Steel Cage Match
Onslaught vs Bonnie Blue
Remi: New Blood Thirsty and UCI Faithful alike -- get ready for a history-making, first of its kind, New Blood Wrestling Intergender Steel Cage Match -- with Bonnie Blue putting it all on the line against former NBW Champ Onslaught! And after what we saw transpire between L Verez and Alex Richards earlier tonight, the stakes are even higher!
Conway: This is one Hell of a co-main event for our first pay-per-view of Twenty-Eighteen, as the Daughter of Time makes her stand on behalf of women everywhere, facing a man dedicated to protecting Vincent Pryde's status quo; and once they lock the doors of that cage, it's do or die -- possibly literally!
Hanson: It will be if the boss has his way!
Pryde's music hits the speakers and the New Blood Thirsty respond with a roar of approval, warring with the boos from the UCI Faithful.
Abbi Stein: HEY! Show some respect, dirtbags! That man is wrestling royalty! Now, listen up! The following match is the FIRST-EVER New Blood Wrestling INTERGENDER Steel Cage Match! First to the ring, accompanied by the Baron of Bloodshed, the Lord of Lethality, the King of New Blood Wrestling, Vincent Pryde himself -- OONNNSLAAUUGHT!!!!
The enormous brute of a man stalks down the aisle, Pryde close behind him -- more for protection than moral support, as half-full beer cups and empty popcorn tubs sail through the air from assorted UCI fans. Ignoring the commotion, Onslaught pulls himself up onto the ring apron, then steps over the ropes and holds them open while Vincent Pryde takes his time ascending the ring steps with stately grace. Pryde seizes a mic from a ring attendant and brings it to his lips.
Pryde: MY CHILDREN!
A huge pop from the NBW fans. He favors them with a smile.
Pryde: I have brought your the greatest entertainment in this world or any other! I have dragged this company from the sludge of high school gyms and bingo halls up to the very pinnacle of professional arenas, here in New York's Madison Square Garden -- to present the finest in televised mayhem live each Monday Night right here on the SyFy network! And when our rival company so suddenly and inexplicably folded, WHO was there to pick up the pieces and provide work for all those unfotunate souls left in the wake of tragedy?
The Thirsty: PRYDE! PRYDE! PRYDE!
Vincent Pryde raises his arms to the crowd in mock-benediction, grinning under the bright spotlights. After a moment, he raises a hand to hush them.
Pryde: Now, now... I am only a humble businessman. All I did was fulfill a need. But this ungrateful wretch walks into my company -- OUR company, my New Blood Thirsty! -- after I graciously gave her a chance; she seeks to undermine me and all the glorious work my roster has done here! But we aren't about to let that happen, are we?
The Thirsty: NO WAY!
Pryde: DAMN RIGHT! I have every faith that my associate, Onslaught, will put to rest any of Miss Blue's lingering complaints about the way women are treated around here -- one way, or another. She wanted to prove her mettle against the greatest of my monsters, and that is precisely the opportunity I have provided tonight! And so, without further ado, Miss Blue, if you would....?
The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades. A mixture of boos and cheers pours forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips.
I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?"
They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round
Abbi Stein: And his opponent -- hailing from the Alpha Quadrant or some crazy sci-fi shit like that; the Time Witch, the Hardcore Queen... BONNIIEEE BLUUUEE!!!!
Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside.
Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate
Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late
Bonnie's steady pace takes her midway around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope. She gazes out across the audience for a moment before slipping through the ropes.
All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree
When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for...
Haughtily, she saunters to her corner, where she hands off her effects to the official, and sneers at Pryde from across the ring.
Pryde: Enjoy your moment, Miss Blue. This is everything you asked for. And when it backfires, I don't expect to hear any more foolishness about women and men in the ring together. Do I make myself clear?
In response, Bonnie gives him a double middle-finger salute, which drives the UCI Faithful wild -- but gets a snarl from Pryde as he ducks between the ropes.
Pryde: LOWER THE CAGE! Onslaught -- teach the little Time Witch some RESPECT!
As the cage comes down from the rafters above, Vincent Pryde retreats from the ringside area and back up the ramp; to the stage, where his ornate, velvet-cushioned throne awaits. A nubile young woman in a form-fitting cocktail dress smiles vacantly, pouring ruby red liquid into a jewel-encrusted goblet while the New Blood owner makes himself comfortable. He sees Bonnie glaring at him from the ring, and raises his pimp cup in a mock toast. Once the cage is in place, double-checked and secure, Pryde grins and lifts the goblet in a real toast to the crowd.
Pryde: TO! THE! VIOLENCE!
The Thirsty: TO! THE! VIOLENCE!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Remi: Vicious assault from Bonnie as she takes the fight to Onslaught with a series of those devastating Muay Thai strikes! My girl showing that Soulless Saint mindset -- conquer at any cost, just like Remi! See? I knew we were soulmates!
Conway: Oh, jeez, not this again. Anyway, I seem to recall you running AWAY from Andre Holmes...
Remi: Because it was Andre Holmes, duh! The Relentless One! YOU get in the ring with him!
Conway: Point taken -- and OHMYGAWD what a suplex from Onslaught! Blue tried a diving crossbody and got caught. Now she's down, but not out yet!
Hanson: Slow to get up, so Onslaught grabs a handful of blonde hair and helps her to her feet!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: OOOOOHHHH!!
Remi: Oh, no, he didn't! He did! A slap to the face of Bonnie Blue, showing absolute disrespect!
*SMACK!*
Conway: And another! I dont know if I can watch this!
*SMACK!*
Hanson: A third slap from Onslaught sends Bonnie staggering!
Lounging on his throne, Vincent Pryde smirks, giving his monster's performance a golf clap. Still apparently reeling from the strikes, the Time Witch stumbles back toward Onslaught. He makes a grab for her -- and she moves suddenly, ducking under his clumsy lunge!
Remi: It was a ruse! Veteran ring craft by Bonnie Blue! She runs -- hits the ropes -- springboards off --
Conway: Onslaught making another attempt --
Remi: Handspring into a Hurricanrana! Onslaught down!
Feeling pretty good about herself, the Hardcore Queen pops back up and struts around the ring to the cheers of the Faithful.
Hanson: Girl better knock off that showboating...
Remi: Give me a break, Charlie. Pretty and talented woman like that deserves to show off a little!
Hanson: Yeah, but she needs to pay attention to her opponent.
Remi: No worries, bro. She's got this. Look! Blue ascending the turnbuckle now... and Onslaught is stirring. She -- she's signaling to him! Telling him to get up!
Conway: Is she crazy?
Hanson: Onslaught on his feet as Bonnie launches herself off the ropes -- Frankensteiner!
Bonnie leaps to her feet again to another pop from her UCI fans, and some gruding applause from the New Blood crowd.
Remi: Solid back and forth action balancing out what should be a David and Goliath mismatch tonight!
Conway: The tide's going to turn back in Onslaught's favor if she doesn't take the opportunity to get out of that cage soon!
The Daughter of Time seems to realize this, as well. She glances at her downed opponent, then at the side of the cage, hesitant.
Hanson: Takes her a second to make up her mind, but once she does, that girl is up them ropes fast! Climbing the cage now....
Remi: Hurry, Bonnie Boo! Onslaught back to a vertical base -- he's got her in his sights!
Conway: Up the ropes... reaching for her...
Feeling a meaty hand close around her ankle, Bonnie glances down to see Onslaught's menacing grin. Her attempts to shake him loose are futile, as he tightens his grip, and pulls. Try as she might, she can't hold on.
Hanson: Not out of the woods yet! Halfway up the cage, and all for nothing as Bonnie hits the canvas -- but she stays on her feet!
Remi: The Time Witch running at her opponent, looking for a knee -- DENIED!
Conway: Onslaught just knocked Bonnie Blue back to the mat! Pulls her to her feet, and lifts her, upside-down, onto his shoulder!
Hanson: This isn't gonna be good -- one of the most devastating moves in this industry and Bonnie Blue's about to experience it firsthand!
The seconds tick by as the New Blood Thirsty begin to count them off.
The Thirsty: -- Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!
Remi: Bonnie trying to fight her way out, but Onslaught is just too big and he's got all the leverage right now!
The Thirsty: -- Fifteen! Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!
Conway: DAMN! Massive stalling suplex from Onslaught and I don't think Bonnie Blue is getting out of this cage any time soon!
Hanson: That's just what he's counting on! There is only one thing on Onslaught's mind tonight -- delivering the pain! The Daughter of Time in trouble as Onslaught picks her up again! He slings her into the corner!
Remi: Big boot! How much more of this can she take?
Conway: Onslaught's eyes on the stage now, looking to Vincent Pryde for direction!
With exaggerated emphasis, Pryde raises a fist, thumb extended. A hush falls as every member of the audience holds their breath. Tension builds with each passing moment until, slow and deliberate, Vincent Pryde turns his thumb downward -- and a cheer rises from the New Blood Thirsty!
Hanson: Looks like Bonnie Blue's fate is sealed, folks. Pryde just gave Onslaught the signal to put an end to this match! And -- what in the hell is he -- ?
Remi: He's untying the cover from the turnbuckle! He's removing the protective padding!
Conway: I hate to say it, but I think Vincent Pryde's point may have been proved tonight.
Hanson: This is just sick -- but at the same time, this is exactly what she asked for. The toughest of the tough, meanest of the mean, and that's what she got in her opponent tonight! Turnbuckle exposed now...
Remi: Not my boo! Not like this!
Onslaught lines up his shot, ready to slam the young blonde's face into the exposed steel turnbuckle, when suddenly --
Conway: WHAT? NO WAY! Somehow, Bonnie Blue slips out of Onslaught's grasp and gets behind him! Onslaught eats steel!
Pryde rises to his feet, staring down at the ring in disbelief. Inside the ring, blood trickles down Onslaught's face.
Hanson: She's not done yet! This little firecracker is just getting warmed up! Bonnie Blue has turned the tables and she's taking full advantage, slamming Onslaught's face into that turnbuckle over and over!
Remi: The fans -- can you hear them? That's... not just the UCI Faithful! Bonnie's giving the New Blood Thirsty what they want -- look at all that blood -- and they're loving it!
Onstage, Vincent yells at the fans to stop cheering the Time Witch, but his protests are lost in the noise.
Conway: Onslaught slumped in the corner now as Bonnie takes several steps back -- she charges -- insult to injury with a bronco buster!
Hanson: She can insult me like that any time!
Remi: Hey!
Conway: Guys, shut up.
In the ring, Bonnie Blue isn't quite done with her opponent. She paces back and forth, never taking her eyes off Onslaught. The instant he starts to move, she strikes! A hand closes around his throat and, impossibly, lifts him up to his feet. Then, in a feat of superhuman strength, the Hardcore Queen tosses Onslaught across the ring to crash into the cage on the other side.
Hanson: What did we just witness?
Remi: I don't know, but it was HAWT! My girl climbing that cage and Onslaught is not even a factor in this equation anymore.
Conway: She's up! She's over!
Hanson: Damn right she is!
Bonnie perches at the top of the cage for a moment, gazing out over the audience, then leaps down to land nimbly on her feet at ringside. Vincent Pryde stands in front of his throne, tugging at his hair in frustration.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Abbi Stein: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner -- somehow -- of tonight's cage match co-main event... BONNIIIEEE BLUUUEEE!!!!
Her music hits the speakers and the crowd goes insane! A winch turns, winding the cage back up into the rafters. Without warning, Bonnie's music cuts.
Remi: What's this? Something's going on in the crowd! It's -- L Verez...
Conway: And Sam Kidsgrove! We saw Andre Jenson assist Verez earlier tonight, but Bonnie doesn't need any help...
Hanson: Speaking of Andre Jenson --
Jenson steps onto the stage beside an apoplectic Vincent Pryde. With a smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he moves past Pryde and takes center stage. His hand lifts in the same three-fingered salute from earlier in the night -- and all hell breaks loose! As one, Blue, Kidsgrove, and Verez storm the ring and immediately start laying boots to Onslaught! Once satisfied, they roll him out under the ropes as Jenson makes his way down the aisle. Snagging a mic, he climbs in.
Andre Jenson: Do we have your attention, Mr. Pryde? Yes? Excellent. What happened here tonight, this devastation we have wrought? This is a taste. Look forward to more of it. Despite your treachery, L Verez came through with fortitude and strength; and Bonnie Blue defeated your pet monster -- all of that was only a beginning!
He passes the mic to Bonnie.
Bonnie Blue: Here, on this blood-soaked canvas, we make our STAND!
The word "STAND" appears on the 'Tron as she hands the mic to L.
L Verez: Now, in this time of turmoil and contention, we will FIGHT!
The word "FIGHT" appears beside the first as L hands the mic to Kidsgrove.
Sam Kidsgrove: Whenever there is oppression and tyranny, we RESIST!
The word "RESIST" joins the other two, and then a final one -- "INSURGENCY" -- as Jenson takes the microphone back.
Andre Jenson: You know who we are. You know what we do. Vincent Pryde has a lot of sins to answer for, and that starts tonight. Every man and woman on this roster loyal to Pryde is henceforth on notice. We're the Insurgency, and we're coming for you!
With a disdainful glance at the stage, Jenson drops the mic. All four of the Insurgency lift their hands in a three-fingered salute to a mixed reaction from the crowd.