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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:42:09 GMT -6
Introduction
Albuquerque, New Mexico is ready for another episode of UCI: Sunday Night Overload. What better place to visit athletic events than the home of the Jackson Wink MMA Academy. Many legends, and veterans have passed through this phenomenal city in their careers but now, UCI is making its home event of it’s weekly episode in this prestigious company. We cut to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia seated at the commentary table.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to another episode of Sunday Night Overload live in the WiesPies Arena of Albuquerque, New Mexico! Tonight, the undefeated #TeamRekless will defend their undefeated streak against former UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler, and ACTUAL World Champion Kyle Cameron!
Gravedigger: Besides that boring main event, we got dat’ Television Title rematch doe! My boy Kyle Kemp of #BeachKrew defending HIS UCI Television Championship against Ryan Jones.
Jimmy Garcia: Yeah. With all that said, let’s beg--
Jimmy doesn't get out another word before Alex Richards storms down the ramp. He doesn't bother cuing his music, or if he did he didn't bother waiting for it. He doesn't even have a drink on him for his trip to the ring. The crowd gives a hero's welcome for the world champion, which he normally appreciates, but tonight it appears like he hardly notices it. He enters the ring, an angry expression on his face as he takes the microphone from Taylor Lorde.
Jimmy Garcia: As I was saying, coming up next we have an unscheduled appearance from Alex Richards.
Gravedigger: Even if it was scheduled you wouldn't know...like you can actually read the format.
Alex Richards: Normally I have jokes... I'm not in the mood for jokes. Last week Shadowlove punked out my brother and my girlfriend. And our general manager punked me out. That ends now. Jayson Price.. you called me out for A Nightmare on South Street. I don't want to wait that long.. I'm calling you out now.
"Explosia" by Gojira hits the speakers and really over the top pyro starts to go off, almost like the general manager is taunting Alex about what happened to him at the previous pay per view. Jayson Price steps through the curtain. But unlike the previous week this time he receives loud boos from most of the crowd. He does still get a few cheers. Legendary former world champions always have their fans. Jayson begins to walk down the ramp, then smirks and stands at the top of the stage instead.
Alex Richards: C'mon Jayson.. I just want to give you your props. Maybe a few fist bumps...
The crowd cheers obviously knowing Alex wants to fight. But instead Jayson draws a mic to his lips.
Jayson Price: Alex, Alex, Alex. Come now, we both know that if I walk down this ramp and come into that ring, you're going to ball up one of your fat, filthy little fists and try to punch me while these inbred hicks in attendence cheer you on. So let's cut the charade, I'll stay right up here and you stay right down there, safe and sound from the unholy ass beating that we both know I can deliver. And if you'd care to disagree with me, I believe we have a little footage from last week cued up.
Price points up to the jumbotron but Alex raises his microphone before the video can play.
Alex Richards: We all know you can hit me with a mic from behind when I'm distracted. That might be how it went down last week. But that isn't gonna be how it goes down at Nightmare. This time I know who I'm fighting. You can stay away now but you can't avoid me on October 2nd. But c'mon down and prove me wrong. I'll even let you use that mic again...
Alex sets his mic down and motions Jayson forward
Jayson Price: You'll get your chance to experience deja vu on October 2nd when I leave you laid out and bloodied. Only this time when I do it, I'm taking your World Title with me. But what is it that you want right now? You didn't just call me out here to try and goad me into the ring, did you? Because I'm kind of a busy guy, you know, being the General Manager and all. So come on, out with it. I know you're more accustomed to using that mouth of yours as a vacuum cleaner but let's see if you can use it to say an intelligent thought for once.
Alex Richards: No, actually that was about it. I'm a simple man Price, I just wanted to fight. But the fact I took you away from your cheap hookers and cheaper scotch is just an added perk. But now that you mentioned it it don't exactly seem right that you used your power as general manager to get yourself a random world title match and I get nothing in return. I mean that seems like the sort of thing that got Benjamin and Spencer Adams knocked out of power now don't it?
The crowd cheers and a portion of them start and impreach Price chant.
Alex Richards: Nah, I don't want that. But I figure since Jayson got to bloody me last week I would like the chance to return the favor..
Jayson Price: And I'll give you a chance to return that favor!
The crowd pops.
Jayson Price: ...on October 2nd...
The crowd boos.
Jayson Price: when LIVE from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the greatest city in the world, I proudly bring to all of you sweaty, fat grease balls the greatest wrestling event in the history of the business, A Nightmare On South Street. But let's be honest, I could give you a million chances to bust open this face and you'd screw up all of them. No, I'm not coming down that ramp tonight, unlike you I've got a brain and I can smell a trap coming from a mile away. So what's say you stop wasting my time and you say whatever it is you need to say so I can get back to running this show.
Price reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his flask.
Alex smiles at Jayson.
Alex Richards: Go ahead... take a drink. You deserve it for the great job you did booking Nightmare on South Street. No.. I'm not being sarcastic, I'm serious. That is one bad ass show. See, I knew you weren't going to give me the chance to get my pound of flesh today. But what's a main event in Philadelphia without a little violence? So Jayson, you had the sack to challenge the champion last week. But do you have the sack to challenge the world champion... in a taipei cage of death match?
The crowd erupts, all wrestling crowds are bloodthirsty and this one is no exception.
Price spits out a cloud of expensive bourban, to which he immediately regrets because that shit is expensive. But Price doesn't look shocked, rather he looks astonished that Alex would suggest such a match.
Jayson Price: Taipei Cage Of Death? You and me, hands covered in glass and inside of a cage? You really want to go that route after you saw what I did to Chelsea Armstrong the last time I competed in that type of match? You remember her, don't you Alex? Of course you do, she was a friend of yours. A pretty little thing, right up until I dragged my glass covered fist all across her face. You really want that to be the way the fans see you lose your title? A bloodied, pathetic mess?
Alex Richards: I wouldn't expect a man like you to understand Price. But you will. When I lose the title I might be a bloody, pathetic mess. But I'll go down fighting. I won't be like you. Leeching off of other wrestlers, desperately hanging on as the general manager. I will always remember that match you had against Chelsea, Price. Just like you will always remember this one.
Jayson Price: See, that's where you have me all wrong Alex. You think that I'm simply leeching off of the talent around me, when the fact is that I'm finally doing the job that needs done. You as the UCI World Champion? You? People point to me and call me a disgrace to the business, but I've acheived more than any of the little pissants that ridicule me and the career that I've strung together. But you, Alex, you are a disgrace. To this company. To this business. And to the UCI World Title. When I found you all those years back, I saw a young, raw talent that was hungry to make a name for himself. I thought, hey, here's a guy that doesn't have it all together quite yet but he's shown enough promise that he'll get there. But instead, you've gone from young and hungry for success to fat, bloated and hungry for fourths. You're no longer that talented rookie that was primed to eventually climb the ladder, now you're just a delusional bastard that just happened to be in the right place at the right time. But I'll tell you what Alex, I'll go ahead and I'll give you the match that you want. Call me old fashioned, but I just can't ignore a dead man's final request.
Alex Richards: I knew I could count on you Jayson. To be so full of yourself you walk right into my trap. You gave me everything I needed, everything I wanted and still think you got the better end of the deal. When that cage closes though, when my glass covered fist connects with your jaw you'll see what a mistake you made. You'll realize you picked a fight with the wrong champion.. But now that I have my match there's no reason not to..
Alex moves with great quickness through the ropes and makes a beeline for Jayson Price. Unfortunately for him security moves quicker, getting in between the champion and the general manager before any combat can ever take place.
Jayson Price: See, like I said, unlike you I've got a brain. A brain that knew you'd call me out after last week and that knew you'd try to come after me. What exactly did you expect to happen here tonight, Alex? Retribution?
The crowd boos as Alex continues to try fighting through the security.
Jayson Price: You don't get retribution, Alex. You don't deserve it. Last week you got just a taste of what you deserve and in about 2 weeks you're going to get the full dose. So please, do have yourself a good night.
Price flips Alex the bird and turns around to head backstage. With a roar, Alex bursts through the line of guards and tackles Price from behind. Richards able to get off a few shots to the back of Price's head before security rips him off. Price scampers through the curtain as fast as he can as Richards holds up what appears to be a handful of beard hairs, which draws a huge reaction from the crowd.
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:47:59 GMT -6
If Michael Whin is victorious, he will be added to the Rising Stars Championship match at Rite of Passage. Michael Whin vs Courtney Leinart
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The video feed fades back, revealing “The queen Staten Island” standing in the ring, looking around in awe at the massive numbers in the sold out WisePies arena.
A loud booming voice is heard over the speakers
Make It A Win!
Live to Win blares as Michal Whin makes his way onto the stage. He holds up 3 fingers making a 'W', a huge grin plastered on his face.
He takes a run down the ramp and slides into the ring, leaping onto the turnbuckle, extending his arms out closing his eyes and taking it all in.
Taylor Lorde: ‘Introducing first! Hailing from Los Angeles, California! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is “The Gentleman Monster” Michael Whin!’
Whin spins out into the middle of the ring, and falls to his knees with his arm outstretched, expecting to be showered in cheers by the 20,000 fans in attendance, instead he is greeted by jeers and boo’s, apparently one bad pun is enough to earn the hatred of the UCI fans.
Michal leaps onto the Turnbuckle and extends his arms closing his eyes and taking it all in as the fans boo him.
He hops off the turnbuckle grabbing a microphone and a small black bag
Michal: Courtney, Courtney, Courtney! First off let me just say I am truly sorry... last week didn't go how you wanted it to I'm sure.
But you showed some... erm... hm... pizazz... but alas it wasn't enough... but I felt a little bad for the self proclaimed Queen of Staten Island... so I got you something!
Michal digs through the bag and smiles pulling out a little silver tiara
Michal: This is like a participation trophy ms Queen. It's small, useless, and means absolutely nothing. Kinda like You and Staten Island! No need to thank me, you deserve this. Remember Courtney... Make it A Whin!
Jimmy: ‘This guy rubs me the wrong way, he seems to love himself just a little too much…’
‘Digger: ‘This is what’s wrong with the world, if a guy acts a little confident all you little sensitive snowflakes think that he’s an asshole!’
Jimmy: ‘Erhm, ‘Digger, you do see him bowing to a booing crowd before the match is even over, don’t you?’
‘Digger: ‘And what’s so wrong with that!?’
The two men are interrupted when Lorde continues.
Taylor Lorde: ‘Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Staten Island, New York! At five feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 110 pounds. She is “The Queen of Staten Island” Courtney Leinart!’
Leinart looks around and waves to the crowd, earning a few claps.
Ding Ding Ding!
As soon as the bell rings, Courtney Leinart attempts to rush Whin, trying to hit him with a leaping clothesline.
Jimmy: ‘And Michal ducks the attack!’
‘Digger: ‘Discus Clothesline, to the back of Leinart’s neck!’
Jimmy: ‘and Courtney might be out, did you see the way her head snapped back?’
Whin picks Leinart back up, putting her limp arm around his neck, posing for pictures for a moment before hitting a back suplex, drawing another boo from the crowd.
He gets on top of her and starts delivering hard right shots, continuing with strike after strike, eventually even busting Leinart open.
Jimmy: ‘C’mon ref, stop the match already, the girl is out!’
‘Digger: ‘If she can’t take the heat then she shouldn’t have gotten in the damn ring!’
The referee is apparently on Garcia’s side as he yells at Whin to get off Courtney, Michal complies and stands up, and walks to the ropes to pose for the crowd, making sure he steps on Leinart’s head on the way.
The referee attempts to communicate with the heavily bleeding Courtney as she stands back up, only relenting when she pushes him out of the way to charge Whin with a screech.
Hearing the high-pitched noise, Michal turns around and hits Leinart with a stiff backhand slap, the impact sending her to her knees and drawing another disgusted reaction from the crowd.
Whin smiles and bends over, hitting Leinart lightly with his open palm a few times, just playing with her until she finally fights back, hitting Whin with a slap of her own, causing a short lived positive reaction to ripple through the arena, but it quickly ends as the crowd realises that Whin is still smiling, the slap having barely fazed him.
He grabs Leinart under her arms and lifts her to her feet before irish whipping her into the far ropes, as she rebounds towards him he tosses her up into the air, catching Courtney on his shoulders before sitting down and driving her shoulders down into the mat with a Sitout-powerbomb
Jimmy: ‘The “Winning Factor”!’
Whin remains seated, keeping Leinart’s shoulders pinned to the mat
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: ‘Here is your winner: Michal WHIIIIIN!!!’
Whin stands up and mouths off to the crowd as his hand is raised, before walking up the ramp, pausing only once he’s at the top to look back and pose with his arms extended
Jimmy: ‘Well, say what you will about his attitude, this was a great showing by the rookie!’
‘Digger: ‘Yeah, he has a great future here in UCI, he’s a real “Whinner”!’
Jimmy: ‘Please don’t…’ |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:53:41 GMT -6
Stevie Corah vs PerZag
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from Benalia, Victoria, Australia! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 216 pounds. He is “The Worthiest of All” PerZag!
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: This man PerZag has been on an absolute tear since coming to UCI!
Gravedigger: You know, he really has, Jimmy.
Jimmy Garcia: The real question mark is his opponent!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Brixton, South London! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 280 pounds. He is “Pure Brixton Brutality” Stevie Corah!
As the music plays, Corah steps slowly on to the stage carrying a bottle of ale. He rips the cap off with his teeth and quickly downs it before smashing it on the ground. In his other hand is a microphone into which he shouts over the music, announcing himself in to the match
Corah: Ladies and Gentlemen, please get to your feet, raise your beers and prepare to see the greatest fighter the world has ever seen. Anybody of a squeamish disposition look away now because what you are about to see is nothing short of pure...Brixton...brutality.
Any fans of Corah shout the last three words with him, and he flips a finger at any that don't. He climbs into the ring and throws a few air punches, preparing for his opponent.
Gravedigger: I like this guy! We need more assholes around this place.
Jimmy Garcia: If his demeanor is reflective of his skills, this one could be a bloody fight!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: They lock up to kick off this one!
Gravedigger: Who gets excited about a tie up, Jimmy? I swear, you’re way too easily amused..
Jimmy Garcia: Just call the match like you’re supposed to.
PerZag shoves Corah back against the ropes, but is caught with a kick to the jaw on the rebound before he locks his arm under the chin.
Gravedigger: Going for the DDT here.
Jimmy Garcia: Bridging suplex counter by PerZag!
One!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Nice little exchange there.
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag whipping around now, headlock applied as he looks to try to break down Corah early on!
Corah pushes up, lifting PerZag to his feet as he spins around before dropping PerZag to the mat.
Gravedigger: Nice sort of spinning front slam there!
Jimmy Garcia: Corah laying into PerZag now with those strikes!
The ref tries to back up Corah, but Corah hits PerZag with a few more strikes before going for the cover.
One!
Kick-Out!
Stevie gets to his feet, stomping away at PerZag a few times before taking to a corner.
Gravedigger: Corah trying to remove that turnbuckle padding now.
Jimmy Garcia: The ref continuing to argue with Corah here as the pad is removed!
PerZag gets to his feet, catching Corah from behind.
Gravedigger: Rollup from PerZag!
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag to his feet!
Corah pushes to his knees as PerZag cocks back and sends the side of his boot crashing against Corah’s temple.
Gravedigger: Kick to the head from PerZag!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Close call there! PerZag really caught him with that one!
PerZag pushes up, making his way to the middle turnbuckle before playing up his theatrics a bit as he rubs his elbow against the palm of his hand.
Gravedigger: Looking for that elbow drop as Corah gets to his feet now.
Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline counter as PerZag crashes and burns!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Another close call there as PerZag barely gets the shoulder up.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s the thing with UCI competition. These competitors hit so hard that each shot can really take the wind out of you and we quickly see people getting into nearfall range!
Corah gets up, dragging PerZag back up with him as he delivers a few knees to the gut before whipping his opponent off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Looking for that finish perhaps.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the face from PerZag, going for The Worthiest Move of All!
Gravedigger: Corah wiggles out though as he whips PerZag towards the ropes again!
Corah catches PerZag on the way back, lifting him high in the air.
Jimmy Garcia: The Murderzone! He makes the cover!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Stevie Corah!
Corah’s music plays out as the new talent raises his hand high in the air, looking down at PerZag with disdain.
Gravedigger: Good showing here by both men honestly!
Jimmy Garcia: That finisher of Corah’s is just brutal though! Good showing by PerZag nonetheless! |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:55:39 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:56:39 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 22:58:34 GMT -6
Celeste Mallory vs Ryo Ishikawa Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The One Punch Man Opening Trap Remix blasts over the PA system and the fans pop loudly, eagerly awaiting the arrival of The Bishōnen Brawler. After a few seconds, he emerges from behind the curtain wide smile on his face as he soaks in the approval of the audience for a few moments before making his way down to the ring.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan! At six feet tall, weighing in at 205 pounds. He is “The Bishonen Brawler” Ryo Ishikawa!
Ryo climbs into the ring and waves to the fans as his music dies. The arena goes dark. The pulsating sounds of her 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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Cotswolds, England! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 122 pounds. She is the UCI Rising Stars Champion, “Pretty Little Devil” Celeste Mallory!
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….
The ref gives both wrestlers a quick reading of the rules, before calling for the bell.
Gravedigger: And we are underway with what should be a phenomenal match.
Ding Ding Ding!
The two wrestlers lock up in the middle of the ring, and Ryo immediately turns it into a side headlock. Celeste falls back, bouncing him off the ropes and sending him across the ring. On the rebound, she jumps and hits him with a back elbow to the jaw. They both hit the ground, and Celeste locks on an armbar. Ryo shifts their weight, and rolls her back into a surprise pin.
One!
...No! Celeste kicks out. They both pop up and lock up in the middle of the ring. Ryo reaches down and grabs Celeste’s leg, pulling her to the ground and trying to lock in a sharpshooter. She quickly drags them both across the ring, and grabs onto the ropes. The ref gets between them and pushes Ryo back, allowing Celeste to stand back up. Celeste runs back and bounces off the ropes, but stops when Blanche Corrigan’s music begins to play. She walks out onto the entrance stage and motions for Celeste to come and get it, and Celeste immediately dives out of the ring, sprinting toward Blanche. They both run back behind the curtain, as the ref begins to count.
Gravedigger: What the hell? Celeste just runs off to attack Blanche? Can we get a camera back there at least?!
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Ten!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by count-out, Ryo Ishikawa!
Ryo just looks confused, and rolls out of the ring, making his way to the back.
Jimmy Garcia: Very strange ending to that match. Hopefully we can update you as the night goes on. |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:00:36 GMT -6
Kuno Kenji Segment
The screen fades in, showing a scene of the Backstage area at the WisePies Arena, the cameraman appears to be running down a long corridor, probably having gotten some form of tip that a confrontation about to happen. The crowd, sensing the impending confrontation, stand up and get their cameras ready, the viewers at home can hear a buzz rising in volume.
The buzz abruptly stops as the cameraman comes to a halt and the camera focuses on what management told him to, leaving hundreds of thousands of computer and television screens worldwide showing a live video feed of a young man with cat ears lazily batting around a ball of yarn in the middle of a corridor of an arena with a capacity to house 20,000 hardcore fans, 20,000 hardcore fans that are now expressing their shock with a colorful mixture of vulgar expressions, save for a few women and children who are maintaining a low ‘aww~’
Moe Star Bani: ‘Kawaii!~’
Kuno looks up from the yarn, turning to the voice with a drowsy look on his face, when he recognizes the three girls coming towards him he jumps up, a total look of awe on his face, quickly replaced by a massive blush as the three girls start pulling and at his ears, trying to figure out how he is making them move like that, letting out high-pitched squeaks at every twitch.
Kuno: ‘M-moe Stars, what are you doing here!?’
Biyaku manages to tear her eyes away from the magnificent, intriguing mystery of Kuno’s cat-ears
Moe star Biyaku: ‘Onii-sama wants to talk, he said he has big plans for you!’
Kuno: ‘The Hentai Prince has plans for me, why would he want me to be in on his plans?’’
Bani opens her mouth to answer, but Biyaku manages to cover it with her hand, letting only a startled yelp escape it; before Bani can finish turning to her with a look of anger on her face, Biyaku points out the camera crew standing only slightly hidden behind a few boxes of media equipment.
Horrified by the fact that she almost gave away Hentai Prince’s big surprise, Bani hides her face in her hands, her blush shining through her fingers.
Biyaku shows her white teeth in a secretive smile.
Moe star Biyaku: ‘We can’t tell you here, but come down to Adam-chan’s dressing room, he has some people he wants you to meet!’
Kuno: ‘A meeting me? O-okay let’s go, i guess…’
The quartet walk off, but not before Botan turns back and walks up the camera, her face filling up the entire big screen in the arena.
Moe star Botan: ‘Hey UCI, get ready, something’s coming, something big, something KAWAII!’
Botan sticks her tongue out and does a V-sign with her hands before running back to the other three, ruffling Kuno’s hair as they walk away causing him to complain loudly as the scene fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:03:59 GMT -6
Shadowlove vs Jack Scorpion
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Hailing from Boston, Massacheusetts! At five feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 175 pounds. He is “#IronAmerica” Jack Scorpion!
[Lights go out as Purple Lamborghini rocks the arena, the fans start to mark out. Few minutes later we see a man walking out with a hood over his head and once the music plays more. He flings his head up and extends his arms as he smirks and says, “I’m Back”]
Biggest boss and I been the trillest
I'm a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex
Murder on my mind, it's time to pray to God
My revolver is not religious, the revolution’s born
You wanna know my name then go and tell them Sarg
You wanna know my gang: Suicide Squad
Pistol on my waist, I might make a mistake
Dead shot, head shot, oh my god, am I crazy?
Drugs every corner, this is Gotham City
Killer Croc came to kidnap you, to cut out your kidney
Ain't no mercy, got that purple Lamborghini lurkin'
Rozay, don't you know that pussy worth it
Flooded Rolex at the Grammy awards
They still sellin' dope, that's those Miami boys
Killers everywhere, it ain't no place to run
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun
[Jack continues to walk down the ramp as the pyro goes off from the top of the ramp and on the sides as Jack flings his head back and walks down the ramp.]
Ain't no mercy, a-ain't no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini, purple Lamborghini lurkin'
Ain't no mercy, a-ain't no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin (Rozay!)
[Jack hops onto steel steps and stays there as the crowd chanted, Holy shit, Holy shit. Jack soon entered the ring and flings against the side ropes extending his arms in the air as a huge set of pyro goes off. While he waits for his opponent to show, the music plays its final verse while Jack smirks.]
[Outro]
Power
Greed
Devious
Needs
Highstakes
(Cash money)
Dope boy
(Rap money)
Real hip
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun
(Rozay!)
Jimmy Garcia: This could be match of the night! A great star from elsewhere facing off against a man who could be described as “Mr. UCI”!
Gravedigger: It’s sexy Asian lady time, Ladies and Gents!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. 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: Two confident stars here! Can Shadowlove keep focus in this one with his attention seemingly turned towards Alex Richards?!
Gravedigger: Something, something...Shadowlove. Something, something...Richards. Whatever. Miyamoto time.
Ding Ding Ding!
As the bell rings, Scorpion sprints forward, leaping on top of Shadowlove.
Jimmy Garcia: Thesz Press from Scorpion, with the strikes now!
Gravedigger: Solid strategy.
As Scorpion lays into Shadowlove, Miyamoto grabs hold of the bottom rope as she teases illegal entry into the matchup. Scorpion catches sight of this and gets off Shadowlove to confront his manager.
Jimmy Garcia: Scorpion and Miyamoto having some words here!
Gravedigger: He better not disrespect Miyamoto! She is a beautiful woman!
Shadowlove now to his feet, blindsides Scorpion with an elbow to the back of the head before sending him crashing head first into the post.
Jimmy Garcia: Effective strategy by Shadowlove and Miyamoto!
Miyamoto smiles, slowly clapping her hands as Shadowlove blows his manager a seductive kiss. He then charges towards Scorpion who is now sitting with his back against the post.
Gravedigger: Knee right to the face there as Shadow drags him in for the cover.
One!
Kick-Out!
Shadowlove pushes to his feet, running off the ropes and leaping into the air for a splash.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack with the knees up as he cradles him!
One!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Good counter there with the knees.
Both men get to their feet one after the other and begin trading blows in the center of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Right after left, these two are really going after it!
As Shadow goes to throw a hard right, Scorpion ducks it, dipping behind his opponent and pulling him into his knee.
Gravedigger: Backbreaker from Scorpion!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Scorpion pulling him up now, going for the German!
As Scorpion goes to lift Shadowlove over his head, the Handsome Half-Breed shifts his weight back down.
Gravedigger: Stunner from Shadowlove!
Scorpion appears dazed as Shadow makes it back to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Knee to the gut from Shadowlove!
Gravedigger: He pulls Scorpion in.
Jimmy Garcia: Dark Gift connects!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Shadowlove!
Shadowlove rejoices on the outside with Ms. Miyamoto as Scorpion collects himself in the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Solid win for Shadowlove here, one that should send a message to Alex Richards! |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:05:51 GMT -6
Adam Kurosawa Segment
Fade in from black, The Hentai Prince is seen walking down the hall with a pep in his step while whistles an energetic tune. After passing a few unlabeled doors, he stops at a black door and knocks. Hearing a muffled response from the other side, he opens the door and from the hallway, the camera could spy that it was The Bishonen Brawler lacing his boots for his match up later that night.
The Hentai Prince: Ahhh! It is so nice to finally meet you!
The Hentai Prince walks in with his hand thrusted outward. The Bishonen Brawler stands to his feet and reluctantly shakes the extended hand.
The Bishonen Brawler: Uhhh...
The Hentai Prince: I don’t want to get too into it right now. But I came here to tell you that ever since seeing you sign with UCI that I have been dying to get in touch! A Phone call or tweet just wouldn’t do! I had to meet you in person, here, tonight! I have been waiting all week and now we finally meet!
There is a pause as The Brawler shifted his glance towards the camera hanging outside in the doorway.
The Bishonen Brawler: Okaaaay…
The Hentai Prince: Again, I don’t want to get too into it right now, but I have big plans! Something I am sure you will be interested in hearing about but we must move quick and meet with some other people; somewhere private so we aren’t bothered by the cameras and such! I assure you, you will not want to miss an opportunity like this!
The Hentai Prince wraps his arm around The Brawler’s shoulders and gives a reaffirming shake while leading him out of the locker room and into the hall. As they distance themselves from the camera, The Hentai Prince’s voice can be heard slowly trailing off with the reverberation of the concrete walls.
The Hentai Prince: Wonderful! It truly is! I see us making a big splash as... |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:06:24 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:07:10 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:10:14 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Contention Adam Kurosawa vs Jonathan Porter
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 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 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.
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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania! At six feet tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the “The Wolf God” Jonathan “Fang” Porter!
He walks down to the ring, taking his leather jacket off as he gets there and hands it to a ring attendant. He then slides in the ring slowly. He stands up and looks around the arena taking in the reaction of the crowd.
Senior Referee Phil Brooks instructs both men to go to their corners before he signals for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: And there's the bell! This match is underway!
Both men come out of thier corners and circle up before Fang goes for the tie-up. Kurosawa ducks under his outstretched arms and rolls forward on the mat before popping up to his feet. Kurosawa with a chop across the chest of Fang. Fang responds with a mighty chop of his own that drops Kurosawa to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Oof. I highly doubt that The Hentai Prince wants to get into a chopping contest with Fang. That'd be like trying to challenging Gravedigger to a grumpy old man contest.
Gravedigger: Ha. Ha ha. Christ, who the hell writes your material?
Jimmy Garcia: Yo momma.
Fang with two handfuls of hair as he's trying to drag Kurosawa to his feet. The referee yelling for him to get off the hair but Fang ignores him as he shoves Kurosawa backward into the ropes. He bounces off of them and Fang lays into him with another chop across the chest. Kurosawa covers his chest up and Fang clothesline him to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: And we'd be remiss if we didn't mention the fact that this match is for a shot at the UCI Televison Championship. And by the way things are looking early on, Fang is gunning for the shot to be champion.
Fang shoves Kurosawa back to the mat and covers him for the pin attempt.
ONE-
NO!
Gravedigger: And that was barely a one count. Weak.
Jimmy Garcia: Ever worry that the wrestlers will hear the things you say?
Gravedigger: I'll just say it was you. Nobody trusts your weird ass.
Fang again dragging Kurosawa up by the hair as the referee is in his ear about letting go. He gets him up and Kurosawa fights back with a right hand under the jaw. Fang caught off guard and releases the hair before Kurosawa leaps up and connects with a calf kick to the chest. Fang sent stumbling backward as The Hentai Prince bounces off the ropes. He leaps up and takes Fang to the mat with a flying headscissors. Kurosawa with the quick pin attempt.
One!
T-
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: And Kurosawa manages to get a one count before Fang kicks out.
Kurosawa heading for the corner as Fang tries to get to his feet. Kurosawa leaps up to the top rope and positions himself before Fang throws himself into the ropes, knocking him crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. Kurosawa wincing as he grabs hold of himself while Fang climbs out onto the apron and heads for the corner. Fang now climbing up the ropes.
Gravedigger: What on Earth is Fang going for here?
Fang grabbing hold of Kurosawa from behind as he balances himself on the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: It would appear as though he's trying to set Kurosawa up for a modified full nelson slam from the top rope. Mama mia, this can't end well.
Fang trying to lift Kurosawa up but The Hentai Prince is trying his damndest to fight back. Fang trying to stay balanced and Kurosawa takes advantage by hitting him with a back elbow to the face. Kurosawa drops to the mat as Fang loses his balance and lands crotch first on the top rope. Hentai Prince now leaping up off the middle rope and he catches Fang with a knee to the face.
Jimmy Garcia: What a move! Fang might be out cold!
But Fang falls the wrong way and lands outside the ring as Kurosawa is forced to slide out of the ring to bring him back in. Kurosawa now dragging Fang to his feet before he rolls him in under the bottom rope. Kurosawa slides back in and goes for the pin.
One!
Two!
Thr-
NO!
Gravedigger: And Fang kicks out! That knee was brutal as hell but falling out of the ring may have saved this match for him.
Kurosawa obviously frustrated as he again goes for the corner. Kurosawa leaping up to the top rope and he positions himself.
Jimmy Garcia: This could be it!
Fang trying to sit up as Kurosawa sets up for the NTR. He leaps off with the backflip as Fang rolls out of the way. Kurosawa somehow able to land on his feet but he appears to tweak his ankle. Fang capitalizes with a kick to the lower leg that drops him to one knee. Fang now grabbing Kurosawa by the head and pulls him back up.
Gravedigger: Fatal Shot!
Fang goes to hit the cutter but Kurosawa shoves him off and into the ropes. Fang bounces off of them and Kurosawa hits him in the face with a dropsault. Kurosawa looking to the corner but his ankle starts to buckle under him. Fang pushing himself up and Kurosawa grabs him from behind.
Jimmy Garcia: Chikankoi Stretch!
Kurosawa with Fang in the camel clutch and the referee drops to check on him. Fang refusing to tap as Kurosawa tightens the hold.
Gravedigger: Is he going to tap?!
Fang fading fast as Kurosawa yells for him to tap. The referee checks on him again and Fang lets out a final "no" before he passes out. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
Jimmy Garcia: And that's it! Fang succumbs to the Chikankoi Stretch!
Gravedigger: And with that he's earned a shot at the UCI Television title.
"Love Taste" hits as Kurosawa gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the referee. Fang is finally coming to on the mat as the referee moves to check on him. Fang shoves him away, pissed off by the fact that he passed out. Kurosawa exits the ring and celebrates as he makes his way up the ramp. Overload goes to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:10:55 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:18:20 GMT -6
Teddy Sol vs Jericho Salazar
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
Gravedigger: Oh really Taylor? What a shock!
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: Teddy Sol certainly looks up for this! I'm glad he's back!
Gravedigger: But for how long, Jimmy? Surely he's due another random injury at any point soon!
Jimmy: He's literally just come back from one.
Gravedigger: Exactly. He's due.
The lights then go out and the arena is plunged into pitch black darkness. The lights then begin to strobe violently while Abnormity – Shattered to the bone starts blaring out of the speakers.
Jimmy: Oh by the way folks, if you're epileptic, you probably should have turned over a minute ago.
Gravedigger: Ya think? Way to go Jimmy, you just killed a third of our audience.
Jimmy: Why?
Gravedigger: Late warnings are late warnings. May as well tell you all now there'll be violence in the show tonight.
Jimmy: Well, yes, there will be and there has been. That goes without saying.
Gravedigger: You're so on the ball – why am I even here?
Teddy is busy in the ring, trying to not have a seizure or something – holding his hands over his eyes and ears. Meanwhile, Jericho Salazar sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.
Jimmy: He's going for the attack!
Gravedigger: About 5 minutes ago!
Sure enough, Jericho tries to sucker punch Teddy Sol with a big boot to the face while Teddy is leaning against the ropes, trying to not vomit at the sensory overload that is simulating a flash bang grenade.
Jimmy: Teddy goes to the outside! This match hasn't even started yet but Teddy just took a massive boot to the face and went flying over the top rope!
Salazar stands in the ring, taunting Teddy while the crowd boos vehemently. The referee slides out to check on Teddy, to make sure he can continue. After a few seconds, Teddy assures him, that yes, he certainly can thank you very much and let's get this going. He waves the referee as he starts to stand.
Salazar has other ideas though, he comes out of the ring behind Teddy and the ref and hits Teddy with a running forearm to the back, sending Teddy sprawling on the floor.
Gravedigger: Let me guess, the match still hasn't started, right? He's stomping on him like he abused his mother and the referee can't do anything about it?
Jimmy: Why are you doing this?
Gravedigger: Just pointing out how stupid you are. Anyway, Jericho has thrown him back in the ring now.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy: There goes the bell! We're officially starting this match!
Gravedigger: Fuckin' genius.
Teddy lies on the mat, recovering from his pre match beat down – Salazar goes for a cheeky pin.
One!
Two!
Jimmy: Teddy Kicks out! It'll take more than that to take him out!
Gravedigger: Ants usually work.
Jimmy: What?
Gravedigger: Never mind.
Salazar picks up Teddy and grabs him by the hair, shouting in his face and slapping him, pointing his finger at him, smirking. He goes to headbutt Teddy, who sees it coming and manages to drop down quickly so Salazar's chin hits the top of Teddy's head.
Jimmy: Smart move by Teddy! He's stunned Salazar! Can he capitalise on this?
Gravedigger: I'm pretty sure that you're Marty McFly.
Teddy, meanwhile goes on the offensive, after breaking free of Salazar's grip, he arm drags Salazar, then runs to the ropes and rebounds, hitting him with a shoulder block. He then follows up with a quick leg drop and tries a pin.
One!
Two!
Jimmy: And he kicks out!
Gravedigger: Aha, yep, that happened.
Meanwhile, Teddy runs to the ropes again, while Salazar gets to his feet, rebounding and hitting him with a cross body, rolling off him and hitting him again with an elbow to the chest.
Jimmy: Teddy isn't letting Jericho off with anything! He's on the offensive!
Gravedigger: You're offensive. Besides, the flying guy will fly too many times at one point and it'll backfire.
Jimmy: He's fast paced, high octane Digger!
Gravedigger: High risk for minimal rewards, more like, just watch this – he's going to the top rope!
Jimmy: So exciting!
Gravedigger: It's not going to work!
Jimmy: He's going for it!
Teddy flies off the top rope, attempting another elbow drop to the prone Salazar.
Jimmy: SOOOOO BEAAUTTTTIFULLLLLL
Gravedigger: HAHAHHAHAHA! TOLD YOU!
Salazar moves at the last moment, allowing Teo to elbow drop pure ring mat.
Gravedigger: High risk never works! Give it up Teo, Salazar is coming back!
Salazar straddles Teddy on the floor and starts punching him in the face, again and again while shouting obscenities at him. Eventually, he picks him up and throws him into the ropes hitting him with a massive clothesline when Teddy comes back. After a couple of stamps he picks him up again and punches Teddy with a few massive haymakers.
Jimmy: This is a brutal attack! Teddy is down again!
Gravedigger: That's the power of love!
Jimmy: What?
Gravedigger: Nothing Huey.
Jericho slowly makes his way to the turnbuckle, leaving Teddy lying on the mat, he smirks as he climbs to the top, the crowd booing as he does.
Gravedigger: I think he's getting ready for the end now! Sol hasn't got much left in him and I'm pretty sure he's broken a nail or something!
Jimmy: No! He's not!
Gravedigger: Oh but he is, thought you liked high flying?
Jimmy: Not like this!
Gravedigger: It's going to be glorious! That sunshine guy is going to be banished to the moon or something!
Jericho flies off the top rope, attempting to stomp Teddy's stomach.
Jimmy: OH MY GOD! HOW?
Gravedigger: I have no words.
Jimmy: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHILE JERICHO SALAZAR WAS IN MID AIR, TEDDY SOL SPRANG UP TO HIS FEET AND PLANTED SALAZAR WITH A FLYING ELBOW – THAT HAD TO HURT!
Gravedigger: I think my mom felt that one!
Jimmy: CAN TEDDY TAKE ADVANTAGE THOUGH?
Gravedigger: We'll find out, surely. But maybe you already know, hop in your tardis and find out.
Both Teddy Sol and Jericho Salazar roll around the mat in pain, Salazar taking his time to get up to his feet, while Teddy settles himself. Just as Salazar gets to his feet next to the ropes, Teddy does a kip up and hurtles towards Salazar, taking him out with a clothesline over the ropes. Salazar tumbles to the outside, while Teddy pumps up the crowd. He takes a look at Salazar outside the ring then points to him. He runs to the opposite side of the ropes, rebounds and
Jimmy: OH MY GOD! SUICIDE DIVE BY TEDDY SOL TO THE OUTSIDE! HE TAKES SALAZAR OUT!
Teddy gets back to his feet, the sudden rush bringing him a second wind, he rolls Salazar back into the ring, then jumps onto the apron, grabbing the top rope. Eagerly waiting for Salazar to get back to his feet. As he does, Teddy uses the ropes to launch himself in the ring towards him, Salazar ducks and starts running toward Teddy, who has flipped over him, Teddy turns round.
Jimmy: SUPERMAN PUN – WAIT!
Gravedigger: How did that even happen!?
Jimmy: JERICHO SALAZAR TRIED TO SUPERMAN PUNCH TEDDY SOL, BUT OUT OF NOWHERE HE WAS HIT WITH THE HABANERO HURRICANE. SALAZAR IS DOWN!
Teddy then goes to the apron again, gesturing to the crowd as he does so, stamping his feet and waving his hands as if he just mowed over a bunch of ants or something stupid. He then springs up to the top rope and leaps high from the rope.
Jimmy: THE HABANERO HIGH DIVE! THE HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
Teddy goes for the pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Teddy Sol!
“Shining Star” By Earth Wind and Fire hits as Teddy starts to celebrate to the crowd – standing on a turnbuckle and pointing out to random people, smiling away.
Jimmy: HE'S DONE IT, HE'S DONE IT! TEDDY SOL IS BACK!
Gravedigger: Let's just go to commercial now folks, this guy is insufferable. |
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Post by Results on Sept 19, 2016 23:19:55 GMT -6
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