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12 / 14 / 2019 | Target Center | Minneapolis, Minnesota Commentators - Nigel McGuinness, Tony Schiavone, & "Big Poppa Pump" Scott Steiner Dark Matches
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AZM
(w/
Starlight Kid) def. Sumie Sakai via Pin Fall w/
Flying Double Stomp in
8:01 A new era is upon us. Can you hear that? They're ready for it. Inside the arena, the fans are losing their minds. We're two weeks removed from 12 Large, quite possibly one of the most important events in Solid Gold Wrestling history and the fans are still buzzing, wondering what could possibly follow such an ambitious, history making event. We fade up inside the arena and the set-up is magnificent. Everything is shiny and silver and sharp and the Golden-Tron proudly presents the name of our event, "Fight to the Finish," surrounded by an ever-shifting oceanic backdrop of swords and shields and knives. As pyrotechnics rattle off across the stage and down the ramp, culminating with a series of explosions emanating from the peak of each turnbuckle post, the fans jump and scream in unison! The camera shifts and shakes, moving from one side of the arena to the other, giving off an utterly chaotic vibe as we finally hear from the voices of Solid Gold Wrestling, Tony Schiavone, Nigel McGuinness, and "Big Poppa Pump" Scott Steiner! [ Tony Schiavone ] Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you're ready because it's time! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Right you are, Tony! Solid Gold Wrestlin' is back 'n firing on all cylinda's! We're fresh off crowning new champions at Mile High Madness 'n 12 Large 'n it's now time t' Fight t' the bloody Finish! [ Tony Schiavone ] And Fight to the Finish we will when "The American Nightmare" Cody defends his newly won SGW Elevation Championship in our main event tonight against the violent and sadistic "King of the Goths" Jimmy Havoc! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Certainly not an ideal first defense, by any means! [ Tony Schiavone ] It's going to be a real humdinger, folks! And speaking of humdingers, at Mile High Madness, we saw a shocking and violent conclusion to the rivalry between Luke Harper and Matt Sydal, the Mile High Street Fight! Never before in the history of Solid Gold Wrestling has there been a more brutal, unforgiving brawl than the one we witnessed on that night! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Let us not forget, that wasn't the only blood spilled in Denva', Colorado! Thousands of fans in attendance 'n millions watching at home witnessed Christina Von Eerie outlast eight otha' women t' become the first eva' SGW Women's World Champion! [ Tony Schiavone ] But it didn't come without a price! Christina Von Eerie was on the receiving end of a sickening chair shot, courtesy of Tessa Blanchard! As a result, Miss Von Eerie lost so much blood that she was fortunate not to have to receive a blood transfusion after the show went off the air! Yet, despite her grievous injury, she still somehow managed to pin Rhea Ripley and walk away with the duke... and the championship! [ Nigel McGuinness ] She's tough as bloody nails, that Christina Von Eerie! I'd wager it's gonna be a long while before there's anyone who's gonna take that title away from 'er! I have heard, howeva', that we will hear news of Christia Von Eerie's first defense at some point t'night! I'd say Holiday Hell seems bloody likely! [ Tony Schiavone ] But the big news coming out of 12 Large-- "I
HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD, [ Nigel McGuinness ] Speak o' the bloody devil! The boos threaten to shake the building down to its foundation! Ken Kennedy and Chris Masters emerge from the back in black slacks with white button-up shirts along with aviator sunglasses and expensive looking watches. They walk to the edge of the ramp and look out at the fans with smug looks on their faces, clearly proud of this epic negative reaction that they probably think is all for them... but they soon realize it isn't when those deafening boos becomes even MORE deafening once Randy Orton appears from the back. Orton is wearing a black three piece suit and sunglasses with the Solid Gold Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship resting on his shoulder. Orton looks out at the booing fans, showing absolutely zero emotion. Kennedy and Masters stand on either side of him, still looking amused by the highly negative reaction. [ Tony Schiavone ] And there they are, Chris Masters and Ken Kennedy! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Two men who owe their current state of employment to Randy Orton! Two men who haven't been in the spotlight since SGW shut its doors thirteen years ago! And here they are, having pulled off an ambitious coup to see Randy Orton walk away the SGW World Champion! [ Scott Steiner ] I thought Chris Masters was supposed to be some jacked up beast!? He don't look big t' me! He looks like some scrawny punk ass bitch! If I saw this guy on the beach, I'd kick his sand in his face just for bein' there! Fuckin' shrimp! Orton begins walking down the ramp, paying no attention to the jeering fans or the middle fingers flying at him from every direction. For a moment, the camera focuses on Ken Kennedy jawing back and forth with a fan that keeps waving his middle fingers right in Kennedy's face. Kennedy swats the fan's hand down and immediately catches a wad of spit right in his face! Kennedy looks pissed but Chris Masters pulls him away from the guardrail before hands get thrown! Randy Orton makes his way up the ring steps and walks across the apron before stopping to remove his sunglasses and look out at the fans through his cold, lifeless eyes. [ Tony Schiavone ] Look at that, fans. The eyes of a killer. [ Nigel McGuinness ] Cold blooded. Orton steps through the ropes and we see Justin Roberts standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone. Kennedy and Masters make their way up the steps as well with Kennedy wiping away at his face, trying to get all remnants of the loogie hocked in his face moments earlier. Masters and Kennedy enter the ring and position themselves on either side of Orton, putting on a full authoritative display. As Justin Roberts begins to speak, Orton holds the SGW World Heavyweight Championship over his head with hand, allowing the fans to take it all in. [ Justin Roberts ] Ladies and gentlemen... the Solid Gold Wrrrrrrrestling... WORRRRRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONNNNNNN.... RRRRRRRRANDY... OR-TONNNNNNNNNNN! If you thought the boos couldn't get any louder, you were wrong. Ken Kennedy looks at Justin Roberts and shakes his head in disgust. Kennedy walks past Orton and snatches the microphone out of Justin Roberts' hand. Orton just stares straight ahead, still holding up the championship. Kennedy looks personally offended, tapping on the top of the microphone to make sure it's on. Kennedy yells right in Roberts' face. [ Ken Kennedy ] You call yourself an ANNOUNCER? The fans continue booing and Kennedy shakes his head with disgust. [ Ken Kennedy ] Shame on you, young man. And then he wags his finger back and forth, right in Roberts' face. [ Ken Kennedy ] ...SHAAAAAAAAAME! Orton lowers the championship and rests it on his shoulder before slowly turning his head to observe what's going on between Kennedy and Justin Roberts. Chris Masters scratches his chin, looking disappointed in Kennedy. Kennedy points to the outside of the ring. [ Ken Kennedy ] Exit stage left, jerk off! I'll show you how it's done! Justin Roberts hurriedly exits the ring and Ken Kennedy removes his sunglasses, hanging them in the collar of his button-up shirt. He struts to the middle of the ring with a crooked smile and stands there for a moment, basking in the negative reaction. Finally, without further adieu... he tilts his head back, eyes shut, and dangles the microphone over his mouth as though he plans to suck it down his throat. [ Ken Kennedy ] LLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMENNNNN... He pauses, stopping to smell the air, eye still shut. Chris Masters rubs the bridge of his nose. [ Ken Kennedy ] ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE TO YOU... THE MAN... The boos threaten to drown him out. Orton clutches the championship tightly, staring straight ahead. [ Ken Kennedy ] THE VERY MAN... WHO WON THE SOLID GOLD WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP ON HIS VERY FIRST NIGHT IN THE COMPANY! THE SAME MAN WHO DEFEATED VAL VENIS, WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM YOURS TRULY-- Orton raises an eyebrow and side eyes Kennedy. Masters just takes a deep breath. [ Ken Kennedy ] --TO BECOME THE SOLID GOLD WRESTLING... WORRRRRRRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND YES, THE MAN, THE SAME DEVILISHLY HANDSOME MAN WHO DID WHAT SO MANY BEFORE WANTED TO DO... AND COULDN'T... Kennedy lowers his head and opens his eyes, nodding with a satisfied smile. Kennedy gestures toward Orton with the wave of his hand and the boos... they just never stop. They never even tease stopping. [ Ken Kennedy ] Hey, boys in the production truck... put a spotlight on this guy 'cause this is the big one! The lights actually dim and a spotlight drops right on Randy Orton. He looks around with a confused sneer. It's really hard to tell if he's into this at all. Kennedy, however, is all about this, tilting his head back and shouting loudly into the microphone. [ Ken Kennedy ] THAT'S RIGHT! BOW DOWN AND KISS THIS MAN'S FIRM, SUPPLE BUTTOCKS BECAUSE THIS MAN... YES, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE... IS THE ONE AND ONLY MAN... THE ONLY MAN IN HISTORY... WAIT FOR IT... WAIT FOR IT... He lowers his head and narrows his eyes, barely whispering as he stares right into the camera. [ Ken Kennedy ] ...wait for it. There's an awkward pause... and then he shuts his eyes and shouts once again. [ Ken Kennedy ] THE MAN... THE GOODNESS GRACIOUS GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY MAN... WHO KILLED TAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! AND GOT AWAY WITH IT DESPITE THE MEDDLING OF A BUNCH OF KIDS AND THEIR LITTLE DOG, TOO! Kennedy stops for a moment, opens one eye and speaks normally for two seconds. [ Ken Kennedy ] ...I'm talking about Edge and Christian. Trish Stratus is the little dog. He almost breaks up chucking but then shuts the one eye and begins shouting again! [ Ken Kennedy ] THE MAN WHO OUTLASTED ELEVEN OTHER MEN TO BECOME TWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLVE LARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGE AND THE TWO-TIME TWO-TIME SOLID GOLD WRESTLING... WORRRRRRRRRRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONNNNNNN! He points at Orton with one shaky finger, his face red and pouring sweat. [ Ken Kennedy ] THE LEGEND KILLER! And then he points at the ceiling. [ Ken Kennedy ] THE GODSEND! And then back at Orton. [ Ken Kennedy ] AND THE LEGEND HIMSELF! And then he tilts his head back, one final time. [ Ken Kennedy ] RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRANDYYYYYYYYYYY... ORRRRRRTONNNNNNNNNNN! The lights come back up and the air is just thick with boos. Kennedy nods, looking ready to fall over from a stroke at any moment after that insane announcement. Kennedy obnoxiously chews gum before raising the microphone once more to his lips. [ Ken Kennedy ] How's that for some afternoon delight, huh? Orton smirks and the camera man catches Orton mouthing "are you done?" Kennedy nods and hands him the microphone. Orton takes the microphone and looks down at it for a moment before finally raising it to his mouth. The boos continue to be overwhelming and Orton lowers the microphone, looking out at everyone through those soulless, emotionless eyes. Once it becomes clear that the boos will continue regardless, he raises the microphone again and just begins speaking. [ Randy Orton ] You know-- The boos cut him off again, you almost literally can't hear him. Orton tries again. [ Randy Orton ] You know... I really thought I'd come out here tonight and have something to say. Something emotional or profound about what it means to me... to become the SGW World Heavyweight Champion for a second time... after all I've been through... the ups and downs, my relationship with Jeff Jarrett... winning the world championship and then... losing it to Steve Austin before I even had time to enjoy it... Orton looks out at the booing masses and lets that hang in the air for a moment. [ Randy Orton ] ...life and death... and then life again... before ultimately ending up in the back of a garbage truck with Carlito and Chuck Norris... who else can say that, huh? I've had a hell of a run in this company... loved and hated... favored at times... and other times? Treated like dirt on the bottom of Jeff Jarrett's shoe. Orton removes the SGW World Heavyweight Championship from his shoulder and holds it in front of him. He looks down at it and almost looks as though he's going into a trance, fixated on the gold in front of him. He licks his lips and raises the microphone again, not looking up from the belt. [ Randy Orton ] ...but it dawned on me... over the past couple of weeks... I never did lose my SGW World Heavyweight Championship... I lost Jeff Jarrett's SGW World Heavyweight Championship. That belt never belonged to me... it belonged to Double J... it belonged to the Golden Rule... and it would have belonged to whoever Jeff Jarrett decided to put in that spot. That was never... ever my championship and I've spent the last thirteen years-- Orton shuts his eyes tightly, swallowing hard as though he might actually be getting emotional. [ Randy Orton ] Thirteen long years... holding myself responsible... blaming myself for losing something that never belonged to me in the first place. See, Jeff Jarrett put this championship in my hands thirteen years ago... anybody but Val Venis, he said. I wasn't ready for this but it didn't matter... I was just a pawn in his game to retake the company... and when I was gone, he replaced me with Lance Storm... and when Lance Storm was gone, he replaced him with Alex Shelley... we were disposable... I... was disposable... and as much as I hate to admit this to myself... in front of all of you... I was nothing to Jeff Jarrett... I was nothing to Solid Gold Wrestling... I wasn't my own man... I was someone else's... someone else's creation... Orton, still holding the championship in front of him, cuts his eyes upward and meets your gaze. [ Randy Orton ] Well, look at me now. Orton shakes his head gently, trembling with intensity. A droplet of sweat rolls off the tip of his nose. [ Randy Orton ] ...you son of a bitch. Ken Kennedy nods along, offering a fist pump behind Orton. Masters pats Orton on the shoulder. Orton holds the championship up next to his face and turns his head slightly, admiring it. Orton's voice remains cold and flat as he continues speaking. [ Randy Orton ] For the first time in my career... this is mine. Dramatic pause. [ Randy Orton ] It was mine to win... and now it's mine to lose. Kennedy applauds and shakes his head, "you're never gonna lose, bud." [ Randy Orton ] From now on, everything about this championship... happens on my terms. Orton smirks. [ Randy Orton ] I guess you could say... for the first time in my SGW career... His eyes narrow. [ Randy Orton ] ...there are no strings on me. Chris Masters rubs his hands together in front of him anxiously, wearing a smirk of his own. Orton places the championship on his shoulder once again and glances down at it, admiring it once more before turning to face the crowd, sounding more commanding, more lively than before. [ Randy Orton ] Now, you're probably wondering what that means... maybe you're even wondering who I'm going to defend against first... and the answer to that question? Well, it's a lot simpler than you probably think. Who will I defend against first? All semblance of amusement goes out the window. His dry smirk vanishes. He's dead serious. [ Randy Orton ] ...the answer... is no one. Ken Kennedy chuckles, pointing at Orton: "nobody! You're the man, Randy! You are the man!" [ Randy Orton ] NO ONE! Because there is no one in this company that is on my level. I'm taking Holiday Hell off the same way I'm taking off tonight. I'm leaving it up to all of the scrubs in the back who think they can step to me... to figure out who gets the honor of getting their skull kicked in first. The fans finally begin chanting "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" and Orton just stares out into the masses. [ Randy Orton ] And when I deem someone worthy... IF I DEEM SOMEONE WORTHY... of stepping in the ring with me... then... and only then... will I put this championship on the line... and there's not a god damn thing anyone can do about it. He looks down at the championship once again, a fleeting glance... and then back up into the camera. [ Randy Orton ] What was that you said, Jeff? Remember the golden rule. A sinister smile creeps across his face. [ Randy Orton ] He who has the gold... makes the rules. Kennedy chuckles, patting Orton on the shoulder, "great callback, chief." [ Tony Schiavone ] This truly is a new era in Solid Gold Wrestling... Randy Orton is going out of his way right now to put the entire locker room on notice! As if he hasn't done enough with his despicable behavior over the past month and a half! We get it, Randy! [ Scott Steiner ] That punk wouldn't be talkin' like that back in my day. That kinda' bullshit talk was a good way to get bodied by Bill Goldberg... or me, god dammit! I woulda' smashed this punk bitch and turned him out! Made him one o' my freaks! Suddenly, "Undisputed" hits and the fans blow the roof off the place! Kennedy and Masters both overreact, looking utterly shocked that someone would interrupt Orton's speech but Orton simply stands upright, clutching the championship in his hand, and slowly turns to face the entranceway. The cheers get even louder as Adam Cole steps out onto the stage in jeans and a masculine pink button-up dress shirt. He's accompanied by Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, who is rocking a skin tight blue dress. Adam Cole has a microphone in his hand and he walks to the edge of the stage, his eyes never leaving the ring. Finally, he raises his arms in the air, shouting: "ADAM COLE! BAY-BAYYYYYYYY!" The fans join along, absolutely losing their minds. Baker positions herself next to Cole with her hands on her hips, looking down at the ring with a raised eyebrow and a confident smirk. Cole, however, is all business as he clutches the microphone at his side. [ Nigel McGuinness ] Gentlemen, it's about t' go down! Adam Cole is HERE! [ Tony Schiavone ] The man named by Arn Anderson as the future of Solid Gold Wrestling! [ Scott Steiner ] He's a punk ass little pretty boy and he needs t' work out his upper body for once in his life but he 'bout god damn near went the distance at 12 Large and I'll give the little bastard props for that! Takin' the beatin' he took and still goin'? I guess when they built the son of a bitch, they forgot to put in the fuckin' QUIT! [ Tony Schiavone ] But what does he want with Randy Orton? What does he want right now?! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Do ya' even really have t' ask, Tony!? Let's hear the man speak! Staring down at the ring with brooding intensity, Cole raises his microphone and begins to speak. [ Adam Cole ] I've heard enough, Orton. Orton raises an eyebrow and slightly tilts his head, eager to hear what Cole has to say. [ Adam Cole ] I've heard enough, Britt's heard enough, and these people have heard... enough. Orton can be seen mouthing "oh really?" Kennedy and Masters look on angrily. [ Adam Cole ] I've only been in Solid Gold Wrestling for a couple months and I've had to listen to you over and over and over again, bitching and complaining about how you were done wrong by Jeff Jarrett! How no one liked you... no one respected you... and how you're going to change all that! Well, guess what, Randy? Let me tell you something right now and I'm gonna make it real clear for you so you can get it through that thick skull of yours! Cole points down at ringside, right at Orton. [ Adam Cole ] I don't like you! I don't respect you! And I don't give a damn what you went through thirteen years ago! Jeff Jarrett handed you the SGW World Championship and you weren't ready for it? That's not anybody else's problem... but YOURS! The fans "ooOOoOooOoo" in response to that. Orton's face turns red with anger, though he tries not to let it show. Kennedy and Masters both look to Orton, waiting to see how he responds but he gives them nothing. Britt leans on Cole's shoulder, smiling as he continues. [ Adam Cole ] I'll tell you what I care about... I care about the fact that if it wasn't for those two washed-up nobodies behind you, I'd be the SGW World Heavyweight Champion right now! Not you! Not old man Tim Storm! Me! I'd be walking through this curtain right now with that championship around my waist and these people... all these people who despise you? They wouldn't be booing... they'd be shouting- He throws his free hand in the air, pointing at the ceiling. [ Adam Cole ] TWELVE LARRRRRRRRGE! "BAY-BAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!" He lowers his arm, still glaring toward the ring as the fans finish for him. [ Adam Cole ] I care about the fact that you screwed me over... you piece of shit! He points at himself with his thumb. [ Adam Cole ] I care about the fact that Arn Anderson named me the future of Solid Gold Wrestling! And then he points at the entranceway behind him. [ Adam Cole ] And I most certainly care about the fact that I'm the one guy outta' everybody in that locker room that can stand here right now... having never had my shoulders pinned to the mat since I walked through that door... even after sharing the ring with the oh-so-great... mother fucking LEGEND HIMSELF... Randy Orton! Orton huffs and scratches his chin, looking uninterested. [ Adam Cole ] Say what you will about anybody else back there, Orton... but I'm the one who stared you in the eyes and lived to tell the tale... and deep down, you know... that if it wasn't for your crack security team you've got shivering behind you right now like a couple of scared little bitches... I'm the one who would've beaten you! Kennedy shakes his head, shouting "NO WAYYYY!" [ Adam Cole ] So here I am, Orton, in front of the whole world... and I'm not asking... I'm demanding... that you step up, be a man, and do the right thing... put that title on the line in two weeks at Holiday Hell! Randy Orton... versus Adam Cole-- "BAY-BAYYYYYYYY!" [ Adam Cole ] ...for the SGW World Heavyweight Championship! The fans begin buzzing with anticipation as they await Orton's response. Orton looks down at his championship and then twirls the microphone in his hand, maintaining the stone cold serious look on his face. Finally, Orton raises the microphone, leaning on the top rope as he cuts his eyes in Cole's direction. [ Randy Orton ] You know somethin', Adam... you made a lot of really good points while you were standing up there, yapping away like a little dog... and your offer? Your demand, even... that I stand up and do the right thing... it's tempting. The fans begin booing as they realize quickly where this is going. [ Randy Orton ] No, no, it is! It's tempting. He smirks as he steps away from the ropes and looks out at the jeering fans. [ Randy Orton ] Randy Orton versus Adam Cole at Holiday Hell? That... that's a huge match. He nods, seemingly giving Cole credit where it's due. [ Randy Orton ] ...but I don't think you're ready for it. And then the boos get even louder as Orton finally arrives where they knew he was going. Cole just smiles and scratches his chin as he looks down at the stage. Britt Baker shakes her head, fuming. Cole knew this was coming, too, from the look of it. [ Randy Orton ] So I'm afraid that's gonna be a hard pass for me. Cole nods, a knowing smile on his face. He raises his microphone once again. [ Adam Cole ] I had a feeling you might feel that way... so, I hope you don't mind that I went ahead and ran my idea past someone else before I came out here tonight, just in case... and needless to say, he really liked the idea. You could even say... he loved the idea... but don't take my word for it... The fans pop huge as VAL VENIS emerges from the back in slacks and light purple button-up shirt. Venis looks down the ramp with a knowing smile of his own. He carries his own microphone. Venis shakes hands with Adam Cole and then turns to face the ring. Orton looks furious, the sight of Venis threatening to cause him to rage out and rip his suit up like the Incredible Hulk. Venis nods with satisfaction, knowing he's already under Orton's skin. [ Val Venis ] Randy... I'm not gonna stand up here and take all night running down our history and reminding everyone why we don't like each other... because this isn't about me and it damn sure isn't about putting myself over when there's a roster back there behind that curtain, ripe with untapped potential, working their asses off day in and day out to make this the most successful run of Solid Gold Wrestling in history! Orton shakes his head, looking disgusted. [ Val Venis ] Not when there's a man standing right here next to me that... dammit... I believe could be the guy that guides this company into the future and takes SGW to heights it's never seen before! No, Randy, that's not why I'm out here... I'm out here because I respect that SGW World Heavyweight Championship more than I respect you... more than I respect myself, even! Venis points up at the ring with one trembling finger. [ Val Venis ] And I'll be damned if I let you take it hostage! The fans pop for that. Cole rubs his hands together, smiling. [ Val Venis ] So, this is what's going to happen... in two weeks, Solid Gold Wrestling presents its first pay-per-view event since the comeback... HOLIDAY HELL! And in the main event, Randy Orton will defend that SGW World Heavyweight Championship against ADAM COLE whether he wants to... or not! Orton finally flips out, throwing his jacket off and holding up the SGW World Heavyweight Championship in front of him, pointing at himself and shouting "ARE YOU SERIOUS, RIGHT NOW!?" Kennedy and Masters also come unglued, looking furious on Orton's behalf. Venis chuckles. [ Val Venis ] And if you get any wise ideas about no-showing the event or refusing to do business in any way, shape, or form... consider yourself stripped of that championship and your win at 12 Large stricken from the record... courtesy of the Championship Committee. Orton grips the championship tightly, as though he fears someone might actually try to take it. [ Val Venis ] And just in case you're thinking of testing me... entertain me as I do take a moment to remind the fans about our history and how much we hate each other... when I tell you, right here and now, how much I would love to take that championship away from you... and erase you from the history books. Venis shakes his head, no longer amused... a dead serious look on his face. [ Val Venis ] I'll do it in a second, Orton. Just give me a reason. Without another word, "Undisputed" hits and Val Venis returns to the backstage area, leaving Cole and Britt standing on the stage, looking satisfied with how all of that just played out. The camera zooms in Orton, Kennedy, and Masters in the ring as they collectively seethe with anger. [ Tony Schiavone ] Well, you heard it here first, folks! At Holiday Hell on December 28th, Randy Orton will defend the SGW World Heavyweight Championship against Adam Cole! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Of all our possible main events, ya' couldn't possibly ask for a bigga' one 'n that! As Orton grits his teeth in anger, looking ready to kill someone, we go backstage.
From the business in the arena proper we fade to a nameless
corridor, backstage in the Target Center, although our vision of
said hallway is obscured by a seething, angry face. The man’s long,
wet black hair is hanging all over his face, but he pushes it back
behind his ears and snarls slightly, exhaling intensely from the
nose.
The
four corners of the squared circle are as filled with humanity as
they have been since Solid Gold Wrestling’s return in October, as,
in total, managers and all, there are 10 people for Senior Official
Mike Chioda to corral throughout this opening contest of the
evening. THE! As
Matt and Nick bounce off the far, ropes, preparing for something
crazy, Officer Barry is quick, back into the ring with his finger
gun drawn! HOLY
SHIT! The
Target Center is alive with energy and Matt Jackson begins looking
around, in complete shock at the madness unfolding. He looks back at
the gun in his hand and his face is immediately written over with
heartbreak and confliction. On the floor, Detective Carr realizes
what’s happened and screams out for the older Buck – but Nick is up
and ready to defend his brother – but the good Detective is not
having ANY of it and hurls Nick right into the guardrail with a sick
thud! WINNERS - Reno SCUM via Pin Fall in 19:27
Reno SCUM's theme hits
the speakers and they celebrate, on their knees in the middle of the
ring after the exhausting contest to open the show here in
Minneapolis. Luster kisses Thornstowe on the forehead as the baffled audience offers
up a strong
reaction for the victorious tandem. As
the tag team match comes to a conclusion and the ring begins to
clear, we find ourselves in a long hallway backstage. The camera
moves backwards as Nick Aldis, Kamille, Eli Drake, and Jim Cornette
are seen walking in unison right towards us. Their march ends at a
door with a “Championship Committee” sign on it. Cornette walks to
the front of the group and gives them their orders.
Aubrey Edwards calls for the bell and Sasha Banks remains in her corner, visibly unnerved. Bayley stands at ringside, looking from Sasha to Ratchet and back again with genuine fear in her eyes. Ratchet remains in her own corner for a moment before taking one exaggerated stagger toward the center of the ring and then begins convulsing violently as though electricity is pulsing through her veins! The fans don't know what to make of this and begin booing. [ Scott Steiner ] What the fuck is this shit!? [ Tony Schiavone ] She seems to be having some kind of... episode or something! [ Nigel McGuinness ] ...or something is right, Tony! Not much is known about the mysterious Nurse Ratchet or conspicuously absent villainous mastermind, Docta' Cube... but what little we do know is that she's dangerous and unpredictable! Sasha Banks may very well be The Boss but I doubt she's been through anything that would prepare her for THIS! Without wasting another second, Sasha Banks charges across the ring and nails Ratchet with a shotgun drop kick that sends her staggering back into her corner! Sasha rolls right back to her feet and charges in with a vicious forearm to the chest that rattles the nurse. Sasha continues firing off with a series of forearms, causing Ratchet to rock back and forth stiffly, showing no other signs of selling the onslaught! Finally, Sasha Banks takes a step back and waves her hand in front of her face, openly gagging! [ Tony Schiavone ] How foul must Nurse Ratchet be to elicit that reaction from Sasha Banks?! [ Scott Steiner ] This bitch is just full o' surprises, huh!? You know who else probably stinks!? Bryan Danielson! You know how it is with those... those vegans 'n their hippy bullshit! They sit around all day, eatin' hummus 'n not shavin' 'n showerin', rollin' around in the fuckin' mud like a bunch o' god damn dogs! I don't like it! It ain't right! If that broad can't take a fuckin' shower, she shouldn't be here! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I think it's more the fact that she seems t' be some sort of supernaturally fueled being from beyond the grave, Scott! It's not simply a matta' of not taking a showa' but that she's been bathed by somethin' else entirely... such as the evil machinations of one Docta' Cube! [ Scott Steiner ] Who is this Doctor Cube anyway?! I ain't even see this guy around! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Oh, you'd know 'im if ya' saw 'im, Scott. [ Tony Schiavone ] He has a a block for a head! [ Scott Steiner ] Jesus fuckin' Christ! IS THIS COMPANY A JOKE NOW OR SUMPIN'!? Dropping her guard only momentarily, Ratchet reaches out and grabs a handful of Sasha's throat before whipping her around in the corner and brutalizing her with overhand punches! Each devastating blow causes Sasha to flail in the corner before a couple of stiff, open hand slaps cause her to fall into a seated position, rubbing her jaw in pain! Ratchet staggers out of the corner, toward the center of the ring... and then awkwardly stumbles back toward it, driving her bare knees right into Sasha's face! Bayley looks on in horror as she sees her best friend dominated! Ratchet rolls backward out of the corner and returns to a standing position before beginning to convulse once again! This momentary lapse in action allows Sasha to use the top rope to pull herself back to her feet and deliver a stiff kick to Ratchet's stomach! Sasha pulls her in and mounts her back... CODE BLUE! Sasha maintains the hold and keeps Ratchet trapped in a pinning predicament! ONE! TWO! RATCHET KICKS OUT WITH FORCE! [ Tony Schiavone ] Oh wow! I thought that was it! [ Nigel McGuinness ] It's gonna take much more 'n that t' hold down a fiend from the bloody grave! Sasha rolls back to her feet and looks down at Ratchet with a sneer. Ratchet gets up to one knee and Sasha ROUNDHOUSE KICKS HER RIGHT IN THE HEAD! Ratchet doesn't go down! Sasha turns and hits the ropes... RUNNING METEORA! Sasha forward tumbles off of Ratchet upon impact and returns to a standing position, assuming a fighting stance! Sasha motions for Ratchet to get up... AND SHE DOES! SITTING BOLT UPRIGHT AND TURNING HER HEAD RIGHT IN SASHA'S DIRECTION! Sasha suddenly doesn't look so sure, her confidence wavering! Bayley begins pounding on the apron, shouting at Sasha to get out of the ring... and Sasha does just that, climbing through the ropes and hopping off the apron! [ Scott Steiner ] Smart move! Best not t' be fuckin' associated with this bullshit! [ Tony Schiavone ] I'm shocked! It's totally unlike Sasha Banks to walk away from a fight! [ Nigel McGuinness ] It looks like Bayley's on board as well, gentlemen! They're OUTTA here! The fans begin booing loudly as they realize Sasha Banks isn't going to stay and fight. Sasha looks disgusted and shakes her head, waving off what's going on in the ring and commenting "Uh-uh! I don't get paid enough for... whatever this is!" But before she can take a step away from the ring, Nurse Ratchet reaches through the ropes and seizes her by two handfuls of hair! Bayley begins shrieking like she's witnessing someone being murdered right in front of her while Sasha kicks away at the air, having been lifted a few inches off the ground by her hair! Bayley grabs Sasha by her legs and tries to pull her free but Sasha is out of control and accidentally kicks Bayley away, causing her to crash backward into the guardrail! [ Tony Schiavone ] What a hit! There's no doubt that'll give Bayley Excedrin headache number nine! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Not good! That's not bloody good for Sasha Banks! [ Scott Steiner ] Here we fuckin' go! Gettin' dragged back into the shit show! Sasha is pulled into the ring, though the ropes by her hair! Sasha suddenly comes alive, smacks Ratchet's hands down, and nails her with a vicious open hand slap! Ratchet completely no-sells it and swings with a lumbering right hand but Sasha ducks it, catches Ratchet on the turnaround and drills her with a LUNG BLOWER before floating her over into... THE BANK STATEMENT! The fans liven up, screaming and shouting "TAP! TAP! TAP!" but Nurse Ratchet won't do it! Instead, she reaches over and grabs Sasha's wrist, prying it away from her neck! Sasha looks on in wide eyed horror as Ratchet uses supernatural brute strength to separate her hands! [ Tony Schiavone ] LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF NURSE RATCHET! [ Scott Steiner ] That ain't shit! I can do that! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Scott, Sasha Banks is a one hundred pound woman-- [ Scott Steiner ] WHAT!? YOU'RE SAYIN' I CAN'T HANDLE SOME HUNNERD POUND GIRL!? Bayley hops onto the apron, her face full of concern! Bayley begins to step through the ropes but Aubrey Edwards meets her halfway and begins yelling at her to get out of the ring! Bayley freaks out, screaming "I'M TRYING TO HELP MY FRIEND!" and Aubrey returns fire with "I KNOW! THAT'S THE PROBLEM! GET OUT!" Sasha Banks releases the hold on her own and begins drilling Ratchet in the back of the head with forearms, doing anything to keep her down but she doesn't pay attention to Ratchet's hands and it costs her... AS RATCHET DRIVES A SYRINGE FILLED A MYSTERIOUS GREEN LIQUID INTO SASHA'S THIGH! [ Scott Steiner ] What... the... FUCK!? [ Tony Schiavone ] Good God! Good God, I can't believe what I just witnessed! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I'm at a loss for bloody words! [ Tony Schiavone ] Look at Sasha Banks! She's fading! She's fading fast! [ Scott Steiner ] No shit, she's fadin', dumb ass! That nurse bitch just injected her with a full syringe o' fuckin' Drain-O or some shit! THAT AIN'T RIGHT, GOD DAMMIT! AIN'T NOBODY SIGNED UP FOR THAT SHIT! I DIDN'T PAY T' SEE THIS SHIT! Sasha passes out almost immediately and Nurse Ratchet covers her! Bayley looks on in horror and hops off the apron, placing both hands on either side of her head, her mouth agape! Aubrey Edwards turns around and only sees Ratchet on top of Sasha Banks! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER - Nurse Ratchet via Pin Fall in 12:42 The fans are in shock as Nurse Ratchet crawls off of Sasha Banks' limp body and stands up. Ratchet looms over Sasha and tilts her head to the side, almost as if she's confused by what she's looking at. She begins to convulse again, drawing boos from the fans. Suddenly, Bayley hits the ring and tackles Ratchet down, pummeling her with right hands! [ Tony Schiavone ] GET HER, BAYLEY! GET HER! [ Nigel McGuinness ] This is what ya' get when ya' mess wit' Bayley's friends! Bayley stands and brings Ratchet up with her, dragging her by two handfuls of hair. Bayley whips Ratchet into the ropes and follows her in... clotheslining her over the top rope to the floor! Ratchet lands on her feet effortlessly and simply stares up into the ring, right into Bayley's eyes! Bayley takes a deep step, clearly shaken! Nurse Ratchet convulses again and then shambles backward for a few steps before whipping around and shakily staggering up the ramp. The fans begin booing even louder as the stage begins to split apart and smoke begins billowing out. [ Scott Steiner ] What the fuck is happenin' now!? Why is all this shit so god damn weird?! [ Tony Schiavone ] I... I don't know! What's happening, Nigel!? [ Nigel McGuinness ] Come on, Tony! Why are ya' askin' me!? I've neva' seen anything like this! From out of the smoking gap in the stage rises a high tech pod with Dr. Cube inside! He operates a control panel from within that looks as though it would be more at home connected to an arcade game with large buttons and a joystick! Nurse Ratchet shambles toward him and enters the pod before turning around and peering out the window to gaze at the ring where we see Bayley kneeling down and checking on the unconscious Sasha Banks! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I have neva' in my bloody life! [ Tony Schiavone ] I don't understand any of what I'm seeing right now! [ Scott Steiner ] God damn! Just kill me now! Once they're both secure inside the pod, it slowly lowers back into the open stage, which then begins to seal up behind them! [ Tony Schiavone ] They're returning to the underground lair of Dr. Cube! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Did those words seriously just come out o' your mouth? Can we get an EMT out 'ere t' check on Sasha Banks for Christ's sake? The woman was bloody injected wit' an unknown substance! This might actually be consida'd a serious, life threatening situation! Finally, as if on cue, a handful of EMTs rush out from the back and run across the freshly sealed stage before sliding into the ring and checking on Sasha Banks. Bayley stands and lets them have access to her, covering her mouth and looking deeply concerned. We quickly cut to the back. Backstage, we see Adam Thornstowe sitting in a steel chair, running his hands over his head, red in the face with anger. Behind him, Luster the Legend is pacing back and forth, breathing heavily. He stops in front of the wall, takes a deep breath... and then headbutts it as hard as he can, leaving a head shaped crater behind! Christina Von Eerie walks into the shot with the SGW Women's World Championship over her shoulder, a look of concern on her face. She looks at the hole in the wall and then at Luster, her upper lip curled in disbelief. She points at the hole in the wall. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Dude, seriously!? Luster looks down at her, clearly upset over what happened in the tag match earlier tonight. [ Luster the Legend ] It's fuckin' bullshit! This was our fuckin' moment and they ruined it! Von Eerie narrows her eyes and points at an empty chair in the corner. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Sit down. Luster looks at the chair and the back at Von Eerie, still angry but now confused. [ Luster the Legend ] ...but-- [ Christina Von Eerie ] Sit. Down. Luster shakes his head and lumbers over to the chair, taking it by the back and dragging it across the room, causing it to screeeeeeeech loudly with every agonizing inch until it's placed next to Thornstowe's chair. Luster sits down. His shoulders slump forward and his elbows rest on his knees but he still looks like a giant next to Thornstowe. Von Eerie lowers the championship belt from her shoulder, holding it at her side with the strap nearly touching the floor. She shakes her head gently, looking down at her disappointed comrades. [ Christina Von Eerie ] You guys gotta get your heads outta your asses. Luster and Adam both look up at her, surprised. [ Adam Thornstowe ] Wait, what the fuck? Von Eerie sighs. [ Christina Von Eerie ] What I'm saying is... you got your ass beat tonight, it sucks... it really sucks... but it's not the end of the fuckin' world or anything... you guys are in a competitive-ass division... stuff like that's gonna happen, ya' know? Dust yourself off and focus on getting them back. Thornstowe looks back down, shaking his head with disgust. [ Adam Thornstowe ] ...oh, we'll get'em fuckin' back, alright. Von Eerie smirks and gives a half hearted shrug. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Hey, at least you won. Four way match with one fall? That's a crap shoot at best. One wrong move and you coulda' lost to the ice cream men. [ Luster the Legend ] Better the ice cream men than the Bucks. [ Adam Thornstowe ] We fuckin' HATE the Young Bucks. [ Luster the Legend ] They woulda' made fuckin' t-shirts to commemorate that shit! On Hot Topic shelves all across the damn country! The fuckin' night the Young Bucks snuck in and pulled one over on Reno fuckin' SCUM! How god damn embarrassing. [ Adam Thornstowe ] We'd be a fuckin' laughing stock. Even more than we are now after I got kicked in the cock by that fat skeleton. Von Eerie raises an eyebrow. [ Christina Von Eerie ] I... I don't think it's that big of a deal? Luster shakes his head and places his face in his hands. [ Luster the Legend ] You wouldn't... how many times you ever get your ass beat by some freak in a goofy costume? She looks taken aback. [ Christina Von Eerie ] I literally got staples put in my head two weeks ago after getting jumped by a so-called Sassy Southern Belle that can't decide if she's a former marine, a pin-up model, or a fifties house wife. [ Luster the Legend ] See, you just don't get it. She takes a deep breath and just looks generally over it. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Right, okay. Well, I'm gonna let you guys wallow and see if there's anything to do around here. Maybe Colt Cabana's having another one of his weird bathroom interview segments I can crash. She walks past them and out the dressing room door. The camera follows her down the hallway toward the general backstage area. With the SGW Women's World Championship over her shoulder, she scans the area but somehow doesn't notice Rhea Ripley approaching her from the side. Ripley's already in her gear and leather entrance vest, ready for action tonight. Ripley has a smug look on her face. [ Rhea Ripley ] There ya' are... been lookin' for ya'. Thought maybe ya' were hidin' from me. Von Eerie hoists the title a little higher up on her shoulder, a smirk on her face. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Riiiiiiight... what's goin' on, Rip? Ripley tilts her head back, looking down her nose at Ripley. [ Rhea Ripley ] I have a proposition for ya'... seein' as how you 'n I were the last two women standin' at Mile High Madness... what say after I take out Tessa Blanchard tonight, you 'n I have anotha' go at Holiday Hell? Von Eerie looks down at the championship and then back up at Ripley. [ Rhea Ripley ] One on one... And then she places her finger on the center plate of the championship belt. [ Rhea Ripley ] Wit' this... on the bloody line. The live crowd is cheering, really ready to see these two go at it one more time. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Yeah... about that-- Von Eerie rubs the back of her neck, looking slightly uncomfortable. [ Christina Von Eerie ] I kinda' already have a dance partner that night... Ripley looks surprised... and more than a little annoyed. [ Rhea Ripley ] You what? Ya' can't be serious... who deserves a shot more than me? Von Eerie looks down and shakes her head before looking back up at Ripley. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Look, me and Lacey Evans-- Ripley's jaw nearly hits the floor and her face turns red with anger. [ Rhea Ripley ] Ya' givin' the first shot at that belt to Lacey fucking Evans?! Von Eerie's eyes narrow. [ Christina Von Eerie ] We have unfinished business. Ripley takes a step toward Von Eerie, looming over her. If looks could kill... [ Rhea Ripley ] ...so... do... we. Von Eerie doesn't break eye contact with Ripley, showing no fear or intimidation. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Look, I've already talked to Trish and made it official... there's no going back on it now. It's time that me and her got this over with. You saw what she did to me at 12 Large... that can't go unanswered. Ripley places her hands on her hips, still looking pissed... but she nods, accepting it. [ Rhea Ripley ] Yeah... yeah, you're right. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Once I'm done with her... the next shot is yours. Von Eerie then tilts her head to the side, eyes cut toward the ceiling as though she's thinking it over. [ Christina Von Eerie ] If you can get past Tessa Blanchard tonight, that is. Ripley looks taken aback, almost personally offended... and then she cracks a smile. [ Rhea Ripley ] Fuck you, that's not funny. Von Eerie looks down at the championship on her shoulder and then back up at Ripley. [ Christina Von Eerie ] Who said I was joking? Without another word, Christina Von Eerie walks off-camera, leaving Rhea Ripley standing there, a look of disbelief on her face. Ripley watches Von Eerie leave and then shakes her head as we return to the ring for our next match.
“COLT-CA-BAN-A!” clap clap clapclapclap “COLT-CA-BAN-A! [ Tony Schiavone ] This isn't going exactly as Chris Dickinson hoped, I don't think! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Chris Dickinson has wanted t' get his hands on Colt Cabana since Momentum! He felt that Colt Cabana humiliated him, damaged his credibility by roping him into the Good Times, Great Memories circus! Ya' know that little talk segment really is starting to get a reputation, Tony! [ Tony Schiavone ] I find it hilarious! Perhaps Chris Dickinson would be better suited to find a sense of humor!
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It's not god damn funny! It's jack-off bullshit!
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What's this happy horse shit!?
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Yeah, that's the way to do it! Drop him on his fuckin' neck! WINNER - Colt Cabana via Pin Fall in 9:34 [ Tony Schiavone ] Colt Cabana has done it! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Yes, he has! And what an unconventional way t' bloody do it, at that! [ Scott Steiner ] Fuckin' finger guns, syringes, a mother fucker with a box on his head, and now this!? I'm tellin' you'se guys, they're turnin' this company into a fuckin' clown show! Me 'n Gangrel didn't brawl it out, gettin' down 'n dirty in the gravel 'n the bottle caps so this bullshit could go on! I hate Colt Cabana! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Well-- [ Scott Steiner ] HE SUCKS, GOD DAMMIT!
After the match, Dickinson has to be restrained by Paul Turner and
arena security as he foams at the mouth for a chance to get his
hands on Cabana! The fans filling the arena with chants of
“COLT-CA-BAN-A!” are short lived as the Golden-Tron comes to life
with an unconscious and bloody Nick Gage front and center. Blood
pours out of Gage’s forehead like a waterfall in a disgusting scene.
We quickly go backstage.
The sounds of anger
fill our ears. Someone is being dressed down in an aggressive
fashion. We hear the howl of a wolf in the distance. And then we hear the song "Ain't No Grave" by Johnny Cash playing lightly over the scene. White text appears on the screen: "Somewhere in Alabama"
The fog is thick, the trees are gnarled and creepy, lurching out into the darkness as though they may reach out through your television screen and grab you up out of your seat. The live crowd sits in uncomfortable silence. We're in a graveyard... there's... graves... everywhere... and the camera, it focuses on one in particular.
"MARK
WILLIAM CALAWAY There's beer cans and cigarette butts scattered all around the headstone, one even stubbed out right on top of it. Truly, someone without conscience has already been here. Someone that you might call sadistic. One might even be inclined to call them Mr. Sadistic, if they were into naming that sort of person, which they're not... I don't think. In front of the tombstone, there is a gaping hole... something has crawled out. Something is coming. To Solid Gold Wrestling. Soon. ... It's The Undertaker. The Undertaker is coming to Solid Gold Wrestling. The scene fades out and over the dark screen, we only hear one voice. [ Scott Steiner ] Hold on, god dammit! Steiner pauses, confused. [ Scott Steiner ] WHEN THE FUCK DID MARK CALAWAY FUCKIN' DIE!? We quickly return to ringside. We fade
up in the darkened
Target Center. The 20,000+ in attendance are buzzing with excitement
for whatever is to follow until a lovely, perfectly tuned G chord
strums out and a single spotlight rises on center-ring. It’s fairly
obvious now that none other than ‘the Drifter’ is seated on a
simple, wooden stool. He’s got four scarves wrapped around his beefy
neck and his long, dark hair is pulled back into a bun. The ‘Solid
Gold Record’ cutoff shirt is stretched to its limits on the
Drifter’s muscular torso. His golden-tinted oak Gibson guitar is
shiny, visibly freshly polished, and yet, the man’s smile is the
brightest thing in all the ring.
The Fallen Angel is wasting NO time! He bends Elias over, piledriver-style and double underhooks the arms – LIFT! – ANGEL’S WINGS!! Daniels is up quickly and bounces over the Drifter and up the ropes, not giving the Target Center time to completely scream out alongside the
“BEST!” Daniels gets EVERY BIT OF IT! Elias is writhing in pain as Daniels hooks both legs and exhales violently with each slap of the mat! ONE! TWO! THREE!! WOW! WINNER - Christopher Daniels via Pin Fall in 00:40
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Holy smokes! Christopher Daniels makes it two in a row, here, fans!
What an emphatic victory! That had to be less than 30 seconds! There's a buzz of fluorescent lights as we head to an undisclosed area of the building where we see two steel chairs sitting in front of a lazily hung "SGW" banner. The lights are uncomfortably bright, shining down on the vacant chairs. Finally, we hear an awkward shuffling from off-camera and two young Japanese girls walks into the shot and take a seat... one of them, the one on the right, is wearing bright, shiny blue and white ring gear and a matching mask with an "S" on the forehead, her shiny black hair hangs around her shoulders. She's also wearing a black "SGW" t-shirt that appears to be at least two sizes too large. Starlight Kid's smile is gigantic and the lights really make her teeth pop for the camera. She's clearly happy to be here. Sitting next to her, slumped down in her chair with her arms folded across her chest is AZM. You can almost literally feel the anger, the pure unadulterated rage... it radiates off of her tiny frame. She's clad in a "Stardom" t-shirt and track pants. Her bottom lip pokes out like a scolded child. After they sit there awkwardly for what feels like forever, Starlight Kid waves at the camera, almost jumping out of her seat with excitement. We are aided during this promo by the presence of brightly colored subtitles. [ Starlight Kid ] < HELLO! GOOD MORNING, SOLID GOLD WRESTLING! > It is absolutely not morning. AZM shakes her head with disgust at Kid's joy. [ Starlight Kid ] < I am Starlight Kid! > Starlight Kid raises her hand, offering a salute to the viewer. We sit there in awkward silence for a moment before Starlight lowers her hand and turns her head to look at AZM, who isn't moving aside from the fact that she's shaking like a volcano ready to erupt. Starlight looks back into the camera, still smiling. [ Starlight Kid ] < It is your turn to introduce yourself to our most generous hosts! > AZM's upper lip curls and she slowly turns her head to look at Starlight. [ AZM ] < No. > Starlight laughs nervously and then swallows hard before addressing the camera. [ Starlight Kid ] < This is my good friend and travel partner, AZM! I promise she is not always like this! > AZM turns to look back into the camera, impossibly looking angrier. [ AZM ] < Do not make excuses for me, smiling idiot! Only you would smile as we are being so obviously punished by Rossy-san. I know why you are being punished, you are a terrible competitor. You never win, even though you say you will try your best! I should know. I'm the one who beats you! > Starlight doesn't even flinch as AZM tees off on her. [ Starlight Kid ] < We are so happy to be here! > Starlight Kid places her hands on her thighs and nods toward the camera, still smiling. [ Starlight Kid ] < We have arrived in America on excursion, a journey to become better competitors and gain more experience by challenging ourselves as well as the greatest talent that is offered by this most gracious country! > AZM shifts in her seat, glaring hard at the side of Starlight's head. [ AZM ] < Speak for yourself. > AZM then turns to face the camera, speaking with a childish sneer. [ AZM ] < I have already proven that I am one of the best this world has to offer. I should be main eventing this show instead of those gross old men. There is nothing left for me to learn, there is only the path of destruction I will leave behind me as I collect your all of your title belts... but do not rest easy, those of you who do not hold a title... I will not limit myself to collecting your gold... > AZM leans forward in her chair, staring hard into the camera. Starlight bites her bottom lip. [ AZM ] < I'm also collecting grandmas. > Starlight looks at the camera blankly and blinks multiple times before speaking, completely disregarding everything that AZM just said. [ Starlight Kid ] < We look very forward to contributing to the growth of this awesome women's division! I can not wait to see what happens in the next match! Women's tag team action! So exciting! > [ AZM ] < It's a lazy old grandma match. > Starlight refuses to let AZM kill her excitement, beaming with joy. [ Starlight Kid ] < FUN! > Suddenly, there's a crash from off-camera and we hear a woman yelp. Starlight and AZM both look off-camera and try to get a better look of what's going on. Finally, we see Cathy Kelley walk into the shot, looking annoyed. She looks around her surroundings, only appearing mildly disgusted. Starlight playfully waves at her. [ Cathy Kelley ] What are you two doing down here? This is the arena basement! I almost broke my neck tripping over some equipment! She looks from Starlight to AZM and back to Starlight. [ Cathy Kelley ] Oh wow, they weren't kidding, you two really are kids. She looks into the camera, genuinely concerned. [ Cathy Kelley ] Is it even legal to put them in a ring? Cathy shrugs and blows a strand of hair out of her face. [ Cathy Kelley ] Honestly, this isn't the weirdest thing to happen since I took this job. And then she raises an eyebrow, nodding along as she agrees with herself. [ Cathy Kelley ] Actually, this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened tonight. She collects herself. [ Cathy Kelley ] Okay, let's do this. Interview time, girls! And then she touches her ear as someone tells her something through an earpiece. Cathy listens intently, looking confused. Finally, we hear her speak, disbelief in her voice. [ Cathy Kelley ] What do you mean they've already done the interview? By themselves? On this set? You can't be serious. This looks like a Taliban hostage video set-up. One of them is even wearing a mask. For real, who signed off on this?! Starlight Kid stands up and wraps her arms around Cathy's waist, hugging her tightly. Cathy looks down, making the moment even more awkward by stiffly placing her around Starlight's shoulders. [ Starlight Kid ] < I AM SO HAPPY TO MEET YOU, CATHY-SAN! > AZM remains seated and glares up at Cathy with absolute hatred. [ AZM ] < Leave and take that smiling idiot with you, wrinkly face grandma! > Cathy looks highly offended. [ Cathy Kelley ] Hey! That's not nice-- And then she looks even more confused, her eyes wide. She doesn't speak Japanese! [ Cathy Kelley ] Wait a second, where are those words coming from!? Cathy huffs, patting Starlight on the back as she continues hugging her. [ Cathy Kelley ] Correction, this is the weirdest thing that's happened tonight-- And then stops herself, tilting her head to the side as she thinks it over. [ Cathy Kelley ] No, no, wait... Sasha Banks getting stabbed with a syringe. Cathy nods. [ Cathy Kelley ] That one's still up there. AZM remains seated and we slowly zoom out and fade away with a wide shot of Starlight Kid hugging Cathy Kelley. We quickly cut to the ring for the beginning of our much anticipated lazy old grandma tag team match!
As soon as Mike Chioda calls for the bell, Priestley and Hayter rush across the ring and attack Statlander and Floss, beating them both down in the corner, with Priestley directing traffic! The fans are booing loudly as Hayter drills Floss repeatedly with solid forearms to the back, keeping her down on all fours as she tries to crawl away! Priestley has mounted Statlander, keeping a hold on the back of her head as she rattles her with forearm after forearm! Candy Floss continues crawling with Hayter beating the hell out of her until she reaches the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring. Floss flips over on her back as Hayter descends on her and Floss grabs a handful of Hayter's tights, pulling her down and causing her to tumble through the ropes to the floor! The fans cheer loudly as Candy Floss stands up with a big smile on her face... and then charges over and drop kicks Bea Priestley in the back, knocking her off Statlander! Priestley rolls to the floor and Candy Floss helps Statlander to her feet! [ Tony Schiavone ] The action is starting off fast and furious here! [ Nigel McGuinness ] This is certainly going t' be an interesting match, Tony! As we saw two weeks ago at 12 Large, Candy Floss got caught in the middle of a confrontation between Jamie Hayta' and Trish Stratus... enta' Bea Priestley 'n that confrontation got physical real quick! [ Tony Schiavone ] Jamie Hayter and Bea Priestley both had some very choice words about Candy Floss and the women's division, in general... very controversial opinions, I might add. Candy Floss, a very bright young talent here in Solid Gold Wrestling, was tasked with finding a suitable partner to defend her honor and I think she did a great job with Kris Statlander, another young newcomer here! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Well, Bea 'n Jamie have taken issue wit' the fact that the women's division, in their opinion, isn't focusing on real athletes such as they fancy themselves... but instead on women like Candy Floss who seem to have a less than competitive outlook... once again, their opinion, not mine! Priestley and Hayter, on opposite sides of the ring, both look pissed and jaw back and forth with fans at ringside. However, they notice a sudden change in the crowd reaction as the fans begin buzzing with electricity, stomping and clapping with anticipation! Both women turn around... AND CATCH STEREO SUICIDE DIVES ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE RING! [ Tony Schiavone ] Would ya' look at that! Bea Priestley is lying half on the ramp, half inside the ringside area with her hands over her face! Kris Statlander stands up, pumping her fist and looking around wild-eyed! Candy Floss is up on the other side of the ring, grabbing two handfuls of Jamie Hayter's hair and pulling her toward the ring. Floss shoves Hayter under the bottom rope and follows her inside. Statlander joins them and they whip Hayter into the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Hayter feeds right back up to her feet and walks into a double kick to the stomach... AND THEN A DOUBLE SUPLEX! Statlander climbs onto the apron and Candy Floss covers! ONE! TWO! HAYTER KICKS OUT! [ Tony Schiavone ] They almost had her! What a surprise that would've been! [ Nigel McGuinness ] It certainly would've gone a long way in proving Jamie 'n Bea wrong! Priestley has returned to her own corner, kneeling on the apron and holding onto the middle rope as she watches what occurs inside the ring. Holding onto the tag rope, Statlander pounds on the top turnbuckle, urging Candy Floss on! Floss pulls Hayter back to her feet and attempts to give her a body slam but Hayter sandbags her, using her size advantage to weigh down the smaller Floss! Hayter tries to take over but Floss cuts her off with a chop to the throat and then BODY SLAMS HER ANYWAY! The fans pop huge as Hayter looks surprised and rolls back to her feet only to get hooked... and nailed with a SNAP SUPLEX from Floss! Hayter sits up, favoring her back, and returns to one knee before finally staggering back to her feet where Floss nails her with a dropkick that sends her tumbling into her own corner where Priestley reaches through the ropes and tags herself in! [ Tony Schiavone ] Oh my! Business is about to pick up! [ Nigel McGuinness ] If I'm Candy Floss, I'm lookin' for the fastest exit out o' that ring! Floss and Priestley stare at each other, the mood in the ring instantly changing. Priestley smirks and the two ladies circle one another for a moment before they lunge at each other in the center of the ring! Candy goes in for a lock-up but Priestley fakes her out and nails her with a SCORPION KICK right in the face! Candy staggers, holding her face with both hands, but doesn't go down... until Bea comes off the ropes with a SHOTGUN DROPKICK that sends Floss ragdolling into the corner! Bea rolls back to her feet and then begins stomping and kicking away at Floss in the corner before scraping her face repeatedly with the side of her boot! Chioda tells Bea to get out of the corner, so she takes a few steps back... before charging back in with a sickening FACE WASH that leaves Candy Floss draped over the bottom rope! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Well, gentlemen, I think this is about t' get difficult t' watch! [ Tony Schiavone ] Bea has no concern for her opponents' well being! [ Nigel McGuinness ] For those o' you at home who don't know, Bea Priestley had a tuma' removed at a young age 'n with it, she claims her humanity, her empathy, her bloody compassion... all of it was removed along with it! All that's left, she says, is the monsta'! [ Scott Steiner ] God damn! That's fucked up! Chioda checks on Floss as Priestley walks out into the center of the ring, looking deeply satisfied with herself. Hayter offers a golf clap from the corner, smiling proudly. Priestley turns to address Statlander, assuming a fighting stance and then flipping off the Galaxy's Greatest Alien, drawing massive heat from the fans. Statlander tries to enter the ring and Mike Chioda catches her, charging over to demand that she stay in her corner. While Chioda is occupied, Priestley loudly claps her hands over her head, simulating a tag, and then shouts "GET IN, JAMIE!" [ Tony Schiavone ] Hey! That's not a legal tag! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I believe that's the point, Tony! They're takin' shortcuts anywhere they can! Hayter climbs into the ring and immediately charges into the corner, drilling Candy Floss right in the head with a running knee strike! Priestley climbs onto the apron and Hayter takes control as Mike Chioda turns around, just in time to see Hayter drag Floss out of the corner by her foot and cover her! One! Two! Candy Floss kicks out! Hayter responds by immediately delivering an open hand slap to Floss' stomach before pulling her back to her feet and then hitting her with a backbreaker over her knee! Hayter holds Candy Floss in that position, pushing down on her chin in an effort to legitimately break her in half over her knee before becoming frustrated and just pushing her off, causing Floss to land on her stomach. Hayter quickly mounts her and locks in a camel clutch! Hayter wrenches back on the hold for a moment before finally using one of her free hands to dip her index finger into her mouth, removing it with a long strand of saliva connecting her fingertip to her bottom lip... and then she jams the finger into Candy Floss' ear as she cries out in disgust! The fans boo loudly... and then Bea Priestley teases stepping through the ropes, causing Statlander to try the same... only to get caught by Mike Chioda again! Chioda shouts at Statlander to get back on the apron... but while his back is turned, Bea Priestley enters the ring freely and DROPKICKS FLOSS RIGHT IN THE FACE! Priestley returns to her corner, middle finger raised as Statlander looks frustrated! [ Tony Schiavone ] It's gotta be frustrating to be Kris Statlander right now! She's helpless to help her partner in her time of need! [ Scott Steiner ] That ain't nobody's god damn fault but her own! See, I know a thing or two about tag team wrestling, Tony! Those two broads wit' the funny accents, they're playin' this shit smart, doin' everything behind the referee's back 'n gettin' their shit in! Those other two idiots don't know what the fuck they're doin'! Hayter releases the camel clutch and covers Floss again! One! Two! Thr-- FLOSS KICKS OUT! Hayter shakes her head, pissed, and then drags Floss to her corner. She tags in Priestley, who then enters the ring to a chorus of boos. Hayter doesn't leave the ring, however, and they whip Candy Floss into the ropes... Jamie Hayter meets her halfway with a running LARIAT that turns her inside out! As soon as she lands on her back, Priestley caves her chest in with a standing DOUBLE STOMP! Candy Floss sits up, clutching her chest in pain... JUST IN TIME FOR HAYTER TO WIPE HER OUT WITH A BASEMENT LARIAT! Hayter quickly returns to the apron and Priestley covers her, hooking a leg! One! Two! Thr-- KRIS STATLANDER BREAKS THE PIN, KICKING PRIESTLEY IN THE BACK! Priestley gets up and charges at Statlander but Mike Chioda gets between them and begins pushing Kris back to her corner! Priestley looks furious... but then Candy Floss rolls her up from behind out of nowhere! ONE! TWO! THRE-- PRIESTLEY KICKS OUT WITH FORCE! CANDY FLOSS ALMOST GOT HER! [ Nigel McGuinness ] That's certainly not gonna endear her to Miss Priestley! Priestley returns to her feet instantly, catching Floss on all fours, and delivering a SICKENING AXE MURDERER KICK to the back of her head! Priestley drags Floss back to her corner and tags in Hayter. Hayter enters the ring with a confident swagger and stalks the fallen Candy Floss as she begins to stir on the mat. Jamie Hayter looms over her and watches with a sadistic smile as Floss tries to crawl toward her corner. Finally, once she's only a few feet away, Hayter reaches down and snatches up Floss' wrist along with a handful of hair, shaking her hand at Statlander and taunting her, shouting "OH, YOU WANNA MAKE A TAG!? YA' WANNA TAG YA' FUCKIN' MATE--" but Floss flips over, using Hayter's grip on her wrist to her advantage, and drives both feet into Hayter's chest, shoving her backwards violently, causing her to fall flat on her back several feet away! Hayter quickly rolls back to her feet, looking panicked... but CANDY FLOSS MAKES THE TAG! [ Tony Schiavone ] THERE IT IS! GET'EM, KRIS! The fans pop huge as Statlander vaults over the top rope into the ring! Hayter charges at her with a LARIAT but Statlander MATRIXES underneath it! Hayter turns around, looking frustrated, just in time to catch a PELE KICK right to the head! Bea Priestley charges into the ring and goes for a YAKUZA KICK but Statlander perfectly executes a CARTWHEEL EVASION and continues cartwheeling all around the ring before stopping in front of Priestley, staring her right in the eyes... and then BOOPING HER ON THE NOSE! Priestley staggers back, looking INFURIATED but before she can do anything, Candy Floss comes out of nowhere from the side with a DROPKICK! Priestley stumbles through the ropes to the floor! Jamie Hayter returns to her feet and Candy Floss nails her with a BASEMENT DROPKICK, sending her down to one knee just in time for Statlander to come off the ropes with a RUNNING AXE KICK! Statlander covers! ONE! TWO! THR-- STATLANDER BREAKS THE PIN HERSELF AS PRIESTLEY RE-ENTERS THE RING WITH A SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE STOMP... CAUSING HER TO NAIL HER OWN PARTNER! [ Tony Schiavone ] Oh my goodness! This is the break Candy Floss and Kris Statlander needed! Priestley looks surprised for a split second but quickly gets mad again as she rises to her feet and is instantly nailed with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK from Statlander! The impact sends Bea spinning out before collapsing on the mat and rolling out to the floor! Statlander covers Hayter! ONE! TWO! THRE-- HAYTER KICKS OUT! Statlander tags Candy Floss back into the match and they whip her into the ropes! They both double over, preparing for a DOUBLE BACK BODY DROP but Hayter stops mid-ring and kicks Candy Floss in the chest! Before Statlander can pivot to get their advantage back on track, PRIESTLEY FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING DOUBLE STOMP AND DRILLS HER RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Hayter hits the ropes and nails the staggering Candy Floss with a RUNNING LARIAT! Statlander fights back up to one knee but Priestley points at her, finger gun style and pulls the trigger, before hitting the ropes and nailing her full-on in the face with... THE BEA TRIGGER! Statlander tumbles out of the ring, to the floor! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Just like that, the tables have bloody turned! Get out o' the ring, Candy! Hayter snatches Candy Floss up off the mat and carries her in a fall away slam position as Priestley ascends the turnbuckles! Hayter drops Candy Floss across her knee backbreaker style and Priestley flies... DOUBLE STOMPING FLOSS OFF OF HAYTER'S KNEE! [ Scott Steiner ] That's it! Took her god damn head clean off! [ Tony Schiavone ] What a sickening maneuver! Hayter covers! Statlander tries to make it in under the bottom rope but Bea tackles her down, keeping her on the opposite side of the ring! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER - Bea Priestley & Jamie Hayter via Pin Fall in 16:58 The fans boo loudly as Hayter and Priestley quickly exit the ring and back up the ramp with their arms around one another, clearly happy with how everything turned out. Hayter cackles while holding up a middle finger while Priestley simply stares up into the ring with an arrogant smirk. They disappear through the curtain soon after. [ Tony Schiavone ] I hate to say it but that was an impressive showing by two ruthless women. [ Nigel McGuinness ] They didn't come here t'night t' play games... they came here t' fight 'n they came t' win... 'n that's exactly what they bloody did. Inside the ring, we see Kris Statlander and Mike Chioda checking on Candy Floss in the middle of the ring. They help Floss into a seated position as the fans begin giving her a round of applause for that hard fought effort. [ Tony Schiavone ] You can't deny the heart of Candy Floss... say what you will about how she dresses, how she acts, or the company she keeps... but she gave us one hundred and ten percent tonight and no one can take that away from her. [ Nigel McGuinness ] I highly doubt this is ova' between these four ladies. [ Tony Schiavone ] Absolutely not. They'll meet again and next time, Candy Floss and Kris Statlander will be ready! I'm sure of it! Finally, as Statlander and Candy Floss return to the back, we go backstage ourselves. As
we cut backstage, we see Christopher Daniels still ranting and
raving backstage to anyone that will listen, which, right now… is
nobody.
Backstage, we see Cathy Kelley standing in between of two SGW road
agents, Steve Corino and Lance Storm. Storm and Corino are both in
t-shirts and jeans, your standard casual attire for their jobs.
Cathy is smiling brightly, wearing black leather pants and a red top
that rests slightly off of her left shoulder.
Minneapolis is split 75/25 for
Rhodes as the opening bell sounds to kick off this singles contest –
while neither man can afford to lose the match, it’s quite a calm
opening to the affair as a collar-and-elbow tie-up kicks us off.
Dustin uses his larger body to take control of the Bastard’s wrist
and wrings it, manipulating the joints in PAC’s arm to take over
with a hammerlock. The Geordie is wise to these tricks and standing
no-hand cartwheels, breaking Dustin’s hold with effortless ease. WINNER - PAC via Pin Fall in 10:04
Rick Knox immediately pulls Dustin from beneath PAC, whose crooked
grin makes it evident that he’s pleased with himself and his
outburst of violence. Rhodes is gripping his back, gritting his
teeth and trying to work himself up to a seated position despite
Knox’ best efforts to keep him supine. As
the match ends, the camera quickly transitions to the locker room of
“The American Nightmare” Cody Rhodes and Brandi. Brandi is looking
at the monitor in disgust as the aftermath of Dustin Rhodes/PAC
continues playing.
Before the bell rings, Galloway hits a running big boot on Kota Ibushi, turning him inside out. The fans are booing relentlessly as Galloway screams at Paul Turner to ring the bell. Turner begins arguing with him about his early attack, but Galloway backs Turner into a corner and hovers over him. [ Tony Schiavone ] Don't you do it, Galloway! Don't you dare! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Afta' Randy Orton and CM Punk's actions at 12 Large, you know that SGW officials are on high alert! Paul Turna' isn't one t' take threats of violence lightly! Especially not afta' taking Punk's patented Go to Sleep! Imagine if we didn't have two weeks between events to rest up, Tony! It'd probably be you and I out there officiating tonight! [ Tony Schiavone ] Don't put that thought in my head, Nige'! I don't even want to imagine being in the same ring as Drew Galloway, the Scottish Psychopath! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Calling him that probably isn't gonna endear him to you any more! [ Scott Steiner ] I'll referee whatever damn match you want! I ain't scared o' shit! If somebody steps to me, I'll beat their ass 'n remind ERRYBODY WHO THE FUCK I AM! Especially if it's that skinny punk, Bryan Danielson! Remember when I fuckin' TOSSED that punk like a sack o' shit!? [ Tony Schiavone ] That was two weeks ago at 12 Large!
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And what'd he do about it?! NOTHIN'! He backed away! Backed away
from the REAL MAN! You're welcome, Adam Cole! And if you're ass wins
the world title at Holiday Hell, you owe me a mother fuckin' title
shot! [ Tony Schiavone ] This relationship between Drew Galloway and MJF is unconventional to say the least! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I can't help but get the idea that their friendship is a one way street, kind of like the one between you and I, Tony. [ Tony Schiavone ] Aww, thanks, Nigel!
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That wasn't a compliment, jackass! [ Tony Schiavone ] Kenny Omega is in hot pursuit!
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But look what's happening inside the bloody ring! WINNER - Drew Galloway via Pin Fall in 5:59
Drew Galloway has won the match but he isn’t finished. MJF slides
into the ring and begins strangling Kota Ibushi with his scarf as
Kenny Omega is disposed of instantly with a Claymore Kick! The bell
rings repeatedly but is ignored as MJF and Galloway continue their
destruction with the fans practically begging the Golden Lovers to
fight back. We head backstage where we see Cathy Kelley standing in front of the official SGW interview backdrop and not the creepy Taliban hostage set-up in the basement. Standing on either side of her, we see Bea Priestley and Jamie Hayter, still in their wrestling gear and looking all too proud of themselves. The live crowd immediately begins booing and Hayter smirks, shaking her head before waving her hand around and cupping her ear, welcoming the boos. Priestley simply stands next to Cathy and stares a hole through the side of her head. Cathy smiles through her obvious intimidation and gets right to it. [ Cathy Kelley ] Bea Priestley, Jamie Hayter... you just defeated Candy Floss and Kris Statlander in a rather impressive display, though some might consider the win tainted-- Hayter cuts her off, eyes narrowed and upper lip curled as though she smells something foul. [ Jamie Hayter ] Tainted?! Who would dare call that win tainted?! Priestley rests her arm on Cathy's shoulder, leaning in close to her. [ Bea Priestley ] Someone who obviously didn't watch the fuckin' match. [ Jamie Hayter ] ...or someone lookin t' 'ave 'er bloody head kicked in. Cathy laughs nervously, looking from Bea to Jamie and back again. [ Cathy Kelley ] It wasn't me, guys. Bea shakes her head, her eyes never leaving Cathy's timid face. [ Bea Priestley ] I'll bet it wasn't... twat. The fans boo loudly as Cathy cringes at the insult. Cathy raises the microphone to speak again but Priestley palms it, blocking Cathy from speaking into it. Cathy's eyes widen and she looks at Bea with genuine concern. Bea yanks the microphone out of Cathy's hand and speaks into it. [ Bea Priestley ] I think we've heard enough out o' you. Cathy swallows hard, expecting the worst. [ Bea Priestley ] Now, fuck off... ya' not needed for what we got t' say. Cathy looks from Bea to Jamie and then back again before lowering her head and walking off-camera, but not before Hayter gives her a good hard shove, sending her out of sight more quickly. The boos get even louder. Hayter smiles and brushes the hair out of her eyes. Priestley watches to make sure Cathy is really gone before turning back to the camera. [ Bea Priestley ] What you lot saw t'night... was a fucking statement. Priestley smiles, a dry and cynical smile. [ Bea Priestley ] If this is what the SGW women's division is all about... we ain' impressed. Hayter grabs Bea's wrist and brings the microphone over to her mouth. Hayter is almost bent at the waist, talking into the microphone still in Bea's hand. She points into the camera aggressively as she speaks. [ Jamie Hayter ] What you 'ave in front o' you are two o' the very best 'n you have the audacity t' put us in the ring wit' those two fucking clowns! Is that the best you've got?! Christina Von Eerie wasn't booked t'night... what 'bout 'er!? Or Nikki Cross!? Or even that simpering twat Bayley! We're supposed t' believe they were too busy?! Hayter cups her mouth like she's going to tell us a secret. [ Jamie Hayter ] ...BULLSHIT! Hayter continues going off, genuinely pissed. [ Jamie Hayter ] If that's the best you've got, then keep puttin' 'em in front of us 'n we'll keep knockin' 'em bloody down! But if ya' even fuckin' hope t' put a stop t' this... t' us? Ya' gonna 'ave t' find some birds a lot fuckin' tougher 'n that! Priestley pulls her wrist free from Hayter's grasp and glares into the camera. Hayter returns to an upright position, still looking frustrated. Priestley gently shakes her head, looking offended by this whole situation. [ Bea Priestley ] Consida' this your notice, Trish. She leans into the camera, her eyes narrowed. [ Bea Priestley ] Find us some bloody good competition... or we'll find it ourselves. Priestley seems finished at that point, nailing the go-home line but Hayter is finished, leaning back down into the microphone while glaring into the camera and making the "title belt" motion around her waist. [ Jamie Hayter ] And 'ow about some shiny new women's tag team titles? Fetch us a couple o' those, too, while ya' at it... only try 'n make'em look not-shit like the fuckin' otha' one, yeah? Bea rolls her eyes and curls her upper lip. [ Bea Priestley ] Come on, Jamie. Hayter nods, still staring into the camera awkwardly. Priestley finishes us up, addressing Trish again. [ Bea Priestley ] The ball's in your court, cunt. Priestley drops the microphone and walks off-camera with Hayter following behind. The fans are booing loudly. Finally, the camera pans over to reveal Alexa Bliss and Nikki Cross, having been watching from the side the entire time. Nikki watches Priestley and Hayter disappear before slowly turning to look at Alexa. Alexa is totally focused on the two women we just heard from. Alexa takes a sip from an oversized mug of coffee before narrowing her eyes. [ Alexa Bliss ] Interesting. And then she smiles. [ Alexa Bliss ] Very interesting, Nikki. Nikki Cross looks confused but Alexa has never seemed more. [ Alexa Bliss ] Some of these gashes might be useful after all. Cross raises an eyebrow, still not understanding... and neither do we as we return to ringside.
Neither man flinched from their corner when the timekeeper’s bell
rang to signal the start of the contest. Neither Tommaso Ciampa nor
Pete Dunne could stand to lose their first match in a Solid Gold
Wrestling ring. While no championships or honors were on the line,
both Ciampa and Dunne could accurately be described as ‘proud,’ and
as such, nothing less than having their hand raised at the end of
the match would suffice – first match or fortieth. WINNER - Tommaso Ciampa via Pin Fall in 18:44 As
the bell rings, Ciampa immediately rolls out of the ring,
celebrating like a wild man as the fans boo!
With Pete Dunne still in the ring, the cameras switch to the office of the
Championship Committee. Inside, we see Edge, Christian, and Val Venis sitting around, deep in conversation. Being able to stand back
and watch old friends and rivals reconnect after a decade is a sight
to behold.
As the bell rings, the electric
atmosphere in the Target Center rivals the energy from any point in
the evening for this contest. Two perennial rivals and complete
opposites in terms of how they view the game they both love,
Danielson and Triple H stare one another down before immediately
tying up in center ring as Minneapolis blows up in excitement. WINNER - Bryan Danielson via Pin Fall in 9:21
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FUCK! FUCK FUCK!
With the ring clearing out from the previous match, the Golden-Tron
comes to life. Lacey Evans, decked out in an oversized hat with a
black bow on it and a black and white polka dot dress, sips from a
small tea cup with her pinky finger extended. She is “surprised” to
see the camera and slowly rests her cup on the nearby table. It
appears as though we’re at her home. [ Lacey Evans ] And lest I forget... Trish Stratus did take your little suggestion for a stipulation to heart. She was all set to make this match a no disqualification, falls count anywhere, all thingamajigs and whatchamacallits are legal kinda' match... I bet you'd really like that, wouldn't you? You were countin' on that, probably. She smiles, showing off her pearly whites. [ Lacey Evans ] Let's just say I made a generous donation to an anonymous member of the Championship Committee and made that little bit of nonsense... go away. Trish may have some say over the comin's and goin's in this division... but we all answer to somebody, don't we? She
lets that hang in the air for a moment.
The fans are on their feet as Rhea Ripley and Tessa Blanchard meet in the middle of the ring. Standing a few inches taller than Blanchard, Ripley glares down at her, a smug look upon her face. Blanchard stares right back up at her, undeterred. The atmosphere is positively electric as these two titans of the women's division prepare to do battle for the first time after giving us only a teaser of what they're capable of together at Mile High Madness. [ Tony Schiavone ] Just listen to these fans! This is a match we've wondered about since we first heard Paul Heyman mention the possibility of it at SGW Revenge! Two of the most dominant competitors in the SGW women's division! You're in for a treat fans! [ Nigel McGuinness ] And speaking of Paul Heyman, where is the most successful manager of our generation, Tony? This is quite the match for one of his clients, I can't imagine he'd miss it for no bloody reason! [ Tony Schiavone ] I'm hearing from our sources in the back that... Tessa Blanchard requested that he remain in the back. There's definitely been some friction between the two... I don't think Tessa Blanchard likes how Paul Heyman has been taking credit for the advancement of her career. [ Scott Steiner ] She prolly got tired of drivin' around with that fat bastard, with his fat sweaty ass makin' all their rental cars and hotel rooms smell like hot dog water and bathrooms in a porno theater! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I just find it peculiar that she would bar Heyman from ringside, yet Paige is right there. What does sodding Paige offa' that Paul Heyman doesn't? It doesn't make any sense, is all I'm saying, fellas. After a stare down that feels like forever, Tessa hauls off and nails Rhea Ripley with a big forearm right to the jaw! Ripley huffs and turns her head back around to face Blanchard, looking pissed. Ripley nails Blanchard with a big right hand, causing Blanchard to stagger back a step... before lunching forward with another forearm... followed by a flurry of forearms, sending Ripley staggering backward into the corner! Blanchard continues hauling off, rattling Ripley with every bone jarring blow to the head and chest! Suddenly, Ripley comes alive, snatching Blanchard by either side of her head, and slings HER around into the corner before drilling her with a series of right hands as the fans go wild! Each devastating blow causes Blanchard to flail before she finally falls into a seated position in the corner. Ripley begins putting the boots to her before hanging onto the top rope and pushing her boot beneath Tessa's chin, choking her forcefully! Rick Knox begins the mandatory five count, commanding Ripley to stop! As he reaches four, Ripley backs away with her hands up, staring straight into Rick Knox's eyes. Blanchard grips the middle rope on either side of her, looking pissed. She goes to pull herself up and Ripley pushes Knox aside and charges into the corner... only to meet a boot to the jaw from Blanchard! Ripley staggers back and Tessa steps up onto the middle rope... before leaping off and nailing Ripley with a SPINNING BACK ELBOW that knocks her flat on her back! [ Tony Schiavone ] This bout is non-stop and hard hitting from the get-go! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Whicheva' one o' these ladies comes away wit' the victory t'night will have established a foothold in the division that no one can deny! Whetha' the match stipulation dictates it or not, you must acknowledge that the winna' of this match must be in line for a title shot! [ Tony Schiavone ] You know Christina Von Eerie is paying attention to this one! Blanchard sits up, holding her fist out in front of her and shaking it with intensity. She returns to her feet and grabs a handful of Ripley's hair, guiding her up to her knees. Once Ripley is there, Tessa hits the ropes and nails Ripley with a shotgun dropkick right to the chest! Paige pounds on the mat on the outside, cheering Blanchard on! Blanchard goes for a quick cover but Ripley kicks out at one and attempts to roll back to her feet. As Ripley gets up to one knee, Tessa snatches her around the waist... and dead lifts her into a German suplex, landing her solidly on her shoulders and head! Ripley rolls over on her stomach and begins crawling toward the apron. Blanchard scrambles to catch her but Ripley grabs the bottom rope, flips over, and shoves Blanchard off with both feet, causing her to land on her back and roll backward to her feet. However, by the time Blanchard is up again, Ripley has already rolled to the floor and is walking around the ringside area, holding onto the guardrail as she makes her way around. [ Tony Schiavone ] It looks like Rhea Ripley is playing hard to get! [ Nigel McGuinness ] She's playing it smart, Tony! Inside the ring, Tessa teases a DIVE, eliciting cheers from the crowd! Tessa hits the ropes and prepares to fly but Ripley springs into action, grabs Paige by either shoulder and throws her in front of her! Tessa catches herself, managing to stop herself just as she begins to emerge through the middle and top ropes but Ripley shoves Paige aside and grabs Blanchard by the hair, dragging her through the ropes and tossing her effortlessly to the floor! Paige has landed on her ass several feet away and is shouting at Ripley angrily as Ripley descends on Blanchard, snatching her up by two handfuls of hair, and then slinging her backward onto the edge of the ramp! [ Tony Schiavone ] What impact! [ Nigel McGuinness ] There's that Rhea Ripley aggression we were lookin' for! [ Scott Steiner ] That's why she's the fuckin' moose! Ripley stands over Blanchard for a moment, looking down at her. Blanchard cradles her head, looking to be in great pain. Paige is back on her feet, shouting at Ripley, trying to get her attention but Ripley turns her and cocks her fist, causing Paige to stumble backward, the guardrail behind her being the only reason she doesn't fall down during her escape. Ripley turns and descends on Blanchard once again, pulling her up by either side of her head. Ripley pulls Blanchard into a power bomb position and eyeballs Paige, flipping her a middle finger and shouting "she's dead now, yeah!? Lot o' help you are, twat!" and then POWER BOMBS HER INTO THE APRON! Blanchard looks to be in grievous pain as she slowly slides off the apron and falls to her knees at ringside. Ripley looks down at her and shakes her head, not impressed, before pie facing Blanchard down to the mat! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Disgusting impact! That's the hardest part o' the ring! Blanchard writhes on the floor, favoring her back. Rick Knox shouts at both women to get in the ring or else he's count them out, prompting Ripley to flip Blanchard over, grab a handful of her tights, and toss her under the bottom rope. With a menacing aura about her, Ripley climbs onto the apron and then steps through the ropes casually, her eyes never leaving the wounded Blanchard. [ Tony Schiavone ] Rhea Ripley seems colder, far more brutal than normal. [ Nigel McGuinness ] Rhea Ripley is always unforgiving 'n brutal, Tony, but I do see what you're saying. Perhaps it has something t' do with being denied her shot at the SGW Women's World Championship at Holiday Hell! It's clear that she found her rejection to be a slight, perhaps even a bit humiliating. It's very possible she's taking this aggression out on Tessa Blanchard t'night! Blanchard rolls to the center of the ring, still appearing to be in great pain. Ripley stalks her, preparing for another go... but she looks confused as the fans suddenly erupt in boos. Ripley turns to face the entranceway and sees PAUL HEYMAN making his way down to ringside with an arrogant swagger! Paige looks confused and slightly annoyed as Heyman approaches ringside and positions himself next to her. Heyman can be seen communicating with her but she's not having it, taking a few steps away from him. His eyes are glued on the ring and he begins shouting at Tessa to get up. Ripley shakes her head, not having time for this interruption. [ Tony Schiavone ] It looks like, despite Tessa Blanchard's wishes, Paul Heyman is HERE! [ Nigel McGuinness ] It's his job to make sure she succeeds! Whether or not she wins this match will have a dramatic effect on his bottom line! Ripley goes back to work, approaching the fallen Blanchard... only to receive a kick to the mid-section from the mat! Blanchard quickly returns to her feet, having been playing possum momentarily! With Ripley doubled over, Blanchard snatches her up and drills her with a snap suplex! Blanchard takes a moment to recover, still favoring her back, and Heyman is losing his shit at ringside, pounding on the mat violently, cheering her on! Blanchard returns to her feet as Ripley gets up to one knee. Blanchard hits the ropes goes for a boot to the head but Ripley catches the boot and holds it, standing up and keeping Tessa hopping one leg! Tessa pretends to beg her off, to not take advantage... but then suddenly flips her off and yells "FUCK YOU!" before nailing her with an ENZIGURI! Ripley falls back to one knee and Blanchard hits the ropes... RUNNING BOOT TO THE HEAD! Ripley goes down, her shoulders and back across the bottom rope! Blanchard hits the ropes again... RUNNING DOUBLE KNEES TO THE FACE! Blanchard whips back around with her arms out to the side, fired up, ready to end this! Ripley crawls to all fours and then gets up to one knee... Blanchard grabs a handful of hair and guides her back to her feet... she Irish whips her into the ropes but Ripley reverses the whip at the absolute last second... AND HEYMAN TRIPS BLANCHARD BY ACCIDENT! HE WAS TRYING TO GET RIPLEY BUT HE GOT TESSA! The fans erupt in boos! Tessa turns around, distracted... and RIPLEY CHARGES UP ON HER FROM BEHIND! She clubs Tessa in the back and pulls her in... RIPTIDE! RIPTIDE! SHE GOT IT-- NO! TESSA USES HER MOMENTUM TO GO OVER RHEA'S SHOULDER AND GET A SUNSET FLIP PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER - Tessa Blanchard via Pin Fall in 12:39 The fans cheer in surprise and Tessa releases the hold, even looking surprised that she managed to keep Ripley down! Ripley sits on her ass and can be seen muttering "motha' fucking bullshit!" before rolling out of the ring. She walks past Heyman and Paige without even looking at them and then walks up the ramp and through the entranceway, out of sight. Heyman wipes the sweat from his reddened face. Paige rolls under the bottom rope and crawls over to Tessa, checking on her, looking genuinely worried for her well-being after that beating. [ Tony Schiavone ] That is not how I expected this one to go down, fans. [ Nigel McGuinness ] I can't imagine Rhea Ripley had any idea this is how it would happen. First, what happened earlia' tonight with Christina Von Eerie 'n now this... this isn't going t' sit well with Miss Ripley, I don't think! Tessa Blanchard is up to her knees, looking like she's seen much better days. She calls for a microphone and Paige quickly retrieves one for her. Paul Heyman walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, looking deeply concerned. Paige helps Tessa to her feet and Tessa checks the microphone to make sure it's on. The fans are giving Blanchard a round of applause after that hard fought battle. Blanchard finally raises the microphone, glaring right at Paul Heyman as she does so. [ Tessa Blanchard ] Paul... She doubles over, hands on her knees. Paige pats her on the back. Finally, Blanchard stands upright. [ Tessa Blanchard ] Paul... you and me... all of this. The fans begin cheering, picking up quickly on where this is going. [ Tessa Blanchard ] You can shove it up your fat ass! Paige laughs and applauds. Heyman looks like he's seen a ghost. [ Tessa Blanchard ] I told you... I told you to stay in the back... because I don't need you... and you can't even follow simple instructions! The fact of the matter is... I have never needed you! I don't need your guidance! I don't need your support! And I don't need your extreme branding bullshit! The fans pop huge. Paul Heyman literally drops to his knees, his hands pressed together in front of him. He's begging her to reconsider! Paige stands there, hands on her hips, just shaking her head. Blanchard keeps going. [ Tessa Blanchard ] I'm not the Terminatrix, Paul! I'm the DIAMOND in the rough! I'm a third generation SUPERSTAR! I am wrestling royalty! I don't want you by my side... and I damn sure don't need you by my side! He shakes his head frantically, slinging sweat in every direction, his hands held out in front of him. [ Tessa Blanchard ] You... are... FIRED! Blanchard throws down the microphone and walks past the kneeling Heyman where Paige is already sitting on the middle rope, waiting on Tessa to step through, onto the apron. Tessa and Paige leave together, disappearing through the curtain as Paul Heyman remains in the ring, almost visibly sobbing! We quickly go backstage! Our
fade brings us to a hardly used locker room. Two bags are still
perfectly packed and sit to the side of the three men crowding the
shot – British Strong Style. Trent Seven is in the center of your
screen, immaculately dressed as usual, twirling the tip of his long
mustache. Tyler Bate is on Seven’s left, wearing suspenders over an
Oxford shirt, beard well-groomed and a sheepish smile beneath it.
Pete Dunne, still breathing deeply following his match with Ciampa, has his singlet straps down, pulled just over his
waist as he tears his wrist tape off. Eventually, the Bruiserweight
looks up from his work and meets the eye of the camera like his
associates. The men are all silent, but a few cheers echo across the
Target Center as they appear on the Golden-Tron. SNAP! Dan
Barry howls out in pain as Dunne snaps his left-hand finger gun!
Before Carr can react, Dunne reaches out and LEATHERS him across the
neck with a slap! The Target Center roar out in shock at the
absolutely brutal display and Barry runs off screen, Carr chasing
behind him, each man holding their wound. Dunne glares in their
direction as Team Tremendous run offscreen, out of the British
Strong Style locker room. Seven and Bate, used to Dunne’s
viciousness by now, are even slightly perturbed at this outburst.
Before the match can even get underway, the smarmy theme of Maxwell
Jacob Friedman plays over the PA and the Target Center is uproarious
with boos. WINNER - Tim Storm & Sin Cara via Disqualification in 13:07
Cornette begins yelling at the top of his lungs for Drake to exit
the ring as Galloway begins leathering Storm with vicious punch
after vicious punch. As Drake hits the floor, Cornette grabs him by
the arm and begins trekking up the ramp, Aldis already halfway up
himself with the NWA World Heavyweight Championship secured in his
arm. We quickly head backstage where we see Candy Floss sitting in the floor, absolutely devastated following her heartbreaking loss earlier in the night. The fans cheer upon seeing her and, though she can hear the live crowd, it doesn't seem to cheer her up. She runs her hands through her bright pink hair before tilting her head back, resting it against the wall behind her. She speaks to no one in particular, sounding distraught. [ Candy Floss ] I don't know what t' do... She sounds practically on the verge of tears. [ Candy Floss ] They called me a loser... 'n I bloody lost. She huffs, looking genuinely lost. [ Candy Floss ] Where do I go from 'ere? She looks off-camera and gently shakes her head. [ Candy Floss ] Maybe... maybe I shoulda' stayed in the loo like she said. A single tears rolls down her cheek. [ Candy Floss ] Maybe I belong in there wit' Nick Gage 'n Disco Inferno! From off-camera in the opposite direction from which she looks, a hand slides into view... clutching a box of Pocky. Candy Floss slowly turns her head and sees the candy in front of her face. Her eyes widen and brighten as a huge smile appears on her face! It's as though she was never upset to begin with. The camera pans over to reveal the hand belongs to Kris Statlander! The fans cheer loudly as the Galaxy's Greatest Alien hands the Pocky to an elated Candy Floss. Without hesitation, Floss begins shoveling Pocky into her mouth, "MMMMM"ing and "AHHHH"ing each bite. [ Kris Statlander ] Sugary sweet sustenance, as your heart desires, Earthling. Candy just looks at Statlander, nodding her head while smiling, her mouth still full. [ Kris Statlander ] I listened to the awkward conversation you held with yourself, though I remained hidden and pretended not to. That is your Earth custom, yes? Unfortunately, I can not allow you to return to the obscure sub-planet Loo. What a retched hive of scum and villainy it is, Earthling Floss. Candy Floss is literally not paying attention at all. [ Kris Statlander ] Though we are fortunate that Earthlings Gage and Disco have departed-- Statlander clenches her fist in front of her and stares down at it. [ Kris Statlander ] But it would seem they tragically died on their way back to their home planet. Statlander returns her gaze to Floss, observing how she continues eating her Pocky. [ Kris Statlander ] Your insatiable appetite has inspired hunger rumblings of my own. I shall devour my own conquest now, a minty fresh delight I discovered while exploring sub-planet Loo earlier this Earth day. Statlander removes a pink object, roughly the size and shape of a hockey puck. Candy Floss recognizes the urinal cake for what it is and tries to speak up-- [ Candy Floss ] Hey, no, wait-- But she is too late and Statlander takes a huge bite of it, chewing it as though nothing is wrong. [ Candy Floss ] Oh wow, ya' really did it. She shakes her head, looking on in disgusted awe. [ Candy Floss ] Just bit right into it... didn't even have t' think about it. Statlander raises an eyebrow, still chewing diligently before swallowing. [ Kris Statlander ] Though the color and scent would indicate a pleasant or sweet flavor such as your treat, I find this to taste like Earth elements salt and ammonia, bitter... but ultimately edible. Floss clears her throat and closes her box of Pocky before setting it on the floor next to her. [ Candy Floss ] Wonderful. Statlander finishes off her delightful treat as Floss watches on in silent horror. [ Kris Statlander ] I detect the emotions... stress and anguish. You will find these emotions... unnecessary going forward. Your concern is that you have lost an important match and you are no adequate. This is not logical thinking, Earthing Floss. I have spoken to the prime overseer of this sub-planet... the one called Trish. She has granted our away unit another opportunity at your hostile invaders, Priestley and Hayter. Candy's jaw drops, her smile is out of control. [ Candy Floss ] Seriously?! You did that?! You're the best! Statlander tilts her head to the side. [ Kris Statlander ] However, there was one stipulation.. she requested that this encounter be undertaken with an away team of three able bodies rather than the two we departed with on this night. Candy tries to follow. [ Candy Floss ] So... a six woman tag? [ Kris Statlander ] If that is the term... then yes. Candy stands up, jumping up and down with excitement. Statlander stands to meet her. [ Candy Floss ] This is so exciting! Who can we get t' team with us? There's so many options! Oh! I don't think Rhea Ripley has anything planned-- [ Kris Statlander ] I have already made first contact with one of the most brilliant minds this sub-planet has ever known. The benevolent one known as Dr. Cube. It is known that he holds much power on this planet and we would be wise to use it to our advantage. [ Candy Floss ] Wait, no-- that's not... that doesn't sound like a good idea, at all. Candy's shoulders slump, defeated. [ Candy Floss ] Like... you realize someone got stabbed with a bloody syringe tonight, right? [ Kris Statlander ] That was the first action I took into account when choosing our partner. It was a very effective maneuver and now the one called Sasha Banks is returning to her own planet, hopefully with better fortune than Earthlings Gage and Disco. [ Candy Floss ] You 'n I should really have a talk about what makes an... effective maneuva' if this partna'ship is gonna work out... 'n we should also have a talk about treats, especially the ones you find on... um... sub-planet Loo. Statlander tilts her head to the side. [ Kris Statlander ] I'm listening. Floss and Statlander walk away and the camera follows them as they talk things over. They walk past Jason Jordan, who is minding his own business, sitting in a steel chair, shirtless and in gym shorts. Kurt Angle stands next to him, watching him with a look of awe on his red face, sweat rolling off his features for seemingly no reason. Jason Jordan is clutching a large weight, doing curls. They pay no mind to Floss and Statlander as they vanish off-camera. [ Kurt Angle ] You're doing great, son! Keep going! Jordan strains as he executes another curl. [ Jason Jordan ] Can't stop! Won't stop! Suddenly, we see Alexa Bliss and Nikki Cross approaching from the distance. Jason Jordan sees them coming and looks up at Angle with a sly smirk. He cocks an eyebrow. [ Jason Jordan ] Check this out, dad. You 'bout to see how it's done. As Alexa and Cross draw closer, having a conversation amongst themselves, Jordan begins doing curls again, this time far more aggressively, counting out loud. [ Jason Jordan ] One thousand and one... one thousand and two... one thousand and THREE-- He stops as Alexa and Nikki walk fully into the shot. Alexa is looking down at her cell phone. He drops the weight and stands up, admiring his physique with a proud smile on his face. Angle nods, still sweating profusely for no reason. He slaps his son of the chest, nodding his head. Jordan flexes. [ Jason Jordan ] Damn, look at me! I'm huge! Did you ladies see that? He tilts his head back and places his hands on his hips, sticking his chest out. [ Jason Jordan ] I did over a thousand. Alexa looks as though she's barely paying attention. Nikki Cross, however, looks genuinely impressed, her eyes as large as saucers. She pats Alexa on the shoulder excitedly. Alexa slowly turns her head, looking away from her cell phone. She looks annoyed. Cross points at Jason Jordan. [ Nikki Cross ] Alexa, Alexa! Did ya' hear 'im?! He did over a t'ousand! Alexa's eyes narrow and she scoffs. [ Alexa Bliss ] Of course, I did. Can't you tell? I'm a friggin' lake below the waist right now. Jason and Kurt both look surprised. Jordan's jaw nearly drops. Cross just looks confused. Jordan tries to salvage his demeanor, straightening back up and plastering on a confident smile... but he still sounds like a stupid kid. [ Jason Jordan ] Wait, are you being serious? Alexa looks him up and down and sneers. [ Alexa Bliss ] You really have to ask? Go shit in your hand. Jordan lowers his head in shame and walks off-camera, taking Kurt Angle with him in red faced, sweaty silence. Alexa Bliss and Nikki Cross watch them leave. Bliss shakes her head, fuming mad. Nikki Cross rubs her hands together anxiously, looking at Bliss with a look of genuine concern. [ Alexa Bliss ] This is a joke, Nikki. Nikki scratches her head, confused. [ Nikki Cross ] I dun' geddit. Alexa cuts her eyes at Cross, scowling. [ Alexa Bliss ] No, not an actual joke, you ignorant slut. [ Nikki Cross ] Oh. [ Alexa Bliss ] I mean this! All of this! Nikki looks around at her surroundings, innocently looking for this joke. [ Alexa Bliss ] What are we even doing here? Cross nods, looking uncomfortable as she obviously doesn't follow. [ Alexa Bliss ] I'm over it. Bliss turns to the camera, peering right into the lens. [ Alexa Bliss ] You! Camera donkey! Get over here! Now! The camera quickly shuffles toward Alexa until her upper body is all that we can see with Nikki Cross peering over her shoulder from behind, watching with wide eyed curiosity. Bliss tilts her head back and stares down her nose into the camera, speaking with a strong sense of entitlement. [ Alexa Bliss ] I'm only gonna say this one more time-- She scoffs and shakes her head. [ Alexa Bliss ] Actually, I'm gonna say this until you idiot hookers get it through your heads... this is my division. It was specifically built for me... to showcase my talent and my looks... because I am everything that a mainstream wrestling company wants in a professional female athlete. The fans boo loudly. Bliss arches an eyebrow. [ Alexa Bliss ] I was supposed to be the face of this division... I was supposed to be the first champion... but thanks to Lunch Lady Patricia, the leathery old hot pocket that runs this division, I've been shoved to the back of the line! I haven't even had a televised match yet! Alexa glances over her shoulder at Nikki Cross. [ Alexa Bliss ] Even this brainless lump of biscuit dough has had a match on TV! Nikki waves at the camera from behind Alexa, a proud smile on her face. [ Nikki Cross ] Aye! I lost t' Tessa Blanchard! Alexa's upper lip curls in disgust. [ Alexa Bliss ] Shut up, Gargamel! God, who even gave you permission to breathe?! Nikki Cross seems to pay no mind to the comment, still smiling as Alexa continues. [ Alexa Bliss ] Well, that's coming to an end because I'm making a challenge! As far as I'm concerned, this division is a failure! The title is around the waist of a skank bitch disgusto that hasn't even earned her contract, much less my championship! There's an alien, a Candy Crush reject, at least two women I'm positive are men, and children... literal children ruining what I hoped to establish as the premier women's division in professional wrestling! The live crowd boos loudly. [ Alexa Bliss ] It's time for a friggin' course correction! The broad shouldered, square jaw experiment is canceled! Since day one, I have been treated like a second class citizen while Tessa Blanchard of all people has gotten to do anything she wants... and it seems like, no matter how many times I try to beat it into her, she just won't take the hint! This is my division... in my pocket... it belongs to me! I'm retaking what's mine, I'm putting my stamp on it, and I'm getting it back on track. That means getting rid of Tessa Blanchard first... and then moving on to the crackhead bee-yotch wearing my belt. Alexa cracks a sinister smile. [ Alexa Bliss ] I know what you all want... you want me to go away... you want me to give up... at the very least, you want to go about your lives and pretend that I don't even exist... and you know what? That actually reminds me of the last time I went to Disney World... did you know that they have an entire world dedicated to that garbo Cars movie and there's not one single shred of evidence that Ratatouille ever even existed? She shakes her head, seething with anger. [ Alexa Bliss ] I'm not friggin' Ratatouille. She lets that hang in the air for a moment as the fans continue booing. [ Alexa Bliss ] I'm Up! I'm Toy Story 3! I'm a friggin' classic! Nikki Cross pipes up. [ Nikki Cross ] Oh, oh! Alexa! I like Antz the best of all! Alexa's face turns red and she gets so angry that she almost vomits. [ Alexa Bliss ] ANTZ IS DREAMWORKS, NIKKI! Nikki quickly shrinks in fear behind Alexa. [ Alexa Bliss ] I AM STRICTLY TALKING DISNEY-PIXAR FILMS! Nikki's lower lip sticks out like a scolded child. [ Alexa Bliss ] Everybody knows that Dreamworks is just Pixar for poor people. Alexa is smoldering. [ Alexa Bliss ] I'm not Antz. She looks down for a moment. [ Alexa Bliss ] Tessa Blanchard... she is Antz. Still looking down, she shakes her head. [ Alexa Bliss ] She's friggin' Boss Baby-- Alexa literally GROWLS and looks back up into the camera. [ Alexa Bliss ] Ugh, that's enough! I hate you, Tessa! You're horrible and you're ugly! You've ruined everything for me and at Holiday Hell, I'm coming for you and I'm taking back everything you've gotten that should've been mine! Bliss stands there for a moment, breathing heavily. She looks over her shoulder at Cross. [ Alexa Bliss ] Come on, Nikki! Get your fat body moving, we're outta here. Bliss storms off camera and Nikki Cross timidly follows her. We fade out.
Backstage, we see “The Franchise” Shane Douglas hard at work
smothering a hot dog with so much ketchup that an entire garden of
tomatoes died for the cause. He’s still wearing his SGW Lifetime
World Championship and we can see his microphone stuffed in the
front of his pants, sticking out above the top of the title. We return to the ringside where the fans are already on their feet, stomping and clapping away, ready to see the main event get underway! The camera pans out, giving us a wide shot of the entranceway. The lights dim and the Golden-Tron flashes to life, drawing a huge pop from the fans! [ Tony Schiavone ] It's main event time, fans! [ Nigel McGuinness ] And what a main event it's set t' be, Tony! Cody defending the SGW Elevation Championship against Jimmy effing Havoc! Droplets of blood appear on a white screen and the words "JIMMY FUCKING HAVOC" appear across the tron as "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI hits! The songs plays for a moment before Jimmy Havoc finally emerges from the back in black tights with a matching trench coat and studded mask. In his right hand, he carries an axe! The fans are booing loudly as Havoc stands there for a moment and extends his arms out to his sides before lowering them and beginning to make his way down to the ring. [ Tony Schiavone ] What's he gonna do with that axe?! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Well, he certainly isn't gonna give Cody a shave! Havoc climbs onto the apron and then stands, looking out at the fans as he clutches the axe in both hands. He grips it tightly and then steps through the ropes, stomping out into the center of the ring and looking as disinterested as he can behind his mask. He eventually turns on a dime and walks to his corner where he glares at the entranceway. As he stands there in silence, gripping his axe, his music cuts and...
Adrenaline, in my soul! [ Tony Schiavone ] Cody! The man who has made astronomical strides since coming to SGW! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Unparalleled success for The American Nightmare! We'll see if he's got what it takes to keep what he's earned here tonight! The fans pop huge as Cody makes his way out onto the stage with the SGW Elevation Championship around his waist. Brandi Rhodes follows him out, rallying the fans as she reaches the edge of the stage with a huge smile on her face. Cody stands there and looks out at the fans before patting the center plate on the championship. And
my father said, when I was younger Cody and Brandi make their way down the ring and Brandi climbs the steps first before strutting across the apron and sitting on the middle rope. Cody follows her up, smiling proudly, and then steps through the ropes before walking across the ring and unsnapping the championship from around his waist. The fans cheer loudly as he holds it over his head, nodding along as he receives their praise. [ Tony Schiavone ] The fans are firmly behind the Nightmare Family! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Whetha' they support him or not, Cody should not take his eye off the prize! Jimmy Havoc is no laughing matta'! You saw what he did earlia' tonight to Nick Gage! One wrong move, and that will be Cody, too! Finally, Cody hands the championship to Aubrey Edwards and she holds it over her head. Cody backs into his own corner, adjusting his weight belt and staring across the ring at Havoc, the man who would challenge him tonight! Aubrey hands the championship off to Justin Roberts and then calls for the bell!
The big fight atmosphere is in play as Cody and Jimmy Havoc remain in the respective corners, staring across the ring at one another. Still clutching his axe, Havoc reaches up and removes his mask before dropping it in the corner, his icy cold eyes never leaving Cody as he does so. Cody licks his lips anxiously. He looks impossibly confident despite the man he's staring across the ring at. Aubrey Edwards reaches for the axe and Havoc jerks it away from her before staring her down. She tilts her head to the side, warning him without having to say anything. He looks down at the axe and then hands it to her on his terms. She takes it and carefully hands it to an attendant at ringside. [ Tony Schiavone ] Get that thing out of here! Who knows what Jimmy Havoc is capable of! [ Scott Steiner ] Fuck him! I'd take that axe away from 'im and shove it up his ass! Cody and Havoc meet in the center of the ring and stare right into one another's eyes for what feels like forever before Cody holds out his hand, offering a handshake. Jimmy Havoc looks down at Cody's hand and then raises his own, middle finger extended. The fans boo loudly. At ringside, we see Brandi Rhodes watching, both hands flat on the apron with a look of concern on her face. Cody smirks and lowers his hand... before taking a swing at Havoc! Havoc ducks and nails Cody with a forearm! Havoc continues hitting Cody with forearm after forearm as the fans boo! Cody staggers back, looking rattled by each shot before he tumbles backward through the ropes, onto the apron, and then onto the floor where Brandi puts her hands on either side of his face, checking on him! [ Tony Schiavone ] I understand Cody being upset by that disrespectful gesture from Jimmy Havoc but he might have bitten off a little more than he can chew by initiating a brawl with the King of the Goths! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Jimmy Havoc is certainly not one with whom you would like to trifle, Tony! Cody spends a moment stalling on the floor, waving off Havoc in the ring as he walks the perimeter of the ring, stalking Cody. Cody continues walking about with his hands on his hips, motioning for "one more second" from Aubrey Edwards. Jimmy Havoc looks on, visibly annoyed before sitting in the corner and checking his wrist, looking at the watch that isn't there. Cody and Brandi continue conversing and Cody makes the mistake of putting his back to the ring. Havoc stands and approaches. He stands on the bottom rope and leans over the top, grabbing a handful of Cody's hair! Cody grabs Havoc's wrist and allows himself to be guided back onto the apron but he quickly grabs Havoc by either side of his head and drops, snapping his neck on the top rope! Havoc flails backward and Cody immediately slides in runs at the staggering Havoc, executing a go-behind and pulling him down with a running school boy! Jimmy Havoc kicks out before Aubrey can even hit the mat and immediately scrambles back to his feet! He hits the ropes and catches Cody as he's rising to one knee, nailing him right in the face with a running knee strike! The impact sends Cody reeling around and he lands chest first across the middle rope! Havoc runs and hits the ropes again, this time driving his knee into the back of Cody's head! Havoc hangs onto the top rope and continues putting pressure on the back of Cody's head, choking him on the middle rope! [ Tony Schiavone ] Jimmy Havoc is ruthless in his pursuit for championship gold! Brandi Rhodes climbs onto the apron and tries to push Havoc's knee off of Cody but Aubrey yells at Brandi to get down and then begins the mandatory five count! Havoc lets go at four and Cody falls away from the rope, attempting to crawl as he touches his neck, gasping for air! Havoc eyes Aubrey with his hands up in front of him... before straddling Cody's back and nailing him with a series of cross arm strikes until Cody goes down flat! Havoc brushes the hair out of his face and uses his boot to flip Cody over. He bends down and takes Cody by the hair but Cody comes alive and snatches Havoc down in a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! TH-- HAVOC KICKS OUT! Havoc immediately gets back on Cody, mounting him and raining rights and lefts on him until Cody reaches through the flurry and thumbs Havoc in the eye! Havoc falls backward and Cody stands up, touching his lip to check for blood. Havoc gets up to one knee, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, and Cody nails him with a running kick to the side of the head! Havoc goes down flat on his back and Cody snatches him up by either side of his head and pulls him in... SNAP SUPLEX! Cody maintains his grip and rolls back to his feet... for a SECOND SUPLEX! And then he rolls through... for a THIRD SUPLEX! Cody floats over into a pin! One! Two! Th-- HAVOC ROLLS A SHOULDER UP! [ Tony Schiavone ] Expert technique from Cody! [ Nigel McGuinness ] It's gonna take more than that to keep Jimmy Havoc down! Cody wastes no time, sneering and grabbing a handful of Havoc's hair. He punches Havoc in the head once, twice, three times and then lets him fall to the mat. Cody wipes his mouth and nods, looking satisfied as Brandi applauds and cheers him on from ringside. Cody gets up to one knee and takes Havoc by the hair, guiding him up as well. Once Havoc is up to one knee, he nails Cody with an elbow to the stomach, followed by a couple stiff punches. He swats Cody's hands away and rises, nailing Cody with a series of right hands before Cody snatches a headlock to slow him down! Havoc backs up into the ropes and shoots Cody off. Havoc meets him midway and Cody puts him down, flat on his back with a shoulder strike! Havoc sits up, looking pissed, and flips Cody off from his seated position! Cody smiles and runs his hand through his hair... and kicks Havoc right in the face! [ Scott Steiner ] Yeah! That's how you get shit done! Kick his teeth down his throat! Cody circles Havoc, looking down at him. Brandi is pounding on the mat, urging Cody to finish him off. Havoc continues lying flat on his back, resting his hand across his face. Finally, Havoc begins to stir, rolling over onto his side and then up to one knee. Cody points at him and cocks his eyebrow... before charging and nailing Havoc with a running knee strike to the head! Cody stands up, pumping his fists and slapping himself on the chest before turning around and falling onto Havoc, covering him but he doesn't hook the leg! One! Two! Thr-- Havoc kicks out with authority! Cody smirks and sits up on his knees. Havoc rises up onto his elbows and swiftly slaps Cody across the face! Cody looks pissed and slaps Havoc back! Havoc quickly rolls back to his feet and Cody meets him, standing and they go nose to nose! They jaw back and forth before Havoc drills Cody right in the nose with a headbutt! Cody flails backward and spins out, turning his back to Havoc! Havoc pounches, drilling Cody in the back of the head with a clothesline, sending him sprawling forward, landing on his face! Havoc looms over him, breathing heavily as the fans boo. [ Tony Schiavone ] This is not a position Cody wants to find himself in! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Not only is Jimmy Havoc a ruthless fighta' and a champion of the death match genre, he's a skilled technical performa' and an ultimate opportunist! Cody would be wise to rememba' that! Havoc plants his foot right between Cody's shoulder blades and raises both middle fingers in the air. Havoc brushes the hair out of his eyes again and bends at the waist to paintbrush Cody across the back of the head. He reaches down and grabs a handful of Cody's tights and hair, guiding him toward the middle rope on all fours. Cody grabs on the bottom rope, trying to put a stop to what Havoc is doing but Havoc abruptly brings his foot down hard on Cody's wrist, smashing it into the mat! Havoc forces Cody's mouth onto the bottom rope and then hits the ropes... charges back in and goes for a RUNNING STOMP but Cody rolls out of the way and Havoc gets nothing but air! Cody rolls back to his feet and runs up behind Havoc, snatching him up by his leg and dumping him over the top rope to the floor! Havoc lands on his feet and staggers backward into the guardrail but before he can even think about righting himself... HE CATCHES CODY ON A SUICIDE DIVE! [ Tony Schiavone ] WOULD YA' LOOK AT THAT! Both men are down in a heap, resting against the guardrail! Cody snarls and stands up, using the rail to steady himself. Cody pumps his fists and slaps himself on the chest, shouting "COME ONNNNN!" as the fans lose it! Cody snatches Havoc up and lifts him in the air for a vertical suplex! He drops Havoc's feet on the apron... AND THEN DROPS HIM WITH A DRAPING SPINNING NECKBREAKER! The fans pop huge and Cody is up! He pulls Havoc back to his feet, drags him toward the ramp... and then gives him a SNAP SUPLEX ON THE UNFORGIVING STEEL! Cody sits up, red in the face, breathing heavily, ready to end this! Brandi is cheering him on as he rises to his feet and takes Havoc by a handful of his t-shirt. He pulls Havoc up to his knees and then forces him onto his feet. He shoves Havoc back first into the guardrail and then rips his t-shirt right down the middle... before delivering an earth shattering chop! The fans "WOOOOOOOOO!" in delight and Cody nails him with another and another and another before hauling off and punching Havoc right in the face! Havoc spins out and face plants right on the floor! Cody looks out at the fans and begins drawing energy from them as they cheer and chant his name! [ Nigel McGuinness ] He's gotta stop focusing so much on the fans and set his sights on the task at hand! The people aren't gonna help him put away Jimmy Havoc, for pete's sake! Cody goes to pick Havoc up off the floor and Havoc goes for the eyes, causing Cody to turns around and drop to one knee. Havoc staggers back up to his feet and grabs two handfuls of Cody's hair before slinging him backward, causing him to land flat on his back on the floor! Havoc mounts him and begins raining down elbows and forearms before standing up and rolling under the bottom rope to break the count. He rolls back onto the floor as Aubrey shouts at him to bring it back inside... but he just flips her off and goes about his business. Cody rolls over on his side and one of Havoc's elbows must have split his eyebrow open. Cody is dribbling blood on the floor and Havoc descends on him, going after the wound and punching away at it even more, trying to really open it up! [ Scott Steiner ] Hell yeah, this is what I paid for! Open him up! [ Tony Schiavone ] A wound like that is certainly gonna put Cody at a disadvantage! Havoc stands up, sneering and looks at the blood on his fist... before licking it! The fans groan in disgust! Cody shakes his head, touches the wound, and then rolls over onto his side again. He gets onto all fours and a pool of blood has begun to form on the floor beneath him. Cody crawls until he can put his hands on the ring steps. He uses them to pull himself up as Havoc stalks behind, ready to strike at any moment. Brandi watches from around the opposite ring post, covering her mouth, worried. Once Cody is up, Havoc grabs him from behind, spins him around, and whips him into the guardrail! Cody crashes hard, back first, and Havoc follows him in... only for Cody to back body drop him over the rail and into the front row! Havoc rolls over in the laps of the fans in the front, knocking their chairs over and ending up in the second row! Havoc struggles back to his feet and picks up one of the chairs he knocked over before tossing it over the rail and into the ring side area. Havoc approaches the rail once again and then looks on in surprise as the fans pop HUGE... WHEN CODY HURLS HIMSELF OVER THE RAIL AND TACKLES HAVOC BACK INTO THE SECOND ROW! [ Tony Schiavone ] Look out! Some lucky fans just got a heck of a souvenir! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Those fans would be wise to clear a bloody path! Cody is up immediately, running on adrenaline as blood pours down his face! He pounds his chest and shouts "GET UP, JIMMY!" before picking him up himself and shoving him backward into the guardrail. Havoc rests against it and Cody advances on him before delivering a bloody overhand chop that leaves a streaked bloody handprint all the way down to Havoc's naval! Havoc cringes and favors his chest but Cody fires up and clotheslines Havoc over the rail, causing him to land right on top of his head on the floor! Cody climbs over the rail and stalks Havoc as he tries to crawl away on all fours. Cody keeps touching the wound on his head, checking it repeatedly, before he finally unfastens his weight belt and folds it over in his hand. The fans begins cheering loudly as Cody looks down it... and then LASHES HAVOC ACROSS THE BACK! Aubrey begins flipping out, yelling at Cody to stop but Cody nails him and second and third time before finally discarding it! [ Tony Schiavone ] Look at Cody, dishing out his own brand of ruthlessness! [ Nigel McGuinness ] He'd be wise not to get himself disqualified here! [ Scott Steiner ] Who gives a shit?! He keeps the belt! [ Nigel McGuinness ] That's not the objective of the Elevation Championship, Scott! It isn't just about keeping the belt, it's about successfully defending it! You must register wins, not simply retentions! If Cody wants to become one step closa' to an SGW World Heavyweight title shot, he must pin Jimmy Havoc or make him submit! Havoc rolls over onto his back and Cody mounts him, cradling the back of his head with one hand as he plugs away at him with the other, rapid fire punches! Cody stands back up and the fans pop huge! He grabs Havoc by the head and pulls him up as well before throwing him under the bottom rope. Cody follows him in and Havoc is scrambling to his feet. Havoc quickly hits the ropes and Cody catches him coming off with a KITCHEN SINK! Cody is firing up! Havoc lands in a seated position and Cody hits the ropes... RUNNING KICK TO THE FACE! Havoc takes the impact and rolls over onto his side before struggling up to all fours. Cody snatches him up in a front face lock. Havoc is limp in his arms and Cody shoves him backward into the corner. Cody carefully places Havoc's arms over the top rope, keeping him in place, and then climbs to the middle turnbuckle! He begins punching away at him! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! He hesitates, holding his fist out in front of him and shaking it as he looks out at the fans... AND THEN DELIVERS TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! AND THEN HAVOC STEPS OUT AND PUSHES CODY'S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM, CAUSING HIM TO FALL FACE FIRST ON THE RING POST! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Oh my god, what a landing! [ Tony Schiavone ] Cody... is in... trouble! Cody goes totally limp and falls over the top rope to the apron and then rolls onto the floor! Havoc staggers out of the corner and quickly drops and rolls under the bottom rope. Brandi Rhodes is on the floor, kneeling next to Cody and checking on him. He hasn't moved an inch. Havoc approaches and Brandi yells at him to get back but he doesn't listen and advances further. Brandi stands up and gets in his face but Havoc just smiles evilly and pushes past her, almost knocking her down! The fans boo loudly and Havoc bends at the waist to seize Cody by the hair... but Brandi leaps onto his back with his arms around his neck! The fans go wild as Havoc as Havoc spins around and then reaches back, grabbing two handfuls of hair... and whips her over his shoulders onto the floor! Brandi lands hard, flat on her back and favors her back as she rolls over, gritting her teeth! The fans begin chanting "YOU SICK FUCK!" as Havoc just shakes his head and steps over her on his way to get Cody! [ Tony Schiavone ] Brandi's got to be careful here! [ Nigel McGuinness ] You neva' know what Jimmy Havoc could do! The fans suddenly pop huge as Dustin Rhodes charges out from the back, carrying a towel and having changed out of his gear and into his street clothes. He looks genuinely concerned. Dustin and Havoc each stand on either side of Cody's body and glare at one another. Brandi is already back to her knees next to Cody, looking up at Havoc with pure hate. Dustin kneels down next to Cody and begins checking on him, trying to clean his face off with the towel. Without warning, Havoc pushes Dustin aside and grabs Cody by the head! He pulls Cody to his feet and throws him under the bottom rope! Havoc goes to follow him in but Dustin stops him, whipping him around and getting right in his face! Havoc and Dustin stare each other down and Dustin points in Havoc's face, telling him to stand down! Havoc shoves Dustin back but Dustin gets right back in his face, standing only an inch away... but Havoc is suddenly propelled forward into Dustin by a BASEBALL SLIDE from Cody! Dustin is sent back first into the guardrail and Havoc catches himself and turns around... just in time to get FLATTENED BY A SUICIDE DIVE FROM CODY THAT MORE CLOSELY RESEMBLES A SLOPPY TORPEDO ATTACK! [ Tony Schiavone ] DESPERATION MANEUVER! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I don't know who got the worse end of that one! What a collision! Both men are down and the fans are chanting "HOLY SHIT!" over and over. Dustin looks mortified as he looks down at Cody while favoring his back! Brandi has her hands on either side of her head, deeply concerned. Cody pushes himself up, getting blood everywhere. Havoc looks out of it, covered in Cody's blood, too. Havoc tries to sit up but Cody is waiting for him, snatching him up off the floor in a reverse dragon sleeper position... BEFORE PLANTING HIM WITH CROSS RHODES RIGHT ON THE FLOOR! The fans pop huge and Cody quickly scrambles back to his feet and tries to get Havoc up onto the apron! Dustin and Brandi watch in awe as the bloody and weakened Cody forces Havoc under the bottom rope and rolls in after him! Cody covers him! ONE! TWO! THR-- HAVOC GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPE! [ Tony Schiavone ] HE ALMOST HAD HIM! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Taking an extra second to drag Havoc nearer the center of the ring could have made all the difference in the world there, Tony! Cody sits up on his knees, not believing it! Dustin and Brandi watch from ringside, shocked! Havoc rolls back to his knees and grabs onto the middle rope. He looks back over his shoulder at Cody and then forces himself up to his feet. Cody motions for Havoc to bring it on and Havoc does just that, springing to action and kicking Cody full on in the face! Cody falls back on his knees and Havoc snatches him up off the mat. Cody can barely stand but Havoc grips his wrist, brings him in and goes for the ACID RAINMAKER but Cody ducks it, executes a go-behind, and hoists Havoc up for a BACKDROP SUPLEX only for Havoc to roll off backward and land on his feet! Cody turns around... LARIAT! CODY TURNS INSIDE OUT! Havoc and Cody are both down! Aubrey Edwards begins the mandatory ten count! [ Tony Schiavone ] Both men are down! This could be it! The fans are cheering wildly as both men struggle to stand. They reach their knees and find themselves face to face in the center of the ring. They begin exchanging punches and forearms! Neither man looks like they can take much more! Cody finally delivers a forearm that knocks Havoc back onto his shoulders and Cody scrambles to cover him but only gets two before Havoc rolls a shoulder off the mat! Cody goes into desperation mode and stands up on spaghetti legs, pulling Havoc behind him. Cody holds Havoc at arm's length by a handful of hair as Havoc looks up at him. Havoc takes a swing but narrowly misses. He throws another punch but that one misses, too! Cody holds his fist up and draws back... before punching Havoc right in the forehead! Havoc goes down to one knee! Cody draws back and hits him again, right in the forehead! Aubrey Edwards is wanting intently from the side and Havoc reaches out, grabbing a handful of her shirt! She puts her hands on him to shove him away but he shoves her away first and as she stumbles backward, taking her eyes off the action, Havoc raises his arm right into Cody's crotch with a stiff low blow! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Oh my! That'll certainly turn the tide! [ Scott Steiner ] What a punk! God damn coward! Fight like a man! Aubrey gets right back into the fray, shouting at Havoc about putting his hands on her and Havoc waves her off, not even paying attention as he advances on Cody. Cody lies on his side in the middle of the ring, holding his groin as Havoc descends on him and grabs another handful of hair. He tries to pull Cody up but Cody is basically dead weight at this point. Havoc gets frustrated by not being able to get Cody off the mat and instead just mounts him and begins raining down punches on him again. Cody is barely able to cover. Dustin and Brandi are both leaning on the apron, watching. Dustin is clutching the bloody towel anxiously. Havoc looks at Dustin and shouts: "You better throw that fucking towel in 'ere before I kill this fucking arsehole!" The fans boo loudly and Dustin looks down at the towel, contemplating it. Havoc finally stands up and brings his foot down hard into Cody's mid-section. Cody curls up in a fetal position and Havoc drops onto him again, this time punching him right in the side of the head. Cody is unable to cover himself at all now and Havoc drives an elbow straight into his temple! Dustin holds the towel in front of him, staring at it, and shakes his head. Brandi looks at Dustin with narrowed eyes and shouts "Don't you dare, Dustin! Don't you fucking dare!" Havoc stands up again and wanders over toward the ropes. He squats down in front of where Dustin and Brandi are arguing and points over at Cody. "Do you see that man ova' there? Your husband, your brother... I told you what I set out t' do and I aim t' fucking do it! If he's too bloody stupid t' stay down, it's your responsibility t' do what's fucking right! Throw in that fucking towel!" Brandi scowls and snatches the towel out of Dustin's hand! She holds it up in front of Havoc and he nods, assuring her that this is the only way... and then she throws the towel... INTO THE CROWD! The fans over the bloody towel and it's suddenly lost in the sea of humanity. Havoc shakes his head and turns around. He approaches Cody and goes to pick him up but Cody comes alive with a SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! THRE-- JIMMY HAVOC KICKS OUT! Havoc scrambles back to his feet and Cody is struggling back up to one knee! Havoc hits the ropes and charges back at Cody... but Cody cuts him off, raising both middle fingers up, stopping Havoc right in his tracks! Havoc looks pissed and attempts to kick Cody in the chest but Cody catches his boot and struggles back to his feet! He stands, maintaining his grip on Havoc's boot! He flips Havoc off with his free hand and then throws his boot to the side! Havoc spins out and Cody catches him from behind... CROSS RHODES! HE GOT ALL OF IT! BUT BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! CODY CAN'T CAPITALIZE! [ Nigel McGuinness ] MAKE THE BLOODY COVER, CODY! Finally, Cody rolls over and manages to place one arm over Havoc's mid-section! Aubrey counts! ONE! TWO! THRE-- HAVOC GOT A SHOULDER UP! The fans boo loudly. Cody sits back up on his knees and holds up three fingers, not able to believe that it was only two! Cody stands back up, shaky, and pulls Havoc up with him. Cody takes hold of Havoc's wrist and drags his thumb across his throat... before spinning Havoc out and going for... AN ACID RAINMAKER OF HIS OWN! Havoc ducks it and catches Cody, spinning him out and NAILING HIS OWN ACID RAINMAKER! CODY TURNS INSIDE OUT! Havoc covers! ONE! TWO! THR-- CODY KICKS OUT WITH FORCE! [ Tony Schiavone ] HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT OF THE MOVE! The fans pop HUGE as Cody immediately rolls back to his knees, blood pouring down his face, and begins shaking his fists and head! Havoc looks on with wide eyes, shocked! Havoc stands and clubs Cody in the back but Cody completely no-sells it! Havoc hits him again and again but Cody continues to no-sell as the fans continue to LOSE THEIR MINDS! Havoc finally spins Cody around and Cody points right in his face and shouts "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Havoc backs up, surprised, and Cody begins punching away at him! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE PUNCHES! Havoc staggers backward until he's in the center of the ring and Cody begins dealing out a series of jabs and nails... THE BIONIC ELBOW! HAVOC GOES DOWN! THE FANS GO WILD! Cody goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR-- THE BELL SOUNDS! [ Tony Schiavone ] He got him! CODY HAS DONE IT! [ Nigel McGuinness ] I... I don't think he did, Tony! I think we've just experienced a first here in SGW! The fans pop huge before they realize what's happened!
WINNER -
Time Limit Draw in 60:00 The fans are booing loudly as Cody sits up, so out of it that he thinks he's actually won the match. Havoc is lying still in the center of the ring as Brandi and Dustin Rhodes slide into the ring and fall on their knees on either side of Cody. Aubrey Edwards brings the SGW Elevation Championship to him. He holds it in his lap, looking down at it. He brings it up to his face and kisses it. Brandi begins urging him to get out of the ring and Dustin helps him to his feet. Cody stands up, looking like he's been through a war and holds the championship over his head. [ Tony Schiavone ] Well, that's it, folks! Cody has done it! [ Nigel McGuinness ] What a fight... what a WAR! Dustin and Brandi begin helping Cody toward the ropes. As Cody reaches the ropes, Brandi sits on the middle rope so that he has easier access to exit. The fans begin chanting "FIVE MORE MINUTES" over and over. Cody looks out at the fans, hearing them. Brandi tells him to get out of the ring and Dustin just remains silent, locking eyes with his brother. In the middle of the ring, Jimmy Havoc has risen to his knees and looks like death warmed over. He calls for a microphone and receives one. Standing with one foot through the ropes, resting on the apron, Cody locks eyes on the King of the Goths. Havoc forces himself to stand and raises the microphone. [ Jimmy Havoc ] You heard the people, Cody... your people. Havoc holds up his hand, all five fingers outstretched. [ Jimmy Havoc ] Five more minutes. Brandi can be seen shouting "No! NO, CODY!" but Cody just stares him down. Havoc smiles. [ Jimmy Havoc ] I'm game if you are so what's it gonna be? Are you a fighting champion or are you a cunt like that wife of yours? Brandi's jaw drops and Cody looks furious. Dustin puts his hand on Cody's chest, trying to convince him to think it over. Even Brandi, despite being insulted, continues telling Cody to get out of the ring. Havoc tosses the microphone in Cody's direction. Cody, still half out of the ring, reaches down and picks up the microphone. He looks out at the fans, genuinely appearing to listen to their pleas. He looks down at the microphone and nods before speaking... he sounds proud... stoic, even. [ Cody ] These people paid for a fight to the finish. He lets that hang in the air for a moment. [ Cody ] So let's give'em a fight to the fuckin' finish. The fans pop HUGE and Cody steps back through the ropes! Aubrey calls for the bell, shouting "PUT FIVE MINUTES ON THE CLOCK!" as Cody meets the smiling Havoc in the middle of the ring where they immediately begin trading punches! Brandi watches on in horror from ringside with Dustin standing next to her. As Havoc and Cody tear into one another, the fans suddenly begin booing as... Dario Cueto walks out onto the stage with Scarlett Bordeaux in tow! Dario and Scarlett make their way down to the ring where Dustin and Brandi are waiting on them. Dustin squares up, intent on keeping them away from ringside but that simply leaves him prone to an attack from ANGELICO who has come through the crowd and nails him with a SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE FROM THE GUARDRAIL! Angelico begins putting the boots to Dustin as Brandi freaks out... and Scarlett drills her with a running forearm before standing over her and gyrating her hips seductively! [ Tony Schiavone ] No! Come on! Get Los Ingobernables out of here! [ Nigel McGuinness ] They've had their sights set on Cody and Dustin Rhodes for a while now! This was bound to happen but dammit, why now!? Cody takes Havoc down with a clothesline and Aubrey Edwards leans through the ropes, shouting at everyone involved in the brawl at ringside! She takes her eye off the ball just long enough for JACK EVANS to slide into the ring and charge at Cody but Cody ducks a clothesline, catches Evans from behind... AND PLANTS HIM WITH CROSS RHODES! The fans pop huge! Cody rises up, all fired up, and Havoc comes out of nowhere and takes him by the wrist... ACID RAINMAKERRRRRRRRRRRR! JIMMY HAVOC COVERS AND HOOKS THE LEG JUST AS AUBREY TURNS AROUND! ONE! TWO! THREE! WINNER & NEW CHAMPION - Jimmy Havoc via Pin Fall in 61:01 The fans erupt in boos as Jimmy Havoc snatches the Elevation Championship away from Aubrey Edwards and rolls out of the ring! He walks right past the ruckus at ringside and clutches the championship close to his chest! Once he reaches the stage, he holds the championship over his head with wild eyes and gritted teeth before disappearing through the curtain. [ Nigel McGuinness ] Jimmy Havoc is the new champion and what a disgrace! Jimmy Havoc will now defend the championship at Holiday Hell against Colt Cabana and I don't envy him a damn bit! [ Tony Schiavone ] I'm at a loss for words... what did we just witness!? [ Nigel McGuinness ] History, Tony... and a damn ugly piece of it. Dario and Scarlett back up the ramp while Angelico collects Jack Evans from the ring, dragging him out of the ring by his foot. As they leave up the ramp, celebrating, we see Dustin crawling over to check on Brandi while Cody remains lying still in the center of the ring. Once Dario, Scarlett, and the Hybrid 2 reach the entranceway, however, there's no more time to celebrate as LA Park and El Hiji de LA Park emerge from the back with steel chairs and waffle Evans and Angelico in the back! Dario begins freaking out and hiding behind Scarlett as Promociones Dorado goes to work! [ Tony Schiavone ] Promociones Dorado! [ Nigel McGuinness ] This is what we call instant karma! The Hybrid 2 has had their sights set on Cody and Dustin Rhodes but in the meantime, Promociones Dorado has been upset that the Hybrid 2 has been ignoring them! Well, they're not ignoring them now! Salina de la Renta steps out from the back, looking proud of what her men are getting done! Jack Evans fights back to his feet but LA Park cuts him off with a BRUTAL chairshot right to the head! Evans face plants and doesn't move, leaving Angelico all alone! Los Parks converge on Angelico and begin putting the boots to him before they drag him to the edge of the stage! Dario and Scarlett are helpless as El Hijo de LA Park helps LA Park lift Angelico onto his shoulders... AND HE DELIVERS A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB OFF THE STAGE AND THROUGH A TABLE! [ Tony Schiavone ] OH MY GOODNESS! The fans are chanting "HOLY SHIT" over and over as LA Park and Angelico both lay motionless at the bottom! El Hijo de LA Park and Salina de la Renta stand at the edge of the stage, looking down at the carnage as Dario and Scarlett look on in horror! [ Nigel McGuinness ] Ladies and gentlemen, I've just received word from the back that due to the events we're witnessing unfold right before our eyes, Holiday Hell will see the Hybrid 2 defend their championships in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH at Holiday Hell, against Promociones Dorado and the team of Cody and Dustin Rhodes! That is... if any of them have survived! [ Tony Schiavone ] If this is any indication, it's gonna be a war! Inside the ring, we see that Dustin and Brandi managed to make it back into the ring and are checking on Cody despite having been attacked themselves just moments earlier. The camera focuses on the Nightmare Family in the center of the ring as we cut backstage one final time.
From the ring, the scene quickly cuts backstage where we see Randy
Orton, flanked by RKO Security, marching down the hallway. Kennedy
and Masters stop on a dime as a nearby door swings wide open with
Val Venis exiting, momentarily startling all parties involved. Holiday Hell is coming in fourteen days... But will it be hell for Randy Orton... Or Solid Gold Wrestling!? |
