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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 2:34:01 GMT -6
Introduction
The stage in the Talking Stick Arena light up with a series of fireworks, smoke, and other great attractions to arouse the audience. Camera shifting all around the sold out arena home to the Phoenix Suns. It then switches to find Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia perfectly dressed for the occasion.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome to MELTDOWN! Live at the Talking Stick Arena here in Phoenix, Arizona! I am Jimmy Garcia alongside my partner, Gravedigger! Tonight marks the night of new champions, returns, debuts, and heated rivalries to put to an end!
Gravedigger: But the real story is my boy Howard Black defending his title against Alex Richards. Fuck the haters, I want to see some action right now!
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t forget we crown a new Rising Star Champion, also Mandie Wheeler defends the UCI Television Championship in a fatal four way, and Wentworth Updegraff Jr. defends his Intercontinental Championship against Bonnie Blue! Well, let’s get on with the sho-
The big screen comes on, showing a static black and white shot of a man’s calloused, tobacco stained left hand moving up and down the neck of an old guitar, the song emanating from the instrument, sounding as sad and run down as the musician himself. The song continues to play, as the gravelly Tennessee drawl comes from an off screen mouth.
Shooter: I been hearin’ a lot of people askin’ “Who’s Shooter McCool?” Bein’ frank, that hurts my feelin’s. I mean, I know I ain’t been in a ring for half a decade, but I thought my name meant more than that. It ain’t no matter. You don’t gotta know who I am yet. You will soon enough. After I debut, y’all are gonna have my name imprinted in your brains. You ain’t ever gonna be able to forget the night you met Shooter McCool.
The music stops and the hand disappears from frame. We hear the flick of a lighter, followed by a deep inhale. The hand comes back and rests on top of the neck of the guitar, this time with a burning cigarette between the middle and forefinger.
Shooter: You better listen up, ‘cuz I hate repeatin’ myself. I’m the baddest mother fucker any of y’all are probably ever gonna see in your lifetimes. I’m hotter than orange metal and cooler than the other side of the pillow. I’m everything you never knew you wished you could be, and I love every second of it. I’m the id and the ego without that boring bummer super ego to balance ‘em out. I’m that man inside yourself that you never listen to because y’all are too scared. I promise, once I show up, you’ll never be able to forget my name.
The camera follows the line of smoke upward, and stops as it begins to curl and twist, forming the name Shooter McCool for a few seconds, before disappearing upward. |
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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 2:43:03 GMT -6
UCI Rising Stars Championship Battle Royal Invitational
We cut to the inside of the arena where we see Logan Demon Joker, Archer Holt, Damien Childs, and Princeton St. John pacing around the ring.
The overhead lights dim as the sound of a chopper flying overhead fills the air, the opening for 'Torture' taking over a few seconds later. As the song kicks into proper gear alongside of Layla Brooklyn Allman's scream, lights of a muted shade of pink and white swirl out over the crowd as smoke rises up through the grating of the rampway, the crowd filling the air with their boos in anticipation for the woman that is about to come out. The song jumps to the chorus as Kestrel emerges from the back, the slender blond thrusting her fists over her head garnering more of that heated reaction… though such is not something that she seems concerned with. Rather, it appears that the gesture is for her own benefit, and hers alone if one goes by the deep breath she takes before she's in motion anew.
Taylor Lorde: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds... Kestrel!
As she makes her way down the ramp, it becomes readily apparent that she's not paying the crowd much of a reaction at all-- even a brave fan's successful attempt to run his fingers through the long strands of her hair is ignored beyond the faintest flick of her head away from the touch. Climbing the stairs, Kestrel puts her back to the ring ropes as she looks out over the crowd, though it could be argued quite easily that she's looking past them. A subtle shake of her head and she's kicking off the ring apron to flip into the ring, landing lightly on her feet. From there, she merely makes her way over to her corner and waits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge threat in this match after putting Dresden on the shelf!
The venue darkens and the lights flicker back and forth, then it goes completely dark. A loud explosion is heard as "Master Debater" by Twist shakes the entire room and the lights come back on and standing in the ring like he just appeared out of nowhere is "Random" Ryan Jones. The lights dim, then go out again while the cheering fans becomes silent, most fans not knowing how to feel. A skull shaped into a question mark dominates the big screen before it vanishes and the lights turn back on. Ryan is standing in the ring with his fists taped, wearing a blue t-shirt that says "In Random We Trust" on the back and the now famous skull shaped in a question mark insignia logo on the front. He is also sporting all black Nike shoes and a pair of long MMA style shorts with the words "Master" down one side and "Debater" on the other. He takes his shirt off and throws it into the crowd.
Gravedigger: Now here’s a guy I like! We know he’s got the gift of shit talk. Can he pull off a win tonight?
Zanatos stands at the top of the ramp a moment before Cigarettes by Seether blares through the arena. After a moment he steps down the ramp and enters the ring and awaits his next opponents.
Jimmy Garcia: One of the less known stars in this one, plenty of debuts in this match!
The arena goes dark. The pulsating sounds of the theme begin to play as the words begin to ring….
Thou Shall Not Fall….
Thou Shall Not Die….
Thou Shall Not Feel….
Thou Shall Not Kill……
“Cry Little Sister” by I Will Never Be The Same plays throughout the arena as Celeste Mallory slowly walks out and looks around as she smirks to the crowd. Her long dark brown hair is in a high ponytail and she flings it over her right shoulder before heading to the ring.
She stops to look around for a bit at the fans, Celeste even will approach some and rub her fingers across their faces before slowly sliding into the ring. She spreads her arms out in the middle of the ring and looks over at the referee, smiles and winks at him gesturing for him to help her take off the leather jacket which he does, she then turns, smiles and winks at him.
Afterwards, she lays across the bottom rope in the corner as she waits for the match to start patiently….
Gravedigger: THIS is a scary woman, Jimmy. Quick witted with a vicious tongue and I have a feeling she’s got the in ring ability to match!
The arena goes as a woman comes on stage with a dragon mask and a hula skirt 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: Here’s someone we’ve seen a few times! I’m sure Lara Chang is looking forward to trying to kick her way to UCI gold!
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 to match to come.
Gravedigger: Everyone’s….favorite...stupid freak...I...do I really have to hype up this guy? He’s such a weird bastard!
Jimmy Garcia: Say what you will Captain Smark-A-Lot, but Sven and Max are the real deal!
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 rushes into the ring, rushing after Sven the best he can as an all out brawl begins and we get the first bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: Here we go! Rising Stars championship!
The general clusterfuck of a brawl slowly thins out as we see rivals Sven and Porter brawl their way to a corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Things getting heated recently between these two!
Ryan Jones breaks away from the pack, turning his attention towards Sven and Fang as he leaps in their direction for the corner splash.
Gravedigger: Sven moving out of the way as Porter takes all of that splash!
With the brawl between Sven and Fang broken up, Jones stomps away at a downed Fang as Logan Demon Joker now finds himself trading blows with Sven.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the gut of Sven! LDJ looking for his first elimination!
LDJ manages to get Sven over the top rope, but Sven grabs hold, pulling LDJ to the apron with him.
Gravedigger: Bye bye, Demon Devil Wicked whatever your name is!
Jimmy Garcia: Wow! LDJ the first eliminated!
Ryan Jones turns his attention now to Sven, trying to push him off the apron with his boot as Sven clings desperately to the rope. With the brawl thinning out more, we see Lara Chang trading blows with Damien Childs on the other side of the ring. Damien delivers some chops as Lara hits him with a barrage of leg kicks.
Jimmy Garcia: Lara Chang doing what she does best here!
Gravedigger: Childs has her up for the scoop slam.
Lara struggles to get out as Damien moves towards the ropes, trying to throw his opponent over the top.
Jimmy Garcia: Chang slipping behind here!
Gravedigger: Enzuigiri from Chang!
Childs wobbles on his feet before Chang realizes the situation and charges towards the dazed opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Childs clotheslined over the top rope by Lara Chang!
With Sven still clinging desperately to the rope, Jones gives up his efforts after delivering a few stomps for good measure as his attention is turned to the oncoming threat of Archer Holt.
Gravedigger: Discus forearm by Holt.
Jimmy Garcia: No! Jones ducks it!
Gravedigger: EOD!
Jimmy Garcia: See ya, Archer!
Gravedigger: It’s down to eight now!
With the center brawl of bodies continuing to thin out, Zanatos grabs hold of Kestrel’s waist.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbows from Kestrel!
As the grip loosens up, Kestrel uses her weight to shove Princeton to the corner.
Gravedigger: Kestrel with the shoulders to the midsection now, trying to isolate Princeton here.
Zanatos notices the vulnerable Princeton and moves to help Kestrel with her efforts.
Jimmy Garcia: Lifted up top now!
Gravedigger: Kestrel and Zanatos just laying into Princeton with the strikes!
Jimmy Garcia: That’ll do it as Princeton topples out to ringside!
Gravedigger: Make that seven.
The two nod, turning their attention to Sven who is up on the apron now.
Jimmy Garcia: Sven could be in trouble as these two look to be forming a union at the moment!
The two press boots into Sven’s midsection, causing him to lean back as he holds onto the top rope.
Gravedigger: Sven pulling forward now.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow to Zanatos!
With Zanatos stunned, Sven slides his leg through the middle ropes, delivering a blow to Kestrel’s gut.
Gravedigger: Sven pulling Zanatos over now.
Jimmy Garcia: Zanatos eliminated!
Sven smiles a sigh of relief as Kestrel looks to go on the attack once more.
Gravedigger: Celeste Mallory out of nowhere with the elbow to the back of the head!
Jimmy Garcia: Kestel thrown out by Celeste!
Gravedigger: Then there were five!
Jones, Chang, and Porter now brawl in the middle with an orgy of kicks, haymakers, and chops.
Jimmy Garcia: Jones with the uppercut to Porter!
With Fang collapsing to the mat, Jones and Chang continue going at each other.
Gravedigger: Chang going for that Dragon’s Kiss!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Jones holds on and he’s got her up!
Gravedigger: Jones runs her forward and we’re down to four!
Jimmy Garcia: My god, the strength of Ryan Jones!
Down to the final four, Sven has stepped back into the ring and finds himself in a slugfest with Celeste Mallory.
Jimmy Garcia: Tvångströjan to Celeste!
As Sven drops Celeste and makes his way back to his feet, Jones has turned around into a big boot from Porter.
Gravedigger: Jones out on the apron, he’s not in a good spot here!
Jimmy Garcia: Fatal Shot from Porter on the top rope! We’re down to three!
Porter turns around, finding himself face to face with Sven’s “brother”.
Gravedigger: Bad blood forming quickly as these two find themselves face to face one more!
Jimmy Garcia: And they’re going at it again! This match back to how it started with Sven and Fang beating the tar out of one another!
Gravedigger: European uppercut from Fang!
“Max” stumbles back before stepping forward with an attack of his own.
Jimmy Garcia: Headbutt from Max!
Gravedigger: Porter whipped over the top now!
Max runs forward, trying to knock his rival off the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: Counter elbow from Porter!
Fang pulls Sven over and onto the apron with him.
Gravedigger: These two on the edge of elimination here as they continue to trade hard shots to the head!
Jimmy Garcia: Knee to the gut from Porter and he has him up!
Gravedigger: APRON SUPLEX!
Jimmy Garcia: BIG suplex and now it’s just Jonathan Porter and Celeste Mallory!
Fang sees the downed Celeste to her knees now and rolls back under the bottom rope, re-entering the ring and charging forward, lifting Celeste to a vertical base.
Gravedigger: Big uppercut from Porter!
Celeste flies back against the turnbuckle, stumbling forward from the impact of her back against the turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: Another uppercut from Porter!
Celeste slumps into the corner now as Porter lifts her to sit on top of the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Porter booted down by Celeste!
As Fang drops to the mat, Celeste rubs at her jaw as she stand on the middle turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: 9:20! Big flying stomp there from Celeste!
Gravedigger: Big impact there!
Celeste pulls the veteran Porter to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Fatal Shot out of nowhere!
Gravedigger: Yeah, but that stomp took a lot out of him and that Fatal Shot seemed to be more on instinct. These two are drained.
Celeste spins back towards the ropes, sagging down against the top rope as Porter looks to finish it off.
Jimmy Garcia: Porter lifting Celeste over the top!
Gravedigger: Celeste with the headscissors though!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: PORTER DROPS TO THE OUTSIDE! CELESTE DOES IT! WE HAVE OUR NEW RISING STARS CHAMPION!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and neeewww UCI Rising Stars Champion, Celeste Mallory!
Gravedigger: Celeste in her first match in UCI winning gold, impressive stuff!
Jimmy Garcia: Kicking off Meltdown in a big way! |
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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 2:49:01 GMT -6
Adam Kurosawa vs Rayne Moritaka
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
Love Taste booms on the PA as The Hentai Prince steps out pass the curtain and stares out into the audience. The beat rolls into the melody, and on queue, The Moe Stars, each one dressed as a different Dragon Ball character (Bulma, Chi chi, and Launch), come out and pose behind The Hentai Prince as he places the tips of his fingers of one hand against his forehead with a smug smile of his own before they break the pose and make their way down the ramp; The Moe Stars smiling and blowing kisses to the fans while The Hentai Prince continues ahead with a confident stride.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Miami, Florida! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds. He is “The Hentai Prince” Adam Kurosawa!
At the front of the ring, the group stops once again, turns around for another pose before The Hentai Prince rolls in (The Moe Stars taking to the steps. In the center of the ring, The Moe Stars hang off of him as he rips off his Cape Jacket in dramatic fashion letting it float to the ground as his hand stays high up in the air.
Jimmy Garcia: Quite the entrance from Mr. Kurosawa, the man who hopes to bring Kawaii to wrestling.
Gravedigger: I already hope he loses.
Jimmy Garcia: Don't you like Adam's Kingdom of lewd?
Gravedigger: I think looking at him is giving me cancer of the soul.
Light games of Red Black and Yellow starts with the instrumental of the song, when Kirk's part start pyros on the stage explode, light game continue until the Vocal start which then turn into dark everywhere but one lonely spotlight pointing Moritaka who just reached the stage, after some looking, either to the crowd, or his opponent, Moritaka starts reaching the ring, with determination in his eyes, once next to the ring he gets on it by jumping like Brock Lesnar which gives place to ring post pyros, he then jump over the rope, showing off his agility, once in the ring he chooses one of the corners and lay on it, waiting for the ref to call for the match.
Jimmy Garcia: One could consider this fight like a bout between two eras. New japan versus old japan. Rayane takes a more traditional approach with a strong work ethic and an intense personality, while The Hentai Prince is far more into the new Moe culture, siding with the 'otakus' of the world.
Gravedigger: MORE LIKE NO-TAKU, AM I RIGHT?!
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell rings. The two competitors circle the ring while the Moe Stars cheer on Adam Kurosawa.
Moe Stars: GO ADAM-CHAAAAAAAAN!
Gravedigger: Oh dear g-...GET A REAL JOB!
Rayane inches closer to Adam before diving for the legs, but Adam, quick on the draw, leaps over his opponent, landing on his feet and posing for the crowd.
Moe Star Biyaku: JUMPING PRINCE TECHNIQUE!
Moe Star Bani: SO KAWAII!
Moe Star Botan: SO ECCHI!
Gravedigger: If there is a god, he would strike me down to save me from this hell.
Rayane quickly turns around and charges at Adam who hits his opponent with a back elbow. Adam turns around and gives a forearm strike to the temple of Rayane, sending him backwards into the ropes. Adam grabs him by the arm and Irish Whips him into the other side of the ring and as Rayane comes running back, The Hentai Prince hits him with a flying calf kick, sending Rayane to the floor. Adam goes for the pin.
One!
Moe Star Biyaku: ONE!
Two!
Moe Star Bani: TWO!
RAYANE KICKS OUT!
Moe Star Botan: BAKA!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like, despite a very flashy presentations, The Hentai Prince is very much looking for the win tonight.
Gravedigger: I'm still hoping Rayane can get a good offence in and knock a few teeth out to end this guy's cosplay career, and maybe put these annoying cheerleaders out of work.
Moe Stars: LETS GO ADAM-CHAN! *Clap clap clapclapclap* LETS GO ADAM-CHAN!
Rayane is quick to his feet as both men stand face to face. Rayane lands the a right hand, and another until Rayane has worked Adam into the corner, laying in plow after plow, forcing The Hentai Prince into a sitting position. Rayane runs to the otherside before coming back at full speed, but as he goes for a front flip senton into the corner, Adam slides out of the ring, letting Rayane hit nothing but turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: Quick thinking on Adam's part.
The Moe Stars run over to their leader and they all pose together while Rayane is laying in the ring.
Moe Stars and The Hentai Prince: VIC-TORYYYYY! VIC-TORYYYYYY!
Adam rolls back into the ring and pulls Rayane to his feet before kicking him in the gut to force him to bend over. Adam runs over to the ropes, jumps onto the second rope to launch him backwards in a backflip, connecting with a kick to the back of the head of Rayane.
Jimmy Garcia: He calls that the Kawaii kick!
Gravedigger: Of fucking course he does.
Moe Star Biyaku: MISTER DIGGER, STOP BEING SUCH A MEANIE!
Gravedigger: Bitch, I pay taxes!
Rayane crumbles to his knees, Adam slinks over to the corner, waiting for his opponent to rise up, and as Rayane does so, Adam comes running, hitting his opponent with a leaping knee to the side of the head, sending Rayane out flat onto his back. Adam scrambles for the turn buckle, climbing it. Facing the crowd he gives one last pose before flipping backwards, landing both knees on his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: N! T! R!
Adam goes for the pin.
One!
Moe Star Biyaku: ONE!
Two!
Moe Star Bani: TWO!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Adam Kurosawa!
Moe Star Botan: THREEEE! WINNING PRINCE TECHNIQUE!
Gravedigger: Goddamn it...
The Moe Stars ascend the ring steps and join The Hentai Prince in the ring.
The Hentai Prince: VIC-TORYYYYY! VIC-TORY!!!
The Moe Stars take their spots beside Adam as the lights suddenly die down.
Gravedigger: The fuck?
"Caramelldansen" plays over the PA system as The Moe Stars and The Hentai Prince dance in sync to the beat.
Gravedigger: No. Fuck this. I'm out. Above my pay grade.
Gravedigger stands up and throws his headset before walking off.
Jimmy Garcia: Damn it, Digger, get back here!
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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 2:50:31 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 2:56:20 GMT -6
Thor Balfore vs Teddy Sol
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! 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: As we saw last week, this man right here is deadly!
Gravedigger: No kidding. First outing and he drives his opponent through the barricade with the kind of force that makes me surprised he’s able to compete tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: Well he’s got a hell of a match tonight!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston of Texas! At six feet tall, weighing in at 186 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.
Jimmy Garcia: What a crowd pleaser we have in store!
Gravedigger: You’re always in for a fun contest when it’s David fighting Goliath.
Jimmy Garcia: So true, Digger!
Gravedigger: I’m always right, Jimmy. It comes with the veteran status. You’ll learn one day, little guy.
Digger pats his commentary partner on the head as the ref calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Right away here we’ve got Teddy trying to figure out a way to attack Thor to take him out, looking for those openings to perhaps chip away similar to the approach that Jack Schlongson had last week!
Gravedigger: Some kicks to the right leg here, but I don’t know if that will cut it. Thor is taking it like a champ.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s like trying to cut down a tree trunk with a pocket knife right now!
Gravedigger: Chop to the head from Balfore!
Teddy falls back against the mat as Thor circles his opposition, stomping on various parts of the body methodically.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s typically going to be an uphill battle against someone of Thor’s size and power!
Gravedigger: Thor’s got him up now, powerbomb position here.
Jimmy Garcia: Hurricanrana from Teddy!
Gravedigger: Not quite enough to bring him to the ground, but it is enough to send Thor into the corner and save his ass.
Teddy goes back on the attack with the leg kicks, trying to bring the big man down.
Jimmy Garcia: It is common sense though that you beat a big man by getting him off his feet!
Teddy shouts out to the crowd, getting a loud pop as he does so. He sprints to the opposite corner before charging back towards the corner currently housing Thor.
Gravedigger: Nice dropkick from Teddy there, but Thor is barely shaken.
Jimmy Garcia: BIG BOOT FROM THOR BALFORE! THAT ONE JUST LEVELED HIM!
Thor grabs hold of the nearest ropes, using them for leverage to drive his boot into Teddy’s chest.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Jimmy Garcia: Thor letting up just in time, almost getting himself disqualified for that one!
Thor brings Teddy to his feet, but is greeted with some counter kicks to the leg once more that make him flinch a little with each one.
Jimmy Garcia: Shining wizard from Teddy Sol! The height on that one!
Gravedigger: He’s finally able to drop Thor Balfore and now, this is Teddy’s chance to do something in this match.
Teddy steps out onto the apron, playing to the crowd as he leaps up and bounces off the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
Gravedigger: Knees up! Thor got the knees up!
Jimmy Garcia: May have been a bit to early to attempt the finish against someone of Thor’s size!
Thor rolls over, lifting Teddy’s leg into position for the pin.
One!
Two!
KICK-OUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Close call there!
Thor pushes up before lifting Teddy up with him.
Gravedigger: Thor lifting Teddy up.
Jimmy Garcia: Snake eyes!
Teddy stumbles around, turning around just as Thor throws a haymaker.
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy rolls underneath!
Gravedigger: Nice Pele Kick from Sol there!
As Thor drops to the mat once more, Teddy bounds off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: SPINE BUSTAH!
One!
Two!
NO!
Gravedigger: So close! Teddy just barely got the shoulder up after that huge spinebuster!
Jimmy Garcia: This match is just turning into one big move, one huge reversal after another! My god!
Now to his feet, Thor ascends the post.
Gravedigger: That is a giant looking to fly right now, Jimmy! You won’t see this anywhere else!
Now to his feet, Teddy leaps forward, knocking Thor down to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: HABANERO HURRICANE!
Thor tumbles off the top and to the ground below. Teddy looks to seize the opportunity of a downed opponent once more as he steps through the ropes. He takes a moment to rally the crowd as Thor struggles to his feet.
Gravedigger: It appears that Teddy is looking for the Habanero High Dive once more, but I don’t know how he’s gonna pull that off with Thor getting up now!
Looking to improvise, Teddy leaps to the top rope before flying towards a now standing Thor.
Jimmy Garcia: Thor with the clothesline over the top!
Both men are sent over and to the outside as Thor overshoots the clothesline a tad.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Gravedigger: Thor and Teddy both up, looking exhausted.
Thor goes to grab hold of his opponent to send him in the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the head from Sol as both men collapse once more!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Ten!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match has been ruled a DRAW by double count-out!
Gravedigger: That’s all she wrote!
Jimmy Garcia: Hard fought contest, but once again, Thor takes both himself and his opponent to the limit! A great showing for both him and Teddy tonight! |
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Post by Results on Aug 30, 2016 3:02:20 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Fatal Four Way Mandie Wheeler © vs Kyle Kemp vs Shadowlove vs Jericho Salazar
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is a Fatal Four Way scheduled for one fall and it is for the UCI Television Championship! Introducing the first participant! 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 the audience. While this is going on Jericho sprints down the stage and into the ring and bounces off the ropes a few times before taking too a corner and staring towards the entrance ramp with determination.
Jimmy Garcia: Big fatal four way up here for one of the most prestigious prizes in sports today, the UCI Television Title!
Gravedigger: I don’t know many people who would represent it better than a blue collar competitor like Jericho Salazar!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona! 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.
Jimmy Garcia: Another big name in TV title matches is this man right here! Can Shadowlove get it done tonight and finally claim the belt that many say is made for him?!
Gravedigger spaces off as his eyes become fixated on Ms. Miyamoto.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the third participant! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Kyle Kemp!
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle Kemp of course returning recently, now finds himself with a bit of opportunity after crushing his last opponent!
As Kemp makes his way down the ramp, looking at fans in disgust, Digger continues to offer no commentary as his study of boobies carries on.
Jimmy Garcia: Only one person left to enter that ring, Digger!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! 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 has stayed undefeated thus far! Can she do the same again tonight in her biggest challenge yet?!
Digger finally snaps out of it at the sound of the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
The match gets underway with Salazar charging at and immediately knocking down Shadowlove with a clothesline at the same time as Mandie Wheeler mimics this altercation by connecting with her own lariat on Kemp.
Gravedigger: We’ve seen a lot of improvement from Jericho over the last couple of weeks.
Jimmy Garcia: Couldn’t agree with you more, tonight could be his night but the question here really should be if anybody can overthrow Mandie Wheeler.
These early advantages don’t last for very long though being that the match is one fall to a finish. Mandie looks across the ring, thinking she has a moment to plan out her next move but the crafty Salazar charges her into the turnbuckle with his shoulder and repeats the motion, ramming it into her stomach another twice before he is caught off-guard by the recently returned Kemp.
Gravedigger: Mandie’s got a big target on her head tonight, everybody wants to be the one to knock her off the top-spot.
Jimmy Garcia: She doesn’t necessarily need to be pinned to lose this match either, so it could be the she loses the belt but still remains to be pinned or submitted.
Shadowlove is next to seize advantage, sliding outside of the ring and dragging the winded body of the champion outside, pulling her through the ropes before dropping her with a thud on the floor in front of Ms. Miyamoto whilst Kemp lifts Salazar overhead before driving him into the mat with an inverted suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Kemp with a beautiful inverted suplex there, picture perfect.
Gravedigger: Of course it was beautiful, Kyle Kemp is better at everything than everyone. Rumor has it he once suplexed a shark.
Back on the outside it is all Shadowlove, who stomps Mandy in the ribcage as his manager approves vocally and with a smile. Meanwhile in the ring, Kemp rolls atop Jericho, making the first pinfall attempt of the match while the other participants of the match are busy outside.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: That was a little too close for comfort, I had thought this match would be a long contest but at this rate it’s not going to go on much longer.
Gravedigger: Of course it won’t, I’m calling it right now, Kyle Kemp wins in under six minutes.
Jericho’s shoulder makes it off the mat in perfect synchronization with the referee’s count of two, unfortunately for the man who is better than you though, Shadowlove has rolled back into the ring, leaving Ms. Miyamoto to look down her nose at the fallen champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove is sizing up Kemp, and I don’t even think he can tell the Handsome Half-breed is back in the ring.
Gravedigger: How can you even look at those guys when Ms. Miyamoto is in the background?
Jimmy Garcia: That’s what we’re paid to do ‘digger!
Gravedigger: You might get paid to commentate, I get paid to bring some star-power to the announce table.
Shadow wastes no motion in letting Kemp know of his re-entry, dragging the most experienced man in the match down to the canvas with a single-leg takedown then effortlessly applying a figure-four as the crowd begins to chant for Mandie who is back on her feet, and making her way back into the ring.
Ref: Do you want to submit?
Jimmy Garcia: The referee’s not missing a beat here.
Before Kemp can even answer though, Mandie is all over Shadowlove, stomping his ribs as he had done to her a few minutes ago. With the hold released, Kemp rolls out of the ring, clutching at his leg as Mandie Wheeler and Jericho Salazar engage in a collar-elbow tie-up that the stronger man makes short work of, sending the champion into the ropes before delivering a thrust kick of sorts on the rebound.
Gravedigger: Salazar with a sickening kick there.
Jimmy Garcia: But he’s taken his eye off the ball for too long!
Before he can capitalize though, Shadowlove grabs him around the ankle, dragging the blue-collar worker down to the canvas before locking in the figure four leg lock once more, on a different opponent. Again he drops back applying the pressure to Salazar’s leg whilst the referee asks him if he wishes to submit.
Ref: Do you want to submit?
Once more the hold is broken up though, this time by Mandie Wheeler too who kicks Shadowlove in the side of the face once, but finds her leg being snatched away from her and contorted once more into a third figure-four leg lock that completes the trifecta as Jericho rolls out of the ring to join Kemp in clutching at his leg on the outside.
Gravedigger: This could be it! Someone’s finally going to take this chick down a peg.
Jimmy Garcia: I’ve got to admit, it does look like she’s going to need to tap.
A few moments pass where Mandie remains ensnared in Shadowlove’s submission hold, the crowd attempt to spur her on, but as they cheer for her the Handsome Half-breed just applies more pressure, forcing the referee to ask that age-old question once more.
Ref: Do you want to…
Boom! Back to the Minors connects.
Kyle Kemp rolls under the ropes out of nowhere and drills Shadowlove with a vicious punt to the head before repeating the same motion and swinging his leg at Mandie haphazardly. As he does so however the champion shoots up onto her waist and locks her legs around his stomach, dragging him down to the floor before locking in the front-facelock.
Gravedigger: Kemmmmmmmmmp! Don’t you do it!
Jimmy Garcia: Mandielock! The Mandielock is locked in!
Kemp can only hold on for a few short moments before tapping his hand against her back as the oxygen is sapped from his body. Just like the match is over and Mandie Wheeler retains as Salazar can only watch from the outside and Shadowlove is left with the bitter taste of Back to the Minors.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by submission, and still UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler!
Mandie Wheeler gets off her opponents. Standing in the center of the ring receiving her Television Title belt. Raising it high with honor, and pride.
Jimmy Garcia: They said she couldn’t do it but she said yes. Mandie Wheeler is still your UCI Television Champion! |
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:15:35 GMT -6
Jayden Thunder vs Polar Phantasm
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Sparks, Nevada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 217 pounds. He is Jayden Thunder!
Jimmy Garcia: Man, I am looking forward to this one.
Gravedigger: Of course you are.
The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "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. "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm. Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a quick look around the crowd... and then stares down Jayden Thunder.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from New Antarctica, Nevada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 255 pounds. He is one half of the UCI Tag Team Champions, The Polar Phantasm!
Jimmy Garcia: This is going to be a great match. Two men, equal height, a bit of a weight difference will mean a great match. What do you think, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Don’t care.
Jimmy Garcia: OK, looks like this match is about to get under way.
The referee rings for the bell as Jayden Thunder and The Polar Phantasm circle the ring ready to lock up
with one another. They lock up in the middle of the ring as Polar Phantasm quickly transitions it into a headlock, locking his right arm around Thunder’s head. Thunder tries to reach out towards the ropes, but is unable to, so he decides to back Polar up towards the ropes. He springs Polar off of the ropes, and whips him across to the other side of the ring. Polar rebounds off of the ropes and heads towards Thunder who goes for a clothesline. Polar ducks the clothesline, heads towards the other ropes, rebounds off them, and is met with a dropkick by Thunder, taking Polar down to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: A good back and forth start here but Jayden Thunder has gotten in control.
Gravedigger: (*singing) Thunder (ahhhhhhh), Thunder (ahhhhhhh)
Polar returns to his feet and is met with another dropkick from Thunder. Polar gets back to his feet again, and Thunder hits another dropkick that sends Polar into a seated position in the corner. Thunder gets up and moves to the opposite corner as Polar slowly gets to his feet, and runs in as Polar reaches his feet, hitting a corner elbow smash, making Polar collapse back down to a seated position.
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden Thunder is off to a good start here. Bringing everything he has to start this one.
Gravedigger: (*singing) Thunder (ahhhhhhh), Thunder (ahhhhhhh)
Jimmy Garcia: Why do you keep singing that?
Gravedigger: It’s a good song. Beats Beck any day of the week.
Jay Thunder starts to stomp on Polar in the corner as the referee tries to get him away from him. The crowd boos as Thunder continues to stomp Polar in the chest as the referee starts a count. Upon reaching the count of four, Thunder backs off as the referee gets in his face. Jay just smiles and nods his head, not taking in anything the ref says. He walks back over to Polar, who has reached his feet in the corner, and goes to grab him
Jimmy Garcia: Man, Thunder doesn’t care what anybody says.
Gravedigger: Yeah, that makes him cool.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait, that’s how somebody becomes cool. I’ll try that then, starting with you.
Gravedigger: Hey, that’s not cool. I have very important things to say.
Jimmy Garcia: Whatever, I don’t care.
Gravedigger: Now, you’re just a douche.
Thunder grabs Polar by the arm, and goes to irish whip him across to the other corner of the ring, but Polar puts on the brakes, wrapping his left arm around the top rope. Thunder tries again, but Polar brakes, and when Jay gets closer for a punch, Polar hits a headbutt that stuns Thunder momentarily. Polar hits the headbutt again as Thunder steps backwards. Polar shakes his head briefly, and goes to walk out of the corner, but is met with a kick to the head as Thunder steps off of the ropes hitting a step-up enziguri. Polar stumbles out of the corner as Thunder quickly runs into the ropes, rebounding off of them, hitting a one-handed bulldog on Polar.
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden Thunder with a great start here. Fighting hard to start things off.
Gravedigger: He is just simply electrifying.
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t think that’s true.
Gravedigger: He’s the striker of lightning.
Jimmy Garcia: Absolutely false.
Gravedigger: He’s the star of the show.
Jimmy Garcia: Where are you getting this from?
Gravedigger: They’re his nicknames. Man, Jimmy, do some homework. You’re doing a shit job tonight.
Thunder lifts Polar up to his feet, and grabs him around the back, hitting a russian leg sweep. Thunder rolls through returning to his feet, and moves into position for a standing moonsault. Thunder jumps, flipping in the air, but lands hard on the knees of Polar Phantasm as he lifts them up just in time. Thunder bounces off of Polar’s knees, and quickly gets to his feet, hunched over.
Jimmy Garcia: A good reversal by The Sub-Zero Spectre right there.
Gravedigger: Yep
Polar quickly gets to his feet as he goes after Thunder, looking for an overhand punch. Thunder quickly blocks it, knocking the arm away, and ducks down going for a quick sweep of the legs. Polar though sees this coming, and quickly jumps over the leg, and as he lands on his feet, he kicks Thunder on the side of the head, making Thunder collapse on the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Some quick thinking by The Icy Manipulator.
Gravedigger: Whatever.
Polar grabs Thunder and quickly brings him to his feet, before flipping him over into a seated position with a snapmare. He follows it up with a kick to Thunder’s back, who screams out in pain, and tries to rise to his feet. Polar though grabs him when he has nearly reached his feet, and quickly hits a snap suplex, sending Thunder towards the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: The Antarctican Army is in control now.
Gravedigger: What the hell are you going on about?
Jimmy Garcia: Cryogenix Prime.
Gravedigger: What?
Jimmy Garcia: It’s Polar’s nicknames. You told me to do some homework.
Gravedigger: Who gives a shit about him?
Polar Phantasm gets up quickly, and waits as Thunder gets to his feet near the ropes. Polar runs towards him, but Thunder quickly drops down as Polar arrives, and lifts him over his head looking for a backdrop. Polar, though, lands on the apron and waits as Thunder turns around. He hits an elbow smash to the face of Thunder, and Thunder backs off, clutching his jaw. As Thunder turns around, Polar springs off of the ropes, and hits Thunder with a springboard dropkick that sends Jayden rolling to the outside.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait, I think Polar is setting up for that over-the-top-rope plancha. I love that move.
Gravedigger: It’s okay. Not great.
Jimmy Garcia: Like you could do better.
Gravedigger: I could.
Polar sets up across the ring, and waits as Thunder gets himself to his feet on the outside. Polar runs towards the ropes looking for the over-the-top-rope plancha, but Jayden Thunder quickly runs out of the way. Polar stops as Thunder leans against the barricade. Polar slides to the outside and follows after Thunder, who runs once he sees Polar after him. Polar chases Thunder around half of the ring before Jayden quickly slides inside. Polar follows, climbing onto the ring apron, but as he is stepping into the ring, Thunder hits a superkick to the face of Polar, making Polar stumble to the outside. Thunder instantly runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and runs towards Polar, shooting through the middle ropes, hitting Polar with a suicide dive.
Gravedigger: Now, that’s a good move.
Jimmy Garcia: You seriously are biased, aren’t you?
Gravedigger: We all are.
Jayden stands up straight and screams at the crowd stating that he is ‘The Star of the Show’. He walks over to Polar, and lifts him up off of the ground. He rolls Polar into the ring, and climbs onto the apron, and waits for Polar to get to his feet. Once Polar reaches his feet, Thunder jumps up, and springs off of the top rope, hitting Polar Phantasm with a springboard clothesline. Thunder goes for the first cover of the match.
One!
Kick Out!
Jimmy Garcia: That is expected when it is only the first cover of the match.
Gravedigger: Come on, I could beat someone quicker than that.
Jimmy Garcia: Sure you could.
Gravedigger: I could.
Jayden Thunder lifts Polar up tohis feet, and quickly hits a snap suplex that sends Polar towards the ropes. Thunder gets to his feet with a small smirk on his face, happy with they way he is going. Polar gets up after the snap suplex reasonably quickly as well, and goes after Thunder once he does. When Polar approaches Thunder, Thunder quickly lifts him up, and hits Polar with a flapjack. Polar bounces back up, and slowly gets to his feet. Thunder grabs Polar around the waist, and hits a bridging german suplex holding on for the pin.
One!
Two!
Kick Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Another kick-out by Polar Phantasm.
Gravedigger: Damn it, Jayden. Put him down for the three count.
Thunder shakes his head, believing that that would have ended the match. He stands up, and tells the referee that it was a three count. Referee says it was only two. Thunder shakes his head, and walks over to Polar, to pick him up who quickly rolls Thunder up with a small package as the ref counts.
One!
Two!
Kick Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Polar nearly claimed that win out of nowhere.
Gravedigger: He tried to steal the win.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s not stealing. It’s skill.
Gravedigger: As if he has any skill.
Thunder quickly gets to his feet and goes after Polar throwing punch after punch to the head and back as Polar was trying to get to his feet. He pulls Polar up to his face, and slaps him across the face in anger. Thunder follows it up with an enziguri to Polar that staggers him on the spot. Thunder quickly gets back to his feet and smiles at the crowd, but Polar instantly fires back with an enziguri sending Thunder’s smile away, making him collapse to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Both men are on the mat now, after an enziguri each.
Gravedigger: They nearly kicked each others heads off. If only Jayden had done it.
Jimmy Garcia: I doubt you truly want that.
Gravedigger: Believe me. I do.
Both men are slow to reach their feet as the referee begins a count. Upon the count of five, both men finally make it to their feet and Thunder throws a backhand chop, connecting it to the chest of Polar. Thunder hits two more backhand chops before Phantasm grabs Thunder by the head, and hits five headbutts in a row, making Jayden stagger on his feet. Polar quickly gets behind Jayden, and hits a quick German Suplex sending Thunder to the mat. Polar quickly pulls Thunder to his feet and hits a snap sitout powerbomb, going for the cover afterwards.
One!
Two!
Shoulder Up!
Jimmy Garcia: So close. Nearly had it.
Gravedigger: Damn it, Jayden. What are you doing?
Jimmy Garcia: I think he’s losing.
Gravedigger: I can see that.
Jimmy Garcia: Well, you asked the question.
Polar backs up and waits for Thunder to get to his feet. Once Thunder arrives to his feet, Polar runs and goes for a flying headscissors takeover, nailing it on Jayden. Jayden flips across the ring into the corner. He slowly gets to his feet as Polar charges, but he manages to move out of the way, allowing Polar to run straight into the turnbuckle. Jayden quickly grabs him and hits a spinning spinebuster on Polar, laying him out on the mat. Jayden quickly climbs the turnbuckle, and stands on the top, waiting for Polar to get to his feet. Once Polar arrives to his feet, Jayden jumps off, hitting a diving high knee to the side of Polar’s head, sending him back to the mat.
Gravedigger: Calling Jayden a loser. How rude are you, Jimmy?
Jimmy Garcia: I never said such a thing.
Gravedigger: You said he was losing.
Jimmy Garcia: So did you.
Gravedigger: You have no evidence to make such a claim.
Thunder backs up as Polar hits the mat, and he runs nailing a running shooting star press on Polar. Thunder goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Shoulder Up!
Jimmy Garcia: So close.
Gravedigger: Come on, Jayden. You are so close.
Jayden Thunder lifts Polar Phantasm to his feet, and hooks him up looking for a northern lights suplex, but Polar manages to block it. After a few knees from Thunder, Polar blocks it again as Thunder attempts the suplex yet again, and knees Jayden in the stomach hard, making him let go. Polar quickly hits a swinging neckbreaker, sending Thunder to the mat.
Gravedigger: Bloody hell. Freaking Thunder not doing what I tell him.
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t think anyone would do anything you told them.
Gravedigger: I may very well tell you to shut your hole.
Jimmy Garcia: I will never do such a thing.
Polar quickly runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it quickly, reaching the top. He stares down at Thunder, who is still on his back after the swinging neckbreaker, and he jumps off looking for a senton splash. Thunder quickly manages to get out of the way as Polar lands hard on the mat. Thunder quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and jumps off hitting Polar with a frog splash, going for the cover afterwards
One!
Two!
Shoulder Up!
Jimmy Garcia: Man, another close call here. Is anyone going to be able to pull it off?
Gravedigger: Jayden Thunder will. I can sense these things!
Jimmy Garcia: Well, I sense that Polar is going to win. I wonder who’s sense will win?
Gravedigger: I hate you.
Jayden Thunder lifts Polar up to his feet, and kicks him in the stomach. He wraps his arms around Polar’s head, and lifts him up hitting a lifting DDT. He picks him up again, and lifts him onto his shoulders locking for a turnbuckle powerbomb. He runs in for the powerbomb on the turnbuckle, but Polar manages to flip out of it, sending Thunder face first into the turnbuckles. Thunder bounces off, and Polar hits Southern Lights Suplex (Northern Lights Suplex) and holds on for the pin.
One!
Two!
Shoulder Up!
Jimmy Garcia: Bloody hell, this is getting tense.
Gravedigger: Just shoot me now.
Jimmy Garcia: Why?
Gravedigger: Jayden’s going to lose.
Jimmy Garcia: But what if I shoot you and then he wins.
Gravedigger: Well, how would I know that he wins when I’m shot.
Jimmy Garcia: Fair point.
Polar quickly gets to his feet and climbs to the second turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like he is going for The 'Antarctican Jam'.
As Polar is about to jump off of the second rope, Thunder springs to his feet, and hits a step-up enziguri to the head of Polar. As Polar is about to fall off of the turnbuckle, Jayden catches him on his shoulders, and carries him to the center of the ring. Thunder hits Lights Out (Fireman’s Carry Facebuster) on Polar in the center of the ring. Thunder goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Shoulder Up!
Gravedigger: How in the hell did he kick out of that one?
Jimmy Garcia: There’s a lot of spirit from both men, that’s for sure.
Jayden Thunder backs up into the corner.
Gravedigger: He’s calling for it. Thunderstruck is go.
Jayden Thunder runs at Polar Phantasm looking for Thunderstruck, but Polar hits a jumping back kick out of nowhere. Thunder, stunned, stumbles around the ring as Polar quickly gets back up and grabs Thunder, lifting him up, hitting The Ice Cap (Fisherman’s suplex into a brainbuster) Polar goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Polar Phantasm!
Gravedigger: Damn it.
Jimmy Garcia: And he’s done it. What a win by The Polar Phantasm. |
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:17:17 GMT -6
D I A V O L O vs Johnny Evil
The lights cut as the opening strains of Heavens Have Fallen begin to filter through the arena as a single beam of light falls onto the top of the staging - from through the stage a large throne rises where Alessandra Malignaggi is sat, legs crossed and assured. The throne reaches its epoch when another strip of crimson lights illuminate the ramp where we see four men in animal masks - two goats, and two wolves at each corner of the throne.
Jimmy Garcia: She is the undisputed queen of mean, Gravedigger, but will it be enough tonight, as she faces the definition of cutting edge, Johnny Evil!
Gravedigger: She's giving away height, weight, wrestling experience. But what she has in her favour is a killer's instinct. Sometimes, that's all you need.
The men heave the crown onto their shoulders and begin to carry Alessandra down to the ring much to the distaste of the crowd. As they get to ringside, the men lower the chair to almost level with the apron, Alessandra uncrosses her legs and steps gracefully from the throne onto the apron where she turns to soak in the crowd reaction before letting her cloak fall and removes her mask in one deft movement - then steps through the ropes ready to begin.
A few moments pass before the lights fade once again and begin to flicker as "Little Monster" by Royal Blood plays through the speakers. Johnny steps out onto the stage dressed in an all white set of tights with bright yellow lightning flashes that mirror the attire of the missing Joey Flash! Johnny looks around for a moment as the audience gasp. Johnny then saunters over to one side of the stage and begins pointing outward with his finger into the audience. Johnny makes his way to the other side of the stage and repeats the process. He then paces and begins to hop around a bit and hype up the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: Controversial ring attire, GD.
Gravedigger: Playing mind-games with this woman might be a mistake, Jimmy.
After a moment, Johnny begins a somewhat fast jog down the ramp to the rhythm of the music all while spreading his arms out like a plane and spinning around a bit. Once he makes his way to the ringside area, he slides through the bottom rope and then hops to his feet. He begins a pace around the ring before ascending the ropes. Johnny begins talking and hyping up the audience as he lifts his arms into the air and sways them up and down. As his music dies down and the lights return to their normal state, he hops off the ropes and gets into the face of Alessandra.
Ding Ding Ding!
Alessandra looks up into the eyes of Evil as she squares off against her opponent. They begin to circle. Johnny offers a hand for a tie up, but it's swatted away by Alessandra. Johnny offers a hand again; but again it's swatted away.
Alessandra backs away, she looks down, conflicted. As if the whole enterprise tonight was a horrible mistake. Johnny takes a step forward. Cautious. Reaching out for a hip toss when...
Alessandra goes for a low blow, hand caught by Evil who has this viper well scouted; Japanese arm drag into an arm bar as Alessandra reaches out for the ropes. Dragged away by Evil who locks the armbar in tight.
Alessandra with an overhead kick as she tries to break the hold, Evil obliges, but only so he can go in for a forearm to the face, the move connects as Alessandra rolls around on the floor; Johnny takes a few steps backward to admire his handywork before hitting a running senton!
Jimmy Garcia: Evil in control. It could be a long night for Alessandra!
Jimmy starts to strut around the ring and shadow box as Alessandra staggers to her feet, she screams and charges forward, going for a spear attempt, Johnny leaps and rolls over the human missile as he hits a backstabber!
Gravedigger: The mind games seem to be working!
Superkick! Followed by a blue thunder bomb. Johnny with the pin
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Eye rake by Alessandra., who attempts to roll out of the ring. Johnny reaches out for a grasp of hair, but is eye poked again. Alessandra on the outside, eyes searching for Thursday. But where is she?
Meanwhile Johnny instigates a running jump, Springboard Moonsault! Both have crashed down to the floor!
Jimmy Gargia: This match is descending into mayhem!
Gravedigger: Cab Ride!
Jimmy Garcia: What?
Gravedigger: Nothing.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jimmy to his feet first, runs towards a staggering Alessandra, about to deliver a superman punch!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Spinning heel kick by Alessandra as Johnny reaches the apex of his leap. The kick catches him square in the gut, he staggers backwards as Alessandra grabs him by the hair and slams his head into the steel steps. Goes for the move again, blocked and reciprocated!
Seven!
Eight!
Johnny rolls into the ring, then rolls out to continue the punishment. Johnny drags the steps away from the ring post, then picks up Alessandra, placing her prone body over his shoulder.
Jimmy Garcia: No! Death Valley Driver into the steps!
Gravedigger: This man is pure Evil!
Alessandra is struggling to worm her way free as Johnny lifts her up high, she's seconds away from a career ending injury for sure as--
Alessandra manages to escape, lands onb her feet behind Johnny, pushes him into the ring post, she takes a running leap; attempting a superwoman punch!
Caught mid air!
Pop-Up Powerbomb!
Onto the announce table!
CRRRRRASSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!!
The table is obliterated as Alessandra is a bloody mess. A huge EVIL chant breaks out as the illustrious one bows to the crowd!
Jimmy Garcia: Are....are we still on? Are you okay, Digger?
Digger dusts himself off and shoots Evil the eye.
Gravedigger: I'm multi tie world champ. Yeah, I'm fine. What the hell is he doing now?
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Johnny rolls Alessandra back into the ring. She's woozy, begs for a time out as she goes for a another low blow, blacked once more by the wryly vet who Irish whips her into the ring posts. She bounces off like a broken mannequin covered in rubber.
Johnny turns to the crowd
Johnny Evil: LOBOTOMY!
Jimmy Garcia: No! That will kill her!
Jimmy drags Alessandra by the hair over to the ring post, She drops to her knees, so Evil hits her with an implant DDT for her trouble!
Jimmy Garcia: Good Gawd, this man is merciless!
Gravedigger: He's evil! Get it right!
Evil at the ring-post now with Alessandra, lifts her up as--
Thursday Kerrigan motions from beneath the ring, She waits until Johnny has lifted up Alessandra into the apex of the move, then strikes! Thursday pushes Johnny, but catches Alessandra; Johnny on the mat as Alessandra hits a frog splash with a lead pipe in her hands, unseen by the ref! Alessandra throws the pipe to the outside and uses her body to cover up the busted open face of Evil as she makes the pin...
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, D I A V O L O!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Good Gawd! How?
Gravedigger: Smarts, Jay Gee, the flash kind of smarts.
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:22:00 GMT -6
Duct Tape Unification Match Andre Jenson vs Kyle Cameron
[DING. DING. DIIIIIIIING.]
The bell chimes ominously. The crowd is anxious for the war that is to come.
Taylor Lorde: The following contest...IS A DUCTAPE UNIFICATION MATCH! The only way to win is to take the two halfs of the ACTUAL World Title, and apply five layers of ductape to unify the title.
The camera pans on over to the commentators desk. Resting near Gravedigger are the two halfs of the ACTUAL World Title, while a giant roll of ductape sits near the arm of Jimmy Garcia.
Jimmy Garcia: I think it's safe to say this is by far the most unique match on the card, wouldn't you agree?
Gravedigger: Jimmy in all my years in the business I have never seen a match quite like this, and I doubt I will ever again. Whether this match is any good remains to be seen.
Jimmy Garcia: In any case, here's comes our first co-champion now!
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...BUT HE'S IMMEDIATELY JUMPED BY KYLE CAMERON FROM BEHIND! The crowd boo the shit out of the sneak attack as Cameron lands several sloppy punches to Jenson's head. The ref in the ring hastily calls for the bell as he rushes to the wrestlers.
[DINGDINGDING]
Jimmy Garcia: Well shit, I guess we're starting now!
Kyle starts trying to land some MMA style knees to the gut on Andre, and lands a few of them. He sticks Andre's head under his arm, looking to get an early DDT in on the entrance stage, but Andre wrestles his way out before Kyle can land the move. Jenson then slaps the piss outta Kyle for pulling this shit, then irish whips him down the ramp, Kyle stopping just before he hits the apron. Just as he gathers his bearings after such a long run, Jenson comes CHARGING AT HIM with a vicious clothesline to the apron!
Gravedigger: Y'ouch. I wouldn't be surprised if Cameron walks out tonight with only half a back after that move.
After hitting the move, Jenson shoves Cameron into the ring, and quickly follows himself. Cameron stumbles to his feet and tries to land some forearm shots, he lands about three of them, none of which seem to hurt Jenson. Jenson looks at Cameron for only a brief moment before responding with his own forearm, a stiff and powerful one that sends Cameron right onto his ass. Wasting no time, Jenson runs the ropes and lands a sick Penalty Kick on Cameron! BIG pop for the #PK.
Jimmy Garcia: Picture perfect PK by Jenson, who's quickly overcome the setback on the ramp and taken control of the match.
Gravedigger: When you're in that ring, you gotta be flexible, gotta be ready to take whatever comes your way and turn the tide. I think Jenson just did all that perfectly just now.
With Cameron incapacitated for the moment, Jenson quickly slides back out of the ring and makes his way to the commentary table.
Andre Jenson: Good morrow, chaps! Mind if I have a crack at the belt?
Gravedigger: Was that pun intended?
Andre Jenson: Perhaps...
Gravedigger: Then knock yourself out.
Andre nods and takes the broken halfs of the belt, then the ductape, and peels the tape a bit to where he as something to work with. He places the peeled tape at the bottom of the belt, makes his way up, then goes to the back of the belt. All the while, the ref looks on intently, to make sure the proper ductaping procedure is followed.
Gravedigger: I don't think I've seen so many people enthralled by a man using ductape before.
Jimmy Garcia: LOOK OUT, HERE COMES CAMERON!
It's too late! Kyle has already clobbered the back of Jenson's head with a steel chair! The crowd boo the shit out of the reckless and violent attack.
Jimmy Garcia: You madman! You could've given him a concussion with that shot!
Kyle Cameron: SHUT THE FUCK UP GARCIA, YOU LITTLE BITCH! GIMME THAT SHIT!
Angrily tossing the chair to the ground, Cameron forcibly grabs the belt/tape conglomeration and sloppily tries to apply more tape. However, after putting what he thinks is another layer on, the ref overrules him, as the tape is going slightly askew from the center where Andre started, therefor only one regulated layer has been applied. Pitching a big bitch fit, Cameron gets in the refs face and calls him a fucking loser, GIVING JENSON JUST ENOUGH TIME TO RETALIATE WITH AN AXE HANDLE TO CAMERON'S BACK! Jenson the grabs the belt and tape right outta Cameron's hands, quickly redirecting the course of the tape back to the center. The ref rules it an official layer!
Jimmy Garcia: Two down, three to go!
After getting the layer down, Andre rips the current strip of tape, then drops the roll of tape to the ground. He stomps on Kyle for a bit, though a little razzled from the chair shot, until Cameron hits him square in the dick! The pain is apparent on Andre's face, as he crumples to the ground in a heap, the crowd jeering Cameron's continued dirty tactics.
Crowd: FUCK YOU CAMERON! *clap clap clapclapclap* FUCK YOU CAMERON *clap clap clapclapclap*
This time Kyle ignores the taunting from the crowd, focusing on getting more layers on the belt. He quickly gets the tape and ruhes getting the third layer on. Although he does it very fast, the ref concludes that the layer has indeed been added.
Gravedigger: Only two more left. Are we seeing the final seconds of this match?
As Cameron prepares the fourth layer, Jenson (who has recovered and on his feet) taps Cameron on the shoulder.
Andre Jenson: Candygram.
Cameron turns around in confusion.
Kyle Cameron: What the f-?
*BLAM*. HUGE UPPERCUT FROM JENSON TO CAMERON! Kyle doubles over clutching his jaw in agony, as Jenson takes Kyle by the neck and places his body right on top of the commentary table. As Kyle squirms, Andre quickly goes for the tape.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh jeez, what's he got in mind right here?
Gravedigger: Whatever it is, I think I'm gonna enjoy it!
Andre unrolls a bit of tape, sticks the tape at the end of the table, and brings it all the way to the other side and across Cameron's chest!
Kyle Cameron: WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JENSON?!?!
Andre Jenson: For your insolence and disrespect of Kem!
HUGE POP FROM THE CROWD! KEM CHANTS ACROSS THE ARENA!
Crowd: KEM! KEM! KEM! KEM!
Jenson then goes to Cameron's wildly thrashing legs, sticks the tape at the end of the table, and brings it across and over Cameron's legs. Though they still thrash, Jenson forces them down to ductape them even further together! He then tapes up the ends of both strips down for a little extra stability, then goes to the chest of Cameron. He acknowledges the crowd.
Andre Jenson: Would you like more tape?
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Andre Jenson: More tape then!
Smiling, he gets one long strip ready, then places it in a diagonal on Cameron's chest. He gets another long strip and places it perpendicular to the other strip, forming a large "X" right on Cameron's chest!
Andre Jenson: X marks the spot, matey!
Gravedigger: OH MY GOD. I NEVER KNEW I WANTED THIS IN MY LIFE UNTIL I HAD IT!
Jimmy Garcia: GRAVEDIGGER IS MARKING OUT! I'M MARKING OUT! THE ENTIRE ARENA IS MARKING OUT!
Andre drops the tape to the ground, and motions for the ring post...then pauses, goes back to the tape, and adds one final touch: a makeshift blindfold made of ductape to Cameron's eyes.
Gravedigger: THAT PUNK CAMERON IS BEING CRUCIFIED WITH DUCTAPE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, I LOVE IT JIMMY!
Finally satisfied with his work, Andre goes to the ring post, climbs the turnbuckle, and gets ready!
Jimmy Garcia: CLIMB THAT TURNBUCKLE JENSON! DO IT FOR EVERYONE WHO'S HAD TO PUT UP WITH KYLE CAMERON IN THE UCI! DO IT!
As he stands ready to jump, Jenson quickly goes in his pocket, pulls out his lucky D20, and rolls it onto the canvas, but turns away before he can see the result.
Gravedigger: JENSON JUST TOLD LADY LUCK TO SUCK IT! NEVER TELL HIM THE ODDS!
Jimmy Garcia: But could this backfire 'Digger? Could we see him faceplant on the ground in a few moments?
Gravedigger: I hope not! Let's get out of the way kid!
With one last look at his target, Jenson gives his elbow a good tap, and makes the leap as time freezes for what feels to the crowd like an eternity. They've calmed to a dead silence, hoping Jenson makes the move. With the flash of all the pictures being taken, Jensen soars through the air...
...
......
.....AND LANDS THE ELBOW DROP TO CAMERON BEAUTIFULLY! The announcers desk practically EXPLODES from the move, with bits and pieces flying off into the crowd!
Jimmy Garcia: HE DID IT!! HE FUCKING DID IT! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MOVE! HOLY SHIT!!
The crowd agree with Jimmy, as a Holy Shit chant rightfully erupts. Gravedigger does not say anything, only stands and applauds. Jenson quickly gets up from on top of Kyle Cameron's heap of a body, and smiles at the love given to him by the crowd. After taking a quick breather, Jenson grabs the belt and tape and slides casually into the ring. With the ref looking on, he applies the final three layers to the belt, and the bell rings.
[DING DING DING!]
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner...AND UNDISPUTED ACTUAL WORLD CHAMPION...ANDREEEEEEEEE JENSON!
Crowd: THANK YOU JENSON! *clap clap clapclapclap* THANK YOU JENSON! *clap clap clapclapclap*
The ref raises Andre's hand in victory, and after the ref lets him go Andre goes back to the corner to get his D20. He looks it and smiles, as the camera zooms in to reveal a natural 20.
Crowd: NATURAL TWENTY! *clap clap clapclapclap* NATURAL TWENTY! *clap clap clapclapclap*
Gravedigger: This match was one sided as hell, and it was awesome. Cameron, I know you can hear me right now: go fuck yourself.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait a minute 'Digger, what's that at the entranceway?!
Indeed, Jenson turns to see what all the commotion is. Smoke is coming out of the curtain, no one knows what the hell is going on. Suddenly...a small person comes out.
Gravedigger: Is...is that a Dwarf?
Jimmy Garcia: No, it looks more like a hobbit to me.
Gravedigger: Haha, very funny.
Jimmy Garcia: I'm serious, look at it's feet.
The hobbit and Andre lock eyes. In the middle of this intense staredown, six more dwarfs come out of the curtain. Jenson seems unphased by this, and without breaking eye contact, gives the small army the "come get some" handgesture. The dwarfs let out a war cry before charging down the ramp and into the ring! They began brawling with Jenson, who defends himself as best he can. However, the D20 was still in hiss hand, and after getting beat up a bit, Jenson tries to throw a punch, sending his die out of his hand and tumbling to the ground. Jenson puts up a valiant fight, but it soon becomes clear the numbers disadvantage is getting to him, as he succumbs to the multiple attacks and falls to one knee. The camera quickly goes to the D20, which is shown to have rolled a 4.
Jimmy Garcia: Wut.
With Jenson now at their height, the dwarfs start attacking his face, landing punch after punch, until finally Jenson completely drops to the canvas. The crowd is stunned silent as the dwarfs, satisfied with each other, give themselves high fives before dragging Jenson's body to the outside. They hoist his body onto their shoulders and begin to carry him to the back, before being stopped by a screaming Kyle Cameron.
Kyle Cameron: HOLD ON A MINUTE! WHERE'S THAT JENSON FUCK?!
Kyle, who is still blinded by the tape, is hopping from ringside to the ramp, his legs still bound together, and a large portion of the destroyed announce table on his back. The dwarfs look at the boy covered in ductape, and perhaps in an act of pity, drop Jenson's body down right in Cameron's path. Kyle continues hopping before tripping on Jenson's body. One of the dwarfs goes for the pin.
One.
Two.
Three.
…
Dead silence. From everyone.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your new champion, Kyle Cameron.
BOOS. BOOS EVERYWHERE. RAINING BOOS IN THE BUILDING. THE TALKING STICK RESORT ARENA HAS BECOME BOO CITY AS THE DWARF GRABS THE BELT FROM THE RING AND DROPS IT NEAR CAMERON'S BODY!
Gravedigger: FUCK THIS. FUCK ALL OF THIS. LEMME GET A PIECE OF THAT CAMERON MOTHERFUCKER...
Jimmy Garcia: No 'Digger! He's not worth it. HE'S NOT WORTH IT!
The band of dwarfs get Jenson's body from underneath Cameron and drag him behind the curtain and into the back, leaving Cameron's lifeless body alone on the ramp.
Jimmy Garcia: I don't know what just happened, and I don't think I ever will, but Andre Jenson, wherever you end up...please be safe.
Gravedigger: Let's cut to ads, I'm too angry to even say anything. Plus we need to get a new table here.
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:22:56 GMT -6
UCI Intercontinental Championship Wentworth Updegraff Jr. © vs Bonnie Blue
Taylor Lorde: The following match is schedule for one fall and is for the UCI Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, she is The Daughter of Time, Bonnie Blue!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue looks fired up tonight! As well all know, the tension between our champion and The Guardians has been massive!
Gravedigger: You can say that again.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue loo-
Gravedigger: Not literally, smartass.
Taylor Lorde: Her opponent, from Danbury, Connecticut, he is the UCI Intercontinental Champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
"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 UCI Intercontinental champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing both his physique and the IC title belt. 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 the title.
Hunter Updegraff: There it is baby! That Intercontinental title everybody been wantin'. Let me tell you a little somethin' about my boy's opponent tonight. She 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 hands the belt to the referee.
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth and Bonnie both just staring daggers into each other’s hearts right now!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: This one underway, but both competitors taking their sweet time as they eye up the competition. Then again, I’d probably have a staring problem if I was in the ring with Bonnie as well.
Jimmy Garcia: You’re a pig, you know that?
Gravedigger: Oink oink, Jimmy...oink oink..
Jimmy Garcia: Locking up here, really either person’s game I feel.
The crowd trades between cheers and boos as Wentworth trades blows with his Guardian nemesis.
Gravedigger: You know, when these two face off, they have to be thinking about the same person while doing so.
Jimmy Garcia: Jay Omega?
Gravedigger: Very good. Want a cookie, Jimmy?
Jimmy Garcia: Headlock takedown by Wentworth!
Bonnie pushes off of her back and twists around to her knees as Wentworth applies pressure around the midsection.
Gravedigger: Wentworth slamming Bonnie back to the mat here.
One!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth right back to applying pressure to Bonnie’s head!
Gravedigger: I know what I’d like to do with Bonnie’s head.
Jimmy Garcia: Why?..
Gravedigger: No, I mean-
Jimmy Garcia: No! I know what you mean!.....You just disgust me sometimes.
Bonnie pushes back to her feet once more, twisting the arm of Updegraff and pushing him off her.
Gravedigger: Wentworth off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: He bounds back!
Bonnie catches Wentworth on the rebound, leaping over, catching Wentworth by surprise as both turn around.
Gravedigger: Big enzuigiri by Bonnie there!
Wentworth stumbles back into the ropes before shooting forward at Bonnie.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge clothesline!
Gravedigger: That’ll have Bonnie seeing stars. Maybe later...Ms. Blue would like to join me and find a nice quiet patch of grass in the park where we can see stars together.
Jimmy Garcia: Digger! Match!
Jimmy sighs and shakes his head at his perverted colleague as Wentworth delivers a few stomps to Bonnie’s head before stepping back a bit and leaping into the air.
Gravedigger: Knee drop from Wentworth!
One!
KICKOUT!
Wentworth breathes heavily out of frustration in the early going as he climbs on top of Bonnie, laying into the Guardian with vicious punches and elbows.
Jimmy Garcia: Uh oh..this does not look good! Wentworth looks determined to hurt Bonnie in this one!
Gravedigger: I’m a Wentworth fan, but he better not bloody up my date!
Blood begins to trickle down Bonnie’s forehead as Wentworth continues to land strike after strike to the challenger.
Jimmy Garcia: Referee seperating them! Could this one be over for Bonnie?!
The ref motions Wentworth towards the corner before going to check on Bonnie. Bonnie rushes to her feet the best she can, making sure that the match continues.
Gravedigger: Looks like he’s gonna keep it going.
The ref swipes his hand downward as the two engage once more in a tie up.
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth again with the vicious punches to the skull, this time leaving Bonnie just barely standing on her feet!
Wentworth runs back before attempting to take Bonnie’s head off with an uppercut.
Gravedigger: Thesz Press from Bonnie!
Jimmy Garcia: And Bonnie laying into Wentworth now!
Bonnie screams out in frustration as she hacks away at Wentworth. After the champ shows wear from the onslaught, Bonnie pushes herself off of Updegraff and heads over to the ropes, quickly stepping out onto the apron.
Gravedigger: Sonic Screwdriver!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Wentworth with the knees!
Blood continues to drip as Bonnie coughs. Wentworth craddles the challenger as she gasps for air.
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: That could’ve been it right there!
Wentworth whips around to Bonnie’s side, applying the headlock once more as he drags her to her feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Sidewalk slam from Wentworth!
Gravedigger: Wentworth yanking her up once more, really going for the long haul with the punishment he wants to inflict here.
Wentworth drags a dazed Bonnie into a front grapple position with his hands locked around the waist.
Jimmy Garcia: Belly to belly attempt!
Gravedigger: Knee to the gut from Bonnie!
Bonnie gets on top of Wentworth’s back now, screaming out to a roar of applause as she flips forward.
Jimmy Garcia: Sunset flip powerbomb!
One!
Two!
NO!
Gravedigger: Just barely gets the shoulder up there! Bonnie almost just became our new Intercontinental Champion!
Both competitors crawl towards the ropes, getting up at relatively the same time as Bonnie stumbles into Wentworth.
Jimmy Garcia: He catches her!
Gravedigger: Ascot suplex!
Wentworth pushes to his feet once more, waiting for Bonnie to meet him on her feet as he yells out at the crowd to a chorus of boos.
Jimmy Garcia: Going for the check cutter!
Gravedigger: Bonnie with the dropkick though!
Bonnie steps through the ropes and back out onto the apron, leaping into the air.
Jimmy Garcia: SONIC SCREWDRIVER! SHE HITS IT!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: BONNIE HAS DONE IT! DOUBLE CHAMP! DOUBLE CHAMP!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and NEW UCI Intercontinental Champion, Bonnie Blue!
The arena pops loudly as Bonnie struggles to her feet, being handed both her tag team title and the newly won Intercontinental belt. She clutches them both against her chest before making her way to the top turnbuckle and sitting atop it with both belts held high.
Gravedigger: She’s done it! Bonnie survived that early attack from Wentworth that busted her open pretty badly too! We thought that was it, but Bonnie hung on and we have ourselves a double champion! |
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:24:42 GMT -6
Co-Main Event Tag Team Match Wade Moor/Dustin Beaver vs Andre Holmes/Jack Schlongson
Meltdown is cracking with intense matches in Phoenix, Arizona. The Talking Stick Resort Arena houses a sold out 18,422 fans. An amazing night has been prepared for the UCI fans in the building, and watching all around the world on Youtube Red. Now we cut down to the commentary team as Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia can’t get enough of the insane matches that happened earlier.
Jimmy Garcia: We cannot express the crazy moments, and insane matches earlier on the card. Celeste Mallory became the new UCI Rising Stars Champion, and Bonnie Blue won the Intercontinental Championship!
Gravedigger: Listen dipshit. UCI fuckin’ up. They lettin’ Bonnie Blue officially become a double reigning champion? Mandie Wheeler Television Champion too?
Jimmy Garcia: I thought you liked women being dominant.
Gravedigger: Well I uhh...anyhow! My boys #BeachKrew gon’ whip some new ass today. Andre Holmes, and Jack Schlongson gon’ die from they hands. A bunch of #fuccbois.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This is the co-main event of the evening, and it is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall!
A very well known guitar riff starts playing violently in the arena. The lights instantly shut off for grey video clips of Andre Holmes preparing backstage pops up on the titantron. “Relentless” by New Years Day is the first music playing, Andre Holmes comes out onto the Meltdown designed stage with that leather black hoodie covering his head.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Lights flickering, and dancing around to highlight multiple sections of the audience. Andre marches forward down the entrance path wearing his black, and red wrestling tights, boots. Black elbow pads, MMA Gloves, knee pads along with his signature right arm sleeve covering only his forearm with his last name printed in blood red.
Jimmy Garcia: If you’re watching UCI for the first time, get familiar with this man. He is Relentless for a reason, and that’s because he’s one of the most talented men on the roster who never fails to deliver his best, and come off of a win.
Gravedigger: Yet he ain’t no World Champ so don’t botha’.
Pausing in his march, he leans his head down. The lyrics, “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up…” , plays across the arena in silence. Andre bows himself before standing upright in that wolf howling pose until “Technicolor Shade” by YourEnigma cuts his big moment with the lights changing to multicolored lights flashing everywhere.
Gravedigger: AHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! REVERSE! REVERSE!
Jimmy Garcia: Jack. You’ve really done it now.
Andre spins ever so quick on his feet to see Jack Schlongson running out into a shitstorm of boo’s thrown in his presence. Ever so waving sarcastically, and blowing kisses to the audience of Phoenix. Dressed in his sky blue boots, rainbow colored wrist tapes, and long brightly colored wrestling tights with “J.C.S” printed on the back.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jack skips down to the ring smirking his face off; Andre on the other hand is furious his music was interrupted as he watches Jack pass by him like nothing. Instead, he marches down to the ring, and slides under the bottom rope to just stand up, and get ready in their corner while Jack parades around happy as fuck.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! The team of “Relentless” Andre Holmes, and Jack “The Crack” Schlongson!
Sat on top of the top rope, Andre watches Jack. Fists crumbling into a ball covered by his MMA gloves, and Jack goes near him but Andre threatens him to keep his distance. Jack only smiles, and pleads his demand but keeps poking that stick a little deeper. It wasn’t until he received a microphone, and banner that was covered came down for everyone to see with a string attached.
Jack Schlongson: Dearies, as I'm sure you know, later tonight, as the CO. MAIN. EVENT. I find myself paired with my Anbae Holmes against those mean ole' Beachboyz Dustin Beaver and Wade Moor, a dream come true really. But, before any of that can happen, there is a very important announcement that must take place.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Jack Schlongson: Andre told me not to tonight, but I was so excited to announce that there was no way I could have kept it a secret for much longer.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jack Schlongson: To be honest, there are very few moments like this, as its so rare one gets to make such a grand AND IMPORTANT announcement, but my little lovelies, you get to tell generations to come that you were here at this very moment when this announcement was made.
Jack walks over to a string hanging down from the banner, reaching up and grabbing it.
Jack Schlongson: For, not only will this mark a change in the tag team division, not only a change in wrestling, but in the world as a whole! I present to you the unveiling of...
Jack pulls the string, allowing the banner to unroll, revealing it to read "TEAM REKLESS".
Jack Schlongson: THE OFFICIAL NAME OF OUR TAG TEAM, TEAM REKLESS! Isn't it just fantastic? My idea, of course, since Dre-dre didn't want to participate in the creative process, but belong that he is a member of our little duo, he will get to share in all the glory as we rise through the ranks of the still growing tag-team division!
Andre remains seated on the top rope, flipping Jack off.
Jack Schlongson: Speak of the devil, there is my lovely partner now! Sorry, babe, but I couldn't keep it a secret much longer!
He’s absolutely livid, and ready to tear his head off.
Jack Schlongson: Now now, hun, lets not let the kids see us quarreling. Can't you just be happy that we're heading into our first together as a single unit?
Andre pushes Jack out of the way and begins to tear down the banner, ripping the fabric as fast as he can.
Jack Schlongson: Honey, be reasonable!
Gravedigger: OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I AM LOVING THIS! THIS IS SO FUCKIN’ FUNNY! AHHHHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
Jimmy Garcia: It’s going to be a miracle if Jack Schlongson can convince Andre Holmes to work together or even be on the same page. He’s not understanding that when you poke Andre more, and more, you only set him past your death. A good example is Erin Fausse.
The music has faded. Phoenix is chanting Andre’s name, probably doing their best ensuring that he’s okay while Jack is getting boo’d by the other half. He’s also trying to cheer him up but Andre isn’t budging as he continues sitting on the top turnbuckle fuckin’ angry as hell.
Crowd: LET’S GO ANDRE! SCREW YOU JACK! LET’S GO ANDRE! SCREW YOU JACK!
“21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson begins playing; Wade Moor comes out wearing his signature tank top, black chinos, charred gatorskin boot. Long brown hair in locks, and he walks alongside Beaver in his bright pink underwear, matte purple wristbands, elbow pads, and White Air Yeezy 3 sneakers.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Both Wade, and Dustin are marching down the ring together while their opponents are still not even talking to each other. #BeachKrew is looking well oiled, and fully operational to take on Andre Holmes with Jack Schlongson. Their faces show how confident as they march around the ring to interact with their new fan base at ringside.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents! The team of Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver! #BeachKrew!
Wade Moor along with Dustin Beaver are already set up in their corner. Going over their game plan as the music fades away. Dustin agrees to go first but Andre hops off from the top rope to the ring. Shoving Jack on the apron, wagging his index finger in his face to let him know he should stay there.
Jimmy Garcia: The odds are set in, and every bet is on #BeachKrew. Jack Schlongson, and Andre Holmes are well talented but the leading experience, and chemistry fall in the hands of #BeachKrew to get the upper hand.
Gravedigger: WAVEDIGGA IS BACK BOYS! TEACH THIS #FUCCBOIS HOW TO BE A TRUE TAG TEAM!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jack instantly slaps his hand on the shoulder of Andre; the referee calls the tag. Demanding Andre onto the apron while Jack enters into the ring to wave his hand. Assuring he’s got the match against Dustin Beaver but his supposed “team-mate” is shaking the ropes violently after throwing his hoodie to the ringside mat pissed off.
Gravedigger: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jack, and Dustin are circling the ring. Each legal competitive moving in their style, searching for angles to take advantage. They narrow the distance, and lock up in a traditional collar, and elbow tie up. A temporary stalemate until Beaver uses his heavier weight, and height to slowly but surely push his opponent’s back against the turnbuckles.
Crowd: BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER!
With his back against the turnbuckles, Jack raises his hands. This forces the referee to begin an official count to disqualify Beaver.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Beaver backs up with his hands raised. Jack shakes his head, and fixes his hair. Wade is on the outside of his corner edging Dustin to get back on the pace while Andre is still fussin’, and fuming at Jack for ruining his moment.
Gravedigger: Aye folks. Dis’ is whatchu’ call the feelin’ out process. Just easing your opponent to get into their head, and psychologically tear them down. Exactly Dustin is doing to let him know that he a #Fuccboi!
Jimmy Garcia: Watch carefully as their partners react. Wade is doing his best to get Dustin to keep on Jack while Andre wants to destroy Jack himself. If Andre, and Jack want to win, they need to be focused on the same page.
Once again, they return back to moving around the ring. Finally closing the distance with another lock up but Dustin takes his opponent’s right arm, and wrenches it over his head to hold in that Top Wrist Lock position. Jack bends down in a submissive stance but shakes his head to the referee; denying to give in.
Crowd: BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER!
Jack moves his left arm to underhook Beaver’s arm. Swerving out of the Top Wrist Lock to his backside with his right arm in place to uphold the Hammerlock. Dustin struggles for a few moments but then overpowers his opponents to pull his head down in a tightened Side Headlock. He quickly sweeps his leg, and Judo Throws Jack down on his back with the Side Headlock still in play.
Jimmy Garcia: Dustin Beaver took Jack Schlongson down into the canvas with a beautiful Judo Throw, and transitioned into that Side Headlock. Shades of Ronda Rousey against Alexis Davis!
Reeling his legs around his throat, Jack pulls his opponent into a temporary Scissors Choke. Cutting off the air supply in his body until Dustin switches his body over to his stomach, and uses his arms to pry his legs off. Both men quickly get up until Jack kicks him hard in the ribcage. Holding onto his arm then launches him into the ropes; off the return, he gets floored down to the canvas from a Shoulder Barge.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Beaver runs to the ropes at the side, and rebounds back to Jack. His opponent switches over onto his chest in an attempt to trip him but Dustin hops over his back. Another spring off the ropes, he goes under the leapfrog then returns again to get knocked into the mat by Jack with a quick Dropkick.
Gravedigger: Lucky Dropkick from the #Fuccboi. Beaver received worse so that don’t mean shit in this world. Gotta do much more than that to beat the legendary #BeachKrew!
Jimmy Garcia: Did you see the height of that Dropkick? Jack Schlongson is very athletic, and agile. The only styles that are different in this match is Wade Moor with his Powerhouse Brawling, and Andre Holmes with his MMA Influence. Interesting to see how Beaver, and Jack will outwrestle each other.
Jack quickly drops on top of Beaver’s chest, and hooks the leg for the pin attempt.
One!
A kick-out before the hand can even touch the mat twice. Jack quickly backs up to drag Dustin by the leg back into his team’s corner, and Andre slaps his hand on Schlongon’s back to get the official tag. Entering into the ring, Jack tries to set him up for a double suplex attempt but Andre quickly Roundhouse Kicks Beaver in the chest, and tells Jack to get his ass back on the apron.
Gravedigger: JESUS CHRIST! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I LOVE THIS! THESE TWO CAN’T WORK TOGETHER FOR SHIT! GOD DAMN! I’M GONNA’ DIE LAUGHING TONIGHT!
Andre starts firing rounds of Roundhouse Kicks into Beaver’s chest. Over, and over Dustin is suffering back steps from the impact of machine gun Roundhouse kicks then bent over after being kicked in the ribs from a Back Spinning Kick. Utilizing his Muay Thai background in MMA, he quickly soccer kicks Dustin’s shoulder to stand him upright before putting him down with an Enzuigiri Kick!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Beaver collapses onto the mat face first, and gets rolled over quickly by Andre Holmes who lies on top of his chest to hook the leg up for his first pin attempt of the match!
One!
Tw-
Dustin kicks out yet again. Andre gets up but helps Dustin back up again to wrap his hands around the neck. Ripping his ribs apart with multiple knees in that Muay Thai clinch. He quickly launches Dustin into the ropes, and off the rebound, knocks him down with a strong clothesline slinging across his chest. Beaver collapses to the canvas, and Andre runs to the ropes behind him only for Jack to tag himself in.
Gravedigger: PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jimmy Garcia: This cannot keep happening. Wait. Beaver is crawling over to Wade Moor while Andre tags Jack shoulder to keep himself in the match. Andre, turn around!
Wade Moor is now the legal competitor in the ring, and he charges to body splash Andre from behind. Throwing his momentum into his opponent’s to knock Jack off the apron, and down to ringside. Wade continues the assault by stomping down onto Andre’s body on the mat then goes to his level to pummel his body using multiple forearm, and elbow shots.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre is trying to cover up but Wade picks him up. He uppercuts his chin with his forearm a few times before running across the ring, and launching him into the turnbuckles. Andre’s back collides against them until getting squished like a bug from a running Avalanche from Wade. Body slumming down to his ass; Wade follows up by continuously pressing his right foot down on his throat.
Jimmy Garcia: Wade Moor used the opportunity to get the upper hand during Andre’s rage getting the better of him. Knocking Jack off the apron, and even putting him down in the corner with a sick Avalanche. Now he’s choking him out. The referee starting the count!
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
The foot is released, and Andre leans back coughing out loud. Covering his throat but he’s dragged out from the corner by his ankles, and then lifted back to his feet. Wade scoops his opponent off the mat then slams his back down in the centre of the ring; following it up by running to the ropes then rebounding away to leap over Andre, and Senton his back into his ribs.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: KILL DAT’ MIDGET #FUCCBOI WADE!
Beaver is clapping in his corner, Jack manages to get back up upset that Andre still refuses to work with him. Wade leans back to hook his right leg up again, and pin his shoulders down on the canvas.
One!
Two!
Andre kicks out. Wade sits up smirking, and then continues his work. Helping Andre up only to make him jump off his feet by delivering that right knee into his ribs. He overhooks the right arm around his neck then hoists him up in the air to drop his back with a Vertical Suplex. Wade floats over to hook his leg again.
One!
Two!
Wade decides to switch up his offense. A sharp elbow is pointed on the back of Andre’s head, and he sits down on his opponent’s back to apply the Camel Clutch. That huge weight all pinned on his back bent upwards. Andre is yelling out in pain, shaking his head, refusing and denying to give into the submission as Jack opens his hand out to try, and get the tag.
Gravedigger: Yeah! Tapout BOYO!
Jimmy Garcia: Camel Clutch applied in the center of the ring! Andre Holmes has nowhere to go, and now we’re coming down to see if he can hang on to survive.
No giving up, and damn sure no giving in. Andre refuses to tapout until Wade releases the submission hold to take a cheap charge into Jack, and knock him off the apron again. However, Wade makes one mistake. Miscalculating the resiliency of his opponent that Andre quickly gets up, and knocks his opponent almost unconscious with a Tornado Kick right into his temple.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Both men are now down on the canvas. Jack, and Dustin are being fired up. Moving around, getting their partners to push out everything they can. Surprisingly, Wade is the first to make the tag but when Andre comes near, he sees who his partner really is, and growls in anger. Getting up on his feet, and turns his back to Jack to face a fresh Beaver.
Jimmy Garcia: Woooow. He’s really not on set with working with Jack.
Andre suffers multiple forearms into his face but eventually fights back with elbow shots. He delivers a big one then runs to the ropes-- nope. Dustin holds onto his tights then pulls him back to lift him off the mat, and drop him with a Back Suplex. The impact leaves Holmes rolling over onto his hands, and knees; Dustin quickly exits to the apron to climb up onto the top rope.
Gravedigger: Oh hell yeah! Flying Beava! Here comes the Flying Beava!
Standing upright, Dustin leaps forward off the top rope to Missile Dropkick Andre down to the back of his head. He rolls over from the momentum until Beaver pulls him back to his original position for the pin attempt to be made.
One!
Two!
Andre kicks out barely, lifting his right shoulder just in case the referee misses the kick out. Beaver sits up slapping his hands on the canvas in frustration. He couldn’t believe Andre kicked out from the Missile Dropkick but decides to repeat the same action.
Jimmy Garcia: A Missile Dropkick, Camel Clutch, Back Suplex. Three moves in a row, and yet Andre still has the energy to stay in this match. Appreciate the resiliency, and toughness of this talented wrestler!
Gravedigger: Yeah but all that gonna change cause my boy Beava’ bout to end it with the The Bass Drop. AYE JACK! THE HELL YOU DOIN’?!
Dustin is already positioned on the top rope but Jack rushes over to slip his right leg allowing him to be crotched on the bottom rope. Wade Moor is still out on the apron but is only waking up now. Andre rolls onto his chest, and sees and opportunity. He fights against the pain; building himself up to climb off the mat, and stand up on the middle rope.
Gravedigger: What is Andre doin’?
Positioning him in this grappling game, Andre holds him a suplex position. Lifting him from over the top rope, and then both men fall down to their doom on the canvas. Upon impact, Holmes rolls over to put Dustin back in that suplex starting position. Lifting him vertically up in the air before snapping down to Brainbuster him on the back of his head.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: Superplex into a Brainbuster! How the hell is Andre Holmes even still alive?! He just nailed Dustin Beaver with a Superplex into a Brainbuster!
Gravedigger: THANKS TO THAT FAGGOT #FUCCBOI JACK SCHLONGSON!
Wade Moor, and Jack Schlongson are both ready. Andre Holmes starts crawling slowly to his corner, Beaver only managing to drag himself by. Slowly the two are making it but Andre hesitates. Should he do it? He takes one giant leap, and finally tags in Jack voluntarily. Wade Moor gets the tag but storms into the ring only to receive a Springboard Crossbody!
Jimmy Garcia: HE ACTUALLY TAGGED HIM IN! JACK GETTING INTO THE RING BY SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY, AND WADE IS DOWN!
Both men manage to get up almost at the same time. Jack is livid with forearms into his skull then firing multiple kicks into his ribs. When he’s bent, he runs back to the ropes to leap onto the middle rope, and springboard back to Front Flip Senton himself onto Wade’s body. Rolling to his feet, he charges forward to Suicide Dive himself through the ropes straight into Dustin on the outside.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Gravedigger: Come on #BeachKrew! Don’t let this Fuccboi ruin everything you’re trying to build in this company. Don’t let him ruin IT!
Quickly getting back on the apron, he climbs up all the way to the top turnbuckle. Perched in balance, ushering Wade to get up. As soon as he’s back on his feet, Schlongson leaps over to try, and Hurricarana him to the mat but his opponent uses his strength to lift him back up to that Powerbomb stance, and sit down on the mat to Sit-Out Powerbomb him!
Gravedigger: YES! YES! YES!
Jimmy Garcia: Wade with a brutal Sit-Out Powerbomb! The impact was so heavy, and landed right down on the back of his head! Nobody saw that coming at all! Here’s the pin!
One!
Two!
Thr-
Out of nowhere, Jack quickly leans up to lock his legs around Wade’s neck; pulling his right arm in to lock in the Triangle Choke. Leaning back down on the canvas for more torque, and also pulling the head deeper against the thigh to cut off the oxygen supply. The crowd is in complete awe of that twist.
Jimmy Garcia: The TWINK LOCK! The Triangle Choke signature! It’s completely locked in in the center of the ring with the leg holding his neck in place.
Wade is struggling to fight out of it but switches on his knees. He stands up on his feet to deadlift him off the mat to his shoulders then Powerbomb him down again. Somehow, Jack continues to reposition himself to add more pressure into the Triangle Choke.
Gravedigger: STERIOD TAKING FUCCBOI!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Wade tries once again to lift him up but can only reach halfway to his height. Luckily for him, his partner, Beaver, slides into the ring. He gets up, and spins around on the spot to deliver a whopping blow into the temple to break the submission. Both Wade and Jack are down but Beaver turns around to be lifted across Andre’s shoulders. Held until flipping over his head with his neck crashing against his right knee!
Crowd; OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: HOLMES ON THE RANGE! The Death Valley Driver onto the Knee! This is freakin’ amazing!
Andre takes it upon himself to drag Wade into his team’s designated corner then pulls Jack. Going onto the apron to slap his shoulder, and then rush into the ring to the other corner while Wade can barely stand. He charges across the entire room to Yakuza Kick his chin out of nowhere; leaving his body slummed from standing down to his back.
Gravedigger: YAKUZA KICK!
Jimmy Garcia: ARE WE GOING TO SEE THE PHOENIX SPLASH?!?!
Climbing right up to the top rope, Jack stands on his knees to tap his ankle for another tag attempt. Andre stands up tall on the top rope with his back facing Wade. Leaping backwards to corkscrew into a 450 flip, and planting his body weight across Wade’s gut with the Phoenix Splash.
Jimmy Garcia: DEADLINE TRAP! PHOENIX SPLASH!
Gravedigger: BUT HE AIN’T THE LEGAL MAN DOE! JACK IS!
The referee tells Andre he isn’t the legal man but he doesn’t understand how. Jack already stands up on the top rope. Leaping forward to flip forward into a 450 degree spin; dropping his elbow into the chest of Wade when Andre moves out of the way just in time.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: AHEGAO DROP! HE’S GOT IT! HE’S GOT IT! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jack Schlongson gets off Wade Moor by the referee. Andre sits down in the corner shocked, and utterly insulted that he was tagged out when he had the pin.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Jack Schlongson and Andre Holmes!
Andre quickly gets up furious but Jack is gesturing that they are a team. However, his so called “partner” doesn’t see it that thus shoving him aside to leave the ring. Walking forward up the ramp with his head shook while Jack is shrugging his shoulders.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack Schlongson got the victory pin attempt for his team but was it worth at the expense of pissing Andre Holmes off even more? Some say yes, others say no. We’ll follow this up on Overload hopefully.
Gravedigger: ….#BeachKrew4lyfe.
The celebration dwindles down as Dustin Beaver checks on Wade in the corner. Dustin pulls Wade to his feet and claps his shoulder. Wade shakes his head, covering his face as Dustin assures him everything is all right. The crowd cheers the two on as they make their way out of the ring, Dustin moving towards the ropes first as Wade moves in behind him...but he stops before he gets to the ropes. The expression on his face goes blank as his thousand yard stare kicks in. Dustin stops and looks...just as Wade belts him in the hard with a hard right hand. Dustin goes limp on the ropes as the crowd gasps in shock.
Jimmy Garcia: ...
Gravedigger: Uh oh...
Wade throws Dustin to the floor and begins plowing him with lefts and rights, a pale blue glow deep in his iris. He pulls a stunned Dustin to his feet and drops him with an Unleash The Leviathan. Dustin hits the mat and crumples as Wade gets to his feet, the crowd blaring towards the center of the arena with a bevy of boos and jeers. Wade drops back down to his knees, throwing his arms out to the side as the crowd starts pelting the ring with their trash.
Jimmy Garcia: ...I don't...I have no idea what to say.
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Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 30, 2016 3:27:09 GMT -6
Main Event UCI World Heavyweight Championship Howard Black © vs Alex Richards
Everything you have known officially doesn’t matter until now. Two weeks wasn’t enough time to hold such a lifetime of hate, and animosity put together between the contender, Alex Richards, and World Heavyweight Champion, Howard Black. Phoenix, Arizona is graced to be the location hosting what could be the match of the year but now it’s time to put up or shut up. The camera’s roll, Gravedigger and Jimmy Garcia are pumped!
Jimmy Garcia: It is finally time for the main event of the evening! Alex Richards of the Guardians will finally have his shot against the undefeated UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Howard Black!
Gravedigger: Oh yeah! My boy Howie gon’ bust up another Guardian! There’s absolutely no chance in hell he gon’ lose the belt to the Power Ranger squad in UCI.
Jimmy Garcia: Everything was blown out of proportion last week on Overload when a brawl broke out for their scheduled main event. It ended with Howard laying Alex through this very announce table so retribution, and revenge are damn sure in effect!
Gravedigger: ENOUGH TALKING! LET’S GO! COME ON! I GOT POPCORN, LUBE, AND CONDOMS FOR THIS SHIT!
The lights slowly dim for a small moment when the chill, and eerie inducing tone of a smooth guitar solo plays gently around the arena of 18,500 fans. “I’m Not Like Everybody Else” by The Kinks officially begins. Alex Richards walks out carrying his bag that contains what no one knows except him; embraced, and loved by the fans who cheer him as he stands alone on the stage.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Walking down to the ring; taking a stroll down the entrance path. He raises his can before busting it open on his hand to chug it then spit it out in the air. The fans pumped up for their bald headed giant to capture the UCI World Heavyweight Championship away from Howard Black.
Jimmy Garcia: From the beginning of UCI, Alex Richards wanted to become UCI World Heavyweight Champion. This amazing talented wrestler has defeated the very best, and now has reached his ultimate dream.
Gravedigger: Look. I don’t take anything away from Alex but the dude does not have it in him to beat the main guy! The top doge! Alex Richards will fail the Guardians once again!
Moving around the ring to receive a welcomed, and supportive gesture from the fans at ringside. Dressed in black jeans, his signature orange t-shirt with slogan of ZIM-QUILLA printed! He truly is well dressed but that black, and red tie is not for show; it’s a message. New World Champion!
Gravedigger: You really think this boy is gonna beat Howard?
Jimmy Garcia: He defeated the very best to reach it here in the main event of UCI Meltdown. Anything can happen but there is a STRONG possibility that after four months of working hard. Being bounced back, and forth. He needs this title more than ever!
Alex is in the center of the ring, stood in front of the ropes. Powering that doctor’s bag high in the air; the audience, and fans around the world supporting the Guardian. Once the music fades, their cheers are tremendously loud as if the voice of God was speaking into his own ears.
Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX! NEW WORLD CHAMP! LET’S GO ALEX! NEW WORLD CHAMP!
Back, and forth as he paced. Doctors bag left abandoned in his designed corner. His eyes did not remove themselves from the entrance nor the stage itself. Alex was determined to become the World Champion but vengeance of that humiliating, and embarrassing suffered by the hands of his opponents could be redeemed tonight.
Gravedigger: Alex may be the one to beat Howard but you cannot face off against God thinkin’ that the devil will shield you. Howard Black is the MAN! THE GOD! THE UCI WORLD CHAMPION! THE LOST BOY!
Jimmy Garcia: Grave. Look at his face. He hasn’t taken his eyes off the stage; hell he hasn’t even blinked. Whatever is going through the mind of Alex Richards, it’s revenge for everything Howard has done to him but now it’s personal. This is...IT!
Finally standing still. The Guardian who reigns taller than any man is now living the moment of a lifetime as his tall frame is being reduced to an average human in the face of nervousness, and fear. A lot was riding on this match. His hopes, his dreams. Everything came down to this. It was either put or shut up. Zim-Quilla or not. Alex was ready.
Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Slowly, the lights in the arena completely dim until darkness acts as a blanket to cover everything. “Lost Boys” by Death Grips fades in. Waves of thundering boo’s; unwavering hatred pushed to one spot. Howard Black’s body envisioned in heavenly light; a spotlight emerging to reveal him with the UCI World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Eyes locked with Alex’s. His short brown shaggy hair rustling in the breeze; dressed accordingly in his black tights, black wrestling boots with white kick pads, and white knee pads. To complete the intimidating look of the World Champion, Howard wears his black elbow pads, and has his left hand, and fingers taped with only his right wrist and fingers taped.
Gravedigger: Now this ladies, and gentlemen. You have myths, you have legends, you have prophecies. All of those are made up stories but this right here is the real deal. What you see is whatchu’ get. The true God of this World. UCI World Heavyweight Champion.
Jimmy Garcia: He defeated the inaugural champion, Crow McMorris, and then went on to become a dominating force in this industry. Defeating the very likes of Shadowlove, Andre Holmes, Andre Jenson, Crow McMorris, the list goes on. We may be looking at the greatest UCI Wrestler of all time.
Howard slowly walks down the entrance path, tuning out everything except Alex Richards who is standing in the ring not even moving. Both men so passionately ready to tear each other apart. Neither letting off their glare even with Howard slowly pacing around the ring for that pre-match jitter to wear off.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
He slowly climbs up the steel steps then proceeds to the apron. Each step rising to the middle rope; sky camera moving over head for the beautiful view of Howard unhooking the belt around his waist. Raising it high in his right hand, and watching Alex fold in the corner warming up for the match. Now with the lights returned to normal, and both competitors in their corners. Time for introductions.
Gravedigger: Oh yeah! LET’S DO THIS!
Each corner opposing the other has a spotlight both highlighting Alex Richards, and Howard Black. Everywhere else is silent, and dark. Taylor Lorde stands in the center with a smile on her face; microphone held tightly under his chin; referee standing behind her as he receives the UCI World Title.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is our main event of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quilla! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 345 pounds! He is “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” Alex Richards!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ALEX RICHARDS! ALEX RICHARDS! ALEX RICHARDS!
No change on his face; no demeanour. Nothing. Alex is in his corner prepared for what could be the greatest match in his professional wrestling career. Taylor gets the cue from production, and continues on with the introductions.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Lincoln, Nevada! At five feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED, UCI HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! THE UNDEFEATED! “THE LOST BOY” HOOOOOOOWWWWAAAAARRRRRDDDDDDDDD BLLAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
All lights return bright. Everything, and everyone can be seen as the referee shows the UCI World Heavyweight Championship belt. It’s coveted glorious design shown to camera then politely handed to the ringside crew. Both men prepared, and ready. There is no time to waste. Signal for the bell!
Ding Ding Ding!
Howard Black, and Alex Richards quickly explode in a lightning fast sprint across the ring. Clashing into one another but unloading bombs; forearms, elbows, closed fists. Although Alex is the giant, Howard David’s sling is well loaded to fight. They continue brawling all over the ring, and on the mat so bad that the referee has no idea what to do.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Jimmy Garcia: THEY ARE GOING AT IT LIKE A FUCKIN’ BRAWL! NO FEELING OUT PROCESS! NO TECHNICAL GRAPPLING! YOU WANTED A FIGHT, HERE YOU GO!
Gravedigger: COME ON HOWARD, BEAT THIS LITTLE GIANT SHIT TO THE GROUND!
They continue to brawl n’ sprawl till’ their bodies can’t give or take no more. Doing their absolute best to get the better of each other until the chaos spills from the ring to ringside. Unfortunately, the referee is too concerned for their well being. Only reasonable choice is to follow them as they continue brawling against the barricades, and aprons.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Gravedigger: OF COURSE, THIS IS AWESOME! I GOT POPCORN, CONDOMS, AND LUBE!
Alex finally breaks the mantra of pure brawling by grappling his hands around Howard’s head. Charging with his body weight before personifying it as a battering ram to collide his back against the steel steps. The sheer momentum forces a crash of steel against the barricade; Howard sits there cringing, gritting his teeth with early wrinkles breaking in from sheer pain.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
He takes up his body weight, and wildly tosses him into the ring. Following after, Alex doesn’t want to secure any pins; savoring that sadistic beatdown he has in mind. The sanctuary of the corner is too late; Alex holds Howard to bash his exposed chest with a flurry of machine fired knife edge chops. Back, and forth his body rocks like he just go tasered.
Jimmy Garcia: The steel steps had to be stacked together by our own ringside crew as Alex nearly broke Howard in half with it. Do not underestimate the power, speed, and technicality by the contender who is finally reaching deep to be fuckin’ sadistic!
Gravedigger: He should have been disqualified! Already cheating to get an advantage into this match! What a fuckin’ disgrace. Arrest this man for attempted murder- NO! VOLUNTARY MANSLAUGHTER!
Alex finishes his flurry with a throat thrust, chopping his right hand deep into the thorax. Howard leans forward almost choking on his breath until large hands wrap around his neck. Quickly finding himself flipping over the center of the ring to crash into the mat; ragdolling around like a cheap gift being bought from the store.
Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Howard tries to back off but Alex quickly rushes forward, and collapses his right knee against the temple of the World Champion. The audience is silenced in awe, watching The Lost Boy fall onto his face. Unresponsive, and barely moving; eyes flowing out of control until Alex goes for the first pin attempt.
One!
Two!
A quick kick out the moment the referee’s hand is raised. Alex quickly pulls himself along with his opponent back up to deliver a sharp knife edge chop into his chest again. Quickly taking off into the ropes then rebounding with added speed to flip the World Champion inside out using his right arm. A very powerful Short Arm Lariat that drops him on his head.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Alex halts at the ropes, both hands latched around the top rope. Leaning forward with his face almost shivering from the blood rushing around that adrenaline boost. Howard quickly rolls out of the ring to preserve some energy, and cover some distance. He’s taking quite a beating but what can you expect when you provoke a fuckin’ monster of ZIM-QUILLA?!
Gravedigger: THIS IS BULLSHIT! ABSOLUTE COMPLETE BULLSHIT! ENOUGH! CALL THIS MATCH OFF! HE CHEATED AT THE START OF THIS MATCH!
Referee checks on the condition but has to begin the count. Alex quickly leaves the ring to follow after Howard nearly getting up at ring post.
One!
Two!
Taking no bets, he charges to unleash another lariat but the World Champion played his trap well. Alex’s right arm slams against the steel structure leaving him dropped to his knees. Pain coursing as his right arm still leans against the post, and Howard capitalizes by leaping forward to Dropkick that arm; nearly crushing it into pieces.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Three!
Four!
Jimmy Garcia: He took a chance but Howard played possum all along! Luring his opponent to make one mistake based off his emotional breakdown. Alex just slammed his arm against the ringpost, and Howard dropkicked that right arm wrapped around the steel post!
Gravedigger: I told ya’ll he was back! Ya’ll was sleepin’ on the G.O.A.T!
Five!
Six!
Howard quickly shoves his opponent’s larger weight, and size into the ring. Following in afterwards to crawl on top of him; blasting his head down with elbows, and hammerfist to his temple. Now that right arm is a target, spreading his arm out to drive his knee down on the joint continuously. Alex’s free arm, and legs flailing, kicking as a reaction to the pain.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
With his right arm under trouble, why not use it to your advantage? He drags him to the bottom rope with the same arm, and wraps it around the rope. Pulling on the wrist as Alex tries to grab his face but Howard keeps arching his body back to nearly tear his right arm out of his socket. The referee is forced to count due to the rules of the ropes.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
He backs off with his hand raised; finally giving into the referee’s calls. Yeah right, The World Champ just needed a few steps to get a wicked soccer kick into the elbow. Alex rolls away from the ropes frantically having seizure from the nerve ending kick. Lying in the center of the ring in a feeble position while Howard all but laughs.
Jimmy Garcia: Look at that sadistic grin, and smile he has on his face. Howard Black is enjoying this. The World Champion is taking pride in beating down a human being without any shame or regret!
Howard spits to the side, and rubs his back that still stings. He walks over to Alex with a pinch of swagger in his walk. Quickly taking that right arm to stand him up on his knees; stretching it out to kick Alex in the chest over, and over. The kicks nearly topple him over, he doesn’t let up until Alex is almost falling out of hope.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
If that wasn’t enough, Howard kept moving on to apply the Muay Thai Clinch. Breaking the end of his knees constantly into the chin of Alex. Barely keeping up to even stand on his knees until releasing the right arm to step back. The World Champ spins around to deliver his final kick into the temple...but Alex catches the right leg.
Gravedigger: HE CAUGHT THE LEG?! HOW? IMPOSSIBLE! LIFE HACK BY GUARDIANS!
Jimmy Garcia: Alex has that look in his eye! We know that look, and it’s the look of an insane man reaching deep to find the courage, and passion to keep fighting no matter what!
Alex spins him around but Howard uses that spinning momentum to nail a Rolling Elbow deep into the chin of his opponent. Alex is a little wobbly, and unstable; the World Champion uses the time to run back into the ropes. Rebounding down into his opponent but falls short on the receiving end as he suffers a T-Bone Suplex putting him down on the mat.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: T-Bone Suplex! Howard Black just got his back reimbursed into the pain bank!
So did Alex. The toll on his right arm is really adding up. Sitting up to hold onto it tightly but also securing the pin attempt to try, and end the match early.
One!
Tw-
He kicks out yet again. Alex needs to finish this, and save his arm from almost getting useless. Already back on his feet, Howard is forced up then bent over with a knee into his ribs. Alex manages to launch Howard into the corner where his back pressed against the turnbuckles; charging into him but receiving two knees into his chin to push him back.
Gravedigger: Phew, that was close! For sure I thought Alex was gonna try, and squash him. Alright! Get on the top rope, and Howard just does that by sitting on it waiting for Alex-
Too late. Alex repeats the same action to deliver his elbow deep into the head. His opponent collapses off the top rope to the apron; lying there like a rotting carcass. Crowds around the world tuning in to see how deep, and crazy this match will get, but Alex follows him on the apron to continue the assault.
Jimmy Garcia: Howard got elbowed in the face, and now both men are on the apron. Man. That right arm needs to be checked on along with Howard’s back. Two targeted areas but either man can’t continue receiving.
Howard can barely hang on to the ropes; wobbly legs with Alex too. He suffers a kick into the ribs, the grip on the ropes weakening. Alex kicks him again, and then tries to for a suplex.
Gravedigger: NO NO NO NO NO!
Suddenly, Howard removes himself from that position. Leaping sideways with the aid of the top rope to Enzuigiri Kick Alex in his temple. Thus, he quickly uses that targeted right arm to wrench it over his head, bring Alex’s head into his pit than Single Arm DDT Alex’s head right on the apron edge with a loud thud echoing around the world!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: GAWD DAYUM! HE FUCKED HIM UP WORSE THAN I THOUGHT!
Jimmy Garcia: A SINGLE-ARM DDT VARIATION; SPIKING ALEX RICHARDS ON THE HEAD ON THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING! OH MY GOD!
One!
Two!
Howard lies down on the apron to gather some strength, and energy. However, Alex is sitting by the steel steps that reveals a small gash on the top of his head oozing blood a little. He is very dazed, and his vision blurry; signs of falling into a knocked out or worse unconscious state. Trickling down his cheek, some of the medical staff at ringside quickly come to his aid.
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Jimmy Garcia: I’m sorry for everyone who is watching but our medical staff may have to call this match off. Alex Richards has been busted wide open, right arm nearly torn from the socket, and he could be unable to compete entirely.
Seven!
Howard doesn’t give one fuck. He leaves the ring for the count-out to be restarted. Violently grasping his hands around Alex’s head to drag him on top of the announce table. Jimmy Garcia, and Gravedigger quickly get away from the chaos, Howard continues to elbow the shit out of his head. Letting his body rest on top of the announce table.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
One!
Since the champion is the first one up, he is relishing in the beatdown of Alex. Standing tall over him while his blood drips among the table; Alex is trying to get up but quickly springs to dig grapple his hands around his neck. Nearly choking Howard who is losing breath by the mere second until elbowing his right arm again.
Gravedigger: They are fighting on top of our announce table. Be careful guys, one wrong move, and it could collapse from the bottom up!
Once bent down, Howard sits on his back. Wrapping his arms around his waist then throws his body forward to Sunset Flip Alex into a Yoshi Tonic. Both of their bodies powers through the announce table; smashing it into complete pieces as the crowd goes completely wild, and off their feet. Either competitor is really feeling the effect but damn, their bodies are going through too much right now.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Two!
Three!
Gravedigger: MY FUCKIN’ GOD! MY FUCKIN’ GOD! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! MY FUCKIN’ CONDOMS! ARE YOU SERIOUS GUYS?!
Jimmy Garcia: HOWARD BLACK JUST YOSHI TONIC’D ALEX RICHARDS THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE! NOW!
Four!
Five!
Howard is the first one to actually get feeling in his body. Barely crawling across the ruckus to the ringside mat. Placing his hands on the apron edge before pulling himself in by rolling under the bottom rope. Alex however is still unresponsive.
Six!
Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Seven!
Alex is just finding his strength. Pulling himself closer to the ring with only his left arm; dragging himself by any means necessary. He’s so close to the ring, finger tips away. Sweat, and blood pouring down against his face.
Eight!
Jimmy Garcia: ALMOST THERE! SO CLOSE!
Nine!
Alex quickly grabs the apron, and rolls himself inside.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: He-he made it…
Howard stands on his knees in shock; watching the demon haunting his dreams still alive. He backs up to the ropes, and barely gets up. Wondering what the hell will it take to defeat Alex. Each step is slow, mouthing off to keep his morale low but Alex slams his fist on the mat. Standing on his knees to scream at his opponent.
Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
A Roundhouse Kick into the chest does nothing. Another roundhouse kick doesn’t do anything again. Multiple kicks are fired but all Alex does is scream, and get back up. Finally swiping the other one away to Shoulder Barge Howard to the mat. Off the impact, Howard gets back up to get barged again. He tried for a third time's a charm but Alex quickly used his weight to barge him again.
Jimmy Garcia: Alex Richards is actually going wild! None of the old kicks is working, Alex has finally snapped!
Tossed into the corner, Howard rests against the turnbuckles. Alex charges across the ring in an attempt to squash him but his opponent slips under his right arm. Howard thought he was lucky until he found himself hugged from behind to get German Suplexes back first into the turnbuckles!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: German Suplex right into the turnbuckles! HOLY SHIT!
He walks forward out of exhaustion only to be scooped right across the shoulders. A traditional Fireman’s Carry until waking up to constantly back elbow Richards in the side of face; weakening the hold to slip off at the side. Out of nowhere, Howard throws an overhand right that clubs down the temple of his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: MOLLYWHOP! THE MOLLYWHOP! IT’S REALLY HAPPENING! WE COULD HAVE A NEW UCI WORLD CHAMPION!
Gravedigger: YES! YES! YES! MY PREDICTIONS WERE RIGHT!
Howard runs forward into the ropes to rebounds. Alex awakens to grasp his hands around the throat of his opponent; lifting him upwards until falling back to plant his face on the canvas before rolling on his side. Locking his left arm in between his legs, clapping his hands under his chin to apply the Crossface submission.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Gravedigger: ZIM-QUILLA HANGOVER INTO THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! HOWARD, GET TO THE ROPES MAN! YOU’RE ONLY HOPE!
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! WE COULD HAVE A NEW UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THIS COULD BE IT RIGHT HERE! WILL HOWARD BLACK TAP OUT?!
Alex leans back; Howard is stretching his hand out to the ropes near him. It’s too far away so his options are decreasing second by second. Using his own strength, he starts dragging their combined weight near the bottom rope. After a few more tries, he goes to outstretch his hand out yet again. He’s so close but manages to break the submission by grabbing the bottom rope.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Both men are officially down on the canvas. Alex, and Howard are really down on their luck. Everything they have thrown so far has been useless. So the first one up is Alex who is slowly but surely dragging Howard into the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Never ever question the resiliency of Howard Black. Do not question the heart of Alex Richards. They have each tried so hard but will not fall.
Alex shuffles his opponent on the top rope. Shifting his legs to be inside while he climbs to the middle rope. Delivering and easy elbow to perfectly hold him across his shoulders. However, something in Howard clicks. He quickly gets off his shoulders to the apron; Springboard on the top rope for that extra spring to knee Alex off the top rope to the mat!
Gravedigger: SEVENTH SEAL! SEVENTH SEAL! COME ON YOU MOTHERFUCKER! DO IT HOWIE!
Once Alex hits the mat, Howard quickly launches across his chest to wrap his arms around the right arm. Torquing it while kicking his body under Alex to officially lock in the Kimura Lock!
Jimmy Garcia: IT’S LOCKED IN! IT’S LOCKED IN! THE KIMURA LOCK! THE KIMURA LOCK! ALEX RICHARDS IS GOING TO TAP OUT!
Howard is pushing that arm nearly out of the socket. Alex is stuck in the center of the ring yelling at the top of his lungs. Blood slowly leaking onto his opponent’s chest but Howard is doing the best he can. Phoenix on it’s feet begging Alex to keep holding strong.
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
What can he do? Alex is nearly going to be a one armed man but he slams his hand on the mat. Pressing his body up with Howard applying the body triangle for better grip. His eyes widen at the sight of Alex managing to get up, carrying his weight along his body. Instead, Howard elbows him in the temple that nearly topples him down but Alex stands upright to stare him in the eyes.
Gravedigger: Im-Im...IMPOSSI-FUCKING-BLE!
Jimmy Garcia: ALEX RICHARDS ISN’T GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!
Howard just subjected himself into a suplex position except with the body triangle. He gets lifted up into the air vertically before the right arm fails letting him fall behind him. Alex tries to react fast by Superkicking him but the referee gets tossed in the way allowing the match to be out of control!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: The referee got SUPERKICKED! THE REFEREE IS DOWN, AND OUT!
Alex continues holding onto his right arm closely but Howard drops to his knees; low blowing the shit out of Alex who collapses to his knees. Suffering more than ever, and Howard is on his knees exhausted, and frustrated by the sight of his opponent still able to survive everything he has.
Gravedigger: YES! GOOD NIGHT ALEX, AND HIS KIDS!
Jimmy Garcia: It can’t end like this, not like this!
Leaving the ring, Howard marches over to the time keeper’s area. Ripping the belt away from the ringside crew member, and rolling into the ring with it. Getting up to hold the belt in his hands; yelling at Alex who can barely stand up. Once he does, Howard charges into him but Alex shoots up to Samoan Spike him down in the face, thus the title flies out of his hands!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: SPIKED SAMOAN PUNCH! GO FOR THE PIN- RIGHT THE REFEREE IS DOWN. HOW THE FUCK CAN THE MATCH CONTINUE WHEN THE REFEREE IS OUT?!
Alex notices something flashing in his eyes. It’s the UCI World Heavyweight Championship Belt lying beside his feet. He bends down, and slowly picks it up in his hands to stare at it’s marvelous design. All else changes when he holds the belt closer to him like he’s ready to strike someone with it.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
He’s totally confused. The referee is barely moving, this could be the key to his problems. Does he strike Howard who is slowly reaching up to his hands, and knees? Alex looked at him, and made his choice. The belt was thrown from his hands, and he smiled at Howard who stood on his knees spitting in his face.
Gravedigger: DISRESPECTFUL!
Jimmy Garcia: He just spat in the face of his challenger! Howard doesn’t care, oh my god! This match is amazing!
Alex looked down at Howard on his knees, and decided to try for another Superkick but Howard ducked. Instead, he quickly ran into the ropes to hop onto the middle; using it for a springboard to launch back into Alex but Alex catches him on his shoulders in a Powerbomb position! Lifting him high as an elevated variation before snapping back to the mat to lung blow his knees into his back!
Jimmy Garcia: SANITY SLIP! SANITY SLIP!!!!!! HE GOT IT! THE PIN ATTEMPT IS MADE BUT THE REFEREE IS ALMOST THERE! COME ON! COME ON! COUNT!
One!
Two!
Three!!!
Ding Ding Ding!
Alex Richards slowly rolls off Howard as his entrance music blares out. The entire arena is exploding along with everyone watching around the world. The referee quickly takes the belt, and places it on his chest to let Alex hug it as he lies down in the center of the ring finally champion.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and the NNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ALEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXX RIICHHHHAAAARRRRDDDSSSSSS!
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
Alex slowly sits up clutching the belt close to his chest. He cannot believe it but it happened. He is officially the new UCI World Heavyweight Champion, and nothing can take that away. Alex rolls out of the ring with the referee carrying him for help while medical personnel quickly rush to help the two.
Jimmy Garcia: WE JUST MADE HISTORY BY CROWNING OUR THIRD UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! ALEX RICHARDS IS YOUR NEW UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Gravedigger: …
The show is almost at it’s end as Alex Richards; exhausted but victorious makes his way up to the top of the entrance ramp. He stands fixed to the spot in the dead center of the stage and raises the UCI World Championship high over his head as pyrotechnics begin to explode into the air, creating a variety of colors that captivate the attention of all those in attendance. Howard Black remains in the ring beaten down and battered beyond the ability to make it up to a vertical base but receiving his share of the crowd’s adoration in the form of applause for what was a hard-fought contest.
Gravedigger: There we have it folks, Alex Richards has finally done it! He beat Howard Black and he did it on his own. The World Championship is on a Guardian at last!
Jimmy Garcia: That’s all we’ve got time for folks! Join us on Overload next week to…
Gravedigger: What the hell!?
The veteran announcer and former wrestler’s shock can’t be matched by any of the gasps that fill the arena as the trademark logos and intellectual property tags occupy the bottom of the screen, framing a firework just missing Alex’s face by a few mere inches. Not impressed, the champion turns away from the crowd, his intentions of heading straight to the production truck and demanding the head of whichever lackie is in charge of the celebratory pyrotechnics but as he turns there is a fizzing for a few moments as a spark cannon erupts, showering his face with gold sparkles and ultimately blinding him, if not worse. He falls to the ground, followed by the championship he has just won which lands with a symbolic thud on the steel ramp as he clutches his face, covering it as he rolls in pain or hindered vision.
The scene quickly changes to backstage where the door to the production area is seen to be ajar and the rooms occupants are seen beaten and bound to their spinning chairs but for one man. The camera zooms in a little further, then again further still to reveal the figure of David Sanchez, his finger firmly on the button of a console labelled: ‘pyrotechnics.’ The mayor lets out a whispered laugh of sorts, his would-be forked tongue caressing his front teeth as his lips part into a sinister smile.
“Kill. His. Moment.”
The voice is eerily familiar and doesn’t seem to have emanated directly from David, but rather somewhere off camera in the background.
The show doesn’t end on a high-note, or even a sight befitting of a triumphant warrior. No, instead it ends with medical staff and the other Guardians rushing to Alex’s aid, their purpose not only to help him but also to cover his face in a wet flannel as he is helped to his feet by two doctors who shield the new champion’s face from public view as the show runs out of time and fades to a black screen.
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