Chill #5 Results

[Lord Hastings]

Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan had been disappointed over inability to topple the World Champion at Battleground, but when one door closed, another one opened. She could have easily fallen off the map after her loss, but while others took time off, she and her Beloved were still fighting, this time on Chill, and she was in the main event against her ‘Frienemy’ in a match that was sure to have golden implications for her…she just needed to make sure that she still had all the right people in her corner.

She stood outside Ichabod’s door, glancing around to make sure that her wife was nowhere to be seen. Kenzi didn’t trust Ichabod and she didn’t think that the man had the best intentions, but what her wife failed to realize was that this was a business and while being the best in the ring was a huge part of things, it wasn’t everything. Working all the angles was the other half of the equation and that is where The FireStarter excelled above all others.

Sarah smiled as she reached for the door knob, only to have the door open up and to find herself face to face with one of the past people she expected to see. Sarah blinked as her mother-in-law stepped out, assessing her with a critical eye. “Sarah.”

Sarah retuned the look with an equally critical one of her own, “Mother Grey. What brings you here?”

Sid raise a single eyebrow, “I could ask you the same…” She let a slight chuckle escape her as she dabbed at the corner of her mouth. “…but I’m sure its not for the same reasons.” Sid watched as the wheels inside Sarah’s dirty little mind worked. She leaned casually against the doorframe, folding her arms. “So, you and Maggie Lockheart are finally gonna…get it on…huh?”

Sarah gave a massive eyeroll at the connotation. “I am going to bitch slap the pretend Cross-Hemisphere Champion and remind everyone that I am the one who never lost that title!”

Another chuckle from Sid, “Well, hopefully you don’t lose. That is what everyone would be reminded of, if you do. However, they can always look back on the last episode of Chill and revel in the moment that my daughter drew against her…” Sid looked to the side as she stroked her chin absently, “I mean…that has to count for something in the scheme of things, shouldn’t it?”

Sarah grumbled under her breath; something about helping with that draw. When Sid gave a questioning look, Sarah waved it off. “Nothing Mother Grey.” Sarah glanced at Ichabod’s door, chewing her lower lip for a moment before asking, “Business or pleasure with Icky?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Sid came off the door jam, looking down at Sarah, “I’m actually here to secure my daughter’s future in the Coalition. She has the benefit of three years under my tutelage and I am going to be sure to maximize that time by showing her just how the business of professional wrestling really works! Kind of like this little dust up with Angie and Dave. It’s a good first lesson…don’t you think?”

Sarah narrowed her eyes, “Angie is Kenzi’s friend…this isn’t a lesson, just a little misunderstanding.”

Sid shook her head at this, a look of disappointment on her face. “That’s a shame Dear, I would have thought that someone like you had a handle on that lesson already. Hell, even Angie knows that when it comes to championships, there are no friends…” Sid laughed as she patted Sarah on the shoulder and brushed past her, “…no family either.”

Sarah turned, watching Sid walk off as she turned the woman’s words over and over inside her head. After a moment, she called out after her; “JUST FOR THE RECORD, #ICHNEY IS GOING TO BE A THING!”

Sid raised her middle finger without bothering to turn around, leaving Sarah to her secretive musings.

[Lord Hastings]

You can hear the chattering of a large crowd, but no visuals. As a cold, blue spotlight clicks on over a blocky “U”, the opening strains of “Red Cold River” by Breaking Benjamin slowly tease the opening. A slow, CO2 mist curls out from around the letters as the fans start to get excited. Spotlights continue to flick on over subsequent letters, “G,” “W,” “C,” and when Ben Burnley screams “RUN” to usher in the song proper, the stage lights up with six-foot blue flames and the word “Chill” is emblazoned in black across the company letters. The fans hit their feet as pyros fly, and we’re taken to ringside to join our broadcast team of Aaron Reese, "The Drunken Buzzsaw" Chaos and Daniel Hanson.

Reese: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the second episode of UGWC CHILL!! I’m your host Aaron Reese! To my left is the most colorful colorman in the business, UGWC legend and Hall of Fame member, “The Drunken Buzzsaw”, Chaos.

Chaos: Yo.

Reese: And to my left is the often trenchant but infrequently insightful Daniel Hanson.

Hanson: We’re here at the Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio!

Reese: Last week was Battleground, but now it’s time for Chill! Let’s get the action underway!

As the music hits and strobe lights flash freneticall, The Captain arrives on the stage wearing a pink vinyl jacket that has been airbrushed with “80” in periwinkle and bedazzled, tassels hanging from the entire length of his arms. The jacket has remarkable shoulder pads which are covered by purple epaulets, and giant gold buttons line the front though he wears it opened. His facepaint takes on the shape of a comically large, brightly colored eyepatch over his right eye. He wears a headband under his severely teased blond hair, featuring a blue anchor over a red rising sun. On his right hand is a disco-ball-esque glove. His Zubaz tear-away pants feature blue stripes before they disappear into his white, calf-high, heeled boots. Halfway down the ramp, he produces a ludicrously long, telescoping, brass spyglass, and looks over the crowd. He affects a surprised look, then points into the stands, and invites a “First Mate” (what he calls his fans) down to help him remove his extra attire. The fan (always a female) helps him remove his jacket, headband, and pants to reveal his bright yellow trunks, yellow tassels around his biceps, and yellow wrist tape.

Thompson: The following contest is your first Chill of the evening! Introducing first...the Keymaster of Gozer...CAPTAIN ‘80S!!!!

Reese: Captain ‘80s is one of the icons of Chill, fantastic to see him in action here tonight in our final broadcast of the year.

Hanson: The Cap’n has been very busy lately, you know he teaches hot yoga classes.

Chaos: That sounds awful.

Hanson: They do say that hot yoga causes a lot a flatulence.

Chaos: Is that your excuse?

"I WANNA ROCK!" screams out from the PA as the arena i bathed in purple and pink strobes.

From behind the curtain emerges the one and only Rock n' Roll Megastar, trademark grin across his face, pumping his fist and mouthing along with the lyrics of the song.

As Loverboy struts to the ring he pauses intermittently to slap hands with some fans and shoot finger guns with at others. Halfway to the ring he pauses to swivel his hips and play a little air guitar before taking off running and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope and popping up to his feet, hands high over his head, and doing a full 360 spin in place while soaking in the fans' love.

Thompson: And his opponent...the Loverboy...VINNIE LANE!!!

Reese: First appearance on Chill for Vinnie Lane, we did see him compete once on Synergy in a battle royal.

Hanson: That was during the Night of Appreciation for Sarah Lacklan!

Reese: We’re ready to get started, it’s time to Chill!

The bell rings to start the match, and the Captain is already breathing heavily as he pumps himself up and comes to the center of the ring to meet Vinnie Lane.

Captain: AHOY VINNIE LANE!!! THE CAPTAIN IS EFFULGENT WITH GLEE TO MEET YOU ON THIS FIELD OF BATTLE!!! LET US BRING THE FANS THE VALIANT BATTLE OF A LIFETIME AND GIVE THEM SOMETHING THEY WILL FOREVER REMEMBER IN THEIR HEARTS!!! YEAAHH!! THE CAPTAIN IS SHAKING AND QUAKING WITH ALL OF THE EXCITEMENT AS-

Reese: Lane just interrupted the Captain with a chop to the chest!

Hanson: He wasn’t even fazed!

Captain: THAT WAS A MISTAKE VINNIE LANE!!! THE CAPTAIN WAS NOT FINISHED SPEAKING!!! REMEMBER THAT THE FALCOR IS SET TO LAND AS IT DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE!! YEAAHH!!! WE’RE HERE TO MAKE LANDFALL WITH A-

Reese: Superkick!!

Hanson: Landfall with a superkick?

Chaos: He was calling the action, you goof.

The Captain is knocked flat on his back, and as he gets to his feet Vinnie whips him into a corner, following and crashing into the Captain with a hard clothesline. Vinnie stomps the Captain down in the corner as the Captain reaches out to his fans for support. Vinnie goes to monkey flip the Captain out of the corner, but the Captain lands on his feet.

Captain: YEAAHH!!!

The Captain walks to the ropes and leans over, cupping his ear and drawing cheers from the crowd. He turns around into a chop to the chest, Vinnie whips him across the ring, but the Captain comes back and knocks him down with a shoulder tackle.

Captain: YEAAHH!!!

The Captain comes off the ropes with a second shoulder tackle, Vinnie trying to get right to his feet, but the Captain lifts him into an airplane spin.

Reese: You Spin Me Right Round!!!

Chaos: Captain ‘80s gaining momentum, taking it old school!

The Captain puts Vinnie down on his feet, cracks him with the Flux Capacitor headbutt. The Captain again takes a moment to pose for the crowd, and with Vinnie getting back to his feet again the Captain sends him off the ropes, but Vinnie comes flying back with a forearm shot that knocks the Captain on his back.

Hanson: Flying Jalapeno!

Chaos: It’s spicy, I like it.

Vinnie steps out onto the apron and climbs a turnbuckle, but the Captain is back up and shakes the ropes, crotching Vinnie on the turnbuckle. The Captain continues to shake the ropes a few times.

Captain: YEAAHH!!

The Captain climbs the turnbuckle, setting Vinnie up on top, looking for a superplex, but Vinnie delivers a series of shots to the gut, now forearm shots, and the Captain starts to fall back, only for Vinnie to catch him and hold on to his legs. He sets him up, and comes off the top rope with the Heartbreaker!

Reese: Heartbreaker from the top rope!

Hanson: Not even the falcor can overcome that!

Vinnie covers for the 1...2...3!

Thompson: Here is your winner...VINNIE LAAAANNNEEE!!!!!

Reese: Big win for “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane, kicking us off here at Chill!

Chaos: The falcor came to a sudden crash, it happens, he’ll sail again.

Reese: We’ll be right back with more Chill action!



Vinny Lane - 6.71

Captain '80s - 6.68

[Lord Hastings]

“Gimme Your Applause” by Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera begins to play as lightbulbs flash all through the arena. Kenzi Grey walks out with a confident smile for the fans. An explosion of pyro erupts as she strikes a pose for the cameras. Kenzi’s mother and manager, Sidney Grey walks out to a chorus of boos as she accompanies Kenzi to the ring. Kenzi ignores her mother as she heads down the aisle slapping the outstretched hands of the fans. Kenzi climbs onto the ring apron and pauses again for the flash of the cameras, as she kneels there with a smirk. She climbs the turnpost and gives the fans one more photo opportunity as she sits atop the turnbuckle, still blowing kisses and posing for the fans. She hops down, finally entering the ring as she readies herself for her opponent and her mother typically takes of residence at the announce table to talk up her daughter and annoy the commentators and fans.

Thompson: The following contest is a submission match! Introducing first...standing five feet two inches tall...from Hollywood, California...KENZI GREY!!!!

Reese: We’ve seen what appears to be something of an attitude shift these past few weeks from Kenzi Grey.

Hanson: No doubt it will make her mother happy, and I for one am excited to see that lovely woman happy!

Chaos: And she still won't give a shit about you, Hanson.

Hanson: There are few that do!

The instrumental opening of 'Break my Mind" begins playing as the fans begin to boo. The lights in the arena go out as a dull flicker of the lights momentarily light up the ramps. Elizabeth Blackwell walks down the ramp slowly, almost like she is teleporting between flickers of the lights until she gets to the ring. She climbs inside and walks to the corner, jumping on the top rope to wait for the match to start.

Thompson: And her opponent...standing five feet seven inches tall...the Nightmare...ELIZABETH BLACKWELL!!!

Reese: The first UGWC appearance since Outlast for Elizabeth Blackwell, and it comes against a very dynamic opponent who is undefeated on Chill.

Alice Nasmith signals for the bell, and the timer starts as Blackwell and Kenzi being to circle the ring. They lock up and grapple for position, and Kenzi whips Blackwell off the ropes, but Blackwell comes back with a spinning heel kick, knocking Kenzi down. Kenzi rolls on the mat holding her face, and Blackwell walks over to her, but Kenzi grabs her foot and jerks it out from underneath her. Kenzi rolls over and pins Blackwell’s leg down with her own knee and tries to hit some mounted punches on Blackwell, but Blackwell shoves her off. Blackwell starts to get up, but Kenzi is on her feet and nails a dropkick. Kenzi stomps away on Blackwell, then pulls Blackwell up into a snap suplex and puts her into an arm bar, but Blackwell rolls through it and puts Kenzi into a one armed side headlock with her free arm. Kenzi releases the arm bar to fight out of the headlock, and Blackwell puts her into a full side headlock. Kenzi pushes her off and into the ropes, then vaults Blackwell on the return. Kenzi catches Blackwell off the ropes for a hip toss, but Blackwell counters it into one of her own. Kenzi tries to get right up, and Blackwell lifts her for a side suplex, but Kenzi rolls off of it and knocks Blackwell’s leg out from under her. Kenzi hits a leg drop across Blackwell’s neck, then rolls over and forces her forearm into Blackwell’s throat. Blackwell knocks her away with a right hand to the head, but as Blackwell tries to get up Kenzi knocks her down with a shoulder tackle and turns her over into a half crab! Blackwell quickly stretches out and grabs hold of the ropes, and Kenzi has to release the hold.

Reese: Neither of these two are exactly what you would call submission specialists, perhaps uncomfortable territory for both.

Chaos: That’s what we’re about on Chill, Aaron. Get people out of their comfort zone, and take fuckin' risks!

Kenzi bounces off the ropes as Blackwell is getting up, but Blackwell catches her in a fisherman’s suplex! Kenzi tries to get right to her feet, but Blackwell pulls her legs out from under her and tries to turn her over for a Boston Crab, but Kenzi kicks her away. Blackwell staggers away, and Kenzi is swiftly up and again chop blocks Blackwell’s leg out from under her. Blackwell tries to roll away, but not before Kenzi can drop an elbow onto her back. Kenzi tries to put Blackwell into a crossface, but Blackwell rolls out of it. Blackwell gets to her feet and Kenzi swings for a clothesline, but Blackwell ducks it, then lifts Kenzi as though for a suplex, but instead falls forward and drops her right onto her chest. Blackwell floats directly into a crossface, but Kenzi rolls right out of it, then as Blackwell tries to go after her Kenzi takes her down and puts her into a crossface!

Reese: Another submission hold applied by Kenzi Grey, whose mother appears to be coaching her from the outside.

Hanson: She’s a wise woman!

Blackwell stretches for the ropes, but they are just out of reach! Kenzi applies more pressure and Blackwell screams out, but he stretches, and he grabs hold of the ropes! Alice Nasmith signals for the break! Kenzi gets right to her feet and kicks Blackwell’s hand off the ropes, then grabs her leg and pulls it onto the bottom rope. Kenzi uses the top rope for leverage, then leaps into the air and crashes down on the leg of Blackwell. Kenzi gets back up and does it again at her mother’s prompting, and Blackwell shouts in pain as Kenzi crashes down on her leg. Kenzi pulls Blackwell to the center of the ring and up into a scoop slam, then goes to her legs and puts her into a figure four leg lock! Blackwell screams in pain, and on the outside Sidney Grey smiles with glee. Blackwell lays down and stretches back with her arms, and he manages to grab the ropes. Kenzi gets up and stomps on Blackwell’s leg, then grabs her legs and pulls her back to the center of the ring. Kenzi starts to put her back into the figure four, but Blackwell kicks her away. Kenzi bounces off the ropes, but Blackwell is quickly up and catches her in a powerslam. Blackwell gets to her feet and goes to the legs of Kenzi, and Blackwell starts to turn her over into a sharpshooter, but as she is pivoting her leg gives way and her falls down.

Reese: Blackwell’s leg gave way! The leg that Kenzi just worked over at the ropes must be hurting, and it couldn’t support Blackwell’s weight as she tried to put Kenzi into a sharpshooter!

Chaos: That’s going to be a problem. Not much you can do if you're a one-legged motherfucker in an ass-kickin' contest.

Hanson: Are there matches you can be successful in with one leg?

Chaos: Drinking contest. If I was facing you, ass-kickin' contest.

Hanson: What, you have a third leg we don’t know about?

Chaos: Yes.

Blackwell slowly starts to get up, favoring her leg, and Kenzi charges at her and spears her down. Kenzi rolls away and gets to her feet, and he goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Blackwell starts to stir and get to her feet, and Kenzi leaps and hits a flying crossbody tackle, but Blackwell rolls through it and gets to her feet, and she uses the other leg to pivot as she turns Kenzi over into a boston crab!

Reese: What a counter, and Blackwell might be able to capitalize here!

Kenzi stretches for the ropes, and she grabs them! Nasmith signals for the break, and Blackwell releases the hold. Blackwell steps away for a moment as Kenzi pulls herself up, and as Blackwell comes back Kenzi surprises her with the Breakout Performance! Kenzi falls back into the ropes, but she gets her bearings, and he puts Blackwell into a heel hook! Blackwell screams in pain as Kenzi wrenches the hold, but Blackwell continues to struggle against it. Blackwell reaches for the ropes, but they are out of reach. Kenzi screams herself as he continues to wrench the hold, but Blackwell stretches again, and she grabs the bottom rope! Alice Nasmith calls for the break, and she forcibly breaks it, as Kenzi falls away, and Kenzi can’t believe it! She rolls to the outside and begins pacing back and forth, her mother in her ear, and she stares wide-eyed at Blackwell, as Kenzi runs her hands through her hair.

Reese: Kenzi can’t believe she didn’t get a submission there, it’s hard to blame her, Blackwell was trapped in that hold for a long time!

Chaos: I’ll say this for Blackwell, she’s got heart.

Kenzi continues to pace on the outside, breathing heavily, and she shakes her head before climbing back into the ring. Blackwell is stirring, and Kenzi goes to pull her up, but Blackwell pulls her legs out from under her! Blackwell scrambles and puts Kenzi into the Cloak of Darkness! Sidney is panicked on the outside as Kenzi scratches and claws for the ropes! Blackwell leans back to increase the pressure, and Kenzi’s hand goes up as she is going to tap, but she stops her own hand an inch from the mat, and she reaches out and grabs the ropes!

Reese: A narrow escape there, I thought that was going to be it!

Hanson: Sidney definitely did! Maybe I should make sure her heart is okay!

Reese: Don’t you go anywhere.

Blackwell releases the hold, rolling away and taking a moment to breathe. Blackwell looks back at Kenzi, who is using the ropes to pull herself up, and Blackwell charges, but Kenzi counters and backdrops her to the outside! Blackwell crashes at ringside as Kenzi collapses in the ring, and as Nasmith checks on Kenzi, her mother takes advantage of the opening and delivers a few stomps to Blackwell. After a few moments Kenzi rolls out herself. She limps along the apron, using it to steady herself, and she pulls Blackwell up and whips her into the steel steps, and the impact echoes through the arena. Alice Nasmith tells Kenzi to get the match back into the ring, but Kenzi ignores her as her mother encourages her. She pulls Blackwell up and slams her head on the apron, and then shoves her into the ring. Kenzi grudgingly climbs in as Blackwell struggles to get up, and Kenzi goes for the One Hit Wonder, but Blackwell rolls out of the way, and Kenzi tumbles to the mat. Kenzi stumbles up, but Blackwell is up already and delivers the Stroke of Midnight, and both women go down, with Blackwell holding her leg!

Reese: Elizabeth Blackwell has won matches in her career with that superkick, but all the damage that Kenzi has done to her, that might have backfired!

Blackwell rolls to the side of the ring, and she uses the ropes to pull herself up. Blackwell limps over to Kenzi and reaches down, but Kenzi grabs the arm and pulls her to the mat, and transitions into the Hollywood Vine! The ropes are out of reach, and Blackwell has no choice but to tap out!

Thompson: Here is your winner...KENZI GREY!!!!

Reese: Kenzi Grey picks up the victory, with her mother looking on, she continues the year unbeaten here on Chill!

Hanson: Her mother is beaming with pride, and who can blame her?

Chaos: I’m impressed with Elizabeth Blackwell, I’ve known plenty of people that need a six-pack or four before they have as much courage as she showed here tonight.


Kenzi Grey - 6.95

Elizabeth Blackwell - 6.66

[Lord Hastings]

Following the match with Liz Blackwell, Kenzi rolled out of the ring with a look of anger on her face, snatching the microphone from Mark Thompson at ringside. The stalwart ring announcer fell back with a surprised look on his face, unsure of what to do or what was happening.

Reese: It looks like she has something on her mind guys!

Chaos: More fuckin' whining and complaining like last time? I’ve never seen anyone bitch over NOT losing before! Do me a fucking favor and wake me up after she’s done!

Hanson: If she’d listen to that hot mother of hers, she would be just fine!

Chaos: Get your goddamn eyes checked Hanson!

Inside the ring, Kenzi paced around the four corners, glaring out at the fans. She finally stopped, dragging her long black braids out of her face.

Kenzi: Look! I am going to keep this short and simple tonight! Three weeks ago, Dave Rydell saw fit to come down to the ring and attack my ‘friend’ Roxy Cotton, all to get the attention of his tag team partner, Angie Vaughn. Now, I’m not going to pretend that my friendship with them is on equal footing, it’s more than obvious that they are the BFFs and I am just the third wheel! That being said, at Battleground, Angie decided to jump into bed with the person that smashed her friend because she values gold MORE than she values friendship!

The fans booed this obvious twisted point of view from Kenzi. They knew how honorable and respectful Angie was and there was no way that she was going to offer up Dave to just take a beating at Roxy’s and Kenzi’s hands. On some level, Kenzi probably understood this, but anger wouldn’t allow her to admit it.

Kenzi: I asked Dave Rydell to be here tonight so that I could pay him back properly for what he did to MY friend, even if the other friend would rather accept apologies and turn a blind eye to the truth! At Battleground Angie and Dave retained the titles…and that is all well and good, but the issue here is that he didn’t get what he has coming and I intend to do just that! So Dave…get your ass out here and face the music!

Reese: An interesting change of tone. It seems like Ichabod might have finally gotten through to her.

As Kenzi paces around the ring, yelling at the stage, the lights dim down and “Beat The Devil’s Tattoo” begins to blare. Dave Rydell steps out onto the stage in a pair of jeans and a t shirt. He receives a very mixed reaction. He has his title slung over his shoulder. He heads down the ramp and up the steps into the ring. He lays his title down and grabs a microphone.

Dave: Here I am. As promised. Do what you have to do.

Dave tosses the mic and opens his arms. He stands there and waits.

Chaos: KNOCK HIS DICK IN THE DIRT!

Reese: Violence doesn’t solve anything! She just needs to hash it out with him and be done with this!

Chaos: This is pro wrestling, not pro talking! KICK HIS ASS!

Hanson: Where is her mom?

Kenzi glares into Dave’s eyes as the fans stand, some cheering and others booing. The arena seemed split right down the middle as Kenzi balled up her fists, deciding on whether to punch him in the face or kick him in the balls. However as soon as Kenzi’s body moves even an inch, she is interrupted by her #CoolKid sister Angelica… if the term still applies? Dressed in street clothing unfit for competition, the leggy blonde rushes to the ring as fast as her gigantic salt pillars can carry her. She slides into the ring, microphone in hand and gets on her knees in front of Dave. There are streaks running from her eyes. She’s obviously been crying a lot, and her eyes are so red that she resembles Sarah even more than she usually does. Her title over her shoulder, she lifts the mic to her mouth as she extends her other arm in front of her, palm faced forward.

Angie: K-kenzi, p-please!

She pleads with a shaky and tearful voice.

Angie: This isn’t you, this isn’t fair! Dave apologized, he saw the error of his ways and he tried to make up for it in a non-violent way! You can’t take that away from him, you can’t let him be punished like this, simply because he’s trying to be better! Kenzi, please… Don’t do this. Don’t go down this road. Remember how you tried to become a better person. Would you have gotten where you were unless people believed in you and have you a chance to improve? This beatdown solves nothing!

Angie shakes her head and looks up at Kenzi, completely at her mercy, trying to gauge her reaction.

Angie: I won’t let you do this, Kenzi, because I love you too freakin’ much! You’re my friend, my sister and one of the people I respect most in this world! I’m sorry you feel like I betrayed you, but violence isn’t the answer! Tell me what you want! I’ll do anything. Give up my title? Fine!

As the audience releases a shocked gasp, Angie throws her Co-op title off her shoulder and at Kenzi’s feet.

Angie: Do you want to beat me over the head until I’m concussed? Fine! Just don’t punish Dave for trying to do what’s right. Punish me instead!

DO IT!!!

DON’T DO IT!!!

DO IT!!!

DON’T DO IT!!!

Chants echoed through the arena as Dave and Angie knelt in front of Kenzi. She bent down and picked up the discarded Co-Op Title, staring at it, then looking at Angie with a look of disgust.

Kenzi: WHERE WAS ALL OF THIS LAST WEEK...OR THE WEEK BEFORE?!

Angie recoils a bit at the anger from her as Dave can only roll his eyes as everything plays out in front of him. Kenzi turns her venom on him next.

Kenzi: YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? You attacked my friend...because you didn’t know how to pick up a phone and call Angie? Well...that is a load of ridiculous BULLSHIT! You had no problem tweeting and rubbing this all in our faces...DID YOU?!

Angie: Ken, I…

Kenzi threw the title belt at Angie, hitting her in the chest with it. Dave started to get up, but Angie held him back down.

Kenzi: YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT YOUR TITLE?! THAT IS WHAT FUCKING CHAPS MY ASS THE MOST!! This is about OUR friend and THAT ASSHOLE attacking her for NO GOOD REASON! Why weren’t you mad then? Why weren’t you ready to give up your title then?

She started to speak up, but Kenzi cut her off.

Kenzi: NO! I’ll answer that for you...PRIDE! You would much rather lose a ‘friend’ than that belt! That’s why you waited until this week for that grand gesture. So you keep the belt Angie...but THAT ASSHOLE…

She pointed at Dave, her eyes filled with rage.

Kenzi: ...HE’S GOING TO GET HIS FUCKING TEETH KICKED IN!!

Kenzi stepped back and cocked her leg to kick Dave as he braced for it, but Angie threw herself in front of him, shielding him from the blow as she screamed for Kenzi to stop and listen to reason.

Angie: KENZ!! NO!! STOP!! YOU’RE WRONG, YOU’RE WRONG ABOUT THIS!!

Kenzi pulled up short as Angie made her plea.

Angie: People can change...Dave changed! Yes, what he did to Rox was wrong, but I didn’t need to resort to violence to show him that. He saw it for himself and he changed Kenz! He changed...just like you...like this. You’ve changed...you’ve changed, and it’s scaring me!

A hush fell over the crowd as the sorrow on Angie’s face was evident and heartfelt.

Angie: I know you’ve struggled to change and be a better person! You’ve done that, but this...this isn’t who you are or who you want to be. I know that! I will give up that title...I will do whatever it takes to have my friend back...PLEASE!

The fans finally find their voices as they join in behind Angie’s plea for Kenzi not to go through with this. Kenzi seems frustrated and confused, even as Angie continues to ask her to reconsider.

Reese: I know this sounds cheesy, but I agree with Angie! I know Kenzi is upset that she didn’t take a stand, but she did it in her own way!

Chaos: Yeah, the whiny pussy way!

Hanson: Well...she is really into cats.

Kenzi’s wife, Sarah comes out, followed by Roxy, making their way down to the ring. The two remaining #CoolKids get into the ring, all three of them doing their best to talk some sense into Kenzi. Eventually cooler heads seem to prevail and Angie, Sarah, and Roxy bring things in for a group hug that seems to strike a cord with much of the audience. As the four stand in a huddle, Angie turns and waves to Dave, inviting him. At first Dave frowns, shaking his head as he insists that he’s not a hugger, but he walks over and offers his hand to Kenzi.

Chaos: If she shakes his hand, I will lose any respect I ever might have had for her! If she decks him, she will be my favorite Cool Kid!

The fans cheer, urging her to take his hand, but Kenzi shakes her head, flipping him off instead as she backs away, climbing out of the ring as the fans boo. Angie seems the most disappointed of all as her friend still refuses to accept the apology of her Co-Op partner. The cheers quickly turn to boos as everyone watches Kenzi back away at ringside.

Suddenly Dave goes down in a heap as Roxy clocks him in the back of the head with her high heel shoe. Dave is laid out as Angie stares in shock and surprise and Roxy lays the bad mouth on him for the attack from the previous show. Angie tends to Dave, who is completely out from the blindside attack. Sarah stands there, torn as she watches the scene unfold.

Chaos: YES! KNOCK HIS GODDAMN HEAD OFF! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!

Reese: That was despicable!

Hanson: I don’t know if it was a set up or not, but it was WELL deserved!

Reese: Well I don’t…WHAT THE HELL?!

Suddenly another gasp goes up from the audience as Kenzi falls victim to another ‘Curtain Call’ while she has her back turned. The #CoolKid is laid out on the ramp as Sarah bolts out of the ring and runs to her wife’s side. The assailant, backs up to the entranceway, pointing and laughing.

Reese: THAT’S GLENN! THAT’S VAIN’S PROXY!!

Chaos: Well…yeah! You don’t expect our schmuck World Champion to actually appear on Chill a fuckin' second time, do you?

The camera zooms in on Kenzi’s face as she comes to, her eyes filled with rage over this second attack as she’s helped to her feet and Glenn blows her a kiss and vanishes into the back.

[Lord Hastings]

Reese: Always a great time here on Chill, and we are ready now for tonight’s main event!

Hanson: The new Cross-Hemisphere Champion, Maggie Lockheart, and the Blood Princess, Sarah Lacklan, what more could you want?

Chaos: A better bar selection under this table…

Reese: Last week at Battleground, both of these two women went through brutal contests, but we are told that both are cleared and ready to go tonight.

Chaos: They had fuckin' better be, this is Chill, you bring your fucking “A” game to Chill!

Hanson: Sarah Lacklan is an uncrowned champion-

Chaos: Fucks sake, her and Wallace might as well be fuckin' twins with that bullshit mentality...

Hanson: And I would venture to say hell itself couldn’t stop Sarah from bringing 110% to this match.

Reese: She’ll likely need it, in this innovative Hard Ten Match.

Hanson: Which means what, exactly?

Reese: You receive one point for every successful use of a weapon against your opponent, and five points for putting your opponent through a table. The first to ten points wins, but don’t forget that you must win by two!

The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the arena’s public announce speakers as the artist Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain. Magdalena steps out into the center of an emerald spotlight wearing a long black dress. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and applies a dark cherry lipstick to her lips with the aid of a pocket mirror. The ramp in front of her lights up like a model’s runway. Lockheart struts down the ramp as if she’s modeling the dress, pausing briefly at the bottom to pose while flashbulbs go off all around her.

Thompson: Introducing first...standing at five feet three inches tall...the Future...the Artist known as MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Lockheart walks around the ring towards the camera side, moving all the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.

But I got smarter, I got harder, In the knick of time.

And me I rose up from the dead I do it all the time.

I got a list of names, yours is in red underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice- Ooh!

Lockheart grabs her dress with both hands and on beat with the song, she rips the dress down the center! Another green spotlight shines straight down on her as glittering, sparkling confetti rains down from the ceiling onto the crowd. Flashes go off from all of the hungry cell phone cameras in attendance as Lockheart sheds the rest of her dress and reveals her slim waistline beneath. Lockheart pauses for a few moments to allow the crowd to snap more photographs before entering the ring.

Reese: Brutal Falls Count Anywhere match last week for Maggie Lockheart, but she came away victorious, once again the Cross-Hemisphere Champion.

Hanson: It’s not getting any easier this week, in fact, it’s going to be HARD.

Chaos: The fuck is wrong with you?

The lights go out in the arena.

The jumbo tron flares to life.

The voice which would make a choir of angels weep from a mixture of awe and jealousy fills the air.

The jumbo tron goes dark again to leave the entire arena in darkness. Then a red spotlight flashes down on the entrance area as the heavy guitars of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play over the PA system and a hooded figure steps out onto the entrance ramp. Sarah throws back her hood to show the white face and red eyes of the Blood Princess. She makes their way down the aisle with the red spotlight following them as the rest of the arena stays dark. As she comes down the ramp, it becomes clear that Sarah is already carrying a steel chair.

Thompson: And her opponent...standing five feet, two inches tall...the Blood Princess...SARAH LACKLAN!!!

Reese: Lacklan certainly validated the moniker of the Blood Princess with her performance last week at Battleground against Alan Wallace. One of the lasting images of that match in my head is of Sarah Lacklan running her hand through Vain’s blood as it covered her chest.

Chaos: Yeah, badass moment, but she left empty-handed, and that fuckin' prick is still the World Champ. But hey, gif for the vlog, right?

The bell rings to start the match as Lacklan steps through the ropes. Lockheart charges and Lacklan swings the chair at her, but Maggie ducks it and comes off the ropes with a leaping forearm, knocking Lacklan down. Lacklan tries to get right to her feet, but Maggie has picked up the chair and she smacks Lacklan right in the face with it!

Reese: Steel chair right into the Firestarter’s face, and Lockheart takes an early 1-0 lead!

Hanson: Move before she gets you again!

Reese: She actually can’t, you can’t use the same weapon twice in a row, Maggie is going to have to go get something else!

Chaos: You have to use ten different weapons? Who the fuck has time for that?

Reese: You don’t need ten, you just can’t use the same thing twice in a row.

Chaos: So hold two different things in your hand. Let’s you get back to the bar much quicker.

Reese: Looks like Maggie heard you.

Lockheart rolls to the outside and goes under the ring, pulling out both a kendo stick and a 2x4. Maggie slides back in as Lacklan is getting up, and Lockheart swings the stick with a backhand, catching Lacklan across the face and knocking her back into the ropes, and Maggie drops the stick and as Lacklan comes off the ropes she uses both hands to slam the 2x4 right into Lacklan’s chest!

Reese: Two weapons in rapid succession, Lockheart is quickly up 3-0!

Chaos: See? That’s what happens when you try to be efficient.

Hanson: Like when you packed all your Chaos Championship days into just one reign and never won it again?

Chaos: Eat a dick, you smarmy fuckin' cocksu-

Reese: Maggie Lockheart looking to expand her early lead!

Lacklan is bent over in pain as Lockheart picks the kendo stick back up and raises it overhead, but Lacklan stands up and backdrops her over the ropes to ringside! Lacklan falls back to her knees, holding her chest, meanwhile at ringside Lockheart quickly gets back to her feet and pulls two tables out from under the ring. She sets one up at ringside, and pushes the other in under the bottom rope. Maggie rolls in as Lacklan stands up and picks up the 2x4, but as she turns around Lockheart already has the kendo stick back in her hands, and she smacks Lacklan across the face and knocks her back down!

Hanson: That makes it 4-0! Somebody stop her!

Reese: Why?

Hanson: Because the one I’m rooting for is losing!

Chaos: Rooting? How about you try to be a fuckin' professional.

Hanson: As you sip your beer.

Chaos: I don’t “sip” shit.

Lockheart sets the table up, and then pulls Lacklan up and lays her face down on top of it. Maggie smacks her with a forearm to keep her down and goes to the corner. She climbs the turnbuckle and steadies herself, then leaps for a Lacrimosa but Lacklan moves off the table and Lockheart crashes through it!

Reese: Lockheart was trying to drive Lacklan’s face through the table, it wouldn’t have won the match but it certianly would have finished Sarah Lacklan off, but Lacklan got out of the way in time and it was Maggie that got wood!

Chaos: Heh. First time for everything, I guess.

Hanson: So who gets points?

Reese: In a Hard Ten Match, if you put yourself through a table, it is your opponent that gets the points for it, so Lacklan has just maneuvered her way into a 5-3 lead!

Chaos: Got fuckin’ lucky is more like it.

Hanson: She’s just been lulling Maggie into an overblown sense of security.

Lacklan rolls completely out of the ring, and she tries to catch her breath at ringside. She gets to her feet and stumbles to the timekeeper’s table, pulling “Mr. No Days Off” Claude de Rhombus off his chair. Craig White yells at Lacklan to leave the timekeeper alone, but Lacklan ignores him as she picks up the chair. Lockheart has slowly gotten back up in the ring, and as Lacklan comes back towards the ring Maggie runs at vaults the ropes for a splash, but Lacklan swings the chair and catches Lockheart right in the face with it! The chair is dented from the impact, and Lacklan admires it for a moment before unleashing three more shots onto the back of the fallen challenger!

Hanson: She should be getting points from all this! She should be up more than 6-3!

Reese: Lacklan is NOT getting points for these consecutive chairshots to her opponent, but the damage she is causing, will Lockheart be able to even continue?

Maggie is busted open as Lacklan tosses aside the chair, and Lacklan goes under the ring and pulls out another table. She pushes it into the ring, and then grabs Lockheart and pulls her to the corner, and lifts her into the Abyss right onto the steel steps!

Hanson: Seven! Just three more! Finish her off!

Reese: It could very well be academic at this point.

Lacklan rolls into the ring and sets the table up so it is leaning against the turnbuckle, and rolls back out. She pulls up her limp opponent and shoves her into the ring before sliding in herself. Lacklan pulls Lockheart up and leans her against the table, smiling as she backs away. Lacklan winds up for the Cop Killa, but Lockheart moves out of the way and Lacklan slams on the brakes, bracing herself against the table. Lockheart springboards into the Black Star, the impact driving Lacklan through the table!

Hanson: NO!

Reese: Lacklan tried to finish Lockheart off by putting her through the table, but Maggie avoided it and connects with the Blackstar, and now Lockheart is back on top, with a narrow 8-7 lead!

Lockheart takes a few moments to catch her breath and wipes some of her blood from her eyes, then goes and yanks Lacklan out of the corner, but Lacklan has one of the shards of the table in her hand, and she smacks Maggie in the face with it to tie the score at eight! Lacklan picks up the kendo stick that Maggie has already used twice and stares at it for a few moments, and as Lockheart tries to stagger to her feet, Lacklan goes to uppercut her with the stick, but Lockheart catches it with both hands. Lacklan is stunned, and Lockheart kicks her in the gut and snatches the stick away, before cracking her in the back with it!

Hanson: QUICKLY! ASSEMBLE THE FANG GANG!

Reese: The fans in the arena can’t hear you, and I don’t think anybody wants to step between these two regardless.

Lockheart falls back into the ropes, and she glances out at the table at ringside. Lockheart goes to pull Lacklan up by her hair, and Lacklan looks up sharply and spits mist in her face! Lockheart stumbles backwards, and Lacklan clotheslines her over the ropes, sending Lockheart onto the apron before she rolls onto the table at ringside! Lacklan takes a deep breath, and she slingshots over the ropes into a splash through Lockheart and the table!

Thompson: Here is your winner, by a score of 13-9, SARAH LACKLAN!!!!!!!!

Reese: Lacklan picks up the victory, she gets back on track here on Chill.

Hanson: A brilliant use and timing on the poison mist, Sarah caught Maggie unprepared right there, gets her the win!

Chaos: It's dirty, but sometimes that is what it takes.

Reese: And that brings our Chill year to a close, we hope you enjoy the road to Horizons, and we'll Chill again in 2019!


Sarah Lacklan - 7.15

Maggie Lockheart - 7.12

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Just wanted to say that I appreciate how Sar had to go deep into her well and bust out a couple of rare moves at the end. That is absolutely what Lacklan vs. Lockhart matches mean.