back in the ring.
Nicholas Rowe: And take her down with a flying headscissor as she comes in.
Shane Propone: Pandora, come back. We need you.
[Rage would seem to agree. She's had enough of Dee Dee's vacilating and the consequences. So she rushes in, practically bowling over referee Darrin Livingston in the process, and throws a hard knee right in Tawny's breadbasket. Before grabbing her by the hair and pitching her over the top rope and into the metal guardrail which rattles to protest the impact.]
Nicholas Rowe: Looks like we may have our crazy lady snapping for your pleasure after all, Shane. But it's Dalbello Rage as she pitches Tawny Blake to the floor.
Shane Propone: Good. Dee Dee needs to give it up and just succumb to the evil within her. Become the beast we all know she can be.
[She needs to do something anyway as with the ref out, Mallory jumps in the ring and tackles her before the assault on tawny can become a two on one. Meanwhile Rage has followed Blake outside the ring and is repeatedly bouncing the Big Apple beauty's head off the ring apron.]
Nicholas Rowe: And it looks like this is quickly getting out of control.
Shane Propone: And I love it. Mallory and Dee Dee rolling around in the ring building toward that catfight they need so badly to have. Rage pounding Blake's head against the ring apron like she's trying to crack walnuts with it. This is GREAT!!
Nicholas Rowe: NO!! THIS IS CHAOS!!
[In the midst of which, referee Darrin Livingston finally rises to his feet and begins shaking the cobwebs loose. Getting his mind clear, he calls for the bell and goes over to confer with Amy Roland.]
Nicholas Rowe: Livingston's got to be throwing this match out. It's totally broken down.
Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR HER ACTIONS AGAINST REFEREE DARRIN LIVINGSTON, DALBELLO RAGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED!! THERFORE YOUR WINNERS, THE TEAM OF TAWNY BLAKE AND MALLORY ADROIT!!
Shane Propone: SAY WHAT?!!
Nicholas Rowe: Well, Shane, Rage did plow into Livingston going for Blake and you can't touch an official.
Shane Propone: If that's not the most boneheaded decision I've ever heard, I don't know what is.
[Not that it appears any of the combatants care. They are all still far too busy fighting. Adroit and summers are on the feet now. Throwing fists and trading punch blocks. While outside, Dalbello Rage has thrown Tawny Blake into the guardrail for a second time and is stomping a mudhole in her.]
Nicholas Rowe: WE GOTTA GET SOME ONE DOWN HERE!! WE GOTTA GET CONTROL SOMEHOW!!
Shane Propone: ARE YOU NUTS? FISTS ARE FLYING!! BODIES ARE SUFFERING!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
[If you think that's something, Shane, this must be your favorite Dee Dee Summers moment ever. As the troubled blonde gets the upper hand on Mallory and...]
Nicholas Rowe: SUMMER SUNSET FACEBREAKER FROM DEE DEE SUMMERS!! MALLORY ADROIT COULD BE DEAD AFTER THAT MOVE!!
Shane Propone: YES!! THANK YOU, DEE DEE!! THANK YOU
Nicholas Rowe: And now Rage rolling Tawny Blake back in the ring. CTC!! RAGE CLAMPS ON THE CTC!! AND SHE WON'T LET GO!! WE NEED HELP OUT HERE AND NOW!! RAGE IS TRYING TO KILL THE WOMAN!!
[Referees and wrestlers race toward the ring to try and separate Dalbello Rage and Tawny Blake. Medics roll Mallory onto a stretcher as Dee Dee Summers stands there screaming at her. And all the chaos finally fades to black.]
