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The live feed returned with a group of E.M.T.'s gently placing Huckleberry onto a stretcher. The little Applachian was still unconscious and had been placed in a neckbrace for precautionary reasons. Biggs had recovered enough to leave under his own power with his lady friends but seemed furious that he and Huckleberry had lost their belts. Rose Johnston stepped inside to announce the evening's next match, with the injured now removed from the ring.
Rose Johnston: The following match is set for one fall and will be no holds barred, no count-outs, and no disqualification as per Vice President Allen Anderson's orders!
Scott Slade: What!?
Chris Rodgers: That's what he gets for interfering in other people's matches!
The live feed cut to the stage as "One Woman Army" by Nightcore began to play over the stadium's sound system. W.E.N.D.E. marched out onto the stage with a focused expression on her synthetic face. Her robotic eyes glowed bright green. Unlike last time out, where she tried to conceal them with sunglasses, she'd forgone the eyewear. Having been assumed to be a cyborg and not a synthetic android lifeform, she no longer felt the need to hide.
Rose Johnston: Making her way to the ring now from parts unknown! Weighing in at 250 pounds and standing at the height of five feet, eleven inches, Wendy!!!
Scott Slade: Well, Wendy made quite the impression on us with her incredible strength and agility last time out. She surprised Chuluun Bold and took Ultimate Wrestling by storm with a huge upset victory.
Chris Rodgers: Bah! She's a cyborg! When are we going to ban these cybernetic cipher punk idiots from this sport? I mean, just look at her! She seems less human than Jeremiah! Just how much of her that's left is even human? Huh?
Scott Slade: I don't make the rules here, Chris. Rupert and Allen do. If they allow them to participate, then that's that. I agree with you. At times it feels as if they have an unfair advantage against their opponents.
W.E.N.D.E.'s green hair and porcelain white synthetic skin intrigued the audience as she made her way up the steel steps and into the ring. Suddenly her music cut off, and "Down Low" by R. Kelly began to play. Jeremiah Vastrix walked out onto the stage with his silver and black tights and black boots on. He had a white t-shirt on and a leather jacket on over it that matched the leather eye patch covering his vacant eye socket.
Rose Johnston: Her opponent, hailing from Hong Kong! He is the number one contender for the Franchise Championship! Weighing in at 245 pounds and standing tall at six feet, two inches. The Cyborg Wrestler, "God's Gift to Women," JEREMIAH VASTRIX!
The cyborg wrestler's single cybernetic eye shimmered a radiant blue as he scanned his opponent. Jeremiah stopped dead in his tracks when he realized his opponent wasn't human. After taking a few seconds to evaluate her specifications, he considered backing out of the match. However, the fans grew restless, and he entered the ring, not wanting to anger them by refusing to fight.
Scott Slade: Jeremiah got one look at Wendy and hesitated. Lord only knows what he's picking up with that unique eye of his.
Chris Rodgers: Whatever it is, it's not good. I've never seen Jeremiah seem intimidated by an opponent, perhaps because he's always had an advantage. We'll see how he fairs against a cyborg woman with enhancements like his own.
The two opponents met in the center of the ring in between referee Bob Sigro. W.E.N.D.E. instantly began to talk trash to Jeremiah, which caught everyone off guard, including Vastrix, who was still busy processing readings about what his synthezoid opponent was capable of. W.E.N.D.E. cupped her free hand around her ear before pointing at Jeremiah.
W.E.N.D.E. You hear that? That's the sound of your demise, Jerry Boy. Yeah, I've heard about you, Daddy's money! Womanizing, melting cars, lording your enhancements over flesh and blood, well, that ends here, Daddy's boy. I'll give you the spanking your poppa shoulda have given you, thanks to my superior-tech! You can thank me by forwarding me your inheritance; I take cash, checks, and Bitcoin, or you can pay with your ass!
W.E.N.D.E. turned around slapped her butt. Vastrix was visibly angry with the synthezoid and didn't appreciate her comments. Referee Bob Sigro motioned for the bell, and the match was officially underway.
Scott Slade: I'm not sure if our viewers could hear what was just uttered by Wendy, but she was personally attacking him for being the son of the infamous late Michael Vastrix of War Hammer. I believe she was inferring he had it easy growing up wealthy.
Chris Rodgers: Scott, I'm not too fond of this, "Wendy" girl. Clearly, she's not done her homework on the late Michael Vastrix and his insane relationship with Jeremiah! Jeremiah gets angry with the very mention of his father, and as you and I know, his father was a deranged maniac!
Scott Slade: Yes, Chris, but you know we can't get into detail about that, so let's change the subject.
Chris Rodgers: All I'm saying is that if Wendy wanted a bloodbath, Scotty, she just got one.
Scott Slade: Indeed, Chris. Jeremiah is seething! Wendy is playing with fire, and something tells me Vice President Allen Anderson has put her up to this!
Jeremiah charged in and jumped toward W.E.N.D.E., looking to take her head off with a spinning wheel kick. W.E.N.D.E. saw it coming and blocked the attack but was surprisingly not quick enough to stop a second kick from Jeremiah with his opposite leg. His left foot nailed the android in the chest, and the blow knocked W.E.N.D.E. back into the ropes. Before her internal gyroscope could regain her balance, Vastrix pulled a memory file from when he'd fought Sato and replicated a beautiful Wushu butterfly kick. The kick nailed W.E.N.D.E. in the face and sent her up over the top rope spilling out onto the floor.
Chris Rodgers: Wow!
Scott Slade: Jeremiah is known for replicating other wrestler's styles and maneuvers. Unverified reports have stated that half his brain is actually a hard drive that can store files, much like your computer can.
Chris Rodgers: Enough nerd talk, Slade! What is this computer science 101 or wrestling?
W.E.N.D.E. recovered from the attack and tried to get back in the ring, only to receive an impressive baseball slide kick to the face from Jeremiah. The blow knocked the android back into the steel guard railing, with a massive clang sound from the rigid metal and W.E.N.D.E.'s artificial body coming together. Now on the floor, Jeremiah proceeded to hit his android opponent with a rapid succession of unique martial art punches. W.E.N.D.E. attempted to block and counter them, but Jeremiah's War Hammer-designed cybernetic eye allowed him to find the weak points in the androids technique and rock her with some mighty closed fist blows.
Jeremiah then grabbed W.E.N.D.E. by her long green-dyed synthetic hair and pulled her over to the ring post. He then slung her face straight into the metal post, rocking her internal processor to its core. The impact sounded like a steel chair hitting the post as the fans let out an "Oooh!" as the androids, synthetic skin tore open, and cracked plastic bits fell to the floor. With W.E.N.D.E. in a state of flux, Jeremiah grabbed hold of the back of her head and slammed her face off the steel steps. The impact was massive, and as the android collapsed to the floor, an apparent dent in her forehead's metal plating was now visible.
Scott Slade: I hate to say it. It brings me no joy, but Chris, I think you're right about Wendy. She seems to be more cyborg than human. I think we're going to be left with even more questions than answers before this one is all over.
Chris Rodgers: Look at the dent in her forehead! Look at those tears in her skin! She's not even bleeding blood! It looks like some weird green fluid like Antifreeze or something!
Scott Slade: Wendy seemed overwhelmed by the sudden change of fighting styles! Vastrix moving from Sato's Jeet Kune Do to a hardcore style much like Valora's, where you use everything, including the kitchen sink, to hurt your opponent.
Jeremiah bent over to pick up W.E.N.D.E., but the clever synthazoid swung her arms forward and delivered a devastating ear clap to Jeremiah's eardrums. The blow disoriented the cyborg and allowed the android to get back onto her feet; with Vastrix unable to focus his vision and regain equilibrium, W.E.N.D.E. cocked back like a character from Mortal Kombat and annihilated Jeremiah with an epic uppercut. The impact of the blow instantly cracked Vastrix's jaw and sent the cyborg flying up over the guard railing and into a crowd of fans. Most of the Cuban spectators were able to scatter out of the way; a few of them, however, were crushed between Jeremiah's body and the chairs they'd been sitting in.
Chris Rodgers: Holy! Hot! Damn! It's not over yet! W.E.N.D.E. will not be defeated that easily!
Scott Slade: I'm shocked Jeremiah's head is still attached to his shoulders! Did you hear the "crack" from that punch! Unreal!
Chris Rodgers: More like inhuman.
W.E.N.D.E. hopped over the guard railing and then marched straight after Jeremiah plowing over and pushing multiple fans out her way. She then picked up one of the steel chairs on the floor and whacked Vastrix across his back as he was trying to get up off the pile fans he was lying on. The fans booed the android, and she turned the edge of the chair to point downward and drove down into Jeremiah's spine. Vastrix spasmed and contorted as he rolled over onto his back, holding his lower spine.
W.E.N.D.E. cocked back the steel chair again and attempted to destroy Jeremiah over the head with it, but the crafty cyborg used his cybernetic eye to timely block it and kicked back up into her face. The chair slammed back into W.E.N.D.E.'s face and knocked back onto the floor, with a new dent now in the bridge of her nose. The Androids eyes pulsed bright green as she laid on the grass, hyper analyzing what had gone wrong in a fit of robotic rage.
Scott Slade: W.E.N.D.E.'s down again! Pin attempt by Vastrix, and- Ouch!
W.E.N.D.E., having feigned staying down, unexpectedly slammed a foot into Vastrix's skull as he lunged in for the pin. This sent the cyborg flying back into a row of steel chairs. The fans scattered as they watched him crash into them and barrel roll across the infield grass with an agonizing look on his face.
Chris Rodgers: Dropdown feint into a kick from W.E.N.D.E.! I bet that rattled his cyber chips real good! Hahaha!
Scott Slade: Give credit to the referee for sticking with these two as they traverse this baseball field! Who knows where this fight could end up before it's over!
W.E.N.D.E. kips up to her feet and once again begins to make her way over to Jeremiah methodically. She then picked up the injured Jeremiah by his legs and spun him around and around in airplane spin. The android rotated around at an inhuman pace like a tornado and then leg go of Jeremiah. The cyborg flew up into the air and crashed into the pitcher's mound with a monstrous thud. The fans roared at the incredible feat of strength that the young girl displayed. Vastrix rolled around in the dirt, wholly disoriented by the experience.
Chris Rodgers: Did you see that, Slade? She tossed Jeremiah like a freaking rag doll! That had to be thirty-five yards easy!
Scott Slade: Jeremiah has to pull himself together here. I don't think he was anticipating having this much trouble with Wendy.
Chris Rodgers: He should have done his homework. He probably didn't even look at the film of her match with Chuluun Bold. Probably too busy galavanting around the globe with his Hollywood elitist girlfriend.
Scott Slade: Wendy is in pursuit! She's charging the mound! ...I've always wanted to say that...
Chris Rodgers: Hah! Not every day, you get to say that in wrestling. Eh, Scotty?
Scott Slade: Nope!
W.E.N.D.E. ran up and kicked Vastrix in his ribcage. Jeremiah rolled off the pitcher's mound and onto the infield grass, holding his midsection in pain. W.E.N.D.E. continued her pursuit of Vastrix like the T-1000 from terminator two. Cold, unrelenting, and driven by the desire to prove that she was superior to the cyborg. Once she reached him, she grabbed him with both her arms by his wrestling leotard and tossed him toward home plate and protective backstop fencing. Jeremiah hit the ground hard again as the fans cheered him, urging him to get back into the fight.
W.E.N.D.E. Sprinted at Vastrix, who was getting back on his feet, and tried to spear him. Vastrix analyzed her movements and immediately began to put himself in a position to absorb the impact best and harness the android's momentum against her. W.E.N.D.E. collided with Jeremiah, but he instantly grabbed hold of her head and drove her robotic skull into the home plate of the Estadio Latinoamericano. The fans roared as Vastrix jumped up to his feet and broke out into his trademarked Cyborg shuffle celebratory dance.
The dance was very similar to the end of R. Kelly's "Step in The Name of Love" music video. He glided along the dirt and grass before doing a little twirl and dropping a massive elbow in the back of W.E.N.D.E.'s mechanical spine. He then got up, grabbed hold of his android opponent's green hair, and pulled her over to the backstop fencing. He then ran her face against the chainlink, ripping her synthetic skin to shreds exposing the alloy beneath. Sparks began to fly as Vastrix picked up the pace grinding her face in the metal fencing. The fans roared as they watched Jeremiah fight his way back into the match.
Chris Rodgers: Forget what I said about Battlebots! This is nothing short of all-out war!
Scott Slade: Chris. Vastrix has years of experience on her, and she doesn't seem to be able to read his moves like she did Chuluun's last time out. I don't think Wendy's going to be able to upset the odds again tonight and steal a win from the number one contender for the Franchise Championship.
Chris Rodgers: Well, she was laying the smackdown up until a few seconds ago. Jeremiah looks vulnerable to me; he needs to put this Wendy girl away. Like now!
Once finished, Jeremiah picked W.E.N.D.E. up and drove her into the ground with an impressive modified Michinoku driver. W.E.N.D.E.'s head and neck to the brunt of the impact as her cyborg opponent quickly wrapped her up for a pin. Referee Bob Sigro dove to the grass and began his count.
Scott Slade: The "Market Crash," this could be it! O.N.E.! T.W.O.!! Kick out by Wendy!!!
Chris Rodgers: Wow!
Scott Slade: Listen to this compacity crowd! Even they're impressed with this young girl!
Chris Rodgers: She's like a tank! No matter what your throw at her, nothing seems to keep her down! Look at her face! Full of weird fluids and fake skin!
Scott Slade: I bet those cybernetic eyes of hers can barely see through that mess!
Chris Rodgers: I want to know what part of this girl is flesh and blood? All we've seen are mechanical parts, fake skin, coolant, and cybernetics.
Scott Slade: My, that's a question for Dr. Drake. I'm sure Allen had him evaluate her before signing her onto the roster.
Chris Rodgers: Oh yeah! I'm sure he did... come on, Scotty! You know, Allen Anderson only cares about three things. Money, power, and vengeance!
Scott Slade: Truer words have never been spoken...
Jeremiah sat in the infield grass and behind the batter's box with a frustrated look on his face. His only encouragement that the W.E.N.D.E. android seemed to be finally actually hurt by something he'd done to it. Suddenly his cybernetic eyes spotted a bunch of baseball bats in the dugout some twenty yards away. He got up and sprinted toward them, much to the bewilderment of the fans. He emerged from the dugout with a professional baseball bat held up high. The fans roared as they watched Jeremiah come toward W.E.N.D.E., who was back on her feet and trying to scrub off the synthetic skin and fluids from her mechanical eyes.
Chris Rodgers: Look's like Vastrix is taking my advice and looking to put an end to this match!
Scott Slade: This is going to get brutal, fans; you may want to look away if you're squeamish.
Once Jeremiah was in range, he cocked back the baseball bat and swung it, striking her in the upper arm and shoulder. The blow dislocated her androids shoulder and cracked her upper arm, sending plastic splinters everywhere. W.E.N.D.E.'s arm hung strangely as she stumbled into the backstop fencing. In a furious rage, she rammed her shoulder back into place, and the grimacing expression on her cheese grated face showed as the cameras zoomed in on her.
Jeremiah moved in to continue his attack, but W.E.N.D.E.'s thermal sensors picked up heat from the portions of Jeremiah's human body. Before he could cock back and hit her again, she ducked down and took the Cyborg wrestler's legs out from under him with an impressive 360 degree spinning leg sweep. Jeremiah's skull whacked the ground hard, and the cyborg lost his grip on the baseball bat.
Scott Slade: Incredible! What a move!
Chris Rodgers: She caught Jeremiah by surprise with that one!
W.E.N.D.E. immediately grabbed the baseball bat and went to work on her cyborg opponent beating the flesh and blood portions of his body and head with extreme brutality. The fans grew silent as the violent attack continued for at least two minutes and didn't stop until Jeremiah ceased moving. With the cyborg a beaten bloody mess, she kicked him over and stuck her mechanical fingers into his eye socket, and ripped Jeremiah's last remaining cybernetic eye. Sparks flew out of Jeremiah's eye socket as she tore it from the cables connected to the computer portion of his brain.
Scott Slade: No! Wendy has completely blinded Jeremiah! What is her problem! Why is she doing this! She has him beat dead to rights! Why is she making this so personal!
Chris Rodgers: I don't know, but the referee just started his count. Wendy will win her second straight match by a knockout if he doesn't get up in the next ten seconds!
With Jeremiah, unconscious W.E.N.D.E. took the specialized War Hammer designed eye and began to toss it in the air and catch it her had confidently like a baseball. She then pointed to the outfield before stepping into the batter's box. Many Cuban fans now won over by Wendy's quirky personality began to laugh and cheer as she tossed the eye high into the air and nailed it with the baseball bat sending it soaring high into the air and out of the park. After a few moments, a loud earth-shattering explosion shook the entire ground the stadium sat on, and a small cloud of fiery-looking smoke began to ascend into the moonlit night sky.
Scott Slade: Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?
Chris Rodgers: I think where ever the cybernetic eye landed caused it to explode! I hope to God no one was hurt; I don't think our insurance covers that!
Scott Slade: People could be dead, and all you care about is Mr. Mudcocks wallet?
Chris Rodgers: Hey, I'm just looking out for Ultimate Wrestling. Don't you judge me! Bleeding heart, liberals! All the same!
Suddenly, the referee radioed into the Ultimate Wrestling studio control room and called the match. Word was passed along to the timekeeper who repeatedly rang the bell as "One Woman Army" by Nightcore started playing over the stadium's speakers. Referee Bob Sigro went over to android and raised her damaged arm high into the air, signifying her as the winner. The movement caused some sparks to fly out of her busted shoulder, giving a nasty shock to the referee. Sigro held his hand in frustration muttering something about "Fucking Cyborgs" before shaking the zap off and heading back toward the ring to work the main event.
Scott Slade: It's over! I can't believe it! Jeremiah Vastrix has been defeated by the cyborg named Wendy! We'll have to see how long she can keep upsetting the odds and keep this unbeaten streak alive!
Chris Rodgers: Bah! Cyborgs! Who needs them? Sure this was exciting to watch, but how is this fair to the rest of the roster! Someone needs to do something about them!
Scott Slade: Fans, we've got cut to commercial break, but when we come back, our main event of the evening between Takuma Sato and Abbigail Dresden is next! Don't you dare touch that remote!
Rose Johnston: Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight's main event will settle a grudge between former Tag Team Champions, The Young Guns! It is set for one fall and will be fought inside a steel cage! Making her way to the ring first, weighing in at 160 pounds and a height of five feet, ten inches! From Chicago, Illinois! ABBIGAIL DRESDEN!!!
Abbigail stepped out onto the stage as "The Resistance" by Skillet started to play. Abbigail's hair had been freshly dyed fuchsia pink, and she looked ready for a fight. Abby was dressed in her black spandex wrestling top and was sporting her blue and pink skort bottoms. She had blue knee and elbow pads on, as well as her black wrestling boots. The fans gave her a mixed reaction as she made her way down the makeshift aisle way to the wrestling ring, which had an enclosed steel cage lowered around it by a very old-looking construction crane.
Chris Rodgers: This is going to be a doozy! An old-school-style steel cage match. Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape; the only way out is to beat your opponent.
Scott Slade: That's right, Chris. This isn't a typical modern cage match where you can escape by climbing out or exiting through the door. I was informed Dresden specifically requested for the top of the cage to be sealed. She wants to make sure Sato pay's for breaking Valora's arm at the last Friday Night Clash.
Chris Rodgers: Hah! Good luck! Sato might be a Rebel scum bag, but he's not someone I'd want to be locked in with within the "Thunderdome." Odds are, you're not going to be the fighter walking out the winner.
Referee Bob Sigro unlocked the cell door, and Abbigail made her way up the steel steps and entered the caged wrestling ring. As her music came to a halt, "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine" started to play over the sound system. Takuma Sato walked out onto the stage in an all-black Karategi to a massive joyous roar from the Cuban fans. The Asian American martial artist raised his right fist in the air and acknowledged the crowd as he made his way down the aisle.
Rose Johnston: Her opponent! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at 200 pounds and standing at the height of five feet, nine inches. He is a former Submission Specialist Wrestling Champion! A former Tag Team Champion! A student of the art Jeet Kune Do and a master of the infamous Iron Fisted Heart Punch! T.A.K.U.M.A.!!! S.A.T.O.!!!
Scott Slade: This has all the makings of a classic. An emotionally charged match with two fighters who have a deep past.
Chris Rodgers: Look at the scowl on Dresden's face. I don't think I've ever seen her this mad. Maybe once, when we were stuck in North Korea, that was more of a fight or flight thing, though. This? This is personal. There is a profound betrayal here.
Sato approached Dresden in the ring center and bowed in front of her. The sign of respect was not well-received by Abbigail, who immediately jumped into the air and nailed Takuma in the back of the head with a mighty ax kick. The blow knocked Sato to the wrestling mat right in front of Referee Bob Sigro, who frantically began motioning for the bell. With the match officially underway, Abbigail took advantage of Sato, who was starting the match flat on his face, by stomping on him like a crazy woman.
Chris Rodgers: I can't believe Sato would do something that stupid. This woman wants to exact revenge upon him, and he's bowing in front of her?
Scott Slade: Ill-advised, for sure, he should have known to kiss any civility or rules goodbye the moment he stepped foot inside that cage.
Chris Rodgers: We'll he's getting a painful wake-up call now.
The fans booed Dresden as she picked up Sato and flung him up into the ropes. Sato was still in a daze from the ax kick he absorbed to the back of his skull. He bounced into the ropes and was met with a picture-perfect standing dropkick from his former tag team partner. The blow took Sato off his feet again and hard onto the wrestling mat. The fans were in a stew as Dresden pulled up Takuma and locked him into a front-facing headlock, and began to choke him. Sato's survival instincts took over, and he reached out, grabbing Abbigail by her leg.
Sato pulled Abbigail's right leg out from under her and dropped her to the mat with an impressive show of strength. The back of Dresden's head whacked the wrestling mat, and before she knew it, Takuma had locked her into a leg lock and ankle submission hold. The fans roared as they watched the former submission specialist champion of Ultimate Wrestling attempt to end the match with an advanced leglock. Dresden screamed in pain as she shook her head like crazy, trying to fight through the pain and crawl to the ropes.
Chris Rodgers: Impressive single leg takedown! Sato is looking to end this thing early here with a tap-out!
Scott Slade: He's going to have to break her ankle if he wants her to submit. There is no "I Quit" in the Salinas training program!
Chris Rodgers: Well, she's getting pretty damn red in the face, so she better get to those ropes fast, or else she's going to have to fight this match with only one good leg to stand on.
Abbigail dragged Sato using her rock-solid abdomen muscles and her arms to squirm and stretch her way to the bottom ring rope nearest to her. Once she had a firm grip on it, Sigro forced Sato to break the hold. Sato seemed frustrated and was slow to release the hold. He quickly got back on his feet and took his usual Bruce Lee-like stance as Abbigail got back up with a slight limp and grimacing look on her face. Sato extended his right hand and opened his palm before taunting Dresden to come at him with finger motions.
Dresden, furious at Sato's arrogance, went in full steam on the attack. She attempted a right hook that Sato blocked expertly with his arm and countered with a punch of his own. Abbigail blocked it with her forearm, and Sato returned salvo with a lightning-quick left-arm strike, but Dresden knew what was coming from their time training together and blocked it by hammering it away with her right forearm.
The two continued to impress the fans with their blindingly fast martial arts attacks, blocks, and counterattacks. The stalemate was broken when Dresden maneuvered out the way of Sato's attack and attempted a powerful straight punch. Sato sidestepped the punch and then countered with a mighty right-hand punch to the side of Abbigail's rib cage. The fans erupted the moment Abbigail screamed in pain as she stumbled backward into the ropes.
Chris Rodgers: Oooh! That'll crack a rib or two!
Scott Slade: I got to say, I'm impressed with Dresden's ability to hang with Takuma. It's easy to see she learned a lot from him during their time as a team. It's almost as if she knows what Sato is planning to do before he does it.
Chris Rodgers: Yeah, but the student seldom defeats the master. It's not like Sato is an older man past his prime. This isn't Mr. Miyagi we're talking about!
With Abbigail hurting, Sato smelled blood in the water and stormed in to attack her. Sato lunged in with some impressive arm strikes, but Abbigail managed to block them and returned salvo with a jumping knee attack which took both of Sato's arms to strike down and stop. Sato lunged in, attempting his infamous heart punch, but Abbigail avoided it by sidestepping the punch and then striking it away. Abbigail spun around and nailed Sato in the gut with an impressive Mae Geri front kick. The blow sent Sato back up against the northwest turnbuckle of the ring hard.
Dresden wasted no time and went after Sato with a spear and nailed him in the chest only moments after he'd hit the turnbuckle. The fans booed as she locked his head under her arm, jumped up onto the middle rope, and springboarded off of it, hitting an incredibly athletic Tornado D.D.T. that drove Sato's skull into the wrestling mat. Dresden expertly covered her opponent and hooked the leg, but Sato kicked out quickly before Sigro could even get to a count of two.
Scott Slade: Wow! What a manuever from Dresden!
Chris Rodgers: That was fun to watch, but it didn't seem to phase Sato all that much, Scotty.
Scott Slade: Dresden is applying her wrestling knowledge with the martial arts training she's had into a hybrid fighting style, and it seems to be working. That's something we've seen Sato display at times but never really master. I believe Abbigail had been working with him to help incorporate more traditional wrestling into his arsenal.
Both wrestlers got back up quickly and came at one another. Dresden attacked Sato immediately by jumping into the air with a flying dragon kick. Sato sidestepped it at the last second and then shoulder shrugged it away, causing Abbigail to hit the wrestling mat hard. Valora's protege got up onto her feet and shook off the embarrassing moment. The fighters once again met in the ring center, exchanging a flurry of back and forth martial attacks and blocks.
The series of exchanges was halted when Sato grabbed hold of Abbigail's right arm with his left and then struck Abbigail again in the ribs with his right fist. The blow unsettled Dresden and opened up an opportunity which Sato used to rock her with a massive uppercut to the jaw. The punch rocked Dresden and allowed Sato to knock her stupid with a powerful punch combination. The combo ended with an enormous haymaker that clubbed her so hard she fell back up against the ropes, punch drunk with only her arms hooked over the top rope, keeping her on her feet.
With Abbigail prone, Sato rushed in, jumped into the air, and nailed her with a flying piercing sidekick to her face. The kick instantly broke Abbigail's nose and knocked her skull into the back of the chainlink fencing of the cage. Dresden collapsed to her knees a fell flat on her face staining the mat with blood. Sato gave Dresden no quarter as he picked her up by her pink-colored hair and slammed her face back into the cage multiple times, cutting her forehead open. He then locked his former tag team partner into a Dragon Sleeper submission hold. The fans roared with excitement, sucked in by the extreme violence and brutality Sato was putting on display.
Chris Rodgers: This could be it! Dresden has been beaten to a bloody pulp! There's no way she's not going to pass out from that hold!
Scott Slade: I think he wants to show Valora what he has in store for her at Ultra Slam by getting a submission victory here tonight! Just look at that execution on that Dragon Sleeper!
Sato struggled to keep a tight grip on Abbigail due to all the blood she was losing. Using that to her advantage Dresden squirmed frantically and managed to slip free from Sato's hold. Much to everyone's shock, Abbigail spun Sato around and locked in a Dragon Sleeper hold on Takuma, which sent the fans into hysteria. Abbigail flipped up her blood-soaked hair and screamed like a banshee as she increased the pressure trying to get Takuma to tap out. Sato refused to give up, and Dresden abandoned the hold and instead lifted Sato for a modified power slam, but the decision backfired. Sato managed to grab hold of her head neck and squirm back down to the mat with the Dragon Sleeper hold once again applied on Dresden firmly.
Scott Slade: Incredible stuff by these two athletes! Multiple reversals, and now Dresden finds herself fighting to stay conscious once again against one of, if not the best, submission fighters on the roster!
Chris Rodgers: Valora has to be pulling her hair out right now back in Mexico! Hahaha! Don't worry, Salinas; this will be over soon!
Scott Slade: I'm not sure about that, Chris! Look at Dresden! She's refusing to quit! She is trying to fight out of that hold again for a second time.
Sato felt his grip on bloody Dresden begin to slip again and, in a panic, took Abbigail to the wrestling mat with an inverted swinging neck breaker. Dresden laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily, her skin soaked crimson and her hair stuck to her forehead. Sato rolled on top of Abbigail and unleashed an onslaught of brutal direct punches to her face. When he finished beating on her, Takuma got up and raised his blood-soaked right fist high into the air. The Cuban fans started to chant his name as he pulled Abbigail up by her hair ruthlessly.
Scott Slade: I don't get it! What the hell is going on with Sato! He's got this match in the bag! Just pin her!
Chris Rodgers: No way, Slade! This is what Dresden wanted! She's the one that challenged him to this cage match! He wants to teach her a lesson she'll never forget! He's got to put the student in her place!
Scott Slade: That's not the Sato I know! The Sato I know is a sportsman of the highest integrity. He's never come out looking to put someone in the hospital purposely.
Chris Rodgers: Oh, please! That heart punch of his is practically lethal! Plus, we're talking about a man who survived the horrors of the Death Sport tournament here! There isn't a single one of us who came back from that experience the same.
Scott Slade: I... I...
Chris Rodgers: Ahh, quit being such a pansy and watch the match, Slade!
With Abbigail in his clutches, Sato locked her between his legs. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her for a powerbomb in the process. However, the move backfired when Dresden, running on fumes and instinct, wrapped her strong legs around Sato's head and neck, and Hurricanrana'ed him to the wrestling and then held onto his legs for a pin. Referee Bob Sigro dove to the mat and started his count immediately.
Scott Slade: What a move! She holds it for a pin! O.N.E.!!! T.W.O.!!! NO!!! Sato kicked out at the last possible second!
Chris Rodgers: Jesus! He would have never lived that down! Come on, Sato, get your head in the game!
Scott Slade: I think Sato got too confident and almost paid the price right there. This girl was trained by quite possibly the most significant female wrestler in the history of the sport. He's been acting as if he taught Abbigail everything she knows about fighting, which just isn't the case!
Chris Rodgers: I can tell you, for a fact! Anything Sato taught her was way more valuable than what that dumb Latina taught her!
Both fighters got to their feet simultaneously, and Sato was the first to strike. Abbigail read his movements and caught his arm, and Ipponseoi slammed Sato onto the wrestling mat and then locked him into a sitting armbar submission using her arms and legs to contort Sato's limb. Sato screamed in pain as he pounded on Dresden's legs trying desperately to force her to break the hold. Desperate to get out of the hold and too far away to reach a rope, Sato expertly exploited a sensitive pressure point with his finger's behind Abbigail's knee.
Lightning pain shot throughout Dresden's leg and forced her to break the hold. Sato immediately rolled away from her and got up off the wrestling mat and back into a fighting stance. Abbigail soon followed, and once again, the two fighters met in the ring center, exchanging blows and blocks at a much slower pace than when the match first began. It was clear Sato was winded, and Dresden was starting to feel the effects of losing so much blood. Eventually, Dresden missed a punch, and Sato darted around her wrapped her up with his arms.
Dresden muscled out of the reverse grapple and grabbed Staro's right arm, placing him in a stand armbar. Sato used his agility to flip and roll out of it and then reverse the hold by not letting go of Abbigail. Sato then grabbed Dresden by the back of her hair and yanked her down to the wrestling mat to get better leverage on the submission hold. Sigro warned Sato for the hair pull, but the martial artist ignored him and continued to apply pressure to the hold he had on his former tag partner.
Things were looking bad for Abbigail until she incredibly kipped up, and then Irish whipped Sato to the wrestling mat. Sato quickly jumped back up to get knocked to the wrestling mat again from a super sweeping leg kick from Abbigail, which silenced the fans. Abb's dove onto Sato and hooked his leg, and sigro followed to the mat for the count.
Chris Rodgers: What in the holy hell?
Scott Slade: Beautiful leg sweep! Cover! O.N.E.! T.W.O.! No! Sato kicked out just in time!
Chris Rodgers: I'm all for punishing Valora's pupil, but this is the second time Sato's almost lost this match. At some point, you got to count your blessing and take the win when the opportunity presents itself. Otherwise, this little wench is going to steal an undeserving victory, damn it!
Scott Slade: I somewhat agree... I guess... The longer this match goes, the stronger Dresden seems to get.
**Chris Rodgers: It's that Salinas rage that's been instilled in her. We've seen it with Valora in the past. When these two "She-Hulks" get fired up, it's like trying to take down raging a bull!
With Sato still shaking off the attack he'd just suffered, Dresden went the closest turnbuckle and aggressively ripped off the padding, exposing the bare metal. She then turned around just in time to duck a sidekick meant for her head and uppercut Sato in the groin as he flew over her. Sato collapsed to the mat in obvious pain as Referee Bob Sigro got in Abbigails face about the illegal move. The bloodied fighter shoved Sigro out of her way and then grabbed Sato by the scruff of his black Karategi and pulled him up onto his feet before slamming his face against the exposed turnbuckle a ferocious five times, busting him open in the process.
With Sato a dazed bloody mess, she hooked his leg and then picked him, locking her other arm around his head. She circled the ring carrying Sato with a sadistic look on her bloodstained face as the fans booed and cussed at her. Then without warning, she jumped into the air and came slamming down, driving Sato's tailbone and spine into the wrestling mat. She immediately wrapped Sato up into a pin bending him into a triangle in the process as referee Bob Sigro drove to the mat for the count.
Scott Slade: BAD MAGICK!!! BAD MAGICK!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! NO!!!!!!!!
Chris Rodgers: What a kick out! After getting low blowed! Beaten to a pulp and his spine crushed, the MASTER still manages to kick out! Look at the look on Dresden's face! She can't believe it! She's in utter shock!
Scott Slade: She can't believe it? I can't freaking believe it! Sato refuses to lose!
Dresden picked up Takuma and whipped him into the steel cage, but Sato got his leg up and halted his momentum. He then sprung off the chainlink fencing with his left foot and nailed Abbigail in the chin with a superkick with his right. The pop echoed in the open baseball stadium as Dresden collapsed a bloody mess onto the wrestling mat. Every single Cuban shot up out of the chairs in a roar of excitement from the massive impact. Sato then uncharacteristically pointed up to the sky. A sky that was now filled with fiery red smoke from the explosion that had been caused earlier in the evening by W.E.N.D.E. batting Jeremiah's cybernetic eye out of the park.
With the fans a buzz, Sato climbed up onto the turnbuckle and made his way to the top rope. Blood gushed from the open wound in his forehead and dripped all the wrestling mats canvas as he waited like a perched cat ready to pounce on his unsuspecting prey. Abigail began to stir and then mustered the strength to get back up onto her feet. With her vision blurred from the concussive impact she absorbed, she was a sitting duck for Sato. The martial artist jumped off the top turnbuckle with his fist cocked back and rocked Abbigail straight in the chest with a super iron-fisted heart punch. Abbigail flew back flat on her ass and began to convulse in the ring immediately.
Chris Rodgers: Heart Punch! An insane heart punch from the top rope! Dresden is down! Dresden down, and she's not getting up from that!
Scott Slade: Holy shit! We need the medical team, stat! We haven't seen some take that punch in quite some time!
Chris Rodgers: I told you, Slade! That thing is lethal! Dresden's turning blue! Hahahaha! I love it! I can only imagine all the things Valora is breaking in her living room right now watching this!
Scott Slade: You're a sick bastard, you know that
Chris Rodgers: Whatever, Slade!
Sato stood where he'd landed in the ring center and watched his former tag team partner begin to froth at the mouth. Referee Bob Sigro immediately called for the bell in a panic and demanded that the steel cage be raised. "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine started to play as the crane began to lift the cage up off the wrestling ring. Dr. William Drake and the Medical team rushed down with a defibrillator and immediately began to do chess compressions before shocking Dresden's heart back into action.
Scott Slade: Oh, thank God... I have to be careful here, but I think they've restarted Abby's heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I think she's going to be okay.
Chris Rodgers: Yeah, you can stop crying now, you snowflake lib-tards! The She-Hulk is going to live like there was any question in that. Probably take a silver bullet to put that bi...
Scott Slade: Hey, watch your mouth, Rodgers! That's a human being down there! People care about her! I'm not going to sit you here and listen to your spew your garbage! Dresden gave it everything she had, and hopefully, she's going to be okay!
Chris Rodgers: What? What? What did I say?
Scott Slade: Fans, we are out of time! We will have more news on Abbigail's condition on the UltimateWrestling.com medical report page. I'll leave you all with this. Takuma Sato best watch his back after tonight because Valora Salinas will be out for blood!
Sato turned his back once he'd seen that Abbigail was stabilized and breathing again. He exited the ring with his head hung low, clearly not proud of what he'd done. Meanwhile, the medical team placed Dresden on a stretcher and strapped her down. Dr. Drake barked at the unit to wheel her back quickly to the ambulance, waiting to take her to the nearest hospital.
Two Hours Later
Cuba: Estadio Latinoamericano
Wendy the W.E.N.D.E android stood in the VIP parking lot outside the stadium, waiting for her ride. Her artificial intelligence persona was happy with how her fight with Jeremiah Vastrix had gone. She'd proved to him and herself that she was the superior of the two. Anderson had held up his part of the deal and had pointed Wendy toward a man named Urizar. Cardinal Urizar was a board member of the inner circle of Michael Vastrix's War Hammer organization. Anderson told her she was part of a rogue program that Urizar had set up in Africa called "Skunkworks" and that she'd been created for a project called "Titanium Angels," and that this was all that he knew.
It was more information than Wendy was expecting to get from Anderson. She was suspicious how a Vice President of a wrestling federation could have enough power and influence to gather classified War Hammer information. However, she wasn't about to torture and interrogate the only person who'd actually helped put her on a path that might lead to her finding out about her past. One thing she was sure of, Jeremiah Vastrix, was someone she needed to muscle some answers out of.
Suddenly, the rear entrance door swung open, and out rolled the completely blind Jeremiah in a wheelchair with Kronin Reinhardt pushing him from behind. Kara Reinhardt was also with Kronin and Jeremiah, following shortly behind them as they exited the stadium. Wendy's eyes pulsed bright green as she locked in on the man she was convinced knew more information about her creation. When Kronin saw Wendy, he stopped suddenly, which caused Jeremiah to wonder what was going.
Jeremiah: Why'd we stop?
Wendy: YOU! I'm not finished with you yet, Papa's boy!
Jeremiah: Oh no... Kronin, get me the fuck out of here!
Cassandra: Kronin, it appears that the assumption of the Ultimate Wrestling staff that Wendy is a cyborg is an incorrect hypothesis. My scans and analysis have revealed that Wendy is, in actuality, an Android. A complete synthezoid being with artificial intelligence that even exceeds my ability to replicate and emulate human emotions.
Kronin: Fascinating... so why is she so angry?
Cassandra: Inconclusive, although her anger seems directed at our blind companion in the wheelchair...
Wendy rushed toward them, attempting to get to Jeremiah, but Kronin jumped in front of the cyborg in the wheelchair and kicked the Android straight in the chest with a solid front kick. Wendy flew back onto the pavement, landed on her rear end, and then used her momentum to roll back up and spring onto her feet. She immediately charged right back at Kronin, and the two began to exchange strikes and blocks at a rate that rivaled Sato and Dresden earlier in the night.
Even with Cassandra's help, the speed at which Wendy began to move at was too much for Kronin; she eventually nailed him with a powerful front push kick. The blow sent Kronin flying back into Jeremiah's lap and caused them both to roll back into the stadium's cement wall. Kara wasted no time and sprinted in, catching Wendy off guard as she jumped high into the air and nailed the Android straight in the head with an incredible helicopter kick.
The blow knocked the android onto the pavement, and as she was attempting to get back up off the ground, Kara's side flipped into the air in a cartwheel motion and stomped down on the back of Wendy's head as she came down, driving her face-first into the concrete. The blow dented Wendy's nose flat and cracked and splintered her the exotic materials that made up her face. Kara then turned around to check on her brother, who was already back on his feet. Jeremiah seemed to be panicking and having flashbacks from the North Korea fiasco where he'd spent a significant amount of time blind as well.
Kronin: Don't stop, Kara! She's not human at all! She won't be down for long!
Kara: Right! Wait, she's what?
Jeremiah: She's a fucking soulless robot!
Kara turned back around to see their attacker already getting back onto her feet. Suddenly the sound of multiple rocket propulsion systems roaring in the distance caught everyone's attention. The entire group looked up into the air to see a squadron of armored humanoids flying toward them. The Titanium Angels that Andreson had spoken of earlier on the phone had arrived under Cardinal Urizar's orders. Without warning, the twelve Titanium Angel androids landed in the empty parking lot and began to march toward the group.
The Angels were made of pure titanium and were dressed in authoritarian black uniforms with gold buttons. They sported 1930's style police caps that had been glued to their robotic skulls. On the caps were metallic golden shields with a hammer imprinted on them. They could audibly hear every step they took as they stomped authoritatively toward them. The setting sun reflected off their dark-tinted glass visors as they, in unison, all raised their right arms and pointed at the group while making a fist.
Kronin: Cassandra, what the hell are those things?
Cassandra: They appear to be highly armed androids Kronin. I suggest making a quick exit if you and your friends value your well-being.
Kronin: Everyone get down now!!!
The squadron of Angel's opened the palms of their robotic hands and out popped an assault rifle tip. The robots locked onto and aimed at Wendy as her internal gyroscope recalibrated her footing. Kronin made a mad dash toward his sister and dragged her to the ground with him as the Angels started to fire an onslaught of bullets. Wendy was a sitting duck as a swarm of thirty caliber bullets pierced her already damaged synthetic body. As she spasmed from the impacts, strange fluids, electronics, cabling, and other exotic materials littered the pavement.
Having heard the shots, Jeremiah jumped out of his wheelchair and rolled to the ground, trying his best not to get clipped. Eventually, the Angels seized their fire, and Wendy collapsed onto the pavement in her green and orange fluids. Some sparks flew out of her internal systems, the only signs of life from what Kronin and Kara could see from their vantage point.
Lead Angel: Weaponized Neutralization and Detection Entity neutralized. Initiate termination of secondary target Jeremiah Vastrix.
The Titanium Angels turned to their focus to Vastrix, who was lying on the ground looking pathetic with a blindfold over his hollowed eyes. The entire group looked as if they were experiencing the final moments of their lives until an engine's roar and then the sound of squealing rubber caught everyone's attention. A black van came to a sudden halt in between the group and the Angels. Wendy's new Android companion CORALINE, dressed in a black sweatsuit and hoody, was behind the wheel. She reached into a duffel bag next to her in the passenger seat and pulled out a sizeable Russian RPG 30 Bazooka, and pointed it out the window before firing a rocket at the Angels.
The Angels attempted to shoot the rocket down before it reached them by failed to do so in time. The missile hit the lead Angel in the chest and exploded, causing an enormous series of consecutive explosions that could be felt from miles away as, one by one, the internal power cores of the Androids went off like warheads. Stadium security guards rushed out the rear door to see what was going on outside, only to walk out to an inferno disaster in the parking lot. Kronin helped Kara and Jeremiah up off the pavement. The three of them turned around to see the five-foot-tall Coraline jump out of the van and run over to Wendy.
Kronin: Who the hell?
Cassandra: Kronin, It appears to be international teen Pop Star sensation Coraline. Author and singer of hit songs such as "Everyone's Dream" and "Monumental Me."
Kronin: Huh? You're not making any sense Cassandra.
Cassandra: She also appears to be an Android of similar design to our green-eyed antagonist sputtering out on the pavement.
Coraline: Don't just stand there, you three! Please help me get Wendy in the van before more of those things find us!
Jeremiah: I don't know what the fuck is going on! I can't see shit! Bullets are flying all over the place, and it sounds like World War Three just started! So why the hell should we help the thing just tried to off me!
Kara: Jeremiah is right. We don't know what the hell we just got sucked into.
Coralina: You're going to help us, Mr. Vastrix, because your company is responsible for our creation!
Jeremiah let out a loud sigh; suddenly, everything had become clear to him. This whole situation was another one of his father's sins coming back to bite him in the ass. The German twins both seemed angry as they turned their attention toward their blind cyborg companion.
Kronin: Jeremiah, I thought Valora and her friends were keeping a close eye on Hammer Industries. How the hell did manufacturing military-grade death droids go unseen!
Jeremiah: This didn't happen under my watch!
Kronin: So you're saying this another one of psychotic fathers' parting gifts to the world?
Jeremiah: Of course. Who else other than War Hammer and Michael Vastrix would be the cause of this fucking disaster.
Coraline: Hello! My friend needs my help, and I can't provide that here! I feel like repeating myself. Those scary things I just blew up, more of them heading this way to finish the job they started!
Kara: Right, come on! We'll figure this out later when we're safe. Kronin help me get Wendy in the van!
Kronin nodded, and the Germans picked up Wendy and laid her into the back of Coraline's van. Coraline jumped up and grabbed Jeremiah by his one organic ear, and pulled him down to her level before dragging him over to the passenger side door.
Jeremiah: Ouch! Ouch! What the hell is your problem?
Coraline: Get in the van Mr. Vastrix! The German dream team back there might accept that your innocent, but I don't buy it, mister!
Jeremiah: Story of my life...
Once everyone was inside, Coraline jumped back into the driver's seat and peeled out. The stadium security team stared awestruck, unable to process what had just transpired. As Coraline sped out of the parking lot, fire trucks and ambulances raced by them, going the opposite direction toward the raging fire they were leaving behind. Ultimate Wrestling had wowed the Cuban people with an incredible show, but the unknown baggage that came along with its roster had left Havanna a fiery mess.
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