The Bash - Jack Rikar Cup: Triple Cage Match

[Jana Rikar]

[/]MAIN EVENT: For the Jack Rikar Memorial Cup, $25,000 & A Defiant Title Shot- [/]
- The Triple Cage Match -
Trixie vs Nora Harris vs Davidson Falco vs Alexandra Darkin vs Armageddon vs Defiant Champion Aidan Carlisle vs Titan Champion Jenn Drew

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[trixie]

INT. LIMO - NORFOLK, VIRGINIA - AUGUST

Trixie begins to film a video of herself inside a limo driving on her way to more filming for her ever busy career. Trixie sits back treating herself to a little mimosa drink with her demeanour very much focused on the match up ahead. In the zone, a deep breath, Trixie speaks.

TRIXIE:
"Six people, three cages, three prizes, but one winner. That's the match ahead of us, Trixie Brand. It's the match I qualified for early on and now we've got Nora Harris, Aiden and Jenn Drew. Legends included like Armageddon. I've already had the pleasure to beat a DWF historic woman, so I've proven that.

What this match up is to me is more than a cup, a title shot and money. Aidan and I have had our fair shares of run ins. She's this company's champion but when given a chance to face me in tag team action; she bought out. In my opinion, when I've held gold, I face anyone, any amount. That's just me. I thoroughly enjoy the aspect of multi-person match ups because every person added enriches the match.

Nora enriches this match with her family name alone. Her MMA, she's got a lot to give. We have two champions, legends all bringing styles and all to this match.

But the key to this match is speed. I'm the fastest girl in this match. I've been reknown for how quick I can come at anyone and explode a dropkick into your chest you'd swear a spear has been hurdled at you by a hulking titan. I'm the Superkick Sentry Gun, and being able to pop out swift kicks fast and precise is perfect for this sort of situation. I will climb through the cages all the way to get out. There's so many moving pieces that will create me opportunities.

I won't allow personal squabbles or past losses deflect my mission. I'm a member of Team Firepower and that tenure we were headstrong on our goals. At the event I will be as nimble as a cat, bang out some highlights for DWF in this memorial match. Tune in, Trixie Brand if you want to see a perfect combination of smarts and speed work a perfect tandem, a beautiful storm in an extremely violent hurricane of action. Trixie against legends and champions, prestige family but getting out to seal her own destiny.

I've been chasing that title shot my whole DWF Career. Step by step, setback by setback, it's lead me before an incredible structure. I don't want to be Titan Champion, I want to be Defiant Champion. At The Bash, I have an opportunity to beat both champions in one match.

And it goes without saying.

With speed and smarts…

I seize opportunities.”

INT. FILM SET - NORFOLK, VIRGINIA - AUGUST

Trixie can be seen taking a breather from work, sweaty and catching her breath. She captures herself again.

TRIXIE:
"Hi everyone. I'm having an absolute blast here working on TV and getting to wrestle. I love what I do, I love stepping in that ring no matter what the banner is. Defiant, I will totally be ending up like this after that cage match. It's large, it's overbearing at times…but I'm determined to win this.

Come The Bash, Nora Harris will fall to a Trixie Superkick. Aidan will fall to a Trixie Superkick. Alex will fall to a Trixie Superkick. Jenn will fall to a Trixie Superkick. Falco will fall to a Trixie Superkick..to the Dick, so will Armageddon too.”

Trixie shows on her t-shirt she has ready to wear after filming; #SuperkickToTheDick in white. A hashtag she'd been pushing in her wrestling career against male competitors in those matches with loose rules.

TRIXIE:
"My speed is better than everyone in this match. We all know force equals mass times acceleration. My superkicks are deadly because of that, wherever I choose to hit them, how many I choose to hit in succession. In a match up with this many opponents, I plan to try and hit an all time record.

ONE-HUNDRED. A Hundred superkicks in this match will be delivered by yours truly. Where will most land? The solar plexus to wind and leave every opponent incapable of taking a breath? Possibly, it will allow me to walk right out. The back? Every boot could cause agony for them later when they try to walk, let alone lift anything. The ankle? I could end up snapping everyone's ankles and end up fighting a load of crawlers. The back of the head? And make everyone's eyes pop out, it could happen.

I'm not going to bother with submissions, time and stamina are the essence of this match. I have superb stamina to make my extreme speed something that's deadly at the start and an hour into a match.

As for my opponents, I know they'll bring absolutely everything to this PPV Match, I know what I bring is going to be what sets me apart.

What let's me break away…

And walk out of the cages

Richer in so many ways than in money, title opportunities and cups.

But you'll have to tune into TNT to see why. Toodles.”

[Aidan Carlisle]

With the exception of a few short trips from Milwaukee back to Wilmington, Aidan hadn't been home since the LFL season started. Instead she'd lived in the apartment she was sharing with teammate Claire. The place was still in order, the cleaning service she'd hired to come once a week and the lawn guys had kept it up. Though she had been away for so long, it still did feel like home and not just a house.

How strange was it, then, that not five minutes after she'd stepped through the door, the landline rang? She had a split second of hesitation, her mind racing back to that dreadful night months ago when she'd opened a mysterious letter and ended up hospitalized for days. She shook it off, refusing to let it surface again, and snatched the phone from the cradle.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

Her words caught in her throat at the sound of the voice on the other end of the line. It had been months since she heard that voice. Longer than she'd been away. Longer than she'd been with Defiant Wrestling.

“Liam. Is it... are you...”

“Yes, it's really me.”

So many questions raced through her head. The tangled web of their lives and lies was half of her own making, yet she still struggled to unravel it all. The guilt set in immediately, but he had told her to stay out of it. He had told her not to go back to the UK and not to try to help him.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't do anything. I should have. I should have come there and told them... something, anything.”

“There was nothing ye could have done.”

His tone was as even as always. Not angry, not tired. Patient, soft.

“So... are you still? I mean... they didn't...”

“No, there was nothing for them to find. I'm out. I have been for a while. I had to go back to Ireland as soon as I was. My father wasn't doing well.”

Whether or not he intended to, he twisted the knife.

“Is he...”

“Back with Mum again.”

The guilt only continued to rise. She hadn't stayed when his mother had been ill. Now she hadn't been there for him for his father's passing either. For the second time they'd been apart for months after he lost a parent, and she'd been caught up in her own world. All those times she had told the world she wasn't perfect person reared their head, the evidence there before her.

“I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you.”

“Nothing to worry yourself over. I knew it was coming. The house is sorted, my brothers are sorted. Ireland's sorted.”

But he wasn't mad, again. Was he ever? She probably only need one had to count the times he had been truly angry at her.

“What are you going to do now? I mean, I'm sure you've been keeping up. You always do. I've been...”

“Doing what you always do, álainn; succeeding. Wrestling, football. It doesn't matter, you've always been meant to be on top. I'm proud of you.”

A flicker of heat rose in her cheeks at the compliment, even now.

“Liam... come home. Come to the show. Come back to the US, come to Norfolk. I'd like you to be there.”

“Are ye sure about that? It's been a long time, we've both done...”

“Things, I know. Life is the same big mess it always is. I still never know what I want. Except this time I know that I want you to be there.”

“Then I'll be there.”

“Afterwards, we should talk.”

There was too much to catch up on, too much to discuss. The world had turned itself upside down so many times that she could never tell if it had righted itself at some point or she was still heading deeper into the rabbit hole. At least if she had someone there, going mad didn't seem so bad, right?.

“We'll talk.”

His voice was assuring, once again. He was always assuring here it seemed like.

“It was good to hear you again. I'll see you soon.”

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T h e B i t c h B l o g

Listening To: “Wildling” – Peter Gundry
Drinking: Teeling Irish Whiskey
Feeling: Confident
From: Home, Delaware

So here we have it, a huge multi-person triple cage match to finish off the Jack Rikar Memorial Cup. It's going to be the Hunger Games more than it's going to be a wrestling match. Seven people all scrambling to get to the top and make it out in one piece. Some people hate this kind of thing, but me? I love it.

I love the chaos. I love the danger. I love the chance to shove someone off a cage and watch them hit the ground below. I'm sure no one has forgotten what I did to Kasey Summers in the Thunderdome. I showed that raging dumpster fire that she's not shit, and she'll never be shit. I beat her so badly she couldn't bear to show her face in Defiant Wrestling any longer.

Too bad I didn't manage to hit her hard enough that she wouldn't show her face in wrestling again period. For that I apologize. I let you all down and she's still taking up precious oxygen and roster space wherever she goes.

But what I am going to do in this match will make what I did to her look like child's play. I've got two more cages and five more opponents this time around. That damage dealt will be exponentially more. You're all coming to see a bloodbath, and who am I to deny you? You'll get every cent of the show you paid for come the Main Event. I can't make any promises for earlier in the show.

The walking fossils Davidson Falco, Armageddon, and Alexandra Darkin stand no chance here. I'd be surprised if they even still had the strength to climb after all that time in the retirement home, frankly. A bunch of has-beens trying to relive their glory days have no place here, it's only going to get them into an early grave. But don't worry, even if they do keel over on their walkers heading to the ring, there's still plenty of blood to be spilled.

We have Trixie, one of the most laughable excuses for “talent” on the entire roster. (Tied with Coral Rose for the position of biggest loser, naturally.) She doesn't even talk a big game, she talks a mediocre game at best, and she still can't back up. She thinks she's tough. She thinks she's got speed. Well with Summer gone she might just be the biggest fucking pussy on the roster and the only thing she could catch is a VD.

I've been the Defiant Champion for five months. No one in Defiant Wrestling has been able to defeat me. And while I was doing that, I was also playing for the Milwaukee Mayhem chasing down bitches with more talent in their little fingers than Trixie has in her entire infested body. What makes her think she has a chance of escaping me, let alone taking me out? She can throw one of her pathetic little “Trixie Superkicks.” I'll grab her leg and give her a nice ligament tear, then we'll see how fast she thinks she is.

I haven't forgotten Jenn Drew, either. The newly crowned Titan Champion. If anyone had put money on her to win that match, they'd be a millionaire. Too bad not a single person on the face of the planet would take that bet. It's as if the Matrix glitched out there for a second and we somehow ended up with the impossible. Doesn't matter to me, let the D-squad play with the consolation prizes. I am The Champion and I will continue to be The Champion.

I'd say that Jenn Drew is the most forgettable Drew, but let's face it; not a damn one of them is that memorable. A few years ago I annihilated her cousin Amy a few times. It felt good, I won't lie. I guess we get to see if doing the same to Jenn will feel just as good. She wanted to test herself against me, well now she gets the chance to see just how far below my level she is. She's not ready for what's coming her way, and he'll never be ready.

That doesn't change the fact that she's going to get every last ounce of carnage I decide to throw at her. I'm just as ready to tear her in two as I am Trixie. They're in my territory, in my ring, and they're going to pay the price for it. They'll both learn that the last name they ever want to see on the other side of the “vs” from theirs is Aidan Carlisle.

There is one and only person in this match that has earned any of my respect. I've faced off against Nora Harris one-on-one twice now, and both times we've had a knock-down drag-out fight from beginning to end. Both times we put it all out there and kept nothing in the reserves. It was easily the match of the night both times. And, as we all know, both times I was the victor.

Nora is good, the second best person on the roster in my less-than-humble opinion, but still only second best. Unfortunately for her she's in this match with the best, and she's going to come up short again. Nora is on her way to the top, undoubtedly, but not here in DWF, not while I'm still here.

This match is mine. The Jack Rikar Memorial Cup is mine. That $25,000 is mine.

It really is that simple. Every time I've stepped into that ring, I've walked away the winner. Every time I've spoken before one of my matches, I've done exactly what I've said I'm going to do. No one on the roster, past or present, has been able to stop me. No one who has claimed they will be the first has been able to back up their words. That isn't about to change at The Bash.

I am The Alpha Bitch. I am The Champion. I am Defiant.