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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:10:27 GMT -6
Introduction
We are officially beginning Sunday Night Overload in Kansas, City, Kansas! The cameras pan around the Sprint Center arena at different sections of the crowd going completely bonkers that UCI has finally reached into their own city. Now we switch to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia who are excited to be here.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome everyone to another episode of Sunday Night Overload! We are here in Kansas City, Kansas. Our lovely Sprint Center as we grace you tonight with not one, not two but THREE championship matches!
Gravedigger: Aww’ yeah mothafuckas! UCI Television, Tag, and Intercontinental Championships are on the line. And I damn sure wanna see new champions. All the new ones are pissing me off!
Jimmy Garcia: Well let’s begin with-
“Playa” by D-Loc begins to play, and Wentworth Updegraff Jr. struts out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd boos loudly, as the sharply dressed man rolls his eyes, and makes his way up the ring steps.
Gravedigger: Hot off the heels of the wildly successful Updegraff Industries Invitational a couple weeks ago, we’ve got Wentworth Updegraff Jr.
Jimmy Garcia: Wildly successful for who? He bashed Bonnie Blue over the head with a briefcase, and handed a hundred thousand dollars to one of his billionaire buddies in David Sanchez. It may as well have been a campaign contribution!
Wentworth grabs a microphone as the music dies. The fans grow no quieter though..
Wentworth: If you would all kindly show some respect while I am talking, and shut your gaping mouths…
This only causes the crowd to boo louder. Wentworth stands still in the middle of the ring, waiting until the fans quiet enough for him to speak.
Wentworth: Ladies and gentlemen! I want to thank you all for tuning in to the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational tournament. It was an event that has already made Updegraff Industries an estimated 3.5 million dollars, .03% of which will be going directly to charity… after taxes of course. You made it all possible! Thank you!
The crowd boos some more, as Wentworth stands there with a self satisfied smile spreading across his face.
Wentworth: That’s right, we could not have done it without the UCI fans, and for that I am forever grateful. There is one thing I feel like I need to address, however. Bonnie Blue. I want you to understand that what I did at the tournament was… well… why don’t we just roll the footage.
Up on the big screen, a video from the tournament plays, where Wentworth tells Bonnie he respects her effort, and tries to shake her hand, only to clobber her with the metal briefcase. We come back from the video, and the crowd is booing even louder.
Wentworth: Now, I want you to understand, Bonnie, what I did was something I had to do. It doesn’t mean I don’t respect you. It just means… you have to be destroyed. You see your friend Jay Omega sealed your fate when he poked the hornet’s nest and ran away like a coward. Now I have to destroy the Guardians one by one until he comes back and gives me the match I deserve.
The crowd starts chanting “Jay O-me-ga *clap clap clapclapclap*” Wentworth pauses, sighing sarcastically into the microphone, causing the chanting to grow louder.
Wentworth: This will go a lot faster if you could all shut up for a few minutes…
More booing. A few fans even throw garbage into the ring.
Wentworth: That’s right! Throw garbage! Boo me! Do it because you know I’m right, and it hurts too much to turn that hate inward. To look inside yourself and realize that your heroes are cowards and frauds! That only men like me, the men you envy and despise have the drive and the balls to do what needs to be done. To win!
Jimmy Garcia: My god he thinks highly of himself.
Gravedigger: And why not? He’s UCI’s first ever champion. First ever two time champion, and the greatest television champion in our history. He has every right to be cocky.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the crowd begins to cheer.
Wentworth: Good! I’m glad you lot are finally starting to see things my way.
The camera finds that this is not the case. The fans started cheering because Bonnie Blue has jumped the barricade behind Wentworth, and rolled her way into the ring, steel chair in hand. She stands behind Wentworth, until he turns around. When he sees her, he drops to his backside in surprise, and scoots back across the ring into the corner, his eyes wider than they’ve ever been. Bonnie motions like she’s going to attack, but instead grabs the microphone he dropped.
Bonnie: You see how easy that was, Wentworth? Just inches away -- I coulda done anything -- an' I was sorely tempted, believe me. All these fine people woulda loved to watch me crack that chair over your skull, Wentworth. You wouldn'ta never seen it comin', nothin' ya coulda done about it.... An' that, right there, is why I didn't. Why I won't. Not ever. See, Wentworth, I got somethin' all your billions of dollars could never buy: integrity. Honor. Ethics. That's one you'll probably need to Google -- I reckon y'ain't had much occasion to develop any. An' unlike you, Wentworth, I don't need the element of surprise to get the upper hand. You say Jay Omega owes you a match? The match you deserve? An' that's how ya prove your point? Oh, sugar -- no. This is more of your rich, privileged entitlement trip. All you deserve is an ass-whoopin' -- an' since Jay ain't here to give it to ya, I guess that task falls to me. I think it’s high time you an’ I have ourselves a match. Meltdown seems as good a place as any to me. That is.... unless you're a coward.
Bonnie drops the microphone, as the crowd erupts, and leaves Wentworth dumbfounded in the corner of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: I can not wait for these two to meet again. Maybe Bonnie can give him another black eye.
Gravedigger: You are a violent, and uncaring man. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:14:16 GMT -6
Arabella Debut
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, already in the ring, Rose!
We cut to the ring where Rose is warming up, waiting for her opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Hey, Rose is back!
Gravedigger: I thought she was long gone after Lara Chang decimated her and took her damn head off her shoulders.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England! At five feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 114 pounds! Making her debut, she is Arabella!
The rookie makes her way to the ring, smiling and slapping some hands on the way.
Jimmy Garcia: Wonder how Rose will fair this time?!
Arabella slides into the ring, meeting her opponent in the center of the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Rose whipping Arabella off the ropes!
Gravedigger: Arabella on the rebound.
Jimmy Garcia: London calling! That big roundhouse kick and the cover!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: That was easy.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Arabella!
Jimmy Garcia: Last week, it was Chang with the good showing against Rose. Now, it’s this woman right here! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:21:06 GMT -6
Tag Team Match Eliza Dresden & Lara Chang vs Jonathan Porter & Sven Alexander
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing Maui, Hawaii! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 120 pounds. She is “The Hawaiin Spitfire” Lara Chang!
The arena goes black as a woman comes on stage with a dragon mask and a hula skirt. She stands and shouts in Japanese "beware the dragon, she's a spitfire!" and removes the mask and skirt as pyro goes off and the lights come on to reveal that it's the Hawaiian spitfire Lara Chang.
Jimmy Garcia: Big tag action here between four participants in the Rising Stars invitational!
Gravedigger: Nice little preview we’ve got in store as we head into Meltdown.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her partner! Hailing from Saegertown, Pennsylvania! At five feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 149 pounds. She is Eliza Dresden!
The chorus of 'Never Look Back' hits the sound system as the overhead lights dim, blue and white lights flashing along the rampway as spotlights of similar shades swirl over the crowd. Eliza Dresden waits all of a second before she bounds onto the stage, her energy levels already through the roof thanks to the cheers --and that's with her holding a lot of it in. Stopping at the top of the ramp, she thrusts a fist in the air... but she can't be idle for long. She all but bounces and poings her way down to the ring, darting from side to side to slap offered hands and otherwise play to the crowd, earning a decent amount of cheers as she goes along.
Jimmy Garcia: Big debut match for Eliza Dresden tonight!
Gravedigger: I want to say something sexist, but that takes effort and I’m not wasting my arsenal of offensive lines this early on into the night.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents! First! Hailing from Gothenburg, Sweden! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 169 pounds! He is “The One-Man Dysfunctional Relationship” Sven Alexander!
The whole arena goes black, the screen starts showing footage of Sven training his kicks on a dummy as the eerie intro to The Animal by Disturbed begins playing.
As the intro goes on small flickers start appearing in the video, looking like a frame of something completely has been cut into the video. The audience get their first good look at them when the intro ends with two growls from the singer.
At the same time as the growls the other video is visible, it shows Sven standing under a bride in what appears to be a makeshift ring, the ring is stained with fresh blood and Sven has a maniacal smile on his face as he looks around at the other men and women, all lying unconscious around him.
Sven walks out as the song begins in earnest, looking focused and breathing deeply to keep his nerves in check, behind him the screen continues flickering between the two videos.
Just as the screen flickers, so does Sven, on his way to the ring his head will sometimes abruptly tilt at an almost unnatural angle and he'll appear to say something to himself, the same maniacal smile from the video on his face, until he jerks his head upright, looking annoyed and giving himself a curt reply.
Upon reaching the ring Sven runs the ropes few times before removing his headband and tossing it to the crowd, he then enters his corner and does a quick stretching routine against the ropes to get ready for the match to come.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s someone we haven’t seen in awhile! You got wonder what kind of impact Sven could have on next Sunday’s invitational!
Gravedigger: Still a weirdo if you ask me.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania! At six feet tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is Jonathan “Fang” Porter!
The lights in the arena dim. A red ribbon appears on the Titantron. A female voice sings "Do do doo do doo doo do do do do do do dooo do do do" and Centuries by Fallout boy starts. Red, Gold and Silver pyro curtains begin to shower down from the bottom of the Tron and the Cross of the Wolf appears as the words TRUE IMMORTAL come together under it. Scenes of the Man In Black fighting well known superstars he's faced over his career before The Wav3 begin to montage on the screen as the Spirit of the Wolf walks through the shower of fire. A sinister look is on his face, but then he looks to the fans and smirks his trademark smirk. He walks down to the ring, taking his leather jacket off as he gets there and hands it to a ring attendant. He then slides in the ring slowly. He stands up and looks around the arena taking in the reaction of the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: Big match here as these two teams have the opportunity to work together and weaken the competition ahead of the invitational!
Gravedigger: For sure, Jimmy.
Jimmy Garcia: And it looks like Sven and Lara will be starting this one off!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: Chang with some leg kicks out of the gate here, trying to use her biggest weapon to take out Sven early.
Jimmy Garcia: Big haymaker from Sven!
Lara hits the mat and eats another big strike as she gets to her feet. When she rises again, Sven whips his opponent off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Nice dropkick reversal from Lara Chang.
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Tagging in Dresden now!
Dresden pulls Sven up to his feet, taunting him as she does so.
Gravedigger: Total disrespect from Dresden!
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like she’s got his nose, Digger!
Sven exhales deeply, trying to keep his cool as Eliza continues to taunt.
Jimmy Garcia: Smack to the face from Dresden! Bad move, Eliza!
Sven cranks his head to the side as he leaps forward.
Gravedigger: Thesz press as the freak just lays into Dresden! I’m not a fan of nutjobs like Sven Alexander, but I’d be pissed too if I were him!
Sven gets to his feet, stomping away at Eliza before yanking her up and ramming her into the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Chang tags in!
Gravedigger: Sven bouncing her head off that post though!
Jimmy Garcia: and Chang is suplexed into the ring!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Sven rises to his feet, but Lara manages to hook the leg and bring him back to the ground.
Gravedigger: Going for that figure four.
Jimmy Garcia: She locks it in! She could do serious damage here!
Gravedigger: Fang in to break it up!
The ref calls for Porter to get back to his corner which he complies with.
Jimmy Garcia: Lara bring Sven to his feet now!
Gravedigger: Back body drop from Sven!
Sven runs to Lara’s corner, striking Eliza and causing her to stumble off the apron before running towards Lara and hitting a big dropkick to his downed opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Sven taking Lara to the corner now!
Gravedigger: He lifts her up to the top, looking to keep his opponent as down as possible.
Jimmy Garcia: Superplex! Big move, but it looks like that one might’ve done a number to Sven as well!
Gravedigger: Both crawling for the tag.
Jimmy Garcia: Sven gets to Porter, but Lara Chang is just a bit out of reach it appears!
Fang rushes in stomping at the back as he enters. He lifts Chang up, shouting for her to bring her partner in.
Gravedigger: Porter looking to have some fun with both of his opponents here.
Chang tags in Eliza who goes face to face with Fang now.
Jimmy Garcia: Enzuigiri from Dresden now!
Gravedigger: She bounds off the ropes now!
Jimmy Garcia: Big boot to the face from Porter as he pops up just in time!
Sven hops in the ring, running to the opposite corner to take out Chang as Fang lifts Dresden to her feet and locks his arm under the chin.
Gravedigger: Fatal shot!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, the team of Sven Alexander and Jonathan Porter!
Jimmy Garcia: Impressive showing from Sven and Porter here who seem fired up as they prepare to head into the invitational at Meltdown!
The pairing of Eliza and Lara are walking up the ramp, helping each other limp along, meanwhile Fang and Sven are standing in the ring, heatedly arguing about who is at fault for their loss.
Upon reaching the top of the ramp, Eliza turns around and calls out to Sven, he turns around, a smile on his face as he looks to see what his defeated opponent has to say.
Eliza smiles and raises a microphone to her lips.
Eliza Dresden: Congratulations Sven, but i don’t think i need to remind you that you won’t have that Wolf of Wallstreet with you at Meltdown.
She lowers the microphone; smiling she raises her other hand to her lips, blowing a kiss towards the man in the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Some confident words there from Eliza Dresden!
Gravedigger: Oh don’t sugarcoat it Jimmy, she just wanted to have the last word, she’s a sore loser!
The blown kiss appears to have had some effect on Max, as he and Sven are having some form of heated rivalry, Sven looks to be having some problems controlling his other self as his head is jerking from side to side, his arms shaking.
Fang approaches his partner, more curious than concerned.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s not a good idea, Fang!
Gravedigger: Who are you to give advice to a businessman?”
Porter slowly reaches out, touching Sven on the shoulder. The contact seems to wake the pair from their internal conflict; Sven slowly turns around to face Fang, looking truly terrified he mouths the word “Run”, before losing the last semblance of self-control.
Max lashes out with a stiff European Uppercut to Fang before wrapping his right arm around the head of Porter.
Jimmy Garcia: What on Earth, What is Max doing!?”
Gravedigger: He’s taking out the competition, I just might have judged this kid a bit too harshly!
Max follows it up with three hard knees to the right shoulder; He underhooks the right arm of Fang with his left and turn his head to look at the women on top of the ramp as he raises his other arm straight up into the air, taking only a short moment to wave to Eliza before bringing his arm straight down onto the shoulder blade of Fang.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my God! Max might have just broken that shoulder blade!”
Max is standing right over Fang, looking down on him as he writhes on the mat in pain, his signature manic smile on his face.
He turns around, walking around the ring, taking in the shocked expression of the entire crowd; he looks to the top of the ramp and raises his hand to his lips, blowing Eliza a kiss of his own.
While Max has been gloating, Fang has managed to make his way back to his feet, and when Max turns back towards him he gives him a firm slap across the face. The impact tuns Max face around and almost forces him to his knees, but it also causes a sharp pain to shoot down his arm from the injured shoulder blade, giving Max enough time to get to his feet again.
Fang goes for a second slap, but this time Max sees it coming and he catches the hand of Porter, Fang tries to throw a slap with his remaining free hand, but that is caught too.
Max pulls Fangs arms into straight jacket hold, tucking his head underneath Max arm.
Jimmy Garcia: No Max, don’t do this!
Max pays no attention to the play-by-play commentator as he leaps up, wrapping his legs around the waist of Fang as the drives him head first into the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Tvangstrojan!
Gravedigger: What did you just call me?
Max slowly stands back up and raises his arms to the sky, soaking in the boos as Fang lies motionless next to him, he holds this pose as he starts blinking, his eyes unfocused as Sven slowly takes back control. He looks around, trying to understand why everyone is booing him and why his former opponents are staring at him, he follows their gaze to the crumpled body of Fang, his eyes go wide in shock and he starts looking around for whoever did this, his eyes seem to light up as he puts the pieces together and realizes who is to blame, before that light goes out as he fall to the mat, unconscious.
Medical personnel rushes to the ring with two stretchers, passing Eliza and Lara who are still standing on the entrance ramp in stunned silence, as the camera feed goes black, cutting to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:22:56 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:24:24 GMT -6
Eliza Dresden Segment
The camera cuts to a backstage hallway, one of the main thoroughfares to be exact. Production assistants and gaffers can be seen moving around at that frenetic pace that only a professional wrestling show in full swing can produce. Even though she had a brave front after her first match in UCI ending in a loss, the grin has faded from Eliza Dresden's lips--exhaustion being what shows most now. Unfortunately, she's not going to be left alone.
FPV: Eliza, Eliza!
Stepping into the shot, it's clear that FPV had to at least speed-walk to catch up with his chosen subject… who slows to a stop out of respect for him, not because she wants to humor his presence. It's not long at all before the interviewer catches up to her, mic in hand.
FPV: Eliza, any comments on your first loss? Do you feel that you let Lara Chang down?
A sigh leaves Eliza's lips as she turns her head to look at the interviewer.
Eliza Dresden: Well obviously I feel bad, but--
Before Eliza can finish her sentence, pale hands are reaching into the shot and ensnaring the rookie by her hair! Dresden is thrown against the wall hard enough to bounce off of it and fall backwards as her assailant steps into the shot, an unfamiliar-to-most blond with waist-length hair and the sort of cruel expression that can only mean bad things for Eliza. FPV is quick to make himself scarce as the stranger surges forward to drop down beside the other woman, a few hard lefts connecting soundly with Eliza's face that the rookie can do little to guard against. She gets in one final, particularly forceful shot to Dresden's face before she's rolling her target onto her stomach and cinches in a picture-perfect Omoplata! Dresden screams in pain, the sound summoning forth security… but before they can get the mystery woman off of the rookie, there's a sickening pop sound before the hold is released, the unknown blond getting to her feet as casually as if she was just sitting on a bench while waiting for a friend. It's obvious that Eliza's shoulder has been torn out of its socket by the unnatural angle of her arm. Straightening out the sleeves of the expensive black blouse she's wearing, the unknown woman's smile is sweet as honey and as cutting as a knife all at once as she leans down just enough to speak at the fallen Eliza.
 : Don't worry, sweetheart… you'll grow numb to your failures eventually.
Her chuckle is a low and mocking thing as she is escorted off, her gaze leaving Dresden… and whatever she finds has that smirk growing luscious, tempting even, a wink dropped before she leaves the shot. The camera pans over to show that the Mayor of Chicago himself has borne witness to what has just happened--and while the medics and trainers tend to Eliza in the background, a considering expression graces the features of David Sanchez. The camera cuts away after lingering upon the sight of Sanchez in what seems to be deep thought. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:28:46 GMT -6
Archer Holt vs Luke
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, Luke!
We cut to Luke in the ring, taking a drink from his cup as he checks the velcro on his PC-proof shoes.
Gravedigger: What are those?!
Jimmy Garcia: Dead meme, Digger!
Gravedigger: I’m bringing it back, Jimmy. Don’t you dare questions my meme knowledge.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan! At six feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is Archer “The Menace” Holt!
As Killer by 'Bleeding in Stereo' plays, the lights arena of the blacken. While being showered with ear shattering boo's, Archer walks onto the stage with his head down, then he stops at the spotlight. 30 seconds into the song, the lights go from black to a dark red, Archer looks up and stares at the ring for a few seconds, then slowly walks to his destination. Once in the ring, he stares at the crowd with a straight face. The lights blacken once again, Archer closes his eyes, then raises his arms, as he stands in the spotlight.
Jimmy Garcia: This Archer Holt is an intimidating man! I would not want to be in Luke’s shoes right now!
Gravedigger: You like getting hit with PC’s, Jimmy? Yeah, didn’t think so. Think again before you open your stupid mouth.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Luke circling now, appears to be looking for an opening to kick this one off!
Gravedigger: Holy shit! Archer Holt just knocked Luke out of his own body with that clothesline!
Holt smiles wickedly at the camera as he pulls Luke to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Just laying into Luke with those hard right hands!
As Luke backs down towards the ropes, trying his best to shield his face from the blows, Archer grabs hold of the larger opponent.
Gravedigger: Big belly to belly from Holt, but I wouldn’t want to get that close to the man myself.
Not long after Luke slumps to the mat, Archer is stomping away at the downed superstar.
Jimmy Garcia: This one might not last very long!
Gravedigger: Not at this rate. Also, it’s Luke we’re talking about. What do you expect?
Jimmy Garcia: Nonetheless, Holt is dominating right now!
Gravedigger: Corner clothesline to Luke!
Jimmy Garcia: He doesn’t know where he is right now!
Archer lifts Luke high in the air, screaming out as he brings him back down to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Crucifix powerbomb! I’ve been told he calls that one Death in the Family!
Gravedigger: Looks like it’s gonna get him the ‘w’ here.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Archer Holt!
Jimmy Garcia: It seems like Luke was no match for Archer Holt tonight!
Gravedigger: Tell me something I don’t know. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:33:38 GMT -6
Thor Balfore vs Jack Schlongson
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from Your Wildest Dreams, California! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds. He is Jack “The Crack” Schlongson!
The arena is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his own important as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: Impressive debut for Schlongson last week against Jonathan Porter as he picked up the win!
Gravedigger: He faces a mountain of a challenge tonight!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Federal Distract, PoonGuinea! At seven feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 400 pounds. He is Thor Balfore!
Killing Strangers hits the PA system as Thor struts onto the stage. He adjusts his wrist tape and elbow pad before raising his arms into the air as the crowd cheers. Thor walks down the ramp and climbs up then over the apron before rushing over to the adjacent turnbuckle and roars with a single arm pump and smashing of his right elbow into his left palm.
Jimmy Garcia: My god! The size of that man!
Gravedigger: You’re not kidding, Jimmy!
The two circle each other a bit as the ref calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson going for the tie up!
Gravedigger: Sickening chop across the chest from Balfore though! That one is gonna leave a mark!
Schlonson, stumbles around, clutching his chest as Thor follows and delivers another one.
Jimmy Garcia: Another massive shot!
Gravedigger: He whips Jack into the corner!
Thor charges the corner, leaping into the air as he throws his weight towards Jack.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack moving out of the way just in time! Thor would’ve squashed him right there!
Gravedigger: Dropkick from the sissy man!
Jimmy Garcia: Do you always have to be such an ass?
Gravedigger: Of course I do! They don’t pay me to kiss everyone’s ass like they do with you, Jimmy.
Thor flinches a bit, appearing to slow down a bit as Jack leaps once more.
Jimmy Garcia: Another one!
Gravedigger: Smart strategy though, I’ll give him that. Trying to tie up and out muscle someone of Thor’s size is a death wish. You have to take him down the right way.
As Thor slumps against the middle turnbuckle, Jack climbs up top, attempting to lay into Thor with right hands.
Jimmy Garcia: Counter headbutt from Balfore!
Gravedigger: Imagine taking a shot to the dome like that!
As Jack falls to the mat below, Thor steps up to the middle rope, looking to take flight.
Jimmy Garcia: Big elbow from Balfore!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: He manages to get the shoulder up, but you do NOT want to be in that position as you aren’t always guaranteed to kick out against someone of that size.
Thor gets to his feet, kicking Jack in the midsection a couple times before looking to ascend the post once more.
Jimmy Garcia: With that elbow drop doing as much as it did, Thor is looking to go high once more and really do another big chunk of damage to his opponent!
As Thor climbs to the top, Jack rushes to his feet and quickly gets to the corner that Thor has climbed, using the adjacent rope for leverage as he does so.
Jimmy Garcia: Big kick to the head from Jack Schlongson!
Thor falls off the top, landing flat on his back.
Gravedigger: Looks like Jack is wising up and will look to be the one going high risk now.
Jimmy Garcia: Big time moonsault!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Both men pulling out big time offense right now, wasting no time in pace and just going for it.
Jimmy Garcia: You have to respect the drive that these two have in trying to gain the victory!
Jack struggles to lift Thor up, before the big man rises up on his own, lifting Schlongson into the air.
Gravedigger: European uppercut from Balfore!
Thor gets to his feet as Schlongson wobbles a bit.
Jimmy Garcia: Chop to the head from Balfore!
Gravedigger: There’s gotta be brain damage after that one!
Jack hits the mat like dead weight as the blow to the head connects. Thor wastes no time in lifting him back up and dumping him over the top rope and out to to ringside. Thor steps over the rope and follows his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: UCI’s new resident giant is a force to be reckoned with!
One!
Two!
Thor drags Jack to his feet once more, but is met with a desperate dropkick to the knee.
Three!
Four!
Jack hits a few swinging kicks to the head, keeping Thor on his knees as he steps back and charges towards the larger opponent.
Five!
Gravedigger: Jack going for the DDT here.
Jimmy Garcia: Thor has him up though!
Six!
Gravedigger: SPINE BUSTAH!!!
Jimmy Garcia: Right through the barricade and both men appear to be out cold!
Seven!
Eight!
Gravedigger: No movement from either one of these two!
Nine!
Ten!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Since neither men were able to make it back into the ring before the count of ten, this match has been declared a draw!
Jimmy Garcia: Absolutely insane! No loser in this one as these two lay it all on the line! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:36:44 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:42:32 GMT -6
Jericho Salazar vs Andre Jenson
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from the fantastical island of Kem! At 283 kleps tall, weighing in at 15.75 Kweps! He is “The Destroyer of Goblins” Andre Jenson!
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 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.
Jimmy Garcia: Big showing from Andre Jenson last week against Howard Black!
Gravedigger: Both these guys looking to avenge losses from the previous week. Still not a fan of this weirdo, but whatever..
Jimmy Garcia: Despite what you may think of the guy, Andre Jenson is a great wrestler and someone who I believe will have an impact in UCI!
Gravedigger: We’ll see about that..
When they get to the ring, AJ again makes some gestures and they stop, he shakes hands with each one of them, before pulling up the apron and grabbing a money pouch from under the ring. He gives each of the party a coin, and they take a defensive stance. He grins and then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, while fishing out a couple of d20 dice and rolling them. He then nods as if acknowledging the results and shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm. After this, he climbs each of the middle turnbuckles in turn and looks like he casts a spell on each one of them with hand gestures and some reagents from his pouch.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Oakland, California! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Jericho Salazar!
The lights go out, it’s pitch black. Then the lights begin to strobe violently while Abnormity- Shattered to the bone plays, disorienting his opponent. While this is going on he sprints down the stage and into the ring and tries to get a cheap shot on his opponent.
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: Signature Jericho with the Superman punch!
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson ducks it!
Jenson takes advantage by wrapping an arm around the head.
Jimmy Garcia: Inverted DDT!
Gravedigger: Jenson running off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow drop!
Now on his feet, Jenson beams with excitement before bounding off the ropes for another attack.
Jimmy Garcia: Running splash!
Gravedigger: Jericho with the knees up! He catches him in the gut!
Jenson slumps backwards, grabbing at the affected midsection as Jericho rolls over and hooks the leg.
One!
Kick-Out!
Jericho smirks at the jeering audience, yanking Jenson to his knees and twisting his arm hard behind his back as the ACTUAL world champion extends a hand, his face telling the story.
Gravedigger: You wanna know why I love Salazar?
Jimmy Garcia: Why is that?
Gravedigger: Because he’s out to hurt the competition and he’s smart about how he does it! You see right now, Jericho Salazar is dissecting Andre Jenson.
Jenson stomps at the mat as the crowd claps in unison with his boot hitting the mat. He spins around, cranking Jericho’s own arm back.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho appears to be the one in trouble now!
Jericho gets his weight under Jenson, quickly driving him backwards into the corner.
Gravedigger: There you go, Jericho!
Jericho pivots, driving his hip into Jenson’s midsection and causing him to slump down towards the middle turnbuckle. He runs over to the opposite corner and taunts the dazed Andre Jenson before charging forward, gaining a full head of steam.
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson dodges and Jericho is just driven shoulder first right onto that post!
Jenson gets behind Jericho once again, his arm wrapped around his opponent’s head as it was earlier.
Jimmy Garcia: Inverted suplex from Jenson!
Gravedigger: JERICHO LANDS ON HIS FEET! HE CAUGHT HIMSELF!
Jenson turns around, caught off guard by the standing Jericho.
Gravedigger: SUPERMAN PUNCH!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jericho stands to his feet in anger, shouting at the ref about the close call. As the ref warns Jericho to back off and calm down, Jericho lifts his hands up in cooperation before dropping down and rolling out of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, what is Jericho doing now?!
One!
Gravedigger: What does it look like he’s doing? He’s looking to hurt Andre Jenson by any means necessary!
Two!
As Jericho pulls a steel chair out from underneath the ring, the ref yells outside the ring, warning Jericho to drop it.
Three!
Four!
Now to his feet, Jenson bounces off the ropes and goes over the top towards Jericho.
Jimmy Garcia: FLYING FOREARM FROM JENSON!
The crowd pops loud as Jericho is dropped on the outside.
One!
Two!
Gravedigger: Actually not a bad plan on Jenson’s part. Jericho would’ve destroyed him if he hadn’t pulled off that one.
Three!
Jimmy Garcia: We need a replay on that one!
Four!
Jenson pulls Jericho to his feet, launching his foe under the bottom rope and back into the ring and sliding in after him.
Gravedigger: Pin attempt by Jenson.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Think he may have taken a bit too much time with that one!
Jenson pulls Jericho to his feet again, lifting him in air in suplex position.
Jimmy Garcia: Going for the D20!
Jericho shifts the weight, falling behind Jenson and grabbing hold of the midsection.
Gravedigger: German suplex!
Jenson hits the mat with enough impact to practically bounce right back up to his feet like a trampoline.
Gravedigger: Superman punch!
The hard shot from Jericho brings Jenson to his knees.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho leaps up!
Gravedigger: Drive By Beatdown!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Jericho Salazar!
Salazar rises to his feet, arm held high in victory as he shoves his boot into Jenson’s midsection, pushing him out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Great win for Jericho here! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:47:00 GMT -6
Kyle Kemp vs Captain Zero
We open up on Captain Zero who is seething in the ring as he stares up at the ramp. He is obviously furious after the beating that Kyle Kemp laid on him last week and is awaiting Kemp's arrival. "Better Than You" begins to play over the sound system and Kyle Kemp emerges from the back. He is wearing dark gray Under Armour gym shorts, a black tank top and black shoes. Kemp stands at the top of the ring with his arms extended. The fans boo and he smirks at them.
Jimmy Garcia: This guys ego is out of control.
Gravedigger: Or is it just right? He is better than all of us.
Kemp struts down the ring and rips a poster out of a fans hand that says "Kemp Sucks" and tosses it over his shoulder. He climbs the steps to the ring and refuses to get into the ring until the referee pushes Captain Zero back. Kemp steps in and leans against the turnbuckle as the bell rings. Kemp continues to lean as the referee steps away from Captain Zero. Zero charges at Kemp who sidesteps as Zero gets close. Zero crashes sternum first into the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards into Kemp who has turned around and is waiting for him. He grabs Zero and hits him with a German Suplex.
Gravedigger: Look at how stupid Captain Zero is! Walked right into that!
Zero is laying on his back as Kemp stomps on his right foot. Zero grabs for his foot but Kemp flips him over and grabs him by that same foot and lifts it high in the air before crashing it down into the mat. He does this two more times and then leaves Zero writhing in pain. Kemp then drags Zero to the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring. Kemp pull Zero's right foot out of the ring and slams it into the ring post. A huge crack is heard and Kemp does it again.
Jimmy Garcia: This is ridiculous! Captain Zero is obviously overmatched!
Kemp presses Captain Zero's foot into the ring post with his foot and holds it as the referee begins to count. Kemp lets go at the count of 4 and Zero begins to crawl towards the center of the ring. He tries to get up and crumples to the ground. Kemp slides into the ring as Zero turns and is in the sitting position. Kemp charges forward and kicks him in the face. Zero hits the mat on his back and rolls over. Zero once again tries to get up but Kemp charges forward.
Jimmy Garcia: Back to the Minors!
Gravedigger: This one's over!
Kemp puts his foot on the fallen Captain Zero as the referee counts to 3.
Jimmy Garcia: A statement if you want to call it that for Kyle Kemp.
Kemp rolls out of the ring and demands a microphone. He rolls back into the ring.
Kemp: Another day and another failure for another member of the UCI roster. Another failure where a member of that pathetic locker room thought they could beat me. Well guess what? They failed. I won. It's business as usual when you're a winner like me. Every day you wake up and you do the same thing. You prove that you are better than everyone else. Whether it's going to the grocery store and buying things for bargain prices or walking the dog, you always do it better. You don't even have to try. That is what I did here tonight. I didn't have to try to be better than Captain Zero, I just was better than him but what would you people know. This is Kansas City after all.
The fans erupt in loud boos as Kemp continues.
Kemp: Boo me all you want but you all know it's true. Just look at your beloved Kansas City Royals. You had a taste of what it takes to be better than everyone else and what do you do? You revert back to mediocrity because that is all that you know. You don't allow yourself to be better than everyone else because you don't have what it takes to do it every day. That is why it will be another 20 years before the Royals win another World Series. Hell we know that's all the chance you have because the Chiefs are never gonna do it and you aren't good enough to have a basketball team. For God sakes the Sacremento Kings wouldn't stay here. Let me say that again. The Sacremento Kings wouldn't stay here.
A few fans flip Kemp off in the front row and Kemp returns the gesture.
Kemp: Look I can do that to guys but see I can stand up here and say words and form complete sentences. You guys could too if you didn't have all that Skoal in your mouth and weren't drunk off light beer. Go fuck yourself. As far as the rest of you....drink in this last moment. This is the last minute that something great will be in your lives until we come back to this dumpy town. Just remember that I'm Kyle Kemp and I'm better than you!
Kemp drops the microphone and walks out of the ring as the camera fades out. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:52:35 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Mandie Wheeler © vs Jayden Thunder
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Sparks, Nevada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 217 pounds. He is “Simply Electrifying” Jayden Thunder!
The arena goes dark and then the familiar beginning of “Thunderstruck" by AC/DC is heard, then all of a sudden a lightning bolt strikes the stage as gold sparks begin to reign down in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage... Just then Jayden Thunder comes through the curtain and emerges from the sparks, confident as ever he runs down to the ring. Once he reaches the ring, he wastes no time sliding straight in, and as he reaches a vertical base he finds his way back to his respective corner and waits for the beginning of the match. The referee motions to the time keeper, and he signals the start of the match with the ring bell.
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden Thunder looked good against Night Wolf last week, but can he handle Mandie Wheeler who has been on a tear since arriving in UCI?!
Gravedigger: Good question actually. Mandie Wheeler should be pretty determined to try to hold onto her championship.
Jimmy Garcia: She talked about how determined she was to get her hands on the TV title and I don’t think she’s gonna be letting go of that dream anytime soon!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Mandieville! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds. She is the UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler!
Red and gold pyros go off as the houselights dim and Glamours by Fergie begins to play. The crowd erupts with cheers as the black satin curtain moves and out steps Mandie smiling at the fans.
She waves as she stands at the top of the steel ramp and starts walk down high-fiving the fans on her way down to the ring. Once she reaches the the ring apron she slides into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring as her music dies down and the houselights return.
Jimmy Garcia: Mandie Wheeler is the current champ for a reason, Digger! She’s someone who has had great success and actually, reminds me a lot of former television champion Jessica Buck who was also able to come in and get on a bit of a hot streak in UCI!
Gravedigger: This should be a decent one, I suppose. I mean, neither of these two are any Chase Jackson, but it’s something I guess.
Jimmy Garcia: You do know that Mandie beat Chase for the belt last week in the fastest finish in UCI history, right?
Gravedigger: We don’t speak of that.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: We are underway!
Gravedigger: Big crossbody from Mandie to kick this off.
Jimmy Garcia: Rights and lefts just drilling Jayden Thunder in the face right now! Mandie is already fired up!
Gravedigger: Back up now, Mandie dragging Jayden towards the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Some elbows to the midsection from Jayden to break the hold!
Jayden scoops underneath the champion, lifting her up and dropping back.
Gravedigger: Nice back suplex from Jayden Thunder.
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Champion for a reason, Digger!
Gravedigger: Still gotta chip away though.
Jayden lifts Mandie up now, shoving the shoulder into her midsection and driving her forward into the post.
Jimmy Garcia: Nice strategy to wear the champ down like this!
Jayden delivers a few more shoulder thrusts into the stomach of the champion before backing up and taking off, locked in on Mandie’s head.
Gravedigger: Running knee!
Jimmy Garcia: Mandie dips underneath the rope!
Gravedigger: Kick to the head from Mandie, that’ll do the trick.
Jimmy Garcia: Mandie on the outside now as that kick to the face caught him right on the jaw!
Gravedigger: Mandie over the top now.
Jimmy Garcia: Flying shoulderblock over the top rope from Mandie Wheeler!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: The champion grabbing Jayden Thunder by the scalp now.
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden Thunder with the small package!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Mandie wasting no time, doesn’t want to lose any bit of momentum as she runs off the ropes now.
Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline to the grounded opponent!
Gravedigger: THUNDER WITH THE VICIOUS HAYMAKER THOUGH!
Jimmy Garcia: That one could have knocked Mandie out cold! My god!
Gravedigger: Jayden is taking too long though. Hook the leg, dummy!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Mandie survives that big hit from Jayden Thunder, but the damage could be done and this one could be heavily in the challenger’s favor!
Gravedigger: Oh, for sure. That was a wicked looking shot! We could end up with a new champion tonight because of that move alone!
Jayden Thunder taunts the champion as she wobbles a bit on her knees.
Jimmy Garcia: Ride the Lightn-
Gravedigger: No! Mandie moves just in time!
Jimmy Garcia: She has him caught!
Gravedigger: Can she get the hold locked in?!
Jimmy Garcia: She has it! Mandie-Lock applied!
Jayden searches desperately for a rope, but finds himself dead center in the middle of the ring.
Gravedigger: Jayden Thunder is tapping! Mandie does it again!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and STILL UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler!
The champ gets to her feet, rubbing at the sore jaw as she is handed her title.
Jimmy Garcia: Another impressive outing for Mandie Wheeler!
Gravedigger: The question now is who is next? Who can stop Mandie Wheeler? |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:55:16 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 3:58:06 GMT -6
Andre Holmes Segment
Overload takes to a new setting; the cameras shift to display Andre Holmes in the locker room preparing for his match against Julian Mercury. Warming up by firing off multiple boxing combinations, Muay Thai knees, moving around, and also preparing mentally. Strapping his MMA gloves on, his back is turned to the closed door. Very focused on getting the win especially after that close loss against Alex Richards in the number one contender's match; it's been pretty hard on him. A knock is heard on the door.
Andre Holmes: Give me a minute, I'll be out.
A creak is heard as it opens, and Andre turns around very upset at his privacy being invaded.
Andre Holmes: I said give me a min- oh, you got to be fuckin' kiddin' me.
Jack Schlongson is standing in the door with his arms folded, and leaned against the door. Andre's hands balls into well squeezed fists, and he's not very happy to see the man who's been patronizing him on Twitter. Finally, he marches forward ready to bash his skull in but Jack raises his hands to give him some space, and possibly save his ass from a beatdown.
Jack Schlongson: Woah, woah, woah! C'mon babe.
Andre Holmes: You have five seconds to leave or else I'll plant your head through the wall.
Jack Schlongson: So fiesty. I just came over here to wish you good luck.
Andre Holmes: I don't need it, now GET OUT!
Jack Schlongson: Okay but you should that me, and you are going to be on our first date...at Meltdown.
Jack smirks. Andre raises an eyebrow, and pulls the hoodie over behind him.
Andre Holmes: The hell do you mean "at Meltdown."
Jack Schlongson: Oh you didn't know. We're in a match-
Andre Holmes: Against each other? Good. Now I can beat your ass here, and out there.
He takes a few steps, and cocks his right arm back but Jack quickly breaks the news.
Jack Schlongson: WE'RE PARTNERS!
Andre freezes in his steps. He doesn't move for a second, and his hazel eyes are widened at the rest of the news. Jack backs up a little, and smiles.
Andre Holmes: What?
Jack Schlongson: We're partners.
Andre Holmes: ....Are you kidding me?
Jack Schlongson: I would never lie to someone I like.
Andre Holmes: ....OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! FUCK THIS! HELL NAW! OUT OF MY WAY! SPENCE! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! WHERE YOU AT BITCH?!?!!
He shoves Jack aside, and marches out of the locker room in a god-fearing rage. Throwing items, and equipment out of his way along with poor victims in his path. Jack shakes his head, and smiles as he watches him away. Now we cut to the show again. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:05:41 GMT -6
Julian Mercury vs Andre Holmes
Kansas, City is extremely grateful for the well received live action, and crazy chaos in the Sprint Center. UCI wrestling talent are putting everything on the line to walk away with a victory; some pride, and others gold. However, this match is about redemption so the camera changed to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia.
Jimmy Garcia: Well uhh’, that was something else. Jack Schlongson, and Andre Holmes on the same team together at Meltdown. What are the chances?
Gravedigger: This is great. Jack, and Andre. I can’t wait to see that homophobe break under pressure. He needs this, learn to be a nicer person.
Jimmy Garcia: If only that was the case but now he’s pissed off more than ever as he is facing Julian Mercury right now.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
Everyone in the audience shifts their eyes to the large titantron displaying words to them, no sounds are made for a few seconds as they read what’s on the pitch black screen.
“Bear Witness to the Dream Killer.”
The crowd immediately gets to booing. “The Future Is Now” by Sunset is the first of two entrance music to start playing; Julian Mercury walks out with his arms spread out wide. A big smile on his face, standing center stage to receive the well deserved negative reactions from the crowd.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He walks down the entrance path in his black elbow pads, tights, and boots. Unable to determine any hope for the audience members but doesn’t pay any mind. Julian hops onto the apron, and takes a moment to enter into the ring; watching keenly the fans at ringside curse him off.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from New York City, New York! At six feet tall, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is “The Dream Killer” Julian Mercury!
Mercury is already at his designated corner warming up for the upcoming bout. He’s very focused on his opponent, and has even tuned out the Dallas crowd out of his head.
Gravedigger: Julian Mercury. The Dream Killa’! He can kill the dream of Andre Holmes ever wrestling here in UCI again. Fuck that midget.
Jimmy Garcia: What a big push in the title chase of the UCI World Heavyweight Championship to score a victory over one of the most well-versed, and talented wrestlers in UCI. Andre Holmes!
While Julian is psyching himself up, a guitar riff that the UCI fans know all too well cues the lights to completely shut off. Blanketing the arena in complete darkness as grey colored video clips is shown on the screen of Andre Holmes preparing backstage for his match.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
“Relentless” by New Years Day starts playing, and the lights in the arena start flickering, dancing around everywhere. Andre Holmes walks out to the stage with his black leather hoodie only showing his face, black elbow, and knee pads on. In his signature black, and red wrestling tights with his MMA Gloves on. Completing the look with his lucky black arm sleeve on his right arm.
Crowd: ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!
Andre marches down the entrance path. Interacting with fans by slapping their hands, shaking it, high fives, and also taking pictures. It’s not long before he stops in his tracks, and lip syncs to the camera. “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up!” The stage ignites with smoke rising in a single line fashion at the same time, and Andre poses in a warrior stance to howl and ear-splitting scream to the ceiling.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
He quickly hops on the apron, and then leaps up on the middle rope. Standing on it outside of the ring, a gust of smoke emerge from below, and shrouds him it. For that silhouette effect, the entire lights shut off except one bright spotlight emerging behind him.
Jimmy Garcia: If there is anyone who brings the most intensifying matches, performances, and die-hard attitude that you can’t look away, it’s Andre Holmes. This man is a workhorse who never gives up until the day he dies.
Gravedigger: Yeah but where is champion in those achievements? Okay. Wrestler of the Week, Match of the Week. In other words, he can’t win the big ones, and that’s it.
Both men are in their corners, and Taylor Lorde is out of the ring. Andre Holmes removes his jacket, and politely hands it to a ringside crew member. Julian Mercury wags his finger at his opponent but now everything is in motion. Let’s get this match underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Julian, and Andre both leave their corners simultaneously. Circling the ring although Andre uses more of a footwork from his kickboxing background. The two meet each other in the center of the ring, and lock up with a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Due to Julian being taller, he gets a little edge but his opponent is well versed in grappling.
Crowd: ANDRE! ANDRE! ANDRE!
Under hooking Julian’s right arm, he rolls him over down to the mat. Putting him right on his back, and taking it to apply a temporary Side Headlock. Andre is extremely pissed off from the bad news but still manages to keep his mind focused. Julian is trying to get out, and nearly does until Andre rolls over with him for a quick pin attempt.
One!
Julian kicks out, and both men are back on their feet again. Andre spins around, and kicks his right foot into the ribs of Julian that hunches him over. It doesn’t stop until he soccer kicks his shoulder to stand him up right again then finishes with an Enzuigiri Kick. Striking Mercury in the temple that floors him.
Gravedigger: YO! Ref! Check his gear, I bet his boat is weighted with heavier stuff. That kick seemed too strong for his midget ass.
Jimmy Garcia: We talked about that amazing striking background of Andre Holmes. Delivering a three kick combination that clocked the head of Julian Mercury into sleep. Here’s another pin attempt.
One!
Tw-
Julian kicks out again but Andre sits up not surprised. This match is not going to end any time soon so why not mix it up? He gets up with his opponents, and whips him into an unoccupied corner. Mercury’s back is pressed against the turnbuckles, and then gets nailed with a Corner Lariat sitting him down.
Jimmy Garcia: Uh oh! I think we’ve all seen this before!
If you thought Julian was going to catch a break, he’s too busy suffering a right knee from a charging Andre Holmes. His head snaps back, and Holmes finishes one of his famous trademark moves. “Trapped in the Corner.” Dragging him out of the corner by the legs then turning his back to leap backwards off the mat, and flip back into a Standing Moonsault for another pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Julian manages to kick out, and there’s no way he can keep up with this damage. So, Andre makes the risky decision to roll under the ropes to the apron. He stands up, and then starts climbing all the way to the top rope perched up like a madman.
Gravedigger: They need to make that trademark move illegal! This is Professional Wrestling, not a 1000 ways to die!
Jimmy Garcia: Did you just compliment Andre?
Gravedigger: Shut the fuck up!
Julian stands up, and Andre leaps off the top rope to spread his body sideways for a crossbody. They collide, and fall to the mat until Julian rolls backwards with his weight in his arms. It’s not until he spins his opponent around, and drops his back on his right knee with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: Jesus Christ! Andre’s body almost broke in half from that Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Julian Mercury used the momentum of the diving Crossbody perfectly to counter into that brutal move in front of us all.
Julian gets up, and starts walking around with the crowd booing him even more. Mocking the downed body of Andre. He stomps on him like trash multiple times then drops a knee across his forehead. Julian rolls him over, and digs his elbow into his spine to add more pressure. Finishing off with a slap to the back of his head for insult to injury.
Gravedigger: That’s how you dominate, and put your opponent down. Screw technique when you can be disrespectful!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He helps Andre back up to his feet, and takes him by the head. Slowly turning around till’ their back to back before snapping back into a nice Twisting Neckbreaker. Andre sits up holding the back of his head until Julian shoves him down for his first pin attempt of the match.
One!
Two!
Another kick out but Julian argues with the referee that it’s supposed to be three. He changes tactics, shifting his body out of the ring then dragging his opponent along with him. Having a firm hold, Mercury runs with Andre, and crashes his back against the barricade where his body flips upside down before falling to his right side.
One!
Crowd: OOOOOH!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes is being ragdolled back, and forth. The pain on his back growing more, and more. We’ve seen Andre go through hell, and back but the human body can only take so much.
Three!
Julian argues with a fan at ringside while Andre is trying to get up. He walks over, and then holds onto his right arm to launch him to the apron. However, Andre springs up then uses the edge to leap off, and wrap his legs around his neck to Hurricanrana him down onto the ringside mat.
Four!
Gravedigger: Wow! Showboatin’ in front of the fans huh’?! As if you couldn’t be more of a condescending asshole Andre Holmes!
Jimmy Garcia: A quick, and speedy Hurricanrana to Julian Mercury. Andre Holmes is back in this match, and refuses to quit!
Five!
He rolls Julian into the ring, and hops onto the apron. Julian is back up to see Andre leaping onto the top rope, and springboarding over to clothesline him down to the mat. Both are on the mat until they both get up for Julian to be floored into the canvas with a clothesline.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre nails Julian in the stomach; utilizing that Back Spinning Kick to keep him stunned. Finalizing the deal by shoving his head in between his legs, wrapping his arms around the waist but then sitting him on his shoulder to run into the corner, and Powerbomb him into the turnbuckles.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: Bad Landing! The Turnbuckle Powerbomb! Bad Landing it is, and Julian is right on his knees. Terrible position!
Julian walks out of the corner, and then collapses down on his knees. Andre slaps the mat then screams. Sidestepping on his left foot to Thrust Kick the spit out of his opponent’s mouth with his right foot.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!
Gravedigger: THAT MOVE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL AS ALWAYS!
Jimmy Garcia: THRUST KICK! JULIAN IS OUT!
Julian lies down on the canvas with his eyes in the back of his head. Andre drags him into the center, an pins his shoulders down with the leg hooked up.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre Holmes sits up on the canvas a little exhausted but then stands back up in the center of the ring. The referee raises his right arm high in the air, and then he leaves the ring to go about his business; especially stopping the tag match at Meltdown.
Jimmy Garcia: Julian Mercury put on a great performance but the quick reaction, and technical grappling of Andre Holmes is what proved to be the leading factor in this victory. We’ll take a break for now but come back to you with our Triple Threat match next! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:06:48 GMT -6
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: Don't worry, sweetheart… you'll grow numb to your failures eventually.