Wrestlefest XXXVII Live Broadcast #2
Viviana vaults over the top rope, stunning Brooks with a dropkick, forcing him to break the hold. Finally free, Spencer limps to the corner, where he makes the official tag with Viviana. Brooks does the same.
“Oh boy,” Scott chuckles. “Here we go. This is what Savvy Skye has been waiting for.”
A grin appears on Savvy’s red lips as she slowly steps through the ropes. She meets her old rival in the middle of the squared circle, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. They stop mere inches apart, toe-to-toe, neither willing to back down.
“Why don’t you just go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, Skye? You’re just a washed-up has-been, looking to see her name in lights one more time.”
Skye’s tongue swipes across her teeth with a chuckle, looking out at the crowd, before she kicks Viviana in the knee.
“Skye attacks Viviana’s knee!”
“That’s the same knee Viviana injured in their street fight a few years ago,” Jude explains as Savvy continues to attack the bad knee.
Viviana cries out in pain, trying to claw her way out of the ring.
Skye doesn’t let her, dragging her to the adjacent corner and climbing up the turnbuckle.
She perches on the top rope with perfect balance, looking out at the crowd as they cheer her on.
She winks at Brooks before launching into a moonsault.
“The Last Kiss by Skye! Will it be enough?”
The referee falls to the mat when Savvy hooks the leg to cover her opponent. 1…2…Viviana lurches forward, kicking out.
“No! Kick out at two and a half.”
Skye sits up, frustrated, and climbs to her feet to meet her partner for a hushed conversation. He pulls back in shock, but she nods, encouraging him. His shoulders fall with a sigh, dropping from the apron to the ground. Brooks lifts the skirt to dig around under the ring.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Spencer yells, but goes unanswered. The crowd roars when Brooks yanks a ladder out and slides it into the ring. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“This is all legal in a No Disqualifications match,” Jude explains as the referee takes a step back from the chaos happening in the ring.
Savvy forces her opponent up to her feet and stoops down to hoist Viviana onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
With the ladder laid out on the canvas, Skye turns in a circle to look Spencer in the eye as she launches his wife onto the ladder.
Viviana’s legs take most of the impact, and she screams out, clutching her leg as she rolls away in agony.
“Fireman’s Carry onto the ladder, but instead of going for the back, she went for the injured knee,” Jude explains.
“Skye is showcasing her veteran skills tonight. She didn’t come back just to win, but to dismantle her opponents piece by piece.
I don’t think Viviana will walk out of this match the same, Scott. ”
“She’s reminding everyone why she still holds the record for longest reigning Women’s Champ,” Scott adds.
“You bitch!” Spencer yells, leaning over the ropes to sneer at Savvy.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Skye retorts, shoving him off the ropes and onto the ground.
She grabs the ladder, lifts it upright, and snaps it open in the center of the ring.
She doesn’t climb it, though. Not yet. Instead, she drags Viviana over and threads her injured leg through one of the bottom rungs, trapping it.
Climbing the nearby turnbuckle, it looks like she might be preparing for a dropkick, but Spencer jumps up on the apron and swipes her feet from under her.
“Spencer knew he had to do something,” Jude says. “If she landed that blow, this match was over!”
The crowd gasps as Savvy falls to the apron and then to the ground. She clutches her back as Brooks drops from his spot and rushes to her side.
“This is awesome!” The crowd chants as the four wrestlers try to regain their bearings.
“They are right, this is awesome!” Scott exclaims.
“These men need to get the women on their feet so they can tag in and finish the match, though. Neither one is the legal man right now,” Jude says.
Spencer drags Viviana to their corner to do just that. Now the legal man, he dives through the ropes straight into Brooks and Savvy. The impact sends all three of them into the barricade, and the crowd erupts.
“Suicide dive by Austin! There are bodies everywhere, Jude!” Scott yells at the sight of the three wrestlers sprawled on the floor.
“Austin knew he had to do something to change the course of this match,” Jude says. “But he took a good hit to the head with that dive, and it looks like Brooks will be the first to his feet. He needs to get Skye back into the ring and make the tag.”
Brooks Taylor helps his partner back into the ring before he returns to their corner, where he climbs out of the ropes, planting both feet on the apron. Holding the tag rope attached to the turn buckle, he extends his hand out to Savvy, who quickly slaps it, rolling out of the way.
“Tag!” The referee shouts.
Spencer Austin returns to the ring, locking eyes with Taylor. Each man sprints, meeting in the center and striking one another with hard punches.
Brooks ducks to avoid a final punch, stepping behind his opponent. He wraps his arm around Spencer’s waist and lifts him off his feet.
“German suplex!” Jude calls.
Spencer rolls through, but Taylor nails him with a running knee to the jaw. The crowd cheers as Spencer falls to the mat and Brooks goes for the Legacy Lock.
Locking in the submission hold, Spencer cries out in pain, too far from the rope, but not too far from the ladder.
He musters up enough resolve to roll forward, twisting free from the hold and sending Taylor into the ropes.
Spencer scrambles to his feet and up the ladder, perching himself at the top.
“What’s he doing up there?” Scott questions no one in particular. “Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?”
“I sure hope not. There’s no way he can do it without injuring himself,” Jude says.
Spencer watches Brooks regain his bearings, waiting until the very last moment to jump off the top of the ladder.
He somersaults through the air in his signature four-fifty splash.
Brooks shifts out of the way, and Spencer’s landing misses.
He lands awkwardly on his already sore ankle, and a sickening crunch echoes through the ring. Spencer screams out in pain.
“That’s the same ankle Brooks Taylor has been targeting all night. This could be a game changer,” Jude says. “I think it might be seriously injured.”
Brooks takes advantage of his opponent’s newest injury, rolling him up for the pin. The referee slams his hand down on the mat.
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