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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:27:27 GMT -6
Introduction
Chicago, Illinois is proud to welcome back where it all started. United Championship Infinite has returned to the original UCI Warehouse for their first PPV of 2017: Watch The Throne. The cameras shows the entire crowd going wild as the introduction for the PPV has been played on the big screen. The cameras now show Gravedigger and Jimmy Garcia seated behind the table.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Watch The Throne! Tonight is the very night we crown our inaugural Watch The Throne Tournament winner between Alex Richards and Stevie Corah! We also have Kevin Bishop defending the UCI World Heavyweight Championship against fellow Brotherhood member, Dion Necurat!
Gravedigger: Also! Casey Holliday defends the UCI Rising Stars Championship against John Ojeda, Teo Del Sol puts his title on the line against Demarcus Jordan and Bonnie Blue has her Intercontinental Championship up against Mikey Carson!
Saint Remi: Did somebody say Bonnie Blue?!
The cameras now show Saint Remi sitting in the third commentary table chair putting on a headset.
Jimmy Garcia: Ugh, Saint Remi, this is the commentary table.
Saint Remi: So?
Jimmy Garcia: …
Gravedigger: Hold up, we need to head to backstage!
The camera comes on backstage and FPV is standing outside of The UCI World Heavyweight Champion’s locker room and the plaque reads The Plague Kevin Bishop. Frank knocks on the door and the opens to a bruised and battered looking Sean Craven holding his face.
Sean Craven: “Oh hey Franky, Bishop is just about finished getting his gear on, come on in.”
Frank walks into the locker room with his microphone in hand and his camera man walking behind him. Sean points to the camera guy and actually laughs a bit.
Sean Craven: “Hey, it’s Wayne, Fat Fuck Carl’s camera guy, how’d you get him on board, Franky?”
FPV: “Ah man, believe it or not, FFC owed ME a favor… I let him do a story on my People’s Choice Coffee shop… I guess our UCI/WCF fans loved every bit of it, so he thinks his business is about to truly pick up now.”
Out of the shower room walks Kevin in his a pair of red and black trunks with black knee pads and black kicking pads/boots. He has his hair slicked back with water and his beard combed downward. He walks up to FPV and extends his hand.
Kevin Bishop: “Franky, my brother, glad you got a chance to stop by. I’m guessing good news from the follow up visit with the doc?”
Frank nods.
FPV: “Yeah, I found out a bit more about why Dr. Joe had issues about Sanch… All that shit with Gem’s death and all… But I’m not here for that.”
Kevin invites Frank in to the leather recliners set up in the corner with the 55” Vizio television and XBOX ONE, that has UCI 17’s main screen playing.
FPV: “Oh wow, you got the new game playing… Damn you got the main screen update already? The one with you, Andre, and Bonnie lined up. That’s bad ass man.”
Kevin chuckles.
Kevin Bishop: “I know right? So I see the camera and I see your microphone… I’m guessing this is you playing the modern day renaissance man with your talents… You’re here to interview me, eh?”
Frank takes a seat in one of the leather chairs and he points Wayne over toward the TV to get both chairs in camera view. Kevin takes a seat in the other chair and he looks over to Frank.
FPV: “I mean… If you don’t mind that is…”
Kevin cracks his knuckles and sits back in his chair. He looks to Sean and Sean grabs his world title off the locker room bench, then brings it to him.
Kevin Bishop: “Ah, yeah that’s better… I’m all for an interview, brother.”
FPV points to the camera to make sure they’re rolling and he looks to Bishop with the microphone resting in front of him.
FPV: “Plague, I know you’ve been dealing with a lot with your personal life and some of our fans may know, but they’re also wondering… Where have you been, man? Bonnie Blue said it true, when she claimed a champion should be here and be talking to the fans, but you’ve chosen to stay quiet for the most part… That same feeling seeps off of Shadowlove like the terrible designer cologne he wears… What do you have to say to your fans and to your peers who doubt you as champion?”
Kevin looks down his world title and then looks to Frank.
Kevin Bishop: “17 years…”
Frank cocks his head to the side.
FPV: “17 years?”
Kevin smiles a tad bit.
Kevin Bishop: “That’s how long I traveled the path to get here… The path that was filled with demons, monsters, vices, and villains of all different kinds… The torment I had to endure and the pains I had to push through… Every single day I put my body on the line for the sake of claiming this…”
Kevin pats the world title on his lap.
Kevin Bishop: “Was a day that was seared into my very being… I bled, I cried, and I sweat for this industry… The moment I pinned Alex Richards, those tears came back to me and I felt a rush that I have never felt before… Should I have been here every week after I claimed my title? Yes, I should have, but sadly a familiar demon reared its evil head and I had to deal with it…”
FPV: “So you’ve dealt with it then?”
Kevin lowers his head a bit before meeting Frank’s eyes again.
“Kevin Bishop: “I wish it was that easy… At this point in time, I have learned to focus… Focus on the things I can control and the things I can do the most good for myself… Does that make me a bad person? Maybe, but it’s a sacrifice I’m going to make to continue this path I have worked too damn hard to get onto… I apologize to each and everyone that I was so easily swayed away from my personal demons… I look around UCI, to all the fans, to all my fellow wrestlers, to the production guys, to the commentators, to the ring guys, to the bell guy, to the announcers, to the seamstresses, and to the management staff… And you know what I see, Franky?”
Frank shrugs a bit.
FPV: “A bunch of great people?”
Kevin nods a long.
Kevin Bishop: “That, but it’s also so much more… I came here for the competition and in doing so I have found some of the toughest opponents in the entire wrestling industry… UCI is growing and I think looking at how Infinity alone is shaping up, we will be pleasantly surprised to see the numbers our roster is going to offer…”
Frank jumps back into the conversation.
FPV: “You speak of competition… But what about your naysayers who claim you chose Dion to fight, because you didn’t want your first title defense to be against UCI’s amazing talent?”
Kevin Bishop: “Why would I be afraid of UCI’s talent? If I was so afraid why would I jump to the chance to come here in the open challenge of the Killing Floor qualifier? Why did I defeat the self proclaimed ‘Face of UCI’, the repeat machine himself, Shadowlove in my first match with the company?”
Frank nods in agreement.
Kevin Bishop: “This story between Dion and myself is deeper than just some student versus teacher match… I literally just handed Dion The Brotherhood for the time being… I helped him get to where he is, even if he won’t admit it… This match is about his chance to prove that he is indeed the warrior that he claims to be… He is going to look to dethrone me and if he succeeds… Well he proves that he is indeed the leader The Brotherhood needs…”
FPV scratches his head.
FPV: “But The Brotherhood is your brainchild… I don’t see Dion as a man who wants to take everything from you… I mean he’s not some of the other guys you have faced who demand you to put the Hood on the line in your matches…”
Kevin slightly laughs.
Kevin Bishop: “Or those who put themselves on the line to become a member if they lose, am I right?”
Frank rolls his eyes.
FPV: “Yeah, yeah, but I think you and I have come a long way since that God awful scaffolding match…”
Frank rubs the back of his head.
FPV: “When it’s cold outside, I still feel that pain from the tables in the back of my head… Stupid Exploder suplex…”
Kevin pats Frank on the shoulder.
Kevin Bishop: “It’s all good, Frank… Our issues all under the bridge, right?”
Frank simply nods.
FPV: “Indeed brother, indeed… So is there anything else you want the fans to know?”
Kevin Bishop rubs on his beard for a second, before talking.
Kevin Bishop: “I am making a promise, right here and right now… I am YOUR World champion and no matter what personal things that are going on, from this point on I WILL NOT stay under the radar. You want me here with you every week, every day, and every waking moment… You have ME… You want my admiration, you have it… UCI is my domain… And as we look to see who wins their shot against me for my title and my THRONE… I will be waiting to walk out there and congratulate them personally myself… Because I came to UCI for competition and I look forward to proving the journey to be a bountiful one…”
Frank smiles to the camera and gives a thumbs up.
FPV: “Thank you, Plague and I wish you all the luck against Dion tonight.”
Kevin nods.
Kevin Bishop: “May the best man win, brother… May the best man win…”
FPV does the cut notion to the camera and Wayne kills it. |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:29:38 GMT -6
Big F’n Tag Team Deathmatch Barbed Wire Bastards vs Petrov/Bad News Brawler
We cut to ringside where fans carry on loud cheers that bounce off the metal sides of the packed UCI Warehouse. Petrov and Bad News Brawler are already in the ring waiting their opponents.
Jimmy Garcia: Unusual, but fitting pairing here!
Gravedigger: I feel like I should be smashed to watch this properly.
Barbed Wire Bastards come out with flaming kendo sticks and the crowd cheers. They slide into the ring and drink beers before throwing up double middle fingers as Eric crotch chops. Fire bursts from the ring poles and the crowd throws up the metal horns cuz its fucking badass.
Jimmy Garcia: Deathmatch action kicking off what could be the biggest PPV in UCI yet?!
Gravedigger: Hell yeah!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like Stevie and Brawler will kick this one off!
Gravedigger: Clothesline from Brawler!
Jimmy Garcia: Immediate offense from Bad News here!
Gravedigger: Another big one from Brawler!
The crowd boos and pops at the same time, because they can’t decide whether they want to love or hate the men in the ring, except the women who want to fuck them all cause they’re awesome.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag to Petrov!
Gravedigger: Uh oh..here comes trouble!
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the gut from Stevie!
Gravedigger: SINNER’S SOLUTION!
Jimmy Garcia: This soon?!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winners of this match, Barbed Wire Bastards!
Gravedigger: Best. Deathmatch. Ever.
Jimmy Garcia: The only thing that’s died is my passion. |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:35:05 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match Ray Burnett vs Karlie Nash vs Vincenzo Armand
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.
Jimmy Garcia: With the first PPV of the year, you know Karlie Nash is looking kick this one off right!
Gravedigger: Aren’t they all, Jimmy? New Year’s resolutions are for plebs!
Vincenzo Armand emerges from the entrance and walks a steady pace to the ring as the crowd goes silent. With eyes set straight ahead, his attention never wavers or veers to the audience and he shows no sign of emotion, during his journey to the ring. Removing his coat and sunglasses, he places them neatly near the side of the ring and climbs the steel steps. Upon which, he then enters the squared circle and takes his position; leaning his back against the turnbuckle with his arms casually draped over the ropes, where he awaits his opponents arrival.
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t let the record fool you with Armand, either. Dude is legit as they come!
Gravedigger: Definitely. This is a bad, bad man!
Slowly emerging from behind purple smoke with a cup full of lean, the Annihilator paces towards the ring, and stops at it. He takes one last sip, then hands it off to one of his fans.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s another one to watch out for!
Gravedigger: Burnett has been on a roll and a third straight win and remaining undefeated in UCI would cap off a hell of a January for this man!
The three pace around each other like a trio of feuding vultures covered in suits made of rotting roadkill.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: There goes Nash, striking away at Burnett!
Karlie forces Ray back towards a corner, but is interrupted by Armand.
Gravedigger: Armand in on things now, some punches to the jaw of Nash here.
Nash appears to stagger, but is saved as Ray comes right back into things with his own offense.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s Ray now after Armand with the strikes!
With a few kicks and some stiff rights and lefts, Armand is pounded into a sitting position against the corner by Burnett.
Gravedigger: Watch out for Karlie Nash!
Nash charges forward, swinging a leg out to try to knock Burnett off his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Burnett avoiding danger here!
Gravedigger: Stiff kick connecting with Armand though!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash pulling him into the cover!
1!
NO!
Gravedigger: Quickly broken up by Burnett!
Jimmy Garcia: The triple threat element is alive and well here!
Ray brings Nash to her feet, stepping back a bit before smashing an extended forearm into Karlie’s grill.
1!
KICKOUT!
Ray locks his arm under Karlie’s chin from the sitting position as he takes a knee, but is caught off guard with enemy number two from behind.
Jimmy Garcia: Low dropkick from Vincenzo to Ray!
Gravedigger: Cover here from Armand.
1!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Quick pin attempts in this match!
Gravedigger: This is the sort of matchup where that really is the best strategy. You don’t have to just beat one of your opponents, you have to make sure that the other isn’t able to ruin the plan and break the pin attempt.
On his feet now, Vincenzo stomps at both Karlie and Ray before heading to a corner and yanking at the turnbuckle pad, forcing it loose as he loosens the knot and allows the covering to drop.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking to do some damage to the competition here!
Gravedigger: Look out for Karlie Nash!
Jimmy Garcia: Dropkick from behind!
Gravedigger: Karlie Nash just drop Armand face first into that exposed turnbuckle!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash with the cover!
1!
2!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash thrown off by Burnett!
Gravedigger: Burnett going for the cover himself!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Burnett taking hold of the opportunity in this one!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Ray Burnett!
Gravedigger: It doesn’t matter how he did it. The important part is, Burnett is three and zero in UCI! |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:36:46 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:37:41 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:39:50 GMT -6
John Ojeda Segment
The camera comes on backstage with a shot of Gwen Gates and John Ojeda standing outside of their dressing room. As the camera crew approaches, Gwen takes notice and taps John on the shoulder. John looks at them and grunts as he sees them.
John Ojeda: Gwen, get out of here.
Gwen Gates: But Joh…
John Ojeda: Come on, go. Please.
Gwen Gates: Why can’t I be here?
John Ojeda: Just do it.
Gwen Gates: You owe me.
John Ojeda: I always do…
Gwen gives a bit of a huff and walks away from John, leaving John alone with the camera crew. He watches Gwen walk away for a moment, clearly checking out her ass as she goes. John slowly turns and looks at the cameras with an evil grin on his face. He takes a step closer and pushes his hair away from his forehead. John’ gets really close to the cameras and shows that his forehead is a zig zagged mess of scars and gig marks.
John Ojeda: You see that? Garbage right, Casey? You see, the scars on my head tell a story. They tell a story about a man willing to give anything and everything to make this wrestling shit work. Once upon a time, every great man in this business had a forehead that looks like mine. Once upon a time, our guest GM from a few weeks ago, was hit with so many different weapons it was unbelievable. The greatest of all time wore the crimson mask… more than I ever have. He wore it on a damn near nightly basis for a long time. But you dare look down your nose at a man that’s honored the traditions of this business, while you were still in your fucking nappies pissing your pants at Sunday school.
John scoffs and spits disdainfully on the ground.
John Ojeda: See, the one thing that your dumb airhead ass seemed to miss is the fact that I haven’t even started to turn the heat on things up yet. Week one… no blood. Week two… no blood. Week three… no blood. Week four… no blood. Week five… still no blood. Little lady, did you think that just because I’ve got a pocket full of sharp shit to poke you with that I didn’t learn how to wrestle? If you didn’t notice… I’ve done plenty of that since I’ve walked in the door at UCI… and I’ve been quite successful. See, this is where your gaps in logic come in to me sweetheart.
John laughs and shakes his head.
John Ojeda: You quite clearly said that you lack the experience that I have. So you’re probably not seeing the falsehoods in the premise that I’m just some garbage wrestler. I’ve been to the top of this industry. I’ve held more world and mid range titles than I can care to remember. I’m in three companies hall of fame.. and I did all of that shit while you were still trying to figure out which boy was taking you to prom and which three of them were going to treat you like a god damn donut and glaze you from head to toe. This shit and your tired and boring cliches aren’t going to get you anywhere with me little girl.
John takes a step back and shakes his head, cracking his knuckles as he does.
John Ojeda: But you got one thing right… I don’t give a fuck about those fans. I don’t give a fuck about being a good role model for the kids in the stands or even the other guys in the industry. Because if there is one thing I’m very well aware of… it’s who the fuck I am. I’m never going to be the guy that people want to love. I’m the man that people fear. I’m the man that makes people cringe when he walks into a room. And I’m perfectly content with that. I’m perfectly content with being the last god damn bastion of real fucking men in this god damn business. Unlike you… I didn’t come here to dumb down this shit and pussify what we do. I’m not here to play it safe or take the easy path. I’ve always done it my way… the concrete way. These people hate me… but its for all the right reasons. It’s not because I shy away from a fight. It’s not because I talk down to them like I’m better than them without ever having earned it. They know I’m better than them and they hate me even more because they know I’ve fucking earned it.
John laughs and shakes his head.
John Ojeda: So go on, Casey… take that rookie’s confidence into the ring with the vicious killer that came to tear your company apart. Because make no mistakes about it, I came to pillage and raid. I came to destroy everything I could. And I’ll start with burning your cardboard championship reign into ashes. I don’t have to run duck and hide to keep that title I’m taking from you… or to keep my heat. All I have to do is be me and they hate me. And you hate me too. And that’s perfectly okay. Because as I see it… you’re already the victim in my eyes. You’re already set for your greatest failure. Because if you think your psychological scars are all that bad… you’re as delusional as you are fucking stupid.
Ohhh boo hoo my daddy got hurt. Booo fucking hooo some other wrestlers in another company interfered in my matches and beat me up. That’s your scarring? That’s what your candy ass is whining about and justifying your whole fucking careers worth of ability on. Sucking dick somewhere else and not being able to handle your business. So you came running here hoping for easier competition? Well, guess what… you can take your squat ass on the door real quick. If you think the people in SCW were brutal, just wait until you step in there with me. Because I hit harder, break things quicker, and will cut you from ear to ear with a god damn smile on my face. And it’s not because I suck in the fucking ring as a wrestler… It’s because I’ve learned that it gets results real fast. And those results are to draw ratings and raise the profile of the company.
John laughs and rubs his hands together.
John Ojeda: And that’s what I do, little lady. I put asses in seats. And I’m going to put your ass, right back in it’s seat. Where it fucking belongs. Not flapping your god damn gums like you’re going to smack me around. No, your ass should be in the kitchen making us all a god damn pie. But since that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to have to settle for smacking you around and showing you your god damn place and where it actually belongs.
John rolls his eyes and shakes his head
John Ojeda: Bitches and their delusions of grandure I tell ya… so I’m going to toss you that beating that you so sorely need. That beating that shows you where your place in this world is. And it’s way down at the bottom of the pecking order. Not with the future of this company. And when I’m done beating your ass… you can go on and be a sweetheart and shake my hand and get me a beer.
John starts to walk away, but pauses.
John Ojeda: And remember… I like my beer, like I like my violence… Domestic.
John laughs, flips the cameras off, makes a cut throat symbol, and walks off. The cameras fade out. |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:45:03 GMT -6
UCI Rising Stars Championship Casey Holliday © vs John Ojeda
Pistolvanyia Pt 2 By Vinnie Paz hits the PA as the sound of a Harley fills the arena. We see a bike burst out from the side of the stage as John Ojeda speeds down towards ringside, the motorcycle echoing as he does so. As the bike comes to a stop at ringside, Ojeda steps off, eyeing the crowd and entrance area before sliding into the ring and pacing back and forth in anticipation of the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge match here between two people who fit the description as well as any we’ve seen before them!
Gravedigger: We’re dealing with two future main eventers in this one!
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: Could we call this the best Rising Stars match in UCI?
Gravedigger: It hasn’t even started yet, Jimmy.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Well it has now!
Gravedigger: You’re right though. This has the potential to steal the show in a major way.
The two tie up, neither showing a hint of weakness in their first engagement as we see feet struggling back and forth to stay planted and a battle of control in the spirit of two fat people taking over Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating contest.
Jimmy Garcia: Ojeda dipping underneath, arms locked around the waist here!
The challenger lets out an early battle cry as the crowd boos loudly in his direction.
Gravedigger: Ojeda trying to lift her off the ground, but Holliday showing some resistance early on.
With Ojeda wrenching back on the torso, Holliday counters with her unrestrained arms, driving a couple of counter elbows into Ojeda’s own gut.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard shot there!
As the elbows connect, Holliday is dropped to her feet and the hold is released.
Gravedigger: Dropkick from Holliday and the cover!
1!
As the ref’s hand hits the mat, the champion is launched off by the challenger in an impressive deadlift approach to kicking out.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s the kind of power you get from Ojeda, gonna be a hard one to stop here!
Gravedigger: He knows his advantages in this one and the biggest is that strength difference he has on the champion.
As the two pop back up, Holliday charges towards Ojeda, ducking a clothesline as she takes off across the ring and back towards the challenger.
Jimmy Garcia: BIG BOOT FROM OJEDA!
Gravedigger: Damn near took her head off there!
1!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Early pinfall attempts here!
Ojeda shoots a wicked grin as he pushes up and runs his fingers through his hair with one hand, using the opposite one to yank Holliday up by her own mane.
Gravedigger: Ojeda playing the bully role here and I love it!
Jimmy Garcia: He’s a man possessed, Digger!
Holliday wobbles around on her feet as Ojeda hold his right fist back like a loaded slingshot, taking a few moments between each devastating haymaker.
Gravedigger: He’s looking to slug his way to a title I think.
Jimmy Garcia: Effective strategy and one we see so often in UCI, hit hard and hit often!
Ojeda loads up another haymaker, but Holliday managers to narrowly avoid it by ducking underneath.
Crowd: WOO!
Gravedigger: Hard chops to the chest from the champion!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like she’s got plenty of fighting spirit left in her!
As Ojeda’s chest grows red and his stance grows uneven, Holliday pulls his arm towards her, trying to send the challenger into the ropes.
Gravedigger: Ojeda regaining stance here.
Holliday’s eyes grow wide as Ojeda pulls her into him.
Jimmy Garcia: Side effect from Ojeda!
Gravedigger: Leg hooked here.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Ojeda assumes a sitting position, searching for breath as he rubs at his chest which still shows signs of the repeated open hand impact from the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: It might not seem like Holliday’s done a lot to Ojeda so far, but the shots she has gotten in clearly are doing the trick!
Ojeda spins around and rises up, quickly composing himself as he jets across the ring before heading for a knee to face collision with a now stirring Holliday.
Gravedigger: Can the knee connect?!
Jimmy Garcia: Holliday barely dodging that, catching the leg from behind!
1!
KICKOUT!
Holliday exhales deeply as the two turn to face each other, both on their knees.
Gravedigger: Great determination and resilience from both competitors!
Jimmy Garcia: That determination showing itself again here, hard shots being traded back and forth!
Different sections of the crowd trade “boo’s” and “woo’s” as Holliday and Ojeda take turns clobbering each other in the face like abusive father figures.
Gravedigger: These two still trying to take this fight back to the stand up game.
Jimmy Garcia: This is a fight, plain and simple!
With both competitors up, Ojeda rears his fist back again.
Gravedigger: Stiffest Right in the Biz coming up perhaps?
Jimmy Garcia: Not quite, hard knee to the gut from the champion!
Ojeda doubles over, the wind shooting out of him slightly as the champion springs off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Springboard from Holliday here.
Jimmy Garcia: Going for the reverse elbow smash!
As Holliday goes flying back through the air, Ojeda wises up to the oncoming assault driving his arm forward.
Gravedigger: Clubbing forearm to the back of the head!
Jimmy Garcia: That one hurt her badly!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Gravedigger: That’s a death blow to most!
Jimmy Garcia: Will it be for Casey Holliday?!
1!
2!
Gravedigger: Holliday flips it!
1!
2!
Jimmy Garcia: Ojeda back on top!
1!
2!
Gravedigger: Holliday sliding out from underneath!
Jimmy Garcia: Whipping right back behind, Holliday rolling through!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
The two look exhausted as Holliday struggles, but manages to get to her feet first. The crowd cheers as she looks towards the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking to ascend here!
With Holliday managing to inch her way up and gain balance up top, Ojeda stumbles to his own feet, turning into a flying champion.
Gravedigger: Flying crossbody from Holliday!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Catch by Ojeda!
Holliday flails about, but Ojeda manages an adrenaline fueled burst of strength, throwing Holliday into position on his shoulders.
Gravedigger: Viking Sledgehammer on the way!
As Ojeda flips Holliday to her impending doom, the champ manages to catch enough momentum to grab the head of the challenger.
Jimmy Garcia: STOCK PLUNGE!
Gravedigger: Woah!
Jimmy Garcia: Casey Holliday pulling that corkscrew neckbreaker off from a seemingly impossible position!
Gravedigger: She throws the arm over Ojeda!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Speechless. What a display from these two!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and stttiiiilll the UCI Rising Stars Champion, Casey Holliday!!
Casey sloppily pushes up, having her hand raised and the belt handed to her as she celebrates the hard fought victory in a daze.
Gravedigger: Great showing by Ojeda! If anything’s for certain, it’s that these two ARE the future and that future is now! |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:49:59 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Cordelia Malice/Gwen Gates vs Albion Enigma/Bolas de Arena
Return to Innocence by Enigma starts playing on the background, as out of the entrance runs Albion Enigma. He stays in front of the crowd and falls on his knees, putting his hands first on the floor and then raising them up with his fists clutched. He then jumps up on his feet and gets to the ring, as he falls on his knees on the middle of the ring and lets the cheers of the crowd fill him.
Jimmy Garcia: Big tag match here at Watch the Throne between four must see stars!
Gravedigger: This is a big money match early on in the card.
Jimmy Garcia: Big money matches is definitely the theme this week, Digger!
"Smooth Criminal" starts and the crowd goes wild as the World’s 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.
Jimmy Garcia: Spider Balls is in the building!
Gravedigger: Some are dubbing this pairing “Weird Balls”. Personally, I’m still trying to wrap my head around these two as a tag team.
Cordelia Malice wearing a full length leather duster steps out to a single spotlight then the music begins to play. She is followed by her partner for the week, Gwen Gates. Cordelia’s music builds to a crescendo and she raises her head and smiles while petting her cat Misty as Gates smirks behind her. The two slowly walk down to the music and get to the ring. Cordelia puts her cat down gingerly on a stool waiting for the feline. She sits there looking around as Cordelia walks up the steps and slides under the bottom rope into the ring, followed immediately by Gwen. Cordelia removes her coat and hands it to a runner by ringside and speaks to her cat giving her commands as the two women wait for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Dangerous pairing of Gates and Malice!
Gravedigger: Looks like Gates and Albion will start this one off!
Crowd: Weird Balls! Weird Balls! Weird Balls! Weird Balls!
Jimmy Garcia: The masses seem to buy it!
Gravedigger: Kill me now.
After a quick tie up attempt, Gates throws Albion against the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Leaping clothesline from Enigma!
The crowd pops as Albion connects. He bounds off the opposite ropes, catching Gwen as she bounces back up.
Jimmy Garcia: A second leaping clothesline!
The crowd pops even louder as Albion assists a shooken up Gates to her feet, lifting her up and turning her over for the scoop slam.
Gravedigger: Gates dropping behind it!
Seizing the opportunity, Gates grabs hold of Albion’s gut, driving him forward into her own corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard shot from Malice on the outside!
Gravedigger: Roll up from behind by Gates.
1!
KICKOUT!
Bolas pounds his turnbuckle in support of his teammate as Gates gets to her feet, making a slightly theatrical tag to Malice.
Jimmy Garcia: Malice making her first showing in this one, just her second match in UCI!
Malice shoots a devilish grin around the arena as she pulls Albion towards her, delivering a few well placed punches before sending him towards his corner.
Gravedigger: Stinger Splash from Malice here!
As Cordelia connects, Bolas is forced to duck back from the impact a bit. She smiles wider as she heads back to her corner before running back to the opposing corner with her boot extended towards Albion’s face.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the head from Bolas!
Gravedigger: Headbutt from Albion to top it off and Malice goes down here.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag made to Bolas!
Bolas takes to the top rope, nodding his head as the crowd cheers him on.
Gravedigger: Bolas looking for flight.
Jimmy Garcia: Flying headbutt right to the no no parts!
Gravedigger: Bolas muff diving his opponent into the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Leg hooked by Arana!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Bolas whips around quickly, latching his arm under Cordelia’s chin.
Gravedigger: Cordelia pushing up here, these two getting back up there.
Jimmy Garcia: Hip toss from Malice!
Bolas manages to get back to his feet, but Cordelia makes it to her corner for the tag at the same time.
Gravedigger: Gates back in this, after Bolas now.
Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline attempt from Gates, but Bolas manages to spin her around here!
Gravedigger: Unprettier attempt by Bolas!
Jimmy Garcia: Gates spinning it around here!
Bolas spins her around again, hooking the arms from the front.
Gravedigger: Tigerbomb from Bolas, he has Gates up.
Jimmy Garcia: DDT! Big counter from Gates on the landing!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Big time exchange there, but Bolas stays in it!
Jimmy Garcia: Gates pulling Bolas back up, very quick on the follow through!
Bolas goes for the surprise attack, leaping up and planting his feet around the neck.
Gravedigger: Hurricanrana into the corner from Bolas.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag made to Albion!
Albion steps through the ropes as the crowd pops loud. He whips Gates into the corner who is slapped on the back by Cordelia which goes relatively unseen by Albion.
Gravedigger: Correct Answer from Albion! That just dropped Gates big time!
Jimmy Garcia: Cover by Albion!
As Albion attempts the pin, the ref tells him the downed opponent isn’t legal. Albion looks up in shock, but is caught by an incoming Cordelia Malice.
Gravedigger: Enigma pulled to his feet now.
Jimmy Garcia: Malice sends him flying into the corner!
Gravedigger: Albion accidentally taking out his own partner!
Albion stumbles back and is quickly caught by Cordelia.
Jimmy Garcia: DIVINE MALICE!
Gravedigger: Could this be it?!
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3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winners of this match, Gwen Gates and Cordelia Malice!
Jimmy Garcia: What a way to end this one!
Gravedigger: Big time players make big time moves and Cordelia Malice just picked up her first win on PPV! |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:51:39 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 13:52:12 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 14:13:23 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Barebones Match Teo Del Sol © vs Demarcus Jordan
Shining Star by Earth, Wind and Fire begins to play but no one comes out.
Gravedigger: Looks like Teo Del Sol finally showed his true colors.. yellow... and wussed out of this match against my man DeMarcus.
Jimmy Garcia: That's no way that happened. I hear there's a camera backstage let's see what's going on.
Teo Del Sol was walk towards the ring until Dr. Richard Estigo stopped him.
Dr. Estigo: Your opponent this week DeMarcus Jordan was concerned you might not be able to compete this week.
Teo Del Sol: Concerned? Yeah.. I bet he is. This is Watch the Throne and there is zero chance I'm disappointing my fans and not competing Doc! But stick around.. because DeMarcus is going to need you in a few minutes!
Teo begins walking again... and gets blasted in the back of the head with a clothesline knocking him face first into the cement!
DeMarcus Jordan: You want bare bones, Teo? I'll give you bare bones!
DeMarcus delivers the awesomeness on the cement floor backstage!
DeMarcus Jordan: So.. can he continue now?
Dr. Estigo: No! You just knocked him unconcious!
DeMarcus Jordan: That's all I needed to know. Thanks.
DeMarcus scoops up Teo's television title and walks away. #1 by Nelly blares as DeMarcus walks towards the ring holding the belt over his head and taunting the fans with it. He enters the ring and grabs the mic.
DeMarcus Jordan: Teo had an accident backstage and isn't medically cleared to compete. So raise my hand and declare me the champ!
The referee shakes his head. DeMarcus grabs him by the shirt.
DeMarcus Jordan: Either you award me the win and the title.. or I'll show you how Teo had his little accident.
The referee raises DeMarcus's hand to bullshit chants. Taylor Lorde enters the ring to make it official.
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, as a result of a forfeit.. and NEW
Crow McMorris enters the ring and snatches the mic from Taylor and the title from the referee who DeMarcus was getting to strap it around his waist.
Crow McMorris: That's not how I do things! And since I'm the general manager tonight.. that's not how you do things either! I was the first UCI world champion
Cheap pop
Crow McMorris: I won that title... in the ring! If you want to be television champion.. you met Teo Del Sol next match in the bare bones match you tried to avoid this week! And if Teo happens to have another accident on the way to the ring next week consider yourself suspended infinately.
The crowd pops again as Crow leaves with the title belt.
Gravedigger: Crow McMorris just stole the television title from DeMarcus!
Jimmy Garcia: No, he saved it from changing hands on a cheap attack.
What did you say Jimmy?
DeMarcus has lept from the ring and grabs the announcer by the throat.
DeMarcus Jordan: Say I'm the real champ! Say it! Say it!
Security finally drags DeMarcus out of the arena before he can harm the overmatched announcer.
Gravedigger: Damnit.. my dream was so close..
Jimmy sputters
Jimmy Garcia: You are both disgusting. |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 14:19:19 GMT -6
Shadowlove vs Kraven Killjoy
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, From San Marco, Texas, Kraven The King of the Hunt Killjoy!!
A loud gunshot echoes the arena followed by the trumpeting of an elephant. Few seconds later Kraven comes running out to the sound of a stampede, holding Dante up in the air. He runs around the ring a few times before rolling into it, he wraps Dante around his neck and throws his hands into the air, as a lion roar burst through the speakers.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent from right here in Chicago, Illinois, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove!
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" 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 Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. 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.
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, 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. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth 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.” shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand in an on guard, very protective, ever vigilant attack formation behind Ms. Miyamoto outside the squared-circle.
Gravedigger: Well this one fall pay per view match is underway. And we are joined on commentary by Remi.
Saint Remi: Thats Saint Remi to you, and I’m Rootin for my homeboy to demolish this small game.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh and the King of the Hunt doesn't even wait for the Half Breed to disrobe completely before jumping him from behind with a barrage of punches and kicks!
Kraven rips the rest of the jacket off as Ms. Miyamoto and her body guards scramble from the ring. Killjoys stomps on Shadowloves right arm. He goes for an arm trap elbow strike combo but Shadow reverses it after one elbow strike with a kick to the head. Both men rise to their feet and Kraven gets and irish whip on Shadowlove, Kraven runs and bounces off an adjacent ropes, colliding in the center of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: That was like a train wreck Digger!
Saint Remi: Hell YA Bro!
Gravedigger: Hell ya now go for the pin you idiot!!
Kraven only gets a two count before lifting Shadowlove up again, but SL brings Kraven to the mat with an armbar. Kraven scratches and claws his way to the ropes getting a rope break. Shadow love distracts the ref as Ms. Miyamoto Sprays the Asian mist into the hunter's eyes.
Gravedigger: Haha Fuck ya! I love it when she does that, just wish she wore less clothes.
Jimmy Garcia: Guess it's to much to ask for you to go one night with being respectful huh?
Saint Remi: I may need leave commentary soon that keeps up.
Kraven rolls into the ring and is instantly put in a kimura lock. Kraven screams loudly and struggles to get near the ropes but instead the large man powers up and slams Shadowlove down hard into the mat, then falls exhausted to the mat as well.
Remi: Ya! You see that power!
Gravedigger: Your boy is going be counted out.
Jimmy Garcia: Both men are at a 5 count now!
Both men get up on the 7 count. And Kraven grasp SL and slams him hard in a powerslam into a pin.
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Kickout! Shadowlove kicks out and Kraven immediately mounts him and headbutts him followed by mounted punches to Shadows face. A red tint comes to the taller man’s face as he powers up into a spinebuster.
Gravedigger: Haha your boy done fucked up Remi.
Remi: Huh? I was busy tweeting Bonnie Blue, what happened?
Jimmy Garcia: Kraven busted open the half breed.
Remi: Guess he ain't so handsome now eh?
Meanwhile in the ring Shadowlove has nailed Kraven into the corner with a Enziguri, and is pelting him with punches. After ten temple punches the Half breed dismounts and takes few steps back before charging into a big boot.
Remi: Never count the king of the hunt out!
Jimmy Garcia: but he only got a two count the Remi!
Kraven is up and taking the pad from the turnbuckle as the ref checks Shadowloves pretty bloody face. Kraven pushes aside the ref and drags the man to the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Exploder suplex into the exposed corner!
Gravedigger: Hell Yea this whole night has been great and its only going to get better from here!
Remi: Ya my boy, Kraven bout to win this match!
Remi goes back to his phone as Kraven goes to pin the prone man but is rolled up into a small package.
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2
Remi: Whoa! Come on Krav that was too damn close!
Gravedigger: You don't actually think he is going to win to you?
Jimmy Garcia: Guys look now! Shadowlove has Kraven in another armbar, he has been working that arm all night!
Kraven rolls the armbar into a pining position that gets him a 2 and a half. Kraven stand shaking the arm then whips Shadowlove into the corner as he sets himself up in the opposite corner.
Gravedigger: Ha that stupid fuck just charged the turnbuckle!
Remi: Man, Bonnie hasn't tweeted back yet, Wait Kraven hasn't won this yet? Come on big guy!
Jimmy Garcia: Kraven went for that Shoulder tackle in the corner but Shadowlove moved and now has Kraven set up for the Dark Gift!
Remi: Awe but my bud, Kraven had it scouted and is going for the Bag in tag short arm…
Gravedigger: Naw, Kraven's been planted by the The Seductive Handsomeness!
Shadowlove goes for a pin, gets a two count. He goes for another, 2 and half. He tries once more and gets a two count before Kraven pounces up like an agile cat, and the two lock eyes. The two alpha males exchange fist, Kraven's nose bust open but they continue to punch kick and elbow. Shadowlove gets an advantage and kicks Kraven in the testicles, followed by the bionic elbow. Kraven stumbles back angered, then flattens the opposition with a series of three rapid fire stiff clotheslines. Kraven charges in for another and is planted with a snap scoop powerslam
Jimmy Garcia: These two are going all out, will who will come out on top?
Remi: The Movement that's who.
Gravedigger: Not a one can do anything of importance, you jumped The Guardians and that’s where your relevance ended.
Remi: You want relevance…
Remi slams his headset on the table as he marches to the ring side Kyodai and Shatei, cut him off at ringside but he lays the two them out with superkicks. Then Ms. Miyamoto goes to slap him and Remi blocks it, and blows her a kiss. Shadowlove distracted with all this is rolled up.
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Shadow kicks out as Remi and Ms. Miyamoto are getting into a shouting match on the outside. Shadowlove knocks Kraven down a series of ramming headbutts.
Gravedigger: Man whats the fool think he is proving yelling back and forth with Ms. Miyamoto?
Jimmy Garcia: Umm I dont know but meanwhile Kraven and Shadowlove are exchanging move for move in the cneter of the ring, these to apex wrestlers are just about equals!
Shadowlove shoves Kraven’s head under his pit then snaps down onto his back. His opponent’s head is spiked leaving him upside down on the canvas about two seconds. Kraven timbers over onto his back leaving Shadowlove to score the pin after hitting The Dark Gift!
Jimmy Garcia: THE DARK GIFT! THE FINISHING MOVE OF SHADOWLOVE, HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
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Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Shadowlove!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove has proven he’s back in UCI and has scored a victory over Kraven Killjoy. That’s my boy Shadowlove! |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 14:24:34 GMT -6
Segment
The arena was filled with the chatter and the buzz from the fans in attendance. Each of them were on the edge of their seat waiting for the next bit of action to take place. So far Watch the Throne had been delivering when it came to the action and sure enough it had those in attendance pleased. In that very moment the opening guitar riffs to “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed proceeded to start filling the speakers within the arena. Hearing that song had quickly garnered a response from the crowd. The response was quite a bit of confusion. Fans looking around at one another not having heard the music before and truly making them all wonder what any of this meant
Jimmy Garcia: What the hell is going on here? Do you anything about this guys?
Seconds later the cameras had cut to the entrance way and the curtain could be seen being peeled to the side. That’s when a man could be seen walking out onto the stage. He had an all black zip-up hoodie on in which the hood was up and with his head being tilted down slightly. His facial features couldn’t be seen which meant that no one in the crowd could make out who he was. That alone was starting to frustrate the fans but they all continued to look on in pure confusion. Slowly but surely this mystery person began to make his way down the ramp. In a matter of moments he reached the ring apron and quickly pulled himself up on the apron.
Saint Remi: Looks like Wolverine.
Lifting his left leg over the middle rope, this mystery person ducked under the bottom rope and proceeded to allow themselves into the ring. Using the smallest gesture of their hand which was made very clear that whomever this person was. They were calling for a microphone. Only for one to be brought to him by the ring announcer several seconds later. With the microphone in hand, the music began to die down as the fans sat there starting to silence themselves. For no other reason they were interested in what this human being had to say.
Unknown: “This is United Championship Infinite huh?”
The deep voice that escaped this person echoed throughout the entire arena. Fans still found themselves continuing to remain silent. Attempting to get a feel for what was going on before them.
Unknown: “This is the place where everyone wants to be. This is the place that people thrive to be the best. This is the place where those that climb the top of the mountain are those that truly deserve it. This is the place where fans can’t wait to buy their tickets for each and every week. Hmmm, is that about right? Is that the UCI that I’m referring to?”
From those few words it sounded like there was a little bit of sarcasm in this man’s voice more than anything at all. In which was starting to get a little bit of a negative response by those that were sitting in their seats.
Unknown: “If UCI is a place of greatness. If UCI is a place in which dreams come true. If UCI is the place where the best of the best exist. Then please answer me one question... Why have I never heard of a single person on this goddamn roster?!”
His tone suddenly got aggressive.
Unknown: “Why the hell have I never heard of the man that's supposedly running this company? Tell me why the hell I have never heard of the names Kevin Bishop, Celeste Mallory, and Andre Holmes until I decided to sign my name to the company? How come I had to hear about UCI through social media rather than hearing of the company because of the noise it makes in the wrestling world? Can any of you ignorant fools answer that for me?”
On that note the fans in attendance found themselves starting to respond in a major way. Boos were coming from nearly every single person that was in attendance. Then all of the sudden the man found himself grabbing a hold of the hood to his hoodie and yanking it off his head. As soon as he had done that. There was a collective gasp from the entire audience. Almost like they couldn't believe what they were seeing at that very moment. This man turned out to be a man that was known around the wrestling business. He was the one they called "The Man of Liberty" Damien Kingston. He looked around at the shocked faces of the crowd which proceeded to bring some joy to his black heart.
Gravedigger: Yeah I know that dude! It's Damien Kingston, he's here in UCI!
With the initial shock wearing off the boos began to start up again. An arrogant smirk placed all over his lips with Kingston bringing the microphone back up to speak.
Damien Kingston: “Of course none of you can answer that question for me. Because there isn't an answer other than the fact that UCI isn't nearly as good as the people running it and the people that exist in it think they are. Names like Bishop, Mallory, and Holmes wouldn't stand a chance outside of these walls. They would have gotten demolished in my era. And as of this very moment. Those names are no longer names. As of this moment. Those names no longer mean anything to UCI. As of this moment, I - the man of liberty and the savior to professional wrestling - Damien Kingston has officially become all that UCI has and all that UCI needs!”
Those words did nothing but further upset the fans in attendance. Kingston unbothered by their boos and unbothered by their comments that were starting to be thrown in his direction.
Damien Kingston: “I decided to come of retirement because this business needs me more now than ever. This business has gotten worse in the last two years. It's filled with people that are just pretending to be wrestlers. Filled with people that are greener than grass. Filled with people that have zero respect and zero honor for this business. As a matter of fact, there's not a single person on this roster that blows me. Not a single person on this roster that speaks volumes and makes me believe they belong here. Not a single person that will do anything great or even be remembered for their time in this business. Which is exactly why it's gong to be easy for me to run through person after person until I've got that UCI World Heavyweight Championship around my waist...”
His lips continued to curve into that nasty smirk of his.
Damien Kingston: “The moment that I stand in this ring and hoist that championship over my head is going to be the very moment that United Championship Infinite will be a company that can be considered legit in the world of professional wrestling. When that championship becomes mind, it'll be at that moment that this company and that championship actually means something. Until that happens UCI is shit. UCI is worthless. UCI is the scum at the bottom of the barrel. No one will ever take this company serious as long as the most worthless people that have ever existed in this business have a strangle hold on this company. And you know what? I get it. I get that it's going to upset you. I get it'll piss you off. I get that it'll hurt your feelings and make you feel some kind of way. But at the same time there's not a goddamn thing you or anyone else can do about it!”
Shaking his head from side to side with that smirk still very visible. Knowing that he was putting the fans in a position where they couldn't do anything. Much like he claimed there was nothing anyone on the roster could do about it and that in itself was going to make him public enemy number one, but one would have to assume he had already prepared himself for such.
Damien Kingston: “Mark my words ladies and gentlemen. I will either bring UCI the liberty that this company deserves, or I'll do everything in my power to bring this company to death!”
As soon as those words left his lips. Kingston flipped the microphone out of his hand and let it hit the mat with a loud thud. Sure enough nearly every single fan had gotten out of their seat and was booing him with all their might. "The Vengeful One" by Disturbed began to play over the arena's speakers for a second time. Kingston ignoring the hate that he was getting as he marched right on over to the ring ropes and then dropped down rolling out of the ring. His feet landing on the floor to which he began to make his way up that ramp rather slowly with the crowd booing him with all their might.
Jimmy Garcia: Damien Kingston has arrived in UCI and made his statement clear on Watch The Throne. Whoever has been paying attention in the back, now they got a new face for fresh competition! We'll be right back! |
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 14:26:27 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jan 31, 2017 14:27:41 GMT -6
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