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Post by Results on Oct 17, 2016 23:45:48 GMT -6
Introduction
Birmingham, United Kingdom is absolutely happy to have Monday Night Overload live in their beautiful city, and what a card they have prepared. The crowd is absolutely thrilled, and ecstatic as the show officially goes live on Youtube with cameras panning around the audience. Now they switch the frames to Jimmy Garcia, and Gravedigger seated behind the commentary table ready to call all the action tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to another episode of Monday Night Overload, and we are here in Birmingham for the first time! Tonight we have some amazing matches such as Shadowlove vs Jonathan Porter. If Shadowlove wins, he will be added to the Intercontinental Title match at Killing Floor.
Gravedigger: Not to mention, the fuckin’ idiot Ryan Jones defending his TV Title, and in our main event is the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Alex Richards, going against The Hentai Prince, Adam Kurosawa.
Jimmy Garcia: Speaking of Hentai Prince, the Otakuul last week may have thought their plans worked but oh they were wrong. Andre Holmes destroyed the training seminar but we have footage of a new tactic they went for. A restaurant dinner for the Otakuul, and #TeamRekless!
Gravedigger: Why would they put a fuckin’ murderer around others?! Are they insane?!
Jimmy Garica: My words cannot describe what went down earlier in the week. Here’s how everything went. Let’s roll the footage.
The footage rolls to reveal Adam Kurosawa, Kuno Kenji and Ryo Ishikawa all dressed together in a black tuxedos, dress shoes with a white tie on along with Jack Schlongson in a multi-colored tuxedo with blue sky colored dress pants, and white dress shoes on. They are all sat around a luxurious table section of the Simpson’s restaurant taking a sip of champagne from their sips between Adam, and Jack. Ryo on the other hand has ordered a glass of fine milk.
Jack Schlongson: I appreciate you inviting me out to dinner. I honestly didn’t want to spend the night alone.
Ryo Ishikawa: Of course, we knows the best restaurants in town. This one is perfect for tonight’s training.
Hentai Prince: Right so Kawaii! You should try their garden salad. It’s really great. How about you Andre? How are you feeling?
Andre is sat at the head of the rectangular tables tied up to the chair wearing nothing but Reebok grey workout gear. So much for being formal. Hands, and ankles tied to each arm along with the neck to the back of the chair by using handkerchiefs. He looks at the rest of those near him especially Jack Schlongson with hazel eyes boiling for murder.
Andre Holmes: You’re all going to die.
Ryo Ishikawa: So yandere.
He shoots Ryo a look that makes him flinch. Jack shakes his head, and hangs his head in shame; embarrassed for his partner. Hentai nods his head, and comforts Jack Schlongson.
Hentai Prince: It’s alright Jack. Remember, this is a work in progress. We are here today to work on our manners, and courtesy for others.
Andre Holmes: I have manners.
Hentai Prince: I highly doubt that.
Andre Holmes: THEN WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE ME CHAINED UP LIKE AN ANIMAL, YOU FUCKTARD?!
The outburst silences the live jazz band, staff members, and others around them. All eyes turn to Andre blowing steam through his nose with every huff, and the others near him try to calm him down. Jack speaks up in a soothing, and comforting manner.
Jack Schlongson: Babe, please. We’re in public, don’t embarrass yourself.
Andre Holmes: I will slit your throat if you call me that again, you multi-colored shit-space.
Hentai Prince: We’ve decided to restrain you because of your short temper. You really destroyed the set we had for you last time, and frankly, Kuno needs his money to study back into Neuroscience.
Andre just looks at Kuno, and Kuno takes a sip of his milk shrugging his shoulders. He rolls his eyes at each member at the table but when Jack comes closer, Andre snarls.
Jack Schlongson: Honestly honey, this is all for you. We need to work together as a tag team so we can have the greatest title defense in UCI history. You’re pushing me to do these things so what else am I supposed to do? I love you with all my heart. Can you please apologize, and return my Tag Team Championship belt to me please?
Andre Holmes: You’re the worst fuckin’ person to ever live, and the moment I get out of these straps, I am going to strangle you, and shove the knife into your eye.
Kuno Kenji: He’s not serious. Right Prince-Sama?
Hentai Prince: Why do you think we have him restrained?
Kuno takes another look at Andre who’s smiling sadistically at him. He gets up, and sits on the other side of Hentai Prince to ensure he doesn’t get caught in the crossfire. Now that the pleasantries have passed, the waitress approaches the men to take down their orders.
Waitress: Hello gentlemen. Are we ready to make our orders?
Kuno Kenji: I’ll have a tuna sandwich.
Waitress: Okay, and you sir?
Hentai Prince: I’ll have the Shrimp Caviar.
Waitress: Okay, what about you sir?
Jack Schlongson: I’ll have the Garden Salad. No onions, and no croutons.
Waitress: Got you. You sir?
Ryo Ishikawa: A simple basket of fries.
Waitress: Right, and as for the gentlemen tied up in the chair?
Andre Holmes: I’ll have the 12oz Sirloin Steak well done with mashed potatoes, grilled shrimp, rice and beans, steamed vegetables, and with beer.
The Otakuul along with Jack all look at Andre making that big order. Jack shakes his head, and decides to take over from there.
Jack Schlongson: Don’t worry about him. He’ll have a Grilled Chicken Salad.
Andre Holmes: Bitch what?!
Ryo Ishikawa: Language…
Andre Holmes: Bitch! Fuck you! Don’t change my orde- Hey! Get back here! Get your skinny little ass back here. Don’t- Jack. Fuck you you ugly unfiltered cunt.
The rest of the group take another sip of their drinks while Andre continues screaming at the waitress. Jack places his hand over his mouth to cover him up until she’s gone then releases it. Annoyed by his outburst, Jack buries his forehead into the palm of his hand.
Hentai Prince: Andre please. This is all about manners. You must show respect to others as you would to Jack. That waitress does not deserve to be harassed by your anger. This has to stop now.
Due to having a small sized order, the food shows up on time by the same waitress who quickly leaves so Andre doesn’t ruin her life. While everyone is enjoying their meal, Andre just sits there looking at the Grilled Chicken Salad heavily confused.
Andre Holmes: The fuck is this?!
Jack Schlongson: That is a Grilled Chicken Salad. You must maintain your weight, and eat healthier.
Andre Holmes: Did this motherfucker just call me fat?
Ryo Ishikawa: No, he says you need to keep yourself at a healthy weight.
Andre Holmes: You know every time you open your mouth, I want to shove a sword down your throat even more?
The chef comes around to the group of athletes well known from UCI. He is very happy to meet all of them except for Andre, not really a big fan of people who tries to kill people in matches.
Chef: Ah, how is you all doing? All is well? I am a big fan of all of you except for thy Mr. Holmes. You are very disrespectful, and do not value life of others. Mr. Schlongson. I am honored to have you at my restaurant. You are truly a role model, and champion.
Andre Holmes: Ha! Yeah right?
Chef: Is there a problem Mr. Holmes?
Andre Holmes: Yeah, here is a problem. Your food sucks, your life sucks. If you really think Schlongson is your role model, and champion. Clearly, you need to open your eyes, and pull your dick out under the fucking hanging blubber fat covering it. You cooking this meal is a waste of time, and you thinking you’re a good chef is a waste of God’s time. So why don’t you do yourself a favor? Put your head in an oven, turn the oven on to 400 Degress Celsius, and leave it there until you ROAST YOURSELF TO DEATH!
Chef: ...How dare you...I just wanted to meet my role model...I QUIT!
The Chef takes off his apron, and cooking hat before throwing it on the ground. He quickly leaves the restaurant in tears while Jack, and the Otakuul all give Andre a very upset look. The Relentless one shrugs his shoulders, and Kuno Kenji scoots his chair aside even more.
Hentai Prince: Enough Andre! This is exactly why we cannot have this type of attitude in our match. You will do your best to get on the same page with Jack Schlongson or else.
Andre’s eyes flared open with the killswitch on. He looked back, and forth between everyone with his body shaking. Jack, and the others quickly get out of their seats before alarming the entire restaurant.
Kuno Kenj: RUN EVERYONE! RUN!
Andre Holmes: YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
He instantly breaks out from the straps, and goes apeshift once again. Destroying furniture by overturning tables, throwing chairs everywhere, culinary items, and dishes. The entire restaurant starts evacuating with customers, and staff members running for their lives; Jack Schlongson, and the Otakuul are the first to escape. A security guard tries to detain Holmes but gets thrown over the bar to crash into the wine section. Before you know it, multiple customers, male and female, get Superkicked before the feed goes out. |
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Post by Results on Oct 17, 2016 23:46:59 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 17, 2016 23:49:39 GMT -6
Stevie Corah vs Jesse McCoy
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Greenville, South Carolina, Jesse McCoy!
"Something wrong, something right, something missing."
From the back a man with a beard on a bike flies from backstage and tears down the ramp. He is Jesse 'Devil Anse' McCoy. Devil Anse takes the bike around the ring one time bringing it to a stop beside the stairs that lead to the ring. Devil Anse steps off his bike and jogs up the stairs, along the ring apron, and finally ducks into the ring.
Once inside Devil Anse removes his trucker hat and band shirt waiting for his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Big things being said about this newcomer!
Gravedigger: Big things? You know who he’s facing, right?
Taylor Lorde: His opponent, 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 into the ring and throws a few air punches, preparing for his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Stevie Corah has been a man on a mission!
Gravedigger: You’re telling me?! He’s decimated everyone!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Running knee to the gut from McCoy!
Gravedigger: Big uppercut to follow it up.
Corah shakes it off as he charges back right into another attack from McCoy.
Jimmy Garcia: Another big uppercut from McCoy!
Gravedigger: McCoy actually handling Corah better than most would so far, not bad.
Jimmy Garcia: McCoy going for the Irish whip off the ropes, but Corah stops him!
Gravedigger: McCoy sent bouncing back.
Jimmy Garcia: Murderzone!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Stevie Corah!
Jimmy Garcia: McCoy started off great, but that murderzone is deadly!
Gravedigger: It only takes one and it can happen at anytime, Jimmy! |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:01:37 GMT -6
If Shadowlove wins, he will be added to the Intercontinental Title match at Killing Floor Jonathan Porter vs Shadowlove
Jimmy Garcia: What an action-packed night we've had so far! And it's about to get better as we head into a match with Title implications. Number One Contender, Jonathan "Fang" Porter takes on perennial fan favorite "The Handsome Half-Breed"; if Shadowlove wins, he'll be entered into the Intercontinental Title match with Porter, and reigning champion Bonnie Blue, at Killing Floor.
Gravedigger: We've seen a new, more aggressive side of The Handsome Half-Breed lately, and I think I like it. Shadowlove is a hungry, young fighter with plenty to prove. If Fang doesn't watch his back, he's going to end up with twice the competition for that strap.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL. First to the ring, from Long Pond, Pennsylvania; weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds; he is the Wolf God, the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling, the ONLY Icon that Matters..... JONATHAN PORTER!!!!!
The lights in the arena dim. A red ribbon appears on the Titantron. A female voice sings "Do do doo do doo doo do do do do do do dooo do do do" and Centuries by Fallout boy starts. Red, Gold and Silver pyro curtains begin to shower down from the bottom of the Tron and the Cross of the Wolf appears as the words TRUE IMMORTAL come together under it. Scenes of the Man In Black fighting well known superstars he's faced over his career before The Wav3 begin to montage on the screen as the Spirit of the Wolf walks through the shower of fire. A sinister look is on his face, but then he looks to the fans and smirks his trademark smirk. He walks down to the ring, taking his leather jacket off as he gets there and hands it to a ring attendant. He then slides in the ring slowly. He stands up and looks around the arena taking in the reaction of the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent.... Hailing from right here in BIrmingham, England; weighing in at two-hundred thirty-five pounds, and accompanied, as always, by the ravishing Miss Miyamoto.... The one, the only, 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 "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.
A sudden pop from the audience has nothing to do with eithere of the competitors, as Bonnie Blue strides confidently from the back, title belt over her shoulder, and slapping hands with the fans straining to reach for her as she makes her way to ringside.
Jimmy Garcia: And we are now being joined at the commentary table by the Intercontinental Champion herself, Bonnie Blue! Good to have you with us, Champ!
Bonnie Blue: Hiya, Jimmy! Thanks! Good to be here! ...Hi, Gravedigger...
Gravedigger: Hey, gorgeous. How about we ditch this chump and you spend some time with a REAL man?
Bonnie Blue: Which one? Fang or Shadowlove?
The bell rings, sparing us all further embarassment, and the match begins.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove immediately calls for a test of strength. Fang interlaces his fingers with Shadowlove's.
Bonnie Blue: Fang better have somethin' up his sleeve, because the Handsome Half-Breed has all the leverage here.
As Shadowlove puts the pressure on, Jonathan Porter realizes he's in trouble and fires off a snap kick to Shadowlove's midsection.
Gravedigger: There's the brilliant mind of the Devil's Chosen at work! Porter follows up with a quick DDT. The Handsome Half-Breed may have the size advantage, but the Wolf God makes up for it with speed and agility. And here's the pin!
Jimmy Garcia: Only a one-count, though, as Shadowlove springs back to his feet and launches a hard right at Porter's face! But Porter counters with a right of his own!
Bonnie Blue: These guys're tradin' punches like there ain't no tomorrow, an' Shadowlove is startin' to get the worst of it. OH! EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM PORTER! That backed the Handsome one off.
Shadowlove staggers backward several paces, rubbing at his jaw. He comes back with a heavy forearm...
Gravedigger: Caught by Porter! Fang with an Irish whip! But Shadowlove catches hold of the ropes. That's veteran-level ring awareness, and something Fang was clearly prepared for as he charges after the Handsome Half-Breed and nails him with a running knee lift to the jaw.
Bonnie Blue: YAY! And Shadowlove spills to the outside. Let me tell you, Jimmy -- and Gravedigger can back me up -- that does NOT feel good.
Gravedigger: Word.
Jimmy Garcia: I bet. Porter follows 'Love to the outside, where Miss Miyamoto moves in to confront him. She's got that rolled-up Wall Street Journal in her hand... he'd better be careful...
She raises the rolled-up paper and brings it down in a vicious strike -- but Porter catches her wrist and smoothly disarms her, then waggles a finger in her face as if scolding her.
Bonnie Blue: Damnit, Porter! Pay attention to your opponent! I don't wanna have to fight both of y'all....
Gravedigger: Really? I thought you were into -- whoa! Shadowlove out of nowhere! Miyamoto steps out of the way as Shadowlove clobbers Fang from behind, then runs him forward into the crowd barrier!
Undeterred, however, Porter struggles back to his feet and nails the Handsome Half-Breed with a powerful chop across the chest.
Audience: WHOOOO!
Emboldened, he delivers another that forces Shadowlove backward, toward the ring.
Audience: WHOOOO!!
A third backs the Handsome Half-Breed up against the ring apron.
Audience: WHOOOO!!!
The fourth --
Audience: WHOOOO!!!!
-- and fifth --
Audience: WHOOOO!!!!!
-- drive the wind from Shadowlove's lungs, and he slumps against the edge of the ring, trying to get his breath. Roughly, Fang shoves the Handsome Half-Breed under the ropes and breaks the referee's ten-count. Climbing in behind him, Porter delivers a boot to Shadowlove's face and drops down to cover.
ONE ...
TWO -- NO!!!
Jimmy Garcia: The Handsome Half-Breed gets his shoulder up! This isn't over yet as Porter hauls Shadowlove to his feet and throws him into the corner. Fang tries to connect with a corner splash -- but Shadowlove twists out of the way just in time!
Not one to miss an opportunity, Shadowlove moves in to grab Porter's hair and slam his face into the turnbuckle a few times before the ref backs him off.
Gravedigger: Now THIS is a fight! You better kiss that belt goodbye now, Bonnie -- no way you're walking out of Killing Floor a champion.
Bonnie Blue: You keep on thinkin' that, old man. I ain't done yet. Not by a longshot. WHOA! Shadowlove just hauled Fang out of the corner and pulled him into a Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker! Oh, damn! Shadowlove takin' advantage now, tryin' to apply that figure four.
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like he's got it cinched down tight! Fang's only hope are the ropes, just inches beyond his grasping fingers!
Porter struggles, straining; the audience begins to clap in a steady rhythm, encouraging him. Even as he pulls forward, however, Shadowlove adjusts his hold to put on more pressure. The referee is in his face, asking if he wants to tap. Fang shakes his head vehemently and shoves the ref away. In a sudden burst of strength, Porter lunges forward to grab hold of the bottom rope. Even so, Shadowlove doesn't release the hold until the ref threatens him with a disqualification.
Bonnie Blue: Looks like Shadowlove really wants that shot at my belt.
Gravedigger: I'm sure that's not all he wants a shot at.
Jimmy Garcia: Could you have a little class, please?
Gravedigger: Yeah. As little as possible.
Bonnie Blue: Ugh. Gross. Anyway... in the ring, Shadowlove maintains the upper hand, nailing
Porter with that Bionic Elbow! Now it's the Handsome Half-Breed with the cover!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR-- KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: I don't believe it! How is Fang even alive after that elbow?!
Bonnie Blue: Alive, hell! He's on the attack! Get him, Porter!
In flurry of action, Fang staggers Shadowlove with a short-arm clothesline, then drops him with a German suplex! But the Wolf God isn't finished yet! He pulls Shadowlove back to his feet and locks in a full Nelson!
Gravedigger: The Handsome Half-Breed may be in trouble here.
Bonnie Blue: ....or not. Excuse me, gentlemen...
Jimmy Garcia: Hey! Where are you -- ?
The Daughter of Time leaves the announce table and walks around the outside of the ring, where Miss Miyamoto has already started to slip under the ropes. Bonnie grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back out, and a heated argument quickly turns into an exchange of blows.
The distraction proves just enough for Shadowlove to break free of Jonathan Porter's hold. The Handsome Half-Breed whirls around and drives his forearm against Porter's throat, then wraps an arm around Fang's neck. Knowing what to expect, the Birmingham crowd begins to chant.
Audience: DDT! DDT! DDT!
Miss Miyamoto breaks off the fight with Bonnie, raising her hands in a gesture of surrender as she inches toward the ring. The "Fashionista Sensei" gazes up to Shadowlove, who points first to Miss Miyamoto, who shakes her head.... and nods toward Bonnie. He turns his patented smile on Bonnie Blue, who simply shrugs. Miyamoto, however, draws her index finger across her own throat, then pantomimes arterial spray with her hands.
Jimmy Garcia: There's the cue Shadowlove was waiting for! Dark Gift DDT! There's the cover, and he hooks the leg.
Gravedigger: And it looks like he's dedicated this one to BOTH the women in his life. Heh.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
While Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto celebrate in the ring, Bonnie snatches her belt from the commentary table and climbs onto the apron. Leaning against the ropes, she holds the strap up high, so both men get a good look at it. Then, lowering it, she taps herself on the chest, a clear indication that the belt is hers, and smiles at them.
Bonnie Blue: Come and get it, boys. If y'all can.
Blowing each man a kiss, she hops down off the ring apron and disappears to the back.
Jimmy Garcia: Just like that, the Handsome Half-Breed secures himself a shot at Bonnie Blue's Intercontinental Title, alongside the man he JUST defeated here tonight! Killing Floor is shaping up to be a hell of a pay-per-view! |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:04:44 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:05:18 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:07:35 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match Demarcus Jordan vs PerZag vs Shooter McCool
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, talking shit to the fans and whatnot.
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds...DEMARCUS JORDAN!
He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
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.
Taylor Lorde: From Benalla, Victoria, Australia, weighing in at 216 pounds...PERZAG!
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.
“You Ain’t Never Met a Mother Fucker Quite Like Me” begins to drift out of the speakers as Shooter McCool slithers his way out onto the entrance ramp with his trademark swagger. Chewing on a toothpick, he makes his way toward the ring, stopping to share words with an attractive woman in the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Now coming to the ring, from Nashville Tennessee. He weighs two hundred twenty pounds and stands six feet five inches tall. Ladies and gentlemen, the cowboy cassanova, Shooter McCool!
Shooter makes his way up the steps. Standing in the middle of the ring, he lazily holds his arms out to the side, like some sort of cocky, hillbilly Jesus. He steps back into his corner, and waits for the match to start, as the crowd showers him with boos. The referee calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Jimmy Garcia: Well here we go! Triple threat action! Jordan versus PerZag versus McCool!
Gravedigger: Any chance you could turn the hype down a bit? I'm getting tired of wiping your spittle off the side of my face.
Jimmy Garcia: ALWAYS STAY HYPED BRO!
Gravedigger: ...
PerZag looking back and forth at McCool and Jordan, both of whom are looking his way. PerZag waving for them to try to come at him and they oblige. PerZag quickly ducks under the ropes and drops to the floor before they reach him. McCool starts to follow him through the ropes when he's rolled up from behind by Jordan.
O-
Jimmy Garcia: Not even a one count as McCool quickly powers out of that pin attempt.
Both men up to their feet and McCool isn't at all happy about the sneak attack, but Jordan just tells him to get over it. Or we're guessing that's what it means as Jordan flips him the finger. The crowd lets out an "Ooooo" at that as McCool goes after him, only to get stopped as PerZag grabs his ankle from outside the ring and trips him up. PerZag now hopping up onto the apron as Jordan drops to his knees and starts hammering at the back of McCool's head with right hands to keep him on.
Gravedigger: And Shooter seems to be on the firing line at the moment as all the offense in the match has been against him.
Jimmy Garcia: I see what you did there.
PerZag getting into the ring as Jordan lets up his attack and backs off. PerZag pulling McCool up to his feet, gesturing to Jordan to team up. Jordan into it and starts to move to help until PerZag sends McCool head first into Jordan's gut. PerZag with a quick German to McCool before popping back up to hit a suplex onto Jordan.
Jimmy Garcia: And the technical wizard PerZag getting to work with the suplexes!
McCool back up to his feet and PerZag goes for a belly to belly. McCool with the counter though, bell clapping PerZag. McCool shoves him off and hits a spinning backfist that spins PerZag around and into a roundhouse kick from Jordan. PerZag drops and Jordan moves to make the cover until McCool goes for a bicycle kick. Jordan ducks it and grabs McCool before dropping him with a back body drop onto PerZag. McCool rolls off of PerZag as Jordan looks back and forth between them before going for the pin on PerZag.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Jimmy Garcia: No! PerZag with the shoulder up!
Jordan not to pleased but he quickly moves to pin McCool.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Gravedigger: No! Another kick out.
Jordan back up and he's stalking McCool as he's trying to get up. Jordan calling for The Number One but PerZag trips up McCool from behind before he stumbles into it. Jordan pulling PerZag up to his feet and he pulls him in for the Awesomeness. PerZag with the counter and he takes Jordan to the mat with a double leg takedown. PerZag with the jackknife pin attempt.
ONE!
TW-
Jimmy Garcia: No! McCool breaks up the pin.
McCool pulls PerZag in and hits him with the Closing Time. McCool moves in for the pin when Jordan spins him around.
Gravedigger: The Number One!
McCool hits the mat and Jordan quickly covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jimmy Garcia: And that's that! DeMarcus Jordan wins this triple threat! |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:11:09 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match Madison Meriweather vs Celeste Mallory vs Samantha Tolson
Jimmy Garcia: It's triple threat women's match time!
Gravedigger: You're such a pig Jimmy. Just thinking of them as women instead of the great competitors they are.
Jimmy Garcia: How did you get that impression?
Gravedigger: I can feel the desperation in your voice from a mile away you sad, pathetic little man. You better let me take the lead in this match lest Celeste Mallory take offense and destroy you like she's going to destroy her opponents tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: How do you know that? Last week Samantha Tolson very nearly defeated Andre Holmes in her bid to advance to the Killing Floor. And Madison Meriweather could have the hometown advantage here tonight in England in her debut. You never know.
Gravedigger: You don't. I do. Jack Schlongson's best friend is gonna crush tonight.
[The lights go down in the arena, and the hard guitar opening of Superchick's "Hey Hey" begins to filter through the sound system.]
Some people you can never please
You might as well just let them be
They mock everything not their own
From their imaginary throne
(whispered)
But I won't bow down
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
[Samantha Tolson then steps out onto the entryway, throwing a couple of gentle punches at the air, then a kick or two before raising her arms to the cheering crowd.]
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
[Samantha slaps fives with those along the aisle, walking slowly toward the ring, then around it, continuing to greet the fans.]
Hey!
[Tolson pumps her right hand, balled into a fist, into the air in time with the chant.]
Hey!
[And does it a second time on the second chant.]
Why try to be like someone else
When you can only be yourself
No one can sing the song you do
Be true be legendary you
So I won't sell out
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
[Samantha finally makes her way to ringside, leaping from a flat-footed stance on the floor straight onto the apron, then slingshots herself into the ring as the announcer makes his announcement.]
Announcer: “Coming to the ring/And her opponent….she is from Jefferson City, Missouri….the first female graduate of Camp Nightfall...standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in this morning at one-hundred fifty-eight pounds….she is….”NO GIMMICKS NEEDED” SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
[The rock anthem begins to fade out as Samantha stretches on the ropes, awaiting the bell.]
Smoke begins to rise from the stage as the opening riffs of the song begin playing. A single mirror is lowered from the ceiling, as the song begins to pick up. As the smoke clears, a woman is shown being raised on a platform from below the stage looking into the mirror, adjusting her hair and what not accordingly, then the mirror raises and Madison is standing there.
Whoa! You're only smoke and mirrors!
Whoa! You're only smoke and mirrors!
Whoa! You're only smoke and mirrors!
Whoa! You're only smoke and mirrors tonight!
Madison tosses the coat tails behind her, as she begins walking down to the ring, as the announcer looks at her.
“From, Sheffield, England, Madison Meriweather!”
“Let everybody see, their future here with me.
Just watch the wheel go round.
I'll cheer as you go down.”
As she walks down to the ring, she high fives the fans on either side, before sliding underneath the bottom rope. She waves to the crowd on the other side of the ring then turns and does it to the fans right in front of her, taking her jacket off, dropping it over ringside then posing for the fans once more, while backing into a corner. Watching the ramp, waiting for her opponent.
The arena goes dark. The pulsating sounds of the theme begin to play as the words begin to ring….
Thou Shall Not Fall….
Thou Shall Not Die….
Thou Shall Not Feel….
Thou Shall Not Kill……
“Cry Little Sister” by I Will Never Be The Same plays throughout the arena as Celeste Mallory slowly walks out and looks around as she smirks to the crowd. Her long dark brown hair is in a high ponytail and she flings it over her right shoulder before heading to the ring.
She stops to look around for a bit at the fans, Celeste even will approach some and rub her fingers across their faces before slowly sliding into the ring. She spreads her arms out in the middle of the ring and looks over at the referee, smiles and winks at him gesturing for him to help her take off the leather jacket which he does, she then turns, smiles and winks at him.
Afterwards, she lays across the bottom rope in the corner as she waits for the match to start patiently….
The opening bell sounds and the three women circle each other looking for an advantage. Sam Tolson strikes first arm dragging down Merriweather before eating a clothesline from Mallory. Celeste then whips Madison to a corner, then whips Tolson in after her before charging over to get backdropped over the top rope to the floor by both her opponents!
Jimmy Garcia: Your pick not looking so good early Gravedigger!
Gravedigger: Shut up. We'll see who's laughing in the end.
Madison goes a suplex on Samantha but she blocks it and goes behind hitting a release german suplex on Merriweather! Madison quickly gets up but is met with a lariat from Tolson! Samantha confidently motions for Merriweather to get to her feet then when she does Sam hits a belly to belly suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Samantha Tolson looking very good early on.
Sam charges in only to get caught with a monkey flip from Madison! Merriweather catches her on the rebound off of the ropes with a big boot to the gut then a backpack stunner! She makes the cover.
1...
2..
kick out!
Madison waits for her to get up then goes for a headscissors only for Samantha to drop her throat first against the ropes instead as a counter then nail her with the Nightfall, her tazmission plex!
Jimmy Garcia: I think this one might be over. Celeste has been nowhere to be seen since she got backdropped over the top rope and now Samantha is headed to the top rope for a moonsault.
Gravedigger: Ha! Knew it! She was waiting her time and setting them up the whole time. More than one way to skin a cat Jimmy. But you wouldn't know that because you've never wrestled a match in your life!
While Gravedigger was speaking the devious Celeste Mallory climbed up the ropes behind Samantha and executed a back rake, then an eye rake, then shoved her directly off the top rope to the arena floor head first right into the ring steps!
Jimmy Garcia: That was brutal! Celeste has no regard for her opponent's safety!
Gravedigger: I know! Great isn't it!
Celeste then climbs to the top rope and noticing Merriweather down she leaps off with a diving elbow drop to the middle of Merriweather's chest, the Devil's Spike! She makes the cover.
1..
2..
3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, Celeste Mallory!
Jimmy Garcia: The former Rising Stars Champion makes a statement with a relatively easy win here tonight.
Gravedigger: Told you so Jimmy. She could easily be the next world champion. This lady has that killer instinct. |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:12:06 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:16:57 GMT -6
If Ryo wins, he will be added to the Intercontinental Title match at Killing Floor Bonnie Blue vs Ryo Ishikawa
Garcia: ‘Coming up now, we have a match with interesting ramifications for Killing floor’
‘Digger: ‘That’s right Jimmy, for some idiotic reason our management has decided that another follower of our newest degenerate cult deserves a shot at a title match at Killing Floor, they should really know better after what Johnny Rabid did to their pet cat.’
Before Jimmy can respond 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.
The Brawler looks up the ramp as smoke covers the stage as the opening riff of Erock's "Doctor Who Meets Metal" echoes through the venue; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in her blue and white singlet, with the Intercontinental strap slung over her shoulder. Bonnie raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. She slips through the ropes, then climbs onto the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd with a dazzling smile, the Intercontinental title lifted overhead.
Taylor Lorde: ‘The following match is scheduled for, ONE FALL, if The Bishōnen Brawler wins this match he will be entered in the intercontinental championship match at Killing Floor!’
Taylor Lorde: ‘Introducing first, from Roppongi, Japan, weighing in at 205 pounds, The Bishōnen Brawler!’
Taylor Lorde: ‘And his opponent, weighing in at 143 pounds, she is the Intercontinental Champion, Bonnie Blue!
DING! DING! DING!
‘Digger: ‘And they’re off!’
Garcia: ‘Bonnie Blue is clearly the faster, more technically skilled of the two, but Brawler has his own style of fighting, and it might just earn him a chance at the Intercontinental title!’
The two fighters are circling each other, Brawler closes in and attempts a kick, but it’s grabbed by Bonnie, she wags her finger at him playfully before twisting into a dragon screw takedown.
Bonnie runs and bounces off the ropes as Ryo rises to his knees, she jumps onto his shoulders and attempts a spike-rana, but the Brawler grabs her by her waist and slams her down with a powerbomb.
Ryo gets back up on his feet, slapping his right leg a little, a grimace on his face.
Garcia: ‘Looks like that Dragon screw had some effect on The Brawler’
By the time Ryo is back on his feet Bonnie is also up, she tries to rush him but he meet her with an arm drag, as she gets back to her feet he meets her with a snap suplex.
Garcia: ‘Nice combination by the Brawler!’
‘Digger: ‘Yeah but Bonnie is already up, string together offense means nothing if it doesn’t have any impact’
Bonnie rushes Brawler and hits him with a hurricanrana, as he scrambles back to his feet she runs up to the rope and springboards off the second rope, performing a backflip and catching Ryo with an inverted facelock when she lands.
Garcia: ‘Oh wow, she caught him, he’s set up for the Infinity Paradox!’
As Bonnie raises her arm for the elbow drop, the Brawler grabs her body and twists around, hitting her with a snap powerslam.
Garcia: ‘Great reversal from The Brawler, saving himself from Blue’s elbow’
‘Digger: ‘Yeah, for now…’
Ryo pulls Bonnie to her feet and Irish whipping her into the corner, following her and jumping on her in the corner, impacting knees first, Bonnie staggers out of the corner.
‘Digger: ‘Bonnies still on her feet though!’
As if hearing what Gravedigger said, The Brawler hits a hard right to the back of Bonnie’s head!
Garcia: ‘ONE PAWNCH!’
‘Digger: ‘I hate you, Jimmy…’
Garcia: ‘Brawler with the cover!’
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
‘Digger: ‘Confident kickout at two by Bonnie!’
Garcia: ‘ Brawler climbing the top rope, might be looking to hit his flying knee drop!’
The Bishōnen Brawler stands up on the top rope and gestures to the now bent over Bonnie before leaping.
The Bishōnen Brawler: ‘Ryuuga wagateki wo kurau!’
But Bonnie has had more than enough time to recover and raises her body out of the path of his attack causing Ryo to land hard on his knee, before he can recover Bonnie rolls Ryo up with a schoolboy roll-up.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Ryo kicks out and rises to his feet quickly, trying to catch Bonnie unaware with a clothesline.
Garcia: ‘Bonnie ducks underneath, inverted facelock!’
‘Digger: ‘Infinity Paradox, Cover!’
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Garcia: ‘Another close kickout by the Brawler!’
‘Digger: ‘Yeah, but Bonnie is moving to the apron, setting up for that Sonic Screwdriver!’
Ryo blinks as he’s lying on the mat, trying to clear his vision as Bonnie jumps up onto the ropes, he doesn’t notice her until she is already halfway through her graceful flight, he attempts to raise his knees.
‘Digger: ‘SONIC SCREWDRIVER!’
Garcia: ‘Brawler wasn’t fast enough with getting the knees up!’
Bonnie scrambles to cover Ryo as fast as possible.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Taylor Lorde: ‘Here is your winner, your Intercontinental champion, Bonnie Blue!’
Garcia: ‘Good showing by The Brawler here, but Bonnie put her speed to good use and came away with the win, keeping her match at Killing Floor a singles match!’
‘Digger: ‘Go away weirdo, go back and pet your adult man dressing as a cat!’ |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:18:09 GMT -6
Jack Schlongson vs Tiffany White
The lights go out in the arena, as "A Bolt From The Blue" hits the PA, the lights sync themselves with the intro.
"AHH AHH. AHH AHH."
The beat drops as blue strobe lights spaz out across the arena. Tiffany White finally comes out from the back, blowing kisses to any attractive ladies she sees in the crowd. A guy in the front row catcalls her, which she responds with a swift middle finger. She rushes into the ring, bouncing around in time with the music, and as the song fades out she gets ready for the match.
"Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson walks out from behind the curtain in his civilian clothes and with a microphone.
Jack Schlongson: Please, maestro, kill the music.
The music dies down, allowing Jack to speak clearly.
Jack Schlongson: Now, I know some of you may be wondering why I, Jack Schlongson, Gay Superstar Wunderkind, am not in my wrestler gear, no on my way to the ring. Well, lets start with first things first, lovelies. As I'm sure you all know by now, Andre has refused SEVERAL times, to reinstate my name as fellow tag team champion. However, its not him I am mad at, because as strong as my Andre is, he is just a man. My real frustration is with the actual hand of power, the establishment of UCI. For while it may be Andre petitioning for it, its up to the powers that be. Enacting on Andre's wishes shows a VERY distinct bias not only against me, but the LGBT community in its entirety. So with that said, not only am I REFUSING to fight a fellow member of the said community, I am REFUSING to compete in UCI's next PPV, Killing Floor.
Tiffany kicks the ropes and calls out Jack, calling his words "bullshit".
Jack Schlongson: I do apologize, Miss Little Tiff, but I refuse to let UCI EXPLOIT our community and then throw us away like trash! As one of UCI's biggest stars, it is my duty to use my pull to send a message. So, with that said, as much as I would like to stay and watch the show, I must take my leave and begin my campaign for justice. HASHTAGE SCHLONGSON FOR CHAMPION!
"Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma plays as Jack moves back behind the curtain, leaving a pissed off Tiffany as the screen goes to black. |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:19:57 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:26:28 GMT -6
Ryan Jones Segment
Scene cuts to backstage and the locker room converted office of Ryan Jones. Ryan is playing chess with his hired muscle and mentor Warren Deen.
Ryan Jones: Check mate!
Ryan yells, wearing a black Tap Out shirt that says: "Tap that ass" on the front and black Adidas sweats with three white stripes down the side.
Warren Deen: Damn it, man. You whin again! Is there anything you aren't good at? Besides dominoes..I boned up last week and beat your ass!
Warren yells back, wearing a #UCI blue muscle t-shirt that says: "The Deen is in" on the front and "Class is in session" on the back with matching blue Nike sweat pants.
Ryan Jones: Come to think of it, I can't think of anything I'm not good at. Losing. I'm not very good at losing, that might be the only thing.
Warren Deen: That's something Michal Whin has down pat.
Ryan and Warren both laugh.
Ryan Jones: I can't even debate that shit!
Warren Deen: Nobody can, bruh. It's the truth. Homeboy, loses most of his matches.
Ryan Jones: Now that you say that he will probably pull off the upset whin tonight.
Warren Deen: Nooooot!!
Warren laughs out loud.
Ryan Jones: I'm being serious. The way my luck has been going it's not past the realm of possibility. Who gets served custody papers on live TV?
Warren Deen: I guess that's why you are the UCI Television Champion.
Warren grins and winks into the camera.
Ryan Jones: Not even funny.
He giggles a little.
Warren Deen: Come on, bruh, lighten up. You know that was a good one.
Ryan Jones: Yeah, it was pretty funny. Almost as funny as all that "make it a whin" shit.
Warren Deen: See, there you go. Now you're getting into it.
Ryan Jones: You in a white lab coat mocking him as Warren Whin in that infomercial earlier this week was hilarious actually.
Warren Deen: What do you mean mocking him? I was being serious, my Whinning Formula by Whinning Labatories is going to be a game changer, bruh. You'll see!
Ryan Jones: Oh, sorry..I didn't know that was a serious thing.
They both break out in laughter. For the second week in a row there is a knock at the locker room door.
Warren Deen: Shit. Not this again.
Ryan Jones: Well?
Warren Deen: Well..what?
Ryan Jones: Answer the door. Remember, that's one of your job duties?
Warren Deen: I don't know, bruh. I'm going to have to check union bylaws.
Ryan Jones: Smart ass. That's supposed to be my gimmick, not yours.
Warren Deen: I'm just sayin'. Last week I answered it and it didn't turn out so well-
There is a second knock at the door.
Ryan Jones: Come on..it's not going to answer itself. Fine. I promise this time I won't get mad.
Warren Deen: Pinky swear?
Warren sticks his pinky out.
Ryan Jones: Pinky swear? Hell no, that's gay as fuck. How about scout's honor?
Ryan holds up three fingers.
Warren Deen: Alright..alright. I'll answer the door. Scout's honor? Yeah, you are a real fuckin' boy scout.
Warren walks over to the door and closes his eyes, then opens them and answers the door. He swings the door open and the camera focuses on Michal Whin as the crowd in the arena pops with jeers.
Michal Whin: Hey there..Jimmy Deen is it?
Warren gets rattled right away.
Warren Deen: It's Warren. What do you want?
Michal Whin: Well, Deen Warren-
Warren Deen: Warren Deen!
Michal Whin: That's what I said-
Warren Deen: No, you didn't. You said it the other way around-
Michal Whin: Ah, sorry man. I'm really bad when it comes to names.
Whin winks into the camera.
Warren Deen: What can I do for you, pal?
Michal Whin: Just wanted to talk to your boss really quick, but if you two are too busy playing with your pinkies I understand.
Ryan Jones: (yells) Who is it?
Warren Deen: It's Michelle, bruh.
Ryan Jones: Michelle?
Michal Whin: Michal. It's Michal.
Warren Deen: Oh, sorry. I guess I'm not very good with names either.
Ryan Jones: Whin? Let him in Warren.
Warren reluctantly let's Whin past him but keeps a close eye on him as Whin smiles and walks right by him.
Michal Whin: Ryan. How are you?
He puts out a fist and Ryan hits him with a fist pound.
Ryan Jones: Ah..you know how it is? Hanging in there. Just getting ready for our match tonight.
Whin looks over at the chess board.
Michal Whin: Chess, eh?
Ryan Jones: Game two. I schooled Warren the first game. By the way, it's your move Warren.
Whin quickly makes about five moves at once. And takes Ryan's Queen.
Michal Whin: Check mate! Anyway, I just wanted to see if we could make this match a specialty of mine.
Ryan Jones: How the fuck did you do that?
Michal Whin: Do what?
Ryan Jones: That move you just did-
Michal Whin: Oh, that. Just your basic Michael Adams philosophy.
Ryan Jones: You know Michael Adams?
Michal Whin: Me and him are buds from way back, anyway about our match?
Ryan Jones: Yeah..yeah..what about our match now?
Michal Whin: I was just thinking, you still doing that let your opponent pick the match thing?
Ryan Jones: Haven't done that in a few weeks..why what'd you have in mind?
Michal Whin: How about a Gentleman Monster Brawl Match?
Warren walks over and gets into the conversation.
Warren Deen: Don't fall for that shit, Ryan.
Ryan Jones: No, it's okay Warren. I thinks it's a great idea.
Warren Deen: You don't even know what kind of match that is?
Ryan Jones: Meh. How bad can it be? You're on.
Michal Whin: Great! See you out there ol' man?
Ryan Jones: Wait, what's a Gentleman Monster Brawl Match?
Michal Whin: No rules-
Ryan Jones: Piece of cake. I thought-
Michal Whin: And of course the ropes will be wrapped in barbed wire.
Ryan Jones: (gulps) Baaarbed wire!?
Michal Whin: Actually it's concertina wire-
Warren Deen: Concertina wire?
Michal Whin: Razor wire. Okay, boys, I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get ready for our match. Thanks, Ryan..see you in the Whinner's circle!
Warren Deen's eyes are bulging out of his head at the mentioning of razor wire. Whin puts out his fist again and Ryan fists pounds him back and grins. Whin exits through the locker room door.
Ryan Jones: Did you see that move he did? He knows Michael Adams-
Warren Deen: The little dude with the funky 3-point shot that used to play in the NBA?
Ryan Jones: Not that Michael Adams. THE Michael Adams..you know the English chess player?
Warren looks at Ryan with a confused.
Warren Deen: Huh?
Ryan Jones: Oh, never mind. Google it!
Ryan grins and winks into the camera.
Warren Deen: You just accepted a razor wire match for your Television Title--
Ryan Jones: Loosen up man. You worry too much. I got this.
Warren Deen: I hope you know what you're getting into.
Ryan Jones: I always know what I'm doing. Don't worry. I always come out ahead..there's not debating that!
Warren Deen: Okay, boss..if you say so.
Ryan sits back down and goes over the chess move Whin made as the camera fades and the scene ends. |
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:34:42 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Ryan Jones © vs Michal Whin
Jimmy Garcia: This next match is going to be brutal as Ryan Jones defends his UCI Television Title against Michal Whin in what is being billed a Gentleman Monster Brawl Match!
The camera focuses on Jimmy's broadcast partners who are Gravedigger and Warren Deen handcuffed to each other.
Warren Deen: What kind of crazy shit is that?
Gravedigger: Almost as crazy as GM Jayson Price handcuffing us together. I'm sure this isn't in my contract.
Jimmy Garcia: I think this is a great idea. The history between Ryan and Gravedigger the past few months has been absolutely out of hand!
Warren Deen: Because bozo the clown over here keeps interfering and putting his nose in places it doesn't belong.
Gravedigger: Whatever, Paula Deen..clowns are pretty popular these days.
Warren Deen: So is suicide..why don't you give that a try?
Jimmy Garcia: Would you two kids behave?
Warren Deen and Gravedigger: (at the same time) He started it!
Warren and Gravedigger accusingly point the finger at each other.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh boy..maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. This is going to be a long night.
Warren Deen: Lucky for you, you only have to deal with me during my bosses match but this big bag of shit? You got him permanently.
Gravedigger: Hey, watch it!
Jimmy Garcia: You two are nothing but three hundred pound babies.
Warren Deen: I hate to see the used up twat-waffle that gave birth to either of us.
Gravedigger: Hahaha. That was a good one. But that twat-waffle would happen to be your mom..remember?
Warren Deen: Why you--
Jimmy Garcia: Enough! We all three have a job to do, so let's do it!
Warren Deen and Gravdigger: (exact same time again) It's his fault!
Warren and Gravedigger point at one another.
Jimmy Garcia: I know it is so let's move on.
Warren Deen and Gravedigger: See, I told you it was your fault!
Jimmy Garcia: Tweedle dee and tweedle dum.
Gravedigger: Hahaha. He called you tweedle Deen.
Warren Deen: Fine by me. That makes you tweedle dumb.
Jimmy Garcia: At any rate..let me explain the rules of this Gentleman Monster Brawl Match that the "Gentleman Monster" Michal Whin Edwards has cooked up-- there are no rules!
Warren Deen: What was that idiot thinking?
Gravedigger: Who..your boss Ryan? Yeah what the hell was he thinking accepting a match like that for his UCI Television Title?
Warren Deen: I was referring to that loser Whin, you dumbass!
Jimmy Garcia: Besides no rules, the regular ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire connected to a electricity source. On top of that coils of razor wire have been wrapped around the electric barbed wire!
Warren Deen: What!? No way..nobody agreed to that.
Gravedigger: Your boss did. I love it..he's going to shit his pants..hahahaha
Jimmy Garcia: Here comes the challenger and the master of the Gentleman Monster Brawl now!
"Live to Win", by Paul Stanley blares over the PA 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 is wearing pink and gold tights with the word "Whin" down both legs. He takes a run down the ramp and slides into the ring careful not to hit the barbed wire, leaping onto the turnbuckle, extending his arms out closing his eyes and taking it all in.
Gravedigger: Make it a Whin, Michal!
Warren Deen: Not if my boy has anything to say about it.
Jimmy Garcia: That music can only mean one thing..here comes the our UCI Television Champion!
"We are the Champions", by Queen mixed with "Master Debater", by Twist rocks the Barclaycard Arena in Birmingham, U.K. and the fans give out a huge pop as out struts "Random" Ryan Jones wearing a Tap Out shirt and blue jeans. With Precious draped over his right shoulder, he stops halfway down the ramp and looks around at the cheering fans. He smiles then throws his title down, which an agent picks up and brings to the announcers table, then runs in and dives into the ring over the top rope to avoid the razor wire.
Jimmy Garcia: Ryan is in there with heavy lefts and rights!
Warren Deen: Notice he avoided that razor wire? Great move!
Gravedigger: He won't be able to avoid it the whole match though.
The ref gives the signal to ring the bell and start the match to the time keeper.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Suddenly the lights flicker. The time keeper flips a switch and the barbed wire ropes wrapped in razor wire coils have electricity running through them.
Jimmy Garcia: Thez Press by Ryan and he is landing with those piston like right hands here on #Overload!!
Warren Deen: Get his ass boss!
Gravedigger: Whin is fighting back!!
Whin fires back with a series of punches of his own before landing a European Uppercut that sends Ryan flying into the barb wire ropes.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz! (The lights flicker on and off)
Jimmy Garcia: Ryan just got zapped by those ropes!
Ryan quickly flies back at Whin who blasts him with another European Uppercut.
Warren Deen: This doesn't look good for Ryan!
Gravedigger: What do you mean? This is great!
Whin lands a Springboard Uppercut that sends Ryan reeling but this time Ryan smartly avoids the electrified barb wired ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Ryan felt how it feels to get zapped and wants no part of it!
Whin tries his patent Discus Forearm but Ryan ducks it and Drop Toe holds Whin who almost lands face first into the electrified barb wires ropes.
Gravedigger: An inch more and that would have cut his face and neck to shreds!
Whin is on his stomach as Ryan grabs both of Whin's arms and stands with one foot in the middle of his shoulder blades. Ryan pulls back on Whin's arms.
Jimmy Garcia: Surfboard by Ryan on Whin!
Ryan then pushes his legs so Whin lands on the mat face first.
Ryan gets up and begins to stomp and kick Whin. Ryan plays up to the crowd and puts his arms up as they cheer.
Gravedigger: Get up Whin!
Warren Deen: He can't..he's a loser!
Ryan lifts Whin up and tosses him into the ropes causing the lights to flicker on and off again.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god!! You can smell burning flesh from here.
Gravedigger: Whin has been cut on his shoulder from that razor wire!
Warren Deen: That is a deep cut too..you can literally see the meat inside of the busted open flesh!
Whin winces in pain and bounces off the rope with a Clothesline that lands.
Jimmy Garcia: Discus Clothesline that nearly took the head off of our champion!
Ryan goes flying and hits the mat hard. Whin turns around and takes something out of his tights. Ryan gets up and Whin throws a fire ball in his face!
Gravedigger: Fireball by Whin! I think that singed Jones' eyebrows off!
Warren Deen: WTF! This can't be happening!
Jimmy Garcia: What in the hell is Whin doing?
While Ryan rolls around covering his eyes trying to recover from Whin's thrown fireball. Whin smiles and whistles.
Jimmy Garcia: What's he whistling for?
Out from the back comes a group of UCI agents who are wheeling down a clear tank of some sort. The fans nearly blow the roof off the building trying to cheer Ryan into getting up.
Gravedigger: What's in that tank and why is it being wheeled to ringside?
As the agents wheel the tank closer to ringside it is clear that it is full of maneating piranhas.
Jimmy Garcia: Piranhas??
Warren Deen: No fuckin' way!?
Whin gingerly and carefully steps over the top rope avoiding getting cut and electrocuted. He walks over to the tank and smiles and drips blood from his wound into the tank causing a feeding frenzy by the piranhas. Ryan finally gets up and can barely see Whin. Ryan gets a running start then leaps over the top rope and lands a suicide dive on top of the unexpecting Whin. They both land into the tank of piranhas!
Gravedigger: Jones can barely see! What's he think he's doing!?
Jimmy Garcia: They are both getting eaten alive by those damn piranhas..Ryan Jones is the craziest son of a bitch I've ever seen!
Warren Deen: What can I say? He is random as fuck!
Ryan and Whin splash around in the tank as the clear water becomes a nothing but pure red. They both scream out in pain but continue swinging on each other as the piranhas match them splash for splash with bite for bite.
Warren Deen: He's fighting back!!
Gravedigger: These two are off there rockers. UCI needs to start putting these guys threw mental screening before they sign people now!
Ryan and Whin both stand up inside the now blood filled tank and fist fight some more. Ryan's shirt has almost been completely eaten off by the piranhas as he still firing lefts and rights. Ryan picks up a piranha and hits Whin with it. Whin goes flying back into the bloody water. Ryan begins to dunk Whin face first into the tank. Whin comes up with a piranha attached to his face.
Jimmy Garcia: Get those two out of there!
The agents quickly help Ryan out of the tank. Ryan falls to the floor soaked in blood and full of bite marks from the maneating piranhas. The agents help Whin up. Whin gathers himself for a minute then throws off the piranha connected to his face. A bloody and battered Whin balances on the sides of the tank and blasts Jones with a Missile Drop Kick. Jones goes flying into the barb wired ropes.
Bzzzzzzzzzz!!
Jimmy Garcia: Jones has been electrocuted and this has to be over.
Gravedigger: Water and electricity don't mix!
Warren Deen: I can't even do anything to help. This is ridiculous!
Whin goes over to the stand the tank is on and notices a high powered industrial staple gun. Ryan unravels from the coiled razor wire and falls to the floor as he convulses as the electric current still flows through his body. Whin get into with some fans outside the ring and heckles the fat kid sitting in the front row. Whin rubs his belly as he sticks it out and mocks the fat kids pregnant appearance. The obese fan fires insults back and flips Whin off. Whin snatches a 6×10 UCI Promotional photograph of Ryan Jones out of his hand and the kid begins to cry infuriating the hostile crowd even more. Whin laughs then jumps back over the barrier with the photograph of Jones in one hand and the stable gun in the other. Jones tries to get to his feet, struggling to even get to his knees. Whin reaches Ryan before he can get to his feet and staples the photograph of Ryan on Ryan's forehead perfectly placing the photo face right over Ryan's real face.
Gravedigger: Ryan Jones has never looked so good..hahhahaha..I love it!
Jimmy Garcia: I don't know which one of these two bastards is sicker! Michal Whin may have just declared himself the King of Hardcore right here on #Overload.
Warren Deen: A staple gun? What the fuck is next?
Whin looks over at Deen and smiles. He whistles again, this time a crew of UCI employees come wheeling out a huge glass pane. They set it up on the ramp and clear the area. Whin picks Ryan up by his hair and brings him over to the ramp where the glass pane is set up.
Jimmy Garcia: No...don't do it Michal.
Gravedigger: Who are you Dr. Loomis from Halloween? Fuck that..make it a Whin!!
Whin throws Ryan through the glass pane sending glass everywhere.
Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!
Jimmy Garcia: Ryan went through that glass pane and Whin is quickly over and throws him back over into the barrier.
Gravedigger: There's blood everywhere!
Jimmy Garcia: I don't recognize either one of these two with those crimson masks!
Gravedigger: In a way this is your fault Deeno?
Warren Deen: My fault?
Gravedigger: You're the one that asked what's next!
Warren Deen: You son of a bit-
Jimmy Garcia: Boys, boys..focus on the match.
Whin jaws with another fan this time of the female persuasion. The young lady is fairly attractive but Whin makes fun of what he thinks is caked on make up. "Another clown siting!", Whin yells at her. Meanwhile Ryan crawls over and notices something under the ring. While Whin is destracted Ryan grabs what appears to be a concrete block. Ryan gets to his feet and runs full speed at Whin with the concrete block and smashes it into disintegration over Whin's head just as he turns around.
Warren Deen: Yes!!
Gravedigger: Looks like your boyfriend is back.
Warren Deen: Boyfriend? Fuck off Buttdigger!
Jimmy Garcia: And Ryan Jones is back in business and these people are on there feet.
Whin hits the concrete floor with a sickening thud. Jones notices the attractive young lady calling him over. She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss smearing blood all over herself in the process. The young lady's dad sitting next to her dressed liked a chef reaches behind his seat and hands Ryan an old school steel frying pan. Ryan smiles and kisses the young lady back then smears blood on both of them. "Thanks dad!", Ryan says before winding up and smashing Whin in the face as he tries to get up. The drunk sitting next to the Chef throws Ryan a bottle of some kind of booze. Ryan pours it all over the frying pan and the drunk throws Ryan a lighter. Ryan lights the pan on fire and hits Whin again with the frying pan.
Jimmy Garcia: That frying pan is on fire and burned the shit out of Whin. This has gone to far!
Warren Deen: Hey..Whin made the rules remember?
Ryan smiles to the fans while standing up over Whin and this time he whistles. The lights go out.
Gravedigger: What the hell is going on?
Jimmy Garcia: Not this again. Don't tell me it's Otakuul up to no good?
About 10 seconds go by and just before the fans gets antsy the lights come back on and Ryan is standing in the middle of the ring. Whin is wrapped up in the barb wired ropes and is being electrocuted now that the power is back on. He convulses as his eyes bulge out of his head.
Gravedigger: That smell!
Smokes starts coming from Whin's head. A few black marks are already present on the arms and shoulders of Whin from obvious burn marks. Ryan has the razor wire coil that was wrapped around the barbed wire ropes around his foot. He loads up and blasts Whin with his Super Kick at the exact same time Whin comes convulsing off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: End of Debate!!!!!
Warren Deen: He hit it!!
Gravedigger: No!! Get up Whin!
Ryan goes for the cover but has the razor wire wrapped around his boot that cuts both him and Whin sticking into both of them, piercing their skin like a nose a ring. Ryan falls on Whin with the cover.
Jimmy Garcia: 1....2......3!!! Ryan Jones is STILL your UCI Television Champion!!
Taylor Lorde: And here is your winner by pinfall...the UCI Television Champion..RYYYYYYYAANN JOOOONNNES!!!
Gravedigger: I don't believe this crap!
Warren Deen: Yes..I told you my boy would MAKE IT A WHIN!!!
Gravedigger: Shut the fuck up.
Warren Deen: Sore loser!
Jimmy Garcia: You can bet both of these two are going home sore after this match on #Overload. We need to clean this mess up..what carnage! We'll be right back!
Gravedigger: Wow!
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Post by Results on Oct 18, 2016 0:35:37 GMT -6
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