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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:14:08 GMT -6
Introduction
The Barclay Center is sold out with over 18,000 fans filling every seat in Brooklyn, New York. With the greatest championship matches, contenderships and even grudge matches booked on one massive PPV to close the year out, who wouldn’t attend possibly the greatest wrestling promotion giving out a six star card? The cameras cut to Jimmy Garcia and Gravedigger sat behind the announce table to really call the action.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to UCI Presents: Black Mass! Tonight we are live in the famous Barclay Center where we have sold out over 18,000 fans for a hellacious PPV card we never thought coming! Tonight in the main event, Celeste Mallory will defend the UCI World Heavyweight Championship against Andre Holmes, Alex Richards and Kevin Bishop!
Gravedigger: Not to mention we have the UCI Rising Stars Championship Battle Royal, Teo Del Sol defending his Television Championship against Bolas de Arena, and Bonnie Blue getting her rematch against Stevie Corah in a Street Fight.
Jimmy Garcia: But if New Years has any surprises, UCI has fully announced the new Television Division for 2017 and you’re getting an official preview tonight with Andre Jenson taking on Kuno Kenji. Lets start the PPV with our famous UCI Rising Stars Championship Battle Royale! |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:19:09 GMT -6
UCI Rising Stars Championship Abigail Lindsey © vs Mikey Carson vs Casey Holliday vs Dion Nercurat vs Sebastain Reid
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fall and is for the UCI Rising Stars Championship!
With there being a small amount of silence with the fans waiting for the next bit of action. The very opening to what sounded very similar to a video game could be heard filling the arena’s speakers. Seconds later “Game Over” by Lil Flip blasted through the arena’s speakers causing the crowd to erupt with cheers. All eyes found themselves falling to the entrance set up. Only a couple of brief seconds had passed before the curtain was pushed aside leading to the man they called “The Next Generation” came out. Mikey Carson headed right to the middle of the entrance ramp with his ring jacket up over his head. Gripping a hold of it and yanking it down to view the crowd. The loud cheers were heard. A smile just crossed his lips with the man beginning to make his way down the ramp.
Jimmy Garcia: The fans have been raving about the debut of this man ever since the news broke that UCI and Mikey Carson were able to put pen to paper! They are very excited about this one and I feel the same exact way!
On the ramp the man managed to slap a couple of hands with the fans before reaching the ringside area. Walking up to the ring, he pulled himself up onto the apron before turning and starting to climb the top rope. Managing to make it to the top, he perched himself up there looking out at the thousands that were cheering for him. It was a situation that warmed his heart. In that being said Carson leaped from the top rope into the ring where he began to remove his ring jacket. At the same exact time the man’s theme music was starting to die out putting him in a position where he was about to engage in some in ring action.
Gravedigger: Welcome, participant number one, to clusterfuck madness!
The chorus of "Fashion" by Lady Gaga hits the PA system and Casey Holliday steps through the curtains, instantly drawing boos from the crowd. She scoffs at this and completely ignores them, as she starts to walk down the ramp, obviously confident in her self-proclaimed, prodigious abilities. She has a smirk on her face as she gets to the ring, obviously enjoying the hate she's getting from the fans. When she enters the ring, she finally acknowledges them with a 'hush' signal, which only serves to incite them to boo her louder. Casey has a laugh to herself at this, as she starts to focus on her match and the song fades.
Jimmy Garcia: Impressive debut from Casey last week as she took on Bad News Brawler. Can she carry that same magic over in this one?
Gravedigger: We’ll see about that one. Clusterfuck madness is not for the feint of heart!
"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: One of UCI’s brightest prospects joining the bunch now!
Gravedigger: Bit of a goofy bastard with his whole gladiator thing, but I do love me some slobberknockering giants!
I Made it by Kevin Rudolf hits as Sebastian Reid pops out on stage, playing to the crowd before making his walk down to the ring to join the others.
Jimmy Garcia: Sebastian Reid is in a very unique situation here, having the chance to become the first ever two time Rising Stars champion!
Reid slides under the bottom, taking to the last unoccupied corner as the four await the champion.
Gravedigger: Here comes the biggest rising star of all right now!
A loud purrrrrrrrrring engine can be heard from somewhere in the arena. The chorus of"Skylar Grey - Wreak Havoc begins the play. Suddenly, a motorcycle burst from backstage. It stops at the top of the ramp, the person driving the motorcycle briefly takes off her helmet, revealing herself to be Serenity. She places the helmet back on and drives down to the ringside area. She circles the ring twice. The bike comes to a halt. Serenity slides off, takes off her helmet. She hops on the apron apron, proving how flexible she is she lifts one leg off, then drops down in a full split. she slides under the bottom rope and then proceeds to lift her championship into the air before handing it off to the ref.
Jimmy Garcia: Always exciting stuff when we get to see what the new breed is made of!
Gravedigger: Ladies and gents, it’s finally clusterfuck time!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Annnd we are underway!
Abigail dips under the bottom rope as the other four look on confused. Casey attacks Sebastian Reid, driving him into the corner as Dion is met with an energetic kick to the leg from Mikey Carson.
Gravedigger: Dion with the massive clothesline to Carson!
Jimmy Garcia: Holliday running off the ropes now!
Gravedigger: Counter dropkick from Reid!
The crowd pops as Abigail smiles from the outside, Reid and Dion nodding at one another as they turn their full attention on the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: These two known their connection to Bishop’s Brotherhood and it seems they’ve decided on an alliance because of that connection!
The two roll under the rope, storming after the champion.
Gravedigger: Crossbody over the top from Holliday!
As Holliday leaps over the ropes, she is caught mid air by the other three.
Jimmy Garcia: MY GOD!
Gravedigger: Springboard senton from Mikey Carson!
Crowd: LET’S GO, MIKEY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Jimmy Garcia: Big move pulled off by who many would consider to be an underdog!
Gravedigger: That’s rookie drive right there. You MUST be willing to pull out things like that to show that you belong. This match is all about standing out and Mikey Carson is making an effort to do so!
Mikey is quick to his feet, rolling back into the ring and grabbing hold of the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Dion the first back to his feet and it looks like Mikey is ready to take the leap once again!
Gravedigger: Taking flight here!
As Mikey goes for a second springboard senton, he is caught on the way down by the gladiator.
Jimmy Garcia: Powerbomb position this does not look good for Mikey!
Gravedigger: DION LAUNCHING CARSON RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy Garcia: Spine first! Carson has gone limp after that one!
Gravedigger: Dion Necurat is a freak of nature! I don’t envy Mikey at all!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like the former champ wants to rejoin the fight!
Dion is whipped around by Sebastian Reid, but quickly catches on, launching the former champion into the ring steps.
Gravedigger: Sickening impact!
Dion looks towards the downed Holliday who is now reaching underneath the apron as Dion yanks her out and to her feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Kendo stick connecting across the midsection!
Gravedigger: Another big hit right to the face of Dion Necurat!
The impact of the hit causes Dion to drop like a sack of potatoes as Casey turns around to face the current champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the midsection from Abigal Lindsay!
Lindsay takes hold of the challenger, smacking her head against the ring apron before rolling throwing her back into the ring. Abigail quickly joins her downed foe, trying to capitalize on the numbers factor fading for the moment as she hooks the leg.
1!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Sebastian Reid back in the ring, looking to face off against the woman who took his first championship in UCI!
Jimmy Garcia: Abigail to her feet!
Gravedigger: Spear from Sebastian Reid!
Jimmy Garcia: Going for the cover!
1!
2!
NO!
Gravedigger: Carson in to break it up!
Reid is pulled to his feet by Carson, but is hit with a big shoulder to the gut.
Jimmy Garcia: Leaping kick to the head from Mikey Carson and the former champ is down!
Gravedigger: Cream of the Crop!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: No time to react to that nearfall for Mikey as Casey Holliday has taken to the top rope!
Gravedigger: Mikey might not wanna turn around!
Carson leaps towards the corner, but is met with some overhand strikes from Holliday. Carson counters back with punches of his own as he climbs the turnbuckle, hooking his arm under the chin for the superplex setup.
Jimmy Garcia: Holliday trying everything she can to avoid being slammed to the mat below!
Gravedigger: Big chop from Holliday and Carson is teetering.
Jimmy Garcia: Shoved to the mat!
Casey looks to steady herself once more, but is met by a recharged Dion Necurat.
Gravedigger: Dion getting ahold of the rope, that one knocking Casey down.
Jimmy Garcia: Dion lifts her onto his shoulders, just like Mikey earlier!
Dion lifts Casey up high before launching her as well.
Gravedigger: Turnbuckle powerbomb!
The crowd pops as Casey rolls out of the ring, trying to catch her breath.
Jimmy Garcia: Dropkick to the back of the knee from Lindsay!
Gravedigger: The champ back up now, running off those ropes!
Jimmy Garcia: Quick neckbreaker by the champ!
Abigail shows off a wicked grin as she catches sight of Carson on the hunt.
Gravedigger: Running crossbody from Carson.
Jimmy Garcia: The champ catches him, repositioning now!
Gravedigger: EAST OF EDEN!
Jimmy Garcia: There’s the finish!
1!
2!
NO!
Gravedigger: Sebastian Reid there to break up the count!
Jimmy Garcia: That would’ve likely been the end of this one if he wasn’t there!
Gravedigger: Reid whips the champ back to her feet!
Jimmy Garcia: MIDNIGHT PREMIERE!
1!
2!
Gravedigger: Low boot to the head from Dion Necurat!
Jimmy Garcia: That was point blank impact from Necurat!
Dion roars out in anticipation of his own attempt at the finish.
Gravedigger: He’s got Reid up!
Jimmy Garcia: PRAETORIAN DRIVER!
Before Dion can go for the pin, Holliday slides in to throw the big man head first into the corner, causing Dion to take a nasty collision with the post.
Gravedigger: Holliday scrambling for the cover on Reid!
Jimmy Garcia: She’s stolen Dion’s pin!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match and neeeewwww UCI Rising Stars champion, Casey Holliday!
Gravedigger: What an opener!
Jimmy Garcia: To top it all off, we have ourselves a new champ!
Casey is helped to her feet by the ref, smiling as she pushes the hair from her face and takes the gold from the official. She lifts it high before dropping down and rolling from the ring. She smiles and continues hoisting her prize as the cameras cut away from ringside. |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:20:28 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:23:35 GMT -6
Bolas de Arena vs Bad News Brawler
Gravedigger: We come back with Bad News Brawler already in the ring. I'll tell you, Jimmy, this man is a force of nature. He shows up, he gives as good as he gets, and he leaves it ALL on the mat! When you've been in the ring with Bad News, you know it. He's not looking for gold. He's not looking for fame. He's not even looking for wins. All he wants to do is put a serious beating on his opponents, and that's what he does week after week. And that's why he's one of my favorite wrestlers in this company. He's bold, he's brash, he's cocky -- and he backs it up one hundred percent!
Jimmy Garcia: High praise, indeed -- and it does not come lightly from you, 'Digger.
Gravedigger: Damn right, it doesn't.
Jimmy Garcia: But speaking of guys who leave it all on the mat....
"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.
Gravedigger: No, no, no... you don't cheer this man! You don't praise him! Alex Richards and I don't often see eye-to-eye, but he was right when he called Bolas de Arana lazy. The man's riding the crest of a hype wave that's going to come crashing to shore any minute -- hopefully tonight!
Jimmy Garcia: We'll just have to agree to disagree, Gravedigger. Personally, I like Bolas and his flashy in-ring style -- which will be on full display tonight! There's the bell! Brawler makes a grab for Bolas, who dodges easily out of the way! He shoots the ropes --
Gravedigger: And gets caught in midair! Bad News slams him to the mat and falls on top of Bolas for an early cover!
ONE . . .
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas kicks out with authority and leaps back to his feet! He goes for the ropes again and comes back with a forearm to the massive chest of Bad News Brawler. The Brawler doesn't look impressed!
Gravedigger: He sure as hell doesn't, Jimmy! Bad News grabs the much smaller Bolas and lifts him up... SIDEWALK SLAM! That does NOT feel good! Brawler hauls Bolas upright again -- and simply throws him HARD to the canvas! The official bending down to check on De Arana, but Brawler shoves the ref away!
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas de Arana is up to a vertical base now, but he looks a little dazed. Brawler cocks back a fist and swings a haymaker that nearly takes Bolas' head off! Bolas shaking off the cobwebs before he comes back with a strike of his own that seems to have very little effect on Bad News Brawler... The World's Favorite Jackass may be in real trouble here as these two men start trading strikes!
Gravedigger: This may be the dumbest thing I've ever seen Bolas do. No way he can stand up to -- what the hell?!
Jimmy Garcia: A European uppercut from De Arana rocks Brawler's world! That's the space he needed to create. Bolas backs up and takes a run, he jumps up -- double knee lift! He's got Bad News down on the mat! A cover -- but not even a one count as Brawler throws him off! Both men on their feet now, as Bolas de Arana takes a run at Bad News Brawler! Brawler with a monster lariat that puts Bolas flat on his back!
Gravedigger: Brawler laying the boots to De Arana, using the ropes for added leverage! He is absolutely without mercy! The official now threatening a disqualification -- he stops and gives Bolas a vicious punt to the head!
Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!!
Jimmy Garcia: And this Brooklyn audience is NOT happy about that! Bad News Brawler turns his back on the fallen Bolas, strutting around the ring like he's already won! The official checking on De Arana... He raises Bolas' hand -- and it drops! The official raises the hand again -- it falls a second time!
Gravedigger: Goodnight, sweet prince! You are DONE!
Jimmy Garcia: It's not looking good. The referee lifts Bolas de Arana's hand one more time... this may be over -- WAIT! YES! BOLAS DE ARANA IS STILL IN THIS MATCH!!!! WHAT HEART!! WHAT DETERMINATION!!
Gravedigger: What horseshit...
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas using the ropes to pull himself up as the roar of the crowd gets the Brawler's attention. He turns, sees De Arana standing, and charges straight at him! But Bolas drops down, still hanging onto the top rope, and sends Brawler to the outside! Bolas isn't about to give up his momentum now! He slingshots himself off the far ropes and somersaults over to land a picture-perfect plancha right onto Bad News Brawler! Both men crash into the steel barricades!
Gravedigger: This is a blatant disregard for the rules right here, and Bolas de Arana is really pushing his luck taking this fight to the outside.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas back on the apron now, measuring his opponent as Bad News Brawler gets back go his feet.... MISSILE DROPKICK off the apron! Brawler is down again! This fired-up crowd is on their feet!
Gravedigger: Look at the way he's pandering to these people! It's disgusting! That's not even a GOOD moonwalk! The King of Pop is turning over in his grave as we speak.
Jimmy Garcia: I never realized how bitchy you are when you don't get your way.
Gravedigger: ... the fuck did you say to me?
Jimmy Garcia: Who, me? I think you're hearing things. Anyway, back to the action outside the ring as Bolas de Arana is firmly in control here. He whips the much larger Bad News Brawler into the ringpost and now the official is urging the two men to get back in the ring.
One...
Two...
Gravedigger: Already at a two-count and Brawler has his hands on Bolas de Arana. He's looking for a facelock, but the luchador slips out of his grip and ducks behind, wrenching the arm of Bad News Brawler!
Three...
Four...
Jimmy Garcia: Brawler slams his back against the edge of the ring -- nearly squashing the World's Favorite Jackass! Bolas slips to the floor, and Brawler lifts him up to toss him between the ropes and back into the ring, breaking up the official's count with time to spare! Bolas is up fast and he grabs Bad News Brawler's wrist, looking for that Irish whip!
Gravedigger: Brawler resists and slings Bolas into the corner like a ragdoll instead! Here comes a massive corner splash!
Jimmy Garcia: HE MISSED! Bad News slams into the turnbuckles as Bolas dives out of the way! De Arana drops back several paces and takes a run at the dazed Brawler! Bolas uses Bad News like a stepladder to launch himself up ... and drop an elbow right on top of his opponent's head! Brawler stumbles out of the corner as Bolas nails a standing dropkick that sends Bad News to the canvas! Here's the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Gravedigger: Bad News Brawler kicks out! It's going to take more than that to keep the big man down!
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas is back in action the instant Brawler gets to a vertical base! HURRICANRANA! De Arana climbs the turnbuckles and follows up with a cannonball senton! This may be the opportunity he needs to put Bad News Brawler away for good!
Gravedigger: You can't count the Brawler out yet! He's standing again, and he looks pretty angry now. I almost feel sorry for Bolas -- almost.
Jimmy Garcia: Save your pity, 'Digger! Bolas doubles Bad News over with a kick to the gut! Front flip piledriver -- YOU'RE GONNA NEED A TOWEL! And so do I! THAT WAS AMAZEBALLS!!! Bolas de Arana hooks the leg, but the count is just a formality!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
DING--DING--DING!!!
Gravedigger: Damnit!
Jimmy Garcia: The World's Favorite Jackass, Bolas de Arana, closes out Twenty-Sixteen on a high note with a win here tonight at the Barlcays Center! He's making the most of his celebration, too!
"Smooth Criminal" hits the speakers, and Bolas poses like a big game hunter, with one foot on his fallen opponent, while the crowd takes pictures. After a moment, he climbs out of the ring and hops the barricade, stopping for selfies with various audience members as he makes his way to the back. |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:24:49 GMT -6
Official Preview of UCI Presents: Beyond Theme Song
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:27:48 GMT -6
Tag Team Match David Smith & Karlie Nash vs Mesterio Raine & Jared Black
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fall!
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: Yay! Lesbians!
Jimmy Garcia: You never fail to disgust me, friend..
Gravedigger: Of course, we’ve got a big match here. Karlie Nash isn’t a fan of tag matches, but you know she’s got to be looking to pick up some momentum here tonight as we look to close out 2016.
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".
Jimmy Garcia: Bodies are about to be broken tonight and it may be at the hands of this man right here!
Gravedigger: I do love me some David Smith. A straight to the point, brute bastard!
"The Nobodies (Against All Gods Remix)" by Marilyn Manson begins to play over the system as the lights begin to dim. As the song kicks in strobe lights begin to pulsate in time to the song. As it hits the climax, Jared Black and Mesterio Raine step out from behind the curtain with sadistic smiles on their face. They slowly walk down to the ring and slide in underneath the bottom rope. The two men stand up and look out at the crowd as "The Nobodies" fades away.
Jimmy Garcia: A lot of questions surrounding these two newcomers!
Gravedigger: Well, they come with a reputation and they give off a certain type of presence that’s hard to match.
Jimmy Garcia: Question is, how will that factor into this one?
DING DING DING!!
Gravedigger: Black stepping in to start this one out as does Nash.
Karlie sneers at the opposition as Black smirks her way, the two circling each other methodically.
Jimmy Garcia: Locking up here, but Black is quick to get the first hit off with that knee to the gut!
Jared bounces off the ropes, raising a knee towards Karlie’s face.
Gravedigger: Running forearm to Jared Black!
Jimmy Garcia: Karlie going for the cover!
1!
KICKOUT!
Karlie lifts Jared to his feet, but is hit with an elbow to the gut as she is lifted onto his shoulders.
Gravedigger: Black has her up in fireman’s carry position.
Jimmy Garcia: Nash managing to grab the ropes, dragging the weight toward her corner!
Black turns his body a bit, getting himself out from underneath Nash, causing her to land face first on the top rope.
Gravedigger: That one wobbled her a bit.
Jimmy Garcia: Rollup from behind by Black!
1!
KICKOUT!
Black gets to his feet, moving to the corner and making the tag to Raine.
Gravedigger: Raine pulling Karlie up here!
Jimmy Garcia: Knee to the gut from Karlie!
Gravedigger: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: That one appears to have shaken Raine a bit!
Gravedigger: Karlie pulling Raine back up now, tag made to Smith.
Jimmy Garcia: Black grabbing the ref’s attention right after the tag though!
The ref turns around, yelling at Black to stay in his corner as Mesterio pulls a knee up into Smith’s face.
Gravedigger: Black smiling on the apron as that one connects.
Jimmy Garcia: Smith quickly shaking it off though, he’s got Raine up!
Gravedigger: GOLIATH DESTROYER!
A limp Mesterio rolls out of the ring, flopping to the outside as the move hits.
Jimmy Garcia: Mesterio does not appear okay after that one!
1!
2!
Gravedigger: Ref counting away, but I’m not sure Raine is okay.
3!
Black hops off the apron, checking on his teammate as Smith and Nash look confused in the ring.
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10!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winners of this match as a result of a countout, Karlie Nash and David Smith!
The ref holds up an “X” signal as medics rush to ringside, Raine still not moving.
Jimmy Garcia: A bright debut has just ended as it appears we have an injury on our hands..
Gravedigger: Yeah, this one’s not looking good.
The feed cuts away as Black looks on in frustration and the medics tend to the injured Raine. |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:29:01 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:32:56 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Ladder Match Teo Del Sol © vs El Trébol Jr
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a Ladder Match and will be for the UCI Television Championship. Introducing first, the challenger . . .
The slow intro to "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" by Dropkick Murphys begins to play over the PA system as the anticipation is built until those very words are spoken. Green and Black pyros fire off up and down the stage as El Trébol Jr bursts out from the back into the ramp. As the music intensifies, the mini luchador practically runs down the ramp before leaping into a slide under the bottom rope. Rolling forward to his feet, Trébol clambers onto the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his little arms high into the air, rocking out to the song for a few moments before it finally dies away. Then, dropping to the mat, he moves over into his corner to await the start of the match.
Taylor Lorde: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds . . . he is El Trébol JUNIOR!
Jimmy Garcia: The little luchador had a strong debut showing against Dion Necraut last week, but I think its safe to say he faces an even greater challenge, and I’m not even talking about Teo.
Gravedigger: Tell it straight, Jimmy; this guy won’t be able to reach the title belt once he’s on top of the ladder. Hell, I’d be surprised if he can even put the big ladders in position. They’re heavy and cumbersome and not designed for men like him to use.
Jimmy Garcia: All valid points. It’ll be interesting to see how El Trébol copes with these disadvantages.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, your Television Champion . . .
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 and Television title strapped around his waist! 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: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and eighty six pounds . . . he is Teo del 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: It’s a strange to see Teo with the size advantage in this match. But with the creation of the Television Division, this is the sight we’re going to be used to.
Gravedigger: But the question remains: who is going to be the head of this division as champion as we draw nearer to 2017. My money is on the guy who can actually ride the adult rides at amusement parks.
Teo hands off the Television title to the referee, who holds it in the air, before attaching it to the hook that was lowered from the ceiling. The hook retracts as Teo and El Trébol step forward to the ring to get a discussion on rules from Zebra Stripes. Satisfied by the two competitors, the referee steps back and calls for the bell to start the match
DING DING DING
Teo moves first, holding his hand out for a handshake from El Trébol, who obliges him immediately to a pop from the crowd for their sportsmanship. The two men release each other and begin to circle one another, setting the quick pace that had been expected of the two luchadors. Teo suddenly lunges forward, using his reach advantage to put the little man in a side headlock. El Trébol wiggles free and shoots the ropes, rebounding at Teo with an impressive speed. The champ leap frogs El Trébol, who shoots the ropes on the opposite side. The sequences continues as Teo flops to the mat, trying to trip the green bean up, but Trébol hops over his body and hits the ropes again. Teo is up and bent double, back drop in mind, but with a leap the challenger dives head first over Teo’s body into a handstand. Teo rises quickly and tries to pick Trébol up, but the little luchador wraps his legs around Teo’s head and, with a shift of his body weight, flips Teo onto his mat. El Trébol kips to his feet and holds a green fist in the air.
Jimmy Garcia: Quite the show of athleticism for the two men as El Trébol takes the early advantage.
El Trébol tries to capitalize on his downed opponent, but he runs into a flipping arm drag from Teo, who finds his feet in a flash. Both men pop up, and Teo is there again to throw El Trébol to the mat with a second armdrag. This time, he holds onto the green bean’s arm with an armbar on the prone man. El Trébol, with a display of technical efficiency, rolls backwards through the hold, wrapping his legs around Teo’s neck and wrenches him to the mat. The two end up with El Trébol in a seated position with the champ on his stomach, head between the green bean’s thighs and his arm held extended in an armbar. El Trébol’s grip was weak, though, and Teo wrenches his arm away before throwing himself into a handstand of his own with his head still trapped. With a heave, Teo pushes up and out of the scissors hold, flipping back to land of his feet before leaping up to strike El Trébol with a low dropkick that sends him back first to the mat. It was Teo’s turn to kip to his feet, fist held high, as the crowd applaud the champ.
Jimmy Garcia: Like feathers, GD! They’re like air in that ring.
Gravedigger: And if someone like me was in that ring, they’d be flying around like ragdolls. Get out of here with that flippity nonsense.
El Trébol finds his feet via the ring ropes, watching the champ turn to face him. When Teo charges forward, the little green bean sidesteps, allowing Teo to dive through the ropes to the outside. The champ lands on his feet and turns to see El Trébol shooting the ropes and rebounding back with a suicide dive through the bottom and middle ropes. The two men collide and Teo stumbles back into the barricade, but with the little luchador in his hands! Shifting his grip on Trébol—the luchador looked like a green backpack on the champ’s chest—Teo charges forward and slams the green bean into the ring post.
Gravedigger: Now that’s more like it. Hit him again!
Jimmy Garcia: We see the first real capitalization on the size difference.
Teo tosses El Trébol aside as he moves over to grab one of the ladders at ringside. El Trébol finds his feet, but Teo rams the top of the ladder into the little guy’s head, sending him back with a heavy thud onto the concrete. Leaving his opponent on the outside, Teo pushes the ladder into the ring and dives into it himself to set the ladder up below the title belt.
Gravedigger: Hey, don’t leave him! Hit him with the ladder a few more times.
Jimmy Garcia: Teo isn’t like one of your thugs, GD. He used the ladder against El Trébol because that comes with the expectation of a ladder match. He’s not the kind to show malice like that against the opponent, which I think is worth appreciating.
Gravedigger: I think its boring.
Gravedigger did make one good point: Teo del Sol probably should have hit El Trébol a few more times, because by the time Teo had the ladder set completely up, the little green bean had recovered and was in the ring. Diving forward with a chop block, El Trébol sends Teo to one knee. Then, putting his hand behind Teo’s head, the little luchador slams the champ’s face against the rung of the ladder.
El Trébol jumps onto the ladder and tries to scale to the top, but the still groggy Teo del Sol grabs him from behind by his suit. Slamming a forearm across El Trébol’s back to stun him, Teo then puts his head through the challenger’s legs and yanks him off the ladder in the powerbomb position. He takes a step away from the ladder, giving Trébol the time to shift his weight into a hurricanrana. Teo flies forward face first into the middle turnbuckle of the corner, falling into a seated position in the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: El Trébol has an unimpeded path to the top of the ladder, but it looks like has something different in mind.
With a head full of steam, El Trébol shoots the ropes adjacent to the corner Teo del Sol was sitting in, rebounding back and flying into the corner with a dropkick across the jaw of the champ (known as the Boca Llena). Somersaulting backwards, El Trébol dives onto the ladder, looking to steal the win away from his fellow luchador. Teo del Sol wasn’t going to be put down from a dropkick, though, and explodes out of the corner. Grabbing El Trébol from behind again, he does nothing more than throw the little guy off the ladder and into the corner, scaling the rungs himself.
Trébol was up quickly, though, and scales up the same side of the ladder that Teo was on. The green bean moved faster than the champ and crawled onto Teo’s back, locking in a sleeper hold to try and choke him out. With quick thinking, Teo grabs El Trébol around the head and then jumps off the ladder, landing in a seated position and driving Trébol’s head into his shoulder.
Jimmy Garcia: Backpack Stunner from the middle rung of the ladder by the champ.
Gravedigger: Stone cold, hombre, stone cold.
El Trébol rolls onto his back, clutching at his head, while Teo del Sol begins to climb the ladder again. He reaches the top, hand outstretched for the title belt before he hesitates, looking around at the crowd. Then he looks down at his opponent lying in the perfect position. And then the crowd pops wildly as Teo rises to his full height on the ladder.
Jimmy Garcia: El Trébol had some strong words this week about the champ being the face of lucha libre and the television division here at UCI. Consider this Teo del Sol’s response.
Gravedigger: Squash him like a bug!
Amidst hundreds of bulbs flashing around the Barclay’s Center, Teo del Sol leaps off the top of the ladder with a moonsault . . . and crashes to the mat as El Trébol rolls out of the ring out of harm’s way. Teo clutches at his chest and stomach while the little green bean digs underneath the ring for something.
Jimmy Garcia: I wonder what El Trébol is looking for.
Gravedigger: Just stop and think for a moment, Jimmy, and it’ll come to you.
With a triumphant yell, El Trébol extracts a foldable step-ladder from underneath the ring, holding it in the air with a grin behind the mask. Sliding it into the ring, he lays the ladder down on the mat beside Teo before grabbing the champ in a front facelock.
Jimmy Garcia: DDT on the challenger’s mind.
But Teo wiggles free! Teo, still clutching his stomach, nails El Trébol with the Habanero Hurricane before collapsing to a seated position beside the downed challenger. The fans start to chant “Teo, Teo,” and with a wince, the luchador pushes himself to his feet. Rolling El Trébol on top of the step ladder, the champ steps through the apron, calling for the fans to get to their feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Teo del Sol wants to share this moment with the fans. He doesn’t just want to be the Television champion; he wants to be the People’s champion as well.
Gravedigger: Truth be told, he needs to stop pandering to the crowd and finish the match.
Grabbing onto the ring ropes, Teo del Sol springboards onto the top turnbuckle and looks down to see El Trébol rise to his feet. The two stare at one another for the briefest of moments before the challenger charges forward and the champ leaps over top of him. Teo lands on his feet and turns just in time to see a flash of green as El Trébol dives off the top rope with a moonsault, landing on the champ’s shoulders. Flinging himself backwards, Trébol spikes Teo’s head on the step ladder with the reverse frankensteiner.
Jimmy Garcia: Al Ver Verde! Is this enough for El Trébol to win this match?
The ladder hadn’t even shifted from the impact. With a quick transition, El Trébol began climbing the ladder as Teo del Sol stirred on the mat.
Gravedigger: Holy hell..can the midget do it?
With Teo not responding, Trebol gingerly manages his way up the ladder.
Jimmy Garcia: I think we might be looking at a new champ!
Trebol takes a moment to catch his breath, looking down at the champ before reaching up at the gold.
DING DING DING!!
Gravedigger: I'll give them credit, hell of a contest.
Jimmy Garcia: We've got a new TV champ, Digger, show some excitement!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner and neeewwww UCI Television Champion, El Trebol Jr!
Trebol continues to breathe heavily, lifting the belt in the air from atop the ladder as the camera cuts away with the crowd chanting the new champion's name. |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:33:48 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:36:12 GMT -6
Winner receives future UCI title shot of their choice (World Title and Rising Stars excluded) Triple Threat Match Demarcus Jordan vs Jack Schlongson vs PerZag
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall with the winner receiving a future UCI title opportunity!
The arena is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his own important as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd.
Jack slides in under the bottom rope, posing sensually as he lays on his side for a moment before he leaps up onto his feet, winks, and blows a kiss to the hard camera position before moving over to his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: A former champion in this company and perhaps, we could see Jack Schlongson on his way to becoming one again!
Gravedigger: I hope Trump deports him.
The start of 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor plays as the lights go off. After a brief moment, a spotlight shines next to the ring, where a man wearing a black hoodie stands, waiting. He grabs at the hood that is covering his head, and slowly drags it off, revealing his shoulder length blonde hair. He stretches his neck from side to side before unzipping the hoodie, and taking it off. He drops it on the ground behind him and stares into the ring. He walks slowly towards the ring apron where a microphone is placed, and he picks it up off of the apron. He climbs onto the apron, and turns around staring down the entrance ramp.
PerZag: My name is PerZag, and I am 'The Worthiest of All'.
He leans back against the ropes and puts both his arms out to the side, extended as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. He turns around, and steps into the ring, through the ropes. He walks over to one of the corners of the ring, and leans against it waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s a man who looks to be absolutely recharged on the road to redemption!
Gravedigger: This is a big chance and he’s not looking to blow it.
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, talking shit to the fans and whatnot. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
Jimmy Garcia: Demarcus Jordan brings a nasty new mindset to this match, a true reinvention of what he was known to be before UCI!
Gravedigger: Three solid talents in this one and the reward is huge!
The three shoot looks back and forth as the ref gets into position to kick the match off.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson right after PerZag!
Gravedigger: Clubbing forearm to the back of the neck, that one dropping PerZag.
Demarcus slides towards Schlongson now, taking him out down low.
Jimmy Garcia: Chop block by Demarcus!
Before Demarcus can get up, PerZag is on top of him with a leaping double axe handle to the downed opponent.
Gravedigger: Quick cover by PerZag.
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KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson bringing PerZag to his feet, but PerZag calculates that one!
Gravedigger: WORTHIEST MOVE OF ALL OUT OF NOWHERE!
Jimmy Garcia: Big move early on, PerZag pulling a major one out there!
PerZag takes a minute to catch his breath, getting to a knee as he’s caught from behind by Demarcus.
Gravedigger: Low blow from Jordan!
PerZag shuts down, rolling out of the way as Demarcus hooks Jack’s leg.
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3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Demarcus Jordan!
Jimmy Garcia: Wow..
Gravedigger: Crafty move by PerZag to pull out the early big move, but an even craftier move by Demarcus to take advantage with the low blow!
Jimmy Garcia: Demarcus Jordan will head into the new year with a title opportunity coming up! |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:37:19 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:44:12 GMT -6
Television Division Preview Andre Jenson vs Kuno Kenji
DING DING DING
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is the UCI TV Division preview match and is scheduled for One fall!
Jimmy Garcia: I can't wait for this one, Digger! The TV division is coming!
Gravedigger: I for one can't wait!
Jimmy Garcia: Seriously?
Gravedigger: Yeah, by putting them in their own full division, we might get a spin off program and I don't have to commentate on it!
Jimmy Garcia: Ever the optimist, ladies and gentlemen. This match is between two competitors who may well be next in line for Teddy's title. And it's quickly turning into a bit of a grudge match.
Gravedigger: You can say that again!
Jimmy Garcia: It's quickly turning into a bit of a grudge match.
Gravedigger: I didn't... never mind.
A deep voice booms from the PA system "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. 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 then looks at them, scowls and shakes his head, going to the backstage area, coming back with a beautiful white Bodeguero doggo in his arms.
Jenson puts his nose to the dog's who wags his tail and licked Jenson like a boss. Jenson then 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 gently places the dog in the ring, then shakes hands with each one of his party, 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 takes the dog's lead, then 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.
Jimmy Garcia: So Jenson has a dog with him? What's that about?
Gravedigger: Couldn't get a dogsitter apparently, when did this become bring your pets to work day?
Jimmy Garcia: No idea. I should have brought fluffles.
Gravedigger: Fluffles?
Jimmy Garcia: Yeah, Fluffles, my cat.
Gravedigger (sighing): How did I know you were a cat person?
Jimmy Garcia: Speaking of Cat people! Here he comes!
Gravedigger: What you did there, I saw it!
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, 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 walks down to the ring, his angry stare focussed on Jenson. Several men are holding up their Kuno Kenji body pillows on the front row as he does.
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 lights dim a little and the spotlights hit the two men in the middle of the ring. A couple of lights from above imprinta couple of tvs into each man's respective corner. With the logos of some respectable tv companies.
From the Netflix corner, he weighs in at 15.75 Kweps and he hails from Kem, here is the bane of Undersund, the King of Kem, Annnnnnddddddddreeeeeeeeeee Jenssssssssssonnnnnnnnnnn
The crowd give a bit of a mixed reaction, apparently we have some cat lovers in.
Max, the dog that Jenson brought with him though, barks, adding his praise to the noise. And, standing next to Jenson growls at Kuno, who keeps an eye on him warily. Jenson taps on Taylor Lorde's shoulder and whispers something to her.
Taylor Lorde: Also, introducing Andre Jenson's faithful and loyal companion, weighing in at 2.6 Kweps, here is the Lord of all Canines and the scourge of kittens MAXIMUS BARKUS!
More people cheer this than they did with Jenson. We have a few dog lovers in there. Max, on hearing his name bounces around for a bit and jumps up to lick Andre's face again.
Jimmy Garcia: The dog got an introduction then?
Gravedigger: Of course! Why wouldn't you introduce a majestic animal such as he. What a handsome bastard he is!
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, from the Crunchy Roll corner, he weighs in at 107 pounds and he lives at Senpai's apartment, here is the Kawaii house cat, Kunnooooooooo Kennnnjiiiiiiiiiii.
The crowd is a little more vocal with Kuno, a little more cheery. He puts both hands to his mouth and then waves to the crowd, seemingly overwhelmed with the applause.
Gravedigger: He's one odd cat, that guy.
Jimmy Garcia: Hah! I see what YOU did there! Classic.
Jenson leads Max out of the ring and hands the lead to the druid, who nods, as if to assure AJ that he'll be fine. Max wags his tail and does a little merry bark. AJ smiles and gets back into the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: So we're all ready to go here folks.
DING DING DING!
The lighting goes back to normal as Kuno and Jenson circle the ring, staring at each other before they lock up. Jenson quickly overpowers the much smaller man and pushes him into the corner before the referee breaks them up. He lets go immediately and backs up with his hands up.
Kuno wipes his face with his hand and comes back for another tie up, this time Jenson overpoweres him and throws him across the ring to the other corner.
Jimmy Garcia: The slight Kuno is never going to be able to overpower Jenson, he needs to change his gameplan.
Gravedigger: What? Like that?
Kuno goes for the tie up again, but uses his speed to duck under the attempt from AJ, quickly dodging to behind him, he then gives Jenson a flying facebuster, sending him to the mat. Quickly he jumps on top of him and starts to slap and claw him on the back, the referee is counting.
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Kuno eventually lets up and breaks, allowing Jenson to stand. Jenson rolls a dice, then smiles. Kuno rolls his eyes. Jenson irish whips Kuno to the ropes, Kuno ducks underneath his leapfrog, rebounds off the rope and
WHACK
Runs face first into a spinning heel kick. Jenson is on him now, hitting him in the face with elbows and knees as Kuno tries to defend himself, eventually AJ lets up and grabs Kuno, bringing him to his feet and whipping him into the corner. Jenson rolls another dice and goes speeding into the corner to meet him with a massive clothesline!
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson taking the match to Kuno here, Kuno seems rattled!
Sure enough, Kuno seems a little dazed. He falls out of the ring and starts staggering towards Jenson's party. As soon as he gets too close Max starts growling at him and bearing his teeth, this wakes Kuno up and he quickly backs up, being wary of him, he doesn't watch where he's going though and backs up into Jenson. He spins round and, quick as a flash plants Jenson with a hard right to the face, stunning him.
Jimmy Garcia: QUICK AS A CAT, JENSON DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO REACT!
Following this, he slapped him again, before kicking him to the gut and rolling him back in the ring. He stands on the apron, motioning for Jenson to get up, Jenson starts getting to his feet, but again, as quickly as lightning, Kuno springs to the middle of the top rope from the apron and then flies across the ring, smashing Jenson in the face with a flying forearm.
He goes for the pin
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Jenson kicks out!
Jimmy Garcia: This match has turned quickly, Kuno has the upper hand!
Kuno now runs to the ropes, and leg drops Jenson, not once, not twice, but three times. He then runs to the ropes that Jenson's head is facing and rebounds, Jenson sitting up just in time for Kuno to jump over him and flip in mid air, delivering a dropkick to his face.
Jimmy Garcia: SOME INNOVATIVE OFFENCE THERE!
Gravedigger: Meh, not bad for a cat.
Jimmy Garcia: He's trying to soften him up now, look!
Gravedigger: Are you sure? It looks like he's just having a seizure or something!
Kuno has Jenson in a surfboard stretch, while on his back, however, he's not actually holding Jenson like the traditional surfboard, he's flailing and punching him with his legs and fists on his back, snarling and hissing as he does.
Gravedigger: Isn't that what cats do when they attack something like your hand?
Jimmy Garcia: Yup, Mr Fluffles does it all the time.
Gravedigger: I don't know what to call that move!
Jimmy Garcia: The cat attack?
Gravedigger: How about Mr Fluffles has a fit?
The referee doesn't know if this move is legal, so starts counting, just to make sure.
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Kuno let's Jenson go almost as soon as the referee starts counting, pushing him to the side and springing up to his feet, stretching as he does so. He starts to preen himself in the ring as Jenson crawls over towards where his party are congregated, keeping vigilant watch over him.
Kuno attempts to move to Jenson to stop Jenson getting help, the referee stops him, and the two exchange a couple of words. Kuno rolls out of the ring on the other side as the ref will not let him pass. He tries to go the long way round to make sure no interference happens.
Max is let go by the Druid who immediately makes a beeling for Kuno, chasing him back towards the announcers table. He backs him into a corner, growling at him as Kuno tries to make himself look big.
Meanwhile, Jenson has been given a small vial of something by one of his party, he unstoppers it and chugs the contents, then rolls his dice.
Max is called back by the druid, and he bounds back to the druid, leaving Kuno standing on the announcers table, warily watching the dog run back. Satisfied the dog is back and won't come after him again, he quickly realises the referee is counting him out and jumps off the table and slides back into the ring.
He goes to Jenson, who is still lying on the floor, face down and tries to pick him up, Jenson turns round as he gets to him, quickly sits up and and pulls Kuno down neck first onto the middle rope, he then quickly gets up, throws Kuno out of the ring and, checking twice, rebounds from the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Jenson hit Kuno with the move perfectly, taking him out on the outside. They both lie there for a moment, before Jenson pops back up.
Jimmy Garcia: IT SEEMS HE HAD HIS REVIVAL POTION NOW!
Jenson then whips Kuno into the steps with force, causing a massive CRASH sound and takes a few moments to give Max a bit of a stroke on the head.
Gravedigger: This is why dogs are better than cats Jimmy, A cat would have leapt at Jenson's face there and tried to bite it off!
Jimmy Garcia: My Mr Fluffles doesn't do that!
Gravedigger: Oh! Well, you must be naturally ugly then, unlucky.
Jenson rolls back into the ring and out again to break the referee's count. He then goes out to Kuno. He picks him up.
Jimmy Garcia: SNAKE EYES TO THE BARRIER! THAT'S GOTTA HURT!
The referee at this point is shouting at AJ with his body through the ropes, telling him it should be in the ring. The crowd are not enjoying this.
Jenson rolls the dice again, then throws Kuno back into the ring. He clumbs to the turnbuckles to the top rope. He smiles and picks up a beanbag. He throws it at Kuno from the top rope and shouts “LIGHTNING BOLT” hitting him on the chest with it, before following with a body splash.
Gravedigger: That......What?
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Jenson gets up to his knees and has a wry smile across his face. He goes to the Netflix corner, checks his roll and gets ready. Kuno is trying to get up....
Jimmy Garcia: CRITICAL H..........NO!
Kuno uses his cat like reflexes to avoid the Critical hit and Jenson lands on his back in the middle of the ring, Kuno quickly jumps to the top rope.
Gravedigger: IT HAS TO BE OVER!
Jimmy Garcia: THAT WAS A BEAUTIFUL YARN BALL V2!
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Jimmy Garcia: AND NO, THIS MATCH CONTINUES, THANKS TO THAT DAMN DOG!
Gravedigger: Good boy Max! That's how to help your master! Mr Fluffles wouldn't do that! Mr Fluffles would help Kuno's sorry ass if it was you and then eat you afterwards!
Max was in the ring, he jumped in and grabbed the boot of Kuno, pulling him off Jenson. He again, stands inbetween Kuno and Jenson, growling.
Gravedigger: Best thing is, You can't disqualify him for a dog interfering!
Jimmy Garcia: What rule is this?
Gravedigger: Dog rule!
Jimmy Garcia: I think the referee should check.
Sure enough the referee at this point is wondering what to do, I mean it isn't really in the rulebook what to do if a dog interferes in the match, the rulebook mentions other wrestlers and stuff but dogs?
Jimmy Garcia: Someone call animal control! Stop this!
Gravedigger: I think these guys are going to sort it out!
The rest of Otakuul suddenly hit the ringside area, coming from all sides of the crowd. They look into the ring and all stare at Max
Gravedigger: What are they doing?
Jimmy Garcia: I don't know, they seem to have bags.
Gravedigger: Bags of what?
Otakuul were calling Max, who looked at them suspiciously, before wagging his tail. They were waving the bags at him.
Jimmy Garcia: Dog biscuits it looks like
Gravedigger: THE BASTARDS! DON'T DO IT MAX!
Max, surely enough starts to edge toward them, sniffing the air for the biscuits. He eventually pops off the apron and starts to eat from the hands of the Hentai Prince.
Gravedigger: EW MAX! YOU KNOW WHERE THAT HAND HAS BEEN!?
The D&D party have now seen this happen and are making their way over to Otakuul. Kuno is also looking at them suspiciously. He goes to the ropes where they are to ask what they are doing, just as the D&D party attack them with a pincer movement.
Gravedigger: It's all kicking off!
Jenson, meanwhile sneaks up behind Kuno with a roll up
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Jimmy Garcia: KUNO KICKS OUT! THE HENTAI PRINCE JUST WENT THROUGH A TABLE! THE DRUID IS NOW FIGHTING IN THE CROWD WITH THE BRAWLER! MAXIMUS BARKUS IS HELPING! THE REFEREE HAS LOST CONTROL OF THIS!
Kuno quickly gets up after the kickout and so does Jenson. They begin to run at each other before....
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD! KUNO KENJI JUST TRIED TO HIT JENSON WITH A FIREBALL AT THE SAME TIME AS JENSON TRIED TO HIT HIM WITH ANOTHER FIREBALL, THE TWO FIREBALLS HIT EACH OTHER IN MID AIR AND CAUSED AN EXPLOSION!
Gravedigger: HOW THE FUCK DO THEY HAVE FIREBALLS?!
Jimmy Garcia: Well, it's pretty simple, all you need is an alcohol soaked projectile, a fast hand and an ignition sou.....
Gravedigger: Such a nerd.
The resultant shockwave between the two fireballs send both men flying to the mat. Knocking them both out. The referee, who missed the whole sequence as he was busy trying to figure out what the fuck to do outside slides back into the ring, seeing them both lying on the ground.
He begins to count:
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The D&D party and Otakuul were now deep in the crowd, the Druid was busy trying to convince a fan that he was a wolf and to attack an Otakuul member, none of them have a clue what's happened in the ring.
8!!
Jimmy Garcia: It can't be!
9!!
Gravedigger: It doesn't look like either of them are moving!
10!!
The referee calls for the bell, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He slides out of the ring to speak to Taylor Lorde:
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen. The referee has declared this match a double knockout! There will be no refunds!
The D&D party and Otakuul ignore all this as they are busy fighting between themselves, going toward the concourse now. Medical personnel swarm the ringside area.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, in an unprecedented move
Gravedigger: Don't you mean Unpresidented?
Jimmy Garcia: No? Only if you're a retard.
Gravedigger: I.....
Gravedigger shuts up.
Jimmy Garcia: As I was saying, in an unprecedented move, the referee has called this a double knockout. The medical team are tending to both competitors in the ring at the moment, double fireball explosions are not trivial. We hope that the two competitors will make a full recovery.
Gravedigger: Well, this is the TV division folks. You're welcome! |
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Post by Results on Dec 20, 2016 0:51:39 GMT -6
Co-Main Event UCI Intercontinental Championship Street Fight Stevie Corah © vs Bonnie Blue
You could hardly put into words the description of the aura inside the Barclays Center as the heart pumping, adrenaline rushing, non-stop action of the United Championship Infinite’s Black Mass Pay-per-view continues with what could only be described as a true, honest-to-god Main Event Match-up in any other so-called, self-proclaimed antique and antiquated “hypothetical” rival organization three times over. The Arena slowly fades into darkness as the images of Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah appear split screen in between the words LONDON IS CALLING on the UCI JUMBOTRON.
The Crowd: UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!
You can cut the tension in the Barclays Center with a knife, as these two Superstar's images stare down each other on the UCI JUMBOTRON and slowly start coming together in a head-on collision like they were two runaway freight trains on the same railroad track. A loud crashing sound echoes throughout the darkened Arena at the force of the irresistible force of Bonnie Blue’s image and the immovable object of Stevie Corah’s image explode on the UCI JUMBOTRON showing highlights of their previous encounter at Civil War and ending with with Bonnie Blue landing her Sonic Screwdriver on Scooter McCool and the referee counting one, two, and before reaching three, and Stevie Corah stealing the Championship away from her by breaking up the pinfall by pulling on her blonde hair and throwing her out of the ring and covering Shooter McCool, himself, for the pinfall to becoming the new Intercontinental Champion.
The Crowd lets out a ringing endorsement for Stevie Corah: BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!. . . BULLSHIT!
The low dusky voice of God, not “The God”, but “A” God rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister reciting a benediction of sorts that echoes throughout the darkened Arena:
“With great anticipation and great expectation, the United Championship Infinite has gathered for the Black Mass to pray witness to The Daughter of Time and The Pure Brixton Brutality spreading their own brand of pain and misery for this sold-out Arena and for the viewing audience watching at home. Who can fault Bonnie Blue’s day of reckoning for redemption? Who can fault Stevie Corah’s discriminate wanton need for death and destruction? You can't help but get behind this, this Daughter of Time. You can't help but believe in what she hopes and dreams to accomplish. And yet this, this Pure Brixton Brutality all but stands in her way as an indelible mark on society in the hope and dream of leave this, this rebel corpse for those who follow as the constant reminder of blood stained streets. Let it be etched in stone, that the days of future past and the reality of the present have come together for what will no doubt be one of, if not, the Sabbath bloodiest Sabbath matches of the evening in this, this continuing saga of heated rivalry between the current Intercontinental Champion, "Pure Brixton Brutality" Stevie Corah, and the former longest reigning Intercontinental Champion, “The Daughter of Time” Bonnie Blue. Who will be unsuccessful in their victory? Who will be triumphant in their defeat? Who will rise up above all others to reclaim their place in history? And now, without further ado, let us go down to the middle of the squared-circle and ring announcer Taylor Lorde for the answers. . . Taylor?”
Taylor Lorde: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS THE CO, CO-MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!. . .
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Barclays Center.
The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Barclays Center stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and improved" returning wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Barclays Center and posing like fashion models on a catwalk.
Jimmy Garcia: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, “THE HANDSOME HALF-BREED” SHADOWLOVE HAS COME HOME!. . . “THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE”, THE WHOLE “F’N” SHOW, MR. UCI, OR WHATEVER EXPLETIVE THAT YOU WANT TO PUT IN FRONT OF HIS NAME HAS COME BACK TO THE UCI!. . .
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the Barclays Center.
Gravedigger: SCREW “THE HANDSOME HALF-BREED” SHADOWLOVE! SHE’S BACK! THE ORIENTAL GODDESS IS BACK! SHE’S COME BACK FOR GOOD OL’ GRAVEDIGGER! AND DAY-YUM, LOOK AT MS. MIYAMOTO STRUT!
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove stands in the middle of the stage, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd.
The Crowd: DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
The Crowd: DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!. . . DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against his body and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers and raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face, hiding her incandescent green eyes, with her middle finger.
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair showing off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "'The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of his name. ‘The Handsome Half-breed’ Shadowlove has come home!” shit-eating grin.
The Crowd: UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!
The Audience throughout the Barclays Center begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere as “The Dynamic Duo” make their way to the commentator table and join Jimmy Garcia and Gravedigger.
Ms. Miyamoto sees that there are only just the two chairs present, obviously the UCI was ill-prepared for such special guest stars as “The First Couple Of The UCI”, and focuses her attention on Gravedigger. She points a finger at the legendary color man, not that there is anything wrong with that, and gestures with her thumb for him to get up and get out and live to announce the Main Event later on tonight. Gravedigger stands, looks her up and down, and smiles and raised both hands up in a “I surrender, I surrender.” style gesture. She seductively waves, “Buh, Bye!” and Gravedigger leaves the commentators table on his own accord to “prep” for the Main Event.
Shadowlove takes Gravedigger’s spot and sits down next to Jimmy Garcia. He double raises both of his eyebrows in mock amazement as he holds up a two tickets for the UCI pay-per-view and places them down on the announce table in front of Jimmy Garcia. Jimmy Garcia looks at the ticket stubs, looks at Shadowlove, looks up at Ms. Miyamoto, and looks once again at the two ticket stubs and shakes his head, thinking, “Spencer Adams will hear about how ‘The Handsome Half-breed’ Shadowlove and ‘The Fashionista Sensei’ Ms. Miyamoto had to buy their own way into the Black Mass PPV down the road but for now, back to bus’ness.”
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place sitting on Shadowlove’s lap and crossing her magnificently honed and toned legs and once again starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand on guard, very protective, and ever so vigilant in attack formation behind Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto.
A panoramic bird's-eye view shows off the sold-out crowd of the Barclays Center and then focuses on Taylor Lorde in the center of the ring with a smile on her face. She’s wearing her signature blue dress and black high heel stilettoes. She purses her lips and blows Shadowlove a kiss and raises up her microphone mischievously smiling.
Taylor Lorde: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS THE CO-MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! AND WILL BE SANCTIONED BY THE NEW YORK STATE ATHLETIC COMMISSION AND THE UNITED CHAMPIONSHIP INFINITE! IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, PINFALLS AND SUBMISSIONS COUNTING ANYWHERE! AND WILL BE A LONDON STREET FIGHT FOR THE UCI INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!. . .
The Crowd: UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!
Taylor Lorde: INTRODUCING FiRST! YOUR CHALLENGER!. . .
“Doctor Who Meets Metal” by eRock starts echoing throughout the Barclays Center as smoke covers the stage to the opening riff of the song. Blue and white strobe lighting dances to the rhythm of the song lighting the arena in an array of lights making it look a lot like Christmas.
The Crowd starts a wave chant serenade, section by section, throughout the Barclays Center: WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!
Bonnie appears through the smoky haze, looking all business, wearing a plain white sleeveless top over a sports bra and sky blue capri-length pants with wide strips of white down the outside of either leg, and white mid-calf wrestling boots with blue laces. She soaks in the aura of the crowd for a moment and raises a taped fist high into the air.
Taylor Lorde: HAILING FROM THE PARTS UNKNOWN OF THE DAYS OF FUTURE PAST! STANDING IN TONIGHT AT FIVE FOOT, TEN INCHES, AND WEIGHING IN AT A FIGHTING WEIGHT OF ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE POUNDS! HERE IS ONE HALF OF THE CURRENT TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS AND THE FORMER LONGEST REIGNING INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, “THE DAUGHTER OF TIME” BONNIE BLUUUEEE!
The Crowd starts a wave chant serenade, section by section, throughout the Barclays Center: WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!
Bonnie starts sprinting down the aisle kinda like the Ultimate Warrior and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and climbs the second turnbuckle to pose down for the crowd with her arms outstretched at the elbows and taped fists closed. Her dazzling smiles on her sweet and innocent looking face slowly fades away as the Arena darkens. . .
“We Will Rock You” by Queen erupts throughout the darkened Barclays Center. A mixture Red, White, and Blue lighting representing The Union Jack, the national flag of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, illuminates the Arena as around 20 or so of The Queen’s Guards stand on stage clapping and stamping their feet to the rhythm of the music. As the song comes to an end and there’s a changing of the guard of sorts. . .
“Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols erupts throughout the Barclays Center and the current Intercontinental Champion Stevie Corah arrogantly appears on the stage stripped to the waist showing off his cross shaped scar on his chest with black knee high shorts and Nike white trainers with a black Nike logo on the side while holding a bottle of malty, sweet, full bodied, generally mellow and subdued brown ale in one hand and a microphone in the other hand. He pops the top off the bottle of brown ale and takes a swig to improve on his not so friendly disposition and smashes the bottle down on the stage in front of him. As he looks at the brown ale spreading out over the stage among the broken glass like blood and brain matter, he shouts into the microphone over the music:
:“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NO GOOD SELFISH LITTLE CUNTS BETTER RISE UP ON YOUR FEET AND HONOR YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL FUCKING CHAMPION! BECAUSE I'M STANDING IN AT AN EVER SO FUCKING IMPRESSIVE SYXX FOOT TWO, TWO-HUN’RED AND EIGHTY POUNDS AND HAILING FROM BRIXTON, THAT’S IN SOUTH LONDON, YOU FUCKING PRIGS! AND I'M THE “PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY” STEVIE CORAH! AND THE MAN THAT IS GOING TO KICK YOUR FAVORITE GODDAMN GUARDIAN BONNIE BLUE’S APPLE SHAPED ASS ALL OVER BROOKLYN!”
Stevie Corah “mic drops” the microphone and makes his way down the aisle towards the ring while giving an up-yours one finger salute to the jam packed crowd inside the Barclays Center.
The Crowd with a mixed blend of: KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!. . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY! . . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!
HOLY SHIT! Some of the crowd in the Barclays Center start going at it like an English Futbol Match as Stevie Corah climbs into the ring and starts “shadow” boxing, throwing a flurry of left and right combinations, towards Bonnie Blue's direction and throws the Intercontinental Championship belt at the Referee.
The Zebra officiating in the ring doesn't need to search Bonnie or Stevie for “illegal” weapons because everything is legal in London, errr, Brooklyn tonight and as he displays the Intercontinental Championship to crowd in the Barclays Center and for the viewing audience at home. The Referee hands the Intercontinental Championship belt off to Taylor Lorde and signals for the bell.
A London Bell tolls, DING!. . . DONG!. . . DING!. . . DONG!
Jimmy Garcia: And for whom will the bell toll for tonight? All sense of Marquis Of Queensbury decorum in this Intercontinental Championship Match has officially been thrown out the window here tonight. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: Kono shiai wa senshuken ni kansuru monode wa arimasen. Kono shiai wa pinfalls to teishutsu ni tsuitede wa arimasen. Kono intākonchinentaru senshuken taikai to sekai hebī-kyū senshuken taikai wa, Bonnie Blue, Celeste Mallory, Abigail Lindsay, United Championship Infinite de hijō ni sainō no aru ōku no josei no yōna josei no tame no kyūkyoku no shōmei-chidesu. Josei wa tan'naru keishiki nisuginai, Wrestling Championship Federation enmei to wa chigatte, medatanai medatsu shōfu no yō ni atsukawa re, karera wa jibun jishin o nanika ni byōsha shimasu, United Championship Infinite no josei-tachi wa, kono soshiki ga teikyō shinakereba naranai saizenwotsukusu koto ga dekiru dakedenaku, antīku to rōkyū-ka shita Wrestling Championship Federation ga teikyō shinakereba naranai, iwayuru jiko sengen sa reta besuto o hokorimasu.
Shadowlove: Jimmy, as my lovely Ms. Miyamoto just said, this match isn't about Championships. This match isn't about pinfalls and submissions. This Intercontinental Championship Match as well as the World Heavyweight Championship Match is the ultimate proving ground for women like Bonnie Blue, Celeste Mallory, Abigail Lindsay and the many countless of very talented women in the UCI. Unlike the WCF, where women are merely just a formality, being treated like the no-talent eye-candied whores that they portray themselves out to be and nothing more, the Women of UCI can stand up to the very best competition that this organization has to offer but they can also stand up to the so-called, self-proclaimed, best competition that the antique and antiquated WCF has to offer as well. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: Stevie Corah-san will learn firsthand that a woman like Bonnie Blue is no pushover like he makes her out to be. Unlike a couple of no-talent, talent-challenged on the rise nobodies like Sebastian Reid-san and PerZag-san that he faced as a tune-up for this London Street Fight and with her and Alex Richards-san being left for dead in the parking garage by whoever those three stooges were last Monday on Overload, Bonnie Blue will stand toe-to-toe with Corah-san and annihilate any thought, any action, and any disrespecting bone that he has in his entire body in this Intercontinental Championship Match. Stevie Corah-san’s cowardness has defined his thoughts and his actions in winning the Intercontinental Championship when Bonnie Blue answered back Corah-san’s cowardness with this, this London Street Fight Match to prove that not only does she, but women like Celeste Mallory, Abigail Lindsay and the many countless of very talented women in the United Championship Infinite can back up their essence of outer beauty with the essence of their inner beauty with ruthless aggression. Bonnie Blue will take back two things that Stevie Corah-san holds dear to him, his own livelihood and the one thing that really belongs to her, the Intercontinental Championship that Corah-san won by not pinning Bonnie Blue’s shoulders to the squared circle. . .
Shadowlove: Stereotypical of a cowardly Englishman, Jimmy, the Americans like my dear Bonnie Blue do all the dirty work while the Brits like Stevie Corah come in and take all the all glory. HOLY SHIT!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: SEINARU TAWAGOTO!. . .
Jimmy Garcia: HOLY SHIT! THIS LONDON STREET FIGHT IS ON! BONNIE BLUE AND STEVIE CORAH JUST FUCKING KILLED THE REFEREE!. . .
The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As the bell sounded, all the pleasantries and how do you dos come to an end as Bonnie and Stevie run towards each other with a full head of steam with hellfire and brimstone in their eyes. Ring announcer Taylor Lorde, seeing her life flash before her eyes, pushes the Referee by “accident” into the line of fire as her announcing ass bails out of dodge with her life and the Intercontinental Championship belt . The Referee is met by a SPEAR, GORE, GORE, GORE, or whatever the hell the UCI Fandom want to call it these days, by Stevie Corah in the middle of the his lower back and simultaneously by a RUNNING FLYING CLOTHESLINE by Bonnie Blue. The Referee flies ass over tea kettle into the air like one of those crash test dummy drama queens that you find on the roster of a very antique and antiquated second-rate organization before crash landing in the center of the ring. The Zebra’s left leg seems to be twitching, so he’s either, alive or dead, or most definitely, has become extinct? Who can tell? Bonnie looks down at the Referee then at Corah, bats her eyelashes and smiles. Corah looks down at the Referee then at Bonnie, plugs one of his nostrils and blows snot in her direction and smirks.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie and Stevie are circling each other along the inner outer perimeter of the ring barely grazing the ropes sizing each one another up like two predatory animals fighting over a piece of meat. The meat being the Referee. But who will ultimately be the predator and who will be the prey in this match?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: Garcia-san, that question, after all, remains to be seen. Stevie Corah-san has an incredible size advantage over Bonnie Blue, some one-hundred and thirty plus pound advantage, that he will use to try to dominate and overpower her brute force. But Bonnie Blue can use her incredible size disadvantage to her advantage by counter balancing that disadvantage with her speed and quickness by influencing and manipulating and frustrating Stevie Corah-san into making mistake after mistake in this match. . .
Shadowlove: Then again, as the age old theory goes in the sports entertainment business, once the Limey with the big hiney gets ahold of the daughter without a father, that's pretty much all she wrote. . .
Like two big horned sheep ramming their horns together, the sound of Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah locking in a COLLAR-AND-ELBOW TIE-UP over the Referee’s prone body in the center of the ring echoes throughout Barclays Center. Corah showing his power advantage ARM DRAG AND TWISTS Bonnie off the ropes. Bonnie bounces off the ropes and instinctively with her speed and quickness ducks under a Corah CLOTHESLINE and comes shooting off the ropes in the opposite direction with a FLYING CROSSBODY BLOCK. Corah catches her in midair and in one motion twists and turns into a POWERSLAM. That arrogant South Londoner doesn't even attempt to cover the Daughter of Time, instead, Corah exaggerating his sense of importance, climbs out of the ring and starts taunting the crowd.
The Crowd with a mixed blend of: KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!. . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY! . . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!
Stevie Corah enamored with his own greatness forgets about capitalizing on a defenseless Bonnie Blue. Bonnie seizes the opportunity, laying on her back, she bends her knees up to her chest, putting her hands flat on the mat and rolls her legs and back so her ass is in the air, kicks her legs in the air and springs back up to her feet like the Guardian that she is and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She raises both her arms into the air and flies through the air with the greatest of ease, landing on the shoulders of a turning Corah and performs a BACK FLIPPING HEAD-SCISSORS TAKEDOWN DIVING HURRICANRANA. Corah rolls over back up to his feet and is met by a Bonnie Blue STANDING DROPKICK and goes crashing back against the ring barricade.
The Crowd: BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!
Bonnie suddenly, almost magically, jumps back up on the ring apron, feeling the momentum starting to change, and runs the twenty some odd foot length from corner to corner along the ring apron and takes flight once again with another FLYING CROSSBODY BLOCK towards Corah, and in another déjà vu moment, as if the daughter of time has come to a stop, Corah catches her in midair once again and in one quick motion twists and turns and runs her back into the ringpost. Still holding onto Bonnie, Corah backs up a few more steps and digs his foot into the outside floor padding like a bull readying for the charge and bulrushes Bonnie into the ringpost with a RUNNING BACKBREAKER and relentlessly starts grinding her lower back, back and forth, against the ringpost and drops her like a sack of potatoes. Corah, smugly, looks at the crowd and gestures with his hands that, “Pure Brixton Brutality” just broke “The Daughter of Time” in two.
The Crowd with a mixed blend of: KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!. . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY! . . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue has taken quite a beating early on in this match at the hands of Stevie Corah, yet she keeps on fighting. But how much of a beating can this woman take considering the hell she has been put through the last couple of weeks, needless to say, over the past month ever since Monster’s Ball? She’s been a Hardcore Queen!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: Bonnie Blue’s resolve is second-to-none. She is like the Energizer Bunny, she keeps going and going and when you think that you finally wore her down, she clicks into a different gear and keeps on going. . .
Shadowlove: My kind of woman. She found that gear in the Monster’s Ball Triple-Threat Match when she put me through that glass table and almost killed me. But you can't take anything away from the Limey though, he’s going to keep beating her down until there's nothing left. That’s what you have to do against the very best competition that this organization has to offer. There's no time to rest, the competition is just that good. I should know, that tea and crumpet sonuvabitch along with that tattooed freakarella of nature tried their very best to take me out at Civil War but I’m still alive and well and so will my dear Bonnie Blue. . .
Jimmy Garcia: Does that mean that "'The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of your name is OFFICIALLY back?. . .
Shadowlove: Well, Jimmy, I never knew I left!. . . I am, and still remain, the hardest worker in this organization. Although, I must say that there seems to be quite a few people in this organization that think just because I go on a little sabbatical for a few weeks, that they have the balls to write me off by trying to take my spot as “The Face Of The Franchise” because the UCI Hierarchy deemed it fit to take me off the active roster. Well, they thought wrong, my friend! These individuals might think they are all high and mighty just because of Spencer Adams’ epiphany of thinking that he found some found his BROCK Lesnar just because some plague of stupidity fell for some kind of Paul Heyman “gimmickry” when down on his knees joining the Antidote’s cream team, if you know what I mean, but oy vey, UCI, oy vey! Just think of the hard on Spencer Adams would have if there was some kind of one named “Infamous Superstar” who is one of the core group of individuals that started it all was thinking about a comeback? And speaking of comebacks, you mean to tell me that Teddy Sol found the “Del” in Taco and is now back to his old self as Teo Del Sol in the bleached white Sun Mask and is the Television Champion? For God's Sake, what in the world is the UCI coming to? I. . . NEED. . . A. . . VACATION!. . .
Ms Miyamoto: Subete no yoimono wa, "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san no kage no ai no fukkatsu o matsuhito ni kuru. . .
Shadowlove: Time will tell if, or when, I will or won't “OFFICIALLY” return to the UCI. But I will say this to not only the UCI Hierarchy, but all the wrestlers in the back, and the UCI Fandom, all good things come to those who wait for the Resurrection of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove. Mark my words, Jimmy, there will be a reckoning, THERE WILL BE A RECKONiNG! But enough about me. . .
Stevie Corah remains relentless in his “Pure Brixton Brutality” and grabs Bonnie Blue by her hair and starts dragging her around the outside of the ring like a caveman dragging around a cavewoman. He points to the crowd then points to their hero, Bonnie, being manhandled and throws her back into the ring. Corah lifts up the ring skirt, with the the UCI logo and BLACK MASS written on it, and starts removing a 20 foot long aluminum ladder, a lidded 32 gallon heavy duty galvanized trash can, a 8 foot long wooden banquet table, a 20 lbs double-face sledge hammer with 36” hickory handle, a roll of barbed wire, a couple of economy-sized black sturdy construction steel folding chairs, a STOP SIGN, everything but a kitchen sink, scattering them outside the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh wait, Stevie Corah just pulled out the kitchen sink. He’s taking his time looking over all the instruments of destruction and settles in on the roll of barbed wire and one of the economy-sized black sturdy construction steel folding chairs and slides back into the ring. Bonnie Blue is about to pay for wanting this London Street Fight!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto: SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!
Shadowlove: Jimmy, take my sweet Ms. Miyamoto’s advice, no commentary is needed, just sit back and enjoy the view of “The Daughter of Time” Bonnie Blue and “The Pure Brixton Brutality” Stevie Corah painting their masterpiece of pain and misery in this, this Match Of The Year in this London Street Fight Match for the UCI Intercontinental Championship. . .
With the color commentary of the match becoming silent night, holy night, all is calm, as is bright in this London Street Fight, Jimmy Garcia, Shadowlove, and Ms. Miyamoto watch on with the crowd in the Arena and everyone watching at home as Stevie Corah drops the economy-sized black sturdy construction steel folding chair next to the prone Referee. He kicks the leg of the Referee to see if he’s alive or dead and picks him up by the shirt collar and the belt holding up his pants and launches him over the top rope and turns his attention on to Bonnie Blue. He picks Bonnie up and IRISH-WHIPS her into one of the corners and follows that up with RUNNING KNEE SMASH to Bonnie’s chest and midsection and follows that up with a RUNNING BULLDOG on to the steel chair. Corah takes the steel chair and sets it up over Bonnie’s body. He straddles the chair backwards and starts rocking back and forth on her throat, choking her with each rock of the chair. Corah leans over and lifts one of her arms up and it falls to the mat. Corah lifts her arm up for a second time and it falls to the mat. One more time and this match is officially over. Corah lifts Bonnie’s arm up for what he knows will be the last time. But instead of dropping helplessly to the mat for the third time, unlike like the Referee at the start of the match, Bonnie keeps her arm in the air, raises her middle finger up in a, “No, no, no, fuck you, Stevie Corah!” style gesture.
The Crowd: BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!. . . BONNIE!
STEVIE CORAH CAN'T BELIEVE IT! He becomes furiously angry and rocks back for one last time to crush Bonnie’s throat with authority. But before he can, Bonnie using her speed and flexibility, hooks her legs under Corah’s arms and VICTORY ROLLS him with the steel chair. The Crowd counts:
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
Stevie Corah kicks out at three even with no sign of the Referee making the three count. Bonnie quick to her feet goes on the offensive and straddles Corah, to the UCI Fandom’s delight, and starts throwing a flurry of punches that stuns Corah for a second, she goes shooting off the ropes and slingshots back with a MISSILE DROPKICK to Corah’s nether regions, you know, his g-r-o-i-n. Corah lets out a scream that every man in the Arena and every man at home watching can relate to and rolls out of the ring clutching his junk. Corah slow to recover uses the ring apron as leverage to help himself on his feet. Bonnie once again goes shooting off the ropes and slingshots back with another MISSILE DROPKICK to Corah’s face and sending him back against the ring barrier. Bonnie slides out of the ring and sets up the 20 foot long aluminum ladder and the 8ft. long wooden banquet table. She ARM-WHIPS Corah between the legs of standing ladder, bring him some bad luck, no doubt, courtesy of one, Bonnie Blue. Corah starts sliding back into the ring.
Bonnie slides into the ring before Corah, as Corah slides back into the ring, Bonnie slingshots off the ropes in the opposite direction and marches over Corah's body like she was one of the Queen of England’s Royal Guards, in this case, a Guardian, and jumps out over the top rope onto the outside ring apron and starts taunting him. Corah comes running full speed towards her and tries to SPEAR, GORE, GORE, GORE, or whatever the hell the UCI Fandom want to call it these days once again. Bonnie gives Corah an “Olé” move like a Matador and Corah goes flying headfirst out of the ring and onto floor. Corah slowly recovers using the ring apron as leverage to help himself on his feet. Bonnie, picking up the steel chair, once again goes shooting off the ropes and slingshots back and MISSILE DROPKICKS Corah’s face with the steel chair, sending him back onto the 8ft. long wooden banquet table. Bonnie once again goes shooting off the ropes and slingshots back using her momentum to climb to the top turnbuckle and bunny hops to the top rung of the the 20 foot long aluminum ladder and performs a SHOOTING STAR PRESS off the ladder onto Corah and sending them both crashing through the table,
The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD!
Stevie Corah is spread eagle with Bonnie Blue draped over him. You can stick a fork in them both, because they look done. The only one to stir is. . . THE REFEREE. The Referee looking dazed and confused, walks around the outside of the ring and sees all the humanity that is Bonnie Blue draped over Stevie Corah on an 8ft. Long wooden banquet table shattered, shattered to pieces. He drops down and slaps the padded floor. . .
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Corah kicks out and throws Bonnie off of him. Corah, slow to recover, crawls to the ring barricade and uses it to get up to his feet. Bonnie starts to move and is met by Corah grabbing a handful of hair and the waistband of her Capri pants and is thrown headfirst into the ringside steps. Corah grabbing a handful of hair and the waistband of Bonnie’s Capri pants once again slides her back into the ring. He grabs one of her arms and one of her legs, draping her around the ringpost and yanks her into the ringpost, in doing so, doing more damage to Bonnie’s lower back. Corah slides into the ring, raising his hands into the air, egging on the fans for those cunts to get on their feet and salute their Intercontinental Champion.
The Crowd with a mixed blend of: KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!. . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY! . . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!
Corah grabbing Bonnie’s hair to lift her up and ARM-WHIPS her across the ring to the other corner and follows that up with another RUNNING KNEE to Bonnie’s chest and midsection. He cracks his neck and loosens his arms and wraps some of the barb wire around his right fist and starts dancing like Muhammad Ali. Corah starts throwing JAB after JAB at Bonnie. Bonnie covers up taking the JABS mostly to her arms. As Bonnie blocks the JABS and tries to escape, Corah blocks her escape by taking his forearm and throwing her back into the corner and follows up with a JAB, JAB, RIGHT CROSS, LEFT CROSS, RIGHT HOOK, LEFT HOOK, RIGHT UPPERCUT, LEFT UPPERCUT combination. BONNIE BLUE IS BUSTED OPEN! And as the blood starts flowing down her beautiful face, Corah holds her against the ropes, winds up his left arm and delivers one final BOLO PUNCH. Bonnie, slow-motion, falls to the mat. Corah wraps more barbed wire around his arm and climbs to the top turnbuckle arrogantly drops an ELBOW, his LONDON HAS FALLEN, off the top rope for good measure and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Stevie Corah grabs Bonnie Blue by the hair, lifting her shoulders off the mat and breaks the count.
The Crowd with a mixed blend of: KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!. . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY! . . . KICK THE BRIXTON OUT!. . . PURE BRIXTON BRUTALITY!
Stevie Corah seeing the crowd wanting their Guardian, presses her up over his head and walks around the ring. He listens to which section of the crowd is cheering for him, it seems to be Section “BROCK Lesnar” F-5, and GORILLA PRESS SLAMS her into the crowd, but the crowd is not there, Section “BROCK Lesnar” F-5 is the aisle way leading down to the ring. Bonnie hits hard and rolls like a car crash in a NASCAR race and comes to a stop halfway up the aisle. Corah slides out of the ring picks up the lidded 32 gallon heavy duty galvanized trash can and and makes his way towards Bonnie. Corah sets down the lidded 32 gallon heavy duty galvanized trash can and spits in both hands takes the 20 lbs double-face sledge hammer by the 36” hickory handle and raises it over his head. Before he is about to brain Bonnie with the 20 lbs double-face sledge hammer, Bonnie performs a LOW TIGER TAIL SPINNING BACK KICK to Corah’s legs and taking him off his feet and locks in a MODIFIED DEATHLOCK OCTOPUS STRETCH. Corah hooked in Bonnie’s submission instinctively SAMOAN DROP’S her onto the ramp of the stage to break the maneuver.
The Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!
With Bonnie and Stevie both laid out, an English Butler, one “Lord” Alfred Pennyworth, out of nowhere appears on stage walking down the aisle carrying a Vintage GOTHAM Silver Plate 26" Footed Waiter Butler Tea Serving Tray (product placement) and offers the two combatants some hot tea, “Earl Grey” with a touch of bergamot oil, I do believe, in a fine China teapot and on a fine China saucer plate a few crumpets, with sweet gooey honey with salty butter, oozing out the bottom and sides. Bonnie and Corah look at each other with a look of what the hell, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere. Bonnie and Stevie seem to be enjoying this “quiet before the storm tea time in this London Street Fight.” to somewhat catch theirs, everyone else's, and the writer's breath. Stevie takes the teapot, Bonnie takes the serving tray, the both look at each other and simultaneously smash each other with the fine China teapot and the Vintage Gotham silver serving tray at the same time sending tea and crumpets flying everywhere. The fine China teapot shatters on the side of Bonnie head, the Vintage Gotham silver serving tray makes an indentation of the Stevie’s forehead before flying out of Bonnie’s hand and spins like a top down the ramp before coming to rest. There’s quite an unbelievable insurmountable amount of intestinal fortitude being shown by both Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah as the London Street Fight Match continues with the Crowd inside the Barclays Center start chanting:
The Crowd: UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!. . . UCI!
They rise to their feet simultaneously and start trading chops to the chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corah with a chop to Bonnie’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bonnie with a chop to Corah’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corah with a chop to Bonnie’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bonnie with a chop to Corah’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corah with a chop but Bonnie ducks under and catches him with another LOW TIGER TAIL SPINNING BACK KICK to Corah’s legs and taking him off his feet, Bonnie follows that up with an quick DIVING ELBOW DROP. Bonnie, with blood covering her face and fire in her eyes, makes to her feet picks up the 32 gallon heavy duty galvanized trash can and smashes Corah with a headshot and follows that up with trash can smash to Corah’s midsection. Corah sits up holding his midsection and Bonnie slides the trash can over his head. She picks up the 20 lbs double-face sledge hammer by the 36” hickory handle and raises it over her head and brings it crashing down onto the top of the trash can. She points the the 20 lbs double-face sledge hammer towards the ring and takes a Home-run swing to the side of the trash can. Corah goes rolling down the ramp still inside the trash can. With Corah face down inside the trash can, Bonnie hooks on a BOSTON CRAB. Corah’s screams echo inside the trash can. The only way that the Referee can check on Corah is to “knock, knock, who’s there?” on the trash can. Corah screams something unintelligible inside the trash can and Bonnie breaks the hold. She raises a fist in the air, picks up the STOP SIGN once again climbs the 20 foot long aluminum ladder and sits on the top rung. The Referee removes the trash can to check on Corah. Bonnie starts rocking the the 20 foot long aluminum ladder back and forth sending her, the ladder, and the STOP SIGN crashing down on Corah. STEVIE CORAH IS BUSTED OPEN! And as the blood flows down his face, Bonnie Blue goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Bonnie Blue grabs Stevie Corah by the hair, lifting his shoulders off the mat and breaks the count.
The Crowd starts a wave chant serenade, section by section, throughout the Barclays Center: WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!
Bonnie starts turning the tables on Corah by beating him, both figuratively and literally, at his own game jumps on the ring barricade and tightrope runs going counterclockwise across the top and as Corah reaches his feet, she's made it back around the circumference of the ring barricade and performs a BONNIE-GO-AROUND, a variant of the Molly-Go-Round or diving somersault seated senton, and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Corah with a kick-out. Bonnie lifts Corah up by his hair and sets him up for a SUPLEX. Corah blocks Bonnie’s SUPLEX attempt and reverses with a ROLLING RELEASE SUPLEX TOSS, sending Bonnie up the aisle. Corah lifts Bonnie up by the hair and sets her up for another SUPLEX. Bonnie blocks Corah’s SUPLEX attempt and reverses with a SNAP SUPLEX, sending Corah up the aisle to the bottom of the ramp. Bonnie runs at Corah and catches her with a SPINEBUSTER on the ramp and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Bonnie with a kick-out. Corah lifts Bonnie up by her waist and delivers a GERMAN SUPLEX, still holding on to her waist he gets to his feet and performs another GERMAN SUPLEX, still holding on to her waist he gets to his feet and performs a third GERMAN SUPLEX but Bonnie reverses Corah’s third GERMAN SUPLEX into a SPRINGBOARD OFF THE UCI JUMBOTRON RKO.
The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Bonnie grabs Corah by his hair and drags him over to a Dr. Who’s TARDIS, a 1960s-style London police box and lines him up with the open door. She takes a few steps back takes a run at Corah and SPEAR, GORE, GORE, GORE, or whatever the hell the UCI Fandom want to call it these days. Corah fighting with all his power grabs the Referee, who grabs the UCI cameraman and all four individuals enter the Dr. Who’s TARDIS as the door closes behind them. The Dr. Who’s TARDIS starts dematerialising and disappears through a unpredictability, predictable dimensionally transcendental realm right in front of everyone's eyes and materializes just right outside the Barclays Center in a when in Rome, or London Street Fight, WTF kind of moments.
The Crowd: WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!. . . WTF!
Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah exit out the Dr. Who’s TARDIS simultaneously trading chops to the chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bonnie with a chop to Corah’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corah with a chop to Bonnie’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bonnie with a chop to Corah’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corah with a chop to Bonnie’s chest.
The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A double-decker bus hyping the London Street Fight Match between Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah at Black Mass on the sides comes to a stop in front of the Barclays Center. The double-entry doors open revealing a bus driver, who kind of reminds you of Sandra Bullock, for some odd reason, waiting for her only passengers to board the bus. Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah trading HAYMAKER after HAYMAKER as they fight their way into the double-decker bus followed by the Referee, and the UCI cameraman. The double-entry doors close and the double-decker bus takes off heading North on 6th Avenue on Pacific Avenue, taking a left turn on Atlantic Avenue, then turning right on Boerum Place, and keeping left and continuing on Adams Street and Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard and reaching the Brooklyn Bridge in around 8 minutes and under 55 miles per hour and asking the question, “There's Bonnie Blue and Stevie Corah on the bus, what would you do? What would you do UCI?”
The Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!. . . THIS IS AWESOME!
Inside the double-decker bus, Corah smashes Bonnie’s face up against a side window leaving and bloody imprinted image of Bonnie’s face on the window. Bonnie reverses and smashes Corah’s face up against a side window leaving and bloody imprinted image of Corah’s face next to Bonnie’s bloody image on the window. The two bloody images appear to be kissing. Are they kissing and making up or is this match still a war of the roses? Corah and Bonnie exchange a combination flurry of punches and kicks towards each other and lock up in a COLLAR-AND-ELBOW TIE-UP as they climb to the second level of the double-decker bus.
On the second level of the double-decker bus, Corah throws two stiff LEFT JABS, rocking Bonnie's head back a couple of times and waves with his hands in a “come on, bitch!” and follows up with a RIGHT CROSS, LEFT CROSS, RIGHT HOOK, LEFT HOOK, RIGHT UPPERCUT, LEFT UPPERCUT combination to a stunned Bonnie. Bonnie drops to her knees and gives Corah a DESPERATION TESTICULAR CLAW to Corah’s nether regions, you know, his g-r-o-i-n and follows that up with the INFINITY PARADOX, an inverted facelock elbow drop, and goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
NO! Corah with a kick-out. Bonnie looks into the camera and salutes the Crowd. Bonnie backs up down the aisle of the double-decker bus, signaling with her foot for some SWEET CHIN MUSIC. Before Bonnie can deliver the SUPERKICK, Corah grabs her leg in mid-flight and DRAGON SCREW LEG-WHIP’S Bonnie sending her crashing through the back window of the double-decker bus.
The Crowd: OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!. . . OMFG!
Corah yells at the bus driver that looks like Sandra Bullock, for some odd reason, to stop the double-decker bus. As the double-decker bus comes to a stop, Corah stands up and looks out the shattered window and is met with a HURRICANRANA by Bonnie hanging onto the broken windowsill and sending him crashing through a yellow taxi’s windshield.
The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Bonnie Blue delivers her SONIC SCREWDRIVER, a springboard corkscrew Senton, onto Stevie Corah and covers him on the hood of the yellow taxi. The Referee makes the count on the hood.
ONE!
TWO!
TTHHRREE!
The Crowd watching on the UCI JUMBOTRON in the Barclays Center starts a wave chant serenade, section by section, throughout the Barclays Center: WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!. . . WE LOVE YOU!. . . BONNIE BLUE!
Eight minutes later. . .
A yellow taxi with a broken front windshield and the lifeless body battered and bruised and bloody body of Stevie Corah pulls into the Barclays Center and drives onto the UCI STAGE. Bonnie Blue, battered and bruised and bloody, climbs out through the broken front windshield and shoots a fist into the air as she stands over Stevie Corah.
Taylor Lorde: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AND NEW UCI INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, BONNIE BBLLUUEE!
The battered, bruised and bloody Bonnie Blue jumps down off the hood of the yellow taxi, Ms. Miyamoto puts the UCI Intercontinental Championship around Bonnie’s waist and “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove carries the totally exhausted Bonnie off the stage.
The Crowd: THANK YOU, BONNIE!. . . THANK YOU, STEVIE!. . . THANK YOU, BONNIE!. . . THANK YOU, STEVIE!. . . THANK YOU, BONNIE!. . . THANK YOU, STEVIE. . . THANK YOU, BONNIE!. . . THANK YOU, STEVIE!
Gravedigger makes his way back to the announcing table.
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