UCI Backstory

WHAT WE ARE

UCI is a game of imagination and creative skill. An e-fed in its medium and mode, UCI offers a home for roleplayers where anything goes and no gimmick is turned away.  Each week you'll be asked to participate in a fictional universe where your character will be a modern day gladiator fighting for survival in a hyper violent arena where wrestling is not fake, but absolutely real and incredibly dangerous. Your character will be seen by the public as a modern day warrior, a hero to millions as your stock rises with each success. But with success comes enemies, your rivals will be your fellow fighters, all of whom are after the same title belts that you seek. In a world where fame is achieved through the three count of a referee, who you decide to trust can be every bit as important as who you defeat.


Suppose you want to play a psychopathic killer who has turned to the ring to slake his thirst for violence.  Or perhaps you'd like to be a space traveler who has come to Earth to prove his mettle among the best of Earth's warriors.  Maybe you're simply a down-and-out wrestler who's taken to the ring to keep the electricity on and food on the table.  The proverbial ball is in your court to tell your story and show our judging team that you deserve the victory this week.


Of course, the bread and butter of this world is still the ring and what transpires around it. Your feuds are the fuel that will drive this game forward. Creativity, character depth, and entertainment are important, but good shoot and match relevance is still paramount. Linking the two together is the holy grail, and is always recommended.



THE TRIGGER EVENT

The near future. Social media dubbed it “1he wav3”. It happened the year that congress enforced its ban on combat sports. Over the course of six months the era of the mighty Professional Wrestling Federations died with Police raids and flag waving subpoena's. No longer would the world tolerate a touring band of psychopaths, wrestling in extreme sports venues in front of thousands. It was an affront to good taste, it violated the very fabric of decent, law abiding behaviour. Maniacs as heroes, a new era of post modern Gladiators as celebrities killing each other, in brutal, lawless matches? No. It had to be stopped.

And so the crackdown began. Once the first door, of the first Federation was kicked down? There was seemingly no turning back. Election year had a new demon to kill. A new monster to slay. To protect the moral majority from the wolf at the door. That was the plan, and it seemed airtight.

Until the day of the 13th. The day of, "1he wav3". It began with random acts of cruelty, that quickly evolved into Molotov fuelled riots, by nightfall cities where alight with chaos. Pandemonium was the new normal as Police Officers turned their firearms upon each other. The very foundation of society had seemingly crumbled in a day. A world gripped by insanity as Governments became a vague, emasculated memory. Disorder was now the new world order as emergency broadcasts echoed over desolation.

On the very precipice of collapse, came a strange return to peace. A cloud of madness dissipated; and in its turbulent, disjointed wake, appeared humbled, brow beaten Governments. The Federation Wars was over. But the mystery had only just begun as a horrible, unavoidable reality began to take hold. Whispers of a phone call. Of an ultimatum. 1he wav3 was orchestrated. Controlled by an unseen force that seemingly had a stranglehold over the entire planet.

Governments vowed to keep what they had uncovered a secret. That society had been reprogrammed. It was an addict now. A junkie for violence. The Federations needed to return. Stability could only be guaranteed by their presence, that was the ultimatum.

THE NEXT GENERATION OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Before any lasting damage could be done, the ban was lifted, but the industry was in shambles. There were no mega corporations with the capital and connections to distribute a world wide product.  With the memories of 1he wav3 still fresh in their minds, promoters and bookers were hesitant to open their venue doors to combat sport syndicates once more.  But any good capitalist knows that where demand exists, there is profit to be made - professional wrestling would return.  With the slate wiped completely clean, the world was the oyster for any savvy business who could recruit the right roster to slake the thirst of his audience. Here, psychopaths with criminal records can find asylum, joining an army of traditionally trained wrestlers, scavengers, mobsters, cyborgs, former Movie stars, even unhinged monsters. All are welcome, as long as they're ready to fight. Not just for ratings, but for territory. For a new war now rages. To be number one in their state. In the country. In the entire world. To hold society's fate...in the grasp of your hands.

YOUR PART IN THE WAR.

Week by week, show by show, the UCI (it's name seen by it's online fans a twisted refection of Intensive. Care. Unit) fights for ratings. It's an underground combat sportsshow broadcast weekly across Chicago, Illinois, as millions tune in to Sunday night's “Overload” to see nine hundred plus people pack themselves into “The Warehouse”, it's neon blue sign has a flickering middle “E”, thus spelling “War house”. No need to fix that, it's more than apt under the circumstances, as inside fans are greeted with a bare bones, no holds barred experience. Technical wrestling side by side with a harsh environment of suspended rusting metal dock containers and an old, twenty by twenty wrestling ring. A new world, scavenged from the ashes of the old.

And presiding over this savage arena is a disjointed and unconventional partnership. In the shadows lurks a strange Slovanian business man, Jimophy Thuggin and his faithful general manager, Spencer Adams.  And while there agendas differ, there unflinching desire to succeed binds them close. Week to week these men...and you, will battle for glory and success, inside and outside the ring.  For 1he wav3 was not so long ago that one cannot remember the life of a modern gladiator before the ban.  To rise to the top of a professional wrestling company?  That was to secure fame, fortune, and love.  That was to cement oneself in history.

The future awaits you. Lace up your boots, tape up your hands. The cheers of the crowd grow louder. They want blood. You desire glory. Seize both. Make this your turf. Your home.

Welcome to United Championship Infinite!