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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 22:52:12 GMT -6
Introduction
The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived by Weezer begins to play as
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, I hate this guy.
Gravedigger: You either show proper respect to Paul Rudd or I will force you to do so.
Sebastion Reid: Never took you as the type of man who would kiss up to Hollywood types.
Gravedigger: Kiss up to him hardly. But the man hates the Guardians even more then I do so that's good enough for me!
Paul Rudd walks towards the ring, a big shit eating grin on his face, an expensive suit on his body, loud boos from the fans. Paul Rudd ignores them swinging a firmilar looking black doctor's bag beside him.
Jimmy Garcia: That looks an awful lot like the bag the rumored to be deceased Alex Richards used to carry around.
Gravedigger: If he's mocking that then I'm suddenly an even bigger Paul Rudd fan. This guy is great!
Sabastion Reid: It takes more then a prop to impress me.
Paul Rudd gets into the ring and pulls a microphone from the doctor's bag and begins to speak.
Paul Rudd: There have been wrestling stables before, there have been wrestling managers before. But there will be none after! Because no one will want to follow the manager of champions! The king of Cannes! Last week was merely an introduction! This week.. this week you witness the birth of a new stable... The Evil Empire!
The crowd boos this.
Paul Rudd: Now you idiots are probably wondering. Why would anyone join the Evil Empire? Simple! I am the Greatest Manager who ever lived! I can lead absolutely anyone to victory!
More boos.
Paul Rudd: Oh.. you don't believe me? Last week I managed a hall of fame world champion wrestler. In my first week a world champion saw the benefit of having me in their corner. But he's too good. He's too good to prove my point. So this week.. this week I set up another match.
Taylor Lorde: Currently on his way to the ring, from the Surbarbs, weighing exactly what John Cena weighs, here is.. Jon Seena!
Can't Touch This by MC Hammer plays as Jon walks towards the ring mic in hand attempting to free style rap about his opponent.
Jon Seena: Yo baby yo baby yo! Yo baby yo baby yo! Yo
The sound guy thankfully turns up the music to drown the awful out.. although his theme song is just as awful. He gets in the ring and stares down Paul Rudd.
Jon Seena: You can't peep me!
Paul Rudd: You went with that? That's your line. I told you you could say one line. You chose that? That makes you sound like a creepy predator!
Jon Seena: I gotta be me dawg.
Paul Rudd: And that's you? The Bed Invader?
Jon Seena: Remember the bargain man, you said you was gonna help me win?
Paul Rudd: Actually no. You're not bad enough. As sad as that sounds. To truly prove how elite I am as a manager I need someone far far closer to the bottom of the barrel then you. So..
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent.. oh forget the fancy enterance. Adorable Adriana Lynch!
The 8-Bit Version of the Cheetahman theme begins to play and the crowd is literally shocked into silence as Lynch comes to the ring being pushed in a stroller. She is wearing her trademark diaper and sports bra combo along with her braces.
Jimmy Garcia: Kill me now.
Gravedigger: Normally I would but I don't want to have to call anymore of this match then I have to.
Sabastion Reid: What is this?
Jimmy Garcia: Trust me you don't want to know.
Adriana Lynch: Jon Seena.. you fall down and go boom!
Paul Rudd: Seriously? This is what I have to work with. Please tell me that was not your best line.
Adriana thinks for a minute then tries again.
Adriana Lynch: I'm the baby gotta love me.
Paul Rudd: That I approve of. Dinosaurs was genius. The big, fat, stupid guy destroys the world. That story speaks to me.
Gravedigger: The opening bell sounds and you know what you're the rookie Reid you call it.
Sebastion Reid: Fine. They lock up and Jon applies a hammerlock and now he's spanking Lynch. Why? You call it Garcia, you're the bitch.
Jimmy Garcia: I don't want to call it either. Drop toe hold by Seena now he's slapping around Adriana as Paul Rudd screams instruction at Lynch from the outside.
Gravedigger: He shouldn't waste his breathe. Adriana is hopeless. Jon shoots her off of the ropes and powerslams the baby.
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2..
Sebastion Reid: Damnit she kicked out. That means it isn't over.
Gravedigger: Lynch rolls out of the ring and now Paul Rudd is reading her the riot act trying to motivate her.
Jimmy Garcia: Jon rolls out and slams her on the floor! He tosses Lynch back in seemingly looking for the finish. He does his you can't touch this taunt which makes absolutely no sense.
Sabastion Reid: Paul Rudd is up on the ring apron now. Why is he distracting the ref?
Gravedigger: This is called doing your job as a manager. And look at that. Adriana just threw baby powder in the eyes of Jon Seena! That's what he was planning on the floor! See, the man is a master strategist!
Jimmy Garcia: Fameasser by Adriana now! She makes a co ver.
1..
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kick out from Seena!
Gravedigger: Lynch lands a dropkick! It looks like she's going up top. Much much too slowly. She leaps but her attempted cross body is batted aside by Seena. Jon locks in an STF.
Sebastion Reid: I believe he calls that the STFU.
Gravedigger: Who gives a fuck?
Sabastion Reid: Good point.
Jimmy Garcia: Paul Rudd just pushed the bottom rope over to Adriana. The referee didn't see it and demands Jon break the hold.
Jon Seena: I put the Fuck back into the STF.
Referee: I don't care. If you don't break the hold I will disqualify you. 1-2-3-4-
Jimmy Garcia: Jon breaks the hold just before the disqualification. Paul Rudd may have saved Adriana from submissing to that hold but it doesn't look like it helped her much. As Jon sets up the adult baby for the Fuck. Can we say that move on television?
Gravedigger: We say a lot of things you can't say on television. And Paul Rudd just tripped up Jon in mid move. Jon turns to yell at Rudd who proclaims his innocence.
Sebastion Reid: Jon better keep his focus on the match. Ohh.. too late. That's the.. I'm not even going to say the name of Adriana Lynch's sit out facebuster.
Jimmy Garcia: Fine. I will. That's the diaper rush and it leads to a three count for the adorable one.
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of this match, Adorable Adriana Lynch!
Lynch lays on the mat recovering from the match as Paul Rudd enters the ring, gets the referee to raise his hand then begins to speak.
Paul Rudd: Did you see that people? Did you see what I just did? I'm 2 and 0 as a manager in the UCI! I just led this piece of human garbage to a victory in the UCI! This is what I offer as the manager of the Evil Empire! I have the mind.. and my people they have the talent to dominate. Now.. Lynch.. whatever you are.. get out of my ring!
Adriana Lynch gets to her feet and looks at Paul questioningly.
Paul Rudd: I said get out of my ring!
Adriana Lynch: But you said I could join.
Paul Rudd: You really think I was going to give you the honor of being the first member of the Evil Empire? I think not! The charter member, the first member of the soon to be greatest stable in the history of UCI, he would wipe the floor with you! This man is soon to be known as one of... if not the greatest star ever to grace the ring!
Adriana grabs Paul by the suit collar. The crowd cheers egging on Adriana to hit Paul who begs off.
Paul Rudd: Fine.. fine.. I'm leaving.
Paul begins to leave the ring as Adriana raises her hands, enjoying her victory. Only to have Paul attack from behind reaching into the doctor's bag and pulling out an academy award! He nails Lynch in the skull koing her from behind then pushes Lynch from the ring with his well polished shoe.
Paul Rudd: You dare put your hands on an academy award winning icon?
Jimmy Garcia: He never actually won an academy award.
Gravedigger: You want to say that to his face? Hey Paul!
Paul Rudd: You see how easily I dispatched a professional wrestler, using solely my brain? Imagine the damage I will do with a real man, a real champion alongside me. UCI.. you have kept this man down long enough. It is time for him to rise up and take what he deserves! I introduce to you..
Paul laughs.
Paul Rudd: This is not the stage. No.. I know how to draw national attention. We will make our statement at the biggest stage of them all.. At Beyond!
The Greatest Man That Ever Lived by Weezer plays again and the crowd lets Paul Rudd have it with massive boos as he makes his exit.
Sabastion Reid: What does this guy have in store for beyond?
Gravedigger: I don't know Reid, but I do know this. Whoever aligned with Paul Rudd is a wise man and is clearly headed straight to the top!
Jimmy Garcia: Wait, hold on. How do you know anyone would join up with Paul Rudd?
Sebastion Reid: Good point. I know I wouldn't trust him.
Gravedigger: That's why you guys aren't legends of wrestling like I am.
Bolas de Arana Segment
"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.
Bolas reaches his hand out through the ropes, accepting the microphone offered to him by one of the ringside crewmembers. He gestures for the crowd to quiet down, which they do out of respect.
Random crowd member: I LOVE YOU BOLAS!!!
Bolas de Arana: And I love you, random crowd member!
The crowd bursts out laughing but soon quiets down as they see their favorite jackass sigh dejectedly.
Bolas de Arana: But we have a problem, a BIG problem! UCI’s first ever Beyond Pay-Per-View is coming up, and it’s promising to be the biggest show in the company's history…
He pauses as the crowd yells out their approval of his statement.
Bolas de Arana: BUT, and this is a very big butt, like that of a child star’s mother; yours truly, Bolas de Arana, has no match on the card!
A loud chorus of boos echo out across the arena, the crowd apparently never having heard anything quite so awful.
Bolas de Arana: I know, right? But fear not, for I walked into Spencer’s office and proposed a way to solve this, one he was only too happy to accept!
Bolas walks over to the edge of the ring, grabbing a clipboard offered to him by a staff member before lifting it into the air, showing it off like the holy grail.
Bolas de Arana: This, right here, is a contract for a match at Beyond; there are two lines for the competitors to sign, one of which I have already filled out with my own signature.
He holds up the clipboard, his hand obscuring the other line, but giving the camera a clear view of what one would have to assume is a sketch of a pair of testicles.
Reid: A-are we allowed to show that?
‘Digger: Have you even seen what kind of shit we have on this show? Yeah, I’m pretty sure we can show it.
Bolas de Arana: Now I’m sure you’re all wondering who has signed the other line, and I intend to answer that right away, the answer is….
He moves his hand, revealing the rest of the paper
Bolas de Arana: ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!
The crowd gasps, a few people even start cheering before they realize what was said, then they start murmuring, this was clearly not what they were expecting.
Bolas de Arana: Yes, I have yet to find an opponent for me this time, but I figured that this was the best way to find one, by announcing the ‘BEYOND OPEN-BALLS CHALLENGE’!!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Bolas de Arana: So anyone that want to fight the world’s favorite jackass next week at Beyond, come out here and help me prove that BEYOND! IS! BALLS!!!
The crowd cheers and everyone, including Bolas, turns to the ramp, waiting to see who will accept.
Some time passes, the tension rising in the audience, before the lights suddenly turn off, the entire arena going pitch-black.
A snapping of fingers is heard, a flame suspended over a hand appearing on the titantron.
‘Digger: This shit again, who is this fucking faggot?
Garcia: I think I have an idea, but I suppose we’ll find out now!
The flame is moved off screen, the view panning upward as it grows in brightness, revealing the head of a man gazing down, only the top of a head covered in thick, black hair visible. Well… Thick, black hair and a pair of black cat ears, twitching slightly.
A few high-pitched, female-sounding screams are heard as some people piece it together, only to be replaced by a roar as the head snaps up, revealing a brightly smiling, young, Asian boy.
Kuno Kenji: Nyaaa!~
“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 ears perking up at the ruckus.
Gravedigger: NO, FUCK, NO! WHY IS THIS FAGGOT BACK, RETIRING HIM WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING JENSON DID!
Not quite anticipating the crowds overwhelming reaction, Kuno hides his blushing face in his hands, drawing several "Aww"s from the audience.
As the vocals of the song kick in Kuno manages to forget about how terrifying he finds the crowd as he skips down to the ring, head moving from side to side in sync with the music as he sings along.
Upon reaching the ring, Kuno jumps onto the apron and looks around before slingshotting into the ring and doing a cartwheel when he lands, rolling around into a cat-like stretch and letting out a soft "Nya~" as he stares right up at a rather shocked Bolas, who slowly raises the microphone to his mouth as the upbeat music fades out.
Bolas tries to start speaking but realizes the crowd is still too loud for him to be heard. Kuno walks over to the ropes and gestures for a microphone of his own, he raises it to his lips, waiting a few seconds for the crowd to quiet down.
Kuno Kenji: Hello again, UCI Universe and fellow MOE STARS!~
The crowd, again, go apeshit.
Kuno Kenji: I was just backstage visiting a close friend who works on the set, but when I heard what Bolas-san was offering I knew I just had to come back!~
Bolas holds up his hand, trying to make things slow down enough to let him think.’
Bolas de Arana: Wait, wait, wait...
Kuno turns to the masked luchador, a huge smile still on his face from the bliss of returning.
Bolas de Arana: ...weren’t you retired, are you even allowed to be out here? Don’t get me wrong, I’m stoked to see you again, but…
He is cut off by Kuno flicking his middle finger into Bolas’s forehead.
Kuno Kenji: Silly Arana-san~ Do you think the production staff would have played my music if I wasn’t allowed out here if?
Bolas shrugs then turns to the crowd
Bolas de Arana: Well I can’t argue with that, so there is just one last thing to check… DO YOU ALL WANT TO SEE “KUNO KENJI VERSUS BOLAS DE ARANA” AT BEYOND?!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Bolas turns back to Kuno, and you can practically see the smile below his mask, he holds out the clipboard to Kuno.
Bolas de Arana: Well why don’t we make this official, if you’re still in the shape you quit in I need to get practicing!
Kuno rips the pen out of the holder on the clipboard, he looks around for something to brace it against so that he can write, only to have Bolas turn around and offer him his back.
Kuno signs his name, the camera zooms in to show his dotting the ‘I’s with little cat faces, both competitors then shake hands and share some quiet but competitive words as they glance around at the ecstatic crowd before they both depart the ring, walking up the ramp at the even pace, casually conversing.
When they reach the top, Kuno gestures for Bolas to go on ahead, Kuno turns around, looking around at the cheering crowd with tears in his eyes, he mouths “thank you” before turning and walking off the ramp.
Garcia: Well, that was certainly something…
Gravedigger: It was a tragedy, that’s what it was!
Reid: I’m happy to see Kuno back, although I’m not entirely sure how he got out the retirement clause in his last match, but the crowd doesn’t seem to care!
They certainly don’t, still chanting “Welcome back” as the screen fades out for the commercial break.
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 22:54:28 GMT -6
Biff Mustache vs Bad News Brawler
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… BAD NEWS BRAWLER!
Gravedigger: I feel like I AM this guy. He’s got it all, charisma, looks…
Sebastian Reid: A low IQ, and no friends… I think you might be right there, Digger!
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent… BIFF MUSTACHE!
Gravedigger: I’ve got myself a ticket to Mustache Manor this weekend. I hear that Mustache rides are free. I’m not sure what that means but I think it’ll be fun.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Mustache is distracted by a girl in the front row. He poses to her as she swoons back to him.
Sebastian Reid: This man surely is a ladies man, but he probably should be focusing more on Brawler than the ladies right now.
Bad News Brawler comes from behind and delivers a hard forearm to the back of Mustache’s head driving him hard to the mat. He lifts Biff to his feet by the back of the head, tosses him to the ropes and delivers a lariat clothesline knocking him hard back to the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Brawler is just that, a pure and bona fide fighter. And I don’t think Mr. Mustache was ready for such violence as UCI has to offer.
Mustache begs off, asking for a time out. Brawler pushes past the referee and is met with a thumb to the eyes sending him reeling backwards.
Gravedigger: A thumb to the eyes, the ultimate equalizer. My forte back in the day. Ah, I remember when I was a young black boy growing up in the ghetto…
Mustache gets up and goes on the offensive. Delivering a punch to the head, followed by another one. He throws Brawler into the ropes and delivers a perfectly executed dropkick to his jaw knocking him down hard. Then again, he walks over to the side of the ring where the woman is sitting ringside and starts posing to her again.
Jimmy Garcia: He’s gotta keep his head in the game. Brawler is getting back to his feet.
Brawler sneaks up behind Mustache, turns him around and lifts him on his shoulders. He spins around and delivers a powerslam. The crowd starts to rumble and shout as a person makes his way to the front.
Sebastain Reid: Who is that mustached gentleman.
Gravedigger: I’m not sure but he looks rather buff…
He goes next to the woman that Biff has been courting all night and pushes her to her seat. Brawler looks down at the injustice and gets to his feet breaking the pin count. He shouts at the Buff Mustached man right before he is met with a low blow and a rollup.
The referee counts the pin. Biff Mustache repeatedly punches Brawler in the groin while rolled up and the referee’s eyes are focused on his shoulders.
1…2…3!!!
*DING DING*
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match… BIFF MUSTACHE!
Gravedigger: Mustache Manor will be bumpin’ this weekend after that victory!
Biff shouts towards the Buff Mustached man and walks up to him. He gives him the worst looking punch anyone has ever seen and the man sells it like he’s been hit with a gunshot. Biff then reaches his hand out to the scorned woman and helps her to her feet. She smiles as he motions for her to go backstage with him. He helps her over the barricade and begins to walk her backstage, but not without doing a super-secret mustache handshake with the other man before they part ways.
Sebastian Reid: Oh god, it’s becoming an epidemic. Mustaches everywhere! |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 22:58:18 GMT -6
Cordelia Malice vs Damien Kingston
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, form Helltown, Ohio… CORDELIA MALICE!
Cordelia Malice wearing a full length leather duster steps out to a single spotlight then the music begins to play. It builds to a crescendo and she raises her head and smiles while petting her cat Misty. She slowly walks down to the music and gets to the ring. She puts her cat down gingerly on a stool waiting for the feline. She sits there looking around as Cordelia walks up the steps and climbs under the bottom rope into the ring. She removes her coat and hands it to a runner by ringside and speaks to her cat giving her commands as she waits for the match to begin.
Gravedigger: This bitch wants respect and she has been damn well demanding it as of late.
Sebastian Reid: Her record speaks for itself, if only we could see more of her.
Gravedigger: You’re preaching to the choir, though her clothes do already leave little to the imagination with how tight they are.
Sebastian Reid: I mean more of her in action. She’s impressed the hell outta me as of late. I would like to see her compete more.
Gravedigger: Potato… Potahto.
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent… the MAN OF LIBERTY- DAMIEN KINGSTON!
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. 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 those in attendance and it wasn’t a very good response by any means, In fact the boos were getting so loud that it was beginning to drown out the music. Only a few short seconds later did the self proclaimed “Man of Liberty” himself, Damien Kingston come walking out on stage.
He had an all black zipup hoodie with the hood up. Making his way to the center of the stage he proceeded to drop down on both of his knees. Remaining there for just a couple of seconds before both of Kingston’s arms proceeded to raise up on either side of him. Along with that Kingston began to tilt his head back a little bit as well. Almost like he was forcing the audience to bask in his glory. Maybe even implying that they should bow down before him. As one should have expected the boos proceeded to just get louder. On cue Kingston pushed himself up to his feet and began to walk down the ramp.
Keeping his hood up and a glare in his eyes while he gave some of the fans on the ramp way some of the dirtiest looks anyone had ever seen. After reaching the ringside area Kingston pulled himself up on the apron. Standing up and making his way towards the nearest corner. That’s where he proceeded to climb the ropes on the outside all the way up to the second rung of ropes. Reaching up and yanking his hood off. He slowly raised his hands in the air as the crowd responded with heavier and louder boos. All of which seemed to unphase the man. Kingston then leaped from the top rope into the ring. Unzipping his hoodie with his music starting to fade out and business was about to pick up.
Gravedigger: Perhaps the best all-around competitor in the company today!
Sebastian Reid: After commanding the locker room’s respect after his first matchup he’s been feeling ignored and underappreciated, feeling that he is above this company. There’s no arguing his ability but when push comes to shove you gotta prove it in the ring. I’m not rooting for him, but I’m certainly not rooting against him. I like a wrestler with a little fire, and he’s burning AF.
The referee calls for the bell. Malice and Kingston engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Kingston gets Malice in a side headlock. Malice sends Kingston off the ropes. Malice falls to her stomach. Kingston hops over her. Malice pops up and sends Kingston down with a shoulder tackle. They repeat the sequence again, this time with the roles reversed. Kingston sends Malice down with a shoulder tackle. Kingston goes off the ropes again, hops over Malice, but this time Malice gives him a snap scoop powerslam and covers.
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Malice immediately transitions into a chin lock. Kingston isn’t in the move for long and sends Malice off the ropes. Kingston attempts a clothesline but Malice grabs the arm, swings her body around Kingston, hooks his other arm with his legs, and rolls Kingston up in a crucifix pin.
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Kingston kicks out but Malice slaps him right across the face.
Malice: DESERVE TO BE IGNORED! FUCK YOU!
Malice comes off the ropes and runs toward Kingston but Kingston throws Malice over the top rope. Malice, however, lands with her feet on the apron. Kingston attempts to spear Malice off the apron but Malice dodges it. Kingston crashes to the floor. When Kingston gets to his feet, Malice jumps off the apron with a rolling senton. Malice poses for the crowd. The crowd cheers in approval.
Sebastian Reid: Cordelia Malice wants to move up the ladder. Beating Kingston will certainly catapult her there.
Gravedigger: Don’t get too cocky like Malice is right now. It’s not about what happens during the match. It’s about what happens at the end of it.
Malice sends Kingston into the ring steps before rolling him back in the ring. He gets Kingston in the corner and gives him a few right hands before Irish whipping him into the opposite corner. Malice charges but Kingston gets a boot up, followed by a one handed bulldog. He stomps on Malice a few times. He picks Malice up and holds him in a front face lock while he drives his knee into Malice’s face a few times. He lets go and Malice falls to the mat. Kingston comes off the ropes and drops a delayed knee into Malice’s sternum. Then, he begins choking Malice. The ref gets to four before he lets go but immediately goes back to choking his opponent. The ref counts to four again and Kingston lets go. He gets Malice to this feet and brings him to the corner, where he gives him a series of chops. Malice gets out of the corner but Kingston sends him off the ropes and drives a knee into Malice’s gut. Kingston comes off the ropes and goes to kick Malice, but simultaneously grabs the leg and rolls backward, locking Kingston in a half Boston crab. The crowd cheers.
Sebastian Reid: What a counter!
Kingston reaches for the ropes.
Sebastian Reid: Malice has got that crab locked in tight.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but Kingston’s not giving up!
Jimmy Garcia: I can’t help but to think that this is to loosen him up for the Malice Lock. This move isn’t being used to win the match, but wear down her opponent.
Kingston crawls towards the rope and grabs the bottom one. The ref counts to four before Malice lets go. Malice looks frustrated but quickly pulls Kingston away from ropes attempts another crab, but this time Kingston kicks Malice away. Malice falls to her back and rolls backward, only for Kingston to sweep her legs. Kingston turns with his back towards the corner and catapults Malice into the corner, but Malice lands on the second rope and jumps off with a reverse diving crossbody. Kingston catches her, falls, and rolls through it in order to get Malice in a pinning attempt.
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Kickout
They both immediately get up and Malice eats a super kick. Malice stumbles. Kingston runs off the ropes and delivers a shoulder tackle sending Malice hard on the floor. He runs off the other side and delivers a big splash on the downed opponent. He then lifts her by the hair, with the ref counting to 5 for him to let go. He does with a big tug of the hair sending her hard to her back again.
Jimmy Garcia: Now Kingston with a few hard moves regaining control of this match.
Sebastian Reid: Kingston was able to overcome the emotional onslaught that Malice was bringing. One can’t help but thing that the longer this match goes the more it favors Kingston.
Kingston stomps on Malice’s leg. Then the other leg. He stomps strategically around the outstretched limbs of Cordelia Malice who can hardly move other than to tend to her injured appendages. He again pulls her to her feet by her hair as the referee admonishes him. He throws her into the ropes and delivers a clothesline.
But Malice ducks it and bounces off the other side, faster than before. She returns with a flying forearm to Kingston laying him out.
Jimmy Garcia: Perhaps one last ditch effort for Malice. Will it be enough?
Both wrestlers lay exhausted on the canvas as the ref administers a ten count. At 9, both get to their feet and start exchanging punches. The crowd does the “Boo! Yah!” chant- “boo” for Kingston, “yah” for Malice.
Sebastian Reid: It’s only been a few weeks, but these fans are solidly behind Malice.
Kingston gets the advantage and sends Malice off the ropes, but Malice reverses and bends down like she’s going to monkey flip her opponent, but Kingston goes to kick Malice in the face. However, Malice grabs his foot and wiggles her finger as if to say “no, no, no.” She sweeps the other leg and catapults Kingston, who gets clotheslined onto the top rope. Kingston doesn’t go down, though, holding on to the top rope to try to stay on his feet (although he’s struggling).Malice walks over to Kingston, kicks him in the gut, and grabs him by the head with her back to his chest.
Sebastian Reid: Here comes Divine Malice!
Gravedigger: But why is she wasting time?!
Sebastian Reid: She’s tired!
Malice gets ready run towards the ropes for the springboard, but Kingston pulls Malice by the hair and drops her hard on her back again. He stacks her up for a pin but has his feet on the ropes.
Sebastian Reid: Wait a minute!
1…
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3!!!
NO!
The referee sees Kingston’s feet on the ropes and stops the count. The Kingston shouts at the referee and gets in his face. Just as that happens Malice returns the favor with a solid rollup and the referee drops down for the pin.
1…
2…
3!!!
YES!
The referee calls for the bell.
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match… CORDELIA MALICE!
The bell has hardly rung before Kingston gets to his feet and clotheslines Malice hard to the mat and delivers stunning strikes to her before the referee pulls him off of her. Malice gets to her feet too and the referee stands between the two trying to maintain order.
Suddenly the crowd roars as DeMarcus Jordan and Ray Burnett burst through the crowd and slide under the bottom rope. They attack Malice from behind as Kingston exits wih a devious smirk on his face, staying out of the post-match festivities.
And the two gang members are relentless on Malice as she can hardly do anything but cover up.
Jimmy Garcia: Someone call somebody. This has gone on long enough.
The crowd roars again as Bonnie Blue bursts through the curtain full speed with a kendo stick and runs towards the ring. She swings wildly nailing Burnett who falls down and then swings again at Jordan who rolls out of the ring before getting struck. Burnett follows suit and Jordan consoles his injured partner. Malice finally gets to her feet and sees Bonnie with the stick in her hand.
Malice squares up ready to fight Bonnie as the crowd tries to shout their disapproval at this. Bonnie hands Malice the stick and points down at Burnett and Jordan and it appears that she connects the dots.
Just then Chris Hardwick comes out and stops everything.
Chris Hardwick: Hold on, hold on. I wasn’t named Overload General Manager just to sit on my sweet behind back there and watch you all. I’m here to make the tough choices, and the way I see it, from the way things have been panning out the past few weeks it appears that we have a situation on our hands. It appears that Ray Burnett and DeMarcus Jordan continue to use their numbers advantage to take advantage of poor little Cordelia Malice there.
Malice shouts at Hardwick for calling her ‘poor little’ but he ignores it and moves forward.
Chris Hardwick: Easy there, Cordelia. I’m here to do you a favor. Spencer has told me about your conversation with him, and it appears that the higher ups see it fit to grant your request. So at Beyond it will be Cordelia Malice vs DeMarcus Jordan one on one! And to make it easier… and this was the part I got to be involved in… Ray Burnett will be suspended above the ring in a Sharknado Cage! A cage SO STRONG that even a Sharknado couldn’t break it.
The crowd cheers as Hardwick embraces the applause.
Jimmy Garcia: Cordelia Malice is smiling and Jordan is irate.
Gravedigger: That’s not fair, Burnett is afraid of heights, isn’t he?
Sebastian Reid: He would have to be to make this idea more entertaining.
Jimmy Garcia: Well regardless this feud will come to a head at Beyond as Malice faces off against Jordan in what should be a helluva matchup. |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:00:14 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Erin Fausse © vs Petrov 2.0
Taylor Lorde: And now it’s time for our main event!
Jimmy Garcia: Petrov always makes him say that.
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the UCI Television Championship. Introducing first, PETROV 2.0!
Gravedigger: Petrov has been mowing through the competition and I KNOW he has his eyes set on the Television Title tonight!
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, the UCI Television Champion… ERIN FAUSSE!
Jimmy Garcia: One of the most veteran members of the roster, and a staple to the brand, Erin Fausse defeated DeMarcus Jordan last week in an epic showdown between two of the fiercest competitors the UCI has to offer.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Fausse jumps on top of Petrov immediately as the bell rings, completely relentless in her attack. She delivers stiff blows knocking the big man to his knees. Then she follows it up with a kick to the head knocking him down. She drops down for the pin.
1…2…
NO!
Fausse grabs Petrov by the head and shakes her head.
Jimmy Garcia: She’s looking to send a message to anyone who thinks that they deserve a shot at her TV Title.
She raises Petrov to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. She follows up with a dropkick to the chest knocking him to a sitting position. Then she runs with a dropkick on the seated prone body of the ‘You Hometown’ native.
She climbs to the top rope and does a 450 splash.
Sebastian Reid: DIVINE INTERVENTION!
But she doesn’t go for the pin. Petrov, completely passed out in the middle of the ring would be an easy pinfall from here, but instead she delivers a boot to the face. And another. And another. And another. She continues delivering vicious shots to the face until the referee calls for the bell and pulls her off of him.
She pushes past and delivers another boot, and another.
Sebastian Reid: She’s gone nuts. She calls this Baptism Unto Death, but we’ve rarely seen her use it!
Gravedigger: The referee has finally pulled her off and she suddenly has a delectable smile on her face.
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match by TKO… ERIN FAUSSE!
Sebastian Reid: That’s one way to make your mark on the Television Title division. People are going to think twice when they see their name next to hers on the card moving forward. |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:04:26 GMT -6
Fatal Four Way Match Bonnie Blue vs Hunter Updegraff vs Andre Jenson vs Demarcus Jordan
Gravedigger: Next up, we have a clusterfuck that could only have been inspired by Seth Lerch himself!
Jimmy Garcia: I don't think that's quite accu--
Gravedigger: Shut up, Jimmy. You don't know. It's genius! This will be the next to last nail in the Guardians' coffin as Bonnie Blue gets her ass handed to her by three much more deserving wrestlers! Well... two more deserving wrestlers and that weirdo Jenson.
Sebastian Reid: You're being a little rough on the Guardians, 'Digger, especially after Alex Richards' unexpected disappearance...
Gravedigger: Death. He's dead, and good riddance! Long live Paul Rudd!
Sebastian Reid: ....and speaking of Guardians, here comes one now!
E-Rock's heavy metal version of the "Doctor Who Theme" hits the speakers to a HUGE POP from the crowd! Smoke fills the stage as the 'Tron lights up and displays the words DAUGHTER OF TIME. The drumbeat kicks in, accompanied by the BOOM! of a white pyro flash. A shower of sparks cascades down over the stage as Bonnie Blue steps from behind the curtain. She pumps a fist into the air and gets another big pop; the big screen behind her now displays the words HARDCORE QUEEN.
Taylor Lorde: First to the ring... standing five-foot-ten and weighing in at one-hundred forty-three pounds... hailing from parts unknown; she is the HARDCORE QUEEN -- BONNIE BLUE!!!!
As she makes her way down the aisle, high-fiving and fist-bumping the fans reaching toward her, a montage of extreme spots plays out across the giant screen: crashing through a glass table with Shadowlove; sailing through the back window of a moving bus, only to come back and hit a hurricanrana on Stevie Corah; landing an elbow on Bad News Brawler; Bonnie dropping on Corah from atop a ladder, crashing with him through a table; a bruised and bloodied Bonnie setting Jonathan Porter up on the top turnbuckle, to hit a reverse Frankensteiner. Interspersed throughout the video are scenes of Bonnie accepting a belt -- Tag Team or Intercontinental -- from the official, clutching the hard-won prize close with a triumphant smile. As the video ends, the word GUARDIAN appears, then fades away.
Still playing to the crowd, the Daughter of Time completes a circle around the ring, then leaps onto the apron and turns to face the audience. Grasping the top rope, she backflips over it and into the ring, a dazzling smile on her lips as the fans cheer. Bonnie puts one hand to her ear and makes a beckoning motion with the other, driving the crowd into a frenzy of affection for UCI's golden girl.
Most of the crowd, anyway. All along the ringside seats, here and there, several fans turn their backs to the ring so that the words on their T-shirts are plainly visible: NOT MY HEROES.
Jimmy Garcia: This is a woman whose confidence has not faltered once, even in the face of the Brotherhood's rising popularity and almost complete dominance of the United Championship Infinite right now -- Bonnie Blue has a goal, and she isn't about to let anything stop her!
Sebastian Reid: Maybe not, but there are a few roadblocks she'll have to get past. Like the man coming to the ring now!
"Cocaine" by the Dayton Family plays over the PA as Hunter struts out onto the entrance ramp, a scantily clad woman under each arm. In one hand is a half empty bottle of vodka, in the other is what looks to be a hand rolled cigar. He takes a puff and a swig before posing on the entrance ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Now coming to the ring. He hails from Los Angeles California. Standing six feet, six inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... The Party Train, Hunter Updegraff.
Hunter throws his arms around the two women once more, and leads them to ringside. Handing them the bottle and "cigar", he drapes his fur coat over one of them, before rolling under the bottom rope. He leans against the corner, and tosses his sunglasses to a fan as his music dies.
Gravedigger: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! THIS man knows how to make an entrance!
Jimmy Garcia: Last time Bonnie and Hunter met in the ring, Updegraff didn't come out the better for it -- he'll certainly be looking to make up for that tonight!
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.
Taylor Lorde: And their opponent... standing at two-hundred eighty-three kleps, at a fighting weight of fifteen-point-seven-five kweps -- whatever the hell those are... he hails from the fantastical island of Kem; he is the Destroyer of Goblins, the Bane of the Undersund, the King of Kem -- ANDRE JENSON!!!!
Jenson makes some waving movements with his hands and shouts something to the ceiling and they all start moving forward, seemingly satisfied.
When they get to the ring, AJ again makes some gestures and they stop, he shakes hands with each one of them, before pulling up the apron and grabbing a money pouch from under the ring. He gives each of the party a coin, and they take a defensive stance. He grins and then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, while fishing out a couple of d20 dice and rolling them. He then nods as if acknowledging the results and shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm. After this, he climbs each of the middle turnbuckles in turn and looks like he casts a spell on each one of them with hand gestures and some reagents from his pouch.
Sebastian Reid: One-half of the current number one contenders for the Tag Team Championship, AJ is more focused than we've seen him lately!
Gravedigger: Still a loser -- and a nerd! You know what happens to nerds, Reid? They get SMASHED! And that's my prediction for Jenson tonight.
Sebastian Reid: O...k... Moving on to the final entrant in this four corners match....
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage.
Taylor Lorde: And finally to the ring... standing six-foot-five and weighing in at two-hundred twenty-five pounds... hailing from Atlanta, Georgia -- DEMARCUS JORDAN!!!!
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.
Gravedigger: DeMarcus Jordan is THE MAN here in UCI! He does not take shit from anybody, man, woman, or child -- a message he makes loud and clear every single week!
Jimmy Garcia: DeMarcus Jordan's tactics may be questionable, but you can't deny his success.
Sebastian Reid: And rumor has it there's some bad blood between DeMarcus Jordan and Bonnie Blue -- who were Trios teammates during the infamous Mexico Incident.
DING-DING!
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell -- and all four competitors meet in the middle of the ring! It looks like... yes, Bonnie Blue and Andre Jenson have formed an alliance as DeMarcus takes a swing at Jenson, and Bonnie intercepts! Andre squares off with Updegraff, and the two trade blows like there's no tomorrow!
Gravedigger: Bonnie hammers at Jordan with a forearm! He blocks and returns with an open-handed slap across the face!
Sebastian Reid: Brawling with Hunter Updegraff is the last thing a guy like Andre Jenson should be doing! Updegraff has a forty pound weight advantage behind those rights, and it's all AJ can do to defend himself right now!
Jimmy Garcia: And a European uppercut from Hunter sends Jenson staggering into the corner! Backing up to build some speed now as he goes for a corner splash -- Jenson out of the way just in time! Hunter crashes into the unforgiving turnbuckles!
Gravedigger: Andre Jenson capitalizing now with a vicious clothesline in the corner! In the meantime, Blue has Jordan locked in a cobra clutch -- and DeMarcus powers out of it! An eye rake distracts Bonnie and gives him time to set her up ... SUPLEX!
Sebastian Reid: DeMarcus drops for the cover, but the referee is busy trying to separate AJ from Updegraff in the corner! Jenson backs away -- where DeMarcus Jordan is waiting for him! DDT!
Jimmy Garcia: With Blue and Jenson down, Jordan sets his sights on Updegraff!
Gravedigger: Moonsault attempt from Jordan! DENIED! Hunter narrowly avoids the attack and slams DeMarcus to the canvas instead! Updegraff pulls Jordan to his feet again. Jordan looking groggy here -- and that hard right hand didn't help him any! SPINEBUSTER from Updegraff!
Sebastian Reid: Hunter Updegraff with the cover now.
ONE . . .
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue out of nowhere with an elbow drop that breaks up the pin! AJ on his feet now, and he's sizing Bonnie up!
Gravedigger: So much for that alliance...
Sebastian Reid: Jenson with a spinning heel kick!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie ducks! Dragon whip!
Gravedigger: AJ on the mat, and now Jordan is back to his feet and stalking Bonnie Blue.
Sebastian Reid: Bonnie senses the danger just a little too late! She turns around -- right into a clubbing forarm! Follow-up with a kick to the midsection that doubles her over as he puts her head between his legs --
Gravedigger: Not the first time for that....
Jimmy Garcia: Dude!
Sebastian Reid: Here comes Hunter Updegraff! The distraction is just enough to allow the Daughter of Time to escape!
Gravedigger: Hunter swings at DeMarcus! DeMarcus levels a haymaker at Updegraff!
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson and Blue aren't about to be left out! It looks like they got the same idea at the same time as the two hit the ropes!
Sebastian Reid: Double rebound clothelines! These two are both experienced tag team competitors and it's paying dividends now as they help Hunter to his feet... and whip him into the corner!
Gravedigger: The pair of double-team artists go after poor DeMarcus Jordan next! Right into the opposing corner with another double Irish whip!
Jimmy Garcia: A high five exchanged between Bonnie and AJ as they line up their respective targets... Blue faces Jordan, Jenson faces Updegraff... gaining momentum as they charge across the ring...
Sebastian Reid: Basement dropkick from Bonnie Blue! DeMarcus Jordan might be done!
Gravedigger: Can't say the same for Hunter Updegraff! He narrowly avoids a collision with Andre Jenson, who gets himself hung up in the ropes after a failed attempt at that running knee lift!
Jimmy Garcia: Must've rolled a one that time! This match is all but over as Updegraff takes his time setting Jenson up for a stump-puller piledriver! E M F!
Sebastian Reid: Inverted mat slam from Bonnie Blue! Weeping Angel!
Gravedigger: Updegraff rolls Jenson up! Blue hooks Jordan's leg!
Jimmy Garcia: The ref doesn't know which pin to count!
Sebastian Reid: But he's counting nonetheless!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
Gravedigger: The referee now consulting with other officials. Can't really tell what they're saying. And it looks like they've come to a decision. Here's Taylor Lorde with the official call.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, by double pinfall -- Hunter Updegraff AND Bonnie Blue!!!!
Both wrestlers look stunned as the official lifts their arms to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd. |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:09:06 GMT -6
TV Division Match Damian Kaine vs Teo Del Sol
Jimmy Garcia: Folks, our next match is a Divisional match for the T.V championship.
Sebastian Reid: Quiet Garcia, no one wants to hear you talk. They ALL pay to hear Showtime and right now its about to be, showtime. Damien Kaine, The Prodigy of Pestilence takes on Teo Del Sol.
Gravedigger: It’s a tale as old as time. That rat faced knacker, so ugly he has to wear a mask. I hope Damien Kaine beats him so bad that when Teo goes missing the police will put his face on cartons of sour milk. They’ll have to shave his likeness in the backside of a dogs ass.
Jimmy Garcia: I really don’t know why you guy hate on Teo; the guy is awesome. The Lone Star Saint, if you ask me.
Sebastian Reid: Well it’s a good thing we didn’t or else we might have to hear you drone on and on about your Teo Del Sol Fan club.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen.. Our next match is a divisional match for the Television Championship!
“Shining Star” By Earth, Wind and Fire hits the PA system.
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring first… He weighs in at one hundred and eighty-six pounds… The Saint of the Lone Star State.. He is.. MISTER SUNSHINE…. TEEOOOO DEELLLL SOOLLL!!!!
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience.
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applauds and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
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.
Sebastian Reid: Makes me think how much cocaine one has to do to get so freakin’ happy.
Gravedigger: Trust me, a lot.
The guitar riffs of “Caffeine” by Jeff and Casey Lee Williams brings the crowd to their feets. As the song moves along, Damian Kaine runs to the stage, hopping around before dashing down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope.
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring, from Savannah, Georgia! Weighing in at 157 pounds. Representing the Brotherhood! He is “The Prodigy of Pestilence,” Damian Kaine!
Kaine hops to his feet, and immediately climbs the corner, backflipping off of the top rope. He then removes his vest and settles in his corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Sebastian Reid: I would like to thank Damien in advance for the vicious beating that he is going to bestow on Teo Del Sunshine, here. He’s going to make my Christmas a little more blissful.
Gravedigger: I know what you mean. We about to see a good old fashion FIGHT!
Jimmy Garcia: And I would like to thank Teo Del Sol for being the best example for young minds around the world.
DING DING
Damien Kaine like a man on fire charges at Teo with a running clothesline but Teo ducks it and connects with a drop kick but Kaine side steps it and swats Teo down to the mat. Kaine takes off to the adjacent ropes as Teo leap frogs Kaine.
Jimmy Garcia: Teo lightning fast and now goes for a back drop.
Gravedigger: LAARRIIAATTOOO!!
Sebastian Reed: Kaine nearly decapitated Teo!
Gravedigger: Nearly? I gave that son of a bitch fifty bucks to do it right! That’s it, I’m coming out of retirement!
Kaine is aggressive in the stomps to Teos face and torso; even botting him over onto his back before trying to lock in a cross face type maneuver.
Sebastian Reed: You gotta keep Teo Grounded.
Gravedigger: No one wants to see all that nakajappy-flippy –shit.
Teo fights his way through it and manages to escape; rolling under the bottom rope. Kaine comes after him but Teo leaps up and kicks Kaine upside the head. Kaine is dazed as flips him over the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Both men on the apron. Teo with a right hand.
Kaine wobbles but hangs on.
Jimmy Garcia: Another right hand by Teo!
Sebastian Reid: Teo tryin’ for a third but its blocked by Kaine! Kaine with a savage kick to the right knee of Teo and Teo crashes face first into the apron.
Gravedigger: Here comes Kaine with a knee right to the face of Teo. Do you smell that boy? It smells like sowah milk up in here!
Kaine continues his assault with rights and lefts as Teo tries to cover up. Finally Teo is able to gain some leverage and Rolls over on Kaine, hitting him with elbows. Finally, Teo gets off of Kaine and returns to the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: And Teo plays up to the crowd! He really has them on his side.
Crowd: LETS GO TEE-O! LETS GO TEE-O!
Jimmy Garcia: What he doing now?
Sebastian Reid: Springboard moonsault by Teo!
Gravedigger: And Kaine moves out of the way!
Teo lands on his feet as Kaine slides in the ring and comes back with baseball slide that staggers Teo. Kaine grans him by the back of the head and connects with an inverted suplex right into the ring post!
Jimmy Garcia: Teos legs bouncing off that ring post.
Sebastian Reed: Savage attacks by Kaine, he’s trying to take away Teos only weapon- his speed.
Kaine stands over Teo, mocking himpicking him up and rolling him back into the ring.
Gravedigger: STF by Kaine!
Jimmy Garcia: But Teo is fighting! He is crawling back to the ropes! The heart..
Sebastian Reid: Don’t you say it… Don’ you -
Jimmy Garcia: The SOL!
Gravedigger: If I had a gun, Garcia, I’d kill Reid, frame you and get you deported. I hate you that much right now.
Teo gets to the ropes as the ref calls for the break.
1..2..3..4…
Sebastian Reid: Kaine flirting with that five count!
Gravedigger: But he lets go. As much as he wants it and I want it and the entire sane world wants it, Kaine has to break the count or else Teo will win and I’ll have to frame a Mexican for murder.
Kaine breaks the hold as he argues with the ref. Teo gets to his feet as Kaine takes his legs right out from under him, dragging him half way out of the ring and smashing his right knee off the apron. He drags Teo all the way out of the ring and locks in a cobra clutch.
Gravedigger: Smart. Theres no rope break on the outside. If Kaine can get Teo to pass out and make it back in the ring, he wins.
Sebastian Reid: See, Garcia, you don’t get that kind of forward thinking by Teo.
Kaine locks in the cobra clutch as Teo fights it to no avail while the ref starts counting.
1…
2…
3…
4..
Jimmy Garcia: And Teo refusing to give in, refusing to fade… The sun…
Sebastian Reid: Don’t you say it.
Jimmy Garcia: Refusing to set…
Gravedigger: I swear to Christ and baby Jesus, I will strangle you with your neck tie.
5..
6…
Teo is able to kick himself off the apron and flip over Kaines shoulders. He turns Kaine around..
Jimmy Garcia: Habanero Hurricane! MOMMA MIA!
* Gravedigger just glares at Garcia, hatred boiling out of him. *
7..
Teo Del sol manages to make it into the ring as Kaine gets to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Whats Teo doing? He can win!
Sebastian Reid: Being a dumbass, that’s what. He cares more about impressing these people than anything else!
Jimmy Garcia: Habanaro Highdive to the outside!!!!!!
8..
Sebastian Reid: But hes cought by Kaine…
Gravedigger: Who turns it into a powerslam through the barricade! Both men are down!
9…
10 !!!!
DING DING!
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t believe it! Both men are down! Both men are out!
Sebastian Reid: This is more than a match. It’s painfully clear that they were trying to out-do and end the other one. This is deeply personal and I don’t think we’ll see the end to this anytime soon.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen… the referee has just informed that both men have been counted out and this match is declared a DRAW!
Chris Hardwick: Woah woah woah...a draw? You know I have to do something about this..
The crowd pops as Hardwick smiles.
Chris Hardwick: Excuse me while I use the GM powers granted to me to shake things up a bit more. One week after Beyond, it will be The Two Gents versus Damian Kaine and whatever partner he manages to bring to the fight! Have fun at Beyond, gentlemen..
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:13:07 GMT -6
Co-Main Event Tag Team Match Andre Holmes/Bolas de Arana vs Casey Holliday/Karlie Nash
Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania has been selected for this week’s episode of Monday Night Overload. The Mohegan Sun Arena has been sold. No debating if the fans would miss a UCI show; They are thrilled to have the best performers on the planet show up to their town. The cameras change to Sebastian Reid, Jimmy Garcia and Gravedigger sat behind the commentary table.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! We’ve reached the Co-Main Event featuring a Tag Team Match. Karlie Nash will be teaming with Golden Ticket participant, Casey Holliday!
Sebastian Reid: And they have a big task ahead of them! Not only do they face former UCI Television Champion, Bolas de Arana but also the former UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Andre Holmes. Should be a very curious match.
Gravedigger: Curious my ass! This is the time of women, the era of Feminism. Too long have we seen the men take over this company when the girls are all so amazing. Karlie Nash and Casey Holliday are gonna be the ones to kill Andre for all his abusive women ways!
Sebastian Reid: Since when are you down for women?
Jimmy Garcia: Hopefully right now because our co-main event is underway!
The cameras change the frame over to Taylor Lorde standing in the center of the ring. Wearing her signature blue dress and black high heels, she receives the cue from production to begin with the match introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and Gentlemen! This is the Co-Main Event of the evening! It is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!
“War Machine” by AC/DC is the first out of the four entrance songs to play immediately receiving a negative reaction. Karlie Nash walks out followed behind her manager, Tracy Dixon, who stands aside and admires her client. Karlie stands center stage smirking at the crowd throwing their insults at her. The two begin their descent down the entrance path to the ring.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Karlie walks down the entrance path shrugging her shoulder and warming up for the match. She’s not too keen on partnering with Casey Holliday but at the chance of avenging her losses, she’s willing to play ball. Tracy continues supporting her client by hyping her up and telling her game plans.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first team! Hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota! At five feet, eleven inches tall, weighing in at 172 pounds. She is “The Cougar Hunter” Karlie Nash!
Wearing desert Camo shorts, black boots, hand wraps and a black tank top. Karlie climbs up the steel steps leaving her manager at ringside in her corner. She makes it on the apron then pauses to take a good hard look at the fans at ringside discouraging her from even getting inside the ring. Karlie snickers, clearly they have no idea what she could do to them.
Sebastian Reid: Karlie Nash had one of the most dominating performances at Infinity. She eliminated not one, not two but three competitors in the Infinity Match. Nobody can take that away from her and a win over Bolas and Andre should guarantee her a title shot in the future.
Her music fades as she’s positioned in the corner. Back leaned against the turnbuckles, arms grabbing each side of the top rope. Karlie Nash doesn’t take into mind of the raucous ringside fans being disrespectful to her.
Gravedigger: Maaan! Karlie Nash is going to be the next big thing in UCI. She’s a future UCI Intercontinental Champion. Mark my words! This butch dyke got the makings of a strong champion strap on or no strap on!
The chorus of “Fashion Lady” by Lady Gaga takes over the stereo system; Casey Holliday struts her stuff from backstage to center stage. Arms spread out with a great big white smile plastered on her face, she ignores the crowd as she begins her walk down to the ring.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Casey Holliday walks down the entrance path, each step exuberating cockiness and arrogance mixed into a blender. She avoids the fans behind the barricade stretching their hands to touch her or disregards Karlie’s eyes looking into her own. Tonight is Casey’s night and nobody matters more than her.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her partner! Hailing from Bellevue, Washington! At five feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds. She is Casey Holliday!
She climbs up the steel steps then stands on the middle turnbuckle outside the ropes. A finger in front of her lips, she hushes the fans at ringside which only triggers them. They boo even louder, flip her off, Casey hops over the top rope inside the ring. Clearly she waves off her own partner who is ready to work with her.
Jimmy Garcia: Casey Holliday has an opportunity to become the first ever Golden Ticket winner granting her a shot at the UCI World Heavyweight Championship any time. However, her focus needs to be on Andre Holmes and Bolas de Arana. She doesn’t even want to talk to her own partner.
Once her music fades, Casey Holliday stands on the apron. Karlie nags her to form a game plan but she doesn’t budge with the Golden Ticket participant. So the two just say fuck it and do whatever.
Sebastian Reid: The longest reigning UCI Rising Stars Champion cashed in for a spot at the Golden Ticket Match at Beyond. Consider the momentum she’s picked up on ever since her goal to win the match. She even defeated former World Heavyweight Champion, Alex Richards!
“Smooth Criminal” by Alien Ant Farm begins immediately and sparks a crazy reaction to the Pennsylvania fans. A flood of cheers and praises overcomes the calm environment as Bolas de Arana sprints out from backstage to center stage. A spotlight shines on top of him as he hops up and down, nodding his head to the beat of the song.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He raises his fists in the air, double pumps to the beat then goes into a full out assault sprint down to the ring. Legs kicking fast as lightning, Bolas speeds past the fan’s hands straight towards the apron. He passes them by without them blinking an eye, Casey and Karlie leaves the ring letting him have his very own camera time.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponent! Hailing from Asbury Park, New Jersey! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 175 pounds. He is “World’s Favourite Jackass” Bolas de Arana!
Wearing a full bodysuit, spandex. Kick pads and mask. Mostly blackish blue with red and white mixed in for designs. He slides into the ring then kips up onto his feet in the center of the ring. Bolas charges into his designated team’s corner and hops onto the middle turnbuckles where he unleashes that monstrous roar for all his fans to hear.
Gravedigger: And here comes one of the worst dressed wrestlers on this fucking planet. He looks like Spider Man if he starred in Breaking Bad. How did this faggot become a champion in UCI is way fucking beyond me.
Bolas drops from the turnbuckle to the canvas. He walks over to Taylor Lorde and gives her a hug before walking over to the referee and sticking monopoly in his pocket. His music fades away leaving the crowd to rain down ear shattering cheers while Bolas de Arana prepares in his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas de Arana is one of the most sensational and charismatic athletes on the UCI roster who personifies confidence and independence. He is an incredible athlete with one goal in mind and that’s too ensure he brings a 110% to every match.
A popular guitar riff cuts off all sounds in the arena as the lights shut off completely. The titantron shows grey colored video clips of Andre Holmes walking backstage to the entrance. “Relentless” by New Years Day officially begins cuing the lights to flash and dance around the audience to the beat; A single spotlight shines center stage revealing Andre Holmes covered in that black leather hoodie.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre walks down from center stage down the entrance path tapping his MMA gloves together. His eyes are on all three competitors until he pauses in his step. The lyrics, “Tear Me Down...It Won’t Build You Up”, are heard clearly. He removes the hoodie over his head and assumes that lone wolf stance. Boom! The lights return to normal and smoke explodes up in the air from the stage.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
Wearing a simple black, and red design underwear with a long sleeve black arm wear covering his right forearm with "Holmes" engraved in red across it. His MMA gloves sponsored by tap-out representing his striking background. Along with that, "Relentless" is tattooed down his spine, and his black knee pads are custom-made with his insignia of his graphically designed initials on each pad. Finally, his leg padding covers the lower part of his legs, and his boots are striped in red, and black together.
Jimmy Garcia: The former UCI World Heavyweight Champion has a huge match at Beyond. He has the opportunity to become UCI’s first ever Triple Crown Champion. On the other hand, Mikey Carson has voiced his opinion about the Relentless warrior which has angered Andre Holmes.
Andre hops onto the apron then takes the mantle of the middle turnbuckle outside the ropes. All lights shut off except for a spotlight shining behind him. Smoke rises from below to produce that silhouette effect to the eyes of his fans at ringside. After that little session is over, he hops over the top rope into the ring where all lights are restored.
Gravedigger: The biggest asshole/murderer/woman abuser and much more you can add to his record. I hope he retires at Beyond after Mikey Carson beats the shit out of him. I hate him, I hate the Guardians, FUCK ANDRE HOLMES!
His music fades and he removes his leather jacket before tossing to ringside crew members. Bolas opens his hand for a high five but Andre goes on the ropes allowing Bolas to start. Karlie does the same and Casey waits on the apron. With everything in motion, the referee signals for the bell!
Ding Ding Ding!
Bolas and Karlie circle the ring at an equal distance while their partners watch keenly on the action. Once they get in the center of the ring, they lock up with each other. The test of strength moves back and forth until Bolas catches Karlie in a quick Side Headlock squeezing down on her head. Karlie keeps her balance, not letting him sweep her onto her back.
Crowd: BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS!
The two tangled together move back into the ropes until rebounding which sends Karlie into a sprint to the opposing ropes. She rebounds straight back into Bolas who gets Shoulder Barged down onto his back. Karlie continues the sequence by running into the ropes at the side then rebounds to hop over Bolas switched on his back. When she returns, she eats a hard European Uppercut!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Sebastian Reid: A strong European Uppercut as a counter to her clothesline! Karlie finds herself against the corner turnbuckles where you do not want to be against a very powerful opponent such as Bolas de Arana.
Bolas repeats the same action and lands that beautiful European Uppercut on Karle Nash after charging into her. Karlie’s head snaps back until he leans into her taking the arm then stepping back to whip her into the opposing corner. Her back is glued against the turnbuckles; Bolas builds up the momentum and destroys her chest with a Running Dropkick!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: Oh! Another Woman Beater! I see Andre picks the right people to team with. People who abuse women just like him, fuckin’ degenerate!
Karlie lands down on her right knee before Bolas gets up and takes her by the head. He escorts her in the center of the ring before shoving his head under her pit, wrapping his arms around her waist then lifting her over to bridge back into a Northern Lights Suplex. The referee slides down to the mat and begins the first count of the match!
One!
Karlie kicks out leaving Bolas to look over at Andre who wants in on the action. He helps Karlie get back up to his feet until she digs her thumbs into his mask. She scrapes down the mask making Bolas walk around the ring temporarily blinded behind the mask. When he turns around after getting his eyesight back, he suffers a Big Boot clocking his head then dropping him spine first to the mat.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: A Big Boot by Karlie Nash puts down Bolas de Arana. That boot almost took his entire head off and she used the mask to her advantage. The referee is warning Karlie but she’s dragging him by the leg to her corner. The tag is made! Casey enters the ring!
Casey gets inside the ring after Karlie tags her in. Nash picks up Bolas in a Sidewalk Slam position and turns his head over to Holliday who raises her arm up. She drops an Elbow down on his mask thus giving Karlie enough momentum to land a Sidewalk Slam down on the canvas. As she rolls under the bottom rope, Casey goes on top of Bolas for the pin attempt.
One!
Tw-
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow Drop into a Sidewalk Slam combination by Karlie Nash and Casey Holliday. We’re seeing a change in the tide of the match, Casey Holliday already getting to work on the former UCI Television Champion.
Bolas is dragged up onto his feet then slammed in the mask with a few Forearm Shots from his opponent, Casey. Not long before he is thrown into the ropes where he rebounds to get Monkey Flipped onto his back. When he sits up, Casey runs to the ropes in front of him then rebounds to nail a Basement Dropkick into his mask!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Of course, Bolas tries to crawl towards Andre Holmes who has his hand stretched out. Casey has other idea so she grabs his leg and drags him into the center of the ring. Right there, she applies a traditional Surfboard pulling back the arms and pushing her knee into his back. Andre tries to get into the ring but the referee stops him leaving Casey to mock him even more.
Gravedigger: My baby girl Casey Holliday is a diamond in the rough! Look at that, see how she does so well with the submissions. Dear Lord, put me in a submission anytime baby! I love you Casey!
Casey is emphasizing her control over Bolas who is stuck in the submission. Her leaning back with the arms and shoving her knee forward into his back is really making it hard for Bolas to get into a better position. He starts to pull back his arms, fighting against it which Casey can’t believe. He gets his footing then plants his feet on the mat before the Pennsylvania crowds start to see his rise.
Crowd: BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS! BOLAS!
Upon his feet, Casey spins around and nails him in the back of his head with a Rolling Elbow. Bolas almost falls to the mat until he springs up sideways and strikes her jaw with an Enzuigiri Kick! She falls into the ropes and rebounds out of instinct. Bolas wraps his arms around her waist, lifts her off the mat then falls forward for a powerful Spinebuster on the mat! Both competitors are down.
Sebastian Reid: Spinebuster by Bolas de Arana after the sickening Enzuigiri Kick! Casey Holliday and Bolas de Arana are both down. This could be his chance to make the tag, come on Bolas! You can do it!
Gravedigger: Shut the fuck up Reid! Go Casey, tag in Karlie!
Both competitors are on the mat crawling towards their corners. They are desperately clawing against the canvas trying to reach their corner first. Casey slaps the hand of Karlie and Bolas takes a giant leap for mankind! He slaps Andre’s hand and the tag is made!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre leaps onto the top rope before he Springboards nearly across the ring. He lands a Springboard Clothesline down on the running Karlie taking her down to the mat. The two spring back up to their feet and Andre starts unloading Roundhouse Kicks into her chest. Ending the combination with a Back Spinning Kick into the ribs, she hunches over only to get DDT’d thus spiking her head!
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes is on the rocks tonight and has started his offense with high flying beauty! This Relentless former World Champion is fast paced and crazy chaotic. Here comes the pin attempt on Karlie Nash!
One!
Two!
No! Karlie kicks out after that crazy combination. Andre gets back up on his feet and prepares for Karlie Nash to stand on her knees. When she does, he stands at her side and unloads the famous back to back Roundhouse Kicks into her chest. Each kick stings harder and harder almost leaving prints of his boot on her chest.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
He steps back from the last kick before spinning around. Andre tries to go for that legendary Tornado Kick but Karlie leaping up to catch his arms in a Full Nelson from behind. She lifts him over and nearly breaks his neck with a Dragon Suplex.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: Oh God! Dragon Suplex countering the Tornado Kick! Jesus Christ Karlie!
Andre rolls backwards from the huge counter after landing on his neck. The momentum of the swings thrusts him back on his feet where Karlie Nash charges in. She swings her right arm and almost takes his head off with a Clothesline From Hell! He gets turned inside out, landing on his ribs and Karlie drops down for the pin attempt!
Sebastian Reid: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! HOLY SHIT! SHE’S MORE POWERFUL THAN I THOUGHT! HERE’S THE PIN ATTEMPT!
One!
Two!
Thre-
Bolas gets inside the ring and jumps on top of Karlie Nash to shove her off. She rolls off Andre then gets back on her feet; She eats a Savate Kick knocking her in the chin down into the canvas. Bolas gets a sick idea: He runs over to the corner she’s nearest in and hops onto the top rope perching his body to face her.
Gravedigger: HE’S ILLEGAL! HE’S ILLEGAL REF! GET HIM OUT OF THE MATCH!
He leaps from the top rope into the air before cuddling into a ball. Spinning 630 degrees in a forward flip, the velocity and added weight of the momentum makes a devastating Spinning 630 Senton across her ribs!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: 630 SENTON SPLASH BY BOLAS DE ARANA! OH NO, HERE COMES CASEY HOLLIDAY!
Casey leaps onto the top rope then Springboards into the air. Bolas gets off his feet and turns into her path from above; She inserts his head under her armpit then spins down onto her back. Completing a Springboard Tornado DDT spiking Bolas on top of his head before he rolls out of the ring!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT BY THE LONGEST REIGNING UCI RISING STARS CHAMPION! SHE’S UP IN THE CORNER BUT LOOK OUT BABY!
When Casey turns her back against the turnbuckles, her eyes the inevitable. Andre is on his feet then blasts out of the corner in a full out assault sprint. He raises his right leg then drives it upwards into her chin almost kicking her over the top rope. The Yakuza Kick almost paralyzes her as she falls down from her feet to her back.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: YAKUZA KICK! CASEY HOLLIDAY IS DOWN AND ANDRE IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROPE!
Andre climbs all the way to the top rope while Casey is down on her back almost unconscious. He positions himself carefully on the top rope before leaping backwards in the air. Corkscrewing into a 450 flip, Casey rolls out of the ring but Andre lands feet first luckily.
Gravedigger: SHE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND KARLIE NASH IS BACK ON HER FEET!
Andre rolls forward from the momentum of the launch but when he rolls back up to his feet, he is caught in between the thighs of Karlie Nash. Both arms are hooked up, hands interlocked together before he is lifted vertically upside down. She sits down on the canvas Piledriving him in the center of the ring before Karlie rolls him onto his back and hooks the leg!
Gravedigger: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!
Sebastian Reid: OH NO! NOT LIKE THIS! KICK OUT ANDRE, KICK OUT!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, Casey Holliday and Karlie Nash!
“War Machine” by AC/DC replays around the arena’s P.A System. Karlie Nash gets off her feet and her manager comes into the ring taking the referee’s job of raising her arm. Casey gets inside the ring and argues with Karlie about her antics but Karlie waves her off before leaving the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Karlie Nash definitely put the effort, the performance and determination to put away Andre Holmes and Bolas de Arana. Casey Holliday may have wanted the spotlight but she got the W. We’ll see what’s in stored for Karlie Nash in the future and maybe her future is at Beyond! |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:17:09 GMT -6
Hypermedia Contract Signing
Fans pop loud as the theme from The Walking Dead hits the PA and Overload’s guest GM Chris Hardwick makes his way down to the ring, taking a bit of time to play to the crowd as he approaches ringside with a clipboard in hand.
Jimmy Garcia: The fans in Pennsylvania are loving this guy!
Sebastian Reid: They could also be excited for a major step in the start of a brand new championship legacy in UCI!
Hardwick steps between the ropes, raising the mic to his lips as he stands in front of a signing table layout.
Chris Hardwick: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll not waste anymore time than I need to. With Beyond just two weeks away, it’s clear that we’re here for some big business related to the Hypermedia Championship!
The crowd cheers louder at the mention of the UCI’s newest championship belt.
Chris Hardwick: So..let’s get to it!
Teenagers by My Chemical Romance begins to play as NegasoniK comes out very slowly swaying side to side to the beat, he slowly walks to the ring with a devious grin on his face, when he gets to the ring apron he slowly crawls up onto the apron,after sitting on his knees for 3 minutes examining the crowd he throws his head back laughing. Then he stands up and flips over the ropes running to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle, where he throws his hands up and then backflips from the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Not skipping a beat in his usual theatrics.
Jimmy Garcia: He knows what he’s headed into at Beyond, that’s why!
Nega is handed a microphone which he snatches away immediately, smiling as a chorus of boos erupts. He takes a few moments to soak them in before speaking.
NegaSoniK: I don't even see why we even need a match. It's not like Mr. Expletive or the so called sick bastard are even on my level! the Brotherhood will own every title after Beyond including this new Hypermedia title and there isn't a damn thing any of you imbeciles can do about it, or this ijit in the ring with me can do about it. Whats a matter Chris, couldnt be a real actor and get your own ratings so had make a talk show and piggyback off of Daryl and Ricks success?
The crowd boos extremely loudly and NSK grins and soaks it up.
"But most of all there is not a damn thing either the cue ball bastard or Mrs Roboto and here brain dead scarecrow can do to stop me from walkin outta Beyond as your U....C...I....Cham
"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 United Championship Infinite.
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 and takes a very deep breath, his heart rate remains a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers in the corner of his mind’s eye remains focused and alert on the business at hand as his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Now, now, now, Nega. . . SoniK, the UCI Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the UCI Fandom kept on asking this professional wrestler-slash-professional model and his femme fatale temptress before coming out here to hype this Hypermedia Championship Match at Beyond with this contract signing, why does Kevin Bishop and his hapless bunch of dimwitted minions drop to their knees and make the sign of the cross in honor of Lester Parish’s memory before stepping into the squared-circle with yours truly? This professional wrestler-slash-professional model and the femme fatale looked at each other dumbfounded and said in response simultaneously, “We don't know, Lester Parish doesn't mean jackshit to us, because NegaSoniK can't even fucking walk and chew gum at the same time much less wrestle anyways” . . .
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei” Ms Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, taking her proper place cradled up against “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. The only sign of movement is her caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice has a sudden sharper tone radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: You see NegaSoniK-san, it is mind over matter, Shadowlove-san doesn't mind because you don't really matter. The United Championship Infinite Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the United Championship Infinite’s Fandom only want to see “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san versus “The One Sick Bastard” Adam Young-san for this Hypermedia Championship Match at Beyond. This Hypermedia Championship Match doesn't get any better than your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator versus the Billy G.O.A.T. that this match has been taylormade around. Now, rumors have been running rampant lately that the Billy G.O.A.T. of that second-rate organization, Adam Young-san, is too scared shitless, pardon my French, and too fucking afraid, pardon my French, to step one foot into the squared-circle with the voice of the silent, unsilent majority of this organization, the anti-establishment, establishment of this organization, and your hero, anti-hero of this organization, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san at Beyond. Is this true, Adam Young-san, is this true? Come out, come out, Adam Young-san, wherever you are?. . .
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “Scoffing at the thought of NegaSoniK and Adam Young trying to make a name for themselves at the very expense of ‘The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that those two blowhard and deeply swallow idiot savants want to put in front of his name in this Hypermedia Championship Match at Beyond.” shit-eating grin.
"Let You Down" by Seether starts playing as the lights fade down to just one single white light at the entrance
Crowd: You sick bastard!
Sebastian Reid: There’s the music, but where’s Adam Young?
The theme plays out, but the stage remains empty.
Gravedigger: I’m not sure if he’s coming.
Chris Hardwick: Well...while we wait for our third participant. How about we get to inking the contract?
The crowd pops as NegaSoniK snatches hold of the championship contract before tossing it towards Shadowlove. The Handsome-Halfbreed stares through his opponents’ iris’s with a signature ice cold stare. Shadowlove and Miyamoto let out a tandem smirk in unison with one another as the second name on the contract is inked. The Handsome-Half Breed passes the contract back to the guest GM who forms a shit eating grin as he holds the inked contract in his hands.
Chris Hardwick: Gentlemen...one other thing.
The two competitors cock their heads, looking on at the GM with intrigue.
Chris Hardwick: The UCI’s official website did break news of the official title match...however…”announced participants” and “all participants” aren’t exactly synonyms..
"Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose.ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier. He hopes the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the timekeeper.
Wavedigger: Break out the Popeyes two piece and biscuit because The Honey Badger has arrived.
Sebastian Reid: Who? This is just some CrowMac wana be.
Wavedigger: Haha * deep breath* fuccboi. You about to find out.
Sebastian Reid: Did you just call me a fuck boy?
Wavedigger: I cant hear you with ZMAC tearing the fucking roof off this place!
ZMAC grabs a mic and starts addressing the crowd.
Zombie McMorris: Ya’ll didn’t think that you’d see me around here now did jah? Now where my Rats at?
ZMACS Rats (fans): ZMAC! ZMAC! ZMAC!
Zombie McMorris: Now, ol’ Z is seein’ all this and a lot of you know egg-zackly why ya boi iz hea and others be like: ‘who is this shitbum in the ring?’ Well, allow me to enlighten all ya’ll. My name is Zombie McMorris N’ if’n dat name sounds familiar its because you got a tournament comin’ named after the spawn of my fuckin’ THICK. The jizz that drips from my loins gave rise to the greatest world champion any of you fucbois evah did see. Not to be confused with that fuccboi champion, Jay Omega.
ZMACS Rats: ZMAC! ZMAC! ZMAC!
Zombie McMorris: Oh, you know we shootin hard up in this bitch! I know that looks are deceiving and often disappointing so get a good fuckin’ look at it. Drink it in cuz ol’ Z is about to shove it down ya gullets.
ZMAC walks over to the contract signing, takes a seat at the table and kicks his feet up before continuing to talk.
Zombie McMorris: So the other day I get a call from ya boi Spence ovah here and he’s like..
ZMAC does a bad impression of Spencer Adams.
Zombie McMorris: ‘ Yo, ol’ Z, whatchu doin’ right now?’
ZMACS voice goes back to normal.
Zombie McMorris: And you know ya’ boi, he’s always busy – busy snortin’ coke off the tittays of some big titted Latina bitches from sea to shining fuckin’ sea, cuz ZMACs patriotic like that N’ shit. And Spence he turns to me over the phone because he knows deep down that he needs me. He needs ya boi. Down on his knees, workin the shaft, kinda need. He he goes..
ZMAC does his impression again.
Zombie McMorris: ‘ Ol’ Z I got this thing goin on in a few days. I’m debuting a new championship and it just aint the same wit out chu. ZMAC, I got dis Hyper Media Championship and I need jew to k-k-k-kary dat shit the way you k-k-k-karried dat Brazzers strap back in dah day…’
ZMACS voice goes back to normal.
Zombie McMorris: Dat Brazzer strap B-T-Dubs, can be bought in concession after ol’ Z is done spittin’ dank venom because honestly- who the fuck cares about Psychopomp- dat fuckin Jay-brone mo fawk. Anywayz, Ya boi Spence called ol’ Z and was like.. Yo, you want in on this hawt piece of action? Carry dat strap cuz NegaSonik Nega F-G-T. And Me N’ Spence, we go back so I was like.. yah kno, I’d take care of that shit. Ol’ Z be on that like coke on pussy. So here is ol’ Z in dat Mohegan Sun Area and we go get dat shit down to the nit, grit and tit. Cross the eyes, dot the Tee’s and fuck the bitches. Cuz Zombie McMorris is known for dat Hyper Media trip. He known fo’ killin’ dudes. You can’t have a hyper Media – nuttin’ without ya boi, Hyper Media-Nuttin on them Beta bros dat call themselves suiters to ZMACs throne. Just ask Alex Richards or Teddy Blaze or Teo Del Sunshine – or whatever he’s callin’ himself now cuz he done lost his smile or F-G-T shit.
So I tell you what, Spence. We gone do dis. We gone do dis but we done do dis my way. Dat ZMAC way – dat Horror Kore –way. Because you know and all of these people out here know dat the only one fit to carry dat HyperMedia trip is the man who built and pioneered dat Internet division in wrestling all by hiz self. Sorry, one sick Bastid but chu ain’t sick enough. AY, you my boi N’ shit but if’n you could get this done then ol’ Z wouldn’t need to be here in the first damn place. Same with Shadowlove; first title in that mans life and its already fuckin’ gone. Spence, you’s a fuckin savage knee-grow; fuckin riping apart mens hopes and dreams and honestly, I fuckin’ love. Ol’ Z ovah hea, stroking his cawk over the fact that..
ZMAC points back to the backstage area.
.. Spencer Adams just done did fuck every mo fawk in that backstage. Hey Bonnie Blue, how you doin’?
*wink*
.. Now as ol’ Z was sayin. Spence, you have an opportunity at greatness standing before you. All you’s got to do is sign on the dotted line and seal the fates of like thirty dudes and a couple of chicks. Clear Ol’ Z of any personal responsibility in their wellbeing and I will Champion the Hype of Universal Championship Infinites media. Because right now as you fuckin sweat hog Jay-brones sit and your seat still tryin to wrap ya un-thick skulls around this pasty white, gangly son of a bitch in this ring who truthfully going to melt through the entire roster – ol’ Z is here makin fuckin hiZtory by carrying this company into the remainder of twenty seventeen with something to show for it besides weak ass fuccbois tryin to play world champion. All of you right now are looking at the next world champion. I am the next TV champion, Tag Champion, Intercontinental champion and most recently, I’m about to be the first Hyper Media Champion. If’n you don’t believe me, go check on Nega-fuccboi and Shadowlove, they already done skipped down. Spence got pink slips waitin in his office cuz these dudes don’t want any part of this Coked Up Mad Man. But ZMAC iz about to rip dez dudes a new Axe Wound.
ZMAC takes out a straight razor from his boot and flicks it open.
… So how about we just cut the shit and get the shit done. Spence, my boi, you need a Hypermedia Champion. Ol’ Z wants a very lucrative payday – thanks B-T-Dub.. At Beyond, shits about to get Dank up in this bitch!
ZMAC slices his finger with the razor and smears blood on the contract.
Jimmy Garcia: Bound in blood, it’s official!
Sebastian Reid: At Beyond, we’ve got Shadowlove, NegaSoniK, and now Zombie McMorris competing to become the first ever Hypermedia Champion!
Gravedigger: I’m in shock! ZMAC is back and this mega match just became that much bigger! |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:20:09 GMT -6
Main Event Tag Team Match Psychopomp/Joe Smarts vs The Soul Hunters
After a crazy Co-Main Event followed by the Hypermedia Contract Signing, the Pennsylvania crowd are ready for the main event of Monday Night Overload. Everyone wants to see another great Tag Team Match on the card so who better to have the UCI Tag Team Champions give some people a shot? The cameras cut back to Gravedigger, Jimmy Garcia and Sebastian Reid behind the announce table.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Monday Night Overload! We’ve finally reached our main event of the evening featuring the UCI Tag Team Champions, The Soul Hunters, facing off against Psychopomp and Joe Smarts!
Sebastian Reid: Psychopomp who is our current reigning UCI Rising Stars Champion gets an opportunity alongside Joe Smarts to defeat The Soul Hunters and secure a future Tag Team Title shot. A win over these two would elevate their momentum to Beyond.
Gravedigger: They won’t be able to do shit. The Soul Hunters beat The Guardians for the UCI Tag Team Championships. Which team can do that?! No one else. The Soul Hunters are going to be the longest reigning UCI Tag Team Champions and absolutely no one can stop them!
Jimmy Garcia: Well tonight might be a different case Gravedigger so prepare to eat your words. Our main event is now!
The cameras revert back to Taylor Lorde stood in the center of the ring. She nods her head to the camera lens and raises the microphone to her lips.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and Gentlemen! This is your main event of the evening! It is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena go out and a silhouette of a short haired woman appears on the screen. Her eyes turn red and her lips do the same as she kisses the screen. “Bad Blood” by Disturbed begins and Kraven Killjoy along with his partner, Saint Remi, both come center stage. They both have the UCI Tag Team Championship belts wrapped around their waist as the Pennsylvania crowd absolutely hates them.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The two champions make their strut down the entrance path, Kraven leading the walk while Saint Remi continues to mock the fans behind the barricade. Kraven is entirely more the aggressive one out of the two while Remi leans back all calm and relaxed. The two men make their way up inside the ring disregarding the fans at ringside who want an autograph or at least a picture.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first team! They are the UCI Tag Team Champions! Kraven Killjoy and Saint Remi, The Soul Hunters!
The Tag Team Champions already take refuge in their corner. Kraven Killjoy stands on the middle turnbuckle removing his belt from around his waist. He raises it high above his head while pointing down to the fans at ringside. Remi on the other hand is relaxing against the ropes, removing his shades and throwing it over his shoulder.
Gravedigger: These are practically the most talented Tag Team to ever step foot into this company. They did what was right for the future of the Tag Team Division: Get rid of those hoarding assholes popularly known as The Guardians. At Beyond, they’ll definitely defeat The Two Gents! Fuckin’ weirdos.
Once their music fades away, the crowd is clearly heard booing the hell out of them. Saint Remi and Kraven Killjoy remain side by side in their corner conversing about strategies. They ignore the disrespectful fans who filled every seat to see this main event.
Jimmy Garcia: The Soul Hunters are on a journey to be the best Tag Team in UCI history. However, that legacy may come to a crashing halt if The Two Gents defeat them for the UCI Tag Team Championships at Beyond.
“Catgroove” by Parov Stelar fires around the stereo system of the arena. The opening beats are heavily enforced on the crowd but they counter the loud music with cheers of their own. A voice echoes faintly around the stadium leaving the crowd confused on what the hell is happening.
Joe Smarts: Dams it, the mic is toos quiet.
Then a deafening voice can be heard over the arena.
Joe Smarts: HERE COME... OH FUCKS, IT TOOS LOUD!!!
Finally, as the final part of the opening beats of Catgroove plays, a reasonably loud microphone can be heard throughout the arena.
Joe Smarts: Here come the World Smartsest Man, Captain Bruddahhood, JOE SMAAAAAARTS!!!!
Joe makes his way out from the backstage area and throws the microphone over his shoulder. He stands center stage until walking down to the ring with a chance of not only getting a win at Beyond over Psychopomo; He also has a chance to beat the UCI Tag Team Champions. This opportunity cannot slip from his fingers, Joe is ready for this huge shot.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with the words “I Like Fries” texted on the front. No Gloves or arm pads. Legs covered by jeans (very flexible jeans). Also has black laced boots on feet. The young athlete shoots himself on top of the apron at full height, leaning forward on the ropes. The Soul Hunters pay him no mind as Joe enters into the ring an excited athlete ready to make an impact.
Sebastian Reid: Joe Smarts is scheduled to face Psychopomp at Beyond for the UCI Rising Stars Championship. How he cooperates with his opponent tonight may be either successful or futile. If they want the victory, they’re gonna have to put aside their differences.
Once his music fades away, we are left with Joe Smarts backed up against the turnbuckles in the opposite corner. He doesn’t like how Saint Remi is flipping him off nor Kraven Killjoy pointing his UCI Tag Team Championship over at him.
Jimmy Garcia: Joe Smarts must have a lot on his mind. I can tell the man doesn’t want to wait at Beyond. He wants Psychopomp now!
“Babylon” by The Tea Party immediately shuts off every light inside the arena. Suddenly, multi-colored lights start flashing around the audience until the Rising Stars Champion, Psychopomp, emerges from backstage to the presence of the audience. He doesn’t get a great reaction, it’s a terrible one actually. The fans hate him and Joe Smarts is in their corner laughing at him.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Psychopomp walks down the entrance path with just one goal and that’s making sure he gets a win even if it means working with his Beyond opponent. Joe isn’t too keen on teaming with Psychopomp but what can you do? The two exchanges some heated words through the distance created.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the UCI Rising Stars Champion, Psychopomp!
Psychopomp gets inside the ring and ignores Joe Smarts in his corner. He raises his championship belt in the center of the ring until his music fades. Everything is set for this match; Kraven Killjoy and Psychopomp will begin the action for each team. Joe wanted in first but he lost the bet while Kraven seems ready to tear Psychopomp a new one.
Jimmy Garcia: The Soul Hunters versus Psychopomp and Joe Smarts. This match is underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Psychopomp and Kraven circle the ring at equal distance until the two lock up with each other. It’s a certified stalemate until Kraven grabs his right arm and launches his opponent into the ropes. Off the rebound, Psychopomp ducks under the right arm then rebounds again to land a beautiful Lariat throwing Kraven down to the mat. Once he’s done, the first pin attempt is quickly made!
One!
Two!
Kick Out!
Immediately Psychopomp drags his opponent up before landing a nice Reverse STO that blows out the face of Kraven Killjoy. He gets back up and remains at the ropes until Saint Remi tries to grab him from behind. Psychopomp breaks off the hold and nails Remi in the head with a Forearm Blow. Remi falls off the apron but Psychopomp falls victim to a Belly to Back Suplex by Killjoy!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: See! This is how teamwork is done. That is how a championship team works together. So long Joe and Psychopomp!
Kraven gets the tag as Remi gets on the apron. The two get inside the ring and start stomping down on the Rising Stars Champion until the legal man is left alone. When Kraven tries to get up, he gets caught in a submission hold of a Surfboard by Remi. Arms held back, knee into the back, the submission is pretty deep.
Jimmy Garcia: Surfboard Submission by Saint Remi. He’s looking to end this match very early!
Psychopomp breaks out of the hold then runs into his corner to tag in Joe Smarts. He gets inside the ring then starts knocking Saint Remi with back to back Clothesline putting him down on the canvas. His partner Kraven screams for Remi to fight back until Remi eats a powerful Superkick dropping him into the mat. He goes for the pin attempt!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
One!
Two!
Sebastian Reid: Oh so close! Kraven Killjoy gets inside the ring and look at Psychopomp waiting to get some revenge on Kraven!
When Psychopomp gets inside the ring, there’s a standoff between him and Kraven. Instead, Psychopomp leaves the ropes, collects his championship belt and backs up the ramp abandoning his own partner.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU POMP! FUCK YOU POMP! FUCK YOU POMP!
Kraven sets up Joe Smarts for the Flapjack which allows Remi to land that finishing Springboard Flatliner combining the two moves into their Tag Team Finishers. Remi gets the pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, Saint Remi and Kraven Killjoy, The Soul Hunters! |
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Post by Results on Apr 11, 2017 23:22:31 GMT -6
Beyond Talking
Chris Hardwick: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am your guest GM this evening, Chris Hardwick, and I would like to welcome you to a little something I call 'Beyond Talking'. For this special segment I have for you this evening, I have managed to procure the best two guests I could think of."
Hardwick points to a well dressed, handsome young man on his right.
Chris Hardwick: "My first guest is the first wrestler to ever win the UCI Infinity match and will be Kevin Bishop's opponent at Beyond, Mr. Dustin Beaver. Dustin, thank you for joining us this evening, I know a lot of people have been wanting to speak with you lately, so I very much appreciate you joining me."
Dustin Beaver: "It's my pleasure, Chris. It's been awhile since the UCI Universe has seen the Supreme Beavliever. I want them to know that I'm still here and I'm still going to become the UCI World Heavyweight Champion."
A gruff laugh is heard from the left side of Hardwick.
Chris Hardwick: "Well maybe there, Dustin, but not if the man to my left has anything to say about it. World Heavyweight Champion, Kevin Bishop, is the other person joining me this evening. Thanks for being here tonight, champ."
Kevin Bishop: "It's good to be here Chris, I'm a big fan of your Talking Dead and I'm sure your gonna have to make a montage video of The Great Beavers defeat after Beyond... I'm just saying..."
Hardwick looks nervously at the camera.
Chris Hardwick: "Heh, I'm sure that could arranged... Well gents, you guys both agreed that this would be a violence free discussion this evening, so I hope that you're both able to hold up your agreements."
Dustin Beaver: "Yeah fine with me, Bish will get his ass beating soon enough."
Kevin Bishop: "Kid, keep that dream alive long enough to actually show up for our match so i can take pleasure in destroying them..."
Hardwick glances down at some notes in his lap.
Chris Hardwick: "Well my first question this evening is for you, Dustin. It's been awhile since you made an appearance here. What all have you been up to since you last appeared on UCI TV?"
Beavs chuckles and points to Bishop.
Dustin Beaver: "See how that guy right there is waiting for an answer? That's why I haven't been on UCI TV recently. I want to keep him guessing, keep him on his toes about when I'm going to make a move, when I'm going to strike. I've been watching him make his little entourage bigger, and you know what that tells me? It tells me he's nervous, it tells me that he has to surround himself with cannon fodder to try to stop the Great Beaver from taking what he thinks is his. But after watching the Infinity match, he should know that I'm not afraid to face anyone and everyone here in UCI to get what I want. But to answer your question, Chris, I've been training, preparing for the biggest match of my life. I'm not going to let all of the Beavlievers out there down, I'm taking that title from Bish, whether he likes it...or not."
Bishop shakes his head at the title challenger.
Chris Hardwick: "Do you have a response to that, Kevin?"
Kevin Bishop: "It's funny Chris... This little guy thinks he's playing mind games with The Mad King... I've destroyed men twice his size and he truly believes that it's my loyal subjects that make it so i win... I suppose if he'd actually watch the product, he'd notice that I've been defending and retaining my World title without their assistance my entire reign... True story, I'm not changing that with this little prick as my next challenger."
The rising tension between the champion and the challenger is becoming apparent.
Chris Hardwick: "Oh my... Now champ, you did just kind of answer this, but Dustin mentioned the fact that The Brotherhood has grown in numbers since you first formed them here in UCI. Are you truly planning on keeping this a one on one title match, or are The Brotherhood going to end up finding a way to be involved in this match?"
Kevin Bishop: "Would you give Negan the 3rd degree, Chris? He's a character that leads his people in a certain way and I bet if he was in my shoes... His men would aim to take a bullet for him if it became a critical moment... I don't need them to fight my battles but they're also men who have their own free will... But I doubt I'll even give them a chance to let their anxiousness build up enough to try to interfere..."
Hardwick points back over to his right.
Chris Hardwick: "What are your thoughts about The Brotherhood's involvement, Dustin?"
Dustin Beaver: "Well Chris, if Bish's little gang somehow does get involved in our match, I have no problem taking every single one of those assholes out. Honestly, I would like it if the champ would keep his dogs in their cages, because if he was a real champ, he'd have no problem keeping it a fair fight. We are the only two that need to be in this match, and as the Beavlievers out there know, I have no problem putting on a match that tears the house down in a one on one fight."
Hardwick nods.
Chris Hardwick: "Oh yeah, I think everyone here knows that the match between you two is going to be one talked about for some time. Last question, we'll start with you again, Dustin. What are you going to do to win the title match at Beyond?"
Beavs springs up from his chair and remains standing by it.
Dustin Beaver: "You want to know what I'm going to do, Chris? I'm going to bring the same ferocity, the same innovativeness, that same level of violence that's made Dustin Beaver a household wrestling name my entire career. I showed the UCI Universe just a taste of that in the Infinity match, this time around I'm ready to show them and the whole world just what the Great Beaver is truly capable of. By the time it's all said and done, not only will EVERYONE be a Beavliever, but I'll be the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, BEAVLIEVE THAT."
At the end of Beaver's last sentence, Bishop stands up and remains standing next to his chair.
Kevin Bishop: "You're stretching for those stars kid and the closer you get the harder that inevitable fall is going to be... I am going to end you before you even get a chance to begin and when this all said and done... You WILL kneel before your KING!"
At the end of Bishop's last sentence, both men take a step forward at the same time. Eventually Beaver and Bishop stand face to face right in front of Hardwick, neither man backing down in their intensity and obvious animosity towards each other.
Chris Hardwick: "April 24th, Beyond live from Wembley Stadium in London, England, Dustin Beaver vs. Kevin Bishop for the UCI World Heavyweight Title. You're not going to want to miss this one, folks, trust me!" |
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