283. TNA Impact Zone! Pt.2

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Then a belly to belly suplex followed by a gorilla press slam. The Impact Zone groaned as Steiner flexed and roared like a beast. Roode tried to come in, but the ref held him back, allowing the Mafia to double

team Storm. Booker slid in and landed a superkick before quickly sliding back out. Steiner went for the pin.

One… Two… No! Kickout!

Storm kicked out to a huge cheer. But he was hurt.

For the next few minutes, Steiner and Booker worked him over. Frequent tags. Quick, punishing moves. A spinebuster here. A spinning heel kick there. At one point, Steiner locked in a tight Steiner Recliner in the middle of the ring, and Storm had to crawl, inch by inch, to the bottom rope.

When he finally got there, the crowd erupted with relief.

"Storm's gotta make that tag!" Tenay shouted.

And eventually he did.

With Booker trying for a Harlem Sidekick, Storm ducked and dove toward his corner. The tag to Roode was electric.

Roode came in like a man possessed. Clotheslines. A flying forearm. A beautiful spinebuster to Booker. Then he whipped Steiner off the ropes and dropped him with a Blockbuster. The crowd chanted "Beer Money!" over and over as Roode shouted for Storm to get up.

Storm, still dazed but moving, re entered the ring. They lifted Booker for the DWI, Drinking While Investing, their signature double team finisher.

But Steiner rushed in to break it up only to get caught with a Last Call Superkick from Storm!

Roode lifted Booker again, Storm helped complete the rotation, BOOM!

DWI connects!

Roode covered.

One… Two… THREE!

DING DING DING!

The crowd exploded.

"Here are your winners… and still TNA World Tag Team Champions… James Storm and Bobby Roode! Beer Money Incorporated!"

James Storm and Bobby Roode rolled to their knees, breathing hard, sweat dripping but their hands raised high as the referee returned their titles. They embraced briefly, bumping foreheads and letting the moment sink in.

"Beer Money does it again!" Tenay called. "Still your double tag team champions of FCW and TNA!"

"This wasn't just a win, Mike," Don West added, "This was a statement. These guys are the best tag team on the planet, period."

Storm climbed the ropes, hoisting the FCW title in one hand and the TNA title in the other. Roode did the same across the ring. The fans were on their feet, chanting and applauding the war they had just witnessed.

In the background, Booker and Steiner rolled out of the ring, humiliated. Booker barked something angrily to the camera, and Steiner smashed a chair against the barricade in frustration before they both disappeared up the ramp.

Meanwhile, Sandro stood backstage watching from the monitor, arms crossed, belts draped over his shoulders. A small smile tugged at the edge of his mouth. His people were delivering. Beer Money had set the tone. It was going to be a hell of a night.

Back in the ring, Storm grabbed a microphone, catching his breath as the music died down.

"TNA! FCW! You lookin' at the best damn tag team walkin' God's green Earth!"

Roode took the mic from him. "We're not done tonight. This is just the beginning. The Forbidden Door is just the beginning and today is our statement that we're walking over all tag teams in this business with gold on both shoulders."

The crowd chanted "Beer! Money!" louder than ever.

As they exited the ring, slapping hands on their way up the ramp, the camera panned to the announce desk, where Tenay and West hyped up what was still to come singles matches, title defenses, and the eventual main event featuring Sandro.

But for now, the first shot had been fired and that the bar had been set sky high.

The energy inside the Impact Zone was electric. The crowd was still buzzing from Beer Money's thrilling victory when the lights dimmed slightly, and a familiar entrance theme hit the speakers.

The fans roared to life.

Rebecca Knox, FCW Divas Champion, TNA Knockouts Champion, strode onto the stage, draped in gold, her trademark cocky grin tugging at her lips.

The badass tomboy persona was on full display leather jacket slung over her shoulders, dark jeans, and her unmistakable swagger as she walked down the ramp, her eyes sweeping the sea of fans.

The cheers only grew louder as she raised both belts high over her head. Signs waved in the crowd, "Rebecca 4 Life!", "Double Champ!", "Queen of FCW & TNA!" She took a moment to acknowledge them, tapping her chest and pointing to the crowd with a smirk. This wasn't arrogance it was pride, earned from years of fighting her way up.

The bell rang, and the ring announcer's voice echoed through the arena,

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the TNA Knockouts Championship! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing 135 pounds… she is the FCW Divas Champion AND the TNA Knockouts Champion… Rebecca Knox!"

Rebecca slid into the ring, popping up to her feet and climbing the turnbuckle, holding both titles high as camera flashes sparkled through the crowd. She pounded her chest once, hopped down, and leaned casually in her corner, rolling her neck, shaking out her arms.

Then the mood shifted.

Velvet Sky's theme hit, and the fans instantly showered her with boos and catcalls. Velvet strutted onto the stage in full heel mode, flaunting her confidence, hips swaying, blowing exaggerated kisses to the crowd. She invited the reaction, smirking at the whistles and jeers. The fans might not like her but they were paying attention.

The announcer's voice rang out again:

"And her opponent, from The Big Apple, weighing 126 pounds… Velvet Sky!"

Velvet entered the ring, posing seductively on the ropes, drawing even louder boos. She winked at the camera, flicking her hair back before sliding into her corner with a dismissive glance at Rebecca.

Rebecca simply smirked, tapping her temple as if to say, I'm ready for whatever you've got.

The referee approached Rebecca first. She handed over both belts without hesitation, the FCW Divas Championship passed to the ring crew, then the TNA Knockouts title raised high for the crowd to see before it too was handed off. The ref gave final instructions, glanced between both women, and signaled for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Mike Tenay's voice cut in right away, "Here we go, Don! This is going to be a barnburner. Rebecca Knox, double champion, putting the TNA Knockouts Championship on the line against the dangerous and crafty Velvet Sky."

"Oh, no doubt, Mike!" Don West agreed. "Rebecca's been on fire lately, but Velvet, she's no pushover. This is going to be a chess match and a brawl!"

They circled. Rebecca tested Velvet with a few feints, then moved in for a collar and elbow tie up. Velvet yanked her into a side headlock, wrenching it tight, grinding her forearm across Rebecca's ear.

But Rebecca, ever the technician, worked her way out pushing Velvet to the ropes, shooting her off, and dropping to the mat as Velvet rebounded. Leapfrog. Drop down. Rebecca sprung up and caught Velvet on the return with a beautiful arm drag.

The crowd cheered as Velvet scrambled to her feet only to get arm dragged again. Rebecca kept hold this time, twisting into an armbar on the mat, grinding down on Velvet's shoulder.

"Rebecca showing her technical prowess here, Don!" Tenay called. "This is where she shines, controlling the pace, grounding her opponent."

Velvet kicked her legs, gritting her teeth, reaching for the ropes. She finally wriggled a foot onto the bottom rope, forcing the break.

Rebecca backed off clean, hands raised, cocky grin still on her face. Velvet fumed, shaking out her arm, mouthing off at the crowd.

They circled again, Velvet went for a lock up, but at the last second faked low and raked Rebecca's eyes. The ref reprimanded her, but Velvet didn't care. She yanked Rebecca by the hair, slammed her face first into the turnbuckle, then laid in a series of sharp kicks to the ribs.

"Classic Velvet Sky, cutting corners whenever she can!" West groaned.

Velvet whipped Rebecca across the ring hard into the opposite corner. She followed up with a running clothesline, then a snapmare into a stiff kick to the back. Velvet blew a kiss to the crowd, then dropped down for the cover.

One… Two… Kickout!

Rebecca powered out, but Velvet didn't let up. She slapped on a rear chinlock, driving her knee into Rebecca's back, pulling her hair as she wrenched back on the hold.

The crowd clapped and stomped, rallying behind the champion.

"Rebecca! Rebecca!"

Rebecca pounded the mat, shaking her fists, feeding off the energy. She worked her way to her knees then her feet. Elbow to the gut. Another. Velvet tried to pull her back down but Rebecca broke free, ran the ropes—

—and leveled Velvet with a running forearm smash!

Both women down. The referee began the count.

One… Two… Three…

Rebecca stirred, shaking out the cobwebs.

Four… Five…

Velvet crawled toward the ropes.

Six… Seven…

Rebecca pulled herself up in the corner.

They met in the center, Rebecca ducked a clothesline, hit the ropes, and came back with a flying crossbody! She rolled through, fired up, and hit a running dropkick as Velvet staggered up. Rebecca climbed to the second turnbuckle and launch a missile dropkick!

She hooked the leg.

One… Two… No!

Velvet kicked out just in time.

Mike Tenay's voice rose with the excitement, "Rebecca is rolling now, Don! She's digging deep!"

Rebecca slapped the mat, motioning for Velvet to get up. As Velvet stumbled to her feet, Rebecca went for her finish but Velvet slipped out, shoved her into the ropes, and hit a sudden bulldog!

Velvet smirked, crawled over, and draped herself across Rebecca lazily.

One… Two… No!

Rebecca kicked out, and Velvet slammed her fists on the mat, screaming at the referee.

"She's getting frustrated now, Mike," Don West noted. "Velvet's thrown her best shot and Rebecca's still in this!"

Velvet dragged Rebecca up by the hair, setting up for her In Yo' Face finisher but Rebecca twisted free, grabbed Velvet by the waist—

—German suplex! Bridged beautifully.

One… Two… NO!

The crowd groaned as Velvet just barely escaped.

Rebecca took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her brow, and pulled Velvet up again. She went for another suplex, but Velvet elbowed her way out, sending Rebecca to her knees. Velvet ran the ropes charging in for a running knee but Rebecca exploded up with a sudden Bexploder Suplex!

The crowd was on their feet.

Rebecca roared, slapping her chest, pointing to the turnbuckle.

"She's going up, Don!" Tenay shouted.

Rebecca climbed to the top rope, steadying herself. Velvet staggered to her feet—Rebecca flew—

—Missile dropkick to the chest!

Velvet crumpled. Rebecca crawled over, hooked both legs.

One… Two… THREE!

DING DING DING!

The Impact Zone exploded in cheers.

"Here is your winner… and still TNA Knockouts Champion… Rebecca Knox!"

Rebecca sat on her knees, head back, eyes closed in relief, grinning wide as the referee handed her both titles. She rose to her feet, holding them high, one in each hand, as the crowd chanted her name.

"Rebecca Knox proving once again why she's the double champion," Mike Tenay said proudly. "What a match!"

"She just keeps raising the bar, Mike," Don West added. "Nobody's touching her right now."

Rebecca climbed the turnbuckle, raising the belts as camera flashes went off all around her. She slapped hands with fans at ringside, then turned back to the ring to see Velvet rolling out, frustrated, yelling at the referee on her way up the ramp.

In the ring, Rebecca called for a microphone. She waited for the crowd to quiet slightly, then grinned, lifting the TNA title.

"You see this?* she said, her Irish accent thick with pride. "This means I run this division. And you see this one" — lifting the FCW Divas title — "this means I'm doing it in two places at once!"

The crowd erupted.

"I don't care who's next. I don't care if it's TNA, FCW, or someone walkin' in from the outside. You want this gold? You come get it. Because I'm not backin' down from anyone!" She dropped the mic with a metallic thud, raising both belts high once more as her music hit. The camera followed her up the ramp, where she paused at the stage, turning to face the crowd, holding both titles aloft, soaking in the deafening cheers.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 19 (2009)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style

Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)

Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion