Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2017 16:38:57 GMT -5
(Takes place on Preview Show Explosion before Final Encounter PPV. Thanks for Susie for the help. Doing this to get the stages announced so we can incorporate it in our match RPs.)
The show comes back from commercial breaks and cuts to the ring, where interviewer extraordinaire "Rockin' Redhead' Christy Hemme stands smiling and waving to the cheering masses. Behind her stands a giant wheel with various names of match types and stipulations, and a marker lever which obviously acts as the final selector once the wheel stops turning.
Riling up the fans, she spins the wheel a few times then turns her attention to the entrance way.
Christy Hemme: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm pleased to be here to announce exactly what Three Stages of Hell Missy Sippy and Susie Price will be going through at Final Encounter. But first, let's see how this all came to be?
She motions to the titan tron and it lights up with a montage. The scenes play out in chronological order, their first meeting backstage that turned into a brutal sneak attack by Susie as Missy was walking away, followed by Missy winning the battle royal and Susie swooping in and dropping her cold with that nasty Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher. It then speeds up to the tag team match where Susie cheated by removing the pad from the buckle and Missy smacking it, allowing Susie to finisher her off with that lethal Slice Up move. From there it takes us to the clip from Reaction where Missy attacks Susie, humiliates her with the arm pit smother, then steals Susie's rose gold car and sells it to a shady car dealer who smelts it into fine pieces of rose gold jewelry that Missy has been seen wearing around. There's a brief pause, then it shows their most encounter, their one on one singles match on Primetime, where Susie dominated Missy virtually the entire match before finishing her in controversial fashion as Missy's foot was on the rope and the referee didn't see it. Lastly, it airs the altercation backstage on Reaction, where Susie literally slapped Missy with a restraining order that makes it impossible for Missy to touch Susie in any way, shape, or form until their match at Final Encounter.
By the end of it, the fans are solidly on the side of Missy Sippy, even drumming up a chant for her... MISS-SEE-SIP-PEE *clap, clap, stomp stomp stomp*... Hemme waits for it to die down before motioning toward the entrance way.
Hemme: Now introducing one of the participants in the match... SUSIE PRICE!
"Brand New Moves" by Hey Violet plays and the crowd unleash their hatred as the little she-devil comes strutting out, snapping those hips with authority as she strolls down the ramp like she owns the place. Her face goes over a slew of mocking, scoffing, and otherwise displeased expressions as she peers into the audience. Once at the ring, she flips her air rudely at the fans and storms up the steps, slipping between the bottom two ropes. Paying Hemme no mind, she blows past her and plays to the jeering masses as her music fades.
Hemme: And now her opponent... MISSY SIPPY!
"These Boots Were Made For Walking" by Nancy Sinatra kicks into gear, bringing the fans to a loud cheer. The angry young southerner plods out from the back and down the ramp with a purpose, her rope and steel cowbell draped across her shoulders. She doesn't play to the fans one bit, but does keep her eyes locked on the smirking visage of her arch nemesis the entire way. At ringside she stomps up the steps with authority and steps into the ring, immediately rushing right up into Susie personal space. Missy stands half a foot taller than the rich bitch but Susie merely smirks at her and nudges her chin out a little, egging the taller woman to punch her, knowing full well Missy can't do it due to the restraining order. Realizing this too, Missy sneers and backs off as her music dies out.
Hemme: Now now, let's not get hostile ladies. We know the stakes are high and things are tense. You two are too close to Final Encounter to do anything stupid now. On that night the both of you will have three different falls to absolutely rip each other apart. None of the falls will have a way for controversial endings. If you win two of the three falls, you will have done so by being undoubtedly and without excuse, the better woman. Are we ready to get this underway ladies?
Susie looks at Hemme and rolls her eyes while motioning with her hand to hurry up with it. Missy never takes her eyes off Susie and continues to death glare at her, offering a meager head shake of "yes."
Hemme: Okay then, ladies and gentlemen, the first fall will be named by one of these women here. It will be a fall likely in their favor, as that would be the smart thing to do. Who gets to go first will be decided by coin toss. The coin toss will only affect the first fall. Ready?
Hemme produces a coin and shows it to both ladies so they can see it is a legit two sided coin, nothing hanky panky afoot. She then flips it high into the air, with Susie yelling "Heads" and Missy yelling "Tails". It lands on heads.
Hemme: Annnnd oh my, Susie wins the coin toss! Susie, all yours, what match will the first fall be fought under?
Smiling ear to ear mischievously, Susie shrugs and pulls the mic to her lips.
Susie: Well, how do ya like them apples? You can't even win a freakin' coin toss against me! Goddamn, Missy. Either you just have the worst luck when you're in the ring with me or you just plain suck. But you know, I've always been raised to believe you should be kinder to those less mentally advantaged, so I'll be charitable for you, sweetie. You go ahead, you can get the first pick, go right ahead...
Hemme and Missy both look stunned for a moment. Missy quickly reverts back to hate mode and curls up nose up at the tiny woman, before grabbing the mic.
Missy: I don't need or want your fake generosity. If your arrogance has clouded that case of air between yer ears then so be it. I'll gladly name the match you pompous little Human-Chihuahua half breed. The first fall will be fought in a TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH!!!!
The crowd roars, knowing it's basically an automatic win for Missy and because it's been ages since such a match has been fought. Susie's face changes a little: from arrogant and smirky to hateful, as if she's taken aback by the choice.
Missy: That's right little booger. Rules are so simple even your blonde airheaded ass can follow it. A bull rope with steel cowbell in the middle will be attached to our necks. In order to win, one of us has to tag all four corner pads consecutively. That's it. I'm soooooo going to enjoy choking you to death with the rope and bashing your brains out with the cowbell before finally dragging your short little miniature Stay-Puft Marshmellow Woman ass to all corners. Everything you've done to me will be paid back 100 fold in this fall alone. You ain't even gonna make it to the second fall and dayum sure not the third one.
Susie sneers at Missy, not liking the threats or match choice.
Hemme: Wow! Strong words from Missy Sippy here. Easy now, ladies. I can cut the tension with a dull knife right now. Calm down. Let's move on. Since Susie deferred her choice, she now gets to name the second fall.
Susie's face softens a bit and she smiles with a hint of sinister in it.
Susie: I Quit submissions match. I want the world to hear you beg me for mercy while I hurt you so bad.
The crowd cheers even though they hate Susie. The match type seems like a cool one to them, blending two into one.
Susie: I'm better at submissions than you, so it's an easy win for me. Do you even know any damn holds? That doesn't even matter, I'm sure even you can grasp the concept of "me hurt, me say I QUIT"! Can you even string those words together? I know it's a few syllables so it might be a little difficult. God, it's gonna be so good to hear you plead and beg for me to let go because you just can't handle it anymore... This after I've dragged your fat, water retaining sea-cow ass all across the ring in the Texas Bull Rope match. We're not even gonna need this stupid wheel. We won't even get to a third fall.
Missy's face is red, knowing Susie is partially right. Missy doesn't do the submission thing and knows she's gonna be at a severe disadvantage in the second fall.
Hemme: Well, Susie, your confidence is inspiring but you never know what can happen, so we might better spin the wheel just in case. Are we ready?
Now neither woman is looking at the wheel or Hemme, they're staring murder-eyes at each other.
Hemme: Umm... okay?? Well I'll take that as a yes.
The Rockin' Redhead spins the wheel, spurring the fans into another round of cheers. it keeps going and going until finally, alas, it lands on one...
Hemme: the third and final fall will be... A NO RULES LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH!!!!!
Missy hears it and turns her head toward the wheel instinctively.
*WHAM* Before Missy can react to the selection, Susie drops her suddenly with a blindsided Running Bicycle Knee Strike. From there she begins stomping a mudhole in her and walking it dry as Hemme takes her leave from the ring in a hurry. Susie is drowned in boos from the crowd, which only seems to fuel her more. Taking a few steps back, she measures the scrambling country girl and obliterates her with the Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher that Missy is becoming all too familiar with at this point. Like all the times before, Missy lies motionless, face down on the mat, arms and legs spread wide.
Taking this time to grand stand and make a statement, Susie scoops up the discarded mic and places a boot on Missy's back, striking up a dominant pose above her. Looking over at the match selection, she smirks and holds a hand up, starting to count.
Susie: Last Woman Standing, huh? Let's see how that'll go. One... Two... Three... Four... Can you even count this high? She's not even responding! Five... Six... Seven... Okay, okay, I'll give you a chance to recover, I'll be slow and then I'll let you get a free hit in if you do. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine... Niiiiiiiine and three quarteeeeeeers... Damn, this is boring, you had your chance. TEN!
Swarmed with jeers that hit her hard like a hammer, Susie casts a smirk at the whole audience as she remains standing over Missy long after her arrogant count-off has ended.
Susie: You all see this? Get used to this positioning, 'cause it's just a sampling of what's to come. You got it? Yeah! Even if Missy gets very lucky and we get to three falls, I'm still winning this.
Susie tosses the mic away and rubs her boot disrespectfully across Missy's back to get any dirt off her sole, then marches out of the ring beaming with pride and snobby expressions.
The show comes back from commercial breaks and cuts to the ring, where interviewer extraordinaire "Rockin' Redhead' Christy Hemme stands smiling and waving to the cheering masses. Behind her stands a giant wheel with various names of match types and stipulations, and a marker lever which obviously acts as the final selector once the wheel stops turning.
Riling up the fans, she spins the wheel a few times then turns her attention to the entrance way.
Christy Hemme: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm pleased to be here to announce exactly what Three Stages of Hell Missy Sippy and Susie Price will be going through at Final Encounter. But first, let's see how this all came to be?
She motions to the titan tron and it lights up with a montage. The scenes play out in chronological order, their first meeting backstage that turned into a brutal sneak attack by Susie as Missy was walking away, followed by Missy winning the battle royal and Susie swooping in and dropping her cold with that nasty Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher. It then speeds up to the tag team match where Susie cheated by removing the pad from the buckle and Missy smacking it, allowing Susie to finisher her off with that lethal Slice Up move. From there it takes us to the clip from Reaction where Missy attacks Susie, humiliates her with the arm pit smother, then steals Susie's rose gold car and sells it to a shady car dealer who smelts it into fine pieces of rose gold jewelry that Missy has been seen wearing around. There's a brief pause, then it shows their most encounter, their one on one singles match on Primetime, where Susie dominated Missy virtually the entire match before finishing her in controversial fashion as Missy's foot was on the rope and the referee didn't see it. Lastly, it airs the altercation backstage on Reaction, where Susie literally slapped Missy with a restraining order that makes it impossible for Missy to touch Susie in any way, shape, or form until their match at Final Encounter.
By the end of it, the fans are solidly on the side of Missy Sippy, even drumming up a chant for her... MISS-SEE-SIP-PEE *clap, clap, stomp stomp stomp*... Hemme waits for it to die down before motioning toward the entrance way.
Hemme: Now introducing one of the participants in the match... SUSIE PRICE!
"Brand New Moves" by Hey Violet plays and the crowd unleash their hatred as the little she-devil comes strutting out, snapping those hips with authority as she strolls down the ramp like she owns the place. Her face goes over a slew of mocking, scoffing, and otherwise displeased expressions as she peers into the audience. Once at the ring, she flips her air rudely at the fans and storms up the steps, slipping between the bottom two ropes. Paying Hemme no mind, she blows past her and plays to the jeering masses as her music fades.
Hemme: And now her opponent... MISSY SIPPY!
"These Boots Were Made For Walking" by Nancy Sinatra kicks into gear, bringing the fans to a loud cheer. The angry young southerner plods out from the back and down the ramp with a purpose, her rope and steel cowbell draped across her shoulders. She doesn't play to the fans one bit, but does keep her eyes locked on the smirking visage of her arch nemesis the entire way. At ringside she stomps up the steps with authority and steps into the ring, immediately rushing right up into Susie personal space. Missy stands half a foot taller than the rich bitch but Susie merely smirks at her and nudges her chin out a little, egging the taller woman to punch her, knowing full well Missy can't do it due to the restraining order. Realizing this too, Missy sneers and backs off as her music dies out.
Hemme: Now now, let's not get hostile ladies. We know the stakes are high and things are tense. You two are too close to Final Encounter to do anything stupid now. On that night the both of you will have three different falls to absolutely rip each other apart. None of the falls will have a way for controversial endings. If you win two of the three falls, you will have done so by being undoubtedly and without excuse, the better woman. Are we ready to get this underway ladies?
Susie looks at Hemme and rolls her eyes while motioning with her hand to hurry up with it. Missy never takes her eyes off Susie and continues to death glare at her, offering a meager head shake of "yes."
Hemme: Okay then, ladies and gentlemen, the first fall will be named by one of these women here. It will be a fall likely in their favor, as that would be the smart thing to do. Who gets to go first will be decided by coin toss. The coin toss will only affect the first fall. Ready?
Hemme produces a coin and shows it to both ladies so they can see it is a legit two sided coin, nothing hanky panky afoot. She then flips it high into the air, with Susie yelling "Heads" and Missy yelling "Tails". It lands on heads.
Hemme: Annnnd oh my, Susie wins the coin toss! Susie, all yours, what match will the first fall be fought under?
Smiling ear to ear mischievously, Susie shrugs and pulls the mic to her lips.
Susie: Well, how do ya like them apples? You can't even win a freakin' coin toss against me! Goddamn, Missy. Either you just have the worst luck when you're in the ring with me or you just plain suck. But you know, I've always been raised to believe you should be kinder to those less mentally advantaged, so I'll be charitable for you, sweetie. You go ahead, you can get the first pick, go right ahead...
Hemme and Missy both look stunned for a moment. Missy quickly reverts back to hate mode and curls up nose up at the tiny woman, before grabbing the mic.
Missy: I don't need or want your fake generosity. If your arrogance has clouded that case of air between yer ears then so be it. I'll gladly name the match you pompous little Human-Chihuahua half breed. The first fall will be fought in a TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH!!!!
The crowd roars, knowing it's basically an automatic win for Missy and because it's been ages since such a match has been fought. Susie's face changes a little: from arrogant and smirky to hateful, as if she's taken aback by the choice.
Missy: That's right little booger. Rules are so simple even your blonde airheaded ass can follow it. A bull rope with steel cowbell in the middle will be attached to our necks. In order to win, one of us has to tag all four corner pads consecutively. That's it. I'm soooooo going to enjoy choking you to death with the rope and bashing your brains out with the cowbell before finally dragging your short little miniature Stay-Puft Marshmellow Woman ass to all corners. Everything you've done to me will be paid back 100 fold in this fall alone. You ain't even gonna make it to the second fall and dayum sure not the third one.
Susie sneers at Missy, not liking the threats or match choice.
Hemme: Wow! Strong words from Missy Sippy here. Easy now, ladies. I can cut the tension with a dull knife right now. Calm down. Let's move on. Since Susie deferred her choice, she now gets to name the second fall.
Susie's face softens a bit and she smiles with a hint of sinister in it.
Susie: I Quit submissions match. I want the world to hear you beg me for mercy while I hurt you so bad.
The crowd cheers even though they hate Susie. The match type seems like a cool one to them, blending two into one.
Susie: I'm better at submissions than you, so it's an easy win for me. Do you even know any damn holds? That doesn't even matter, I'm sure even you can grasp the concept of "me hurt, me say I QUIT"! Can you even string those words together? I know it's a few syllables so it might be a little difficult. God, it's gonna be so good to hear you plead and beg for me to let go because you just can't handle it anymore... This after I've dragged your fat, water retaining sea-cow ass all across the ring in the Texas Bull Rope match. We're not even gonna need this stupid wheel. We won't even get to a third fall.
Missy's face is red, knowing Susie is partially right. Missy doesn't do the submission thing and knows she's gonna be at a severe disadvantage in the second fall.
Hemme: Well, Susie, your confidence is inspiring but you never know what can happen, so we might better spin the wheel just in case. Are we ready?
Now neither woman is looking at the wheel or Hemme, they're staring murder-eyes at each other.
Hemme: Umm... okay?? Well I'll take that as a yes.
The Rockin' Redhead spins the wheel, spurring the fans into another round of cheers. it keeps going and going until finally, alas, it lands on one...
Hemme: the third and final fall will be... A NO RULES LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH!!!!!
Missy hears it and turns her head toward the wheel instinctively.
*WHAM* Before Missy can react to the selection, Susie drops her suddenly with a blindsided Running Bicycle Knee Strike. From there she begins stomping a mudhole in her and walking it dry as Hemme takes her leave from the ring in a hurry. Susie is drowned in boos from the crowd, which only seems to fuel her more. Taking a few steps back, she measures the scrambling country girl and obliterates her with the Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher that Missy is becoming all too familiar with at this point. Like all the times before, Missy lies motionless, face down on the mat, arms and legs spread wide.
Taking this time to grand stand and make a statement, Susie scoops up the discarded mic and places a boot on Missy's back, striking up a dominant pose above her. Looking over at the match selection, she smirks and holds a hand up, starting to count.
Susie: Last Woman Standing, huh? Let's see how that'll go. One... Two... Three... Four... Can you even count this high? She's not even responding! Five... Six... Seven... Okay, okay, I'll give you a chance to recover, I'll be slow and then I'll let you get a free hit in if you do. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine... Niiiiiiiine and three quarteeeeeeers... Damn, this is boring, you had your chance. TEN!
Swarmed with jeers that hit her hard like a hammer, Susie casts a smirk at the whole audience as she remains standing over Missy long after her arrogant count-off has ended.
Susie: You all see this? Get used to this positioning, 'cause it's just a sampling of what's to come. You got it? Yeah! Even if Missy gets very lucky and we get to three falls, I'm still winning this.
Susie tosses the mic away and rubs her boot disrespectfully across Missy's back to get any dirt off her sole, then marches out of the ring beaming with pride and snobby expressions.