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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:16:12 GMT -6
Introduction
Monday Night Overload is very happy to be in the Tokyo, Dome. UCI has been proud to know that Overload has a new record attendance of 55,000 fans all sold out in one of the most prestigious arenas in the world. The cameras cut to Gravedigger and Jimmy Garcia happy behind the commentary table.
Jimmy Garcia: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a record breaking Monday Night Overload where we have not one but two title matches on the card. Kuno Kenji defends his Television Championship.
Gravedigger: But Bonnie bout’ to lose her UCI Intercontinental Championship against either Stevie Corah or Shooter McCool! Yo, we lit! The Guardians gonna fail again! Yes!
Jimmy Garcia: Hold on, there seems to be a commotion!
We cut to the inside of the Tokyo Dome as UCI’s international fanbase applauds loudly, filling the ring with streamers before a single match has even occurred.
Jimmy Garcia: Can you hear that, Digger?!
Gravedigger: I don’t speak that ching chong crap.
Jimmy Garcia: Asshole.
Gravedigger: Anyways, big night ahead of us with two title matches in store for the fans here in Japan!
Jimmy Garcia: A big night ahead of us indeed!
All of the lights in the arena drop as the crowd silences with anticipation. Moments pass before "Explosia" by Gojira hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd lets loose with boos as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the back to near nuclear heat from from the crowd, a stern expression on his face. He looks around the arena before storming down to the ring, quickly stepping through the ropes and raising the microphone to his mouth.
Jayson Price: Cut my music!
The arena goes quiet as Price continues to fume, the audience stirring, but focused in on the general manager.
Jayson Price: I’d have been out here sooner, but due to the actions of a few traitors, that obviously wasn’t the case!
Crowd: BRO-THER-HOOD! BRO-THER-HOOD!
Jayson Price: NO! DON’T YOU SPEAK THEIR NAME!
Crowd: BRO-THER-HOOD! BRO-THER-HOOD!
Jayson Price: ENOUGH!
The crowd goes quiet once more as Price, rubs at a bruised spot on his forehead before continuing on.
Jayson Price: It’s bad enough that I have all these damn protesters outside every god damn arena, now I have to deal with this crap?!
Price smiles, chuckling a bit to himself as he proceeds to ramble.
Jayson Price: Anyways, I’m here to announce some big news for this month’s PPV event.
The crowd pops a bit.
Jayson Price: Every November, UCI will hold a major PPV tradition known as Civil War which will have a signature match of the same name. In this match, two teams will compete until only one team remains. Then, if more than one member of that team remains, their individual members will duke it out for the win. As for the winner of Civil War, they’ll earn the right to challenge for the UCI World Championship next month!
The crowd roars loudly.
Jayson Price: Due to recent….events. This year’s contest will pit Team Jayson Price against Team Spencer Adams.
Crowd: SPEN-CER A-DAMS! SPEN-CER A-DAMS!
Jayson Price: Shut your filthy mouths! I’ve had enough of these people like Spencer Adams and The Brotherhood thinking they can just waltz in and try to destroy me after everything I’ve done for this company! I’ve taken UCI global! What did Spencer Adams ever do for any of you?! Go on, I’m waiting!
The camera turns to the big screen where see Spencer Adams waving to the camera from inside of what appears to be the office of the current General Manager.
Jayson Price: You son of a bitch!
Spencer Adams: Relax, Pricey, relax! Just here to see how things are going. Are you doing okay? You seem pretty upset.
Jayson Price: I’ll rip your head off your damn neck if you don’t leave my office right now!
Spencer Adams: Go on, proceed with the part where you tell us all about who you found to represent you while the audience makes their way to the bathroom.
Jayson Price: You wanna know my team?!
Spencer Adams: Less shouting, please. It’s not very polite.
Jayson Price: At Civil War, Mogui, Karlie Nash, Calvin Street, and Stevie Corah will face off against whatever four losers you can scrap together. I don’t care if it’s The Brotherhood or some other rebels you found off the street! At Civil War, I’m putting an end to this!
The Antidote claps as Price looks on.
Jayson Price: What’s so funny?!
Spencer Adams: Nothing really. Sounds like a genius idea actually. It’s going to be nice seeing you actually give the opportunity to the next generation rather than yourself, but uh…
Jayson Price: What?!
Spencer extends his index finger, motioning to the ring as Price holds both hands out in frustration. Price turns around, being met by an unexpected guest.
Jimmy Garcia: BLACK DEATH!
The crowd’s applause fills the arena as Spencer smiles, shrugging to the camera a bit at the sight of Bishop standing over a downed Jayson Price.
Spencer Adams: Say hello to the first member of Team Spencer.
Gravedigger: My god.. |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:18:16 GMT -6
Sebastian Reid vs Ed Hayakawa
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a single’s match scheduled for one fall, Introducing first…
“I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf hits the P.A. System as Sebastian Reid steps through the curtains, shouting out with excitement towards the crowd as he hoists his Rising Stars Championship high into the air before making his way down to the ring, taking time to high five those along the barricade.
Taylor Lorde: from Hilton Head Island, South Carolina…weighing in tonight at three hundred and fifty four pounds, he is YOUR Rising Stars Champion,“Showtime”Sebastian Reid!
Jimmy Garcia: It’s Showtime! Sebastian Reid is looking to keep the momentum going after winning his match against Bad News Brawlerlast week! I can’t wait to see if he pulls off another exciting victory!
Gravedigger: Calm down Jimmy!... before you blow a head gasket.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent…
“The Challenge” by Guckkasten builds the crowd. They chant “Haya” along to the drums. Strobes flash atop the tunnel. Hayakawa appears wearing a powder blue and silver tracksuit. He holds up a fist, full of talc powder, and then claps to create a small cloud. He walks briskly towards the ring while high-fiving fans along the way. Hayakawa slides into the center of the ring. He bows to the audience before undresing down to his trunks and boots.
Taylor Lorde: from Lousiville, Kentucky..weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is Ed Hayakawa!
Jimmy Garcia: The crowd are going to have a rough time picking sides in this match! Both men are loved by the crowd!
Gravedigger: Don’t forget you Jimmy! You’re fangirling with the rest of them!
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings as Sebastian Reid and Ed Hayakawa head to the center of the ring to face off. After a brief staredown the two shake hands.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Hayakawa uses his speed to his advantage with a blue collar and elbow tie up to Sebastian Reid who countered with a hard clothesline!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Sebastian starts unloading a seris of forearm strikes trying to wear down Ed Hayakawa.
SLAM!
Hayakawa wraps his arms around Reid in a waistlock and creates some seperation with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Sebastian and Ed are firing on all cyclinders! Look at them go back and forth!
Gravedigger: I wonder which one will flame out first…
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Hayakawa keeps his arm locked and lifts Sebastian up to go for another belly-to-belly…
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Sebastian Reid counters by getting behind Hayakawa and placing one arm around Ed’s neck, Reid then performs an inverted headlock backbreaker on Hayakawa taking him off his feet.
BLAM!
Reid goes for a Elbow Drop on Ed but Hayakawa scouts ahead and takes Sebastian off his feet with a sweep kick.
Jimmy Garcia: Neither man is letting the other have the advantage for long…this could go on all night!
Gravedigger: I hope not Jimmy, we got other more exciting matches coming up!
Hayakawa waits for Sebastian to get back to a vertical base.
CRACK!
Ed heatbutts Reid!
WHOOSH!
Sebastian pushes Hayakawa away who gets hung up in the ropes.
WHAM!
Ed Hayakawa tries rushing Sebastian Reid who flings Hayakawa vertically up into the air before finishing Ed off with a Pop-Up powerbomb!
Jimmy Garcia: The Box Office Bomb! “Showtime” connects with his electryifing powerbomb!
Gravedigger: Yes this match is about over.
Sebastian falls atop Hayakawa in a pin attempt and the referee drops down to count.
1.
2..
3…
DING DING DING!!!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner! The Rising Stars Champion…”Showtime” Sebastian Reid!
“I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf hits the P.A. System as Sebastian Reid is handed his title belt and he celebrates yet another victory.
Jimmy Garcia: Sebastian Reid soaring high again as he win his third match in UCI! Can he keep it up?
Gravedigger: We’ll see Jimmy, the UCI Rising Star Champion is just starting his career, he still needs more time. |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:19:38 GMT -6
Abigail Lindsey Segment
The scene opens backstage inside the Tokyo Dome. Standing backstage is one of UCI’s latest signings, Abigail Lindsay. Knowing who she is, the crowd gives the newcomer a rousing ovation. She is wearing a white blouse, faded blue jeans and three inch heels. She cracks a smile for the camera.
Abigail: “Hi.”
The crowd cheers as Abigail enthusiastically waves for the camera. Keeping the smile she continues on.
Abigail: “A wise woman once told me, ‘Abigail, we all answer to someone.’ And I believed her. I spent a year of my career answering to a woman I admired more than I can possibly articulate. For a year I did her bidding. For a year I advanced her cause. At the risk of the relationship I was in, I did almost everything in my power to ensure she was seen as the dominant, most powerful figure she is. There’s one small problem with answering to a higher authority... when you don’t go along with their grand vision, consequences are inevitable. On the day she asked me to finish off my ex girlfriend once and for all I was beaten, battered, humiliated. Lesson? Answering to someone will inevitably lead to a world of hurt. Power corrupts the most well meaning people, it happens, hey, that’s a moral to all this.”
“Don’t misunderstand why I’m telling sharing my story, not trying to elicit sympathy. Not at all. My story is one of triumph. I’m still alive. I wake up every morning to birds singing. The sun can be seen most days. Life is GOOD. Most importantly I am free to do what my heart allows me. I have no Master. No Queen. No Devil to answer too. No one to spank me when I’m out of line. For the first time in years I don’t have a girlfriend to worry about making happy, the only person's happiness I am in charge of is my own.”
Abigail giggles at the thought of competing in a wrestling company free to her own devices.
Abigail: “Should that worry any of you in United Championship Infinite? Hmmm, I don’t think so. I’m didn’t come here to rape and pillage, I have no desire to be feared. I’ll leave the doom and gloom to others. My only desire ladies and gentlemen is to have fun. Nothing wrong or evil about that, right? Evil is sooo overrated UCI fans. Being the most violent, sadistic wrassler in the land isn’t my speed. Why can’t a girl come here, win a few matches, capture a few championships. Isn’t that why we are all here?”
She shrugs.
Abigail: “ Eh, maybe not. You have to believe me, I am not coming to tear down the established order, been there, done that. So... I’ll ask the question I proposed on Twitter.”
“Who wants to play with lil ole me?”
Abigail blows a kiss to the camera.
Abigail: “Ta ta for now.”
Abigail skips off camera to the welcoming embrace of the UCI fans. |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:21:52 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match Calvin Street vs Bad News Brawler vs Apocalypse
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, Introducing first…
'Working Man' hits the air and Calvin Street appears at the curtain. With a quick sneer towards the crowd he walks purposefully down to the ring, exchanging insults with the jeering fans as he goes. Although he spits venom to the crowd and receives the same back, his facial expression never seems to change from a smug sneer.
When he reaches the bottom of the ramp he pauses, soaking in the reaction of the crowd with relish. He mounts the stairs to the ring with purpose, and pauses at the top to wipe his feet clean before slipping between the ropes.
Taylor Lorde: from Hilton Ottawa, Ontario, Canada …weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the “Iceman” Calvin Street!
Street moves to his corner and warms up, eyes on the ramp for his opponent to come out.
Jimmy Garcia: One would think the stiff nature of the Iceman will do well in this match up.
Gravedigger: Did you just catch what you said? Oh the irony…
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent…
The camera turns to the stage and we see Bad News Brawler come out onto the stage and just walks down to the ring with a pissed off at man woman child and god look on his face .....sometimes flips off the camera and fans
Taylor Lorde: from the unknown skid row ghettos around the world..weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the Bad News Brawler!
Jimmy Garcia: Brawler is so Bad Ass he doesn’t need a flashy entrance, he’s all business all the time.
Gravedigger: Meh or lame!
Taylor Lorde: And their opponent…
The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena showing the members of the UCI Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.
Claustrophobic
Crawl out of this skin
Hard explosive
Reaching for that pin
The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.
Feel thy name extermination
Desecrating, Hail of Fire
Taylor Lorde: Weighing in at 350 pounds, from Your Darkest Fears...The Monster...A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!
The camera pans to the stage waiting for Apocalypse to make his entrance.
Jimmy Garcia: We’re waiting on Apocalypse to come out any time now!
Gravedigger: Apocalypse? I bet he doesn’t show.
A few moments go by…
RIP! WHOOSH-WHAM!
Camera returns to the ring and we see that Apocalypse has crawled into the ring from below through a small hole in the mat. Apocalypse attacks Bad News Brawler and traps his foot between the apron skirt and the hole in the mat.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Apocalypse and Calvin Street come to blows in the center of the ring exchanging lefts and rights and body shots!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like Apocalypse has shown up! From underneath the ring I might add!
Gravedigger: He made quite the entrance! The match isn’t even started yet!
DING DING DING!!!
The referee manages to create separation between Apocalypse and Calvin Streets and officially starts the match.
Apocalypse and Calvin Street lock up in the center of the ring in a test of strength.
SLAM!
Calvin lifts Apocalypse off his feet giving him a suplex. Calvin holds on and tries to go for a second one.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Apocalypse fires back with a Exploder suplex!
BLAM!
Bad News Brawler finally gets free and gouges the eyes of Apocalypse.
WHOOSH!
Bad News Brawler Irish whips Apocalypse.
CLAMP!
Bad News Brawler applies a chokehold!
WHAM!
Calvin Street chop blocks Bad News Brawler who releases his grip on Apocalypse.
WHISPER-WHIZ! BAM!
Apocalypse gets knocked over the ropes inadvertently after a body slam from Calvin Street to Bad News Brawler!
Calvin grabs Brawler by the head trying to lift him to his feet.
BLAM!
Bad News Brawler gouges Street’s eyes dazing him…
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Bad News Brawler goes for a clothesline but is pulled to the outside and sent into the steel steps by Apocalypse!
Jimmy Garcia: Bad News Brawler sent shoulder first into the steps!
Gravedigger: He hit it like a sack of potatoes!
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Apocalypse is back in the ring and charges Calvin Street…
BAM!
Calvin slips behind Apocalypse and catches him with an Atomic drop!
WHOOSH!
Calvin Irish whips Apocalypse…
WHISPER-WHIZ! SLAM!
Apocalypse reverses with a drop-toe hold to Calvin knocking him down on the mat and follows through with a Running senton.
Jimmy Garcia: Osculum Infame! Apocalypse hits the Running senton.
Gravedigger: He actually got some height for a big dude.
Apocalypse scouts Calvin Street…waiting for him to get back to his feet.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Bad News Brawler is back into the ring and clotheslines Calvin Street out of the ring only to be met with a kick to the gut from Apocalypse who then lifts Bad News Brawler onto his shoulders and slams him head first to the mat with a spin-out fireman’s carry facebuster!
Jimmy Garcia: The Fall of Man! Apocalypse hits his finisher!
Gravedigger: This looks to be over.
Apocalypse makes the cover.
1.
2..
3…
DING DING DING!!!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner! The Monster….Apocalypse!
“My Apocalypse” by Metallica hits the P.A. System as Apocalypse walks over to a corner, sits down and rocks like a baby as the referee raises his arm. Calvin Street slaps the mat on the outside as he almost made it in to break the pin. Bad News Brawler rolls out of the ring and into the floor.
Jimmy Garcia: Apocalypse reigns supreme in his debut match here in UCI? What’s next?
Gravedigger: I bet he crawls back into whatever hole he crawled out of, never to be seen again! |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:24:05 GMT -6
Bolas De Arena vs Mogui
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a single’s match scheduled for one fall, Introducing first…
"Smooth Criminal" starts and the crowd goes wild as the Worlds Favorite Jackass comes out to a roar. He raises his hands in the air, does a double fist pump and runs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He practically slides to the middle, striking a sexy "I'm on a bear skin rug" pose, before bouncing up and climbing a turnbuckle to the roar of his fans. He walks to the ref, shakes his hand, sticks some Monopoly money in his hand and walks away, the mask winking at the crowd as he points out pretty women and happy children in the crowd and waves to them.
Taylor Lorde: from Asbury, New Jersey…weighing in tonight at one hundred seventy five pounds, he is Bolas de Arana!
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s Bolas out to a warm reception from the UCI Galaxy.
Gravedigger: It must be because his wrestling name translates to “spider balls”.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent…
A woman’s scream is heard first and for most snatching the Cartel: NxtGen’s attention. All eyes focus on the stage as the lights dim, it is then Inhumation by Amphibious Zoo hits over the P. A System. An eerie silence overcomes the location as a figure slowly walks out dressed in all black, a World War 2 Gas Mask covering his face...
The figure is the haunting Mogui, he walks to the center and looks out from under his mask before crouching down to one knee and showing a surgical bone saw which was obscured from view initially...
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentleman, hailing from the great unknown! He weighs in tonight at 238lbs, He is the Psycho Surgeon, MOGUI!!!
The crowd’s reaction is obvious as boos begin to fill out, but they do not faze him as he removes the masks and sits it on the top of his head revealing his tattooed face. The crazed stare that follows is one that sends a shiver down the spine as he stands with a twisted grin and begins to walk towards the ring with a quickened pace.
Once he reaches the bottom of the aisle Mogui leaps onto the apron and rolls through under the middle rope onto his back and continues the motion only to raise up to one knee again. He makes a cutting motion across his throat with the bone saw as he shows the whites of his eyes and a grimace of rage before standing to his feet and backing up towards a corner with another sick twisted grin...
Jimmy Garcia: The crowd boos Mogui, not a fan in the arena is happy to see him.
Gravedigger: That’s because everyone is scared of him. I kinda like him!
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings and Mogui goes right on the attack attempting to use his size to his advantage.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Mogui blasts Bolas with a flurry of European uppercuts.
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Mogui grapples de Arana but Bolas ducks underneath!
BLAM!
Bolas connects with a spinning heel kick backing Mogui off.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
De Arana hits a right cross, left cross, and throat thrust combo.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
But Mogui won’t falter, Mogui pulls in Bolas flipping him into the air with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.
Jimmy Garcia: Another exciting contest here tonight!
Gravedigger: I agree, it hasn’t been too much of a dud so far…
Mogui waits for Bolas to get to a vertical base before charging him.
SLAM!
De Arana hits a spinebuster on Mogui fending him off.
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Bolas grabs Mogui by the head and pulls him to his feet. De Arana then grapples him and lifts him in the air
BLAM!
Mogui connects with a stiff knee to the temple and Bolas drops him.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Mogui lifts Bolas in the air and drops him on his dome with a vertical drop brainbuster.
Jimmy Garcia: The Devil’s Crown! Mogui hits his brainbuster finisher.
Gravedigger: Now for the win!
Mogui sulks over Bolas and covers.
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2..
3…
DING DING DING!!!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner! Mogui!
“Inhumanization” by Amphibious Zoo hits the P.A. System as the menacing Mogui raises his arm up in dominance.
Jimmy Garcia: Mogui is victorious here tonight!
Gravedigger: This guy has the stuff, he should go far! |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:25:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:27:44 GMT -6
General Manager Announcement
Comes back from commercial to find Jayson Price standing in the middle of the ring as his music dies out and a microphone in hand. The commotion in the crowd simmers up but quickly fades as his raises the mic.
Jayson Price: Now, as I'm sure a lot of you know, we at UCI try our best to give you the best matches we can put together, and because of that we end up running into a lot of turbulence when it comes to dealing with the talent. Every other day I'm getting complaints over text, twitter, on my answering messaging machine, etc. telling me 'I will not work with him' or 'I won't wrestle that match', and frankly, its rough, but we always manage to find a way around it to put on the kind of matches that this industry clamors for.
Jayson takes a pause, looks around at the fans, sighs and rubs his forehead.
Jayson Price: Now, we've come to something of a road block with a very particular talent by the name of Jack 'The Crack' Schlongson. He believes that UCI has a personal bias against the LGBT community due to the fact that we granted Andre's request that we remove Jack's name from the tag team lineage. Now, I want it pointed out that we granted that request because we felt it was in our best interest to, being that Andre had shown a great deal of hostility before hand and we wanted to curb any possible future violence or difficulty, but it turns out that in doing so, we got some from the other side of the spectrum, and now Jack refuses to compete, and despite what the lineage says, he is part of Team Rekless and this company deserves a title defense.
"Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, with both tag titles around his should, world title around his waist, and his ring attire on. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." A rise of smoke emerges behind him in single-line fashion as he stops center of the entrance path to raise his arms in the air, and a release a primal scream.
Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. He slides the two tag titles into the ring before climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. A spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect. Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring. He walks over to one side of the ring and is handed a microphone which he wastes no time before speaking into.
Andre Holmes: Price, gonna need you to stop and hold up right there. Before you go any farther, got some citations for you, corrections if you'd prefer. ONE! Jack's name wasn't taken off the lineage to appease me, can't put that shit on me, not happening. TWO! The actual reason is because I made a DAMN fine argument, and despite what you just said, I am team Rekless, squad, captain, and coach. We don't need Jack. Let that little munchkin fuck protest. If he never steps back into this ring, all the better. This company doesn't need him.
Andre motions to the crowd and they cheer in response, satisfying Andre before turning back to Price.
Jayson Price: We've been over this a million times, Andre. You can't defend the titles without a partner, especially now that you have the world title.
Andre Holmes: Like hell I can't. Watch me, I don't give a shit who you put against me, I won these titles, I'll hold onto them while holding onto the World Title. I don't do anything half-way.
The screen suddenly switches feed to the protesters outside the arena. In the background "JACK FOR CHAMP" chants can be heard and in the foreground stands Benjamin Atreyu standing next to Jack Schlongson who is holding a "Justice for Me" sign.
Benjamin Atreyu: Sorry, but we, meaning Jack and I, felt that you guys were spending so much time talking about Mr. Schlongson that we, meaning Jack and I, felt it would only be appropriate that the subject of the conversation actually show up to have his voice, or more his words through my voice, heard. All messages will be given to me and I will then relay them to you as Jack is still hurt by the actions against him and refuses to talk to either Andre or Jay directly.
Jack leans in and whispers something into Atreyu's ear.
Benjamin Atreyu: Jack would like it known that, despite his heartbreak, he does not place any blame on the very emotional Andre Holmes, who he claims was just 'acting out' and could not be held accountable for his actions or statements.
Jack leans in again
Benjamin Atreyu: Jack would ALSO like it known that he ALSO agrees that the industry deserves to see Team Rekless defend their, meaning Andre AND Jack's, tag titles, but he refuses to do so until his demand is met. That demand being that his name be reinstated to the lineage of the tag team titles, so that the record can accurately display the work that BOTH competitors put into earning those belts.
Andre, looking furious, walks over to the ropes, giving a death stare to the screen.
Andre Holmes: Not happening! Instead of standing on my shoulders, you should have done the work. No, you decided you were going to just annoy me and ride my coat tails until I decided to win the titles. If you want your name in the books, you're going to have to take the belts from me.
Benjamin Atreyu: We, meaning Jack and I, would very much like it NOT to come down to that Mr. Holmes. With all due respect, Jack was with you during every match. He never threatened to walk out, like you did. He never threatened to hurt or kill you, like you did. He certainly never meant you any harm nor wish you any ill will, like you did. From my perspective, Jack has been a model partner and friend to you, and your hostility seems more...projected onto Mr. Schlongson than deserved.
Jayson Price: Look, I really don't want to see Andre beat up a bunch of people that could turn around and sue UCI just so he can get his hands on Jack, and I still need to book a Tag Title match in the near future, is there anything else I can say or do that can end this nonsense.
Jack contemplates for a moment as the arena waits with a hush having fallen over the crowd. Jayson stands impatiently while Andre paces back and forth in the ring. After a few moments, Jack leans in and whispers something into Benjamin's ear.
Benjamin Atreyu: Jack feels there is one other thing that can be done to bring this rather bitter back and forth to an end, as the lineage of the tag titles can be fixed at a later date. See, with the revoking of Jack's status as a tag team champion, not only was he unfairly treated on a competition level, but his ego was quite damaged. It showed that there were others that Jack felt UCI saw as 'more important' and 'deserved more respect', despite the fact that Jack is; A, undefeated. B, main event both Overload AAAAAAND UCI Pay Per Views, and C, was in fact present for the tag title victory.
Jayson Price: Long story short, Captain Bullshit.
Benjamin Atreyu: We simply ask that you, as the face of the UCI staff, state for the world to hear that Jack is a VITAL part of UCI. He not only draws people into seats, but brings in very important demographics from around the world. In essence, Jack needs to be recognized as IMPORTANT, ESSENTIAL, and as a TOP TIER MAIN EVENT COMPETITOR, much like his tag partner Andre Holmes.
Andre Holmes: AW HELL NO! That isn't happening. Price, I swear to every living being on this planet, if you give that little gay terrorist what he wants, I will not stop until I destroy him, partner or not!
Jack leans in to whisper something in Benjamin's ear, but Andre is quick to interrupt.
Andre Holmes: NO! Listen hear you weasel. No more of this middle man shit, you talk directly to me. I address you, you look this way and address me back. I'm not putting up with your crap, got it? You are NOT important, you are NOT essential. You are nothing. You are the kind of gunk I scrap off the bottom of my shoe after walking in the rain. Here and gone the next day and nobody cares. If you think you can real use this to just get attention and validate all those bogus claims you've made, I will show you that life is gonna get REAL hard for you real quick!
Jayson Price: Cut his mic.
Andre's mic goes dead, but he continues to yell, this time at Price.
Jayson Price: Fine, if that is what you want, Jack. I, the GM of Overload, declare that Jack 'The Crack' Schlongson, is a vital and important member of the UCI lockerroom, and is a main event competitor. He both draws asses into seats and watching eyes around the world.
Jack smiles in satisfaction with himself.
Jayson Price: However, I say this with one added stipulation. If you refuses to compete ever again, or if you interrupt one of Andre's one on one matches ever again, I will, without hesitation, fire your ass and send you packing to whatever ghetto ass fucking rent district you came from, got it?
Jack looks unhappy, but shrugs. Andre still fuming, but standing quietly in the ring, some frustration curbed by Price's stipulation.
Jayson Price: Now, you get your ass ready, because next week both you and Andre are going to defend those damn titles, and for my sake, I hope you lose them so I don't ever have to hear the two of you bitching at me ever again about this shit.
Jayson drops the mic and exits the ring, leaving both an unhappy Andre and Jack as the screen fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:30:07 GMT -6
Tag Team Match Ryan Jones & Shadowlove vs Michael Whin & Jamo
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fa-
The announcer’s speech is cut short as the team of Shadowlove and Ryan Jones appear on stage, grinning from ear to ear as they point up towards a Brotherhood logo displayed on the big screen.
Crowd: BRO-THER-HOOD! BRO-THER-HOOD!
Jimmy Garcia: No introductions needed!
Gravedigger: How rude to interrupt Taylor like that!
Jimmy Garcia: This is exciting stuff, Digger!
The two make their way down to the ring, soaking in the vibe from the crowd as they make their way towards ringside, Miyamoto trailing of course. They slide into the ring, posing for those in attendance.
Gravedigger: That’ll teach’em!
Jimmy Garcia: Jamo and Whin blindsiding the Brotherhood here!
DING DING DING!!
Gravedigger: No introductions tonight apparently as these four go at it right from the get go.
Jimmy Garcia: Jones clotheslining Jamo over the top rope!
Gravedigger: Looks like Shadowlove and Whin will kick this one off then.
Jimmy Garcia: Yes they will as Shadowlove nails the big Dark Gift right out of the gate!
Gravedigger: Could that be it?!
1!
2!
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: What?!
Gravedigger: Jamo just barely managing to throw Whin’s foot on the rope!
Jimmy Garcia: Big save there!
Gravedigger: Jones with the superkick!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Jamo ducks it!
Gravedigger: INSANITY CUTTER!
Jimmy Garcia: Whin back up with Shadowlove!
Gravedigger: Shadow catches him with the schoolboy!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Your winners, Shadowlove and Ryan Jones!
Jimmy Garcia: What was that?!
Gravedigger: Jamo didn’t catch it in time for the break up!
Jimmy Garcia: Certainly unusual how this one has played out! |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:31:36 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Kuno Kenji © vs Karlie Nash
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down ans stretches in her corner.
Jimmy Garcia: For those tuning in, this'll be the TV title match between Karlie Nash versus current champion, Kuno Kenji
A loud, high-pitched "Nyaaaa!~" echoes over the PA system, causing the women and children, (and a few very weird adult men), to squeal in delight.
Tokameki Poporon starts playing as soft lights in baby blue, white and pink illuminate the entire arena, matching the colors on Kuno's tights as he walks out from backstage with his title over his shoulder, drawing another huge pop from the crowd, his black cat ears perking up at the roar.
Not quite anticipating such an overwhelming reaction, Kuno hides his blushing face in his hands, drawing several "Aww"s from the audience.
As the vocals of the song kick in Kuno manages to forget about how terrifying he finds the crowd as he skips down to the ring, head moving from side to side in sync with the music as he sings along.
Upon reaching the ring, Kuno jumps onto the apron and looks around before slingshotting into the ring and doing a cartwheel when he lands, rolling around into a cat-like stretch, letting out a soft "Nya~", drawing a second exclamation of "Aww" from the crowd before he makes his way to his own corner.
The bell rings and both competitors come out of their corner. Karlie goes for a super kick and it connects, sending Kuno backwards. Kuno shakes himself back into the present and returns with a super kick of his own, doing the same to Karlie.
Karlie gives a scowl and returns with a super kick.
Kuno falls back, but quickly rolls backwards back onto his feet, he comes back and hits another superkick of his own.
Karlie stumbles backwards and collides with the turnbuckle, but she doesn't go down. She walks out of the corner and comes with an elbow? Nope, another super kick, square on Kuno's chin. He backs into the ropes, bounces off and comes back with, guess what, YEP, ANOTHER SUPER KICK! Karlie hits the map, but rolls away before Kuno can go for the pin. Karlie gets to her feet, shakes her head, and quickly lunges at Kuno lifting her leg for another mothafuckin' super kick! But Kuno ducks under it and quickly comes back with his own super kick, colliding foot and chin, sending Karlie hard to the mat. Kuno goes for the pin.
1. 2. 3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner and STILL your TV Champ, Kuno Kenji! |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:35:44 GMT -6
Celeste Mallory vs Mandie Wheeler
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
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.
Taylor Lorde: …from Los Angeles, California…weighting in tonight at one hundred and twenty two pounds, she is the “Pretty Little Devil” Celeste Mallory!
She stops to look around for a bit at the fans, Celeste even will approach some and rub her fingers across their faces before slowly sliding into the ring. She spreads her arms out in the middle of the ring and looks over at the referee, smiles and winks at him gesturing for him to help her take off the leather jacket which he does, she then turns, smiles and winks at him.
Afterwards, she lays across the bottom rope in the corner as she waits for the match to start patiently….
Jimmy Garcia: The sexy and athletic Celeste Mallory is finally gracing our T.V. screens!
Gravedigger: Calm down Jimmy, put the lotion away!
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent…
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.
Taylor Lorde:…from Mandieville…weighing in tonight at one hundred twenty five pounds, she is Mandie Wheeler!
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.
DiNG DING DING!!
Elbow and collar tie-up in the center of the ring for Celeste and Mandie. The women wasting no time getting the match underway.
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Mallory with a short-arm clothesline!
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Wheeler fires back with a running clothesline!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Celeste and Mandie meet up in the middle of the ring again and start exchanging blows!
BLAM!
Celeste with gouges the eyes of Mandie…
SLAM!
Celeste charges Mandie only to be caught by a snap suplex by Wheeler who does the move out of pure instinct.
Jimmy Garcia: What a nice suplex by Mandie! She still was able to execute a snap suplex while temporarily blinded.
Gravedigger: She’s one tough chick..
WHOOSH!
Wheeler helps Mallory to her feet and grapples her following through with an Irish whip!
WHAM!
Celeste hits a spinebuster out of no where forcing Mandie down on the mat.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Celeste tries to pummel Mandie only to be caught with a series of kicks as Wheeler attempts to create separation.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Mandie kicks Mallory away and lunges after her! Snap powerslam! Celeste Mallory catches Mandie Wheeler with a snap powerslam!
Jimmy Garcia: Look at these ladies go! They are fighting just as hard as the men, if not harder!
Gravedigger: I don’t think so…nothing is harder than…
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Celeste grabs Mandie by the hair and pulls her to her feet and then Irish whips her into the corner.
WHAM!
Celeste runs towards the turnbuckles but Mandie leaps out with a cross body off the ropes taking Mallory down. However the move weakens Mandie’s shoulder as she holds it after impact.
WHOOSH!
Mandie shrugs it off and gets back to her feet and grapples Celeste who gets back up as well.
WHAM!
Mandie goes to Irish whip Celeste who counters Irish whipping Mandie shoulder first into the turnbuckles. Mandie bounces off the pads and recoils back toward Celeste who applies a hold following through with a devastating STO while holding the Claw to Wheeler.
Jimmy Garcia: The Stir of Echoes! Celeste hits her finisher!
Gravedigger: Is Mandie about to submit?! Celeste was smart at targeting Mandie’s shoulder!
Mandie tries to power through but the referee calls it!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner by quick submission, Celeste Mallory!
“Cry Little Sister” by I Will Never Be The Same hits the P.A System and Celeste Mallory celebrates the hard-fought victory while the referee attends to Mandie Wheeler, who is still clutching her shoulder in pain.
Jimmy Garcia: Celeste Mallory looking strong here tonight! She may have injured Mandie Wheeler!
Gravedigger: No Jimmy, I doubt she's injured, after healing up with ice she'll be ready to go in no time!
Moments after the match has been cleared, Celeste Mallory is still in the ring mouthing that she will be the next World Champion. It’s not long before the titantron starts malfunctioning capturing everyone’s attention in the Tokyo Dome. Lighting system flickering on and off but Celeste is looking around frantically wondering why this is all happening.
Jimmy Garcia: We must be getting a few ugh, technical difficulties. Are we having a power outage?
Gravedigger: What can you expect from the damn Japs. Anyhow- oh you gotta be kidding me?!
The titantron shows a white screen with the camera shooting in and out. A voice is heard and it's none other than Andre Holmes. Celeste Mallory leans forward on the ropes rolling her eyes at him playing a fool on the screen. However, he appears to be shooting a skit as he gives the following introduction.
Andre Holmes: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Today I am here to bring to you the gift of film. Being inspired by the beautiful story by Celeste Mallory and her mother.
Gravedigger: Oh no…
Andre Holmes: I’ve decided to make a tribute to them. I bring to you. “Daughter of a Cunt” by Andre Holmes. Action! I said action! JUST GET EVERYTHING ON THE SET, NOW! FUCKING RETARDS! Okay, ACTION!
The first scene opens with Andre having a cut out face of Celeste Mallory as a mask, and he’s walking around a round table with two chairs. Plastic food, plates, and cups with two baby chairs. He sits down pretending to eat until a fat hairy southern woman wearing her mother’s cut out face from a magazine storms in arguing.
Mama Mallory: YOU DUMB BITCH. YOU COULDN’T BEAT ANDRE HOLMES?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB? I SHOULD ABORTED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE.
Daughta Mallory: Mom...please. I’m just a dumb bitch who has no talent. Andre has always betta’ than me. Stop!
Mama Mallory: COME HERE!
Mama Mallory grabs her daughter by the head and constantly smashes her head in on the table. Every bash leaves Andre screaming like a hyena until he starts spewing random bullshit.
Daughta Mallory: OW! I’M UGLY! OW! I’M NOTHING! OW! I’M LONELY! OW! I CAN’T WRESTLE! OW! SOMETHING! OW! SOMETHING! DARK SIDE! OW! BUSHWACKER!
We come to an interlude but in the arena, Tokyo is laughing their asses off at Celeste. She’s fuming. Kicking the ropes, and almost ripping strands out of her own head. Celeste wants to fucking murder Andre Holmes but the final scene comes up with Mama Mallory being played by a sexy woman in black lingerie on the bed with “Needed Me” by Rihanna playing in the background. Andre comes in half naked.
Andre Holmes: Hello my darling.
Mama Mallory: Andre. We shouldn’t. My daughter would be devastated to know you are her father. She has your wrestling ability but will never equal up to your greatness. I am nothing to you. I am lucky to be your sex slave. Give me your body Andre. Give me a purpose.
Andre Holmes: Oh hell yeah. Cunt. Spread dem legs!
Mama Mallory: My PUSSY is yours!
Andre Holmes: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
He leaps right on top of her and the titantron goes blank with the letters “NSFW” printed in bold. However, the sounds they are making are so obnoxious that the crowd can’t stop laughing. Celeste falls to her knees and cups her ears to try and block out the sound. It just keeps getting louder until she lets out an ear shattering scream before rolling out of the ring and charging backstage.
Gravedigger: Andre, you sick fuck.
Jimmy Garcia: ….Commercial. |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:37:24 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:37:59 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:40:15 GMT -6
Alex Richards vs Teddy Sol
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience.
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applauds and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
Taylor Lorde: The number one contender for the television title, Mr Sunshine Teddy Sol!
He turns towards the turnbuckle and hops to the top, raising his hands before backflipping into the ring! He runs across to the opposite and backflips onto his feet once again! Finally he turns towards his corner and gives a thumbs up to the front row as he awaits the opening bell.
Jimmy Garcia: Big win last week from Teddy defeating “Mister UCI” Shadowlove to earn himself a chance at his first gold in the UCI.
Gravedigger: If he's smart he doesn't look past Alex Richards tonight. He seemed to think Teddy has lacked focus. Even though I think Alex lacks discpine at the buffet table he is a dangerous competitor.
The opening guitar solo to I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks plays then Alex Richards steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the brim with Zim-Quila in the other, the world heavyweight title around his waist. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before raising the title in the air to massive cheers. He then starts walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them. He wanders around ringside talking to fans for a few minutes killing time before finally entering the ring.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, From Any place that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quila, the former UCI world champion, The Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards!
The opening bell sounds and Teddy immediately offers a handshake but Alex looks pissed off and shakes his head motioning for Teddy to bring it on.
Gravedigger: After losing the world title and being laid out by Demarcus Jordan last week Alex Richards does not appear to be in a good mood. I approve, sportsmanship is for losers anyways.
Jimmy Garcia: That's the message to give to the kids?
Gravedigger: You're a loser too Jimmy if you disagree.
Teddy hestiates.. then dropkicks Alex knocking him off of the ropes then delivers a second dropkick! Alex still doesn't go down though. Teddy however fires off a series of showy jabs... which leads to Alex grabbing and headbutting Teddy then tossing him across the ring with a choke toss! Teddy pulls himself to his feet only to get leveled with a big boot from Richards! Alex drags Sol back to his feet planting him hard with a belly to belly suplex! He waits on Teddy to get up and deposits him in the corner hard with a release german suplex!
Jimmy Garcia: Alex Richards showing why he was world champion for such a long time! This man would be a tough task for any man let alone someone outweighed by 170 pounds!
Alex delivers a series of hard kicks to the head and body of Teddy while he is hang upside down in the corner before roughly pulling him out. He then begins to garvin stomp Teddy going up and down the body. He then backs off motioning for the beaten down Sol to get up. Teddy begins to shakily pull himself to his feet as Alex lines up for the superkick.. but Teddy ducks and connects with his spinning back kick!
Gravedigger: Habanero Hurricane out of nowhere! Alex is down! Teddy is.. going to the top rope.. and he connects with a frog splash!
1..
2..
kick out from Richards!
Teddy returns to the top rope as Alex pulls himself back to his feet and launches off of the top with a missile dropkick! He hooks the leg.
1..
2..
another kick out!
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy Sol making a comeback here.
He goes back to the top rope again.. this time coming off with a headscissors takedown. He exits the ring and slingshots himself to the top rope gesturing towards the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: This could be a big upset! Habanero High Dive on the way...
Gravedigger: He's taking a lot of time..
Teddy launches himself off of the top rope with a body splash.. right into Alex's spiked Samoan punch!
Gravedigger: Told you so!
Teddy staggers to his feet obviously out of it as Alex spins him around drilling him with the Final Enlightenment!
Jimmy Garcia: One of Alex's many choke slam variants has Teddy on the ropes.
Gravedigger: I think this is just about over.
Alex climbs to the top rope dragging Teddy with him.. and nails the Sanity Slip! He makes a cover.
1..
2..
3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, Alex Richards!
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy had him in trouble for a minute there. But Alex gets back on the winning track.
Gravedigger: Decisive win for Alex Richards there. And good for him!. You know what myself and our esteemed president think of Mexicans.
Jimmy Garcia: He's not actually Mexican!
Gravedigger: Don't be jealous.. I hate you too Jimmy |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:45:23 GMT -6
Co-Main Event UCI Intercontinental Championship Triple Threat Match Bonnie Blue © vs Shooter McCool vs Stevie Corah
We return back from the commercial for the co-main event. The Tokyo Dome in Japan is filled with 55,000 fans all sold out for this groundbreaking Overload card. One thing you have to admire about Japan that Professional Wrestling isn’t sports entertainment. It’s a religion, a sport, a master of arts in the land of the rising sun. The cameras cut to Jimmy Garcia, and Gravedigger sat behind the commentary table.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another episode of Monday Night Overload. If you’re just joining us now, we are here live in the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan. You’re just here now for our co-main event of the evening. The UCI Intercontinental Championship will be contested in a Triple Threat match!
Gravedigger: Yeah...Bonnie Blue...the cheater. I’m so happy to see her once again steal a victory like she did against Shooter McCool. Now she’s gonna disrespect the way of the Samurai?
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue is set to defend her UCI Intercontinental Championship against not only Shooter McCool but Stevie Corah. I’m so exicted, how about-
Gravedigger: NO! HELL NO! I WANT THAT CUNT TO LOSE!
The cameras cut back to Taylor Lorde standing in the center of the ring. Wearing her signature blue dress and black high heels, she receives the cue from production to begin with the introductions of the title match.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen! This is our co-main event of the evening! It is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall and it is for the UCI Intercontinental Championship!
“Sex Pistols” by Anarchy in the UK is the first of three entrance music to play and already ignites the crowd into raucous boos. Stevie Corah walks out from the back to the stage with a bottle of ale in his right hand. He pops the cap off then raises the drink in the air, cockily pouring the alcoholic beverage into his mouth before smashing the glass bottle on the stage. He spits out the drink and flips off the Japanese crowd.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The belligerent Stevie marches down the entrance aisle confident of his match. However, he raises the famous microphone as the crowd groans. Already annoyed they have to suffer for his entrance talk. He smirks wearing black knee high shorts, white trainers with black Nike logo, and also white tape around his right wrist.
Stevie 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.
He throws the microphone over his right shoulder then charges straight down the rest of the entrance aisle. A quick slide under the bottom rope leads him to do a strong pose in the center of the ring. Stevie gets off the canvas and walks over to his designated corner to stand on the middle rope in light of all these negative reactions from the famous Tokyo Dome audience.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Brixton, South London! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 280 pounds. He is “Pure Brixton Brutality” Stevie Corah!
Stevie hops right off the middle turnbuckle and stays in his corner warming up for the match. Once the music fades, thunderous boos and hateful remarks are tossed at him but all Stevie does is laugh back to the boisterous crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: Here we go with Stevie Corah being the first competitor to make his entrance. Judging by that smirk on his face, he’s very confident on becoming the new UCI Intercontinental Champion. Could you imagine him pulling off the upset of the night?
Gravedigger: DRINKS ON ME STEVIE!
“You Ain’t Never Met a Mother Fucker Quite Like Me” by Kid Rock immediately plays around the Tokyo Dome thus cueing Shooter McCool walking out from the backstage area to center stage chewing that toothpick. He does nothing but survey the Japanese crowd disrespecting his presence with loud boos.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He walks down to the ring avoiding any arms outstretched in his way. However, Shooter walks over to take a picture with a lovely young Japanese girl until throwing the phone out of her hand. No regards for anyone but himself, he keeps walking down to the ring not even paying attention at Stevie mocking him.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is Shooter McCool!
Shooter climbs up on the apron by his left knee then stands at full height. He wipes his black wrestling boots on the apron before getting inside the ring. No need necessary to showboat to the crowd. He stays in his designated corner wearing blue jeans and white taped fists. His music fades away thus the Japanese crowd is heard dismantling his ears with boos.
Gravedigger: Oh yeah! Shooter gon’ get revenge. Last week, Bonnie cheap pinned Shooter.
Jimmy Garcia: No she didn’t, it was a small pa-
Gravedigger: CHEAP PIN!
“Doctor Who Meets Metal” by eRock finally plays around the Tokyo Dome receiving a grand phenomenon of praise to the stage. The lights start dancing to the beat of the song in blue and white colors around the arena. Smoke covers the stage then Bonnie skips out from the back with the UCI Intercontinental Championship around her waist. Center stage, she smiles to the audience as she powers her right fist in the air.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bonnie walks down to the ring unstrapping the belt from around her waist then hugging it over her right shoulder. She interacts with the fans at ringside, giving them high fives on the way to the ring. Wearing a plain blue sleeveless top, matching capri-length tights with wide strips of white down the outside of either leg, and white mid-calf wrestling boots with blue laces.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Parts Unknown! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds. She is the UCI Intercontinental Champion, “The Daughter of Time” Bonnie Blue!
Bonnie climbs up the steel steps then walks along the apron. She stands on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ring to raise up the Intercontinental Championship belt with both her hands. A great big white smile on that beautiful face while the contenders have their eyes set on the prize. Bonnie climbs over the top rope to stand in her designated corner then her music fades. The referee takes the belt to hold up the belt to the camera.
Jimmy Garcia: The longest reigning UCI Intercontinental Champion, and overall champion in UCI history. Bonnie Blue has broken records and will not stop until she is World Champion.
Gravedigger: Oh god no, please. Anything but that. I’ve already seen two Guardians as World Champion, we don’t need another.
Ding Ding Ding!
All three competitors are skeptical and hesitant of who is gonna make the first move. Bonnie has a really big disadvantage in size but she’s the more experienced in the match. Stevie and Shooter continue to look at each other then back to Bonnie. Forming some temporary alliance against the champion. They start moving around on each side cutting off her chance of escape little by little.
Gravedigger: Aw yeah! Do it boys! Take out the champion in the Triple Threat match then go for the championship yourselves! Smart thinking guys!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue is currently trapped between Stevie Corah and Shooter McCool. This is not looking good for the Intercontinental Champion!
Bonnie is trying to figure out what to do until she quickly jumps into Stevie with a forearm shot into his chest. She shoots back over to Shooter and knocks him back with a forearm shot into his chin. Unfortunately, Stevie comes back to knock her into the mat from behind for the two to stomp her down and beat her near the corner of the ring.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Shooter pulls her off the mat first then whips her into the opposing corner. Her back is glued against the turnbuckles thus allowing Shooter to charge across the ring into her. She moves out of the way thus allowing Shooter to hit chest first into the turnbuckles. Hell, Bonnie even slips out of the way for Corah to slam chest first into Shooter squashing them both against the turnbuckles.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh! Miscalculation! Shooter McCool and Stevie Corah both miscalculated thus ending up glued together in the corner. Here comes Bonnie on the charge!
Bonnie does so, she charges into the ropes for enough spring in the rebound to Dropkick both men deeper into the turnbuckles. Stevie falls out through the ropes to the ringside mat and Bonnie gets to work on Shooter helping him back up to his feet. A few shots into his chin leaves him rocked enough to bend him down with a shot into the ribs. She runs into the ropes and rebounds back to him to Basement Dropkick him into the temple to the canvas.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Shooter falls down onto the canvas after a few log rolls. On his back, she climbs up on top of his chest with his shoulders pinned on the canvas and right leg hooked up.
One!
He kicks out from the early pin attempt. Stevie is already recovering at ringside but Bonnie is really putting the work on Shooter. A few Dropkicks keeps him at bay until she attempts a Headscissors which he holds in his arms. Shooter spins her body around to land a nice Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker right across his knee before dropping her carcass to the canvas.
Gravedigger: Sick Backbreaker to Bonnie Blue! I swear I saw her spine break! Here comes the pin attempt, new champion already!
One!
T-
Stevie already interrupts the pin attempt by dragging Shooter off her. The two already start arguing on the feet then Stevie slaps the taste out of Shooter’s mouth. Enraged by that disrespectful mark, he starts unloading with multiple punching combinations mixing in between his ribs and jaw before finishing the combo with a Spinning Backfist.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOH!
Corah is rocking back and forth on his feet thus giving Shooter a chance to run into the ropes behind him. Off the rebound, Corah snaps back into reality and clotheslines the smaller opponent making Shooter snap right back down into the canvas once again. Bonnie is on her knees until she’s also floored down onto the canvas with a clothesline from Corah.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: Two clotheslines, two competitors down. Stevie Corah is putting up all the action in this Triple Threat. No disqualifications, No count outs. It’s going to be very interesting how this all plays out on Corah’s end.
He picks up Bonnie and tosses her out through the ropes by the hair. Turning around, Stevie goes back over to Shooter to stand him up in the corner. Back to back chops into the corner leaves his opponent completely stunned. Stevie backs up for a few steps until charging in that small distance to Avalanche his huge weight into Shooter thus sitting him down in the corner.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Shooter is on his ass leaning against the bottom turnbuckle after taking so much damage. Stevie on the other hand is ready to finish him off right there. He cockily walks back to the other corner then goes back on another run to the downed Shooter. Unfortunately, McCool gets back up to Superkick Corah knocking him off balance. He turns around to see Bonnie Blue springboarding off the top rope to Dropkick him in the head thus through the ropes again.
Gravedigger: Okay see?! Bonnie loves stealing the hard work of others too. Shooter knocked Stevie back with a harsh Superkick then she comes out of nowhere with a Springboard Dropkick?!
Jimmy Garcia: Call that karma for Stevie Corah. She’s ready to do all she can to defend her UCI Intercontinental Championship!
Bonnie gets up by the ropes but she immediately drops down pulling the top rope. Shooter launches himself over the top rope to ringside right next to Stevie Corah. On the other hand, Bonnie leaves the ring to climb up all the way to the top rope. With Japan edging her on, she leaps off the top rope to splash both men down. A wreckage of three completely at ringside.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: Show off!
Bonnie is the first of all three to get up hence she shoves in Shooter of the two back into the ring. With the high flying advantage on her side, she’s already on the top rope waiting for Shooter. The moment he gets up, she leaps right off the top turnbuckle only to get nailed in the jaw with a Running High Knee. Not before long, Shooter locks in the Texas Cloverleaf in the center of the ring. Full weight sat down on her back and legs tied around his right knee crossed over.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh GOD! The submission from last match! The Tennessee Two-Step! Bonnie flew in the air to get caught by the running knee, and know she’s in the Texas Cloverleaf!
Bonnie is really in a lot of pain. Shooter is leaning back plus adding more weight down on her spine for leverage. He’s certain he’s got her locked in but the moment he moves them both away from the ropes, she slips her head out. Rolling forward, he gets caught in the same Small Package until Bonnie is dead lifted off the mat into a Suplex.
Gravedigger: HA! Shit don’t work twice Bonnie! Brainbuster incoming!
He snaps right down onto his shoulders thus spiking Bonnie on the top of her head. A Brainbuster leaves her down on the canvas almost unconscious while Shooter takes some moments to get back up to his feet. When he turns around, Corah lifts him up in the air to Twisting Spinebuster him in the center of the ring.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Already infuriated, he sets his sight on Bonnie in the corner. Pumping up all the breaks and waiting for Bonnie to get back on her feet. She barely manages to get back up on her feet thus having Corah charge across the ring only for Bonnie to leap out of the way. Corah meets shoulder first into the pole before shrugging all the way to the apron.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT!
Bonnie however sees Shooter down on the mat, and looks at the top rope. She limps all the way to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Back facing the downed McCool, she leaps backwards into the air corkscrewing with her back crashing on top of his ribs.
Jimmy Garcia: SONIC SCREWDRIVER! SONIC SCREWDRIVER! BONNIE IS GONNA RETAIN!
Just when the referee goes to count, Bonnie’s hair is grappled by Stevie Corah who runs her to the ropes and tosses her out of the ring. He then jumps on top of Shooter to pin his shoulders down then hook his right leg up!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stevie Corah gets up off Shooter and marches around the ring yelling in excitement. Tokyo cannot believe the upset pulled off by this newcomer but the referee gives the Intercontinental championship belt to him. He snatches it away from the referee’s hands and raises the belt high in the air for all to see.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and the NEW UCI Intercontinental Champion, Stevie Corah!
Stevie stands on the middle turnbuckle of a corner raising that belt up high in the air. Completely confident he would win, he starts mouthing off to all the fans at ringside.
Jimmy Garcia: We never thought we would see the day that someone would dethrone Bonnie Blue but now, she has been taken down. The greatest Intercontinental Champion has been dethroned by Stevie Corah. Congratulations.
Gravedigger: YEAH BOY! YOU DID IT! YEAH! WOOO! WOO! IM BOUT’ TO CELEBRATE! WOOOOOO! COMMERCIAL MOTHERFUCKERS! |
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Post by Results on Nov 15, 2016 1:46:08 GMT -6
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