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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 0:53:41 GMT -6
Introduction
The Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore, Maryland is sold out live. Monday Night Overload officially begins with the cameras showcasing all type of fans prepared for a long night of amazing matches and segments heading their way. The cameras revert back to Jimmy Garcia and Gravedigger sitting behind the commentary table ready to call this Overload.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another episode of UCI: Monday Night Overload! Our main event features three champions all battling out for bragging rights and amazing momentum boosts. Not to mention our new Television Champion, Teddy Sol, making his first defense in the co-main event against Bolas De Arena.
Gravedigger: Boooooring! Let’s begin!
Jimmy Garcia: “We are getting word that Celeste Mallory has a message for us here at the Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore.”
Gravedigger: “My night just got better and with this huge Main Event, Abigail Lindsay and Celeste Mallory on the same night? Score on ratings Jimmy, play the damn footage!”
Jimmy Garcia: “Her and Andre Holmes both were given the night off after their brutal encounter at Civil War, it will be interesting what she has to say.”
Gravedigger: “Okay shut up she’s about to speak.”
The Tron comes on….
The scene opens to show Celeste Mallory sitting on a white couch in an unknown location, wearing black leather pants, a white button up blouse and matching boots. Her long chocolate hair hangs down, her nails polished white while holding the UCI World Championship on her shoulder….
Her furry white Pomeranian, Peaches sits next to her as her blue eyes look directly into the camera…
Celeste: “I know Baltimore, Maryland, you wanted to see me live and in color. Mother used to wrestle in your city all the time, she became a staple as a matter of fact, she won her first World Championship there. I have to admit, aside from the Inner Harbor and Camden Yards, your city is a cesspool of the decayed and desolate, Peaches and I would never be caught dead there.”
She lets out a giggle as the fans in the arena boo…..
Celeste: “The UCI gave Andre Holmes and I the night off after our hard-fought battle, it was as advertised and Andre fought valiantly, with heart and might. He never surrendered, never quit, his body simply gave out on him and as I choked the life out of Andre I felt a euphoria tingling inside of me, it was quite the turn on but we’ll keep that our little secret. I did the impossible, after all of you criticized and embarrassed me over what happened at Civil War, I have this to show for it while the rest can simply get in line and try to take what is mine.”
She slowly holds up the World Title and smirks…..
Celeste: “To all the doubters, all the naysayers that didn’t think I had what it took to take this from you? I say all to you, I told you so. I will give credit where its due, Mr. Holmes pushed me to the limit, he is what he says he is the toughest son of a bitch I have ever had the pleasure of wrestling and I do mean PLEASURE. Mother never told me how good this would feel and I like to feel pretty. So pretty that I will enjoy my Championship with Peaches and a glass of Chardonnay. I will sit back and watch Champions vs Champions while the ONLY World Champion smiles at the carnage and Abigail, don’t disappoint.”
Cracking a smile, the beautiful Celeste slowly sits up with the title in hand….
Celeste: “Anytime Andre you want a rematch, it’s here and remember, you owe me a date. Now at Black Mass we will see who the true purifier is because after winning Civil War, Mr. Kevin Bishop?”
She leans in and licks her lips while narrowing her eyes….
Celeste: “We’re going to see if you truly are “Down with the Sickness”.”
The Pretty Little Devil starts to giggle, holding the World Title close to her face, then kissing it before winking….
Gravedigger: “I love her.”
Jimmy Garcia: “You would. Message sent to Kevin Bishop by our World Champion, Celeste Mallory, it was subtle and to the point. Cute dog.”
Gravedigger: “I love little furry dogs like that.”
Jimmy Garcia: “That’s a load of crap, you hit little dogs.”
Gravedigger: “If the owner is Celeste? Not anymore Jimmy.”
Jimmy Garcia: “You’re impossible.” |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:00:08 GMT -6
Dion Necurat vs Jamo
We cut to the ring where Jamo is seen stretching out, a menacing smile on his face as he awaits the competition.
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
"Domination" by Symphony X begins to play throughout the Arena. "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards march down the aisle, lining up 10 on one side and 10 on the other leading down to the ring and stand at attention.
A quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold appears carrying "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat and makes its way down the aisle as if entering the Roman Colosseum ready to do battle and circles the ring and stops.
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat enters the ring. The quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold makes its way back up the aisle and disappears followed by "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards marching in a two by two formation.
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat, standing in the middle of the ring, drawing a Gladius from the hip and starts banging the hilt against a custom made Vibranium/steel alloy Spartan shield calling out his opponent to engage him into a fight to the death.
"The Legion" of "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat's fans stand in unison to cheer their warrior as gold coins in Dion Necurat's likeness rains down on him in the center of the ring. He looks out to "The Legion", "The Legion" gives "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat the thumbs up and gives his opponent the thumbs down, meaning "Death!"
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat raises both arms holding the Gladius and custom made Spartan shield wide out over his head in praise to the crowd and let's out a Gladiator bloodcurdling scream.
Jimmy Garcia: He’s here, Digger! It’s time for the debut of Dion Necurat!
Gravedigger: Of course, Dion comes to UCI with connections to Brotherhood leader Kevin Bishop and this crowd already knows him well.
Jimmy Garcia: Expect brute force to be a focal point here!
DING DING DING!!
Gravedigger: Jamo and Dion trading punches right away!
Jimmy Garcia: Big knife edge chop from Jamo!
Jamo’s smile grows bigger as he delivers another hard chop across the chest of Dion.
Gravedigger: Jamo pulls him up for the suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Dion dropping back down now, hard knee to the gut!
Gravedigger: Arm drag now by Dion.
As Jamo hits the mat, Dion goes down to a knee, twisting Jamo’s arm up as the hardcore legend shouts out in pain.
Jimmy Garcia: Jamo pushing back up as he twists the arm back, pressure put on Dion now!
Jamo throws Dion off the ropes, leaping in the air as Necurat rebounds.
Gravedigger: Dropkick from Jamo and the cover.
1!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Arm sunk under the chin of Dion here, trying to cut off the breathing pattern it appears!
Jamo pushes off and back to his feet before dropping another elbow down towards Dion’s throat and hooking the leg once more.
1!
KICKOUT!
Jamo appears frustrated as he stands up, quickly yanking Dion up into German suplex position.
Gravedigger: Dion reversing the momentum.
Jimmy Garcia: Cutter from Dion and a cover!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Some back and forth action in this one.
Dion gets to his feet, anticipating his opponent getting back up.
Jimmy Garcia: Shoulder to the midsection from Jamo! That one doubling Dion over slightly!
Gravedigger: Clubbing forearm from Jamo, right to the back of Dion’s head as he goes running off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Shining wizard from Dion!
Dion balances himself a bit before leaping off the ropes onto Jamo.
Gravedigger: Big lionsault there!
Dion claps his hands in sync with the crowd, waiting for Jamo to get to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking for the finish here!
Gravedigger: He’s got Jamo up!
Jimmy Garcia: Praetorian Driver!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match by way of pinfall, Dion Necurat!
Gravedigger: Huge debut for Dion!
Jimmy Garcia: After a performance like that, the people will be clamoring for more like it! |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:02:10 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:04:56 GMT -6
Andre Jenson Segment
“Big Blue Dress” by Cranius hits the speakers as the crowd all go a little bit nuts as Andre Jenson pops out of the curtain to the arena. He shows off his broad, beaming smile and waves as he starts walking down the ramp to the ring. The ring is set up like his Random Encounters set. There is a giant TV screen, shaped like a D20 suspended from the ceiling, a table and a couple of chairs in the middle of the ring and a diorama of Kem sitting on the table. A finely crafted diorama that looks like it was made with loving care and attention by a master wood crafter.
Jenson enters the ring and picks up a microphone, then sits on one of the chairs facing the camera.
Jenson: Good evening citizens of the realm of Baltimore!
The crowd cheer, just as loudly as they did when he came out, marking out at their hometown reference.
Jenson: Go Ravens!
The crowd cheer more loudly
Jenson: Go, er, Orioles? They’re a thing? I thought you eat those.
He says this with hesitation as if someone just whispered the name of the team to him off the side of the ring
Jenson: Oh, Oreos? OK. No worries.
He smiles at the crowd again.
Jenson: Anyway, what’s up Baltimore?! I have two things to do tonight, first, I want to make an announcement!
The crowd awaits the announcement with baited breath.
Jenson: Firstly, I would like to officially announce that we are setting up a major Kem-Ball franchise right here in Baltimore! They will be called the Baltimore Bards and they will be a massively successful team I would imagine. Teams and management will be announced in due course and they will be a magnificent addition to the PKBL.
Some of the crowd cheer at this, the majority clap as if to say “er, thanks, I guess.” Jenson clears his throat.
Jenson: That’s just the first thing I have to do. I have a couple of other announcements. A: I am back! And 2: I need to speak to Kuno Kenji to offer my apologies for last week. So without any sort of fanfare needed, which would totally be a thing when the Baltimore Bards have their opening game here, I would like to welcome my guest this week to Random encounters, KUNO KENJI!
Jenson motions to the entrance ramp as Kuno’s music hits.
The familiar sound of “Tokameki Poporon” echoes through the arena, accompanied by baby blue, pink, and white strobe lights and lasers, but no Kuno appears at the top of the stage, instead one of the people with front-row seats on the right of the ramp jumps over the barricade, the hood of his Tiger Mask hoodie slipping off to reveal a head of black hair, and two matching, black cat ears.
The crowd cheers as the cameraman figures out what’s going on and Kuno appears on the big screen, he looks around at the fans, giving them a sad smile that disappears when he looks back down to the ring, his eyes flashing amber as he fixes them on the man in the centre of the ring.
Kuno makes his way down to the bottom of the ramp, rolling into the ring and staring down Andre, or rather, staring [up] as Kuno’s eyes were at about the height of Jenson’s chest.
Kuno takes a long moment before speaking, his face a mask of rage, but once he picked up the microphone waiting for him on the table, he just spoke one word into it, one word infused with more sadness than anger.
Kuno: Why?
Jenson: Why? You have to understand something. I have no quarrel with you, good man. I merely came down to Civil War on a hunch that those menacing Dwarves would try to do something to Teddy. I drove them away for you, they were ruining a perfectly good match. That’s why I was there. Everything afterward, well, I didn’t really have a choice.
Kuno is silent for a moment after what Andre said.
Kuno: ...what do you mean you “didn’t have a choice”? Were you not watching when I spent my entire title run showing that anyone can do anything, especially if they have good in their heart, was that all a waste of time, or were you just not listening?
Andre thinks for a moment, tapping his microphone with his finger and looking away from Kuno while gathering his thoughts.
Jenson: Actually, no. I was busy during your title run. Had to run up a mountain with some Dwarves and throw a ring into a fire. Don’t get much TV in Wisconsin. Especially not up on a mountain. I take it you were not around before I was spirited away and you kinda don’t know about the dice?
Kuno: Dice? What are you talking about, Andre?
Andre shrugs and takes out some dice from his pocket.
Jenson: These, they are dice. They have little numbers on their faces and you roll them - the number that shows up is the number you get. They’ve been around for like a couple thousand…..
Kuno: I know what dice are, Andre, I wasn’t born last year, it was more like two years ago; what do they have to do with you interfering in mine and Teo’s match?
Jenson: Oh? That’s the reason. I had to take out the Dwarves, it was a good match as I said. After that, I did what the roll told me to do.
He looks at the dice skeptically.
Jenson: They might be bad dice, it’s too early to say. Either way, the point to invite you here today was to apologize for that. I really can’t do anything about it when the roll happens, it happens. It’s just how it is, you understand, I’m sure. It happens to us all.
Kuno looks at Andre with a quizzical expression on his face, not quite comprehending what the man is talking about.
Kuno: Are you saying… that the dice told you to hand my belt to Teo? That I should be mad at a pair of dice?
Jenson: I’m glad we cleared that up. So yeah, apology accepted?
AJ holds out his hand, the expression on his face hopeful. He has a big, sincere smile on his face.
Kuno looks down at the outstretched hand, his internal debate reflected on his face, but before he can make a decision he is interrupted by the sound of… a flute?
Yes, that is undoubtedly the sound of a flute playing the main theme to “The Hobbit”. Kuno looks to the top of the ramp as the performer is revealed, one of the many dwarves that assaulted him at Civil War was walking out onto the stage, holding the offending flute in his dirty hands and playing the, probably copyrighted, theme as his buddies slowly joined him at the top of the stage.
Once there was a total of 7 dwarves standing at the top of the ramp they started to walk down to the ring, glaring at the two men standing there.
Andre and Kuno only have time to exchange a quick nod to each other, recognizing the need to cooperate in the face of a common enemy, before they are forced to take up defensive stances as the dwarves surround the ring and jump up on the apron.
But the dwarves don’t continue into the ring, instead, the one standing ring in front of the two men simply stretches out his hand, clearly asking for a microphone.
Kuno looks at the extended limb suspiciously, but Andre walks over to the table and gets the backup microphone he was smart enough to bring, although he does make sure to keep the dwarf as far away as possible when handing it to him.
Jenson: Kloker, I thought I’d see your ugly mug here. Where is my dice?
Kloker: Oh, they’re safe, I’m not going to tell you where they are, though. That’s way too easy.
Jenson: Figures, I.
Kuno cuts him off
Kuno: Never mind this! You interfered in my match last week at Civil war. All of you did. Now I don’t know what’s happening here, I just know that these Dwarves need to be taught a lesson, don’t they Jenson?
Jenson and the Dwarves both say “what” at the same times.
Kuno: You pick two of your best guys and next week they will fight me and Jenson.
Kloker laughs.
Kloker: You really think that you can beat Toker and Blyger in a match?
He points at two of the biggest, meanest, most unfriendly Dwarves you can possibly imagine.
Kloker: I’m thinking that we not only beat you next week, but we beat you right here, right now!
They start moving towards the ring as Kuno prepares for a fight, Andre rolls a dice. He looks at the result, then the Dwarves, then Kuno. He sighs and pinches his nose and looks to the floor as Kuno is gesturing to the Dwarves, with his back turned to Jenson. They are backing up the ramp now. Andre is picking up the diorama, checking its weight. Then putting it down on the table again. He shrugs to himself and nods. Kuno is still shouting at the Dwarves who are now at the top of the ramp.
Jenson: Sorry about this, chap.
With that, Jenson picks up the diorama again and smashes Kuno over the head with it just as he turns round, destroying the diorama, sending shards of it everywhere and leaving Kuno in a crumpled heap in the ring.
Jenson wordlessly leaves the ring and stalks his way out of the arena, brusquely barging his way past the Dwarves who were too busy laughing at Kuno to care.
When the dwarves finally stop laughing at the battered body of Kuno and start walking towards the back, they are passed by Kuno’s fellow Otakuul ‘mates, not even stopping as they rush to the side of their fallen friend, although Brawler did throw them some dirty glances.
Once they reached where Kuno was lying he had gotten to his knees, struggling to rise fully, managing just as the Hentai Prince bends down to help him, but Kuno shoves him away, drawing shocked gasps from both the crowd and the rest of Otakuul.
Kuno turns away from the others, raising up his hood again as he rolls out of the ring and jumps the barricade, rushing out of the arena through the crowd before the others can gather themselves enough to chase after him, once they do; they exchange a few words and run off in different directions, seemingly hoping to catch Kuno on his way out of the arena. |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:06:29 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:15:37 GMT -6
Sebastian Reid vs David Smith
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kosovo, David Smith!
The arena is in silence, as the sound of a hammer hitting the iron is heard in the background three times. As it stops, Freak on a Leash by Korn starts playing as David Smith appears on the entrance in a very calm state. He starts walking toward the ring one step to another, as explosions are fired on the background. He gets to the ring and grabs the top rope and with it's help jumps on the apron. He enters through the top and middle rope and gets to a turnbuckle. He climbs it in the second turnbuckle and looks over at the crowd, slams his clutched fist twice on his right chest muscle and the raise his fist up while shouting " Feel the Hammmerrrrrr".
Gravedigger: Here comes UCI’s newest powerhouse!
Jimmy Garcia: Big David Smith fan, Digger?
Gravedigger: You know I love anyone who goes out there and just clobbers the hell out of everyone!
Taylor Lorde: His opponent, from Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, Sebastian Reid!
I Made It by Kevin Rudolf hits as Sebastian Reid steps out onto the stage. The former Rising Stars champion extends his hands outward, setting off a respectable chorus of cheers from the crowd before making his way down the ramp, high fiving those along the barricade. Reid then rolls into the ring and runs the ropes, staring down Smith as he does so.
Jimmy Garcia: Smith might be a physical wall, but Sebastian Reid is no slouch either! Never doubt a former Rising Stars champion!
Gravedigger: I’ll give you that one, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see Smith tear someone’s head off tonight!
The two take to opposite corners, stretching out a bit more as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: The two circle each other, trying to analyze each other before making the first move!
Gravedigger: Well, the approach is a bit different from both men and that’s something they’re taking into account.
Jimmy Garcia: Reid going for the tie up!
Gravedigger: Smith shoving Reid back like a ragdoll!
Sebastian Reid gets immediately back to his feet, bouncing from side to side a bit as he grins at David Smith before going for another tie up.
Jimmy Garcia: Clubbing forearm to the back of Reid!
As Smith goes for another, Reid manages to duck around him, trying to wrap his arms around the back.
Gravedigger: Elbow to the temple from Smith!
Smith turns around, grabbing hold of Reid before a hard Irish whip sends the former champ running.
Jimmy Garcia: Big boot from Smith!
1!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Hard shots from Smith, using the size and power to his advantage early on.
Smith pushes up, dragging Reid up by the arm like a mother does to their screaming child at the supermarket.
Jimmy Garcia: Spinning kick to the gut from Reid!
Gravedigger: Dropkick to Smith now!
Smith wobbles, but remains on his feet before Reid charges forward with a clothesline that sends them both over the top.
Jimmy Garcia: Reid getting the momentum on his side now!
Reid pulls Smith up, attempting to launch the big man towards the barricade as the ref starts his count.
1!
Gravedigger: Momentum shift from Smith, sending Reid into the barricade.
2!
Jimmy Garcia: Smith with a clothesline now, both men spilling out over the railing!
3!
Gravedigger: Smith bringing Reid back up now.
4!
Jimmy Garcia: MY GOD!
Gravedigger: Reid with the spear through the barricade!
5!
Jimmy Garcia: Neither man moving after that one!
6!
Gravedigger: Big move, but that may have put a fork in this one.
7!
Jimmy Garcia: Reid stirring a bit!
8!
Gravedigger: Slowly crawling towards the apron now.
9!
Jimmy Garcia: He leaps towards the edge now!
10!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Since neither Sebastian Reid or David Smith could make it back into the ring before the count of ten, this match has been declared a draw!
Gravedigger: Just a touch too late sliding back in and this one will go in the books as a tie.
Jimmy Garcia: Good effort from both men and now, you’ve gotta wonder if we’ll get a true winner between the two in a future showdown! |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:16:49 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:22:09 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue Segment
Erock's heavy metal version of the Doctor Who theme hits the speakers to an enormous pop from the crowd. Bonnie Blue steps out from behind the curtain, tag strap over one shoulder, and makes her way down to the ring, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans along the way. At last, she slips in between the ropes and accepts a mic from a ringside attendant.
Bonnie Blue: Howdy, Baltimore! How y'all feelin' tonight?
The audience cheers again, as Bonnie flashes a dazzling smile.
Bonnie Blue: As y'all can see, I am, once again, one-half of YOUR United Championship Infinite TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS -- alongside my friend an' fellow Guardian, Alex Richards! An' I wanna assure y'all that me an' Alex are gonna breathe new life into the tag team division in the weeks an' months to come. But first... there's some business I gotta take care of.
Now, a couple weeks back, I stepped into the ring with two men to defend MY Intercontinental Title -- an' it was a hell of a fight, but in the end, it was me who beat the tar outta ol' Shooter McCool. An' I done had him rolled up tight for that three-count... when outta nowhere, Stevie Corah stole that vict'ry literally out from under me. Which, in an' of itself, ain't that big a deal. It happens. A stroke of bad luck. But then Stevie had the nerve to act like he was better'n me, when I'm the one that did all the work. I'm the one that took the brunt of Shooter's offense, an' most of Corah's, too. Fact of the matter is, Stevie Corah DID NOT defeat Bonnie Blue.
All at once, The Sex Pistols' "Anarchy in the UK" plays, and Stevie Corah steps onto the stage, mic in hand, and the IC belt slung casually over his shoulder as he strides purposefully down the aisle. Climbing into the ring, he holds up a hand and the music cuts out abruptly.
Stevie Corah: Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on. Let's set the record straight, shall we? A week ago, at Civil War, I eliminated YOU and put an end to your world title aspirations! Two weeks ago, I GRACIOUSLY bowed out of the Tag Title match and allowed you to reclaim that meaningless trifle. And three weeks ago, when I took this --
He lifts the IC belt high.
Stevie Corah: -- off your waist, that was ALL ME. Don't blame me for YOUR mistakes. You lost the belt. Are you gonna keep whining about it, or are you gonna give me that answer you promised?
Bonnie Blue: You're right, Mr. Corah. A week ago, Stevie, YOU -- the current champion -- did the nearly unheard-of an' challenged li'l ol' ME -- the former champ -- to a rematch. Did I ...get under your skin? Just a little bit? Hmm?
She smiles at him; he rolls his eyes.
Bonnie Blue: Well bless your heart, sugar. Now, I promised you'd have my answer tonight, an' ya will. Just bear with me a moment more. Y'see, that belt...
Bonnie points to the IC Title in his grip.
Bonnie Blue: ...woke somethin' up in me. Not greed, not lust for gold; nothing so banal as that. No... it was pride. Pride in myself an' the work I do in this ring, every week. An' you, Stevie.... you took that from me.
Abruptly, her lighthearted demeanor vanishes, replaced by steely determination.
Bonnie Blue: I aim to take it back. You said I can name any stipulation I want. Well, I thought about it long an' hard -- an' I wanna make damn sure there can be no question afterward -- so at Black Mass on December Nineteenth, I'm gonna beat ya at your own game.... in a street fight -- South London style! |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:27:56 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:31:31 GMT -6
Andre Jenson 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 and stretches in her corner
Gravedigger: I like this girl, she got spunk!
Jimmy Garcia: Yeah, and she’s gonna need it, because today she’s fighting the returning Andre Jenson
Gravedigger: ...just another reason to like her.
A deep voice booms from the PA system, and is almost entirely muted by the deafening roar from the crowd "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp, drawing almost crazed reactions from the crowd, an almost unprecedented amount of them waving signs featuring fantasy characters or dice. He then beckons to the back and 4 other similarly clad LARPers emerge, flanking him. They look like a classic dungeon party. The big man, wearing full armour and holding a shield and sword takes position in front, while the tiny elf, dressed in green druid like clothing takes the rear, waving his staff in the air. The other two, a woman wielding a bow and a rather scary looking hairy beast wielding an axe take position either side of Jenson.
Jenson makes some waving movements with his hands and shouts something to the ceiling and they all start moving forward, seemingly satisfied.
When they get to the ring, AJ again makes some gestures and they stop, he shakes hands with each one of them, before pulling up the apron and grabbing a money pouch from under the ring. He gives each of the party a coin, and they take a defensive stance. He grins and then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, while fishing out a couple of d20 dice and rolling them. He then nods as if acknowledging the results and shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm. After this, he climbs each of the middle turnbuckles in turn and looks like he casts a spell on each one of them with hand gestures and some reagents from his pouch.
Gravedigger: Has UCI really fallen back to this? I was honestly hoping that we were over letting this dipshit compete in our ring!
Garcia: The guy’s popular, just look at all the people here to see him, the entire arena is sold out!
‘Digger: Did you really just attribute this show selling out to the return of “The destroyer of UCI’s credibility” rather than the “Champions triple threat”?
Garcia: It’s “The destroyer of goblins”, and, well, Jenson might have helped.
‘Digger: Don’t talk to me
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for, ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 172 pounds, KARLIE NASH!!!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!!
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent, from the fantastical island of Kem, he is the Bane of Undersund, ANDRE JENSON!!!
Crowd: YEAAAAA!!!
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts off slowly, the two circling each other as the crowd chats “Welcome back” over and over again!
The two lock up and struggle back and forth, eventually breaking the lock up as neither person gets the advantage!
‘Digger: What’s that idiot doing?
Garcia: He’s holding up his hand, asking Nash to wait… HE’S BRINGING OUT THE DICE!!!
Andre rolls his newly acquired d20, frowning as he looks down at the result, but shrugging and accepting the result as he looks back up.
Jenson performs a wonderfully smooth lariat at Karlie, it just happens to be that he does it at about ¼ the speed of a normal lariat, giving Nash ample opportunity to duck below, an opportunity she is quick to take, jumping up and grasping Andre’s head from behind, pulling it down in a vicious neckbreaker.
‘Digger: That’s my girl! that’s what I like to see!
Garcia: Jenson must have gotten a low roll!
‘Digger: That’s ridiculous!
The camera pans over to the dice in the ring, showing a 3…
Garcia: HA! I told you!
‘Digger: Oh just shut the fuck up.
Karlie walks up to the corner and leaps to the 2nd turnbuckle, posing to the crowd.
Garcia: She better watch out, she’s giving Andre time to recover.
‘Digger: Yeah, time he’s using to crawl over and roll his dice…
As he sees the result, Andre’s face lights up and he suddenly kips up to his feet, running over to the corner and getting on the 1st turnbuckle, grabbing Nash and hitting her with a german suplex.
Garcia: MASSIVE MOVE FROM ANDRE, AND HE’S NOT DONE!
Indeed he is not, he lifts the woman up to her feet and puts her in a front facelock, before hitting her with a SUPLEX CUTTER!
Garcia: NATURAL 20! NATURAL 20! Andre going for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
No, she kicked out!!
‘Digger: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
Garcia: Andre must have gotten a natural 20, so he hit a Natural 20!
‘Digger: BUT HOW THE FUCK DID THAT MAKE HIM RECOVER FROM A NECKBREAKER!?
Garcia: Through the magic of IMAGINATION!!!
‘Digger: OH JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Andre picks up his dice once again, rolling it and grasping his head in his palms as he sees the result.
He helps Nash up to her feet, putting her hand on his collar and throwing himself forward, basically STOing himself into the corner turnbuckle.
‘Digger: He really is a moron, isn’t he?
Garcia: Hey, it’s not his fault, he probably just got a 1!
‘Digger: ...why doesn’t he just use a loaded dice?
Garcia: Because that would be cheating!
‘Digger: BUT HE JUST IMAGINES THE RESULTS!!!
Garcia: You just don’t get it…
‘Digger: And thank christ for that!
In the ring, Karlie is getting her senses back, on half aware of the nature of what knocked out her opponent.
She grabs him as he gets up, throwing him with an irish whip to the ropes, Andre stops himself by grabbing the ropes, once again rolling his dice, sighing and bouncing off the ropes again, accepting the dice roll, running right into the dropkick from Nash, sending the dice flyign out of his robes towards one of the corner posts.
Garcia: HE LOST THE DICE!
‘Digger: And why does that matter?
She stands there, waiting for Andre to stand, shoving his head between her legs and hooking both of his arms, she pulls to get him into position for the Upper Body Injury...
But Jenson gets out of it, spinning around and grabbing one of her arms turning her inside out with a well-placed Short-arm-clothesline.
Karlie struggles to her knees, but is met with a running knee from Andre!
Garcia: CRITICAL HIT! HE GOT HER!
‘Digger: DAMMIT GIRL, KICK OUT!!!
Garcia: ANDRE WITH THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Garcia: ANDRE JENSON WITH THE RETURN WIN!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, ANDRE JENSON!!!
‘Digger: See? he didn’t need his damn dice!
Garcia: Oh? I wouldn’t be so sure about that…
Jimmy says this as the camera zooms in on the top of the corner post, showing the dice lying there… showing a natural 20!!!
‘Digger: OH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!! WHAT ARE THE FUCKING ODDS!? |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:34:47 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue vs Bad News Brawler
Jimmy Garcia: Fresh off an impressive performance in the Civil War match, winning team member Bonnie Blue returns to singles competition against the Bad News Brawler who scored his first victory last week.
Gravedigger: I hate the Guardians, I hate the Time Witch. I'm hoping the Brawler takes her out because my favorite Christmas present is watching a Guardian get wrecked.
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.
Taylor Lorde: Currently on her way to the ring, The Daughter of Time.. Bonnie Blue!
Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in her blue and white singlet, and raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then,she is hit from behind by the Bad News Brawler! He slams Bonnie's head off the ring ramp before tossing her into the ring and screaming at the referee to ring the bell. The young official imtimidated by the Brawler does so.
Gravedigger: What a smart move by the Brawler! Why wait for your opponent to get comfortable?
Jimmy Garcia: Because jumping them from behind is unsportsmanlike.
Gravedigger: You are such a pansy Jimmy. You don't get dqed and you get an advantage then it's worth it!
The Brawler chokes Bonnie on the mat.. then he decides to bite her right in the forehead. He drags Bonnie to her feet then rams her hard into the corner.. then drags her across the ring and does the same thing! A vicious headbutt drops Blue then Bad News comes down with a hard leg drop on Blue! He makes a cover.
1..
2..
kick out from Bonnie!
Bad News yells at the referee for a slow count. Then picks Bonnie up and slams her as hard as he can in the middle of the ring. He drags her up by the hair then does it again! He lifts Bonnie up a third time and slams her once more! Then grabs Bonnie by the hair and drags her around the ring with one hand while punching her with the other!
Jimmy Garcia: Is this guy even a wrestler?
Gravedigger: Who cares? He's sure putting on a beating on Bonnie!
Bad News finally drags her back to her feet again and still using the hair tosses Bonnie over the top rope to the arena floor! Bonnie however skins the cat, pulling herself back into the ring. Hearing cheering the Brawler knows something went wrong and charges Bonnie only to get back dropped over the top rope to the floor! Bonnie tries to shake off as the cobwebs as the Bad News Brawler gets to his feet and climbs onto the ring apron.. then up to the top rope. Very very slowly.
Jimmy Garcia: He does not look comfortable up there at all.
Gravedigger: And Bonnie makes him pay for the mistake with a dropkick crotching Brawler on the top rope! C'mon Bad News.. shake it off!
Bonnie goes to the top rope and takes down the Brawler with a hurricarana! She makes the cover.
1..
2..
kick out!
Gravedigger: The Brawler is a tough guy he can take a lot of punishment.
Jimmy Garcia: Yeah but Bonnie can dish out a lot of punishment! And look at that.. she's applied a bridging cobra clutch on the Brawler!
The Bad News Brawler refuses to submit as the referee asks him if he's had enough. But Bonnie just as quickly releases the hold and kicks the Brawler in the head several times then rubs his face into the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie getting some payback for the Brawler's earlier dirty tactics. Ask Wentworth, you do not want to get on this lady's bad side.
The Brawler gets up holding his head only to get dropped from behind with a diving kneedrop bulldog! The brawler is barely moving as Bonnie heads back to the top rope.. coming off and connecting with a picture perfect moonsault! Bonnie grabs onto the legs of the Brawler setting him off for a boston crab but the Bad News Brawler kicks her off hard into the corner. He gets up and unloads with a series of punches in the corner.
Gravedigger: Bonnie just hit him with some of her best shots and he's still coming back! This is one tough guy!
The Brawler whips Bonnie hard to the far corner then charges in for a splash but hits nothing but turnbuckle! He stagger allowing Bonnie to clamp on an inverted headlock and nail the Infinate Paradox!
Gravedigger: I really don't like that move.
Jimmy Garcia: Then you're going to hate this! Bonnie goes to the top rope and there it is! Sonic Screwdriver! She makes the cover.
1..
2..
3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, Bonnie Blue!
Jimmy Garcia: Chalk up another win for the Daughter of Time! If she has her way she has a re match with Stevie Corah in her future.
Gravedigger: The time witch doesn't have a chance against him!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie has beaten some of the best the UCI has to offer and was the dominant IC champion. If you're counting her out you're a fool Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: So you're calling me a fool now Jimmy? Time to die..
As the show goes to commercial Jimmy perhaps smartly runs away from the broadcast booth. Digger chuckles.
Gravedigger: I still got it. C'mon back Jimmy.. you aren't worth bribing a judge over. |
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:36:18 GMT -6
El Trébol Jr. Segment
Overload cuts backstage where a black banner with the red letters UCI blazoned across the front. A moment into the scene, an unseen figure begins to speak.
Voice: “The saying goes ‘it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.’”
The voice trails off and after a long, awkward pause, the figures coughs.
Voice: “Uh, a little lower if you would.”
The camera pans downward and the fans watching can finally see the owner of the voice in the shot: El Trébol Jr, UCI’s newest signings. The luchador crosses his arms in an attempt to look menacing despite the fact that he stood several inches under five feet tall.
El Trébol Jr: “And let me just say, UCI, that I’m the scrappiest mutt you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”
Off-camera, snickering laugher and a whispered “Yeah, like a Chihuahua” followed by a second round of chuckles is heard by both the fans and the little luchador. Trébol throws his hands up in exasperation as he walks out of the shot. His voice can still be heard as the scene fades to black.
El Trébol Jr: “Fuck you guys. You just ruined my vignette.”
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Post by Results on Dec 6, 2016 1:49:27 GMT -6
Co-Main Event UCI Television Championship Teddy Sol © vs Bolas De Arena
Jimmy Garcia: It's time for our first main event of another UCI double-header. Fan favorite Teddy Sol defends the Television Title against other fan favorite, Bolas De Arana! Expect one fast-paced match here, folks -- these two competitors both have a strong foundation in lucha libre, and we're going to see that on display in this matchup.
Gravedigger: Much as I want to, I can't take anything away from either of these athletes. They are two of the hardest working men in wrestling today. Whoever walks out of this match the winner is going to deserve it.
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the United Championship Infinite Television Title! Coming to the ring first, from Asbury Park, New Jersey... weighing in at one-hundred seventy-five pounds... the challenger -- BOLAS DE ARANA!!!!!
"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: And now, ladies and gentlemen... from Houston, Texas... weighing in at one-hundred eighty-six pounds... he is YOUR UCI Television Champion.... Mr. Sunshine.... TEDDY SOL!!!!!
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff of Earth, Wind, and Fire's "Shining Star" cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience.
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applauds and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
He turns towards the turnbuckle and hops to the top, raising his hands before backflipping into the ring! He runs across to the opposite and backflips onto his feet once again! Finally he turns towards his corner and gives a thumbs up to the front row as he awaits the opening bell.
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell! And the Champ starts this match off with a flurry of quick jabs. But Bolas somersaults beneath Teddy's reach and rolls to his feet behind the Champ! Looking for a full Nelson -- but Sol turns around in time to bring a knee up to De Arana's midsection!
Instead of capitalizing immediately, Teddy lifts his arms and gets a pop from the audience!
Gravedigger: Teddy better watch out! Bolas already recovering now, and sizing up his opponent. Sol turns around again, and eats a boot from Bolas de Arana! And a jumping double knee drop takes Teddy to the mat!
At the crowd's amazed reaction, Bolas leaps to his feet and takes a moment to show off, flexing his biceps and posing as several cameras flash. He doesn't notice Teddy climbing to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Sol backing up, taking Bolas' measure... he springboards off the middle rope and pulls De Arana down with an arm drag! Teddy rolls through and now HE strikes a pose for the audience! This Baltimore crowd is fired up -- and so is Bolas de Arana! The World's Favorite Jackass gives Mr. Sunshine a shove.... Teddy turns around, and shoves him back!
Gravedigger: Bolas isn't going to take that, though, and he pushes back harder! You know, Jimmy, Teddy finds himself in an interesting position in this match -- it's one of the rare times he's got the size advantage, and it looks like he's not quite sure how to capitalize on that, as this begins to look more like a schoolyard fight than a title match. As a matter of fact -- WHOA! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy Garcia: DOUBLE CROSSBODY! Bolas and Teddy both got tired of the shoving match at the same time, and decided to do something about it! You could hear that impact through the arena! Now both men are down, and the referee has no choice but to start a ten count!
One....
Two....
Gravedigger: The Champ pushes himself up to his knees...
Three....
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas de Arana flips himself upright just as Teddy Sol springs to a standing position, putting an end to the official's count. Bolas gives Sol a nod; Teddy grins back at him. Sol on the offensive now, dashing forward into a handspring -- but Bolas catches him as he comes to his feet again, and whips Teddy Sol into the ropes!
Gravedigger: But Sol holds on! Bolas charges after him... but Teddy has him scouted and drops, holding onto that top rope! De Arana tumbles to the outside! Teddy keeps an eye on his opponent as he takes several steps away from the ropes. He waits for Bolas to get vertical... SUICIDE DIVE!
Jimmy Garcia: The champ and the challenger both crash into the ringside crowd barrier! The audience is going nuts, shouting encouragement to the competitors! Bolas starting to recover... he's up! Bolas de Arana grabs Sol's arm and pulls him to his feet. A forearm to the head keeps Teddy dazed while Bolas rolls him back into the ring!
Gravedigger: Here comes Bolas, after stopping to take a selfie with an audience member... and he's met with a running wheel kick from the champ! Bolas sags against the ropes and Teddy presses his advantage now! Sol grabs De Arana's arm and whips him into the corner, where Teddy lays into the World's Favorite Jackass with a series of forearms.
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy breaks off his assault and runs across the ring, turns, and rushes back to nail Bolas with a dropkick! Bolas looks out of it as the champ drags him to the middle of the ring and drops for the first pin attempt of this match!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-- NO!
Gravedigger: Bolas shoots that shoulder up just in time! Back to a vertical base with an assist from the champ! And... no, wait! Standing moonsault from Bolas! Teddy Sol is down! This fight has been almost all Sol so far, but now De Arana appears to be waking up! He locks in a half chickenwing, nailing Teddy with forearm after forearm to the face! Payback is a bitch!
Jimmy Garcia: It sure is, Gravedigger. But Teddy is fighting back, and this Baltimore crowd is solidly behind the champ! Teddy straining for the ropes, trying to force a release. What you're hearing in the background isn't thunder -- that's the audience stomping, clapping, trying to encourage their hero. Just a little further.... can he reach...? YES! Teddy Sol grabs the bottom rope and Bolas has no choice but to let go!
Gravedigger: And in a display of sportsmanship, Bolas actually gives Teddy a few seconds to catch his breath. That's a mistake, if you ask me. Guy like Sol is quick and resilient, you want to put him away as fast as you can.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas must've heard you, Gravedigger, because he's right back on the attack! He lifts Teddy up in what looks like a suplex... and drops the champ belly-first right across the ropes! De Arana follows up with a traditional belly-to-belly that leaves Sol dazed on the canvas! Bolas hits the ropes, comes back to land a butt drop, and ... is he -- actually teabagging the champ?
Gravedigger: He most certainly is, Jimmy! Bolas calls that one "Two Eggs, Over Easy" and you can see why! Here's the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Jimmy Garcia: And Teddy kicks out with authority! He shoves Bolas away and leaps right back to his feet!
Gravedigger: But Bolas is fast! He grabs Teddy's wrist and Irish whips him toward the ropes, and Sol goes with it! He cartwheels across the ring, rebounds off the ropes -- I swear to God, he just flashed a peace sign at the audience -- and nails the challenger with a devastating lariat!
Jimmy Garcia: Teddy lifts his hands up, beckoning to the audience, and they shower him with cheers as he climbs out to the ring apron! He takes just a moment to limber up, and then signals his intentions to the crowd! He points to himself, then to Bolas. HERE IT COMES! HABANERO HIGH DIVE! Teddy Sol slingshots himself to the top rope, leaps off, and lands a splash right on top of the challenger! There's the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
Gravedigger: It's over! Teddy Sol has done it!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner, and STILL UCI Television Champion.... Mr. Sunshine, TEDDY SOL!!!!!
Teddy accepts his belt from the official and raises it high to an enormous pop from the audience. Then, as his music plays, he walks over to Bolas and offers his hand. Bolas looks at it for a moment, then grasps Teddy's hand and gives it a heartfelt shake before pulling him into a quick bro hug.
Jimmy Garcia: Nothing but respect between these two tonight!
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.
Gravedigger: Our savior is here!
The GM circles the stage a bit, twirling a live mic in his right hand before raising it to his mouth to speak.
Jayson Price: Yeah yeah, I hate you all too.
The boos ring out even louder as Price cuts them off.
Jayson Price: SHUT UP!
*Booing intensify*
Jayson Price: I have fun stuff to say, so shut your mouths please.
The crowd reluctantly goes quiet after a few more seconds of boos.
Jayson Price: I’ll be real, I don’t care for a couple of midgets doing flippy dippy bullcrap like what we just saw here, but apparently the people do. Now, normally I’d say screw the people, but Teddy, you’ve had me thinking the past couple days.
The crowd pops a bit as they know exactly what Price is talking about.
Jayson Price: This business is about money to me. I brought UCI to an international level, because it made me money. Now, I’ve been presented with an idea that will bring in new talent and a fresh sort of excitement to UCI. I’m talking about the TV division!
The crowd pops loud as Price’s greedy ways have brought him very temporary face-like fanfare.
Jayson Price: Starting next month, the Television Championship will be better than ever as the highlight of an entire division based on fast paced, exciting action! Teddy, Bolas, you two will be the first members of the TV division! Good luck, gents.
Teddy and Bolas grin in the ring as Price drops the mic before heading towards the back.
Jimmy Garcia: We’ve got ourselves a full fledged television division, Digger!
Gravedigger: I will admit, I like the way that rolls off the tongue.
Jimmy Garcia: January just got a whole lot more interesting! |
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