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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:04:46 GMT -6
Opening Segment
"Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins plays over the sound system as bottle rockets are set off in the UCI Warehouse. The crowd of a few hundred cheer as the small 'pyros' go off overhead.
Crowd: UCI UCI UCI!
The minor popping of the bottle rockets echo throughout the warehouse as fans wave their signs and jump up and down.
As Danger Zone dies down, the lights go dark as a single spotlight is pointed in the direction of the entrance way. Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as Spencer Adams steps through the curtain, encouraging the crowd to keep up the chant as he smiles ear to ear.
Crowd: SPEN-CER A-DAMS! SPEN-CER A-DAMS! SPEN-CER A-DAMS!
He stops for a moment, waiting for the applause to die down as he lifts as mic to his mouth.
Spencer Adams: Did you miss me?
The crowd roars even louder, the energy echoing off the warehouse walls.
Spencer Adams: I can feel the energy in this place and I fucking love you guys for that, but tonight isn’t about me, tonight is about-
Crowd: U-C-I! U-C-I! U-C-I! U-C-I!
Spencer Adams: Yes! More specifically, we have twenty six of the absolute best stepping in the ring tonight to compete in a tournament to crown the inaugral UCI world champion!
More cheering as “Open the Source” by Paolo Pavan plays over the sound system. The crowd’s cheers quickly turns to boos and their faces melt into scowls as Benjamin Atreyu emerges with a wide smile on his face. John Gable follows with no fan-fare on his part; just texting on his phone, not paying attention to the event occurring around him. Benjamin has his own microphone which he raises to his lips as the crowd simmers down.
Benjamin Atreyu: Oh yes, what a familiar sound. Love one figurehead, but hate the real genius? I see how it is, but nevertheless, despite your opinion of me, here I am and here I shall stay, because despite what some may tell you, it takes more than one...lousy mind to make decisions. Isn’t that right, Gable?
Benjamin turns to Gable who is still texting on his phone.
John Gable: L-O-L. At dumb event with friends. Can’t wait for it to be over.
Benjamin Atreyu: Gable!
Gable looks up and sees Spence and Benjamin looking at him.
John Gable: What? Not you guys...other friends...but the same event though…
Gable goes back to texting.
John Gable: Place is such a money pit. Like S-M-H. Please kill me now. J-K, just kill everyone else.
Benjamin shakes his head and brings the microphone back to his lips.
Benjamin Atreyu: Despite the demeanor of my co-worker here, I can assure you, we are all very excited to have this first episode of Overload underway with a packed card. Paths will be decided tonight, alliances will be made, and some will be broken. This federation, for many, is a new start, and to others, it is their FIRST start. Doors will open just as quickly as others close, but I assure you, no matter the outcome...all the good outcomes were from my awesome booking, and all the lackluster matches were these two…
Spencer Adams places a hand over Benjamin’s microphone before speaking into his own.
Spencer Adams: We, as the creative authority, hope everyone here and at home enjoys the show!
“Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins plays as all three men head back behind the curtain.
S t i l l e t t o (Diavolo & Thursday Kerrigan) vs Burn Out & Edward Thorton Jr. Heston Meeks, the weakass dumb looking ring announcer fumbles with his cue cards - dropping one like a complete fucking dunce before composing himself.Heston Meeks: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS THE OPENING CONTEST IN UCI HISTORY, INTRODUCING FIRST HE IS THE MASTER OF DISASTER, THE MANGLER OF MEN, HE IS...BURN O-Suddenly Heston’s microphone is completely killed as the lights fall to darkness, the crowd reacts with a perfunctory cheer as the first riff of Dreamhouse by Deafheaven begins to ring out through the arena. At the top of the ramp dual spotlights fall in place one at each side, a contrast of light and dark, crimson and gold. Stood in the golden glow is the Six Goddess Thursday Kerrigan, attired in her flowing yellow cloak and diamond encrusted mask; stood across from her is DIAVOLO - her red cloak wrapped tightly around her curves and a smile across her similarly toned lips.The spotlights are killed and the whole rampway is illuminated with Hollywood-esque lighting from below, strobing in an epileptic killing fashion as the two women slink side by side to the ring, ignoring the crowd reaction, the non-stop flash photography blending in with the strobe lights. As they reach the bottom of the ramp, from the staging to either side emerge twin luminous, precious jewel encrusted ‘thrones’, carried by four masked men a piece - the two women are gracefully swept skyward and carried toward the apron where they both depart and in symbiosis enter the ring - Thursday hopping over the top rope and Alessandra slowly and seductively sliding under the bottom rope. Reuniting again in the middle of the ring, back to back - holding this pose for a few moments before the house lights return. Crowd: HOLY SHIT - HOLY SHIT - HOLY SHIT.“Battle Born” by the Killers hits to a lukewarm reception. The curtain parts as Edward Thorton Jr. makes his way down the ramp, a smile plastered across his face. He enthusiastically slaps every hand, stopping at the bottom of the ramp to reach over and hug a little boy - his son - and hug an older man next to him that can only be assumed to be his father, Edward Thorton, Sr.Michael Stelzner: This man is a second generation talent, son of a legend in the territories. What will Eddie Thorton do on his own? Can he live up to the legacy of his family?Christopher Morrell: No. Justin Chambers: #TeamEdward.Thorton rolls into the ring and poses, smiling proudly as the crowd gives a light cheer. He leans back in his corner, waiting for his partner.“I...AM...AN...AMERICAN BADASS!’Rolling toward the ring with early noughties nostalgia is the one and only Burn Out. He raises his hand as he steps of his chopper, to the boos of the crowd. Michael Stelzner: Not the reception Burn Out wanted I’m sure. He hasn’t made himself the most affable person this week across social media.Christopher Morrell: I was his first follower. Burn Out da bess.Justin Chambers: Hear those boos you biking fucka? *X-PAC HEAT ACTIVATED*The competitors are all in the ring now, Burn Out shoves Edward and points to apron, the young Thornton acquiesces and steps through the ropes to allow his burly partner to start the match. Alessandra and Thursday appear to be similarly engaging in a tiff...before firing their hands out in front of them. Thursday holds two fingers out while Alessandra has her fist closed - with a smile Alessandra prods Thursday jokingly on the forehead as she steps to the centre ring to engage with Burn Out. When...out of nowhere Burn Out blindsides Edward Thornton Jr and sends him flying from the apron, crashing him chest first into the guard rail. Michael Stelzner: Was that necessary?Christopher Morrell: No but it was fuckin funny.Justin Chambers: NO! Ay Eddie want a hand bruh?The bell rings and we have the first ever staredown in UCI history, the towering Burn Out and DIAVOLO face to face, well, face to chest. Burn Out raises his arms in mockery, before holding an arm out for a test of strength. DIAVOLO hears the rising build of excitement and gives a smile, nodding her head in acknowledgement and raises her own hand toward his - before balling her hand into a fist and with all her might smashing Burn Out straight in the groin.Michael Stelzner: What the hell?!The referee immediately steps between the two combatants and begins admonishing DIAVOLO. Michael Stelzner: Damn, he’s reading her the riot act here.Justin Chambers: One more offense and she’s going to be disqualified, this is some strict ass officiating.Edward Thornton pulls himself up outside. As the referee is busy yelling at DIAVOLO, Thursday slinks around the apron. Running, she launches herself off for a diving double dropkick, sending Eddie back into the guardrail. Before anyone can notice, she slides underneath the ring and pops up back in her corner. In the ring, the referee signals for the match to continue, Burn Out - still struggling from the low blow staggers forward but is caught almost instantly by a flying knee sending him reeling back toward the turnbuckle. Michael Stelzner: Massive knee by DIAVOLO.Almost instantly she is on top of him, nailing him with a stiff elbow, then a second. The camera catches a flash of red as a bloody tooth is launched from the mouth of the cornered man, she nails him again, and again as his massive frame begins to sag, his legs completely gone - then almost instinctively DIAVOLO sends a boot into his temple jolting him back into consciousness - only to deliver one more pain inducing knee straight to the jaw.Justin Chambers: Fucking hell.Michael Stelzner: This is...unbelievable. He can’t even see what’s coming at this point.Christopher Morrell: I think I’m in love.DIAVOLO tags in Thursday who slinks into the ring. Burnout pushes himself up to his haunches, only to have his head driven straight back into the mat by a vicious curbstomp! Thursday is quick to fall on his back, wrapping her hands around his chin and wrenching him backwards. He yells in pain as the Six Goddess grins wickedly. Just before the American Badass can drop his hand, Thursday releases the hold. Rising to her feet, she looks down at the fallen wrestler, leaning back in her corner and raising her arms. The crowd’s reaction is mixed.Michael Stelzner: The debut of Stiletto was met with a wild ovation. But as they have viciously brutalized the man in the ring, the reception seems to be getting a little more acrimonious. Justin Chambers: She just went fucking American History X on him. No shit.Thursday bends down, staking out Burnout. As he pushes himself up once more, she throws a knee directly to the side of his head, taking him to the ground again. As he lays prone, she continues delivering vicious knee after knee to his skull before pulling the large man groggily to his feet. She drops him into the corner, walking to the opposite side of the ring. Running full-tilt, she dives for a dropkick to his throat! As he careens forward, she follows up with a vicious punt kick to the head. Meanwhile, Eddie Thornton has pulled himself back up and reaches out desperately for a tag! Burnout looks at him and shakes his head groggily.Burnout: F-f-fuck you, pussy.He climbs to his feet, putting his hands up in a fighting stance as he squares off with Thursday. She acquiesces, going into a mockery of his own stance, her slasher smile widening. His first jab connects, his arm too shaky to do much damage to the woman half his size. The second one misses, and Thursday throws him to the ground with a judo toss. Michael Stelzner: It is seemingly more likely that Burnout is concussed. Justin Chambers: So much for not wanting to fight women.On the outside of the ring, a stumbling Eddie Thornton is trying valiantly to make his way back to the apron - only to be nailed from behind by DIAVOLO, steel chair in hand. Michael Stelzner: HEY REF WHAT ARE YOU-Inside the ring Thursday is engaging in a conversation with the referee regarding the condition of Burn Out. She seems to be pleading for the match to be stopped. For every gestating plea on the inside comes another blindsided chairshot. One...two...three...the blows are innumerous as they continue to rain down on the undefended, now prone Edward Thornton Jr. Christopher Morrell: For fucks sake ref. OUTSIDE THE FUCKING RING.The crowd is baying at the referee but Thursday keeps on talking, cajoling the referee to check Burn Out who himself is flattened on the canvas. DIAVOLO continues the vicious assault on the unprotected head of Edward, however the crowd finally begins to cheer as we see from the guardrail the aged legendary father of Edward get to his feet and fold his own chair up before in a show of great athleticism for his octogenarian frame, hops over and approaches DIAVOLO, raising his own chair ready to save his son. Michael Stelzner: GET HER!As he is about to deliver the blow, from over the top rope sails a yellow flash as Thursday Kerrigan smashes her body into the chair, then into the old man, crushing his sternum with the impact. She bites her lip with the pain then punts the downed old man in the head for measure. Eddie’s son, Ryan, has begun to cry into his mother who has firmly averted her eyes and began to wipe smeared make-up from her cheeks. Thursday gets up and slides into the ring as Burnout has forced himself to his feet, his eyes glassily staring off into the distance. Meanwhile Edward has began pushing himself up, his jaw clenched in determination as he struggles. The crowd cheers in support for the young star.Crowd: EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!It’s all for naught - DIAVOLO locks in the Good Night, Sweet Prince, and soon Eddie’s legs have faltered under him as he loses consciousness. Back in the ring, Thursday trips Burn Out with ease, delivering a series of kicks and stomps to his ribs. The All American Badass writhes in pain, unable to do much of anything at this point. Thursday turns to DIAVOLO and tags her in, turning and rushing for the apron. Just as Edward Thorton pulls himself to the ropes, Thursday tumbles over him, wrapping her arms around his waist and driving him to the floor with the Dolphin Driver. A sickening snap can be heard from ringside.Michael Stelzner: Fuck this shit. I’m not watching a goddamn live snuff film. Justin Chambers: Ditto.Chris Morrell: Thirded.The sound of clunking is heard as the commentary team take off their headsets and walk out, the crowd now insane with booing. Climbing back onto the apron, Thursday reaches out for a tag from DIAVOLO, and the two stand over Burn Out. Dropping down, they apply a double cross armbreaker, leaving the man screaming in pain. His hand flails to tap as the bell rings and “Dream House” by Deafheaven hits.Medical staff rushes to the ring, Eddie Thorton Jr. and Sr. both immediately shunted onto stretchers as Thursday and DIAVOLO rise and embrace, both women walk over to the adjacent ropes and look onward with ‘concern’ for the injured Thorton Jr and Sr. The ref shakes his head, the commentary team is still absent, and the scene fades with a lingering shot of the broken body of Burn Out.
Crow McMorris vs. Dustin Beaver vs. Zombie McMorris
The camera fades pans back across the packed UCI WAReHOUSE, fans going wild!
Crowd: YOOCEEAYE! YOOCEEAYE! YOOCEEAYE! YOOCEEAYE! YOOCEEAYE!
Christopher Morrell: HELLO! AND WELCOME TO THE VERY FIRST EDITION OF UCI'S OVERLOAD!
Michael Stelzner: And what a huge night the General Manager Spencer Adams has in store for everyone!
Justin Chambers: We have men and women on this roster that have made their bones in other places, and we have new faces as well! It's a good time to be in the UCI, and we're about to get started!
The lights go out as cop sirens blast out over the Warehouse. The camera pans over the crowd, the ring, and finally lands on the stage. The titantron graphics end as “Dank Step Cowboys” appears on the screen, fades out, and is replaced with the words “The McMorris Family”. The crowd pops as the name appears.
Michael Stelzner: It's the McMorris Family, The Dank Step Cowboys!
Justin Chambers: Zombie and Crow McMorris?! In the UCI?!
Christopher Morrell: Shoot me please.
From the rafters we see ZMAC and Crow touchdown inside the ring, courtesy of a pair of zip lines. As they land, Buddy Roman and White Steve emerge from behind the Gorilla curtain, strutting down the ramp. Buddy has a microphone as he proceeds to take over duties as Ring Announcer. Buddy is shadowed by White Steven, who's forcing excruciatingly bad sounds to emanate from a busted azz trombone he's found in a dumpster, hitting every other note of their theme music with a sickeningly dull thud as they make their way ringside.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Vincent “Buddy” Roman, and I am a proud father. I would like to introduce you to two men who need no introduction - but you're getting one anyways because every time I say the word McMorris we get that Subway: Eat Flesh money – MY clients, carrying out the McMorris name as two pedestals, two statuesque men, my vision for the future...Crow McMorris and Zombie McMorris! THE...DANK...STEP...COWBOYS!!!
The crowd pops as Crow and ZMAC pace around the ring, their eyes set solely on the stage awaiting their victim.
Michael Stelzner: But this match is a triple threat match! The Dank Step Cowboys can't work together! That wouldn't be fair!
Christopher Morrell: Whoever said life was fair Maggle?
Justin Chambers: They don't care which one of them advances, just that The DSC are representing this World Championship tournament!
“Where Are U Now?” by Dustin Beaver hits the p.a., then a spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp, awaiting the Beavs to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring (if there), he looks and walks straight ahead, scowling at his opponent.
Michael Stelzner: Poor Beaver...he just entered the lion's den!
Christopher Morrell: Serves him right for being a fruity cunt!
Justin Chambers: You know Beaver has to be fired up for his one! He knew he was going to have a challenge on his hands stepping into the ring with both members of the Dank Step Cowboys. You know he spent extra hours at the gym preparing for this moment, his UCI debut! We can't count Dustin Beaver out just yet!
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Beaver stands in one corner, trying to anticipate which McMorris is going to launch first. ZMAC and Crow look at each other, smile, and then lunge at Beaver with a double lariat!
Justin Chambers: Beaver ducks!
Michael Stelzner: What a move!
Christopher Morrell: LUCKY MOVE, YOU MEAN!
Crow and ZMAC turn around...and Beaver starts brawling with both of them to a pop from the crowd! All three men duke it out in the center of the ring until eventually ZMAC overtakes Beaver with a knee to the gut, followed by a quick hammer and sickle from Crow! Beaver hits the mat, but the McMorris boys don't give him a minute to recoup! ZMAC nails him in the gut and Crow drops a knee on the head of Beaver, knocking him back down to the mat!
Michael Stelzner: Call it ref! This isn't fair!
Christopher Morrell: This is great! I think I like The Dank Step Cowboys!
Justin Chambers: Dustin Beaver really has the odds stacked against him tonight!
ZMAC lifts Beaver up by his arms, holding them behind his back as Crow goes for the left and rights across Beaver. Each hit rocks Beaver even further as Buddy claps the two on from the outside. Crow turns and taunts to the crowd to a mixed reaction. He turns around to land a hard right hook, but Beaver leaps up off the ground, using ZMAC as a rest and boots Crow in the face. Beaver spins out, kicks ZMAC in the gut, and drops his head directly into the mat with a DDT!
Justin Chamber: What a maneuver from Beaver taking the McMorris' off their feet! Cover!
Beaver hooks ZMAC's leg for the pin.
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Justin Chambers: Only to be broken up by Crow!
Michael Stelzner: Beaver putting up one hell of a fight!
Christopher Morrell: Can't he see it's all for naught?! Feckin' pleb!
Crow throws Beaver into the corner and goes for a gut kick, but Beaver flips out of the turnbuckle and pushes Crow in instead. ZMAC comes up from behind with a lariat, but Beaver ducks and ZMAC plugs Crow with a sickening lariat knocking him into a seated position. ZMAC turns around, a snarl on his decrepit face.
Michael Stelzner: It doesn't look like ZMAC appreciates Beaver's antics!
Christopher Morrell: Crush this fool ZMAC! Make him pay!
Justin Chambers: ZMAC lunges at Beaver!...
The two start brawling in the center until ZMAC gets the upperhand and flips around the back of Beaver. He lifts him around the waist and drops Beaver with a German Suplex! Beaver hits the mat and ZMAC gets up, baeting his chest at Beaver!...but Crow whips ZMAC around and the two start arguing!
Justin Chambers: ZMAC trying to explain to Crow that it was an accident!
But Crow isn't listening, he throws a punch at ZMAC who takes it across the face. ZMAC fires one back and the two start brawling!
Michael Stelzner: Looks like their alliance is over...for the match at least!
Christopher Morrell: Of course it is, who wouldn't want the chance to be the first ever UCI World Champion? I wouldn't, but surely they do?
Justin Chambers: ZMAC and Crow are still brawling, and it looks like Beaver is picking his moment!
ZMAC fires with a short arm clothesline, but Crow ducks and comes back at ZMAC with a discus elbow! ZMAC hits the mat, but Beaver rolls up Crow from behind!
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Justin Chambers: NO! Crow kicks out, but Beaver almost walked out of here with the win!
Christopher Morrell: If he had won that way, the Dank Step Cowboys wouldn't have let him walk out of here!
Michael Stelzner: With the odds stacked against him, Beaver is surviving in this match with two near falls!
Crow rolls to his feet and lunges at Beaver, but Beaver hits him with a spin heel kick, doubling Crow over. He plants his shin right into Crow's chest and then goes for a leaping spinning heel kick, but Crow ducks that and grabs Beaver around the neck. He bounces him off the ropes to a waiting ZMAC, who presses Beaver into the air...
Justin Chambers: ZOMBIE CUTTER!
ZMAC quickly rolls over Beaver.
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Justin Chambers: ...NO! BEAVER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Michael Stelzner: What heart! What determination from Beaver!
Christopher Morrell: The Cowboys look fuckin' pissed, mind.
ZMAC lifts Beaver up, but a snapmare rolls him over! Crow charges, but Beaver launches off ZMAC with a huge dropkick, knocking Crow directly to the mat. ZMAC rolls Beaver up from behind...
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Justin Chambers: Beaver reverses the pin into one of his own!
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Justin Chambers: Back to ZMAC!
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Justin Chambers: Beaver rolls out! He bounces off the ropes!
Michael Stelzner: Crossbody to ZMAC!
But Crow catches Beaver in midair and drops him hard on his knee! Beaver rolls off clutching his abdomen as ZMAC gets to his feet! Crow lifts Beaver up and tosses him to ZMAC.
Justin Chamber: Spincycle! To the Murder of Crows!
Christopher Morrell: Absolutely demolishing Beaver!
Michael Stelzner: This is completely unfair! Dank Step screwjob!
Crow covers Beaver.
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Justin Chambers: ZMAC pulls him off and covers Beaver himself!
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Justin Chambers: Crow pulls ZMAC off!
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Justin Chambers: Back to ZMAC!
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Crow lifts ZMAC up and gets in his face again. The two start brawling it out again, pushing each other back and forth before ZMAC hits Crow with that shitkicker and knocks his face sideways! He turns towards Beaver, but Beaver lifts ZMAC with a high impact spinebuster! Both men hit the mat and roll away.
Michael Stelzner: This match looks like it could go any way! Massive props to Beaver for standing tall with both McMorris' tonight...and also kudos to The Dank Step Cowboy's team work, even though this is a triple threat match. Seriously? Are we not going to talk about this?
Christopher Morrell: Michael, shut up! We have a match going on right now!
Michael Stelzner: But...
Christopher Morrell: No, watch!
Justin Chambers: It's coming to a head!
Michael Stelzner: These three have got to be desperate at this point! This is a close one!
Beaver gets to his feet and sizes up ZMAC once again.
Christopher Morrell: Beaver to Belly!
Justin Chambers: Crow pulling Beaver up now!
Michael Stelzner: Murder of Crows!
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Andre Holmes Segment Backstage at The Warehouse, the camera shows FPV standing with a microphone twirling around in his fingers. The crowd are completely erratic to see him live in UCI, and he adjusts his shades before speaking in a cool, and calm manner. FPV: Ladies, and gentlemen, Frank Patrick Venable is my name, interviewing champs is my game! And with me for my very first interview is someone who has the potential to become our inaugural UCI World champion, Andre Holmes!Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Of course, Andre walks into the camera lens keeping his black hoodie over his head. He shakes Frank's hand, both of them are pretty cool with each other. FPV: So Andre. You're here in UCI. How do you feel about the new environment?Andre Holmes: Damn. I gotta say, I love it here. New beginnings, new, and old faces. It's good to be here in Chicago, Illinois but now with new faces, comes new people to beat. However, I think its no doubt tonight that the people I'm facing isn't new. I've faced one of them, and beat them for a championship. However, I can't say the same.FPV: Your history with Kyle Kemp is very popular but now you're also facing The Polar Phantasm in a Triple Threat Match? What is your game plan facing him?He thought about it. Andre Holmes: My game plan is simple, and that's to be Relentless. It hasn't let me down back then, won't let me down tonight. I respect Polar but I don't respect how people think he is the favorite when really he's the underdog. After I'm finished with him tonight, I'll--Polar Phantasm: Oh snap!Andre gets interrupted by The Polar Phantasm who walks into the camera lens facing him. FPV backs out of the middle but has the microphone held up to both their chins, smiling in the presence of his longtime buddy Polar. While Polar is smiling, Andre raises an eyebrow as to why he's butting in all of a sudden. Polar Phantasm: So you must be Andre Holmes, Bonnie told me about you. Glad to meet you.He extended his hand out, and Andre hesitated before shaking it. Letting go, he went straight to the point. Andre Holmes: I don't want to come off as a douche even though I am but I'm letting you know now that beating you isn't anything personal. You're just in my way, and I'm gonna knock you out of it. No hard feelings.Polar laughed, and gained his composure. Polar Phantasm: Ha! Isn't that something? I appreciate your spunk kid but can't let that happen.Andre Holmes: Woah, woah, woah. Don't call me a kid. If you want a kid, that's Kyle. You're talking to a certified threat that's gonna take you out. So you won't be laughing or going on your little happy days. When we step into the ring, you're done...as a matter of fact, we're done here.He quickly left the interview leaving FPV, and Polar confused. Polar Phantasm: Nice shades, Dank Frank.COMMERCIAL.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:28:02 GMT -6
Benjamin Atreyu/Alessandra/Thursday Segment 1 Chef Atticus Rex: For our first course we have a lovely inside out Potato Soup…
The chef can be seen wearing his classic Black with gray pinstripe Chef Coat and Marc Anthony denim jeans. He is wearing a Chef’s toque with 101 pleats. He instructs a beautiful yet androgynous server places the plates down in front of the three guests. UCI Owner Benjamin Atreyu is flanked by Thursday and Alessandra who are dressed in their Sunday best. Chef Atticus Rex: This Enclosed Potato Chip is filled with a warm, creamy potato soup. Use this skewer made out of parmesan to pierce the crust and enjoy the creamy goodness that releases forth from the globule into this hand crafted beeswax bowl.
Thursday: It looks fantastic.
In typical Thursday fashion it’s hard to tell whether or not she’s being sincere but the Chef takes it as a compliment and smiles as he waits for everyone to dig in. Alessandra: Leave.
Benjamin Atreyu: Yeah. Can’t stand having ‘the help’ watch me while I eat.
He smiles and looks over at Alessandra who is on her phone already slandering the terrible service to her twitter followers. “@mrsflash NEVER eat any dish made by “Chef” Atticus Rex, the voyeur spent his entire shift leering at myself and Thursday while we ate” Thursday: Al… Benjy… please. The good chef has slaved over a hot kitchen for hours for our inclination. The least you could do is show some common decency.
Chef Atticus Rex: Thank you…
Thursday: Did I say you could speak?
Alessandra: I don’t think you did, if your food is as terrible as your tableside manner I will be vomiting from a single morsel. Ugh.
Everyone quiets up as they all pierce their chip and watch the substance fill the bowl. They eat and Thursday smiles at the Chef. Thursday: Acceptable.
The chef smiles and walks away. Thursday looks up from her plate to Atreyu, placing her spoon down before folding her hands in front of her. Thursday: Impressive so far, Mister Atreyu. And I assume if tonight is any indication, the company will only grow?
Alessandra: The food is better than the service - though that’s not saying much.
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, unfortunately, on the budget we have, good help is hard to find, but to answer your question, Thursday, our plans for UCI include constant expansion. With a meticulously plotted marketing strategy, we hope to find our own personal niche in the market, and from there, slowly gain a grasp over our competition, until eventually...domination. Thursday: Of course, Chicago is the necessary first step. We have competition even here in the city, don’t we?
Benjamin Atreyu: Correct, and stiff competition at that, but I have no doubt, considering our numerous big-name-star signees, that fans will see our product and eventually flock to it, drawn by its obviously superior attributes. At this point, it’s only a matter of time, a waiting game on the way to the top, if you will.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:28:50 GMT -6
Andre Holmes vs Kyle Kemp vs The Polar Phantasm
Chicago, Illinois is louder than we thought. The 900 sold out crowd are buzzing for the next match to happen at The Warehouse especially with the great HD production in this soon to be fixed, and completed warehouse. With Evan Montgomery in his suit, and standing in the center of the ring, the ring bell is rung three times before he captures the attention of everyone at ringside as UCI Overload is streaming on Youtube, and broadcasting on all local Chicago channels. Ding Ding Ding! Heston Meeks: Ladies and gentlemen! This is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall, and it is one of the first round UCI World Championship Tournament Matches! The small titantrons on each side of the stage show both a blank screen as the lights dim in the Warehouse. A question mark appears until a text overshadows it saying “"Iceberg-Seven online... accessing big screen. Access granted... running program 'Polar Phantasm Entrance'.” The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. Christopher Morell: Hello UCI, and welcome back to Overload for yet another boring match with three jobbers.
Michael Stelzner: Oh shut up Chris! Our match is made of three great competitors. The Polar Phantasm, Kyle Kemp, and Andre Holmes.
Justin Chambers: This is the second match kicking off on our first round matches in the tournament to crown our inaugural UCI World Champion! “Cellphone’s Dead” by Beck is the first of three entrance music to play from the arena’s surround sound system as the lights begin flashing blue. The Polar Phantasm walks out from the backstage to stand on the center stage raising his arms in the air. Walking down to the ring, he slaps a few fans hands on the way while walking down the entrance path. Heston Meeks: Introducing the first participant! Hailing from New Antarctica, Nevada. At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 255 pounds. Polar Phantasm walks around the ring slapping a few hands in the aisles before climbing up the steel steps to walk along the ring apron. Sweeping his body through the ropes, he fixes his white wrestling pants with the gold triangle on the back of it. Crowd: POLAR! POLAR! POLAR! Michael Stelzner: It’s good to see The Polar Phantasm here in UCI. One of the few men whose had an amazing career, and still in his prime. Justin Chambers: But now that experience factor will come into a play. The only veteran inside the wrestling ring going up against two young wolves waiting to get their teeth dripping with blood. After his music fades away, “Better Than You” by Sam Adams is the second entrance music that begins playing around The Warehouse, and the lights flicker around in a pink coloring style until the stage shines bright gold in one center where Kyle Kemp stands with his arms out, smirking to the crowd in his black shorts, shoes all sponsored by Nike. He walks down the entrance path, mocking some of the fans, and even cursing them off. Heston Meeks: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds! He is Kyle Kemp! Kyle stops before the apron, and Polar is tightening his grey elbow pads to make sure they don’t slip off. Both men are staring each other in the eye but Kyle keeps that sinister smirk on his face. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Christopher Morrell: Now this is what I like! Someone who doesn’t pander to the fans, and isn’t so retarded on being another luchadore suck up! Michael Stelzner: Great enthusiasm there Chris. Christopher Morrell: The only enthusiasm I need is from my fiance. Kyle already went into the ring, and is standing tall on the middle turnbuckle. Hopping off, he backs up into an unoccupied corner, and keeps his distance away from Polar until suddenly the lights in the arena shut off completely. The slow but quickly rising DJent guitar riff plus both titantrons showing grey images of Andre Holmes begins. “Relentless” by New Years Day explodes for the final music entrance to play, and the crowd are off their feet. Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Andre Holmes walks out with the black hoodie over his head, and his MMA gloves wrapped tightly while fixing that black, and red arm sleeve. Walking down the entrance path, he removes the hoodie from over his head to release a primal scream thus giving the cue for the line of smoke to emerge high above him. Christopher Morrell: Jesus Christ! Could he be any more cliche with his entrance?! Heston Meeks: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes! Andre quickly runs down to the ring as the lights were already brightened. Hopping onto the apron, he sprints down the apron edge to stand onto the middle rope. Arms spread out wide, and smoke rising behind him for that spotlight to show the silhouette of his body. Justin Chambers: One-- if not-- the best technical high flyer with MMA under his skills. Andre Holmes has been known for his very brutal, and relentless wrestling strategy! Michael Stelzner: Hell yeah! If I had to choose anyone to win this match, I got my money on either Polar or Andre. Christopher Morrell: Kiss ass. With all men prepared for the match, and Evan out of the ring. The referee waves his arms to the ring bell keeper to get this match underway! Ding Ding Ding! It’s very weird how the stats are assured. Polar is the heaviest yet Kyle is the tallest. Andre is stuck between two heavyweight competitors, and neither men have moved out of their corner. They’re all thinking about what to do until Kyle make the first decision, and that is leave the ring which leaves the crowd completely upset. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! While Kyle argues with some of the fans, Polar took his eyes off Andre to watch him leave which was a mistake. Andre quickly takes the opportunity to explode from his corner into a very quick sprint giving him enough velocity to Dropkick Polar into the turnbuckles of his own corner. From the landing, he gets back up, and pounds him in the head with multiple elbow shots while Polar is currently in that groggy position. Kyle is just watching on the outside. Justin Chambers: Kyle Kemp has left the ring letting these two men going at it but Andre Holmes is the first one to make his mark! Nailing Polar with a Running Dropkick, and now using his elbows to work down that skull! Crowd: ANDRE! ANDRE! ANDRE! ANDRE! Just before Andre could get another elbow into his flurry, Polar digs his right knee through his ribs stumbling his opponent back. While Andre backs away, Polar tries to clothesline him but he missed as the cruiserweight ducked under the right arm, and run forward to the ropes. Rebounding off the ropes, Andre returned back to Polar, and leaped in the air to Dropkick him back down into the mat then immediately went for the pin. One! Polar kicked out, and Andre rolled near the ropes only for Kyle Kemp to pull him out of the ring. Holding the back of his head, he quickly ragdolled Andre’s back into the barricade forcing him to curl into a ball on the ringside mat. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Christopher Morrell: See! Dumbasses need to remember this is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! Only one man is going to win, and that’s gonna be Kyle Kemp. Saving his energy, and going in when it’s time too. Great strategy. Michael Stelzner: You call it great, I call it being a coward. While Polar is getting back on his right knee, Kyle is already raining down clubbing blows down the spine of his opponent. Polar however fights against the forearms, and gets bent over with a knee into the ribs. Seeing him vulnerable, he tries to go for a Snap Suplex but with more than enough strength, Polar lifts him upwards into the air, and holds him there. Michael Stelzner: Look at the power of The Polar Phantasm! Falling back slowly, he slams Kyle down on the canvas with a textbook, and entertaining Stalling Suplex. Floating over, Polar hooks up his right leg! One! Tw-- Kyle kicks out from the pin, and Andre is getting back up from the outside mat. Quickly hopping onto the apron, Polar is the first one to meet a flying cruiserweight springboard from off the top rope to clothesline him down into the canvas. Justin Chambers: Brought to you by Relentless Airlines! Andre just took Polar down again with a Springboard Clothesline! Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Kyle tries to get out of the ring but is dragged back into the center. Helping Kyle up, he quickly strikes his chest with vicious Roundhouse kicks that stumbles him back down into the ropes. Backing up, Andre charges into his direction before Kyle throws him over the top rope only for him to land on his feet. He quickly slaps his foot behind the head of his opponent with an Gamengiri pushing him back enough space. Michael Stelzner: Here comes Andre! The moment he even tries to get on the top rope, Kyle pushes his feet off, and crotches him on the rope. Crowd: OOOOH! Christopher Morrell: Relentless Airlines just got 9/11’d! Michael Stelzner: Really? Sitting on the top rope, he’s dropped back down to the mat as Kyle quickly delivered a Hangman Neckbreaker near the ropes. Holding onto the back of his neck, Andre is screaming in pain until Kyle goes for another pin attempt. One! Two! Polar pulls him off from the pin, and drags him into the center of the ring to stomp him down. Before you know it, he quickly places Kyle’s right ankle locked under his armpit; The crowd exactly knows what's coming next. Switching over, he turns his vulnerable opponent over onto his chest, and locks in the Single-Leg Boston Crab. Justin Chambers: The “Antitarticrab!” The famous Single Leg Boston Crab is now applied in the center of the ring by The Polar Phantasm! Will Kyle tap out? Will Polar advance through to the second round? Christopher Morrell: If he does, I quit this job! Michael Stelzner: Good riddance! Kyle is clawing down on the mat, digging his fingers through the canvas. He’s yelling at the top of his voice, and really has nowhere to go. Pushing down on the mat, he slowly but surely starts to drag the combined weight near to the ropes. Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! Michael Stelzner: Kyle is nearly at the ropes, he’s gonna grab it! Just before he could even get the rope break, Andre quickly slides into the ring to wrap his hands under the chin. He flips himself over to pull his chin, and body upwards in the Muta Lock. Now everything has gotten worse for Kyle as not only is the “Antitarcticrab” locked in but now the Muta Lock as well. Christopher Morrell: Oh wow! Shine stealing bitch. He can’t tap out someone on his own so he’s trying to steal Polar’s thunder. Justin Chambers: Now the Muta Lock is locked in. What is going to happen?! Kyle stretches out his right hand, and finally grabs the bottom rope. The referee forces both Polar, and Andre to release the submission allowing Kyle to roll out of the ring for recovery. Both men inside the ring stand back on their feet watching Kyle until they both look at each other. Michael Stelzner: Oh hell yes! Center stage inside the ring, and Polar seizes up Andre by standing tall over him but Andre doesn’t back down as they bump into each other constantly. Andre is the one who fires first with a Roundhouse kick into the chest of Polar that stings very harshly. Even though that was a good kick, Polar has the size, and power advantage to hit his opponent back a few steps with an elbow shot. Not wanting to give up, he continues with another Roundhouse kick again. He shakes it off until deliver a harsh elbow that nearly topples him over. Christopher Morrell: In the ring, the bigger guys always beat down on the midgets. Andre should learn that before he embarrasses himself anymore. Out of nowhere, Andre springs back into Polar with an array of Roundhouse Kicks stinging him into the chest before bending him over with a Spinning Back Kick into the ribs. He continues by charging into the ropes ahead of him only to rebound into a Discus Elbow turning him around in a vulnerable state...that is until he flipped backwards to deliver a Pele Kick on top of the head of Polar downing them both. Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Michael Stelzner: Pele Kick! Justin Chambers: All three men are down in this match, and it seems Kyle Kemp is finally getting back up to his feet. Kyle eventually gets back up on ringside using the barricade to help him get back up. Inside the ring, Polar, and Andre manage to get back on their feet too. Polar backs up into the ropes for that extra kick in his run to Andre but he sees a Tornado Kick in motion. Ducking under that right leg, he quickly goes to the opposing ropes to launch himself over the top rope crashing down onto Kyle Kemp at ringside. Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH! Justin Chambers: And The Polar Phantasm with an Over-The-Top-Rope Plancha Dive down onto Kyle Kemp. Both men are down at ringside with Andre Holmes trying to figure out what to do. Christopher Morrell: Might want to take that back jackass because his mind is made up. Exactly so. Andre quickly heads through the ropes to the apron, and starts climbing the turnbuckles while Polar, and Kyle are getting up. Keeping balance on the top rope, he waits until the two look up to see him. Eye contact made between all three men, and Andre leaps off the top rope to flip backwards into a Shooting Star Press crashing onto both men thus creating a triple homicide Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Michael Stelzner: Shooting Star Press, and all three men are laid down. Amazing high flying by the Relentless One. Christopher Morrell: Relentless Airlines is still running?! The referee quickly argues to the men down outside to get back inside the ring. Although Andre suffered the most pain during the wreckage, he fights through the fatigue, and drags Polar into the ring shoving his body in before rolling in to get the pin attempt. One! Two! He kicks out, and Andre needs to end this quickly. As Polar stands on his knees, Andre quickly takes an opportunity to stand at his left side, and deliver back to back Roundhouse kicks into the chest. That area of his body is turning red already from being kicked in so many times until Andre backs up to spin around into a Tornado Kick that successfully knocks him down into the mat. The strength of kicking him in the head rolls him down into the nearest unoccupied corner. That’s where Andre stands opposing holding each side of the top rope, leaning in for what's to come. Justin Chambers: Polar Phantasm is in a world of trouble especially after that Tornado Kick. Andre Holmes is psyching himself up, and getting that Relentless mode as he’s preparing for one of his lethal signature moves, the Deadline Trap. Polar fully standing on his feet, Andre charges from one corner into his to uproot his foot straight through the chin. The impact of the kick makes the crowd shake as Polar’s body falls limp onto his back. Quickly climbing onto the turnbuckles after delivering that Yakuza Kick, he balances himself onto the top rope. Michael Stelzner: Here he comes! Phoenix Splash! Andre leaps backwards corkscrewing into a 450 degree flip before spotting Polar rolling out of the way. Out of quick reflex, he lands on his feet but has to roll forward to put control the velocity. Getting back up off the momentum, Kyle Kemp appears to uplift his body on his right shoulder before Flapjacking his throat on the top rope. Bouncing off, Andre falls into the center of the ring with Kyle laughing. Christopher Morrell: SHOW OFF! That’s right Kyle! Your time! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! One mistake was letting his eyes off Polar who's already on the apron using the top rope to stand up. When Kyle turns around, Polar quickly jumps onto the top rope before launching into the air to Springboard Dropkick Kyle into the mat again but quickly Senton Splashes his back into the chest of Andre in the center of the ring. Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Justin Chambers: Springboard Dropkick and Senton Splash! The Senton Splash has been hit on Andre Holmes, and now he’s going for the pin attempt! One! Two! Thre-- Andre kicks out barely before the referee’s hand touch the canvas. Polar sits up completely frustrated that he hasn’t give in yet but now just when you thought it was all over, Kyle quickly steps in, and drags Polar into the nearest corner. He flurries him with multiple clubbing blows into the spine to keep him down before holding onto his right arm to whip him into the nearest corner. Kyle quickly rolls away from the two into the nearest corner, and Andre pulls himself together to stand back up on his feet with an arm around his own ribs. He sees Polar standing on his right knee, and quickly sidesteps to Superkick the hell out of his chin for good measure. Justin Chambers: THRUST KICK! THRUST KICK! POLAR’S OUT! HERE COMES THE PIN! One! Two! Three- Kyle Kemp quickly charges from the corner into the pin attempt but Andre breaks the pin to sweep him right down onto his back. Sitting down on his ribs, he folds his legs around his arms into a hold until switching Kyle onto his chest again, and holding his legs up in an Inverted Texas Cloverleaf! Justin Chambers: The Home Sweet Holmes! Home Sweet Holmes! Kyle has suffered so much pain down on his back, will he tap out here tonight?! Kyle is held in the center of the ring, and is doing his best to fight against the pain. Andre keeps pushing his legs down to nearly break the spine in half, and fold him into a two piece paper. With too much pain, and contortion, Kyle has no choice but to tap out. Ding Ding Ding! Heston Meeks: Here is your winner by submission, and advancing through the World Title Tournament, Andre Holmes! Andre quickly releases Kyle from the hold, and drops down onto his ass to recover from the harsh match. The referee helps him up onto his feet, and raised his arm high while Andre is coughing, and covering his ribs especially after that risky Phoenix Splash. Justin Chambers: Andre Holmes may have been the lightest, and smallest fighter in the ring but he has proved through heart, and determination that anyone can win. Congratulations to Andre Holmes for defeating Kyle Kemp, and Polar Phantasm. We’ll see you after these messages.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:30:11 GMT -6
Chase Jackson vs. Aaron Miles vs. Rai
Heston Meeks: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a first round match in the UCI World Title Tournament!
As the drum beat picks up and the stage light begin to glow like pink blossoms in the spring time, Rai steps out from the back with a single hand resting against the hilt of the sword on his hip. He scans the rowdy crowd, taking in the atmosphere with little of his emotion conveyed behind the blank eyes. He waits for a few moments near entrance to allow the drums to pick up in intensity before beginning a slow march down to the ring.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan by way of Canterbury, England, weighing in tonight at 175 pounds...RAI!
Once there, he uses the steel steps to climb into the ring while the drums pound through the arena, riling the crowd up. By now, they're probably jeering and booing the man, but he pays them no mind. Kneeling down, he begins the slow process of folding his kimono. This takes a good minute or so before he finally passes off it along with his sandals and sword. Finally he turns toward the stage as he awaits his opponents.
Heston Meeks: Introducing next...
All of the lights in the arena drop as a fantastically awesome laser light show begins, dazzling the crowd. A fog machine kicks in filling the stage and ramp as "I Am The Cool" kicks in over the PA System. "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles then walks out onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp. He lowers his shades as he looks around at the crowd with a bit of a cocky smirk on his face and then he pushes them back up over his eyes. He then unties the robe and seductively, for the benefit of the ladies in attendance, opens it up to reveal his 8 pack abs and masculine chest hair.
Heston Meeks: From South Beach, Miami, Florida, weighing in at 218 and 1/2 pounds...AARON MILES!
Finally he begins the walk down the ramp as his legendary pamphlets begin to fall from the rafters. He then slides in under the bottom rope and gives the mat a few suggestive thrusts before springing up to his feet. Miles heads for the nearest corner, where he climbs up to the second rope and gestures toward his abs and the large bulge in his trunks, wetting the panties of all the ladies in the crowd. Finally he'll hop down to the mat and stretch in the corner as he waits for the match to start.
Heston Meeks: And introducing their opponent...
The opening riffs of Rise Against's Broken Mirrors hit and the hardcore smarks pop and the marks just clap along as Chase Jackson walks out from the curtain. He stops and kneels down on the top of the stage and bounces back up with his arms out and a huge smile across his face as some light pyro shoots from behind him! Chase spins 360 degrees with his arms still out and walks down the ramp shoutin' some cool things to the crowd. High fives and finger-guns to some hot chicks.
Heston Meeks: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds...CHASE JACKSON!
Jackson jumps onto the apron of the ring and nods his head with the music before going through the ropes. From there Jackson bounces off the far ropes and comes back to the hard cam and points some more finger guns with his trademark smile. Jackson runs his hands through his hair shoving it back as he moves to his corner to start the match.
Justin Chambers: All right, well now that we've got the formal introductions out of the way and the referee is going over the rules, this gives us a chance to make sure the viewers know what's going on.
Christopher Morrell: Must we really? At this point if they're not caught up then they'll never get it.
Michael Stelzner: Be that as it may, for the benefit of any viewers just turning in, this is of course the debut of UCI Overload. We've got the first round of a tournament to crown the first ever UCI World Champion going on, we've already had 3 top notch matches so far and we're set for 6 more, including this triple threat.
Justin Chambers: That's right. We've got Chase Jackson versus Rai versus Aaron Miles. A real mash up of styles in the ring, with the high flyer Miles, the technical beast Jackson and the strong style of Rai.
Christopher Morrell: So a flippy dippy, a meat head and the style every guy in Japan uses, got it.
Michael Stelzner: Is there a wrestling style that you do like?
Christopher Morrell: Yeah, whichever one doesn't make you squeal with glee like a little girl.
Justin Chambers: And it looks like the referee is signaling for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Jackson and Rai both come out of their corners while Miles seems to be hanging back, trying to pick his spot. Jackson and Rai trading looks when Jackson turns and goes after Miles, who quickly ducks under the middle rope and out onto the floor. Jackson trying to go after him but Rai catches him from behind with a rear waistlock. Rai with the attempt at a German suplex but Jackson blocks it, then reverses it into a rear waistlock of his own. Now it's Jackson going for a suplex but Rai grabs the top rope to block it. Jackson trying to use all his strength to pull Rai off as the referee starts up a five count. Jackson with the release at three and he backs up as Rai comes away from the ropes.
Michael Stelzner: So do we have any early predictions for this match?
Christopher Morrell: I predict whoever wins ends up getting crushed next week.
Michael Stelzner: Ever the optimist, as always. I happen to like Chase Jackson in this match. Something about him screams "I'm a winner!".
Christopher Morrell: Wrong, as always. And that's why I never ask for your opinion.
Rai and Jackson now circling each other as Miles has now stepped up onto the apron and is hanging out by the ring post, watching the action from a far.
Christopher Morrell: And look at the so-called "Epitome Of Cool", acting like the frightened child. How pathetic.
Jackson and Rai now moving in and they lock up in the center of the ring. Jackson quick to get the advantage as he spins Rai around into a side headlock. Jackson torques on the neck once before Rai is able to counter the hold and send Jackson into the ropes. Jackson hits them and comes back before Rai comes him off with a lightning quick kick across the ribs. Jackson doubled over as Rai goes to work on the legs with precision kicks, quickly dropping Jackson down to one knee. Rai now running to the ropes when Miles drops down, pulling the top rope with him. Rai can't stop his momentum and he ends tumbling out to the floor as Miles steps into the ring. Jackson trying to get to his feet but Miles takes him down with a chop block from behind.
Michael Stelzner: Oh what a low down dirty tactic. Lay in wait like a snake and then strike when the other aren't expecting it.
Christopher Morrell: You don't like him? Well then I take it back, "The Epitome Of Cool" is awesome!
Justin Chambers: Miles looking like he's trying to flip Jackson over for a sharpshooter, he calls it The C.O.O.L., but Jackson is fighting it.
Rai quick to recover outside the ring and he slides back in. Miles sees him coming and abandons trying to lock in The C.O.O.L and instead tries to leave the ring. Rai catches him by the ankles and drags him back into the ring before dropping an elbow across the back of the head. Rai now holding Miles down as he continues to lay into him with rapid elbow strikes to the head and neck as Jackson gets to his feet. Jackson now behind Rai and he reaches down, deadlifts him and then sends him to the mat with a German suplex. Miles trying to scramble away but Jackson pulls him up, spins him around and takes him down with a snap suplex. Jackson up again as Rai is up to his feet. Belly to belly suplex to Rai and he's sent across the ring. Miles back up and he wildly throws a punch that Jackson ducks. T-Bone suplex to Miles as the crowd is starting to get behind Jackson.
Michael Stelzner: And it might be a bit of an overplayed term these days, but Chase Jackson is turning the ring into-
Christopher Morrell: Don't you dare say it. I swear to God, don't you-
Michael Stelzner: SUPLEX CITY!
Christopher Morrell: You did it. You actually did it, you moron. Feel good about yourself?
Michael Stelzner: A bit.
Jackson now watching from the corner as Rai is getting up to his feet. He's begging for Rai to get up and turn around as it looks like he's gearing up for a spear. Rai grabbing the ropes to keep up and he turns around just as Jackson takes off. Rai with the sidestep and Jackson goes right past him, but stops himself in the corner before he hits the post. Jackson turning around and Rai with a stiff knee strike to the gut. Rai now shoving Jackson into the corner before he goes at him with knees to the midsection as the referee starts up a 5 count. Rai lets it get to 4 before he backs up, only to get rolled up from behind Miles for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Justin Chambers: And Rai gets the kickout at 2!
Miles back up to his feet as Jackson comes out of the corner. Jackson with a stiff forearm to the face before he throws Miles into the corner. Jackson with another shot to the face before he lifts Miles up onto the top turnbuckle. Jackson with another shot to Miles before he starts to climb up the ropes. Rai up to his feet and he sees what's going on before moving in. Rai with Jackson by the legs, trying to pull him back down. Jackson kicking back at him but Rai manages to get hold of him. Rai now with Jackson on his shoulders as Jackson continues to hold onto Miles. Rai falls backward with an electric chair drop, which causes Jackson to pull Miles off the top rope with a superplex. All 3 men laid out on the mat as the referee checks on them before starting up a 10 count.
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3!
4!
5!
Michael Stelzner: Rai getting to his feet first here as he stomps away at Miles, just trying to keep his opponent down by any means necessary!
Justin Chambers: Well he better look behind him! Jackson getting up as well here!
Jackson lifts Rai up and hooks the midsection.
Michael Stelzner: Jacked Up!
Christopher Morrell: Cover here!
1!
2!
3!
Justin Chambers: and Miles tried to break it up, but was just a second short!
Heston Meeks: Your winner, Chase Jackson!!!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:30:53 GMT -6
Benjamin Atreyu/Alessandra/Thursday Segment 2
The Chef returns.
Chef Atticus Rex: For our second course I hope you’re ready to get your hands dirty. I’ve flattened two plantains and stuffed them with some fresh pulled pork made from pork belly harvested from naturally fed pork that were brought up in humane conditions. The Plantains as well were harvested by the gentle and nimble fingers of Brazilian slave-child workers… because only the best for my customers.
Alessandra: That sounds more like it.
Benjamin Atreyu: As yes, something I’m far more accustomed to.
Thursday: Such harsh conditions for the humans and such modest accommodations for the pork… definitely seems appropriate.
The chef lingers for a moment before a cold stare from Alessandra send him scampering again. The three begin to eat before Thursday looks up at Alessandra.
Thursday: You got a little… stuff on your arm from our match.
Alessandra looks down, noticing a smear of blood from either Thorton or Burnout. She absently wipes it with her napkin before resuming her dish.
Benjamin Atreyu: Speaking of which, I would like to congratulate you two on your well deserved victory. It would appear that both Mister Thornton and...Burnout, were quite overwhelmed by your superior talent and drive. While it is unfortunate that it seems the extent of their beating would border a Wolf Larson-esque severity, the bright side is that match is a proper example of the competitive nature we want to project with UCI. We only hire the toughest and most determined competitors, and those who don’t have the ‘grit’ to survive will be weeded out with care and precision.
Thursday smiles, lifting another bite of pork to her mouth.
Thursday: I can only agree. I suppose we should probably send them gift baskets? Make-A-Wish or something?
Alessandra: What a tragedy.
A notification pings on her phone, she gives it a quick once over, leaning over to Thursday and whispering something. The blonde shifts awkwardly in her seat before remembering herself, and fixes a smile to her face once more.
Thursday: I hope we haven’t set a precedent, Mister Atreyu. We’d hate for such violence to be recurrent when new talent is eager to sign up.
Benjamin Atreyu: On the contrary, Thursday. I think it can only help. We as a company are not interested in those who only wish to hang on to the edges as we rise. We want those who will FIGHT and CLAW their way to the top of this company. It will only strengthen the roster and cement us as a company will incredibly strict standards. Setting an example like that right away will send a clear message to the world of combat sports.
Alessandra: It speaks more to the talent level I fear, Benjamin. Ho hum.
Benjamin smiles as he raises his glass towards the camera before taking a sip.
Thursday stares for a moment before smiling and nodding.
Thursday: I suppose we should be thanking Mister Burnout, then. Were it not for his brash, misogynistic displays, we may not have come to this.
Alessandra: I thought he was quite cute, really.
Thursday: I didn’t know the redneck biker was your type.
Alessandra: I said he was cute, I think puppies are cute. I don’t want to fuck them.
Benjamin Atreyu: I concur will Alessandra. Burnout’s antics were quite amusing in a sense. Childlike in their temperament, even. Put into proper perspective, hardly something to take seriously as you two showed well enough.
Thursday: Hopefully he doesn’t come back with any white supremacist friends.
Alessandra pulls her phone out, and gives a shake.
Alessandra: “Eight Ball” says - ‘Outcome is unlikely’.
Benjamin Atreyu: And even if that did happen, I have faith that the many superstars here would be more than capable of repeating such a ‘performance’ as your own.
Benjamin winks as he takes another bite of the food before him.
Condition Check on Edward Thornton
We cut back to ringside to a solemn Michael, Christopher and Justin.
Michael Stelzner: It is with sadness I have to inform you that following tonight’s bout, Edward Thornton Jr has been placed into a medically induced coma in order to help with the head trauma suffered in tonight's contest.
Christopher Morrell: Stuff like this is no joke, my prayers go out to his family and to Edward, this is not how your debut here should have gone. He’s a talented guy, and fuck it, I can’t wait to see him back soon.
Justin Chambers: Here here. Fuck yeah. #TeamEdward.
Michael Stelzner: Send your prayers tonight folks, by god I know we here at the UCI will be doing just that.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:31:26 GMT -6
Wade Moor vs. Chance Von Crank vs. Lyndon Diehl
A grim faced Diehl makes the standard slow walk from the stage down the ramp while his music plays. He’ll climb the steps and enter the ring between the ropes. He’ll hand off his jacket, hat, and towel to a stagehand and then immediately confront the referee so he can register any complaints or concerns he has about the upcoming match. Then he will go to his corner and use the ropes for some last minute stretching.
Michael Stelzner: Diehl looks ready to go for this one!
Christopher Morrell: He better be.
Justin Chambers: Yeah cVc and Moor are not pushovers. Moor is a former World Champion and Chance is crazy.
Stelzner: Diehl thought with this company just starting up he would run things. The flood of talent that crowded the door have other plans it appears.
The arena turns black as a shotgun blast pounds through the darkness.
"Shock N Rolla" Chance Von Crank's voice announces across the PA system.
"Here to Show Ya!"
"Cocked Back! AND FUCKING LOADED!"
"Chance.... Von..... CRANK!"
Morrell: Here comes The Trailer Park Prodigy!
Stelzner: This man is vile, reckless and dangerous.
Chambers: He could have a bit of ring rust. This is his first match in a few months.
The lights flicker back to life as Pixie Paradoxxx pokes her head out from behind the curtain with a rubber Ronald Reagan mask hanging off the back of her head. "Straight to hell" by Hank lll begins. The boos rain down she pulls the mask over her face then stumbles out across the stage. Chance Von Crank dashes from behind the curtain and the boos grow louder. He catches up to Pixie and pushes her down. cVc then steps over her, completely disregarding her well being. The boos continue as cVc walks towards the ring steps. Pixie hurries to catch up after getting back to her feet. She quickly jumps up on the apron in a hurry to hold the ropes for Chance. The crowd is relentless as cVc throws his rhinestone robe in Pixie's face to flex for the heated crowd.
Chambers: HERE COMES MOOR!
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Stelzner: Moor is a former World Champion and a force to be reckoned with.
Morrell: Everyone has a fresh slate here in UCI. Wade Moor will be looking to advance here.
Chambers: All three men will be looking to advance here.
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides in the ring lightning quick, and slithers towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and places it on the turnbuckle. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
Morrell: This could be a classic matchup. Chance is already taunting his opponents.
Chance flips off The Godnilla then licks his middle finger. Diehl looks confused by this gesture as the referee takes center stage to start this one.
Chambers: The referee calls for the bell and we are off!
The referee calls for the bell and cVc dashes towards Diehl. Diehl lifts his left leg up and nails Crank with a big boot! The shot sends cVc to the mat and he rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Morrell: WOW!
Wade Moor rushes in to catch Diehl with a big knee shot behind his calf! Big hits one knee and Moor bounces off the ropes then takes Big off his feet with a huge clothesline!
Chambers: Moor takes down the big man!
Crank walks around the ring picking his spot. Moor works the crowd after taking down Big. cVc slips in the ring directly behind Wade. The crowd gets wild as Moor turns to face Chance.
Stelzner: These two men have never faced each other.
Crank and Wade take off towards each other throwing fists. They battle around the ring, swapping blows while Diehl gets back to his feet. Moor gets the upperhand and quickly hooks cVc for a big vertical suplex. Crank’s back cracks from the violent impact.
Stelzner: ONE!
Chambers: Broken up by BIG DIEHL!
Lyndon stomps on Moor and cVc. He continues to stomp on them until the referee warns him. He shows no respect towards the referee as he takes ahold of Wade. Big applies an abdominal stretch and begins to stretch Moor out.
Morrell: Lyndon is stretching out Wade.
Chambers: Here comes Chance!
cVc gets back to his feet and rolls out of the ring. Diehl continues to stretch out The Godnilla as cVc sneaks up behind the two men on the outside. Chance slides back in the ring and slips up behind Lyndon. Crank leaps up onto Diehl’s back then pulls him forward for a huge bulldog! Diehl lands on top of Wade with all of his weight. cVc hooks Diehl’s leg for a quick pin!
Stelzner: ONE!
Chambers: TWO!
Morrell: Kick Out by Lyndon!
Crank hits the mat with frustration while Big and Moor wobble back to their feet. Crank argues with the referee over the count. He turns away and Moor catches him with a huge chop across the chest. The front winces from the shot. Wade irish whips Crank into the ropes then lifts him high into the air for a huge spinebuster. The two men shake the entire ring from the impact.
Chambers: high incline spinebuster!
Morrell: What a move!
Wade quickly to his feet but is caught by a huge swinging neck breaker by Diel! The big man hooks a leg.
Stelzner: ONE!
Morrell: Kick Out by MOOR!
Chance stumbles back to his feet just as Diel does. Big throws a huge haymaker at cVc but he ducks it! Crank leaps up and wraps both arms around Lyndon’s neck then drops down! The jawbreaker dazes the big man. Chance whips Big into the corner with all he’s got sending Big back first into the corner! Diehl drops to his buttocks propped up now in the corner. Crank grins slightly then takes off running at Big. He leaps just before he arrives sliding both legs out on to the apron on either side of Diehl. He begins to bounce up and down riding out the broncobuster causing both knees to nail Lyndon in the face with each bounce.
Chambers: SKEET! SKEET!
Godnilla charges up from behind and wraps both arms around Crank. Wade lifts Chance up over his head for a huge german suplex!
Morrell: Moor hits a big suplex!
Stelzner: I don’t know what a skeet skeet is but I don’t like it.
Chambers: [Laughs]
Chance attempts to roll out of the ring again but Wade grabs ahold of his left arm. cVc turns his head to face Wade, who is shaking his head “no” in response to Crank’s escape attempt.
Stelzner: Coldblooded.
Wade pulls Chance back. Crank gets back to his feet and Godnilla irish whips him into the ropes. Moor bounces off the ropes on the opposite of the ring coming back at cVc! They meet in the center of the ring and Wade hits a huge Broseidon Punch!
Morrell: Broseidon Punch!
Wade hooks cVc’s right leg for a quick pin!
Chambers: ONE!
Stelzner: TWO!
Morrell: BROKEN UP BY LYNDON DIEHL!!!!!!!!
Chambers: Wade almost won this match up right there.
Wade Moor loses his mind with anger after the near pin. Diehl quickly scoops up Moor then slams him back on the mat. Big quickly gets back to his feet and drops a standing elbow in the spine of Godnilla! Diehl gets back to his feet quickly to drop another elbow! Then another!
Stelzner: Vicious elbow drops from Big Diehl here.
Chambers: Wade is in some pain now! That spine is taking a beating from those big elbow drops.
Chance rushes towards Diehl but Big catches cVc around the throat. He puts the other hand on the back of cVc to balance himself.
Morrell: Chokeslam!
Chance rolls out of the ring and Pixie Paradoxxx quickly checks on him. Diehl turns around to find Moor and catches a right hook! Moor continues to throw fists at Big.
Morrell: What a match!
Stelzner: Moor has gotten Diehl to one knee!
Wade continues to hammer away at Big. Diehl uppercuts Godnilla suddenly sending Wade back towards the ropes. Lyndon follows up with a hard chop across the chest. Pixie Paradoxxx jumps up on the apron then exposes her breasts to both of the men. The referee, Wade, and Lyndon all stop to stare at the double d’s. The crowd chants “Holy Shit”. Crank rushes in from behind and hammers the two men’s heads together. Both men fall to side dazed from the collision. The referee warns Pixie as Chance circles both men in the center of the ring.
Chambers: Pixie and Chance just changed the landscape of this entire matchup.
Morrell: cVc is here to sell mean to earn green.
Stelzner: What?
Morrell: You just wouldn’t understand.
Crank takes hold of Big and tosses him through the ropes. Pixie laughs at him as he hits the floor on the outside of the ring. Moor stumbles back to his feet and Chance is waiting for him. cVc kicks Wade in the gut causing him to bend over. Chance cradles him up as the crowd boo both men relentlessly. The Michinoku Driver ll wows the crowd and cVc quickly hooks a leg for a pin.
Stelzner: One!
Chambers: TWO!
Morrell: BROKEN UP BY LYNDON DIEHL!
Crank hits the mat with both hands overtaken by complete frustration. Diehl nails Chance in the forehead with a big right. Big then whips cVc into the ropes and follows up with a huge running lariat! The impact causes Crank to do a complete flip in the air.
Stelzner: Diehliverance!!!!
Morrell: He nearly took his head off! WOW!
Moor out of nowhere catches Diehl with a huge crossbody from the top rope! Crank gets to the corner to prop himself up. He is completely dazed when Moor gets sight of him. Wade takes off towards cVc full speed. He hits a huge cannonball splash! The crowd pops as Moor pins cVc!
Chambers: ONE!
Morrell: TWO!
Stelzner: Broken up by DIEHL!
Big picks up Crank by the hair of his head. Pixie jumps back up on the apron to get the referee’s attention. Chance is still bent down on one knee when he notices Pixie pull the ref’s attention. Chance uppercuts Diehl in the crotch with all he’s got. The crowd awe’s in response to the cringeworthy shot.
Morrell: OH SHIT! You know that had to hurt. The Warehouse is alive TONIGHT!
The referee turns to see Diehl holding his crotch and turns back to Pixie. He calls for her to be thrown out!
Stelzner: Pixie won’t be a distraction anymore.
Chambers: The referee has sent her to the back for the rest of this one.
cVc argues with the referee as Pixie makes her way to the back. Chance is still bent down on one knee when Wade rushes in for a big knee shot to the face! Crank hits the mat flat as Moor circles him. Diehl grabs hold of Moor’s tights as he passes. Wade begins to stomp at Diehl, who pulls himself up. Big and Wade begins to swap blows before Diehl suddenly grapples Moor into a short arm clothesline!
Morrell: Vicious.
Wade rolls under the bottom rope to catch his breath. Crank stumbles to his feet then uses the ropes for balance. Big rushes towards Crank as Moor jumps up on the apron just behind cVc. Diehl clotheslines Chance into the ropes then up over it. Chance holds onto Big’s arm as he smashes into Wade. All three men end up on the outside in a pile.
Chambers: They are all down!
Stelzner: The referee’s count is at three!
All three men struggle to their feet. Diehl barely manages to roll back into the ring, showing his exhaustion. Chance is next to his feet with Wade not far behind.
Stelzner: And Wade just launching Chance into the barricade with a nasty thud!
Wade slides into the ring after gaining his balance just as Diehl gets to his feet.
Chambers: Diehl going for that lariat!
Morrell: Wade barely dodging!
Stelzner: Broseidon Punch!
Wade drops down for the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Chambers: And that’s all she wrote!
Wade chuckles to himself, wiping sweat and dripping hair from his forehead as the ref lifts his hand up and we go to commercial.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:31:51 GMT -6
Rai Segment
Overload cut backstage to the nether regions of The Warehouse where access was limited to the general populace for their own safety and the safety of the competitors here at UCI. Yet there wandered a man in this area, his back to the camera that tailed him and his identity undisclosed. His pace was leisurely, as if he was supposed to be back there, but anyone who had been paying attention to this infant company since in its inception would know otherwise. This man had not fought tonight nor was he supposed to. This man had yet to be seen in a single promotional piece the company had produced to this point. Yet there was still a familiarity to the man.
His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swayed as his head moved about like on a pivot, searching for something, someone. What little skin was visible was pale, unaccustomed to the warmth of sunlight. It contrasted greatly with the outfit he wore, black as night and more fitting for a soldier than a spectator. The suit wasn't quite Kevlar armor but it did bear a resemblance to it, yet there was more to it as well. Like it wasn't of this time, this world. There was no doubt, though, that the man was comfortable in the suit. And he was not afraid of what he might find back here. In fact, it appeared as if he was seeking it out.
A door opened ahead and out stepped Rai, worn from his fight but still resolute in his purpose here in the Windy City. He looked at the man walking towards him and his eyes widened, recognition appearing him behind them. And then he drew his sword, leveling it at the man who never slowed his leisurely pace.
Rai: I cannot allow you to inflict this land with your disease. I will not allow it.
This elicited no response from the dark-haired man, who kept moving towards Rai without fear. Rai held his ground and, when the man was within range, he swung at the man with the sword, hoping to cleave through his neck. With blinding speed, the man twisted away from the strike, grabbing the blade with his right hand. A metallic twang is heard when the two collide. White steel, red hand. And the red hand won.
NvL: Yet you have.
The man rips the sword out of Rai's hands, tossing it aside and, a moment later, is standing behind him. Grabbing the samurai by the head, the dark-haired man lifts him up into the air. At the apex, he releases his hold, allowing Rai to free fall onto the top of his head. Rai did not move after that. The figure flexed his hand for a moment as he surveyed the scene one last time.
Then he resumed his leisurely pace down the hall, turning the corner off-screen while Rai laid unmoving, blood pooling around his cracked his skull. The scene faded out a moment later.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:32:51 GMT -6
Asher Bradley vs. Kyle Cameron vs. Michael
Heston Meeks: The following Match a continuation of the United Championship Infinite’s Inaugural World Championship Tournament, and is set for one fall, and is a Triple Threat Match, introducing first. . .
Justin Chambers: What an electrifying night that we’ve had so far here tonight, and ladies and gentlemen, we are premiering for the first time, some of our up and coming talent in our fledgling organization.
Christopher Morrell: Up and coming talent? Shouldn't these guys be cleaning up the blood and vomit from the real talent in the YOU-CEE-EYE?
Michael Stelzner: The UCI is all about mixing the days of future past, with the days of future present. That is what this organization is all about, my friend.
"So Whatcha Want" by The Beastie Boys erupts and echoes throughout The Warehouse along with a loud chorus of expletives.
Justin Chambers: That can only mean one thing ladies and gentlemen?. . .
Christopher Morrell: That these idiot fans don't have taste in music, who would've thought that The Beastie Boys would receive this kind of reception?
Michael Stelzner: They’re not disrespectful of the rock and roll hall of famers, they’re greeting. . .
Kyle Cameron comes arrogantly out from behind a curtain. He starts to stomp around back and forth like a petulant little child reacting to the crowd and makes his way down the aisle. The chorus of expletives gets louder the closer to the ring he gets.
Heston Meeks: Standing 6 feet even and weighing in at 210 pounds, hailing from the mean streets of downtown L. A. . .
Michael Stelzner: You mean that this guy’s from the City of Angels? Good grief!. . .
Justin Chambers: My sources say Lafayette, Louisiana. . .
Christopher Morrell: Did you get that from the choke and puke guy catering the YOU-CEE-EYE after party, or that ummm, three letter dude harassing everyone in the back for a scoop?. . .
Heston Meeks: HERE IS “THE MAIN ATTRACTION” KYLE CCCAAMMEEERRROOONNN!
With the crowd hurling more abuse towards him as his name’s announced, Kyle Cameron pulls a sharpie out, looking to sign an autographs. A random female in the crowd, “YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!" Kyle Cameron replies, “You're just jealous of me!"
Christopher Morrell: Hey Justin? Isn't that your wife?
Justin Chambers: OH HELL NO!
Michael Stelzner, feeling dejected: That’s my girlfriend.
Christopher Morrell: Dayum, Mikey, I hope your Cougar is licensed, because with a roar like that, Kyle looks like he’s back in high school!
JAIL BAIT!. . . JAIL BAIT! . . . JAIL BAIT!. . . JAIL BAIT!
With the crowd still chanting, “Jail Bait!”, Kyle Cameron slides in the ring and poses, OMFG! like “The Main Attraction”. . . Kyle Kemp!
Michael Stelzner: FFUUCC. . .
Justin Chambers: Whoa, You! If you’ve been paying attention to social media these days you’ll know what “The Main Attraction” is all about?
Christopher Morrell: He’s about getting on my freakin’ nerves, I shite you not. Just looking at the guy and you just want to kick his ass!
“Come To Life” by Alter Bridge erupts and echoes throughout The Warehouse.
MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!
Michael walks out from the back with a big smile on his face. He holds his arms up, acknowledging the crowd in attendance who continues chanting his name.
Christopher Morrell: Who the fuc*beep* is that?
Michael dressed in a black shirt, black shorts, and black shoes walks out from the back with a big smile on his face. He holds his arms up, acknowledging the crowd in attendance as they continue chanting his name.
Michael Stelzner: THAT’S MICHAEL!
Christopher Morrell: Michael Douglas? Michael Jordan? Michael Jackson? Who the fuc*beep* is Michael?
Justin Chambers: Just Michael!
Heston Meeks: Standing 6‘3”, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from the ruins of New York. . .
Michael Stelzner, Justin Chambers, Christopher Morrell: NEW YORK CITY?
Michael walks down the ramp, high fiving fans on both sides of the ramp, playing up to them, getting the crowd pumped up. He continues this around ringside, even leaning against the fans to pose for a picture or two as he goes fully around the entire area until he reaches the ring steps near the entrance ramp.
Heston Meeks: HE IS. . .
MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!
A very jealous Kyle Cameron wipes away his tears on his shirt, and continues sulking in the corner.
MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!. . . MICHAEL!
Michael jogs up the steps and ducks in between the top and middle rope, bouncing on one foot and then on the other side. He hops down and leans against the nearby ropes, testing their strength, his music slowly fading out. When. . .
“My Buddy” by G-Unit erupts and echoes throughout The Warehouse and lights start to dim.
Justin Chambers: Great time for the lights to go out!
Christopher Morrell: Hold me Justin, I’m afraid of the dark.
Michael Stelzner: Me too!
Red spot lights starts to light up The Warehouse.
Justin Chambers: Jesus H. Back off man! Here’s a hometown boy now living in Sin City. The way I hear it, this guy is an enforcer for the Italian/American Mafia.
Christopher Morrell: I wish he would Tony Soprano all your asses!
Out from the back appears, “The Hired Gun” Asher Bradley, wearing a black leather jacket, with black trunks with the word "Bradley" on the back in front of two crossed pistols. He also wears a black leather jacket, taped fists, black boots with black kick pads, and black wrestling knee pad sleeves. He makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring and is met by Kyle Cameron. Kyle Cameron moon walks backwards, turns, runs and slides into ring and hides in a corner.
Heston Meeks: Standing 5’11”, and weighing in at 195 pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. . .
Asher Bradley raises his hands up like “six shooters” towards the ring and acts like he’s in a gunfight with Michael and Kyle Cameron then runs and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and climbs on top of the turnbuckle. He fires his “six shooters” once again before crossing them against his chest and blowing them out. He then turns and sits indian style upon the top turnbuckle.
Heston Meeks: HERE IS “THE HIRED GUN” ASHER BBBRRRAAADDDLLLEEEYYY!
Justin Chambers: In a very strange scene, Kyle Cameron, Michael, and Asher Bradley stare each other down, looking like the Good, The Bad, & The Ugly. . .
Michael Stelzner: But who is who?. . .
Christopher Morrell: I’m the Good, You're the Bad, and Justin’s the Ugly. . .
The bell sounds and Michael and Bradley square off in a collar and elbow tie up.No man is able to reach and advantage. They both step back looking at each other, and lock up once again. Cameron just sits and waits biding his time.
Michael Stelzner: What is “Main Attraction” up to?. . .
Christopher Morrell: Jack Shi*beep*!
Justin Chambers: Asher Bradley whips Michael off the ropes, simultaneously Michael does the same to Asher Bradley. . .
Asher Bradley and Michael starts running back and forth across the ropes in a crossing T formation, “+”. Cameron still sitting in the ring watches his opponents running back and forth.
Christopher Morrell: OH MY FUC*beep*ING GOD!
Michael Stelzner: SIMULTANEOUS DOUBLE FLYING CROSSBODY BLOCK!
Justin Chambers: Michael and Asher Bradley seemed to be reading one another's mind and crashes into each other in the middle of the ring. Kyle Cameron jumps to his feet with quite an opportunity. . .
With Michael and Asher Bradley both laid out, Kyle Cameron is skipping around the two men as jubilant as he can be. He nonchalantly covers Michael. . .
ONE. . .
TWO. . .
Michael with a powerful kick out. Kyle Cameron flies like a rag doll into the air and lands on Asher Bradley. . .
ONE. . .
TWO. , .
Asher Bradley with a powerful kick out of his own and sends Kyle Cameron through the second rope.
Christopher Morrell: UNFUC*beep*ING BELIEVEABLE!
Michael Stelzner: Two shots at a pinfall and “The Main Attraction” doesn't hook the leg?
Justin Chambers: Rookie mistake indeed! Asher Bradley and Michael both recover obviously stunned and look at each other then at Kyle Cameron. Kyle Cameron on the outside of the ring is using the side of the ring to get to his feet. Asher Bradley slinghots Michael off the ropes. Michael catches Kyle Cameron with a clothesline. Michael picks up Kyle Cameron by the hair. . .
Christopher Morrell: BITC*beep* SLAP THAT ASSHO*beep*. . .
Michael Stelzner: HOLY SH*beep*! I agree with you!. . .
Justin Chambers: Asher Bradley shoots his “six shooters” at Michael and Kyle Cameron. . .
Asher Bradley slingshot’s himself off the ropes and flies over the top rope and lands a Corkscrew Asai Moonsault landing on both Michael and Kyle Cameron.
THIS IS AWESOME! YOU-CEE-EYE! THIS IS AWESOME! YOU-CEE-EYE!
Christopher Morrell: SMOKING “FUC*beep*ING GUN!
Michael Stelzner: That definitely took its toll on “The Hired Gun”
Justin Chambers: Asher Bradley rolls Kyle Cameron back into the ring. . .
Asher Bradley checks on Michael. Michael appears to be out. Asher Bradley rolls into the ring and goes for the cover. . .
ONE. . .
TWO. . .
Michael out of nowhere breaks the pin with an elbow drop to Asher Bradley’s head, picks him up to his feet, whips him off the ropes lands a Belly-To-Belly Suplex.
Christopher Morrell: HOLY SH*beep*!
Michael Stelzner: HOLY SH*beep*!
Justin Chambers: HOLY SH*beep*! KYLE CAMERON WITH A VICTORY ROLL ON MICHAEL!
ONE. . .
TWO. . .
THR. . .
JAIL BAIT!. . . JAIL BAIT!. . . JAIL BAIT. . . JAIL BAIT!
Michael Stelzner: NO!
Christopher Morrell: THOSE FUC*beep*ING FANS BROKE THE COUNT!
Justin Chambers: Kyle Cameron covering his ears at the sound of “Jail Bait!” by the fans broke the three count. HIMSELF!
Kyle Cameron is throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the ring. Michael Atomic Drops Kyle Cameron lands a quick Bulldog, and applies a Sharpshooter. Kyle Cameron screams out in pain.
Christopher Morrell: SUBMIT YOU SONIVA*beep*!
Michael Stelzner: Michael wrenches back on the Sharpshooter sending “The Main Attraction” reeling in more pain. . .
Justin Chambers: Kyle Cameron is inches away from the ropes. . .
Spinning heel kick by Asher Bradley lands to the back of Michael’s head. Michael falls head first into the mat. Instead of following up an attack on Michael, Asher Bradley turns his attack on Kyle Cameron. Asher Bradley arm whips Kyle Cameron off the ropes, back body drop, followed by a snap suplex. Kyle Cameron crawls to the corner and tries to slide out the ring.
Michael Stelzner: This could be the end of “The Main Attraction”?. . .
Justin Chambers: As Asher Bradley moves closer to Kyle Cameron, Kyle Cameron seems to frantically be reaching into his pocket. He’s got something rolled up into his hand. LOOKS LIKE A FOREIGN OBJECT! Kyle Cameron’s pleading to Asher Bradley’s mercy and holding up the roll. Asher Bradley arrogantly whips the roll out of Kyle Cameron’s hand. He undoes the roll and starts counting what appears to be money.
Christopher Morrell: THAT SONIVA*beep* JUST HIRED “THE HIRED GUN”
Michael Stelzner: Bradley just made a deal with the devil.
ASSHO*beep*, ASSHO*beep*, ASSHO*beep*, ASSHO*beep*!
Justin Chambers: You have to kinda agree with the fans ladies and gentlemen. Everybody has a price according to this Mob enforcer. Asher Bradley looks at the fans and smugly does a Johnny Manziel “Easy Money” gesture and walks over to Michael and picks him up by the hair and signals for Kyle Cameron to go to the top rope.
Kyle Cameron, too excited, trips and stumbles as he climbs to the top rope. Asher Bradley sits Michael on his shoulders and stands up. He’s yelling at Kyle Cameron. Kyle Cameron signals like Jimmy”Superfly” Snuka and flys. . .
Michael Stelzner: MICHAEL CATCHES “THE MAIN ATTRACTION” IN MIDAIR, “THE HIRED GUN” LOSES HIS BALANCE, SPINS, FALLS FORWARD. . .
Christopher Morrell: HOLY SH*beep*! THAT’S A FLYING CROSSBODY, GORDEBUSTER, POWERSLAM, FLYING HEAD SCISSORS!
Justin Chambers: ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWN FOR THE COUNT!
THIS IS AWESOME! YOU-CEE-EYE! THIS IS AWESOME! YOU-CEE-EYE!
Bradley barely gets to his feet as Michael manages to rolls him up from behind.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Bradley slumps back to the mat again as Cameron catches Michael off guard with a roll up of his own.
Michael Stelzner: No! He’s got the tights!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
The bell sounds as Kyle Cameron leaps up and pumps his fist, running around in shock before we cut to commercial.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:34:14 GMT -6
Kyle Cameron Segment
As soon as UCI returns from it's commercial break, we cut to the back, where a panting, out of breath Kyle Cameron is with FPV in the backstage interview area.
FPV: I'm back boys and girls, and joining me now is a very tired Kyle Cameron, fresh from his in ring UCI debut. Kyle, what were thoughts on your match just now?
Kyle Cameron: You want my thoughts....I'll give you my...my thoughts, just gimme a minute.
Cameron's sucking wind, it's obvious his performance in the match ha left him winded.
FPV: You okay man?
Kyle Cameron: SHUT UP, LOSER, I'M FINE! You wanna talk about my match, I saw nothing but technical mastery in there! I laid it all out on the line, and put all those UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS you call the UCI Galaxy WHO THE REAL CHAMP IS!
FPV: Well Kyle uhh, not for nothing but, you just got your fuckin ass handed to you in that ring, and the only reason you won is because you took the cheapest fucking route to success, in my eyes.
Kyle Cameron: YOU WANNA ARGUE ABOUT THIS MAN! CAUSE I'MMA ARGUE YOU, ARGUE YOU WITH MY FISTS!
Cameron tries to land a jab at FPV, but the crafty veteran ducks and gets himself into position....then...
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Michael Stelzner: Our first official headshot in the UCI folks! And it's sent young Kyle Cameron straight through the UCI backdrop!
Christopher Morrell: Damn son, our boi Franky tore that poor cunts head right off!
Justin Chambers: That Cameron kid is the Jabroni types we were talking bout when we hired Franky. Ain't no one fucks with the Frankster. Ain't no one.
As Kyle's lifeless body rests on top of the destroyed UCI backdrop, FPV leaves for him to be tended by medical.
FPV: What can I say, bitches get stitched, hehe.
Dank Frank giggles and leaves the room as the crowd chants his name.
Crowd: F-P-V! F-P-V! F-P-V!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:35:05 GMT -6
Benjamin Atreyu/Alessandra/Thursday segment 3
The Chef comes back once again.
Chef Atticus Rex: For our third course I’ve taken simply the oysters out of the chickens and destroyed the rest. The oysters are these small yet tender pieces that are near where the leg/thigh and the breast connect. They are generally attached to leg quarters to add an extra texture to the meat, but I’ve harvested 30 of them for you… 2 per chicken, which means 15 chickens were meaninglessly slaughtered in order to retrieve less than one pound of meat for you to enjoy for course 3 of this delicacy.
Alessandra; You’ve gotten better and better each course, Chef.
Benjamin Atreyu: Yes. The description alone works my appetite into a frenzy.
Thursday: That tends to be the way, isn’t it? Save the best, discard the rest? I don’t know; you can never trim enough fat off the meat. You’re excused, Chef.
Alessandra: So Benjamin. That’s why we are here. I’m not one for long negotiations. There is some fat to be trimmed. Well let’s talk money.
Benjamin Atreyu: You don’t know who-
Alessandra smiles.
Alessandra: I didn’t ask who, I don’t care. I asked how much.
Benjamin took a moment and cleared his throat.
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, I can’t say I don’t respect how you get directly to the core of the matter. I feel the ‘trimming the fat’ analogy is quite fitting in that instance as well. As far as money is concerned...well, I risk introducing an old cliche, but…
Benjamin fished a pen out of his suit pocket and grabs a napkin. He writes something on it and flips it down onto the table before pushing it over to Alessandra first.
Benjamin Atreyu: I hope that number is at least a good starting point.
Alessandra glances at Thursday.
Alessandra: That depends.
Benjamin Atreyu: On?
Alessandra: The name.
Benjamin Atreyu: Of course. As far as who-
The feed cuts to black.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:35:32 GMT -6
Alex Richards vs. Erin Fausse vs. Bonnie Blue
Michael Stelzner: I'm fairly excited for this next match; we've got the "Archduke of Mass Confusion", Alex Richards, in Triple Threat action against the "Daughter of Time", Bonnie Blue, and Erin "I Don't Have A Nickname" Fausse.
Chris Morell: Great; a drunken fat fuck, and two saggy-assed tramps. Fuck sakes, somebody shoot me.
Justin Chambers: After some of the things you've said tonight, I'm kind of surprised no one's tried yet.
The opening guitar solo to "I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by the Kinks plays then Alex Richards steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the brim with Zim-Quila in the other. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them. He wanders around ringside talking to fans for a few minutes killing time before finally entering the ring.
Chris Morell: Ugh, this match hasn't even started yet, and I'm already sick of looking at his ugly mug. Can we get the women out here? At least they're supposed to have tits.
Justin Chambers: We're never going to get signed to a network if you keep talking like that; the FCC would go crazy.
The lights in the arena slowly die out, leaving only a lone spotlight shining on the ramp as "Ave Maria" begins to play faintly over the speakers. Erin Fausse emerges from behind the curtain with a wide smile on her face, though she recoils, slightly perturbed at the chorus of boos that greet her. She shakes her head and makes her way down to the ring, ascending the steps and stepping under the middle rope before making her way to her corner.
Michael Stelzner: The fans already don't seem too impressed with Miss Fausse, despite this being her in-ring debut.
Justin Chambers: Maybe some of them are pissed off by what she had to say about Richards and Blue earlier in the week.
Chris Morell: Or maybe they just don't know class when they see it. I take back what I said; this tramp's ass definitely isn't saggy.
Smoke covers the stage as the opening riff of Erock's "Doctor Who Meets Metal" echoes through the venue; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.
Michael Stelzner: And here's the final competitor in the match, the Daughter of Time, Bonnie Blue
Chris Morell: Can we get past this shit, and move on to something less boring? Like watching paint dry?
Justin Chambers: Speak for yourself, man. We're about to watch two hot chicks have a catfight! What's boring about that?
Chris Morell: Maybe the ugly bald fuck who's going to turn it all into a pile of shit?
(DING! DING! DING!)
All three competitors come to the middle of the ring warily - well, the women approach warily. Alex Richards saunters out of his corner, and offers a handshake to Bonnie Blue. Though a little hesitant Bonnie accepts the handshake, and Erin Fausse slips in behind Blue; taking her down to the mat in a schoolboy roll up.
Michael Stelzner: Erin Fausse trying to steal one right off the hop!
Justin Chambers: Doesn't do her any good, though; Bonnie's still way too fresh, and kicks out before one.
Chris Morell: Shit. And here I was, about to call this the best match of the night.
Bonnie indeed escapes the pin; her back somersault landing her near the ropes. Richards takes advantage, and plants a heavy kick in Erin's ribs before she can climb back to her feet. He then pulls her up to a vertical base, and positions her for a belly-to-back suplex. As Alex lifts Fausse off her feet, Blue sprints across the ring and leaps into the air, hitting Richards with a front dropkick right in the sternum. Alex and Erin both crash down to the ring hard, the unexpected extra momentum driving the air from Richards' lungs on impact. Bonnie bounds to her feet and hits the ropes, then hops over Alex on the way back, and drops a mighty elbow on Fausse. Blue immediately hooks a leg, and the ref slides into position.
ONE!
TW--
Michael Stelzner: And Alex Richards yanks Bonnie Blue off Erin Fausse by the ankle.
Chris Morell: Fuck's sake, that's twice now. Just let it end already!
Justin Chambers: Man, it's just getting started.
Chris Morell: I was afraid you'd say that.
Bonnie spins around in a flash, taking the fight to Richards before either of them regain their feet. A lunging forearm smash along the jaw puts a surprised look on Alex's face, and puts the Archduke himself on his ass. Blue scrambles closer with an unrelenting series of forearMichael Stelzner that Richards struggles to block and avoid. Erin Fausse provides him a brief respite as she tackles Bonnie, and begins to viciously rake at the other woman's eyes. The official interjects himself, threatening Erin with disqualification. She doesn't take too kindly to this, and stands nose to nose, arguing with the ref. She draws back a hand as if to slap him, and Alex Richards locks her in a half Nelson. An expression of shock crosses Fausse's face just before Richards heaves her up and over with a half-Nelson suplex.
Michael Stelzner: Good God! Erin Fausse just folded up like an accordion! But she still has the wherewithal to roll out of the ring.
Justin Chambers: And out of harm's way. Girl's gonna need one hell of a spa day after this.
Chris Morell: Look at this prick; look how pleased with himself he is for beating up on a woman.
Michael Stelzner: We live in an age of equality and enlightenment; these women knew the risks they'd be taking when they signed on, and the guys knew they'd have wrestle them sooner or later.
Bonnie stands on the opposite side of the ring, leaning against the ropes and rubbing at her eyes. Once her vision clears, she looks up to see Alex coming toward her. Blue rushes Richards, who swings a massive lariat. Bonnie ducks under the arm and continues to the other side of the ring, where Erin reaches into the ring and wraps an arm around Blue's ankles. Bonnie hits the mat face first, but has no time to react before Fausse pulls her out of the ring. A hard shot to the jaw rocks Blue on her heels, but she retaliates with a right hook of her own, bringing a collective "Oooh" from the crowd. Erin and Bonnie meet each other's eyes for the briefest of moments, then both surge forward into a collar and elbow tie-up of sorts; each takes hold of the other, and they begin to flail at each other with elbows, knees, and fists. Blue manages to take the upper hand with an unexpected headbutt that staggers Fausse back a few steps, then drives her to the floor with a running back elbow.
Michael Stelzner: Some great back and forth action there; too many strikes to call. But while these two are going at it outside the ring, Alex Richards is just standing there watching. That's a good strategy in a Triple Threat match; let your opponents do most of the work.
Justin Chambers: Yeah, I don't think it's strategy that's on his mind, man.
Bonnie reaches down to pull Erin to her feet, and Fausse fights back. Climbing to a vertical base under her own power, Erin kicks Blue in the gut, then grabs her in a side Russian leg sweep position. As Fausse bends the two of them forward to gain momentum, Alex lets out a piercing wolf whistle; showing his appreciation of the view. Outside the ring, both Erin and Bonnie slowly straighten up, and turn to face Richards with identical expressions of displeasure; they simultaneously cross their arms over their chests, and cock one leg at precisely the same angle.
Justin Chambers: Oh shit. Richards done fucked up, now.
Chris Morell: HAHAHAHAHA! You stupid fuck!
Michael Stelzner: Run, Alex!
Whether in answer to Michael's advice - or simply because he knows better - Alex's eyes widen, and he turns to make a hasty retreat. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't even make it halfway across the mat before Blue and Fausse storm the ring together. Erin goes low with a chop block. Bonnie goes high with a face crusher. Alex goes down like a ton of bricks. The deadly duo of damsels proceed to lay the boots to Richards for a few moments, until Fausse breaks the unspoken truce. Erin spins Blue around and delivers a hard kick to the gut, doubling Bonnie over. Fausse hits the ropes, then comes back with a knee trembler that puts the Daughter of Time flat on her back. While the women go at it, Alex rolls himself out onto the apron for a breather. Erin gives Blue a few stomps to keep her dazed, then heads to the high rent district.
Michael Stelzner: Erin Fausse heading to the top rope, possibly looking for some Divine Intervention.
Justin Chambers: If she lands this, it's all over.
Chris Morell: Please land it, please land it, please land it.
Fausse leaps off the top turnbuckle and flips gracefully through the air, then lands hard on Bonnie. Erin wastes no time catching her breath, and instead hooks a leg as the ref slides into place.
ONE!
Richards looks over his shoulder in surprise, and scrambles to his feet on the apron.
TWO!
Alex climbs through the ropes and charges across the ring, diving the last few feet with a double axehandle...
THREE!
Which lands a half second too late.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Chris Morell: Finally!
Michael Stelzner: Alex Richards made a simple mistake, and it cost him the match. But at least he fared better than poor Bonnie Blue.
Erin snatches her hand away from the referee, and raises both arms overhead with a condescending smile. She accepts the chorus of boos as though it were a standing ovation; primping and preening for a few moments while enjoying her victory. At length, Fausse exits the ring and struts back up the ramp, while in the ring Richards tries to help Bonnie to her feet.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:36:27 GMT -6
Andre Jenson vs. Demarcus Jordan vs. Occulo vs. Aurora
A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson, clad in full plate armor and carrying a sword and shield, appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp. He then beckons to the back and 4 other similarly clad LARPers emerge, flanking him. They look like a classic dungeon party. The big man, wearing full armour and holding a shield and sword takes position in front, while the tiny elf, dressed in green druid like clothing takes the rear, waving his staff in the air. The other two, a woman wielding a bow and a rather scary looking hairy beast wielding an axe take position either side of Jenson.
Jenson makes some waving movements with his hands and shouts something to the ceiling and they all start moving forward, seemingly satisfied.
When they get to the ring, the referee rushes over to him and starts yelling at Jenson, screaming that he needs to take off the armor and hand over the weaponry. Jenson screams back that he requires the weapons for the tournament, that his opponents will no doubt rip him to shreds if he shed his armor and relinquished his equipment. The pair argue in circles for a few moments, before Jenson reluctantly hands over the sword and shield, before shedding the armor.
Michael Stelzner: I think Jenson believes this is a medieval tournament of sorts.
Ser Christopher Morell: Fuckin' weird cunt.
Justin Chambers: What's a medieval?
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, talking shit to the fans and whatnot. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer hits the speakers as the lights go out. We see the Single Cloud symbol on the titantron (red with a black background) as a faint white spotlight glows at the centre of the stage. In the spotlight is Occulo who is bowing with his hands together. He looks to the sky and the lights flash on all at once. He then makes his way to the ring high-fiving fans and slides into the ring ready for combat.
Rock n' Roll Queen by Skarlett Riot blasts through the arena, as the words begin to play Aurora walks out onto the stage followed by Chelsea Armstrong as she strikes a pose. Purple and Blue sparks rain down behind the two of them as she begins walking down the ramp. She hits the hands of a few selected fans before walking around the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope in front of the announcers. Chelsea climbs the steps and steps in between the ropes as Aurora climbs the turnbuckle raising her hands in the air and playing a cocky smirk across her lips. Jumping down she gives Chelsea a kiss before looking towards the entrance ramp awaiting her opponent.
The ref calls for the bell and for a few seconds, the four in the ring stand, frozen in their respective corners. Eyes darting to each of their opponents. Then, as if in a blink of an eye all four explode out of the corner and charge at the others: Aurora rushing like a head of steam aimed right at Occulo while Jenson and Jordan lock up on the other side of the ring. Aurora gets caught and has her head nearly taken off by a clothesline from Occulo, who doesn't waste a second, pulling Aurora up to her feet and whipping her into his corner.
Meanwhile, Jenson and Jordan struggle for control. Jordan, the heavier of the two starts to gain an advantage in the tie-up, raking Jenson's eyes and pulling away. The crowd boos his heinous act and he laughs, before kicking Jenson in the gut, doubling the King of Kem over. Jordan slings Jenson's arm around his neck and goes to hoist Jenson up for a snap suplex, only for Jenson to hook his leg around the back of Jordan's leg!
Michael Stelzer: He blocked it!
Ser Christopher Morell: Keep it in your pants, dickweed.
Jenson punches Jordan in the nose and shoves him off, before wrapping his arms around Jordan and hoisting him up for a belly-to-belly suplex! NO! Jordan nails Jenson with a headbutt to the nose before his feet even leave the mat, sending Jenson stumbling backwards.
On the other side of the ring, Occulo's busy working Aurora over in the corner, peppering her with chops and strikes designed to keep her on the ground.
Michael Stelzner: Good strategy from Occulo here, not wanting to let Aurora build up a head of steam.
Ser Christopher Morell: Is "good strategy" American slang for "being a quivering pussy"?
Justin Chambers: …
However, Aurora ducks one of the strikes and rolls out from underneath the bigger man, before spinning around and delivering a well placed kick to the inside of Occulo's knee. He grimaces upon impact, before his lips curl into a smile and he gestures for Aurora to bring it on.
Ser Christopher Morell: Way to let her out of the corner you fuckin' idiot.
Aurora hits the ropes and drops Occulo with a lariat. Occulo hits the mat and hops right back up to his feet, gesturing at Aurora as if to ask "is that the best you got"? Seeing the opportunity presenting itself, Aurora grins at Occulo before delivering a swift kick to the nuts. She stands over him, mimicking the same mocking gesture he'd shown her.
Ser Christopher Morell: Don't act like you got a pair Occulo. Get back up!
She drops down for the pin.
One
Two
Broken up by Andre Jenson! He collapses atop Aurora with a double axe handle, before pulling her back up to her feet. Aurora delivers an elbow smash to Jenson, then another, and another. A series of lightning quick elbows pushing Jenson into the ropes. She goes to whip him into the opposite set of ropes, however Jenson reverses and winds up whipping Aurora into the ropes. She rebounds off the ropes and runs right into a -- lightning bolt? Or, more accurately, a tiny little beanbag that she barely even notices hitting her. She pauses for a moment, as if to try and comprehend what the hell just happened, before furrowing her brow at the Bane of Undersund, finally delivering a knee to Jenson's stomach. She delivers another rapid-fire series of strikes to Jenson, before dropping him with a quick DDT.
Meanwhile, Occulo and Jordan are trading blows. A wild right from Occulo, striking Jordan in the cheek. Jordan responds with a jab to Occulo's eye, before delivering a couple of chops to Occulo's chest. Occulo headbutts Jordan, before delivering a snap suplex that sends both men to the mat. Occulo floats over into a full mount position, dropping bombs on Jordan, who quickly puts his arms up to block, ensuring his shoulders are off the mat.
Aurora's ascending the turnbuckles and leaps off with a moonsault that connects with the fallen Jenson! She hooks the leg, hoping that the other two are too busy brawling to notice.
One
Both Occulo and Jordan realize what's going on.
Two
Both men charge and leap, dogpiling the pinning predicament and breaking up the pin.
Michael Stelzner: And this one continues!
Ser Christopher Morell: Fuck me.
Michael Stelzner: Maybe later bby.
Justin Chambers: …
Ser Christopher Morell: …
Michael Stelzner: …
God: …
The quartet all get back to their feet, the match devolving into a massive brawl. Jordan throws soupbones at Aurora. Occulo and Jenson mix it up, throwing punches and kicks at each other in a flurry of violence. Jordan grabs Aurora by the hair and pulls her downward into a knee! He does so again and again, until blood begins to leak from her nose. He lets go and Aurora falls to the mat, rolling over onto her back. Jordan climbs the turnbuckles and launches off, looking for the Shooting Star!
The Starship Pain is nailed to perfection! He then hops back up to his feet and rushes over to the brawling duo, leaping atop both with a jumping axe handle, delivering chops to both men as they adjust to the surprise of Jordan's entrance. Both Jenson and Occulo grab Jordan's hands and whip him into the ropes. Jordan leaps over the ropes and lands on the apron, only to catch a forearm smash to the face from Occulo. However, he grabs Occulo's arm on the way down and pulls him over the ropes. Both men drop to the floor like a ton of bricks. Jenson pulls out his d20 and rolls it before hitting the ropes and diving through the middle rope for a suicide dive. What he doesn't see is the d20 landing on one.
His foot gets caught in the rope and he falls right to the ground beside the two men who are struggling to get up to their feet. Jordan gets up first and drags Jenson up to his feet, slapping him in the face on the way up. Occulo delivers a forearm to the back of Jordan's head.
In the ring, Aurora's back up to her feet. She hits the ropes and nails a Somersault Plancha on all three men on the outside of the ring! All four fall to the floor, with Aurora getting up first. The other three stir after a few moments, rolling over onto their stomachs and pushing themselves up to their knees. Andre Jenson falls backwards into the apron and uses it to aid him in standing up. Jordan and Occulo stumble upwards as well. Jenson sneaks back into the ring, followed by Aurora.
Occulo tries to slide into the ring, but Jordan grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back into the ringside area. Jordan delivers a couple of elbow smashes to Occulo's forehead before whipping him into the ring steps.
Jordan dusts off his hands and climbs into the ring. He wastes no time going on the attack again, delivering a chop block to Andre Jenson, dropping him to the mat. Both Aurora and Jordan deliver stomps to the fallen Andre Jenson. Jenson tries to roll away from the flurry of boots stomping him into the dust. He rolls over to the edge of the ring, reaching desperately towards the cooler his party left open by him. He grabs one of the potions and rolls out of the ring. He opens the bottle and quickly chugs it, before roaring in anger and sliding back into the ring, immediately getting hit with the same series of stomps. However, this time he seems to shrug off the blows, exploding back to his feet!
He knees Aurora in the stomach and punches DeMarcus Jordan in the nose, before slinging both of their arms around his neck. Double Suplex!
Ser Christopher Morell: Fuckin' retard strength.
Occulo climbs back into the ring, eyes locked on Andre Jenson.
Michael Stelzner: Jordan up quickly as he throws Jenson over the top rope!
Justin Chambers: Occulo after Jordan!
Michael Stelzner: Oesophagus Bureau!
Occulo goes for pin!
One
Two
Three!
Heston Meeks: Your winner, Occulo!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 22, 2016 23:37:02 GMT -6
Wentworth Updegraff Jr. vs. Teddy Sol vs. Jay Omega vs. Shadowlove
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the final match of the night as a rolling cheer spills from the crowd. Michael Stelzner: And here we are, the main event! And what a show we’ve had tonight. Chris Morrell: Have we? Michael Stelzner: I assume that’s a rhetorical question. Chris Morrell: No, I mean I’ve just been sort of watching baby animals off YouTube this whole time. I have no idea what’s going on.
Justin Chambers: You know this is a job, right?
Chris Morrell: Have you looked at where we are? Do you actually expect our checks to go through?
A light hits the shoddily constructed curtained arch as “Playa” by D-Loc hits the P.A. The steady thud of the bass and beat shakes the rickety metal structure as the curtain parts and Wentworth Updegraff Jr. enters the arena. The crowd boos as a smug grin stretches across Updegraff’s mouth and his arms spread. Chris Morrell: Gay.
Justin Chambers: You have no chill.
A woman steps through the curtain behind Updegraff, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. His grin fades to a calm smirk as he turns and takes her hand, strutting to the ring as his robe billows around his ankles. As he reaches the bottom of the ring, he does a slow spin before the woman reaches up to grip the robe by the shoulders and remove it from him. Sliding into the ring, he takes his corner right as “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode hits the P.A. The crowd pops loudly! Justin Chambers: So, Shadowlove. Absolute lunatic or brilliant troll?
Chris Morrell: Lunatic.
Michael Stelzner: Both.
The lights lower as multi-colored strobes go off and smoke fills the arena. From the haze steps the “Dynamic Duo”, Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto who bask for a moment in the cheers of the crowd. Camera flashes beginning strobing through the crowd as Shadowlove and Miyamoto stalk down the ramp, stopping to pose occasionally. The crowd’s energy remains intense. Michael Stelzner: Shadowlove was a hot prospect in WCF before being picked up by UCI. What do we think his ceiling is here? Chris Morrell: Shit.
Justin Chambers: Just because he’s a weirdo doesn’t mean he isn’t a good wrestler. Michael Stelzner: Agreed. I think the reception of the crowd signals good things for him to come.At the bottom of the ring, Shadowlove slides in. The lights go up as the crowd gives another cheer, followed by an even bigger cheer as “Shining Star” by Earth, Wind, and Fire hits the P.A. With a burst of pyro and flash of light, Teddy Sol bursts through the curtains, running to the front row of fans and slapping hands excitedly. Chris Morrell: He’s not as cute without the mask.
Justin Chambers: Nobody cared who I was until I put on the mask. Crowd: Teo! Teo! Teo!
Michael Stelzner: The crowd is clearly fired up. The question lingers: will Teddy Sol be able to eclipse his storied popularity as Teo del Sol?
Sliding into the ring, Teo pulls himself up one of the corners and raises his arms. The crowd responds resoundingly. The lights dim and “15 Minutes” by Egypt Central hits as a strobe light hits. The building shakes with cheers. Chris Morrell: Oh god.
The curtain parts as the Omega man steps before the crowd, his eyes closed as he takes in the noise. His arms spread as a cocky smirk slowly snakes along his lips. His head coming up, his eyes open and he pumps his arms in and gives a war whoop to the joy of the fans. He begins to walk down to the ring. Michael Stelzner: Brash. Arrogant. Aggressive. Jay Omega is a polarizing figure. But no matter what anyone thinks about the way he carries himself, his name is ubiquitous with success. A storied and decorated career and an enigmatic persona has made Omega already one of the most feared signings in UCI. Tonight will be a testament to whether or not that dominance will continue here.Omega slaps hands as he makes his way to the ring, sliding in and pulling himself up to wild cheer. Dropping down, he crosses to the other corner and pulls himself up for the cheer before dropping again. The music dies as he stays in this corner, eying the three men across from him. The bell rings as the four competitors step forth. Christopher Morrell: Looks like it’s time for my bathroom break.
Omega and Shadowlove grapple up as Updegraff wastes no time blasting Sol from behind with a forearm to the head! The crowd boos as Sol stumbles forward, a second clubbing forearm hammering down on the back of his head. He wraps Teddy in a side headlock as Jay Omega manages to get an upperhand on Shadowlove. Omega tosses Shadowlove to the mat with a headlock takedown, wrenching the neck of the Handsome Halfbreed for a quick second before letting go. Teddy, meanwhile throws a fist into the ribs of Updegraff, causing the headlock to loosen enough for him to slip out. When Updegraff turns, he is nailed with a dropkick by Sol! Justin Chambers: Still got it.
Updegraff slaps the mat in frustration as he gets up, Teddy waiting for him. Staring down the former luchador, Wentworth smiles, offering a hand in sportsmanship. The crowd boos – they know what’s coming. Teddy, in typical Teddy fashion, does not, and takes the gesture. Wentworth pulls him in immediately for a short-arm clothesline. He stomps the downed star as the booing intensifies. Michael Stelzner: What a douche.
Crowd: YOU CAN’T WRESTLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
Wentworth Updegraff Jr.: SHUT UP!
Wentworth pulls Teo to his feet and whips him at the ropes, expecting him to tumble outside. Content, he turns away and fails to see Teo do a cartwheel and rebound! His back to the luchador, Updegraff is taken completely by surprise as a lariat drives him to the ground! Meanwhile, on the outside, Shadowlove has launched Omega into the steel steps, turning from him to slide back in the ring and confront Teddy. The two exchange chops, both at a standstill. Shadowlove counters a chop into a deep armdrag, sending Sol across the ring. Sol falls into a beautiful tumble, recovering gracefully as he is able to intercept Shadowlove with an armdrag of his own. Teddy runs at the ropes, rebounding and diving for a crossbody, bringing Shadowlove to the mat. He pins! 1! Broken up by Updegraff! Updegraff grabs Teddy by the hair, turning and tossing him out of the ring, now taking careful attention to make sure the luchador stays there. Turning back to Shadowlove, he covers. 1! Shadowlove kicks out! Updegraff rolls him over, locking in an STF. He wrenches hard, a crazed look coming over his face as he hopes to win in the window of opportunity. Wentworth Updegraff, Jr.: TAP OUT! TAP OUT!
Shadowlove grimaces, shoving himself forward on one leg towards the ropes. His fingers are inches from them, just barely out of reach as his hand trembles. A hand reaches out and grabs his, wrenching him forward to the apron as Jay Omega blasts him with a right hand and jumps to nail Updegraff with a dropkick through the middle rope for his troubles! The crowd goes wild! Michael Stelzner: Omega back in the action! All three stars are at his mercy!
Justin Chambers: LOLmega.
Omega springboards off the top rope, flipping backward in a beautiful knee drop moonsault onto the back of Updegraff! He pulls the Standard of Sophistication up, whipping him into the corner and following close behind for a shining wizard into a second-rope bulldog! Omega covers! 1! 2! Updegraff kicks out. Omega runs a hand through his hair, looking at the turnbuckle. He climbs slowly, looking down at his prey. Before he can dive, Teddy Sol has pulled himself up, nailing Omega in the back with an Enziguri! Omega topples back to the mat as the crowd pops! Teo begins egging them on! Michael Stelzner: Oh man, here he goes!
Justin Chambers: Fuck yeah, Teo! Get this shit!
Teo jumps to the second rope, diving for the Habanero High Dive! Instead, it’s Shadowlove who intercepts him with a flying headbutt, sending Mr. Sunshine crashing across the ring. He looks down at Omega and is immediately schoolboyed by Wentworth! 1! 2! Miyamoto reaches in, pulling Shadowlove by the arm to the ropes. The referee immediately stops the count as he begins yelling at her. Wentworth gets up, livid, and begins yelling at both her and the referee. In the chaos, Jay Omega and Teddy Sol get to their feet. Omega runs at Wentworth, blasting him from behind with a dropkick to send him tumbling over the ropes and onto Ms. Miyamoto! Shadowlove pops up, his eyes wild with anger as he turns to Omega, a wild haymaker thrown his way. Omega ducks, giving him a superkick for his troubles! Justin Chambers: Omega on fiyah!
Michael Stelzner: Two competitors still standing!Teddy and Omega turn to face one another, circling the ring. Chop! Chop! The audience cheers with each each. A chop from Teo send Omega turning… only for him to spin and deliver a vicious roundhouse to the head of Teddy! Mr. Sunshine is staggered, and Omega lifts him in a pump handle position, dropping down with a double knee backbreaker! Justin Chambers: METALLICA!
Omega rolls over for the cover! 1! 2! 3! Chris Morrell: Alright, I’m back and got us hotdogs. I see I missed nothing important.
Jay Omega climbs to his feet as the crowd goes wild! “15 Minutes” blares as he raises his arms triumphantly. Michael Stelzner: Jay Omega has continued his path of domination here tonight in UCI. At this point, the sky’s the limit for the Omega man!
The feed ends abruptly as Omega makes a belt motion around his waist. The final image is a simple black-and-white happy face. “See You Next Week”
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