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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:36:41 GMT -6
IntroductionSalt Lake City, Utah is welcoming the presence of this episode of Sunday Night Overload! The sold out Vivint Smart Home arena is loaded with heartfelt, and diehard loyal fans of Professional Wrestling. We skip past the crowd to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia who are ecstatic of being in this famous city, and beautiful audience ready for the best night of their lives!
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to another episode of Sunday Night Overload live here in Salt Like City, Utah in the Vivint Smart Home Arena! We are going to see the NEW UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Alex Richards, make his debut with the UCI World Championship Belt!
Gravedigger: Other than that bullshit, we got my homegirl Mandie Wheeler defending her Television Belt against some jackass I ain’t never heard off. Co-main event features #TeamRekless against Fang, and Sven Alexander! An for the rest, I really don’t care!
Jimmy Garcia: Well...thanks Gravedigger. Alright, let’s begin the show!
I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins to play and the crowd blows the roof off the place.
Gravedigger: How the fuck did this weird bastard get so damn popular?
Jimmy Garcia: Alex Richards is an every man who lived his lifelong dream of winning the world championship last week after one hell of an effort.
Gravedigger: You know.. I'm kind of torn. On one hand he probably hates David Sanchez almost as much as me. On the other hand he's still a weird bastard.
Alex walks out holding up the world championship. Holding it out to the fans so they can touch his newly won gold. He enters the ring and asks a mic and receives it from Taylor Lorde.
Alex Richards: Last time my celebration got ruined. I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen this time. So David Sanchez... get your ass out here if you got the guts to interupt my celebration face to face!... You fucking coward!...You shrimpy dicked little loser! ...Paris Hilton can out drink you!.... You fuck the dead!
Alex waits for a minute, looking towards the enteranceway, awaiting David Sanchez. No one comes. Alex gives a half smile and a shake of the head.
Alex Richards: That didn't do it, huh? That's alright. I'll get him eventually.. can't hide behind your new sucker forever. You thought burning me would you get a title shot... it's going to get you a whole lot more than that. But in the meantime David ruined my chance to celebrate my first world title win ever. And this I won't stand for! This can't do at all. So while I'm out here.. how about I celebrate with all of you and have my first public drink as champion?
The crowd explodes into an ear shattering cheer. An actual You Deserve It chant does start up this time. Alex looks touched by the crowd's reaction to him. Instead he holds up the world title drawing Alex chants.
Alex Richards: I never thought I would be out here.. with the World Heavyweight Championship, with all these people chanting my name. It's unbelievable. My arm feels like it's dead, my face is still on fire and damnit I don't give a fuck it's all worth it!
Another massive cheer from the crowd.
Alex Richards: I'd like to invite out the Guardians. Polar Phantasm, Bonnie Bonnie, Andre Holmes, Nightmare, and Jay Omega. But they refused. They said this was my moment. But they are wrong, it's all of our moments. Because without the Guardians, I never would have been world champion. This is for all of you guys.. the greatest teammates a strange guy could ever have!
Alex raises the title in the air as the crowd chants for the Guardians. They must be in a good mood as they are chanting for everything tonight.
Alex Richards: But I'd like to invite a couple of people out here to share this drink with me. Zach, Becky.. come on out here!
The crowd cheers, although not nearly as loudly, as Shaun Zach Richards walks towards the ring,carrying Alex's doctor's bag, with Rebecca Thatch, guiding the white caned lady towards the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and raises his arms to the crowd, obviously not used to the cheers. Meanwhile Rebecca climbs the stairs and Alex holds open the ropes for her telling her hand and leading her into the ring.
Alex Richards: Without my brother Zach here.. I would be in jail or dead or some combination of the two! And it wouldn't be a celebration without Becky here, she owns my heart. I was gonna just drink Zim-Quila out of boots. But then Becky convinced me we needed something special for the occasion. So I suggested we mix Old E with motor oil and peppermint schnapps and see what happened!
Rebecca Thatch: Then I got this bottle of Krug 1928 to celebrate instead. Interesting note, in spite of the name it wasn't actually produced until 1938.
SZR: Your girlfriend is a wine snob?
Rebecca Thatch: It's champagne. Besides I prefer the term drunk aficionado.
Alex Richards: I'm not that fancy.. I just like being a drunk. Besides we're serving it out of boots so take that wine snobs!
Alex takes the doctor's bag from his brother, pulls outs the bottle of champagne, dumps into into the three boots, notices they aren't full so he adds some spiced rum from a second bottle in his bag and hands out the boots to his compatriots.
Rebecca Thatch: Did you just mix something random with the champagne?
Alex Richards: Of course I did.
Rebecca Thatch: I love it when you do that!
Alex Richards: Most people settle for normal... not this guy! Most people stop and think why would you do that? I think why the fuck not? So UCI.. prepare yourselves for the era of the strange! Let's get fucking weird!
And with that the trio begin to drink from their boots.. until Lost Boys By Death Grips begins to play. The crowd boos loudly expecting Howard Black to interrupt the celebration. Alex meanwhile moves his brother and his girlfriend behind him to protect them expecting a fight..
As the curtain parts, Howard Black steps out to a chorus of boos. he's dressed in street clothes - boot-cut blue jeans over cowboy boots, a plain white t-shirt, and a black hooded sweatshirt under a gray denim jacket. A microphone is clutched in his hand as he makes his way down the ramp toward the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Now what the hell does this guy want?
Gravedigger: How about a shot to get back his belt? Maybe calling Alex Richards out for his blatant displays of cheating this last Sunday!
Jimmy Garcia: ...Blatant what? What cheating?
Gravedigger: How else could you explain him beating Howard Black, the GOAT?
Howard walks up the steps, ducking into the ring. His eyes go from Rebecca to Shaun, a thin smile tracing his lips before his eyes focus on Alex. The music dims as he raises a hand.
Howard Black: I'm not here to fight you.
None of the three budge a moment. Howard's eyes dart between them again as he shrugs.
Howard Black: Trust me, this numbers game doesn't scare me. But no, I'm being sincere, I'm not here to fight. I'm here to stare into the face of the man who beat me this past Sunday.
The crowd goes wild as Howard lowers the microphone, stepping towards the Arch Duke. Shaun and Rebecca stay poised to strike, but Alex raises his arms to ward them off, letting Howard approach him. The two men look eyes, their faces blank but their eyes burning with intensity. A moment passes - the crowd is so quiet, one could hear a pin drop. Neither man offers the other a hand. Howard raises the microphone.
Howard Black: You beat me, Alex. You beat me fair and square: one-two-three. I'm not here to rain on your parade. I'm not here to take a cheap shot at you or interrupt this moment anymore than I already have. I was arrogant, and you made me eat my words. But I am here to remind you that the belt around your waist is mine. And I do have a rematch clause. And even if that time isn't this month, I WILL be coming back for it. And I will prove that I am the best. And I will prove your victory was a fluke.
Howard lowers the microphone, the two men silent once more to stare at one another. This time, it's Alex who raises the microphone.
Alex Richards: And I'll be waiting for you. As the UCI Champion.
"I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by the Kinks hits as the Champion throws down his microphone, lifting the UCI World Heavyweight Championship into the air. Howard Black turns around, ducking out of the ring and walking towards the stage. The crowd goes wild - the adoration pouring down on the newly crowned champion. At the top of the ramp, Howard pauses to look back over his shoulder. The champ responds by merely keeping the title aloft in triumph. The camera cuts to the commercial.
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:38:04 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:41:41 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match PerZag vs Lara Chang vs Zanatos
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Parts Unknown! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 234 pounds! He is “The Angel of Death” Zanatos!
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: We saw this man debut last week in that UCI Rising Stars battle royal! Could Zanatos pick up a momentum win here?!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Maui, Hawaii! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 120 pounds! She is “The Hawaiin Spitfire” Lara Chang!
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.
Gravedigger: Can I say a racist thing now? I mean, that’s kinda my schtick. I feel like I should say a racist thing.
Jimmy Garcia: No..
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Benalia, Victoria, Australia! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 216 pounds! He is “The Worthiest of All” Per Zag!
The start of 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor plays as the lights go off. After a brief moment, a spotlight shines next to the ring, where a man wearing a black hoodie stands, waiting. He grabs at the hood that is covering his head, and slowly drags it off, revealing his shoulder length blonde hair. He stretches his neck from side to side before unzipping the hoodie, and taking it off. He drops it on the ground behind him and stares into the ring. He walks slowly towards the ring apron where a microphone is placed, and he picks it up off of the apron. He climbs onto the apron, and turns around staring down the entrance ramp.
PerZag: My name is PerZag, and I am 'The Worthiest of All'.
He leans back against the ropes and puts both his arms out to the side, extended as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. He turns around, and steps into the ring, through the ropes. He walks over to one of the corners of the ring, and leans against it waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Garcia: Always exciting to get a debut on Overload and this one has had fans buzzing for sure!
Gravedigger: Yeah, this one doesn’t seem half bad I suppose.
Jimmy Garcia: Did you just say something positive about a new signee?
Gravedigger: Uh...no….shut up, Jimmy!
The ref calls for the bell as PerZag leans back in the corner, smiling at the competition as Zanatos wastes no time in his attempt to take out Lara Chang.
Ding Ding Ding!
The two tie up for a second before stepping back as the engagement is voluntarily broken up.
Jimmy Garcia: Big kick to the head from Lara Chang and Zanatos is out!
Gravedigger: Chang turning her attention towards PerZag now!
The two approach each other, standing face to face as unclear curses fly out of their respective mouths.
Jimmy Garcia: Haymakers back and forth from both competitors now!
PerZag is whipped off the ropes by Chang.
Gravedigger: Chang going for that spinning kick here.
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag ducks it!
PerZag bounces off the opposite side of the ropes and launches himself at Chang.
Gravedigger: Big hurricanrana by the newcomer.
Chang tumbles out of the ring just as Zanatos makes his way back in to combat PerZag.
Jimmy Garcia: These two trading blows now!
Zanatos is whipped into the corner as PerZag, looking to keep the momentum on his side, lunges forward and catches Zanatos with a big knee to the gut before setting him up on the top turnbuckle and climbing up to grab hold of his opponent.
Gravedigger: Big superplex from PerZag!
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag could be looking for it!
PerZag’s eyes grow wide as Zanatos slowly gets to his feet.
Gravedigger: Worthiest Move of All right there!
Lara attempts to slide into the ring as the ref makes his count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, PerZag!
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag pulling off the impressive debut win in dominant fashion!
Gravedigger: Yeah, I’ll give some praise this week and tell you and everyone else that the sky is the limit for PerZag! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:48:52 GMT -6
Adam Kurosawa vs Celeste Mallory
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: The charismatic and impressive, Hentai Prince with his entourage is here again. Victorious last week against Rayne Moritaka, he put the UCI on notice as one of its young lions.
Gravedigger: Yeah he did, I took notice and almost walked out. I’m actually going to enjoy this match, Celeste Mallory is his opponent and I love this girl Jimmy. The Moe Stars should be banned from ringside.
Jimmy Garcia: The Social Media further proves this fact.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Cotswold’s, England! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 122 pounds! She is the UCI Rising Stars Champion, “Pretty Little Devil” Celeste Mallory!
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 where the UCI Rising Stars Championship rests 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 holding the Rising Stars Championship 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: I love this girl, so calm, so pretty and so dangerous, the UCI Rising Stars Champion!
Jimmy Garcia: She was quite impressive in her debut; this match could steal the show. Will the Moe Stars be a factor?
Gravedigger: No, this girl is young but understands the game. Kurosawa is smart, annoying but smart and he will use what he can in order to get an edge.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell rings. The two competitors circle the ring while the Moe Stars cheer on Adam Kurosawa. Celeste looks on and smirks and they lock up, she quickly hits an arm drag surprising Adam. He gets up and nods as the Moe Stars cheer on….
Moe Stars: GO ADAM-CHAAAAAAAAN!
Kurosawa nods and claps, he circles the ring again with Celeste and they lock up, she drops to one knee, spins around Adam and takes him down with a step over toe hold proceeding to walk over him and giggling, blowing a kiss to the Moe Stars as they look on before cheering Adam again. Kurosawa stands up and shakes his head, they lock up a third time and the Prince hip tosses Celeste over, she quickly gets up and he hits an arm drag, she kips up again and he goes for a dropkick but she side steps, goes for an elbow but he rolls out of the way, he kips up and goes for a clothesline but she goes under and positions herself with a backslide….
One!
Two!
Prince kicks out, he quickly catches her in the rebound with a small package…
One!
Two!
Celeste kicks out!
They both kip up again and stare at each other as the crowd cheers. Celeste smirks and paces while Adam claps to get the crowd into the match and the Moe Stars.
Jimmy Garcia: What a quick exchange and these two young stars are showing us while the UCI’s future is bright Gravedigger!
Gravedigger: It was a great exchange but how long is that going to last. Celeste caught Kurosawa by surprise and any time I can see the Moe Stars shut the hell up I’m for it!
Celeste and Kurosawa circle the ring, they lock up and Adam pushes her to the rope, he breaks clean as the Moe Stars scream….
Moe Stars: CLEAN!
He nods, smiles and back up. Celeste smirks and they lock up again, this time again she drops to a knee and pushes off getting leverage and pushing Kurosawa back to the ropes, she feigns the clean break hitting Adam with a knee to the gut and another before pulling him from the ropes and kicking him in the stomach, she bounces off the ropes in a swinging neck breaker dropping the Prince with force on the mat. She looks at the Moe Stars and starts to laugh before delivering a leg drop, rolling on her back and on to her feet with another leg drop for the cover…
One!
Two!
The Prince kicks out!
Celeste wastes no time picking him up by the hair and Irish whipping him against the ropes, she ducks only for Adam to hit a textbook sunset flip for the cover…
One!
Two!
Celeste strikes him on the side of his head with her strong legs causing the break. He rolls back on his feet only to see Celeste attempt a Hurricarana but he catches her and drops Mallory with a springboard powerbomb as the crowd goes nuts, the Moe Stars jump in the air cheering and Celeste looks half out…
Jimmy Garcia: Celeste was caught and she could be in a lot of trouble here, she looks out Gravedigger!
Gravedigger: Beautiful move by the Hentai Prince, she got careless but there is a lot more fight in her!
The Hentai Prince doesn’t go for the cover, instead he turns Celeste over and smiles as the Moe Stars cheer….
Moe Stars: TENTACLE RAPE!
Gravedigger: Oh God not this, call the Utah Police this is rape!
Jimmy Garcia: This is not rape.
Gravedigger: It’s Utah, Jimmy! You can’t even get a cup of coffee here!
Kurosawa tries to lock the Tentacle Rape; he gets behind Celeste but the few moments of showboating cost him as the Rising Stars Champion scurries to the rope. Adam grabs her ankle and tries to pull her out but she holds on to the ropes which prove costly causing her to land hard on the mat. The crowd roars as the Hentai Prince jumps around the ring in excitement….
Jimmy Garcia: He is in total control and a rookie mistake by Celeste!
Gravedigger: Come on Celeste if anything not to hear these idiots cheer for him.
Celeste holds the back of her head as Adam picks her up by the hair, he whips her against the ropes and goes for a head scissors take over but Celeste hang man’s Kurosawa’s neck over the top rope as he hits hard and the Moe Stars stand there in shock. Celeste falls back holding the back of her head with a smirk before hopping on the top rope and delivering the heat seeking elbow right on the chest of Kurosawa calls The Devil’s Spike. She hooks the far leg for the cover…
One!
Two!
Adam kicks out!
Celeste shakes her head, gets up and grabs his legs only turn him around and lock in the elevated crab called Frailty. She leans back and starts to laugh as Kurosawa screams in pain, he tries to reach the ropes as she plants her knee to the back of his head…..
Gravedigger: That’s what I am talking about now! Celeste saw an opening and she took him. The Moe Stars are quiet!
Jimmy Garcia: She has turned the tide yes, this move is wrenching and if he doesn’t get to those ropes this one is over.
Adam fights the pain as Celeste leans back; the referee asks Adam but he screams “NO”. The Moe Stars chant…..
Moe Stars: HENTAI! HENTAI! HENTAI!
The crowd follows suit as Celeste smirks and continues to pull back screaming to the referee to “Ask Him”. He still shakes his head saying no and actually trying to reach for the ropes, a few more seconds before Celeste loses her footing a little and he reaches the ropes. The fans cheer, the referee counts the break…
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Celeste breaks the hold quickly. She paces a little, licking her lips and winking over at Gravedigger….
Gravedigger: I’m in love Jimmy.
Jimmy: Will you stop! The Hentai Prince was able to break the hold by reaching the ropes and we have new life for Adam.
Gravedigger: The damage is done, even if she didn’t get the submission the fact remains, his back is hurt.
The devilish Celeste stalks her prey as Adam tries to get to his feet, she quickly spins him around and locks in a front facelock She tries to go for a DDT but Adam spins out, kicks her in the midsection and hits a gut wrench suplex. His back his hurt and falls to the mat trying to fight through the pain. Kurosawa is cheered by his Moe Stars and the fans, using the ropes to get up as Celeste is already to her feet, he gets up and she charges in to hit Pretty Poison, her version of the mafia kick but he ducks out of the way and when she turns Kurosawa delivers the Kawaii Kick! The fans erupt…
Moe Stars: KAWAII!
Gravedigger: Oh God no!
Jimmy Garcia: Celeste tried to go big and she missed and now the Rising Stars Champion may go home!
Kurosawa quickly lays on the unconscious Celeste and hooks the far leg….
One!
Two!
Thre-NO!
Celeste gets her shoulder up!
Adam looks up at the referee in shock, holding up three fingers but the referee shakes his head and only holds up two.
Gravedigger: This girl is tough! Look at Adam’s face, Jimmy! He is in shock!
Jimmy Garcia: Complete shock as am I. She looked out of it but that is our Rising Stars Champion! This match is already stealing the show Gravedigger.
Kurosawa rolls over on his stomach, he gets to his knee and stands up grabbing Celeste by the hair, picking her up for a scoop slam on to the mats. He gets up to the ropes but is climbing slowly while holding his back. He gets to the top but it gives Celeste enough time to recover as she gets up and runs to the rope, sweeping his leg causing Adam to fall on the top rope seated, she climbs to the second turnbuckle and forearms him repeatedly across the face dazing Kurosawa when suddenly she tries to apply the Stir of Echoes. The Claw is about to be applied but he quickly kicks her off the ropes….
Jimmy Garcia: Something has to give and Kurosawa had the presence of kicking her off the ropes as Celeste was ready to apply the Stir of Echoes that her mother made famous.
Gravedigger: He was lucky there but Celeste is adamant about applying that after she had some cruel intentions going into that exchange.
Celeste falls to the mats but catches her balance and charges in but Kurosawa kicks her in the face spinning her around, he mounds her shoulders and goes for a Victory Roll….
Jimmy Garcia: He’s going for the Victory Roll!
Gravedigger: No not this!
Kurosawa goes to hit the Victory Roll and mid-way through the roll Celeste quickly drops to her knees covering Kurosawa and hooking his legs pressing down for the cover as the referee makes the count…
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Celeste quickly rolls out of the ring as the Moe Stars and Adam Kurosawa look on in complete shock. The referee rolls out and raises Celeste’s arm.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Celeste Mallory!
“Cry Little Sister” plays throughout the arena as Celeste walks over to the time keeper’s table and grabs her Rising Stars Championship, holding it high as she giggles looking into the ring at the disappointed Hentai Prince now surrounded by his Moe Stars trying to comfort him.
Gravedigger: Yes! What a VIC-TORY Roll by Celeste huh!? You like that Jimmy! She rolled him up like sushi! Ha Ha Ha….the Rising Stars Champion continues to her tear and this time in Singles Competition, she’s the real deal!
Jimmy Garcia: I can’t deny that, Celeste had the presence of mind to just fall on the Hentai Prince in the middle of the roll and took the victory. A Disappointment for Kurosawa, a huge win for Celeste, both are heading to the top that’s for sure, future stars right here!
Gravedigger: It’s bright for UCI and just look at her Jimmy…
Jimmy Garcia: Will you stop.
Celeste starts to make her way to the back looking at the ring and making a frown before giggling and blowing a kiss to the disappointed Hentai Prince as he looks on in defeat…. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:50:05 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:51:13 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:56:29 GMT -6
Jericho Salazar vs Thor Balfore
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from The Federal District, 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: You wanna talk about someone who is always a threat, how about UCI’s resident giant?!
Gravedigger: I do kind of enjoy big lumbering types stomping around and clubbing people. Yay for violence and physical mismatches!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Oakland, California! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 215 pounds! He is Jericho Salazar!
The lights go out, it’s pitch black. Then the lights begin to strobe violently while Abnormity- Shattered to the bone plays, disorienting his opponent. While this is going on he sprints down the stage and into the ring and tries to get a cheap shot on his opponent.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: SUPERMAN PUN-!
Gravedigger: Thor counters it with the big boot!
Jimmy Garcia: What a way to kickoff this contest!
Thor smiles down at the fallen Jericho, lifting him to his feet and whipping him towards the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Thor looking for that big running splash into the corner!
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho dodges it!
Jericho catches Thor as his face smashes into the top turnbuckle and drives a shoulder into the middle of his back.
Gravedigger: Some hard shots by Jericho now with the shoulder.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho is smart with how he picks his spots, that bully style could be very effective in taking on Thor!
Gravedigger: Well, taking down the big man is a task that has proved difficult for his past opponents.
With Thor dropping down now into the corner, Jericho delivers a few stomps in mudhole fashion before stomping towards the opposite corner and taking off towards Thor like a freight train.
Jimmy Garcia: Big boot right to the face from Jericho!
Thor’s head smacks against the corner with a sickening thud, but Jericho wastes no time in going for another boot.
Gravedigger: Could we see another one?!
Jimmy Garcia: Drop toe hold from Thor, Jericho being dropped face first into the corner now!
Gravedigger: Thor taking a moment, but manages to roll him over!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: That was a crucial counter for Thor I think! There’s no way he wanted to take another one of those boots from Jericho!
Thor shakes off the effects of his opponents previous attacks and rises to his feet, pulling Jericho up along with him.
Gravedigger: Jericho being driven into the corner now by Thor’s hip.
Thor lifts Jericho up top, positioning him to sit on the post.
Jimmy Garcia: Thor looking for the superplex!
Gravedigger: NO! Tornado DDT from Jericho on the reversal!
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho with a pin attempt of his own here!
One!
Two!
NO!
Gravedigger: That was a close one and we can see why.
Jimmy Garcia: Well, of course it’s because these are two hard hitters who only know one gear!
Jericho pushes to his feet, before dropping right back down as he drives an elbow into Thor’s chest and keeps the arm positioned over his opponent.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Jericho appears to be getting a little heated right now.
Jericho pounds the mat as he attempts to lift Thor to his feet. Thor manages to push Jericho away, but Jericho leaps at his opponent with his right arm extended outward. Thor gets underneath him and uses the leverage to lift his opponent over his head.
Jimmy Garcia: Back body drop from Balfore!
Gravedigger: Thor is fired up after that one! This could be his opening to do something big!
Jericho gets to his feet, running towards Thor before getting caught by the giant.
Jimmy Garcia: SPINE BUSTAH!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: THAT was a close call right there!
Jimmy Garcia: Thor pulling Jericho to his feet!
Gravedigger: Superman punch!
Thor goes crashing to the mat as Jericho’s fist connects with the side of his face. Jericho bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air.
Jimmy Garcia: Big curbstomp from Jericho!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Jericho Salazar!
Gravedigger: Fast paced action and a hard hitting contest from two titans in the ring!
Jimmy Garcia: Big win for Jericho tonight! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 2:58:50 GMT -6
Wentworth Updegraff Jr. Segment
“Playa” begins to play over the PA, causing the audience to boo loudly. Wentworth Updegraff Jr. walks out onto the entrance ramp, followed by six men in very similar suits, all carrying black briefcases.
Jimmy Garcia: Well here is Wentworth Updegraff Jr. Who are those men with him?
Gravedigger: I have no idea, but I don’t think this is some regular appearance. It looks like Wentworth has something big in mind.
The wrestler leads the group of men down the ramp, and into the ring, where they all stand around him in a semi circle. Wentworth grabs a microphone, but the hateful crowd refuses to let him speak at first.
Wentworth: Would you all kindly keep your gaping maws closed for ten seconds so that someone with some importance might speak?
This only makes the crowd grow louder. After a few moments, they quiet down enough for Wentworth to speak.
Wentworth: Now, as many of you know, I am on a righteous quest. A quest to bring the coward Jay Omega out of hiding. Now, unfortunately, because of Jay’s refusal to do the right thing, I have been forced to bring him out of hiding by going after his little group of co-conspirators known as the Guardians. In this pursuit, I have discovered something truly horrifying. The man you know as Polar Phantasm, the man you all cheer on a weekly basis, is possibly one of the worst parents on the planet. Not only is the child being raised by two mentally suspect “super heroes” who have no time to properly raise a child, they are raising him in a bar of all places. It is disgusting, and I can’t in good conscience let it continue. That is why these men are here with me. These men represent a small section of the best lawyers Updegraff Industries has in its employ.
The crowd boos the lawyers, as they whisper amongst themselves.
Wentworth: With the help of these men, I will make sure that custody is taken from Polar Phantasm, and granted to someone with the resources and the emotional capacity to properly raise a child… someone like me.
The crowd boos even louder, as a smug smile spreads across Wentworth’s face.
Wentworth: That’s right, boo me because every last one of you has a child at home going neglected. While you’re busy watching TV and smoking your reefer, your children are turning into worthless little monsters, and you should all have them taken away. Now, I can’t go after every unfit parent in the arena, but I can stop one. Polar, I know you can hear me, and I know that you know you’re in trouble. I am giving you until next week to voluntarily give up your parental rights, or I will have my team of lawyers do it for you. And that is not an empty threat.
Wentworth’s music begins to play again, as the wrestler laughs, and climbs out of the ring. The lawyers follow him to the back, as the crowd showers them with garbage.
Jimmy Garcia: How despicable can you get?
Gravedigger: I know! I had no idea Polar Phantasm was keeping his child in such horrible conditions. Here’s hoping he does the right thing next week. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:05:26 GMT -6
Teddy Sol vs Kyle Kemp
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! 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.
Gravedigger: Here comes Teddy Sol, the audience just can’t seem to get enough of this guy.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s because he comes out here week after week and gives these people everything he has to offer. Few competitors in the back can say they do that anymore!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Who doesn’t love Earth, Wind and Fire?
Gravedigger: I don’t Jimmy, I really don’t.
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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Kyle Kemp!
“Better than You” by Sam Adams hits the speakers As Kemp makes his way down the ramp, looking at fans in disgust.
Gravedigger: This is what it’s all about right here, this guy. This is the guy that’s going home tonight as the winner.
Jimmy Garcia: Didn’t you say that last week too?
Gravedigger: Of course I did, how could you not pick Kyle Kemp?
Kemp continues down the ramp before sliding under the ropes at repeating the same disgusted look at Teddy Sol.
Gravedigger: Shake off that loss Kyle, I believe in you!
Jimmy Garcia: One of these days you’re actually going to manage to commentate an unbias match.
Gravedigger: #BitchesLivesMatter Jimmy. Suck a dick.
Ding Ding Ding!
The match bursts into life as both men engage in a collar and elbow tie-up with neither man gaining the technical advantage. It’s not until Kemp drives a knee into Sol’s abdominal region that the stalemate is broken. He quickly follows up with a snapmare before driving a stiff kick into his opponent’s back.
Jimmy Garcia: Kemp with a kick to Teddy’s spine that is still echoing around the arena.
Gravedigger: I told you Jimmy, Kyle’s got this match in the bag.
Jimmy Garcia: We’re less than a minute in…
Gravedigger: Which is still longer than your average sexual performance.
Kemp taunts Teddy as he clutches at his back whilst getting to his feet, a gesture he soon regrets as he lunges forwards with an attempt at a clothesline which Sol counters into a drop-toe hold, planting Kemp face first into the canvas.
The crowd pops for Sol, who mocks Kyle’s previous taunt by motioning that it is in fact he who is better than Kemp before jumping high into the air and coming down with a leg drop across the back of Kyle’s neck.
Gravedigger: Blasphemy! How dare he!
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy Sol making a point by imitating Kemp’s taunts, let’s just hope his advantage last a little longer than his opponents.
Knowing it is too early to try for a pin, Sol lifts Kyle up to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip before jumping in an attempt to connect with a dropkick but Kemp has it scouted and hangs onto the ropes, causing Teddy to connect with nothing but thin air before he crashes down to the mat and immediately pulls himself up to his knees.
Gravedigger: Do it Kyle!
Kemp charges forwards, cocking his leg back and swinging his foot in a punting motion, looking to finish this match early, but before he can connect with his go-to match ender Teddy catches his leg and contorts his own body around the limb, whipping him onto the mat with a dragon screw.
Jimmy Garcia: Kemp was looking for an early night there, aiming to hit Back to the Minors just a few short minutes into this match.
Gravedigger: … He’ll get there Jimmy have a little faith.
Holding on to his opponents leg, Mr. Sunshine jumps, spinning and wrenching Kyle’s leg as he does so before slamming it hard into the canvas, clearly looking to disable the leg that Kemp uses for the punt-kick after almost tasting the dreaded shoe in the early moments of this contest.
Still holding the leg, Teddy now looks to move into a mounted position but is cut off by Kemp’s other leg being driven into his stomach in a mule-kicking fashion. Wasting no time, Kemp stretches out his leg as soon as he gets back to his feet and runs at Sol before hoisting him around the neck and arm, ultimately executing a snap suplex that causes Teddy to roll into the corner courtesy of the impact.
Jimmy Garcia: Beautifully executed snap suplex there by Kyle Kemp.
Gravedigger: Always the tone of surprise Jimmy, you should learn to listen to me more.
Teddy uses the corner to pull himself back to his feet, but as he does so, Kyle builds up speed and charges at his opponent, aiming to drive his shoulder into Teddy’s abdomen, but as he almost connects, Sol uses the ropes to lift his weight a little and hooks Kemp’s head between his legs before flipping over in a sunset flip that comes across as a borderline powerbomb which Mr. Sunshine turns straight into a pinning predicament.
One!
Two!
Kemp manges to get his shoulder up.
Gravedigger: You see Jimbo, he’s got the heart of a lion too!
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy Sol got all of that sunset bomb there but I’ll give credit where credit’s due. Kemp done well to get his shoulder up.
Rolling out of the pin, Teddy begins to motion to the crowd that the end is near, they in turn fuel his fire with cheers and chants that echo around the arena as he steps through the ropes and out onto the apron, but as he does so Kemp regains his bearings and instead of getting back to his feet, decides to allow Mr. Sunshine to attempt the Habanero High Dive. Sol gestures to the crowd some more before leaping from the apron to the top rope and then forwards, spreading his limbs and looking to land on Kemp in a splash but as his body crashes down onto his opponent it is upon his knees he lands, knocking the wind out him entirely.
Gravedigger: He’s smart like a fox too you know, Kyle Kemp is the complete package!
Jimmy Garcia: Do you have a crush on him or something? I haven’’t heard you make a legitimate comment on the match during this contest.
Gravedigger: I hardly see how that’s any of your business Jim.
Jimmy Garcia: Moving swiftly on! Teddy Sol was looking to end the match there with the Habanero High Dive, a move we’ve seen him perfect and utilize to put away some of the top names in this company.
Kemp taps his skull as he gets up to his feet with a handful of Teddy’s hair, motioning that he is smarter than the average bear. Before long Kemp begins to drive forearm after forearm into the Texas native’s face, stunning him for long enough so that he can effortlessly lift him up in a flapjack which he ensures brings Sol down throat-first over the top rope. Wasting no motion nor moment Kemp quickly takes back-control as Teddy gasps for breath and throws him overhead, bringing him down to the mat with a bridging German suplex which he keeps hold of, resulting in a pinfall.
One!
Two!
Teddy is able to torque his hips and break the bridge, barely escaping before the count of three.
Jimmy Garcia: All joking aside, there’s absolutely no denying that Kyle Kemp is a true student of the game, he’s improved so much over the last year it’s hard to remember that he’s actually a multi-sports superstar.
Gravedigger: Mmmmm… Talk about him more.
Jimmy Garcia: … You’re a weird dude ‘digger.
The referee checks that Sol is compos-mentis before allowing Kemp to continue his assault, this time with some simple, yet vicious stomps to Teddy’s ribs and chest before lifting the fan favorite up to a vertical base and running to the ropes to build up momentum. As he charges back however, it appears once more that Teddy has played Kemp at his own game as he drops down with a hold of the top rope that causes Kyle to spill over it and land hard on the protective padding at ringside.
Teddy gestures to the crowd again, not wasting quite as much time on this occasion and keeping his eyes on the crafty man who is now getting up to his feet at ringside. Just as Kemp gets to his feet, Teddy vaults over the top rope with the intention of something magical. The audience gasps as he connects with his legs on the back of Kemp’s neck, smashing his face into the ringside floor with a fameasser that stemmed from a seated plancha.
Crowd: MIS-TER SUN-SHINE! MIS-TER SUNSHINE! MIS-TER SUN-SHINE!
The audience voices their approval for this most innovative of moves as Teo sstaggers up to his feet and grabs at his tailbone with a smile on his face as the fans at ringside reach over the barrier and lay their hands upon him in a display of admiration.
Jimmy Garcia: HOLY SHIT! What the hell was that?
Gravedigger: A travesty… An injustice.... A national disaster.
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy Sol pulling out some moves we’ve never seen before to get the victory tonight. That draw at Meltdown must be eating him up inside… he looks almost rejuvenated tonight.
Gravedigger: I could do that…
The referee begins to count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Before the official can reach four, Sol rolls Kyle Kemp under the bottom rope and follows him into the ring. Again, the referee checks, this time though Kemp is the recipient of his attention but the Chicago native is quick to brush him off with some harsh words as he clutches at his face.
Satisfied that the ref is going to allow the match to continue Teddy lifts up Kyle Kemp who pushes the referee in a way that could be construed as accidental if you didn’t see it from a third person perspective, causing the official to collide with the turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: I wondered how long it would be before Kemp showed his true colours, blatantly pushing the referee into the corner there.
Gravedigger: Are you blind Jimmy? That was an obvious accident.
With the referee momentarily distracted clutching at his back in pain, Kemp seizes the moment, low-blowing Sol with his knee and causing him to drop down to his knees. He steps back, bouncing off the ropes as he does so and brings his foot forwards, almost kicking Teddy's head off with a punt.
Gravedigger: Back to the Minors! That's it Jimmy, the three-count is just a formality.
Jimmy Garcia: That was a hell of a kick, but it was only possible because of the low blow and the ref bump!
Gravedigger: Prove it Jim!
Kemp drops down into the cover, just as the referee regains his composure.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Kyle Kemp!
Kyle Kemp rubs Teddy’s mask in before getting up to have his arm raised in the air.
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle Kemp has proven that he is better than Teddy Sol. Stay with us because our Television Championship match is next! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:06:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:10:09 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Mandie Wheeler © vs Ryan Jones Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Last week at Meltdown we saw the debut of Ryan Jones in the Rising Stars Championship Battle Royal Invitational. He made it all the way to the final 3 before he was eliminated.
Gravedigger: Comes up short in a battle royal for a title last week, challenging for a totally different belt this week. Either this guy knows somebody up high or he's got a heck of a bank account.
Jimmy Garcia: Or it could just be management recognizing talent.
Gravedigger: There's no place for logic in pro wrestling.
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: And here we see our UCI Television Champion, the always lovely Mandie Wheeler. At Meltdown we saw Mandie successfully defend her Television Title in a fatal fourway watch that was amazing to watch.
Gravedigger: I'll give it a 4 out of 10.
Jimmy Garcia: Grumpy former wrestler hates new wrestling. Color me shocked.
Referee Jim Shorts takes the TV Title from Mandie and shows it to Jones before holding it up for the crowd to see.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from New York City, New York! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. He is “Random” Ryan Jones!
Jones gets a mixed reaction from a crowd still trying to get a feel from him. He stares up at the TV Title as it glistens in the bright lights.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Mandieville! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds. She is the UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler!
The crowd pops as Mandie stares up at the title one last time before the referee lowers it and takes it to the ropes to hand off. He signals for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: And that's the bell! Ryan Jones versus Mandie Wheeler, TV Title on the line.
Wheeler and Jones circle each other up, Mandie looking like she doesn't want to tie up right off the bat. Jones moving in, trying to back her into the corner, and Mandie no choice but to tie up. Jones backs her into the corner but Mandie quick to reverse it into a rear waistlock. Mandie with the schoolboy out of nowhere.
On-
Jimmy Garcia: NO! Jones powers out of the pin attempt before we can even get a one count!
Mandie back up to her feet and she quickly tries to go on the attack, going at the legs of Jones to take him back to the mat, but Jones gets her with an arm around the neck. Jones trying to lock in a standing guillotine choke but Wheeler backs him up against the ropes and the referee is forced to start up a five count. Jones lets go at 3 and backs off as Wheeler tries to get her bearing.
Jimmy Garcia: We've seen some great technical ability out of Mandie Wheeler since she debuted, but tonight it looks like she may have met her match in Ryan Jones.
Gravedigger: I'm not going to say that size matters, but size matters. Bad news for you Jimmy.
Jones going right after Wheeler, grabbing her by the arm and he tries to shoot her into the ropes. Wheeler comes off of them but ducks the clothesline attempt. Wheeler now behind Jones and she takes him to a knee with a well placed kick to the back of the legs. Mandie now grabbing Jones by the neck and she's trying to take him to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: She's going for the Mandie-Lock!
Jones fighting Mandie's submission attempt, refusing to give up his arm. Wheeler torquing the neck of Jones as he's trying desperately to get his free arm to the ropes. Fingertips brushing them as Wheeler again goes after his other arm. She finally gets it but it's just as Jones grabs the bottom rope and the referee is forced to start another five count. Wheeler lets up at 2, not happy that she let Jones so close to the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh man, so close to getting that devastating hold locked in place and forced to let it go.
Gravedigger: Maybe next time she'll be a little more aware of her surroundings.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh will you let up for once? Like you never made a mistake.
Gravedigger: Well there was a time when I thought you'd be a good broadcast partner, so you're right.
Jones hanging onto the ropes as he pulls himself up, Wheeler being forced back by the referee. Mandie not looking too happy as Jones is taking his time leaving the ropes and she tries going after him. Jones from out of nowhere with the drop toe hold and Wheeler bounces throat first off the middle rope. Jones rips Mandie off the rope and quickly drops her with the Snap Decision. Jones rolls her over for the pin attempt.
One!
Two!
T-
Gravedigger: Kickout!
Jimmy Garcia: Mandie with the shoulder up at 2 and a quarter!
Jones up to his feet as Mandie is trying to get up to her hands and knees. Wheeler pushing herself upright and Jones unloads with an EOD. But Mandie ducks it! Mandie avoids the superkick and hits the ropes. Mandie comes back and jumps, trying for a running crossbody. But Jones catches her!
Gravedigger: What strength! Jones caught Mandie at full speed trying for that crossbody!
Jones lets Mandie's feet hit the mat long enough to quickly spin her around and snap off the EOD. Wheeler hits the mat and Jones goes for the pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jimmy Garcia: And we have a new Television Champion!
"Master Debater" hits as Jones gets to his feet, arms raised in the air as the crowd looks on shocked. The referee retrieves the Television Title and raises Jones' arm before handing him the title. Jones continues to celebrate as the referee helps Mandie roll out of the ring and to her feet.
Gravedigger: Well in only his second match in UCI, Ryan Jones has captured the UCI Television Title. What a night for this guy.
Jimmy Garcia: And we see the sad look on the face of Mandie Wheeler. She gave it her all here tonight but came up just short in defending her title. I can't wait to see the rematch between these two, whenever it happens. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:11:25 GMT -6
Anonymous Segment The big screen flickers on, showing a close up image of a pair of aviator glasses sitting next to an ash tray. A lit cigarettes sits in the ash tray, sending a curl of smoke upward. After a few moments, a voice comes from off screen.
Shooter: Y’all so busy wonderin’ who I am. I guess I can tell you a little more, but it ain’t gonna help. Shooter McCool is somethin’ you gotta see in person to really understand it. I’m a 747 full of explosives, and I’m headed straight for UCI. The only samurai south of the Mason Dixon. The appalachian amazement. The great white hype machine. The ride every lady’s in line for. Believe me when I tell you, I’m all that and more. That ain’t what y’all should be worried about, though. Y’all should worry less about who I am, and more about what I’m gonna do.
A gnarled, calloused hand reaches into frame and grabs the cigarette from the ash tray. It disappears from the shot, and returns after a moment. The hand taps the column of ash off the end, and sets it back in the tray.
Shooter: Let me tell you a little about what I’m fixin’ to do. I’m about to walk into UCI and unleash a hellstorm like you sons of bitches ain’t ever seen. I’m comin’ in guns blazin’ and fists swingin’, and I ain’t leavin’ ‘til that UCI title is wrapped firmly around my waist, where it belongs. Now, I know every jackass who’s ever went anywhere says this same shit, but you better believe me when I say I ain’t like all them other jackasses, and I got the track record to prove it. Now I ain’t expectin’ nobody to kiss my ass because of what I done before. You’re damn sure gonna notice when I get to UCI though. You ain’t gotta believe me. You just gotta watch. See you soon.
The calloused hand pops back into frame to grab the cigarette, as the screen fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:16:04 GMT -6
Wade Moor vs Wentworth Updegraff Jr. Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from The Everglades, Florida! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is Wade Moor!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides in the ring lightning quick, and slithers towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and places it on the turnbuckle. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
Jimmy Garcia: Bit of a rough patch for Wade Moor recently, but nothing that a win here and there won’t fix!
Gravedigger: #BeachKrew4Lyfe, Jimmy! Get with it, scrub!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opp-
"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, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing his physique. He holds out his arms, presenting himself to the audience, as they shower him with boos. As he does this, Hunter sings his entrance theme loudly and obnoxiously into the mic.
Hunter Updegraff: I'm a... playa. You's a hater, see you later, trynna be down but you'll never be down so don't come around here!
Wentworth swats at an angry fans sign, before walking up the ring steps and wiping his feet on the apron. He slips through the ropes, and walks across the ring, slowly opening his robe to reveal his chiseled midsection.
Hunter Updegraff: There he is baby! Now, let me tell you a little somethin' about my boy's opponent tonight. He ain't shit, and we the tits, so this one already over! Updegraff bros. for life! WUT WUT!
The music dies, as Hunter poses and Wentworth stretches in his corner.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: We’re off!
Gravedigger: Tie up here.
Both men struggle for control like two kids at opposite ends of the rope during a game of tug o’ war. Wentworth attempts to sidestep Wade and slap on a headlock, but is lifted into the air.
Jimmy Garcia: Back suplex from Wade!
Wentworth lets out a cry of pain, but quickly gets back to his feet as Wade catches him and lifts him high into the air.
Gravedigger: Going for a vertical variation here.
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth shifting the weight though!
Gravedigger: DDT from Wentworth!
One!
Kick-Out!
Wentworth drops down to a knee, locking his arm tight around Wade’s head as he squeezes down on the hold.
Jimmy Garcia: Wade pushing up to his feet!
In a great display of strength, Wade lifts Wentworth up in a back suplex position once more, but steps forward and places him atop the turnbuckle before delivering a couple of hard elbows to the thick of the back and setting Wentworth up in the tree of woe and heading towards the opposite corner.
Gravedigger: Cannonball!!!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: That was close! Props to Wentworth for kickout of a big move like that one!
Wade pulls Wentworth up, lifting him up into scoop slam position, but Wentworth manages to drop behind.
Gravedigger: Jumping neckbreaker!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Back and forth action between Moor and Updegraff!
Gravedigger: It’s Updegraff Jr.! Respect the Updegraff family tree!
Jimmy Garcia: Both men back up now as knife edge chops are being trade here left and right!
As each smack hits the opposing man’s chest, the crowd let’s out a rhythmic repeating “woo!”
Gravedigger: Wade bouncing off the ropes here.
Jimmy Garcia: Knee to the gut by Wentworth Updegraff!
Wentworth steps behind Wade, locking his arms in place for the German suplex and lifting him behind him.
Gravedigger: Wade lands on his feet!
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t turn around, Wentworth!
Gravedigger: Three sheets to the wind!
The flapjack sends Wentworth face first into the turnbuckle, but he manages to stay wobbling on his feet as Wade charges off the ropes and leaps into the air.
Gravedigger: Broseidon Punc-!
Jimmy Garcia: CHECK CUTTER!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Jimmy Garcia: A huge match between two big time names in this industry!
Gravedigger: Indeed, Jimmy! Add that one to the history books! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:17:22 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2016 3:19:41 GMT -6
Andre Holmes Segment Backstage in the Vivint Smart Home Arena, Andre Holmes is directly facing the camera lens; marching forward in his fully sponsored Reebox gear. He removes the black silk hoodie over his head, and enters into his personal locker room. Inside, he walks over to the bench, unzipping his suitcase to find his wrestling gear is gone. Andre looks around confused, trying to find if he misplaced them.
Andre Holmes: Where the hell did I put?
He opens the locker door, and it’s also empty. Scratching his temple, what the hell is going on? A knock is heard on the door, and it’s a production team member.
Staff Member: Two minutes till’ your match.
Andre Holmes: Hey, do you see my gear? I can’t find it.
Staff Member: Oh. You didn’t get the memo? The costume team are giving you new gear by request.
Andre Holmes: Spencer Adams is giving me new gear? SWEET!
Staff Member: Mhm, oh here you go.
One of the costume team members comes in to drop a box with his new gear folded. Happier than a mothafucka’, he rips off the plastic wrap, and digs his hands into the box. Unfortunately, his demeanour changes to an enraged on as his gear has been colorized by the rainbow itself. He snaps to the member; grappling his hands on his collar.
Andre Holmes: WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. THIS?!
Staff Member: Is what your friend requested!
Andre Holmes: Who?!
Jack Schlongson: Me!
Andre released the staff member, letting him run away from his life. Slowly turning around to find Jack leaned against the steel locker holding a #TeamRekless shirt. That happy smile from ear to ear but Andre’s heavy breathing, and muscle twitching body was eager to destroy Jack.
Jack Schlongson: Don’t be mad baby. For us to work as a team, we must also dress as a team. Your old attire was so plain, so black, and red. It’s like dressing a fourteen year old girl for her first My Chemical Romance concert. I added in some colors so we can stand out together.
Andre Holmes: You went through my personal belongings, my stuff?!
Jack Schlongson: I know you’re mad but I’m thinking for the sake of our team. We’re undefeated, and I want us to be that way. After all, the undefeated wrestler on this team is doing what’s best. You should be taking my advice very ca-
Out of nowhere, Andre quickly rushes forward to try, and boot Jack’s head off but Jack ducks under the attempted Yakuza Kick. A loud clang is heard when Andre’s right foot bents the steel locker door inwards, and Jack bolts out of his locker room before any more harm can be inflicted. The camera quickly switches back to the interior of the arena. |
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