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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:33:13 GMT -6
Introduction
American Airlines Arena is completely livid with 19,600 fans sold it here in Dallas, Texas. The atmosphere is filled with professional wrestling fanatics, and loyal fans to the UCI Universe. Sitting down behind the commentary table is none other than our famous commentators, Jimmy Garcia, and Gravedigger ready to call this special night of action tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen! Live from the American Airlines Arena in Dallas, Texas! UCI Presents: Rite of Passage! Tonight we have Alex Richards vs Shadowlove, the Triple Threat match for the UCI Rising Stars Championship! A Triple Threat Match for the UCI Television Championship, Bonnie Blue defends the UCI Intercontinental Championship against Wentworth Updegraff Jr.
Gravedigger: And #TeamRekless will beat The Guardians tonight to become the new UCI Tag Team Champions in our main event! Only a matter of time before it’s true boys!
Jimmy Garcia: Let’s not waste any more time! Here we go!
"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.
Ms. Miyamoto has raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her incandescent green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting Vantablack black sequin Mandarin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She takes the microphone from Tracy Lorde. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: For over a month, you, the United Championship Infinite Fandom, have had to calmly sit back and watch as current World Heavyweight Champion Alex Richards-san willingly and willfully disgraced, discredited, and dishonored the World Championship Infinite by his actions both inside and outside of the squared-circle. Alex Richards-san calls himself a World Champion, but where is that leadership quality that you, the United Championship Infinite Fandom, expect from your World Heavyweight Champion? Do you, the United Championship Infinite Fandom, really want a World Heavyweight Champion that comes out here, week in and week out, that isn't giving his 100% to you, the United Championship Infinite Fandom, and to this great organization, the United Championship Infinite?. . .
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots, listens to the crowds reaction.
He reaches into his Crocodile skinned pants and whips out a microphone of his own. His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: RICHARDS, you made me come out here to start the festivities, now you fans just sit your asses right back down and shut the fuck up because I got something to say!. . .
Shadowlove starts walking around all four corners of the squared-circle, waving his arms and microphone like he’s conducting an orchestra of “BOOOOOOOOOOO” from the crowd. The wave of boos gets louder, and louder throughout the American Airlines Center.
SHADOWLOVE: RICHARDS, I gave you a month to prove yourself to me, the UCI Fandom, and the entire United Championship Infinite that you had what it takes to be the World Heavyweight Champion in this organization. You lost all the street cred that you thought that you had when you fought me in what has now become your first in what turns out to be a long line of World Famous Alex Richards Non-title Matches. You actually mean to tell everyone in this organization that you couldn't even defend the World Championship in a squash match? Really? REALLY? And just when I thought that you couldn't top that off, you go out and have your third World Famous Alex Richards “Non-title” matches with Blanche Corrigan. PATHETIC, RICHARDS, PATHETIC! Now I don't know about the rest of the UCI, but that makes the UCI Fandom and myself want to vomit-comet right into our own mouths. . .
Shadowlove covers his mouth like he is about to vomit-comet into his mouth.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Alex Richards-san, how could you pass up a golden opportunity to redefine the World Heavyweight Championship? Oh, yes, you are Alex Richards-san, of course. You actually thought that Shadowlove-san would remain silent while you become an embarrassment to the UCI? Not hardly! You chose to embarrass this organization so Shadowlove-san simply chose to embarrass you. Quid pro quo, Alex Richards-san, quid pro quo. You called our attack on your family an act of cowardness, I would call that a business opportunity. You attacked the reputation of the World Heavyweight Championship and Shadowlove-san got your attention by attacking your reputation. Shadowlove-san simply took the opportunity to return the favor by attacking you were it would make the most impact, your family. And as you can see, we got your attention. . .
Shadowlove, once again, starts walking around all four corners of the squared-circle, waving his arms and microphone like he’s conducting an orchestra of “BOOOOOOOOOOO” from the crowd. The wave of boos gets louder, and louder throughout the American Airlines Center.
SHADOWLOVE: RICHARDS, IF YOU HAVEN’T HEARD BY NOW, THIS IS THE YOU-SEA-EYE! AND IN THIS GODDAMN ORGANIZATION, THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION DOESN'T FUCKING EMBARRASS HIMSELF AND THIS ORGANIZATION WITH “NON-TITLE” MATCHES! YOU WANT TO DO “NON-TITLE” MATCHES, THEN COME ON THE FUCK OUT HERE, SO I CAN KICK YOUR SORRY ASS ALL THE WAY BACK TO OUR OLD ORGANIZATION AND RIGHT WHERE “NON-TITLE” MATCHES FUCKING BELONG!
Shadowlove drops the microphone, runs his fingers through His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished, dark brown hair, circling his neck, right down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks fake beads of sweat off his fingers in a “Come Get Some, World Heavyweight Champion, Come Get Some! I don't sweat you!” style gesture.
Jimmy Garcia: Well some rather strong words from Shadowlove directed at our World Champion, you have to wonder how-
The opening guitar solo to I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins to play and Alex Richards steps through the curtain, raising the world title above his head to an incredible cheer from the crowd.
Gravedigger: Wonder no more!
He points towards the back and Rebecca Thatch and Nightmare step through the curtain and walk with Alex towards the ring chatting about something before he lifts Rebecca over the railing and into her front row seat. Nightmare leaps over the railing herself taking a seat beside Rebecca. Alex goes into his always present doctor's bag and pulls out a mic.
Alex Richards: Anyone ever tell you you talk too much? I'll give you your title shot if I can think of one intelligent thing you said this week.
Alex pretends to think as Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto fume from inside the ring.
Alex Richards: Nope.. I got nothing. Which is exactly what you have on me in the ring. So like I said.. you talk too much and say too little. So I'm going to both shut you up and pay you back for what you did to Becky and Zach. And the only thing that's going to hurt you worse then me kicking your ass.. is me kicking your ass AND denying you the title you think you deserve. If you think you're going to take MY world title in front of my girlfriend.. then you are somehow even stupider then I thought!
And with that, Alex drops the belt and rushes the ring! Richards slides under the bottom rope and hops up to his feet, where the referee immediately stops him and has to hold him back. Another official slides into the ring and helps push Richards back into his corner as Shadowlove stands idly by, waiting.
Jimmy Garcia: And things have become heated here tonight. Can we get a little order?
Richards calming down in the corner and he seems to be listening to what the referee is telling him. The other official leaves the ring as the referee steps back. Suddenly "Am I Evil?" by Metallica hits the PA system.
Gravedigger: Well it looks like we're getting an order of chaos.
UCI General Manager Jayson Price steps out from the back, a smile on his face and a microphone in hand. He begins to walk down the ramp as he raises the mic.
Jayson Price: Well then, it would appear as though my roster is making matches without me. Normally I'd laugh and tell you both to go drink a bottle of bleach, but what the hell. Alex, I've been calling you a piss poor World Champion for the last few weeks now and if you lose that belt a week before you're set to defend it against me, well then you've done nothing but prove me right. So the way I see it, I can't lose. So get the damn introductions over with and ring the bell you lazy monkey.
Price tosses his microphone to a ringside official and steps up to the announce desk. It appears as though Price is going to be doing commentary for the match and Gravedigger wants no part in being anywhere near his longtime enemy. Price picks up Digger's headset and puts it on as he takes a seat.
Jimmy Garcia: Well this is a treat! Our GM has decided to join me for commentary. Welcome Mr. P-
Jayson Price: Jimmy, I like you, but if you sit out here and kiss my ass I'll spike you through this table.
Jimmy Garcia: Noted. So it would appear that this match is now for the UCI World Title, a shocking development.
Jayson Price: I just love the fact that Richards is the one screwing himself over tonight. Not only is he risking losing his belt, but he just gave Shadowlove all the more reason to do whatever it takes to win. IF Richards can survive the night with his World Title, what kind of shape is he going to be in for our match next week? This is beautiful, Jimmy. Just beautiful.
Back in the ring the referee finally has everything back in control and is asking Richards to hand over the UCI World Title. Alex takes a long, hard look at it before raising it into the air and turning toward the announce table.
Jimmy Garcia: It would appear as though Alex is trying to send you a message, Jayson.
Jayson Price: More like reminding me why I'm facing him in the first place. Look at that fat, ugly slob holding up that beautiful title. Does that really look like a World Champion to you?
Jimmy Garcia: I'm really just an announcer, I try not to get too personally involved. |
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:37:10 GMT -6
UCI World Heavyweight Championship Alex Richards © vs Shadowlove
Richards finally turns back around and hands off the World Title to the referee. He turns and shows it to Shadowlove before holding it up in the air. As he takes it to hand off to a ringside official, Taylor Lorde steps forward.
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UCI World Title!
The crowd pops.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is The Handsome Half-Breed...Shadowlove!
The crowd has a mixed reaction for Shadowlove.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, weighing in at 345 pounds, he is the current UCI World Champion...Alex Richards.
The crowd pops. Taylor exits the ring as the referee steps to the middle of the ring and calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell and this World Title match is officially underway!
Both men come out of their corners and circle the ring before moving in. Shadowlove goes on the attack, going after the legs of Richards to try and bring the bigger man down. Kicks to the left leg, kicks to the right leg, Shadowlove relentless with his attack. Richards having none of it though as he brings it to a halt by grabbing Shadowlove by the head and delivering a massive headbutt.
Jimmy Garcia: Holy smokes what a headbutt. That's gotta feel like getting hit by a bowling ball.
Jayson Price: You mean because it's hollow inside? I agree.
Shadowlove still on his feet but looking a little caught off guard and Richards makes his move, delivering a chop across the chest that can be heard up in the nosebleeds. Richards with a second chop that spins Shadowlove around and sends him stumbling to the ropes. Richards moves in and Shadowlove calls for the referee to move in as he grabs hold of the top rope. Richards not having any of it as he tries to push past the referee, forcing Shadowlove to scramble out of the ring and to the outside where Miyamoto rushes to his side. The referee still trying to keep Richards back as he starts up a 10 count. Shadowlove taunting Alex from the outside and the champ loses it, rushing to the apron and leaving the ring. Shadowlove and Miyamoto run as Richards takes off in pursuit. Miyamoto ducks behind the announce table and uses Jimmy Garcia as a shield.
Jimmy Garcia: Hey don't bring the action over here! I'm just an announcer!
Shadowlove rounds the ring post and slides back into the ring. Richards tries to follow him back in and Shadowlove drops an elbow across his back. Shadowlove now straddling the back of Richards, raining down elbow shots to the back of the head as Richards tries to roll him off.
Jimmy Garcia: And it would appear as though this match has turned into an MMA fight.
Jayson Price: Speaking of MMA, doesn't our senior referee Phillip Brooks kinda look like that one fighter?
Jimmy Garcia: You know, now that you mention it...
Richards able to get up onto his hands and knees before flipping Shadowlove off of his back. The champ trying to get back up to his feet but it's obvious those elbow shots have him a bit off balanced. Shadowlove back up to his feet and he pulls Richards in, looking for a belly to belly to suplex. Richards responds with a bell clap and then another headbutt, dropping Shadowlove. Richards trying to shake the cobwebs loose as he pulls Shadowlove back up to his feet. Richards with the whip into the ropes and then a knee to the gut, doubling over the challenger. Richards pulls him in and takes him to the mat with a quick suplex. Richards with the pin attempt.
ONE!
T-
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Richards able to get a one count after yet another massive headbutt and a suplex. Although all of those elbow shots to the head earlier seem to have the champ a little woozy at the moment.
Jayson Price: Either that or the bastard is drunk. I wouldn't put it past that damn alcoholic embarrassment.
Jimmy Garcia: Seems rather odd to hear you talking about someone else's drinking problem.
Jayson Price: I don't have a drinking problem, I have an idiot problem. I'm freaking surrounded by them 24/7.
Richards trying to regain himself and slow the pace of the match down as he pushes Shadowlove back to the mat and tries to roll him over for a crossface. Shadowlove trying to wiggle free and get to the nearby ropes as Miyamoto wills him on. Richards gets hold of the head and locks in the crossface, prompting Miyamoto to hop up onto the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh come on, get her off of there ref.
The referee sees her on the apron and goes over to get her down. Shadowlove tapping to the crossface as the crowd is trying to get the referee to turn around and look.
Jayson Price: God damn it, why do we have to have so many blind referees in this business?
Richards lets go, thinking that he's won since Shadowlove tapped, only to realize the referee never saw it because Miyamoto is distracting him. Richards up to his feet and he's in the ref's face. Miyamoto now trying to get Richards' attention as Shadowlove is trying to get up on the mat. Shadowlove from behind with a low blow and a roll-up. Miyamoto hops off the apron and the referee goes for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: And despite the devious distraction of Miyamoto and the dastardly low blow, the champ is still in this match.
Jayson Price: Barely. Brought down by a shot to the balls, how fitting for such a lackluster champion.
Richards still holding onto his nuts as Shadowlove gets up to his feet. The challenger with a boot to the face before he pulls Richards up to his feet. Shadowlove with a bionic elbow, trying to drop the champion, but Richards stays on his feet. Shadowlove looking a bit angered as he runs, hits the ropes and comes back with a diving headbutt, driving the top of his skull into the chest of Richards. Alex stumbles back into the ropes and has to hold himself up. Shadowlove getting the referee's attention, complaining about his nose, as Miyamoto hops back up onto the apron. Richards tries to get off the ropes and she grabs him by the face, digging her nails into his eyes.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh come on. This is beyond unfair. It's a damn handicap match out here with Miyamoto pulling crap like this. Jayson you're the GM, why don't you do something about this atrocity.
Jayson Price: While I'd be well within my right, I'm going to choose to allow the referee to call this match as he sees fit. I certainly wouldn't want to step on anyone's toes and be accused of having an agenda.
Richards trying to get free as Miyamoto is now clawing at his face. Richards finally able to throw his head back into the face of Miyamoto, dropping her to the floor. Shadowlove forgets about his apparent nose injury and rushes to check on Miyamoto as Richards is stumbling in the ring, trying to regain his sight. The referee leaves the ring to check on Miyamoto as well.
Jayson Price: Oh man, he looks to be in bad shape. Somebody should go check on him.
Price leaves the announce table, grabbing a cup as he heads for the ring. Price up on the apron and he enters the ring, calling out to Alex. Alex turns toward the voice and Price throws a cup full of some sort of dark liquid into Alex's eyes. Richards trying to wipe his face off as Price leaves the ring, laughing as the crowd boos him.
Shadowlove gets Miyamoto back up to her feet and slides back into the ring, along with the referee.
Jimmy Garcia: What the hell happened to not trying to draw controversy?
Jayson Price: What? He looked like he was having trouble seeing and I thought he had something in his eye, so I tried to flush it out.
Jimmy Garcia: But what the hell did you throw in his eyes? It certainly didn't look like water.
Jayson Price: The hell if I know. I found it sitting here under the announce table.
Shadowlove, seeing that Richards is blinded, delivers a second bionic elbow that drops Richards down to one knee. Shadowlove grabbing Richards, pulling him back up to his feet, before running and hitting the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: IRIMI-KOKYUNAGE!
Shadowlove with the big clothesline and Richards hits the mat. Shadowlove looks to Miyamoto, who it turns gives him the signal for The Dark Gift. Shadowlove nods and turns his attention to Richards.
Jayson Price: Here we go, this is it.
Richards trying to push himself up as Shadowlove gets himself in position. Richards is finally up and Shadowlove spins him around. Shadowlove pulls Richards in and goes for the DDT but Richards blocks it. Richards from out of nowhere lifts Shadowlove up and drops him with a death valley driver.
Jimmy Garcia: Holy hell! Where did that come from?
Richards laid out beside Shadowlove on the mat, unable to make the pin immediately. Richards finally able to roll over and put an arm on the chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: So close but that delay cost the champion. Shadowlove still in this.
Jayson Price: Come on you dummy, you had this. Don't let it slip away.
Richards managing to sit up on the mat and looks at the referee, who confirms it was only 2. Miyamoto screaming at Shadowlove to get up as Richards is stumbling to his feet. Shadowlove trying to get up and Richards grabs hold of him. Shadowlove with a european uppercut from out of nowhere and he follows it up with a enzuigiri. Richards spun around and he bounces off the ropes, but he comes back and levels Shadowlove with a clothesline. Richards now pulling Shadowlove up again and spins him around.
Jimmy Garcia: The Final Enlightenment!
Richards with the massive suplex and he follows it up with the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: SO CLOSE! Richards gets a 2 and three quarters and this crowd is getting rowdy.
Richards again sitting up and he seems perplexed. He looks to the corner and pushes himself up.
Jimmy Garcia: Is he going for the Sanity Slip? That could end it!
Jayson Price: Come on, get up!
Richards trying to climb the ropes as the referee is checking on Shadowlove. Miyamoto hops up on the apron and tries to grab the leg of Richards. Richards shakes her loose and she falls to the floor as he climbs up. Shadowlove to his feet and he's headed for the corner. Shadowlove with a shot to the gut that drops Richards onto the top turnbuckle. Shadowlove now climbing the corner, looking to hit something big.
Jimmy Garcia: Mother of god, is he going to try a belly to belly on Richards from up there?
Shadowlove trying to suplex the big man but Richards is fighting back. Richards with a headbutt that loosens Shadowlove's grip and then grabs him by the throat. Richards standing upright on the 2nd rope and he hits Shadowlove with a choke toss. Richards now going to the top rope and he leaps off with the Sanity Slip.
Jimmy Garcia: He hit it!
Richards with the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jimmy Garcia: Richards retains!
"I'm Not Like Everybody Else" hits the PA system as Richards rolls off of Shadowlove. The referee comes to the apron to collect the UCI World Title but Price gets up from the announce table and rips it from the hands of the official. Price now sliding into the ring as Richards is trying to get to his feet. Price drops the belt onto the mat and Price takes him out from behind with a chop block.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh come on, the man just wrestled a hell of a match and can barely stand. This is despicable.
Price now dragging Shadowlove to his feet before throwing him out of the ring. Richards trying to push himself upright but Price kicks him in the side of the ribs. Price demanding the referee bring him the World Title as he stands over Alex. Jayson drops to a knee and rubs the belt into Alex's face.
Jayson Price: Kiss this goodbye because in a week I'm taking it from you, you ugly son of a bitch.
Price lays the belt across the face of Richards and hits him in the ribs with another stomp before UCI officials enter the ring and get between the two. Price backs off as "I'm Not Like Everybody Else" hits the PA system again. Price heads up the ramp, smiling, as officials try to help Richards up. Fans boo as Rite Of Passage goes to a promo for the UCI Network. |
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:37:54 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:41:28 GMT -6
UCI Rising Stars Championship Celeste Mallory © vs Blanche Corrigan vs Michael Whin
Dallas, Texas is really proud to have the great pay-per-view event in the American Airlines arena where 19,600 fans have filled every seat; their ass glued to it more likely. Now we cut to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia behind the commentary table ready to call the first championship match of the night.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen. Welcome back UCI Presents: Rite of Passage. We are now moving to our next match which features a Triple Threat match where Celeste Mallory will defend the UCI Rising Stars Championship against Blanche Corrigan, and Michael Whin!
Gravedigger: Two fine ass ladies, and a bald headed ass guy who’s last name is Whin. Jimmy. Grab me the lube, napkins, and bottle of Nivea. I’m bout’ to jack off my life to Celeste Mallory.
Jimmy Garcia: You serious?
Gravedigger: I...always...am.
The camera man quickly spins around to get the view of Taylor Lorde standing inside of the ring with the microphone held under her chin. Dressed in her signature blue, and black dress with white heels on, she receives the cue from production to begin with the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Rising Stars Championship!
Make It A Win! “Live to Win” is the first entrance music to play after his voice is heard around the arena. Receiving a hateful reaction from the Texas crowd, Michael Whin bursts onto the stage energetic more than ever. Running back, and forth on the stage until standing in the center to have a good view of the ring. Three fingers raised to form that ‘W’ as he smiles proudly to his so called “fans”.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He charges down the entrance path. Speed picking up as he passes the fans by easily then slides into the ring. Quickly back on his feet, and spinning around with his arms raised. Dressed in his pink, and gold tights with the word “Whin” printed on both legs.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Los Angeles, California! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is “The Gentlemen Monster” Michael Whin!
Michael remains in his designated corner. Warming up by throwing a couple fake shots, hopping up and down. Whatever he can do as his theme music fades away which allows the American Airlines arena to be heard. Unfortunately, it’s not the most positive reaction.
Gravedigger: Oh yeah, he really happy. Happy he gon’ LOSE!
Jimmy Garcia: You can’t deny the confidence, and excitement shown by Michael Whin. Tonight could be the night he could win the UCI Rising Stars Championship, and what a great testament in his career that would be for UCI.
“Foxy Foxy” by is the second entrance music to start playing around the arena; cueing the lights to be focused only on the main stage. Blanche Corrigan walks out with her blonde hair blowing behind her, dressed in a sheer red robe, underneath that, sporting a mesh black top with fringe and feather/fur design and a red high waisted bottom with a shiny gold belt around the waist.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Blanche walks down to the ring, the red robe sporting behind her. Each step is of a queen stepping into her kingdom, red beautiful wrestling boots hitting the concrete. It’s not long until she climbs the steel steps before moving along the apron, and moving in between the ropes to ignore Michael Whin’s determined glare to her presence.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from New York City, New York! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds. She is “The Fox” Blanche Corrigan!
Arena brightened, crowd spiting her as she taunts them. Standing in front of the ropes with her arms outstretched, and that sinister smirk from ear to ear. Blanche whips her hair around until removing her robe to hand to a ringside member, and stand in her designated corner to await the arrival of the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Blanche Corrigan was very vocal on social media. She said she is going to be the one to dethrone Celeste Mallory, and become the new UCI Rising Stars Champion. If everything goes as planned, she very well may be.
Gravedigger: I just want her in my bedroom. God damn. What a man got to do to get with you Blanche.
With the two contenders already in the ring, it was time for the champion. The lights quickly shut off; a bang was heard echoing around the audience. It wasn’t long for the famous words to be appear on the titantron; the introductory lyrics all coming up to suppress the atmosphere of the crowd.
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 as the final entrance music, and all eyes are on her from the contenders to the crowd. Celeste Mallory comes out from the backstage area, UCI Rising Stars Championship belt well strapped around her waist. Standing on the stage to smile at the crowd obviously against her as much as any other heel in the company.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
She walks down to the ring, following the entrance path as directed. A very special night for her first title defense so she’s dressed in her red wrestling tights with her elbow, and knee pads on. Hair back in a ponytail, matching color bustier top. She has a fingerless glove on her right hand printed with the words “Stir of Echoes”, and on the left, a matching color leather studded wrist band.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! 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!
Already inside the ring, the lights return back to normal as she’s stood on the middle rope outside of her corner. Raising the half folded championship belt in the air, and also blowing a kiss in the direction of Blanche Corrigan. Once she’s done, she gets inside the ring allowing her theme music to end, and the arena to be lit up again.
Jimmy Garcia: Upon her debut, she defeated a numerous batch of talent to claim the UCI Rising Stars Championship, and has not been defeated yet. Celeste Mallory is on the verge of becoming the next breakout star in UCI along with capturing attention all around her.
Gravedigger: Oh hell yeah! She got enough attention from me! Hey Mallory, don’t let me down gurl! I wanna make sure our hotel room is hot, and spicy!
All three competitors are in the ring. Preparations are done, the referee holds up the UCI Rising Stars Championship strap to the cameras until handing it to a ringside crew member. With everything perfectly in motion, time to get this championship match well underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Everyone is hesitant on making the first move. Some take a few steps out of their corner but not really leave the range. Just when you thought a first move was being made, Blanche is the one who leaves the ring. Michael turns around to mock her which leaves him a vulnerable position to get rolled up from behind by Celeste who pins his shoulders down.
One!
Two!
Michael kicks out, and quickly scurries back up to his feet. Mallory starts delivering multiple elbows, and forearms into the chin of Whin. Each blow stumbling him back into the ropes until he is brought off in an attempt to be whipped into the opposing ones. However, Whin spins around to toss her into the ropes where she rebounds to Dropkick him into the canvas.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: The Rising Star Champion with a high, and powerful Dropkick right into the chin of Michael Whin. She’s really dominating the pace, and time of the match but now she has the leg hooked for another pin attempt!
One!
Tw-
Blanche pulls her off, and Celeste gets back up to get in her face. The two start shoving each other back, and forth until Corrigan delivers the first forearm shot. Celeste returns then the two go at each other with constant forearms into the other’s skull. Texas is really getting riled up until Celeste ends the repeated dispute by raking the right eye of her opponent.
Gravedigger: Serious eye rake by Celeste. I would have blinded her a different way but you know. He he he!
Celeste runs back into the ropes behind her, and rebounds back into Corrigan who ducks under right arm. She then decides to run into the ropes in front to bounce back with twice as much speed to leap sideways in the air, and Cartwheel Kick Mallory on the top of her head. Putting her down on the mat from a horrific shot echoed around the arena.
Crowd: OOOOOOOH!
Continuing the onslaught, she gets back up to her feet to stomp down on her chest. A few more stomps before turning her back to her downed opponent then leaping backwards off the canvas to drive her weight on top of her stomach with a nice Standing Moonsault.
Jimmy Garcia: Standing Moonsault! A Cartwheel Kick then delivering a Standing Moonsault right into the ribcage of the fallen champion. Blanche Corrigan’s plan is working; waiting out the early grappling, and strikes until getting in when the fatigue has built.
Gravedigger: Mothafucka, I’d do the same thing. Triple Threats are all about letting your opponents tire themselves out then you get when at the right time. Here’s the pin on my girl Celeste, damn her ass at when she bends ovah’ too!
One!
Two!
Celeste Mallory manages to kick out, and Corrigan demands the referee to count faster. She begins to get up, and lock herself in the corner to allow Mallory to get up. Once she does, Blanche charges across the ring to Dropkick her across the ring into the turnbuckles of and unoccupied corner. Now she repeats her previous action to begin hyping herself up.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Breaking out from the corner, Michael Whin inserts himself into the equation by catching her into a tight hug then lifting her up, and over to slam her on top of her shoulders. A sweet Belly to Belly Suplex that leaves her down, and Celeste charges forward only to receive the same fate. Two Belly to Belly Suplexes in the same ring, and Michael is the one standing on his feet.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Gravedigger: Woman abuser! Another woman abuser! How dare you put your hands on my future wives, and nearly break their backs. Burn this mothafucka’ to the ground. A misogynist prick!
Jimmy Garcia: Always be aware of your surroundings! Michael Whin just laid out both women with not one but TWO Belly to Belly Suplexes right on the canvas, and it look like he’s going to toss Celeste Mallory out of the ring. Oh! She just took a hard crash!
Whin forces Blanche to be up on her feet, and already kneed into the ribs that forces her bent over. Upon his quest to the ropes, he rebounds to land a beautiful Discus Clothesline that turns Corrigan inside out. Landing on her chest, and then rolling her over to drop across it with the legs hooked up.
One!
Two!
Corrigan manages to kick out in the nick of time, saving the match, and herself. However, Michael has and idea string up to the top of his head, and he rolls under the bottom rope to start get back onto his feet on the apron. Slowly taking his time to climb up to the top turnbuckle, and perch on it while Blanche is finding the energy to even get up.
Gravedigger: Oh hell nah! There’s no way this heavyweight bald headed ass can fly. Nah. Haiti Earthquake coming in again; everyone have your he- wait a minute! Yes Celeste, save us all!
Celeste hops onto the apron to try, and trip him off but Michael kicks her off. That temporary distraction allows Blanche to push off from a sprint, and launches onto the middle rope. A quick push back over to Michael Whin, and he gets nailed with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick on the back of his head that leaves him over the top rope like a dead carcass.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: Springboard Roundhouse Kick to the back of his head, and Blanche isn’t done! She’s going onto the middle rope to set up for a suplex attempt!
Already on the middle rope, she already his the arm around her neck, head locked into the pit. However, Celeste Mallory quickly slides into the ring to get up underneath Blanche in a Powerbomb position. Every person in the audience stands up to witness Michael Whin get Superplexes, and Blanche Corrigan Powerbombed simultaneously in a Tower of Doom!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Gravedigger: TOWAH OF DOOM! TOWAH OF DOOM! AH YEAH MOTHAFUCKAS! WHO WHINNING TONIGHT? NOT YOU MICHAEL!
Jimmy Garcia: Brought to you by the Rising Stars Champion herself, Celeste Mallory completes the Tower of Doom by dropping not only Michael Whin but also Blanche Corrigan, and she picks up the pin attempt on Michael Whin!
One!
Two!
Whin kicks out before the three is made so she scurries over his body to launch herself on top of Blanche’s to have her shoulders pinned down, and her right leg lifted up. The referee rolls over near her to begin the pinfall count.
One!
Two!
She also kicks out, and can’t reprimand the type of competitors she’s dealing. Celeste argues with the referee but then snaps back into reality as she walks over to Blanche to pick her back up off the canvas. Running with her to the ropes, Blanche quickly spins around to toss her out of the ring instead. Thus, giving her the golden opportunity to take out Michael.
Crowd: WHIN! WHIN! WHIN! WHIN! WHIN!
Blanche charges into the ropes past him to Handspring her back into it. Off the rebound, she lands back on her feet in an attempt to clothesline him but ends up getting Superkicked! The impact makes everyone cringe until she is wobbling back, and forth on her feet. Michael picks her up on her shoulders until she slips off then rakes his back from behind.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He bends over allowing her to run to the ropes again, and rebound back to attempt a Rolling Cutter but he spins out of it; pressing her hands into her chest to pop her up in the air. Michael catches her on top of his shoulders then sits down on the canvas to land that Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: Winning Factor! Winning Factor! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW RISING STARS CHAMPION! HERE COMES THE- NO, CELESTE!
Celeste slides into the ring, and hooks Michael’s left arm with his legs, and his right arm with her arms. Quickly rolling him out of the ring to secure the pin on Blanche Corrigan.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and still the UCI Rising Stars Champion, Celeste Mallory!
Celeste bails out of the ring to collect her championship belt, and quickly huddles up the entrance path while clutching that golden ticket in her arms. She is sweating, breathing heavily but smiling. Raising that belt so high as she leaves with it. Michael can’t believe it, and is kicking the ropes in sheer frustration, and disappointment.
Gravedigger: That’s my girl! That’s my girl! My fuckin’ chick did it. Celeste Mallory is STILL your UCI Rising Stars Champion, and my soon to be baby momma! Let’s head to commercial, and continue on with the night. |
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:42:54 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:47:11 GMT -6
Triple Threat Mandie Wheeler vs Ryo Ishikawa vs PerZag
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Mandieville, Mandie Wheeler!
Red and gold pyros go off as the houselights dim and Glamours by Fergie begins to play. The crowd erupts with cheers as the black satin curtain moves and out steps Mandie smiling at the fans.
She waves as she stands at the top of the steel ramp and starts walk down high-fiving the fans on her way down to the ring. Once she reaches the the ring apron she slides into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring as her music dies down and the houselights return.
Jimmy Garcia: A former TV champ and a competitor out to carve a new sort of path for herself!
Gravedigger: She kinda thick though.
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t bring youth speak into your sexist talk, Digger. I don’t know if I can handle it tonight.
Taylor Lorde: Her opponent, from Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan, Ryo Ishikawa!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Another competitor with a promising career here! Keep in mind that he DID pull off a win against Celeste Mallory last week!
Gravedigger: It was a damn countout.
Jimmy Garcia: A win nonetheless, Digger!
Taylor Lorde: Their opponent, from Benalla, Victoria, Australia, 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.
Gravedigger: Baby cluster madness time!
Jimmy Garcia: Smark bastard..
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, what a coward!
Mandie dips out underneath the bottom rope, smirking at the two men. Ryo holds his out to the side in disbelief at the act of cowardice.
Gravedigger: PerZag from behind with the elbow to the head!
As Ryo rolls off the side, PerZag stays on him, stomping away at the midsection.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow drop from PerZag!
Gravedigger: PerZag just grinding the elbow into the face of Ryo here.
Mandie slides into the ring, her smirk growing as PerZag gets to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Neckbreaker from Mandie Wheeler, dropping PerZag right on his head!
Gravedigger: Mandie with the cover now.
1!
KICKOUT!
Mandie quickly pushes to her feet, alternating who she targets as she goes back and forth stomping both PerZag and Ryo.
Jimmy Garcia: Legdrop from Mandie to Ryo and the cover!
1!
KICKOUT!
Mandie turns her attention to PerZag, going for the quick pin.
1!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Mandie showing some frustration here.
Mandie pushes back to her feet, turning towards Ryo who is now up and primed for an attack.
Jimmy Garcia: Dropkick from Ryo!
Gravedigger: Mandie to her feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Shining wizard from Ryo and Mandie tumbles back to the outside!
PerZag gets to his feet, charging towards Ryo just as he turns around.
Gravedigger: Ryo ducking the clothesline.
Jimmy Garcia: PerZag flying to the outside now!
The crowd cheers as Ryo runs off the ropes, looking to take flight, diving through the ropes as he approaches the ropes nearest his two opponents.
Gravedigger: Elbow to the jaw from Mandie Wheeler!
Mandie slides into the ring, going for the quick cover on PerZag.
1!
2!
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Ryo pulls Mandie back out!
Gravedigger: Breaking point from Mandie Wheeler!
As Ryo drops back down to the outside in pain, Mandie slides back in and tries to take advantage, but finds PerZag back to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Spear from PerZag!
PerZag’s eyes widen as he stomps at the mat, anticipating Mandie getting back to a vertical base.
Gravedigger: Mandie back up now!
Jimmy Garcia: Worthiest Move of All!
Gravedigger: PerZag going for the cover!
1!
2!
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Ryo is back in it! Ryo pulls PerZag off of Mandie!
PerZag is launched through the ropes and out onto the apron as Ryo pulls Mandie to her feet.
Jimmy Garcia: ONE PAWNCH!
Mandie drops to the mat as Ryo targets PerZag who clings to the top rope out on the apron.
Gravedigger: PerZag using that rope as leverage and kicking Ryo right in the head!
Ryo stumbles back a bit, before lunging forward at PerZag.
Jimmy Garcia: ONE PAWNCH!
PerZag drops off the apron as Ryo turns around into a knee to the gut from Mandie.
Gravedigger: Ryo whipped off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the jaw from Ryo!
Ryo runs off the ropes behind a now kneeling Mandie.
Jimmy Garcia: Ryuuga wagateki wo kurau!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Ryo Ishikawa!
Gravedigger: Mandie just got dropped!
Jimmy Garcia: If people doubted his win last week, they sure won’t doubt his win this week! |
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:53:14 GMT -6
Stevie Corah vs Jericho Salazar
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Brixton, South London, 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 in to 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 in to the ring and throws a few air punches, preparing for his opponent.
Gravedigger: Back once again to kick more ass, but he’s going against someone who’s played asshole for a bit longer around here.
Jimmy Garcia: This one is sure to be a striking match!
Taylor Lorde: His opponent, from Oakland, California, Jericho Salazar!
The lights go out, its 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
Gravedigger: Fists flying and this one is underway!
DING DING DING!
Jimmy Garcia: Corah a bit dazed here after those hard rights from Jericho!
Gravedigger: Superman punch!
Corah staggers even more, but remains on his feet as Jericho’s face turns a deep shade of crimson out of frustration.
Jimmy Garcia: There’s Superman Punch number two!
Corah bends over a bit, trying to collect himself as Jericho becomes furious at his opponents’ endurance. Jericho bounds off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Jericho looking for number three!
Jimmy Garcia: Superman punch from Corah now! Corah giving Jericho a taste of his own medicine!
Jericho stumbles himself now as Corah shakes off the cobwebs.
Gravedigger: Corah going off the ropes now.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho ducks it!
Corah bounces off the opposite side of the ring ropes, catching Jericho by surprise.
Jimmy Garcia: Cover by Corah here!
1!
KICKOUT!
Corah gets to his feet, bringing Jericho up with him.
Gravedigger: Corah with the leaping DDT.
Jimmy Garcia: Spinebuster counter by Jericho! Jericho making a cover of his own now!
1!
2!
NO!
Gravedigger: Big shot from Jericho, but Corah won’t go down easily.
Jericho takes to a corner, clenching his teeth as Corah gets to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Corah might be in a bad spot here! Jericho is looking for another vicious Superman punch here!
Gravedigger: Jericho charging towards the opposition.
Jimmy Garcia: Superman punch attempted, but Corah with that big knee to the gut!
Gravedigger: Jericho whipped off the ropes now.
Jimmy Garcia: The Murderzone!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner by way of pinfall, Stevie Corah!
Gravedigger: Corah with another big one here!
Jimmy Garcia: Corah continues to gain momentum in what was a quick and hard hitting contest! |
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:54:52 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 26, 2016 23:55:31 GMT -6
Ryan Jones Segment
The scene shifts to the backstage area of the American Airlines Center arena where the usual hustle and bustle of show night is happening right before our very eyes. There are interns and script writers running around trying to find this wrestler, while the production assistants and road agents scramble to find that wrestler. Walking around the controlled chaos is Ryan Jones' friend/mentor and now Lead Security Agent, Warren Deen. He is carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee from catering, wearing a blue Polo style UCI shirt with a tie, black Dickey loose fit pants and a pair of black and white Nike Jordan Melo M12 shoes. Warren stands six-foot six, has a stocky build, short black hair and walks with a swagger. He flirts with a few of the sexy interns (rats) UCI employs to keep some of the boys in the back happy and glares at some of the male models, who are there to no doubt please Jack Schlongson, before finally reaching the dressing room of "Random" Ryan Jones. Warren storms in like he owns the place and immediately throws his hot coffee to the ground when he finds Ryan laying face down in a pool of blood.
Warren Deen: Medic! We need medical attention in here!
UCI physicians rush into the locker to attend to Ryan who isn't moving at all. They call for EMTs who come in and slowly lift Ryan on a gurney and quickly wheel him out of the room and down a hall into an ambulance that speeds off headed for Baylor University Medical Center.
Scene shifts back to Warren Deen who is searching the lockeroom looking for any clue he can find. He finds a shovel with blood on it and a Gravedigger Monster Truck toy.
Warren Deen: That son of a bitch Gravedigger! He better hope Ryan can come back for his Television Title Match tonight or there will be hell to pay!
Scene fades out as an angry Warren Deen punches his fist through the lockeroom wall. |
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:03:31 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Triple Threat Ryan Jones © vs Kyle Kemp © vs Adam Kurosawa
The new UCI Television Title, sitting in front of Jimmy Garcia, shines as the camera hits from a perfect angle.
Jimmy Garcia: Next up is our Television Title Match as both Co-Champions Kyle Kemp and Ryan Jones, who damn nearly killed each other last week on Overload in a Backlot Tapaei Pit Brawl, are set to take on Adam Kurosawa.
Gravedigger: I didn't get to see that match..I was banned from ringside..remember?
Jimmy Garcia: Would you stop?! We all saw what you did to Ryan not only last week with that Monster Truck but what you did with that shovel earlier here tonight!
Gravedigger: You didn't "see" anything. There is no proof that was me driving that Gravedigger monster truck..just like there is no proof I did anything with that shovel that big retard Warren Deen found in Ryan's lockeroom. For all we know Deen did it himself and is just trying to set me up.
Jimmy Garcia: Highly unlikely.
Gravedigger: But not impossible!
Jimmy Garcia: The bigger question is..is Ryan Jones even back from the hospital and able to take part in this championship match?
Gravedigger: Who gives a shit? He's not better than Kyle Kemp regardless.
Jimmy Garcia: And here comes Adam Kurosawa and listen to this place explode!
"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 funs while The Hentai Prince continues ahead with a confident stride.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing from Miami, Florida; weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds. THE HEEEEENTAAAAIIII PRIIIIIIIINCE!
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 Moe Stars are dressed in traditional Japanese maid outfits.
Jimmy Garcia: These people love their Prince, don't they?
Gravedigger: I don't know which is worse this idiot with these fags or punk ass Ryan Jones!
Jimmy Garcia: That music means here comes our UCI Television Co-Champion..Kyle Kemp!
"Better Than You", by Sam Adams blares over the PA as first the fans boo but then begin to cheer in excitement as Kyle Kemp, wearing black Under Armour ring gear and black Nike shoes, jumps over the outside barrier and starts chasing all three of The Moe Stars around the ring.
Gravedigger: Haha..listen to them scream like little bitches.
The Moe Stars run around screaming in a high pitch tone being chased by Kyle Kemp. Just before he gets his hands on Botan, Adam comes flying over the top rope with a Suicide Dive onto Kyle Kemp. The three Moe Stars don't stop running as they disappear into the back.
The lights dim and "We are the Champions" by Queen mixed in with "Master Debater" by Twist shakes the arena. Outside the ring Adams and Kyle get up and look towards the ramp expecting Ryan Jones.
Jimmy Garcia: Is he here?
Gravedigger: He's not coming..I..mean someone beat him up pretty bad back there earlier!
Kemp laughs then capitalizes by ramming Adam shoulder first into the ring post.
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle Kemp taking advantage of the situation and it looks like this will be between only him and Adam for the UCI Television Title right here at Rite Of Passage!
Gravedigger: No Ryan Jones..such a shame.
Kemp drags Adam up by the hair and throws him shoulder first into the barricade leaving a huge dent.
Jimmy Garcia: I don't know how much of this the Hentai Prince can take!
Gravedigger: He's getting bounced around like a pinball.
Kemp goes over to a downed Adam who fires lefts and rights but with little effect on Kemp who has a cocky smirk. He once again lifts Adam up by his hair then throws him head first into the steel steps.
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD!! Did you hear that sickening thud?
Gravedigger: Music to my ears.
Kemp scoops up Adam and sets him up for a Pile Driver onto the steps.
"We are the Champions", by Queen mixed with "Master Debater", by Twist once again rocks the arena and the fans go nuts.
Jimmy Garcia: Here he comes!!
Kemp doesn't follow through with the Pile Driver and waits for Ryan Jones.
Gravedigger: Impossible!
Kemp smiles as once again no Ryan Jones. He lifts Adam up from the floor and rolls him back into the ring. He stand on the apron and taunts the fans.
Jimmy Garcia: Kemp is loving this..
Hentai Prince stumbles up and runs from one side of the ring to the other and drop kicks Kemp off the apron sending him crashing hard to the floor.
Gravedigger: What's this kid think he's doing?
Adam plays up to the cheering crowd then runs and jumps over the top and spills onto Kyle.
Jimmy Garcia: Moonsault!! He hit it perfectly and these fans are going wild here at Rite of Passage!
Gravedigger: Who cares? Still no Ryan Jones..hahaha
Adam grabs Kyle and throws him down with a Over the Shoulder arm drag before he can get to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Shades of Ronda Rousey!
Gravedigger: Yeah, big deal. It'll take more than that to put away Kyle Kemp.
Jimmy Garcia: That judo throw into the arm bar and Kemp is tapping!
Gravedigger: Does him no good outside the ring..he better worry about the count out!
Adams sees Kyle taps and let's go and jumps up celebrating like he won. He rolls back in the ring expecting the referee to raise his hand in victory but the ref waves him off and tells him no.
Jimmy Garcia: The referee is explaining that Kyle has to be inside the ring for the submission to count.
Gravedigger: Follow the rules you dummy.
Kemp gets back up and heads to the ring. Adam notices and attempts a baseball slide but Kemp moves out of the way..Adam spins around and spring boards back to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: What agility by the Prince of UCI! Kemp charges at him now!
Kemp runs at Adam with a elbow smash but Adam ducks it then counters with a drop toe hold and Kemp lands neck first, face down the the ropes.
Gravedigger: Come on Kyle. Get your shit together.
Adams plays to the crowd then runs, bounces off the ropes and hits his Kawaii Kick (Springboard Pele Kick).
Jimmy Garcia: The Prince hit that Kawaii kick..this one is over!
Gravedigger: I don't believe this!
Adam goes for the pin.
Jimmy Garcia: 1....2...
Gravedigger: Foot on the rope by Kemp! Whew..that was close.
Jimmy Garcia: Tentacle Rope (octopus hold into a face plant)!! This Hentai Prince is on fire!
Gravedigger: Stupid kid doesn't know any better.
Jimmy Garcia: Get'em Adam! He lifts Kemp up..Belly to Belly wheelbarrow face buster!! They call that the Crash Thunder Buster in Japan!
Gravedigger: Who cares? This is America Jimmy and Kemp is what being an American is all about.
Jimmy Garcia: An asshole? I beg to differ.
Gravedigger: Ryan Jones is a prick but you and these people have seem to gravitate to him for some pathetic reason as of late.
Jimmy Garcia: Wrestling 101..not everybody can be a bad guy.
Adam charges at Kemp and tries to hit a Lou Thez Press and pin but Kemp catches him and delivers a huge Pop Up Powerbomb.
Gravedigger: Yes..Kemp caught him!
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle caught Adam who was trying for that Kuchu Dojime Otoshi!
Gravedigger: In English?
Jimmy Garcia: Shades of Jushin Thunder Liger!
Gravedigger: I said English..not Hentai Prince-inese.
Kyle goes back on the offense and fires a flurry of elbow strikes.
Jimmy Garcia: Some of those elbows are landing! Adam is doing his best to block what he can.
Gravedigger: Kemp is to strong for this so called Prince of UCI.
Kemp lifts him up by his hair and delivers a Straight Jacket Powerbomb but Adam quickly hits him with a Spinning Wheel Kick at the exact same time.
Jimmy Garcia: The Prince of UCI is not done yet! He's fighting back!
Gravedigger: They are both down though.
Jimmy Garcia: They are trying to get up!
Kyle and Adam get up at the same time and try to drop kick each other. They both get right back up and try a scissors kick and the fans go crazy as they both match each other move for move.
Gravedigger: Look at these guys put on a show.
They both zig zag back and forth and first Adam leap frogs Kemp then Kemp runs back and leap frogs Adam. They both stop then charge each other and Flying body press each other connecting at the exact same time.
Jimmy Garcia: These two are bringing the dance tonight here at Rite Of Passage!
Finally Adam gets the upper hand with a Rolling Koppu Kick. He follows up with a palm thrust that sends Kemp reeling.
Jimmy Garcia: Shotei!
Gravedigger: Gesundheit!
Jimmy Gracia: No, the move..ah, never mind.
Adam delivers a Kneeling Reverse Pile driver into a pin.
Gravedigger: 1...2...thre-
Jimmy Garcia: Kick out by Kemp! Love him or hate him Kyle Kemp is the most resilient son of a bitch I've ever seen!
Gravedigger: Now you are starting to come around to my way of thinking.
Adam plays up to the crowd and begins to climb the top turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: He's going for that Hentai Star Press!
Gravedigger: If he hits this it's over!
The lights go dim and "We are the Champions", by Queen mixed with "Master Debater" by Twist plays and out from the back comes "Random" Ryan Jones driving an ambulance with the sirens blaring in unison with the red lights flashing. Inside the ring Adam stops and looks back to see what all the commotion is while Kyle Kemp jumps up and performs a run the turnbuckle Belly to Belly Suplex off the top rope sending him and Adam nearly through the ring.
The ambulance drives up and pins Gravedigger on the right side of the announcers booth so there is nowhere for him to go and parks. Out of the right side Warren Deen coming flying out with a Super Man Punch sending Gravedigger flying up out of the booth and almost into the audience.
Ryan jumps out of the left side of the ambulance with an IV bag still attached to his lift wrist and a noticeable limp.
Jimmy Garcia: Chaos everywhere! Ryan's lead Security agent just Super Man Punched my colleague and now he has a chair..don't do it!
●●THUD!●●
Deen smashes a steel chair onto the skull of Gravedigger busting his eye wide open.
Jimmy Garcia: Jesus Christ! We need security out here! And Ryan Jones throws the IV off and enters the ring..and this place no longer has a roof as UCI has blown the roof off of it!
Security rushes down with GM Jayson Price and brings Warren Deen through the crowd and Gravedigger to the back via way of the ramp. Price sits down and takes over commentary for Gravedigger.
Jayson Price: This is nuts!
Jimmy Garcia: You're tellin' me?
Jayson Price: Ryan got cleared by the ER room doctor and made it back in time. So the match continues!
Jones runs up to Kemp who is just getting up and hits his Act of Congress (Half Nelson Face Buster).
Jimmy Garcia: Act Of Congress!
Adam attempts to get up but Ryan hits him with a Inverted Backbreaker followed by a Neck Breaker Slam.
Jayson Price: Random Thoughts!
Ryan Jones makes the cover on Adam.
Jimmy Garcia: 1....2...th-
Jayson Price: Kyle Kemp with the save!
Kemp makes the save then kicks Jones in his bad leg and hits his Better Than You (Snap Scoop Power Slam).
Jimmy Garcia: Kemp with that Better Than You and pin! 1...2...Adam made the save!
Jayson Price: What a Television Title Match!
Adam plays up to the fans then hits a perfectly timed Spring Board Elbow on Kemp and a Frankensteiner on Jones. Ryan holds on and smashes Adam with a Powerbomb.
Jimmy Garcia: Nice move by Jones!
Kemp gets up..a Ghetto Blaster (Double Leg Enzuigiri) on Jones!
Adam is back to his feet.
Jayson Price: Adam is back up.
Jimmy Garcia: Fisherman Buster by Adam on Kyle Kemp! He goes for the pin..1..2...3!
Jayson Price: Broken up by Ryan Jones!
Jimmy Garcia: Jones with a End Of Debate!
Jayson Price: Kemp ducked and that Super Kick hit the Hentai Kid!
Kemp runs at Jones who ducks and lifts up the top rope sending Kemp over the top rope and onto the floor. Just as Adam tries to get up Ryan Jones lands a Snap DDT.
Jimmy Garcia: Snap Decision!!!
Jayson Price: He got it!!
Jimmy Garcia: The cover 1....2...3!!!
Kyle Kemp rolls into the ring and just misses breaking up the pin.
Jayson Price: Ryan Jones is your winner and now soul possession of the UCI Television Title!
Kemp rolls out of the ring and shakes his head. Adam rolls out of the other side of the ring. Before walking out down the ramp Kyle Kemp runs and Back to the Minors (Punt Kick) Adam in frustration. Adam crumbles to the floor as Ryan Jones holds his Television Title up high while the fans cheer wildly.
Jimmy Garcia: These three gave us their all..they gave us everything they had and if you aren't up cheering right now then you aren't a wrestling fan! Ryan Jones has found his Rite of Passage and Precious has finally come home!
Jayson Price: Wow..we'll be right back! What a match! |
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:04:18 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:07:46 GMT -6
Shooter McCool vs Jon Seena
We come back from break, and Jon Seena is already in the ring, smile on his face, waiting for his opponent.
Gravedigger: Welcome back to UCI, and make sure you tivo this one. You’re going to want to remember it. You are about to witness the re-debut of Shooter McCool.
Jimmy Garcia: I have familiarized myself with some of his earlier work, and he was an incredibly talented wrestler. He’s been out of the game for almost five years with a back injury, however. I wonder how he’s going to look given the rust he must have accumulated.
“You ain’t Never Met a Mother Fucker Quite Like Me” by Kid Rock plays over the P.A., as the crowd begins to boo lightly. Shooter McCool struts out onto the entrance ramp, self assured smirk on his lips. He takes a moment to eye his opponent, then the crowd, before continuing his trip down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the ring, standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds. Shooter McCool!
Shooter slowly makes his way up the ring steps, wiping his boots on the apron, before stepping through the ropes. Shooter pulls a chewed up toothpick from his mouth and flicks it out into the crowd, before turning to face his opponent. Shooter’s music dies, as he removes his shirt and sunglasses, staring down Jon Seena as the referee gives them both a quick reading of the rules.
Jimmy Garcia: McCool may be the newcomer here, but it would be an understatement to call Jon Seena the underdog.
Gravedigger: Shooter has a lot of experience, but we talked about the rust. There’s no telling what version of Shooter McCool we’ll be getting.
The bell rings, and Shooter slowly circles the ring, giving Seena a hungry smirk. The two men go to lock up, but at the last second Shooter throws a jab, connecting with Seena’s jaw. He throws three more quick jabs, before a right hook that sends Jon bouncing off the ropes behind him. He hits the ropes, and stumbles forward into a kick to the gut, followed by a DDT. McCool hops up and throws his arms out to the side, posing for the booing crowd.
Gravedigger: I don’t see any rust! Look at him, as confident as ever.
Jimmy Garcia: Possibly too cocky.
Seena uses this time to crawl over and roll Shooter up in a surprise schoolboy.
...1!
...2!
...No! Shooter kicks out, and immediately dives on Seena, hitting him with multiple right hands to the forehead. He lifts the man up, and tosses him into the corner, before backing up, and hitting him with a running shoulder thrust. Seena falls to a seated position, and Shooter backs up again, this time hitting him with a dropkick to the face. He sits on one knee, glaring down at Seena, as the crowd boos him some more.
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like Shooter was enraged by the very idea of Jon Seena thinking he could beat him that way.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Shooter was having fun. He seems pretty focused now, and I think Jon Seena is about to get it.
McCool lifts Seena up and tosses him into the opposite ropes, following after with a nasty European uppercut. Seena stumbles out of the corner, and Shooter hits him with a quick fisherman suplex. He then climbs to the second rope, and leaps off, hitting a frog splash elbow. He pops up and screams for Seena to stand, which he eventually does. Shooter slithers around behind him and grabs his head, hitting him with a reverse headlock takeover, into a bully choke.
Gravedigger: There it is! The Appalachian Chiropractor!
Jon Seena taps almost immediately, but Shooter refuses to let go. It takes the ref wrenching on his arm to get him to break the hold.
Taylor Lorde: Your winner, Shooter McCool!
Shooter poses in the ring, before taking a bow, and climbing to the outside. He walks up the ramp as Jon Seena recovers. |
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:13:46 GMT -6
UCI Intercontinental Championship Bonnie Blue © vs Wentworth Updegraff Jr.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the frozen in carbonite match! Coming to the ring first…
“Playa” comes on over the PA, causing the fans to erupt with hatred. Wentworth steps out onto the entrance ramp, a servant following behind him, holding onto Jeffrey.
Jimmy Garcia: Here comes the despicable Wentworth Updegraff Jr., and behind him is the son of Polar Phantasm.
Gravedigger: That’s right. If Wentworth wins this match, he freezes the young boy in carbonite and keeps him as his personal trophy. If Bonnie Blue wins, Wentworth is frozen in carbonite. Truly some of the highest stakes we’ve ever seen here in UCI.
Taylor Lorde: Now coming to the ring, standing six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds… Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth steps into the ring, and backs into his corner, wanting to get right to business. His music dies and is replaced by “Doctor Who Meets Metal”. Bonnie Blue steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of applause. She glares at her opponent with hate in her eyes, never looking away from him as she walks down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, standing five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred forty three pounds, Bonnie Blue!
Bonnie rolls under the bottom rope, and begins walking toward Wentworth, but the ref gets between them and stops the pre-match scuffle before it begins. He pushes Bonnie back into her corner, while Wentworth laughs at her.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie wants nothing more than to take Wentworth out, and I can’t say I blame her.
Gravedigger: That might be a liability for her. Wrestling is a thinking person’s game. You can’t let emotion get in the way.
The bell rings, and Bonnie sprints across the ring, diving on Wentworth. She pummels him with rights and lefts, letting out a guttural scream. Bonnie then stands up, and kicks him in the ribs several times, driving him out of the ring. He stands to his feet, but Bonnie Immediately dives over the top rope, hitting a vicious plancha that brings the crowd to their feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue getting started early, and if Wentworth doesn’t strike back soon, this match could be incredibly short.
Bonnie lifts Wentworth up and whips him into the barricade. He hits the steel, and falls to the ground, as Bonnie stays on him. She lifts him and rolls him under the bottom rope, following after, and hitting him with more punches. Wentworth eventually drags himself into a corner, but this does nothing to stop Bonnie’s onslaught of offense. She stands up and drives a knee down into his chest. She then grabs the top rope, and launches herself off the bottom turnbuckle. When she comes down, she swings her feet around and hits Wentworth in the abdomen with a dropkick. He flops to the canvas, and she drags him to the middle of the ring, before going for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Wentworth gets the shoulder up. This only serves to piss Bonnie off. She wraps her legs around his arm, and wrenches back in a nasty arm bar. Wentworth flails and tries to get to the ropes, but can’t reach. He screams out in pain, and swings at Bonnie, but misses.
Jimmy Garcia: The pain really getting to Wentworth now.
Wentworth flails some more, but eventually stops himself, and thinks for a second. He shifts their weight, and lifts hismelf up, rolling Bonnie back and pinning her shoulders to the mat.
...1!
...2!
...No! Bonnie kicks out and jumps to her feet immediately. Wentworth is still on one knee when she jumps up and hits him with a shining wizard to the side of the face. She stands up again and stomps away on his ribcage, before lifting him up and propping him against the corner. She delivers several kicks to his gut, before backing across the ring and sprinting toward him. At the last second, Wentworth dives out of the corner and hits her with a desperation lariat that lands them both on the mat.
Gravedigger: And Wentworth takes the match back in a serious way!
Jimmy garcia: Don’t get too confident. Neither of them is too quick to stand.
Wentworth is the first to stir. He drags himself to the ropes and lifts himself up, as Bonnie does the same. They run at each other at the same time. Bonnie jumps up and goes for a hurricarana, but Wentworth catches her and hits a powerbomb, holding on for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Bonnie kicks out! Wentworth slaps the mat, and drags himself to the corner, resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Bonnie begins to rise, glaring at Wentworth as she gets to her knees, and then her feet. Wentworth stands as well, and they meet in the middle, eyes locked, neither of them making a move. Wentworth is the first, but Bonnie blocks the punch, and headbutts him in the nose. He stumbles backward, two trails of blood now pouring from his nostrils.
Gravedigger: A cheap shot from Bonnie may have broken Wentworth’s nose! Absolutely disgusting!
Jimmy Garcia: That was a perfectly legal headbutt!
She lunges forward, hitting him with another one that sends him sagging against the ropes. She backs up, and runs forward, hitting him with a crossbody that sends them both tumbling over the top rope. They crash to the floor below, and lay there as the crowd cheers wildly.
Gravedigger: These two have both sustained massive damage tonight!
Jimmy Garcia: The crowd has certainly gotten their money’s worth.
Slowly, Bonnie rises, and shoves Wentworth under the bottom rope. She slides in as the ref gets to nine, and goes for the cover.
...1!
...2!
...No! Wentworth just manages to get the shoulder up. Bonnie slowly stands, and shout out to the crowd, who scream and applaud back to her. She backs across the ring and waits for Wentworth to stand to his feet. When he does, she runs forward, and jumps up, hitting him with a boot to the face. He hits the ground, and she climbs out onto the apron. She jumps onto the top rope and hits a springboard corkscrew senton.
Jimmy Garcia: There it is! The Sonic Screwdriver! And she goes for the pin!
…1!
...2!
...3!
The crowd erupts, as Bonnie throws her hands in the air in victory.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Bonnie Blue!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue wins! You know what this means!
Gravedigger: No! No! She cheated! This is nonsense!
The crowd grows even louder as Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards walk out from behind the curtain. They get into the ring before Wentworth can come to, and cuff his hands behind his back. They drag him out of the ring, and get him half way up the ramp before he wakes up and starts to struggle. It’s not much use, as the men hold him in place fairly easily. The camera follows as they go behind the curtain, and down a long hallway. They step out onto the loading dock, and toward a big metal box in the corner. Wentworth tries to escape, but Richards shoves him inside the box, and slams the door shut.
Gravedigger: This is a tragedy! An injustice!
Bonnie hits a few button on the machine, and suddenly white smoke begins pouring from it. After a few minutes, it stops, and the giant door opens to reveal a block of grey metal, with the imprint Wentworth Updegraff Jr.’s face and hands.
Bonnie Blue: I think this’ll make a mighty fine trophy.
Jimmy Garcia: And there you have it folks.
Gravedigger: This is absolutely disgusting! |
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:15:10 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 27, 2016 0:18:22 GMT -6
Teddy Sol Segment The show cuts back to the locker room, where a group of fans can be heard crowding around a door. As the door opens, excited squeals can be heard as Spencer Adams steps through, waving as he does so.
Spencer Adams: Thank you, ladies, I’ll be back after the show, you have my number.
Spencer chuckles to himself as he turns and walks down the hallway, checking his watch as he does so.
Spencer Adams: Well, there’s still a bit of time, might as well step into the office to check a few emails.
Spencer takes a few steps past the locker room, approaching a small door with a piece of paper taped to the outside, his name scrawled across it in Sharpee. He smiles as he pushes open what is obviously a conference room door.
Spencer Adams: I wonder if any of those girls were-
Spencer’s voice quickly trails off as a look of confusion comes over his face.
It becomes quickly apparent that Spencer is not alone, and sure enough the camera pans over to a couch where Spencer’s laptop, antidote decal on the back, sits open. Behind it, however, sits a face hidden by red lenses.
Teddy Sol: Spencer! It’s been too long.
Spencer looks at Sol with a look of confusion, but cautiously approaches the desk.
Spencer Adams: Did security let you in?
Teddy Sol: Spencer, you wound me, can’t an old friend just stop in for a friendly chat?
Spencer: Old…wait…
As Spencer cocks an eyebrow, clearly deep in thought, a bizarre look begins to creep over Sol’s face. At first it appears to be a smile, but it quickly grows darker, more devious.
Teddy Sol: I just was checking over the internet, quite a bit of history you’ve built here old friend. Certainly explains a few things.
Spencer’s eyebrows suddenly raise, and his mouth opens as if to speak.
But before he can say anything, Sol suddenly stands up and reaches behind the couch to retrieve a kendo stick! Spencer backs up as he brandishes it threateningly.
Teddy Sol: I wouldn’t make any rash moves there, Spence. We have a lot to go over.
Spencer: Teo, listen. I-
At the sound of the name something seems to snap in Sol’s head, he turns and swings the Kendo stick with tremendous force, launching the laptop against the wall where it explodes in a shattering crash of sparks and circuitry.
Teddy Sol: No, you listen! I don’t know what game you’re trying to play here, but I’m not going to sit here and let you try and act like any of this is justified, like you had any reason to-
Spencer takes advantage of the lapse in conversation however to turn and bolt for the door! He slams it open with his shoulder and bursts into the hallway as Sol quickly pursues! Spencer turns and kicks a rolling table towards Sol, but he vaults over it, pursuing Spencer with a look of purpose!
Teddy Sol: So that’s how we’re gonna do it, Spence? You are really going to try to outrun me? We all know that I was faster!
Spencer manages to just barely outpace Sol, who swings the weapon and comes within inches of taking Spencer’s head off! Spencer slams himself through a door, and the sound of a lock can be heard.
Sol let’s out a shout of frustration and begins banging on the metal door with the stick, leaving dents in the surface!
Finally though, he realizes Spencer has escaped.
Through panting breaths, Sol speaks.
Teddy Sol: You want to do it like that? How does this sound. That match that I was supposed to wrestle tonight? I’m going to take this kendo stick and I’m going to smash him across the face. I’m going to put him in the hospital! and I’m going to do it with a smile on my face.
And when the people are wondering why? When they’re looking on with confusion and fear? Then Spencer, then you’re going to realize just how terrible of a mistake you have made.
Sol slams the kendo stick one more time against the door then turns and walks down the hall. |
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