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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:08:18 GMT -6
Anonymous Segment
The screen goes black. All that can be heard is the sound of a lone, out of tune guitar being plucked in solitude. A long curl of smoke drifts upward onto the screen, as a low pitched chuckle is heard. A disembodied voice is heard.
Voice: They never thought they'd see my ass again. To be fair... I never thought they'd see my ass again either. Everyone thought ya boy was done. Even me... then the wave hit. Now... everything's gone and changed. The impossible is possible, and that's why I'm comin' back to the ring. New company... new people... same ol' Shooter. I can't wait to get back in that ring and show all the fresh faced little greenhorns what a real vet can do.
The voice pauses to take a drag from a cigarette, and pick a little more at his guitar. a puff of smoke quickly drifts up past the camera, replaced just as quickly by the steady thin stream of smoke.
Voice: It's been damn near five years since I felt another man's fist slam into the side of my head... without endin' up in jail afterword that is. I miss it. I miss standin' across the ring from someone, and knowin' that when that bell rings, the world's gonna know which one of you is the better person. It's a beautiful dance that I ain't had a partner for in a half decade. That changes in about a month. UCI... I'm comin' for ya. You might not know what that means now... but you will. See y'all soon.
More chuckling is heard, as the smoke begins to curl and morph, forming the name "Shooter McCool" before disappearing entirely. Fade to black. |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:15:04 GMT -6
Erin Fausse vs Teddy Sol vs Shadowlove
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This Triple Threat match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Oskaloosa, Iowa! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 135 pounds. She is Erin Fausse!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Exciting matchup here between three stars just waiting to breakout!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Kansas City, Kansas! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Miyamoto, he is “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove!
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth with a shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
Gravedigger: I never get tired of seeing Ms. Miyamoto at ringside!
Jimmy Garcia: Keep your eyes on the match, Digger.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Houston of Texas! At six feet tall, weighing in at 180 pounds! He is “Mr. Sunshine” Teddy Sol!
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience.
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applauds and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
He turns towards the turnbuckle and hops to the top, raising his hands before backflipping into the ring! He runs across to the opposite and backflips onto his feet once again! Finally he turns towards his corner and gives a thumbs up to the front row as he awaits the opening bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Here we go! Triple threat action and this one is anyone’s to win!
Gravedigger: Teddy Sol with the dropkick sending Fausse over the top rope and onto the apron!
Jimmy Garcia: Hurricanrana to Shadowlove, big start for Teddy Sol!
As Shadow stumbles to his feet, Fausse tries to recover on the apron before being yanked off the apron.
Gravedigger: The ref didn’t see it! Fausse is yanked off the apron and the ref never saw it!
Jimmy Garcia: Fausse appears hurt as she crashes face first into the ring apron!
As those in the ring, appear a bit confused and distracted by the commotion, Shadowlove catches Teddy and launches him over the top rope, causing his opponent to smack hard against the outside. He quickly dips underneath the bottom rope and pulls Fausse up just enough to roll her back into the ring.
Gravedigger: Shadowlove back in now.
Jimmy Garcia: He has Fausse in position!
Shadowlove looks to his manager as he dedicates the next move to her.
Gravedigger: DARK GIFT!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Teddy tries to slide in to break the pin, but is just a second too late as Shadowlove has his hand raised in victory.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Shadowlove!
Shadowlove rolls to the outside, celebrating with Miyamoto.
Jimmy Garcia: Shocking finish out of nowhere in this one!
Gravedigger: Fausse could be hurt. A bizarre finish indeed! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:19:20 GMT -6
UCI Tag Team Championship Tag Team Match The Guardians © vs Wade Moor & Dustin Beaver
Through the great excitements, we finally reach to our beloved Tag Team division in the UCI. Our inaugural Tag Team Champions, The Guardians, will be defending against Wade Moor & Dustin Beaver who ventured well in winning the contendership match. We now skip the pleasantries to Gravedigger, an Jimmy Garcia.
Gravedigger: ...I don’t want to watch this match. The Guardians are OVER-RATED more than the New York Yankees, and Lebron James combined.
Jimmy Garcia: Gravedigger may not be interested but I know all of you are. Our first ever UCI Tag Team Champions, The Guardians, will have their chance to defend the titles. And who beter than Wade Moor & Dustin Beaver.
Gravedigger: Boooooo. Wade Moor, and Beaver all day. #BeachKrew4lyfe. #Wavedigga
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Tag Team Championships!
The entire Sprint Arena interior becomes dark. A series of messages comes up on the large screen that captures the attention of eyes from every audience member.
Crowd: GUARDIANS! GUARDIANS! GUARDIANS!
"Iceberg-Seven online... accessing big screen. Access granted... running program 'Guardians Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. The letters fade, and the screen flashes 'BLUE' in the same font. Those letters fade away, too; replaced by another word in silvertoned sapphire: 'GUARDIANS'
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
“Guardians of the Night” by Sonic Library begins playing around the arena. Two spotlights shine on the stage revealing both The Polar Phantasm, and Bonnie Blue with their Tag Team championship belts around their waist. The crowd are loving them, and they both start heading down to the ring.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! They are the UCI Tag Team Champions, The Polar Phantasm, and Bonnie Blue, The Guardians!
Both Bonnie, and Polar are already in the ring. They stand in on the middle rope in each corners raising the belts high as the crowd in Kansas are excited to be there for them. Now they are ready to defend as they wait for their opponents to come out.
Jimmy Garcia: There is nobody better to be the UCI Tag Team Champions other than the Guardians, Bonnie Blue, and Polar Phantasm! These two have been together since day one, and rightfully deserve the belts more than ever.
Gravedigger: Oh my god, suck my dick! Fuckin’ bandwagoner!
The lights completely dim; “21 Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson begins playing. Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver both walk out from the back to stand center stage. They say nothing to the crowd but dap each other out; confident they will win the UCI Tag Team Championships.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
They both start walking to the ring together, neither man letting off their glare at the championship belts. Marching forward very nicely with those eerie smirks reaching from ear to ear. Polar, and Bonnie discuss game plans as Beaver, and Moor hop up on the apron opposite of their corners.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents! The challengers, the team of Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver!
Both teams are now in their designated corners. Bonnie, and Beaver are both starting off as the referee holds up the UCI Tag Team Championship belts. He hands them to a ringside member, and Taylor Lorde is already outside the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Whether you like them or hate them, Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver are officially getting the chance to win the UCI Tag Team Championships!
Gravedigger: Do it for Wavedigga boys!
Ding Ding Ding!
Bonnie, and Dustin are the first of the two to start off. Both competitors circling the ring. She has to be careful as she has the size, and weight disadvantage. However, Bonnie is a very tough competitor. They lock up in the center of the ring but Beaver quickly takes her by the arm, and whips her into the ropes. Off the rebound, Bonnie fires back with a good Dropkick that floors him down.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
She quickly hops on top of his body, and hooks his right leg up for the first pin attempt of the match.
One!
Dustin kicks out, Bonnie gets right back up to start stomping down on his body. Backing up, she makes enough distance until running to soccer kick him in the head. Dustin swipes her foot away, and uses that counter to leap up. Knocking her off balance with a Sit-Out Jawbreaker then sweeping her right leg off the mat to flip her over with a Judo Slam into a Side Headlock.
Jimmy Garcia: Very nice Judo background display of Dustin Beaver. He’s one of the few brawlers in the company that can outwrestle any technician I know.
Gravedigger: That’s because he’s #BeachKrew4lyfe!
Bonnie is struggling in that submission. Dustin keeps tightening the hold until he breaks it, and drags her by the hair. The referee warns him but the tag is made. Wade quickly enters into the ring; Beaver throws Bonnie into the corner to receive a running Cannonball Splash from Wade that crushes her.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: CANNONBALL SPLASH! IT’S OVAH! #BEACHKREW WINS BITCH! HERE’S THE PIN!
One!
Two!
Thre-
No! Bonnie manages to get her foot on the bottom rope, and Dustin can’t believe it. Instead, Wade backs up, allowing some distance as he punches his fist down on the canvas. His opponent slowly but surely makes it back up to her feet. He runs forward but she ducks allowing Beaver to get punched the fuck out.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie ducked out of the way, and BEAVER is outcold! Polar is in!
Polar Phantasm gets tagged in, and quickly Wade Moor rushes into him. The quick reaction of Polar to duck under his right arm, and hug him to German Suplex him into their corner. Wade crashes into the turnbuckles back first; he tags in Bonnie to end this match now!
Gravedigger: NO, NO, NO!
Jimmy Garcia: IS THIS IT?! ARE WE GOING TO SEE FROZEN IN TIME?!
Bonnie slaps Polar’s back, and he lifts Wade Moor up in a suplex format. Stalling with enough time to have Bonnie climb up to the top rope, and then leap off to twist in the air. Polar throws Wade forward, and she catches his head in her hands to land a Rolling Cutter down on the mat.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: FROZEN IN TIME! OH MY GOD! IT’S OVER! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winners, and STILL UCI Tag Team Champions, Bonnie Blue, and The Polar Phantasm, THE GUARDIANS!
Polar quickly hugs Bonnie as they secured their first title defense. Both of them receive their Tag Team titles, and the referee raises their arms up in victory.
Gravedigger: THIS SOME BULLSHIT! THAT FINISHER SHOULD BE BEEN! #BEACHKREW SHOULD HAVE WON! FUCK THIS! COMMERCIAL! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:20:06 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:23:29 GMT -6
Co-Main Event UCI Intercontinental Championship Mayor D. Sanchez © vs Wentworth Updegraff Jr.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, the challenger-
Playa" by D-loc begins to play, but Wentworth doesn't come out first. Instead, Hunter Updegraff comes dancing out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.
Hunter Updegraff: Hey hey hey! King Koopa Bloopa in the hooooouuuuussssssse-uh! It's time to get this party train rollin', by introducin' a man who stands six foot two and weighs two hundred thirty pounds. From coast to coast they call him the stud with the most! I'm talkin' about the standard of sophistication, makes the ladies think about master...ing wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, your TWO TIME TWO TIME UCI TV champion and the NEXT UCI INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing his physique. He holds out his arms, presenting himself to the audience, as they shower him with boos. As he does this, Hunter sings his entrance theme loudly and obnoxiously into the mic.
Hunter Updegraff: I'm a... playa. You's a hater, see you later, trynna be down but you'll never be down so don't come around here!
Wentworth swats at an angry fans sign, before walking up the ring steps and wiping his feet on the apron. He slips through the ropes, and walks across the ring, slowly opening his robe to reveal his muscular midsection.
Hunter Updegraff: There it is baby! That man is about to be your Intercontinental Champion! Let me tell you a little somethin' about my boy's opponent tonight. He ain't shit, and we the tits, so this one already over! Updegraff bros. for life! WUT WUT!
The music dies, as Hunter poses and Wentworth stretches in his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge matchup here!
Gravedigger: Sanchez versus Updegraff is a classic waiting to happen and we’re seeing it for free on Overload here!
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in UCI.
You made a fool outta me,
You took the skin right off my back honey.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.
The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Bogota, Columbia! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is the UCI Intercontinental Champion! “The Mayor of Chicago” David Sanchez!
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.
As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Gravedigger: That man right there is a future face of this industry!
Jimmy Garcia: The mayor is a threatening figure for sure, Digger!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: Wentworth and Sanchez tie up.
Sanchez dips underneath, locking his arms around Wentworth as he launches him over his head.
Jimmy Garcia: German suplex from Sanchez!
As Wentworth gets to his feet, he spins around as he hears the familiar sound of “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hit the PA.
Gravedigger: The champion is nowhere to be seen though!
Jimmy Garcia: Sanchez better look out behind him!
Gravedigger: CHECK CUTTER!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and NEW UCI Intercontinental Champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth rolls out of the ring, snatching the newly one gold and clutching it against his chest.
Jimmy Garcia: Unbelievable, Digger!
Gravedigger: You’re telling me! That’s not how that match should’ve gone down!
Jimmy Garcia: What matters now is that we have a new champion! |
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Post by Results on Aug 23, 2016 4:27:09 GMT -6
Main Event Howard Black & D I A V O L O vs Alex Richards & Dune
What a hell of a show. A new Intercontinental Champion was crowned, multiple championship defenses, and even a new match announced for Meltdown. However, nothing is as big as UCI main events. Alex Richards, and Dune are joining forces to take on the unique D I A V O L O, and our beloved UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Howard Black! We cut to our announce table.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back to Sunday Night Overload. I still can’t believe what happened. We just crowned our second UCI Intercontinental Champion. Wentworth Updegraff Jr. now holds the record for most multiple-title reigns combined.
Gravedigger: Alright, woo. Whatever. Let’s get with this main event. My boy Howard Black teamin’ with my girl D I A V O L O. Woo! Dream match. Let me get on bracketology for this.
Jimmy Garcia: He’s right! Alex Richards, and the returning Dune will join in forces side to side in a Tag Team match against D I A V O L O, and the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Howard Black. I’m ready for this-
Gravedigger: Hold on! We have a commotion backstage!
Damn right. The camera shift from the arena to another running through the hallways to find Howard Black, and Alex Richards brawling in the back. Punches, and kicks being thrown as both men are really going at it seven days away from Meltdown.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Alex shoves Howard Black against a large equipment box; overpowering Howard with his height, and weight then throws him over a table to the concrete floor. Quickly mounting him to deliver multiple blows down into his arms that are protecting his face.
Gravedigger: Yo, what the FUCK is wrong with our talent? Are they stupid that they don’t realize you have only SEVEN days to wait? Get off of him Alex, you have no professional class at all!
Jimmy Garcia: We need security, and officials to separate the two! NOW!
A chair shot strikes Alex in the back. He rolls off Howard’s body which appears to be D I A V O L O holding the steel chair in her hands. She quickly walks over, and goes to strike him until she sees Dune in her peripheral marching in her direction.
Crowd: DUNE! DUNE! DUNE IS GONNA KILL YOU! DUNE IS GONNA KILL YOU!
D I A V O L O backs up waving her right hand to calm him down. He slowly paces past Howard, and Alex until she swings the chair for him to catch it in his hands. However, she uses her quick thinking to kick him in the nuts that temporarily drops him to his knees. The window of opportunity as she escapes but Dune recovers too fast to chase after her.
Jimmy Garcia: Dune is going after D I A V O L O. So much for the main event of the evening.
Gravedigger: Don’t put a hand on my baby! She is precious, and beautiful! Do not hurt her!
Howard quickly begins flooring forearm shots into the back of Alex. Moving down the hall with him, and continuously bashing his skull against the wall, and multiple equipment boxes. Unfortunately, the camera loses sight of them so we revert back to the announce table.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: We’ve lost the footage. I apologize to our fans who really wanted to see the Tag Team main event but with so much heat running between competitors, you can’t blame them for getting- oh here they are!
Howard, and Alex leave through the curtains. Alex quickly kicks Howard in the gut to bend him over, uppercutting him hard in the chin that forces him to roll down the entrance path near to the ring. He marches forward to grapple onto his future opponent, and ragdoll him against the barricade hard.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Alex yells in anger but Howard is shuffling around the ring in a crawl. He’s being followed to the announcer table but when Alex reaches to grab him, he gets nailed with the ringbell in the skull that smacks him onto the announcer’s table.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: TALK ABOUT GETTING YOUR HEAD RINGED IN! GET IT, GET IT?!
Jimmy, and Grave get away from their seats but still have their headsets on. Howard quickly hops on the table and starts raining down punches on top of Alex’s head. Referees, and security personnel all rush away to pull Howard off.
Jimmy Garcia: Finally! This man needs to chill out. Alex Richards, and Howard Black have gone too far tonight. I’m sure Spencer will say something about this.
Howard pretends to back off until in free rage, he hops up onto the apron then slowly climbs up on the top rope. He stands up just staring at the body of Alex while ignoring the large crowd of officials waving their arms to discourage him.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Gravedigger: DO IT HOWARD! END THIS PIECE OF SHIT!
Howard leaps off from the top rope, and flies over the crowd of officials to Elbow Drop Alex; thus both men crash through the announce table as it collapses into pieces. Officials surround both competitors, an check on their medical condition as everyone in the arena is in shock.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Gravedigger: YES! GOOD FUCKIN’ JOB!
Jimmy Garcia: THIS HAS GONE ON TOO FAR! WE HAVE TO END THIS! SEE YOU ALL AT MELTDOWN! |
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