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Post by Results on May 25, 2017 23:44:39 GMT -6
Introduction
Overload’s theme music ends on a pan-out shot of the jam-packed. Excitement fills the stands as the audience wait with baited breath for another installment of UCI programming. With Lazarus just around the corner, emotions are high and stakes are even higher. Tonight was to be no different; what with the announcement that tonight’s Guest Host will be none other than the Mayor of Chicago himself, former Rising Stars and premier Intercontinental Champion, David Sanchez.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome to Overload ladies and gentlemen and what a card we have here for you tonight! If you haven’t seen the internet this week; then you’re in for a treat because tonight’s main event is Plague versus Plague. David Sanchez returning to UCI after eight months to challenge Kevin Bishop in what he’s calling a non-title exhibition of curiosity.
Gravedigger: Basically Sanchez wants to prove to a new target market how much better he is than Kevin.
Sebastian Reid: well, you’ve worked with them both at different times in your career ‘digger. Who walks out of Overload with the win?
Gravedigger: I’m going to go with my Three Kings brother, Kevin Bishop. Sanchez made relatively short work of him last time around. But that loss at WCF Aftermath seems to have been the final straw for Sanchez. He’s losing his shit, and that usually hinders one’s ability to compete at a high level.
Jimmy Garcia: San...
The opening riff to Deaf Havana’s ‘L.O.V.E’ hits the speakers and a look of confusion stains the expression of many a paying customer. This is quick to vanish though as Sanchez steps out from the curtain; dressed in a suit of charcoal colour and sporting a humbled look as he stands stationary, staring out at the fans who finally give him the standing ovation he always wanted from them. The cheers are quick to change though as the novelty wears off and people remember who they’re dealing with here.
I took a step back into the dirt,
I’m not proud of myself.
And it must be love...
that holds me down so well.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming back one of UCI’s original sons; from Bogota, Colombia by way of Chicago, Illinois. He is tonight’s Guest General Manage and the Mayor of Chicago, He’d also like me to announce him as the TRUE Plague of professional wrestling - Daaaaaaavid Saaaancheeeezzzzzz!!!
David’s usual emotionless stare at the crowd is replaced for a few moments with a flare of something long-forgotten behind his eyes; a genuine appreciation for his craft. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. Such theatrics would only have subtracted from this moment. The new entrance music sets the tone as he stirs back into life, the paradigm shifting with the crowd who’ve finished welcoming him back now and have taken to getting under his skin with a deafening chant designed to drive him mad. Bonnie Blue’s name echoes throughout the arena, being shouted at him as though it were his own. This only seems to please Sanchez though, who smiles and nods; seemingly in appreciation.
Cause the guilt that should be eating at my conscience, isn't there.
I took a step back into the dirt,
I think I'm crying for help.
As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo he walks at a relaxed pace down the ramp, a lot calmer than people were used to, creating an uneasy feel with every footstep. Upon reaching the ring, he climbs up the steel steps before wiping his boots on the apron and stepping through the ropes. With no wasted motion, he trucks on through the resentment he’s being given by the crowd, who’ve now remembered the antics which led to his exile originally. The pyrotechnics sabotage that almost took the eyesight from then-champion; the late Alex Richards. With no manners’ to be seen, Sanchez snatches a microphone from the ring announcer; bringing it to his lips immediately.
David Sanchez: Let’s just feed the trolls right out of the gate and get this over with. Bonnie Blue! You got the win over me back at Aftermath. Biggest win of your career I’d guess and as such probably delivering my most catastrophic of losses and cementing my standing as a choke-artist on the big stage….
David Sanchez: But this? This ain’t the big stage darlin’. So why don’t you make your way down here, give us a twirl and we can get that closure I’ve been craving. Unless of course…
Cut off by Bonnie’s music which is heard then muted immediately as she walks onto the ramp, already equipped with a microphone and a stride towards the ring that would suggest she means business.
Bonnie Blue: Oh, no, no, David... Closure came at Aftermath, when I put your shoulders on the canvas and showed everybody in the Dub that a UCI Superstar is EVERY BIT as good as WCF's top talent; BETTER! We went out there an' we tore the roof off that damn arena, an' in the end, Bonnie Blue rep-re-fuckin'-sented the UCI with distinction! After all the shit you talked about how MY comp'ny is a black hole of talent, I shut you up, an' I put you down. An' the very next time you decide you wanna run your damn mouth, I'm gonna be there to shut you up again!
She reaches the ring, played through the ropes by the crowd who cheer, roar and generally lose their shit as she steps between the ropes and gets right in David’s face, pointing at the UCI logo on the canvas as she does so.
Crowd: One more match!!! One more match!!! One more match!!!
Sanchez backs down to her; the number one contender with a smile and soaks in this rare adoration from the fans. Even Bonnie is a little overwhelmed by the crowd’s reaction and she was used to their applause. Neither competitor could deny their encounter had been anything short of an epic trial by combat that had stole the show one fateful Springtime evening.
Bonnie: But you, you fuckin' psycho, you can't just leave it at that. You drag your ass back into MY comp'ny -- the comp'ny YOU left, in disgrace -- talkin' about closure like we didn't just write the end of our final chapter in the ring at Aftermath. Maybe I rung your bell too hard that night, so let me make this clear: there is no more "us", no more you and me, and whatever delusions you've built up in your head, there never really was.
As though she had been speaking a language that rang foreign to his ear, Sanchez stands firmly and proud, smiling at the Daughter of Time as he offers a reply.
David Sanchez: Bonnie… before this goes any further. I’ll stop you right there. My being here tonight? It’s not about that stuff; any of it. I’m sorry for all the weirdness that’s just my way of fucking with people before big matches. Clearly, it didn’t work in your case because well you beat my ass pretty good and came out looking like a million bucks. I just wanted to show you that there’s no hard feelings and suck your dick in front of YOUR fans instead of the ones in the Dub.
Crowd: YOU-SEE-EYE!!! YOU-SEE-EYE!!! YOU-SEE-EYE!!!
Bonnie scans her storied rival up and down; hesitant to say the least give his less than trustworthy reputation. Before she can question his intentions or motives though, he lifts the mic to his lips again, and starts to walk away as he does so.
David Sanchez: So here it is, the bottom line. An endorsement from Caesar if you will. Miss Blue, you pinned my shoulders to the mat and gave me the fight of my life at Aftermath. I’ve got every bit of faith that you’ll go on to Lazarus and take the UCI World Championship from my own little obsessed fan - ‘The Great Pretender’ Kevin Bishop. I know you think this is all part of some bullshit scheme, so I’m getting out of YOUR ring to show you that I’m not here tonight to get under your skin or harm you in any way. On the contrary actually; I’m here to get you over. As if you even need it, this place is packed to the Goddamn rafters! And they came here tonight to see you!!
He stops halfway up the ramp, sitting cross-legged on the steel entranceway before addressing the elephant in the room as the Daughter of Time mulls over his alleged reasoning for a moment. The fans give Bonnie a standing ovation, even Sanchez puts the microphone down for a moment and offers a few slow claps of his hands before continuing.
David Sanchez: I’ve not got any grand evil plans tonight, sorry to disappoint butI wanted to come back to UCI on good terms. I felt I owed more to this place than I was able to give to this place at that time… But I can see now; this place doesn’t need my help and neither do you Bonnie! Go win the World Championship darlin’ … you fuckin’ deserve it!!
The crowd bursts once more into song, chanting Bonnie’s name repeatedly to varying rhythms.
Bonnie Blue: ... Wow. That is a surprisingly noble sentiment from you, Dave. Thank you. But you didn't come here just to tell these fine people what they already know -- that Bonnie Blue is about to be the next UCI World Heavyweight Champion -- so why ARE you here?
Jimmy Garcia: That’s good to see, a rare display of showmanship from a conquered foe.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I’ve worked with Sanchez, and I’m not buying this whole bit. There’s gotta be an angle in it
David Sanchez: Well, with all that said. I figured now would be as good of a time as any to make amends. I left this place on pretty shitty terms, and that’s always been something I regretted deeply. One year ago, almost to the day… I debuted here after taking a well-deserved break from professional wrestling to focus on my political career. I didn’t think the place would last a month, and yet here we are - a year later and the place is still going strong. Well, not strong but you know what I’m getting at. Nobodies came to repossess the turnbuckle pads just yet, so I’m guessing the books are cooked good enough to hide whatever illegitimate gains have got you guys through the Winter months.
Shifting back to regularly scheduled programming, Sanchez talks with condescension now; not to Bonnie but to the rest of the locker room, particularly the King of the Brotherhood.
David Sanchez: By hook or by crook though; you guys have managed a whole year without getting shut down or absorbed into a meta-WCF storyline. So that’s something you boys and girls in the back can be proud of.That pride though… that’s not yours to feel Kevin. You’re a guest in your own kingdom. Midcard talent posing as a main eventer; the Mad King? You’re nothing Kevin. This is UCI - it was built on better brickwork than you could ever dream of building…
The crowd starts to soften towards him now, clapping as he lists off some names the fans could never forget.
David Sanchez: Scarecrow… Howard Black… The guys that put this fucking company on the internet; never mind television. I was one of them, once. A reason to tune into Monday Night Overload; although it feels like a lifetime ago. Maybe I’m just getting sentimental but when I got here tonight; I knew my true purpose. See, when I made this match - my plan was to go out there and make you look inept as a champion, Kev. So when Bonnie beats you with relative ease at Lazarus it pales in comparison to the way in which I tear you apart this evening.
Bonnie furrows her eyebrows now, was this his motive?
David Sanchez: But… then I got here and something changed. I don’t want to steal this thunder; it’s not mine to enjoy. So now? Well now I’m going to go out there Kevin and wrestle the same calibre of match with you as I endured with your number one contender at Aftermath while you and Emo-Kaine were jobbing to a guy in clown-paint with a bucket on his head.
The crowd pops, nothing like a bit of ZT-hate to unite the masses.
David Sanchez: “If you can give me even half the fight that Bonnie did Kevin, then this is going to be the match of your life. Are you ready for the challenge? You’ve pinned me before, in an eight-man tag. But that forgotten I’ve won every other match we’ve ever been a part of. Then again… this was also true of Bonnie and well, we all know how that turned out.”
Standing up now, and talking still, he vanishes behind the curtain. Dropping the mic with a crackle just as he steps out of view through the gorilla position.
David Sanchez: “Bottom line, Bish - Don’t waste your time worrying about how I’m going to choke your pandering ass out in five minutes this time, instead of ten like before and make you look more hopeless than you do an obscured, discount tribute act to me. You’ve got an electric cage to be thinking about. You've got Bonnie Blue taking your title to be thinking about. But more than that Kevin, you’ve gotta plan ahead, try to head off what comes next - the sharp decline into the nether of defeat, depression and certain downfall to the middle of the card, where you so rightfully belong… for what’s a King without a crown?” |
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Post by Results on May 25, 2017 23:50:41 GMT -6
Defenestration Jones vs Calvin Harris
Jimmy Garcia: Strong words from tonight's General Manager as we begin this edition of Monday Night Overload!
Gravedigger: This is the last Overload before our SECOND annual Lazarus pay-per-view, where Bonnie Blue challenges reiging World Champion Kevin Bishop for the World Title! But first up, we have the UCI debut of a man already well-known in this business for his long list of accomplishments and a vicious streak a mile wide -- Calvin Harris!
Sebastian Reid: He's tried the rest and now he's committed to the best wrestling company on the planet, UCI, as he makes his first appearance against up-and-coming rookie Defenestration Jones!
The house lights briefly flicker as the vocal intro to Ciara's version of "Paint It, Black" begins. Multicolored lasers play across the darkened stage when the music kicks in.
I see a red door, and....
A figure appears on the stage, silhouetted against the InfiniTron as it comes to life with the image of a thick pane of glass.
....I want it painted black.
On screen, the glass is struck by some unseen force as the drumbeat joins in, shattering in slow motion. The stage lights brighten progressively as the 'Tron shuts off again, until Defenestration Jones is fully illuminated, the light reflecting off her gold-and-black singlet. Her lip curls in a sneer of disdain for the fans as she slowly raises a fist into the air. Boos rain down from the crowd, fueling her as she stalks down the aisle with an arrogant swagger. She climbs the steps, crosses the ring, and perches on the turnbuckles. Jones lifts her chin proudly, and winglike spreads her arms to receive the crowd's malediction, a cocky smirk on her lips.
Taylor Lorde: First to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois; Defenestration Jones!
Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place. With that being said Fall Out Boy's "Memories" began to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicking it all off and it was something the thousands in attendance were able to recognize from the start. Didn't take long at all for those fans to begin to change their tune. They went from being excited for action to completely and utterly loathing the show. All because of who was about to make their to the ring.
Only a few seconds had passed since the song began to play. That's when the curtain could be seen being slowly pulled back. Stepping out a moment later happened to be none other than the man known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling himself, Calvin Harris. Seeing the man caused the crowd to uproar again, but this time with louder boos and jeers. All of them hoping that this was going to be enough to get him to go away. However they should've known better than that. Standing center of the stage, Calvin looked around the ring with this smug smirk on his lips. The type of smug smirk that would make people want to knock it right off his expression.
That being said Calvin found himself stretching his arms out to either side of him. Almost like he was encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. For this was something that actually motivated him and something that actually drove him. Like puppets the fans gave in booing even louder and vocally expressing their hatred for him anyway that they could. After a few moments he lowered his arms back down at his side and began to slowly make his way down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing at this time all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling. . . CALVIN HARRIS!
Hearing that announcement put the crowd on edge. It was like they were hearing nails running down a chalkboard. Not a pleasant situation at all. Again they were vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. Let alone begin to form an actual thought that made any sense. By this time that he had been introduced to the crowd. Calvin was halfway down the ramp, seemingly taking his time. That smirk of his remained on his expression as he let out a couple of chuckles at those fans he deemed pathetic. Though, he had finally made it to the end of the ramp.
Calvin took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.
All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.
DING-DING-DING!
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell, and Jones wastes no time rushing her opponent, trying to lock up with him.
Gravedigger: Harris just knocks her flat and there's that cocky smirk already.
Calvin Harris taunts his opponent, pointing and shaking his head.
Sebastian Reid: Harris better not underestimate Defenestration Jones. Her only loss in the company so far was in a battle royal; one-on-one, this woman is dangerous!
Jones leaps back to her feet and approaches Harris more carefully this time. She holds out her hand, calling for a test of strength. The Martyr looks down at her, obviously amused at this tactic, and goes to take her up on it, when --
Jimmy Garcia: Low blow from Defenestration Jones!
Gravedigger: Great thinking on her part here! She lured Harris in by playing on his overconfidence and surprised him with a shot to the nuts!
Sebastian Reid: Dirty move, but effective! Can she capitalize?
Jones backs off, takes Harris' measure, and runs at him, delivering a boot right to his face!
Jimmy Garcia: Yes, she can! Big boot from Jones and Calvin Harris is looking a little dazed now.
Gravedigger: And the ex-cop looking for a Judo-style hip toss -- DENIED! Harris reverses and drops her backfirst across his knee! Calvin Harris with the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Sebastian Reid: Only a two-count as Defenestration Jones kicks out; but the Martyr is firmly in control here as he pulls her back to her feet. Irish whip!
Jones is flung across the ring to hit the ropes on the opposite side, and rebounds back fast.
Jimmy Garcia: Clotheline!
Gravedigger: NO! Jones ducks under it and hits the ropes again!
Sebastian Reid: Springboard crossbody! Defenestration Jones collides full force with Calvin Harris in the middle of the ring and now Harris is on his back!
Jones rolls her opponent up for the pin, but the Martyr escapes just as quickly and gives her a love tap on the chin for her efforts. Defenestration shakes it off and shoots him a glare; Harris just grins at her.
Jimmy Garcia: What a jerk! Calvin Harris clearly enjoys being the bigger opponent in this matchup, taking the time to play cat-and-mouse with Jones.
Gravedigger: Jones isn't having any of it, though, as she springs back into action with a headscissors takedown!
Sebastian Reid: Looking for that leg choke, now...
Jones nearly has it cinched in, when her opponent reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope. The referee steps in and starts counting.
1... 2... 3... 4...
Jimmy Garcia: Jones holding that choke as long as the rules allow for, and not one second longer, as she is forced to release her opponent.
Gravedigger: That's the veteran ring awareness of a man like Calvin Harris and from what we've seen tonight, he'll go far in this company -- as soon as he gets past Defenestration Jones!
Both opponents up now and Harris nails Jones with a forearm that staggers her before walking her into a corner, where he delivers a savage, Ric Flair-esque chop to Jones' chest.
Crowd: WHOOOOOO!
And another...
Crowd: WHOOOOOO!
Then a third one...
Crowd: WHOOOOOO!
The third time's the charm as he backs off and allows Jones to simply drop to the mat. He pulls her out of the corner to the middle of the ring and makes the pin.
Sebastian Reid: Another cover from the Martyr!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-- NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Jones gets the shoulder up!
Back on her feet again, but looking a little tired after two near-falls, Jones runs to the ropes and tries for a desperate bulldog. Harris evades the sloppy attempt and gets her in a facelock instead! He lifts her up!
Gravedigger: Northern Lights Suplex! This may be it for Jones!
Sebastian Reid: Not yet! He's pulling her back up again! Looks like he wants to make sure she stays down this time!
Defenestration Jones after kicking out of the pin quickly gets back to her feet along Calvin Harris. The two charge at each other then clash into each with a Running Crossbody! Once they land on the canvas, they manage to lock each other in a Small Package. The referee slides down to the mat and begins the official count!
Jimmy Garcia: Wait! Both their shoulders are down on the mat!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Both competitors get up off the pin and raise their arms thinking they have it one until the referee walks over to the ropes. He asks Taylor Lorde to announce the match as he whispers into her ear then she nods.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and Gentlemen! Both shoulders of each competitors were down on the mat, therefore this match is a DRAW!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Sebastian Reid: So what the hell is going to happen now?!
Gravedigger: I don’t know but I don’t give a damn! |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:02:39 GMT -6
Kuno Kenji vs El Payaso Loco
Jimmy: Up next we have the brotherhood in action. Its Kenji verse loco in what can be an interesting match because both men are high flying cruiser weights.
Sebastian: It’ll be a great match, that’s for sure.
A loud, high-pitched "Nyaaaa!~" echoes over the PA system, causing the women and children, (and a few very weird adult men), to squeal in delight.
Tokameki Poporon starts playing as soft lights in baby blue, white and pink illuminate the entire arena, matching the colors on Kuno's tights as he walks out from backstage, drawing another huge pop from the crowd, his black cat ears perking up at the roar.
Not quite anticipating such an overwhelming reaction, Kuno hides his blushing face in his hands, drawing several "Aww"s from the audience.
As the vocals of the song kick in Kuno manages to forget about how terrifying he finds the crowd as he 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, letting out a soft "Nya~", drawing a second exclamation of "Aww" from the crowd before he makes his way to his own corner.
Wavedigger: Gawd, I want to punch this guy right in his stupid fat fucking face. Hows this even a theme song?
The opening riff of "Let's Go" hits the PA as the lights lower. Red, white and green spotlights flicker around the entrance ramp, falling onto one central space. At that point, they focus upwards as Payaso Loco descends from the rafters on a cord of some form, landing safely on the ground. He detaches himself from the cord, making a beeline for the ring and jumping from the floor, over the top rope and into the ring. He flies up to the nearest turnbuckle, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the fans.
Jimmy: We don’t know much about Loco but he looks impressive. He is a high flyer and damn entertaining in the middle of the ring. Lets see how he does against Kenji, a more experience athlete.
Sebastian: Wait! It’s the Brotherhood! They’re coming out from the crowd!
Wavedigger: And the lord is answering my prayers.
The Brotherhood hits the ring and jump Loco, beating him down without mercy.
Jimmy: This isn’t even fair! Loco is just one man going against the Brotherhood minus Kevin Bishop.
Sebastian: The brotherhood are ruthless. They are relentless. I cannot believe what I am seeing right now.
Wavedigger: So many boots and fists. This is the Brotherhood showing the world that they can do what they want – when they want. Guys like Loco are on notice. You are a victim. You are a statistic.
Jimmy: Guys, I think we’re going to have to call this a non contest.. The All out assault by the Brotherhood towards Loco is just too much. The ref cant even get a grip on the situation. We’ll have to take a commercial break.
Wavedigger: This is a message going into Lazarus. You want some of the Brotherhood, you’ll end up like Loco here. Bloody on the floor. Not moving. Possibly dead. Crossing the Brotherhood could spell the end of your career. |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:03:11 GMT -6
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:07:05 GMT -6
Fatal Four Way Match Hunter Updegraff vs Karlie Nash vs Teo Del Sol vs Psychopomp
We cut back from commercial with Hunter Updegraff and Psychopomp in adjacent corners of the ring, warming up as Pomp’s music fades out.
Sebastian Reid: Big four way match here tonight with some of UCI’s top competitors, really anyone’s game in this one.
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down and stretches in her corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Karlie Nash is toughness defined, never count out this one in any matchup!
Gravedigger: She’s been here since October, Jimmy. Karlie Nash knows the ins and the outs of a UCI ring as well as anyone and you have to admit that’s a damn good advantage to have.
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 applause 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: A former two time TV champ and one half of our current tag champs. You know, a lot of people see Teo as an underdog, but I don’t think so!
Jimmy Garcia: Agreed!
Gravedigger: Get a room already.
Sebastian Reid: All four in their corners now, ref calls for it.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Hunter trying to blindside Pomp with an elbow to the side of the head!
Gravedigger: Pomp counters, spitting right in his face! The Rising Stars champ out here making Poppa Diggs proud.
Sebastian Reid: Thesz press from Hunter, some big strikes from him.
Jimmy Garcia: Teo with the low dropkick, that one knocking Hunter back!
Gravedigger: Nash after him though, lifted back to his feet.
Sebastian Reid: Leaping right kick to the head from Teo!
Jimmy Garcia: Teo off the ropes now, charging at Nash like a bull!
Gravedigger: Sol going for the crossbody, but Nash manages to catch the tag champ mid air!
Sebastian Reid: Teo launched overhead by Karlie Nash!
Jimmy Garcia: The champ being thrown back like a ragdoll there!
Gravedigger: Pomp back up, Nash not noticing.
Sebastian Reid: Running chop across the chest from the Rising Stars champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Nash whipped off the ropes by Pomp now!
Gravedigger: Spinning forearm on the rebound, but Nash managing to duck underneath.
Sebastian Reid: Nash running back again here.
Jimmy Garcia: Big kitchen sink from Psychopomp and a cover!
Gravedigger: No chance to capitalize though with Hunter Updegraff back up behind him!
Sebastian Reid: Leaping neckbreaker from Updegraff, cover on Psychopomp!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Updegraff pulls Pomp up here, couple big haymakers to the Brotherhood member!
Gravedigger: Sol back up behind Updegraff, dropkick to the back.
Sebastian Reid: That one sends Updegraff colliding with Pomp.
Jimmy Garcia: Hunter turns around, right into the set up!
Gravedigger: Habanero Hurricane from Teo del Sol, Hunter barely able to stand.
Sebastian Reid: Nash back up, she throws Sol out through the ropes and she has Hunter Updegraff right where she wants him!
Jimmy Garcia: Upper Body Injury!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Karlie Nash!
Gravedigger: Big win and a big amount of momentum heading into Lazarus for Karlie Nash! |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:13:19 GMT -6
Erin Fausse vs Shadowlove
Gravedigger: Up next is the Erin Fausse versus Shadowlove match and I want you to take notes Jimmy. This is in the kind of in depth analysis only a real color commentor can deliver. I know impressing you isn't much but prepare to be dazzled Garcia.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, this oughta be good.
Gravedigger: Guardians suck. Brotherhood rules.
Jimmy Garcia: That's it? Seriously?
Sebastion Reid: You're the one who gave him the opening.
Jimmy Garcia: I hope Mister UCI destroys Erin now just to spite you Gravedigger.
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The First Couple of Professional Wrestling" 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 First Couple of Professional Wrestling" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers and raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face, hiding her incandescent green eyes, with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "'The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of his name.” shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand in an on guard, very protective, ever vigilant attack formation behind Ms. Miyamoto outside the squared-circle.
Gravedigger: Why does she get bodyguards? Like she's so special.
Jimmy Garcia: After what happened to Mc. Miyamoto a few weeks ago this is a very smart move by Shadowlove.
Gravedigger: More like cowardly. All Guardians and associates of Guardians are cowards!
Sebastion Reid: At least Digger is consistent.
Gravedigger: Don't call me Digger Reid. You haven't earned that right to be that friendly with me.
The hand-percussion that begins The Handsome Family's "Far From Any Road" plays over the speakers as the lights begin to dim. Within a few seconds, darkness falls upon the arena as the acoustic guitar kicks in, playing a vaguely sinister riff. A few more seconds later, Erin Fausse emerges from the back, her arrival punctuated by Brett Sparks' ominous baritone.
"From the dusty mesa/Her looming shadow grows/Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote"
She takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly, a smile forming on her face as thunderous jeers greet her. Her head cocked to the side, she begins her descent towards the ring, her confidence unfazed by the sea of disapproval from the audience. At the ringside area, she ascends the steel steps, pausing at the first one and turning to face the audience. The smile never leaving her face, she forms her left hand into the shape of a gun and takes aim at the audience, seemingly opening fire on the paying customers. As the boos increase in volume, she rolls her eyes and makes her way up the remaining stairs, stepping into the ring under the bottom rope. As she backs towards her corner, she shrugs at Taylor Lorde, who has already taken a few steps away from her. Her eyes slide shut as Lorde begins to introduce her and she falls into the corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait a second.. Erin Fausse just shoved Taylor Lorde into Shadowlove and unloads on him with rights and lefts! She just used the ring announcer to gain an unfair advantage!
Gravedigger: You say unfair. I just say advantage. Brillant move by Erin. Now she monkey flips Shadowlove into the corner and literally stands on his throat. Where's Mister UCI now?
Sebastion Reid: There is a lot of this match yet to come Digger. Although there might not be as Erin is tearing away at the eyes of Shadowlove with a vicious eye gouge. She said she was going to show Shadowlove why aligning with the Guardians was dangerous, thus far she's living up to her words.
Gravedigger: She always does. That's why she was first Rising Star champion. Now she's hanging him upside down in the corner... and running basement dropkick to the jaw. She slides out of the ring and grabs Shadowlove by the hair pulls him to the arena floor and goodnight! He's not getting up after that brutal double stomp on the floor!
Jimmy Garcia: I hate to agree with you Gravedigger. I mean I really really hate it. But I think you may be right. Shadowlove isn't moving.
Sebastion Reid: Yeah but Erin isn't capitalizing. She's over with those bodyguards and she's even threatening them. She's got herself a trash can and just threw it Black Rain.
Gravedigger: This girl fears no one! And she's showing Shadowlove that Miyamoto isn't safe if she's around. Hey.. what a cheap shot! Shadowlove just superkicked Fausse in the back of the head.
Jimmy Garcia: I knew Shadowlove wouldn't be intimidated! Now look at this! He's slamming the head of Erin right off those ring steps again and again! Now he punishes Erin with his running ramming headbutt ribght off the ring post! He tosses Erin in the ring and tosses in the steps after her!
Sebastion Reid: Making your opponent angry can be a good stratgry. But it can also backfire. Like it is tonight. Erin enraged Shadowlove and now she's dealing with the consquences. Like that tilt a whirl backbreaker!
Gravedigger: C'mon Erin.. don't let him do this to you! Oh no.. don't!
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove sets up the steps and then sets up Fausse for a piledriver. The Brotherhood could be down a member after this. He lifts Erin up and she low blowed him! That should be a disqualification!
Gravedigger: After what he tried to do? Get real Jimmy! Oh yeah... Hand of God on the steps!
Sebastion Reid: Referee has lost total control of this one! That knee trembler on the steps just took all the fight of Shadowlove though. And she's nowing just stomping the face of Shadowlove into the ring steps again and again! Referee has called for the bell!
Jimmy Garcia: Has Erin Fausse been disqualied?
Gravedigger: Does Erin Fausse care? She just knocked out Shadowlove with the Baptism Unto Death. Referee Scott Casey is talking to Taylor Lorde. I think we have a verdict.
Taylor Lorde: Here is the referee's official decision. He awards the bout, as a result of ko, to Erin Fausse!
Gravedigger: A brutal performance from the Pontiff tonight. She just showed exactly how dangerous she is.
Sebastion Reid: But I would imagine she hasn't seen the last of Shadowlove after that dirty trick.
Gravedigger: What dirty trick? Totally clean win from the upstanding stable of gentleman, the Brotherhood. |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:18:22 GMT -6
Mustache Bros Segment
Dani Applegate is standing in the ring.
Dani Applegate: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, accompanied by Mama and Papa Mustache, the Super Stache Brothers!
“A.D.I.D.A.S.” plays as Buff, Biff, Papa, and even Mama flex their muscles at the top of the aisle. Buff carries a phallic shaped trophy down to the ring.
Sebastian Reid: What the hell is that?
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like a penis.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Sebastian, something you don’t have.
Sebastian Reid: That’s not what your mother said.
Jimmy Garcia: Nice one.
Gravedigger: You want to die, right?
Sebastian gulps.
Sebastian Reid: Sorry.
The family enters the ring.
Dani Applegate: Um, Buff, I know you didn’t win the BONO tournament, so I have to ask, what is that trophy and where did you get it?
Buff: Dani, you ignorant slut!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!
Sebastian Reid: Now that’s not necessary.
Buff: How can you call yourself a respectable broadcast journalist and not know what this trophy represents? You think I only competed in one tournament this past week? Please. I’m a Mustache. I have more stamina in my pubic hair than the average UCI wrestler has in their whole body! Not only did I compete in the BONO tournament, but I also competed in and won…
He holds up his trophy.
Buff: …the BONER Tournament!
The crowd boos while the rest of the Mustache Family applauds.
Jimmy Garcia: Of course.
Buff: And let me tell you something, at 15 inches, no one even came…
Dani waits for Buff to finish the sentence.
Dani Applegate: Close?
Buff: What?
Dani: No one even came…oh, god, never mind.
The Mustache Family laughs.
Biff: Good one!
The brothers high five.
Dani Applegate: Anyway, let’s talk about the BONO tournament. A lot of people are criticizing you and your brother for the way you conducted yourselves, especially in the first round match. Everyone was expecting a competitive match between the two of you, but as you can see in the replay on the screen, you gave Biff what people are now calling the “Dick Poke of Doom” and just like that, you advanced to the next round. How do you explain yourselves?
Buff goes to answer, but Biff interrupts.
Biff: Let me take this one, bro!
Buff gives Biff the floor.
Biff: You see, babe, over the past month, there’s been a lot of tension between The Biffster and The Stuff Known as Buff. I got a little jealous that he was coming into UCI after I debuted and made things a little uncomfortable over at Mustache Manor, especially for our dear Mama Mustache. She’s a tough lady. She once snorted ten pounds of cocaine in sixty seconds while getting triple penetrated by Three Dog Night and still was able to compete in a body building competition one hour later. But even the thought of her two sons beating the ever living piss out each other was too much for her cocaine addled heart to bear, so Buff and I sat down a few hours before the match and decided that our family was too important to jeopardize. We flipped a coin and the rest is history! And let me tell all of you this, man. That will be the last time you will ever see The Biffster standing on the opposite side of the ring from his brother. As long as I have two testicles swinging between my legs, I will NEVER EVER fight a member of my family!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!
Dani Applegate: I guess that’s noble of you, but what about what the two of you did to Erin Fausse before her second round match against Buff?
Buff: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you mean “the two of you?” Are you saying that we had something to do with that smokin’ hot piece of ass being brought to the hospital? Whatever happened to her was NOT our fault. It’s unfortunate that she was injured, but the fact remains that she couldn’t answer a 69 count and therefore, she had to forfeit the match. But Erin, if you can hear me, anytime you want to do a little rehab with The Stuff Known as Buff, you just call me, baby, and I’ll make sure that ass gets back to full mobility, oh yeah!
The brothers laugh and high five each other. Suddenly, Papa Stache grabs Dani’s microphone.
Papa Stache: Well the first thing you’ve gotta realize, brother, is that this right here is the future of wrestling. You can call this the New World Organ of wrestling, brother! These two men…
Mama smacks Papa in the back of the head.
Mama Mustache: Ernesto, what the hell is wrong with you! This isn’t 1996!
Papa Stache: Oh, sorry, brother. I was having a flashback to Slaughter in the Sand when I joined up with those two big dudes, The Backsiders... or were they the Inside Hers?
Mama Mustache: These ain’t the fuckin’ Backsiders, Ernesto, these are ya fuckin’ sons, and they got more talent than those two giant douchebags any day of the week!
She turns to the crowd.
Mama Mustache: And as far as you fuckin’ people go, you can go fuck yaselves!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!
Mama Mustache: You people were all too eager to watch my sons beat the shit out of each otha, and it was caused me great distress. Do you asshole wrestlin’ fans know what it’s like to see ya two kids fightin’? It’s the worst thing you could imagine, and this is comin’ from someone who went to Vietnam in the late 60s for a USO Show and let a member of the Vietcong shove a piece of bamboo up ‘er gawd damned pussy. It’s a miracle that I had fuckin’ kids afta that, and you people, with ya love of violence and professional wrestlin’, wanted to see my two little miracles kill each otha in this squared circle. Well, you know what? My two gawd damned kids came to their senses and now, the Mustache Family is stronga than eva!
Buff: That’s right, Mama! And the Super Stache Brothers are the strongest tag team in UCI.
Biff: And now that we’re on the same page, anyone with a pulse, and more importantly a title, better steer clear of our supreme masculinity, because the Super Stache Brothers are taking over worse than a case of the crabs, oh yeah!
Papa Stache: And watcha gonna do when…
Mama Mustache: Gawd damn it, Ernesto, stop ya time travelin’! This isn’t about you!
Buff: It’s alright Mama, we’ll finish that for him.
Buff and Biff: WATCHA GONNA DO WHEN THE SUPER STACHE BROTHERS GO WILD IN YOU?!?
“A.D.I.D.A.S.” plays as the Mustache Family poses in the ring.
Sebastian Reid: The UCI roster has been warned like a high school health class during a lesson on STDs.
Jimmy Garcia: I slept through that day of class and now I can’t get rid of this rash. Take a lesson from me kids: a one night stand lasts for one night but syphilis lasts forever.
Gravedigger and Sebastian just stare at Jimmy after that revelation.
Sebastian Reid: Um, on that note, we’ll be right back. |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:19:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:22:12 GMT -6
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:29:30 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Damian Kaine © vs Joe Smarts
Jimmy Garcia: Joe Smarts looking as confident as only a man of his level of intelligence can as he prepares for a big challenge here tonight!
Gravedigger: I don’t know how to interpret that.
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.
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: Kaine laser focused right now, but can’t quite say the same about Smarts who just seems happy to be here.
Gravedigger: You can really tell whose parents believe in vaccines around here.
The two meet in the middle of the ring, shaking hands as the bell rings out.
DING DING DING!!
The two men tie up and Smarts quickly wrestles Kaine onto his stomach and throws an arm over his back.
Joe Smarts: Counts it, refs!
Gravedigger: Some people deserve to be bullied.
Smarts smacks his hand against the mat a few times, standing up and celebrating as Kaine pushes to his feet in confusion and amusement.
Jimmy Garcia: Smarts turning around here and he eats a big running STO from the champ!
Sebastian Reid: Kaine taking to the top rope now!
Gravedigger: Kaine ready to take flight perhaps.
Jimmy Garcia: SILVER BULLET!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Damian Ka-
With Kaine coming to his feet to celebrate, both him and Taylor are cut off by Spencer Adams on the big screen.
Spencer Adams: You know, I think I’ve been a bit of a pushover with people like you, DK. You can act like you’re big time all you want, but a guy who tries to pin someone on their gut? This changes starting now. At Lazarus, I’m making sure you have a hell of a challenge. Enjoy the heat, bud.
DK is left looking irritated with the belt flung over his shoulder as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:30:44 GMT -6
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:35:37 GMT -6
Co-Main Event Casey Holliday vs Zombie McMorris
Jimmy Garcia: Guys, we’re onto our co-main event of the evening. Its going to be Casey Holliday in perhaps her biggest challenge in her UCI career as she goes one on one with Zombie McMorris.
Sebastian Reid: Let me tell you something about our Golden Ticket winner; she’s got guts. Casey Holliday as heart and determination on her side. She is out to prove that she belong above everyone in UCi and that includes our world champion, Kevin Bishop. This match right here is where she gets to make a statement.
Wavedigger: Yah, its called her resignation. She’s never fought Ol’Z before. This is going to be a challenge. This is going to be a fight.
Sebastian: And Casey is read for that. Casey is so ready for the world title, she should have won it last month when she won the Ticket.
Jimmy: Well lets see how she does against the Dangerous Hypermedia Champion.
The chorus of "Fashion" by Lady Gaga hits the PA system and Casey Holliday steps through the curtains, instantly drawing boos from the crowd. She scoffs at this and completely ignores them, as she starts to walk down the ramp, obviously confident in her self-proclaimed, prodigious abilities. She has a smirk on her face as she gets to the ring, obviously enjoying the hate she's getting from the fans. When she enters the ring, she finally acknowledges them with a 'hush' signal, which only serves to incite them to boo her louder. Casey has a laugh to herself at this, as she starts to focus on her match and the song fades.
“Gods Gonna Cut you Down.” Hits the PA system as Buddy Roman walks out on the stage with a microphone.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Vincent ‘Buddy’ Roman and I am a proud father. Unlike yours, Casey, I help my children to succeed and I watch them succeed. Tonight, you go up against MY client, Zombie McMorris. Tonight, you go up against the greatest threat you have ever faced in your life. You only think that you are ready for the big time but what you have yet to realize is that the big time is right in front of you. Perhaps you stand there, abashed and mouth gaping wide. Perhaps you do not know what to say – that you cannot find the words. One can only speculate but unfortunately for you – I do not speculate. We – MY client does not speculate. We, we know. We already know- we always knew. You did the smartest, dumbest thing you have ever done in your career. You stayed silent against the vi-o-lence. You stayed humbled amidst the horror. And you came to the fight without any fight in you. What you did, little casey, little, foolish, dreamer, Casey is that you showed blatant disrespect to not only MY client- not only this company – but to this industry. MY boi, the straight up Savage, Spencer Adam gave you crumb and you spat it in his face when you decided that you could not even have the common decency to engage a premier champion in UCI. The Hypermedia Championship will be respected and not spat on by little girls with foolish dreams with got a ticket.
Buddy Roman stops for a moment and puts his fingers to his lips while smiling before he continues.
Buddy Roman: That reminds me of something. That remind me of some.. one. You won your ticket. You punched your ticket.. So allow me to welcome you.. To Crack Rock City, Bitch!
Sebastian: Guys! It’s ZMAC!
Jimmy: ZMAC just came from under the ring and he behind Casey! German Suplex. German Suplex… He pulls her over -
Wavedigger: WELCOME TO CRACK ROCK CITY!
Sebastian: The hell!? Casey was taken completely by surprise.
Wavedigger: Hey, if’n she wants to be in the world title picture, she needs to be ready. You gotta be ready for anything – including Ol’ Z. Especially ol’ Z.
ZMACS just hang’n N’ bangin’ N Garvin stomping Casey Holliday. She tries to pull herself up by the ropes but ZMAC comes crashing down with a curb stomp.
DING DING
Jimmy: The ref rings the bell.
Sebastian: Already? Even after that attack. ZMAC just blindsided Casey.
Wavedigger: Not his fault she wasn’t ready.
Sebastian: He was under the ring.
Wavedigger: Which is just as good if not better than being in the ring itself.
ZMAC with a pin.
1..
2..
3..
NOOO!!!
Sebastian: Casey Holliday, the Will of a Champion. She refuses to go down.
ZMAC picks up Casey and kicks her in the gut..
Jimmy: Axe Wound!
The pin.
1..
2..
3…
DING DING
Sebastian: This is just disgusting. Ugh, I’m going to be sick. ZMAC couldn’t even be honorable as a champion and respect the current number one contender. He came from behind and ruined what would have been a great match.
Wavedigger: Reid, you know how this match was going to go down and it went exactly as ZMAC planned.
Jimmy: Lets just hope that Casey can recover next and gain some momentum going into Lazarus. |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:39:23 GMT -6
Bolas de Arana Segment
We see the locker room for the Brotherhood and Negasonik is lounging in a chair. There is a knock at the door.
Negasonik: Who is it?
(Voice): Pizza delivery.
Negasonik scrunches his face.
Negasonik: I didn't order pizza. Must have been Bishop. What a guy!
Negasonik leaps up and opens the door, just to catch a large pepperoni pie to the face. And the man tossing the box into his face is Bolas de Arana!
Jimmy Garcia: NO WAY!
Sebastian Reid: Time for some heavy marking out from the UCI universe.
Bolas grabs Negasonik and slams him face first into the door jam, causing him to stumble and fall outside the locker room. Bolas picks him up and runs him into the wall, then starts to stomp on Negasonik as he lies on the ground. Sercurity comes running out of nowhere and breaks up the fight.
Gravedigger: This is a damn joke!
Jimmy Garcia: This is classic!
Bolas grabs the camera and pulls it close to him.
Bolas: You see that! You try to take me out! The Hero of the People! You are mistaken if you think that I am too good, too pure to not take the steps needed to win Brotherhood.
Bolas lets go of the camera and leaps into the fray, landing on a barley standing Negasonik and pinning him against the wall. Both men are throwing fists as the refs and security break them up. Bolas gets loose and hits a standing side kick that plants Negasonik on the ground.
Sebastian Reid: Arana means business tonight!
Bolas grabs the camera again.
Bolas: I am back. My mission is clear. I need to save UCI and the fans, the People! To save them from lackluster "guardians" and those that want to "pretend" to be a heroes, to save them from those that would rule with an iron fist. I need to sacrifice whats in me to get the job done. And to do that, I have to do the one thing needed to save them all. I need to save the Brotherhood from themselves! You hear me Bishop! I may not be the hero you want Brotherhood...
Bolas looks at Negasonik and then back to the camera
Bolas:...but I am the hero you need!
Bolas lets go of the camera and walks out of seen as medics tend to Negasonik
Jimmy Garcia: I think he's made himself clear tonight! Bolas is coming for The Brotherhood! |
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:40:25 GMT -6
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Post by Results on May 26, 2017 0:47:21 GMT -6
Main Event Kevin Bishop vs David Sanchez
Jimmy Garcia: We’re back folks and it’s main event time! Our guest host tonight has elected to book himself in the headline spot against the World Champion Kevin Bishop.
Gravedigger: These two are no strangers to each other. They had a pretty physical match a few months ago that ended with a decisive Sanchez victory. On the other hand, Bishop was the one to break David’s four-hundred plus day pinless streak.
Sebastian Reid: So it’s safe to say they’ve got a history folks and if you believe any of the tripe coming out of The Mayor’s mouth; then you’re set to see a five star match.
The entire arena falls into complete darkness, all lights have been taken. The audience left in darkness until a booming sound explodes out of the public announce system, taking control over the speakers. Words, the words of a woman's voice are seen on the titan-tron as the introduction begins.
See, the world from afar...
Every time that harsh drop of the bass pounds on the stereo system, the lights shine in synchronization of the beat.
Like dust from a star...
"Event Horizon" by Stitched Up Heart officially begins as the drums start picking up along the song. A single spotlight emerges center stage exposing Kevin Bishop's back to the crowd, the design of his jacket the only thing seen to the audience's eyes. With the hoodie over his head, he slowly turns around to look at the disloyal fools booing him, slandering his name in their sheer ignorance. He reaches down to remove his World Championship just to rub in their faces but before he can do so…
Jimmy Garcia: Look out!!
Gravedigger: MEDUSA’S TOUCH!!
Sebastian Reid: Sanchez with a running kick to the back of the head from out of nowhere, and he’s just standing there smiling!
Bishop sinks to the ramp, covering his cranium from any further harm as his music stops and the crowd boos so that their resentment is known to all. With a far away look in his eye, Sanchez wanders over to the fallen championship belt, picking it up into his hands for the first time in history. Absent mindedly, he slings the belt over his shoulder and holds it close to his chest as he runs forward suddenly and punt kicks Kevin Bishop in the side of his skull; just as he had managed up to his knees.
Gravedigger: Somebody needs to get out here before Sanchez goes too far! The lying bastard!
Jimmy Garcia: What was supposed to be a homecoming, a night of humbled apologies has ended up being another cruel and unnecessary…
Sebastian Reid: Wait! Bonnie Blue!!
Bonnie Blue bursts onto the scene, although security is hot on her heels. Making a move towards Sanchez who stands his ground firmly; a number of black-tied and burly security officers of his own stepping over the barrier at either side of the ramp and holding the UCI guards at bay. Bonnie rushes not to Sanchez, but first to Bishop; knowing all too well how hard her nemesis is capable of kicking. Satisfied that he’s not dying, she focuses her attention to her admirer who now stands above her, presenting the UCI World Championship.
Gravedigger: What the hell is this?
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t know. But something doesn’t feel right about any of this.
Now with the title literally being rubbed in her face, she climbs back up to her feet and slaps David’s hands away, causing the belt to fall carelessly to the floor atop Bishop who snatches it and holds it close to his chest as he nurses his various wounds
David Sanchez: I did this for you Bonnie… I love you!!
She slaps him hard across the face, then follows up with a stiff right hand to the mouth that instantly causes David’s lip to swell and ooze a crimson stream of blood. Still delusional, Sanchez leans forwards, as though to forcefully cuddle Bonnie, but as he does she headbutts him in the nose, causing his eyes to water now too.
Bonnie Blue: I don’t need your damn help Dave! Whatever stupid game you're playin', it ends here an' now! Stop followin' me around, stop spyin' on me, and get this through your thick skull -- I don't want nothin' to do with you. Leave me alone!
Backing off now, and clutching at the railing, fans grabbing at his body David accepts his scolding like a child being told off by its mother.
David Sanchez: Fine!
With a sick smile on his face and an unfamiliar fire in his eyes Sanchez leaps the barricade, taking off his hooded sweatshirt with the vintage UCI stamp on it. As he does so, he reveal a black T-Shirt bearing the brand of his own faction; eVerest; on the front. This just generates more hate from the crowd who pelt the South American export with whatever trash they can get their hands on.
Sebastian Reid: That’s just disrespectful. What does Sanchez have against this place?
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t know, but… I think he thought he was doing Bonnie a favour, giving her a gift. You know, like normal people do with flowers and chocolates.
Sanchez flips off some of the angry fans as he makes for the exit, taking the time to knock a few cups from people’s hands or shout some inaudible creepy sentiment in Bonnie’s general direction. The whole building boos as both security and medical personnel swarm the ramp, taking up the last few minutes of main event time. The copyright banners roll as the camera fades out on Bonnie Blue, confused and enraged on the ramp as Bishop is checked over by a doctor; the UCI World Championship lying loose on the floor between them.
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