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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:04:16 GMT -6
Rising Stars Tournament Round One Cordelia Malice vs. Demarcus Jordan
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome to tonight's co-main event and the last of our round one Rising Stars Championship Tournament matches! For the first time since Beyond, Cordelia Malice and DeMarcus Jordan go toe-to-toe in a UCI ring!
Gravedigger: Three months since DeMarcus Jordan has even been heard from in this company; that's the level of ass-whipping Cordelia Malice laid down on that man, after weeks of blindside attacks and psychological games.
Sebastian Reid: We're dealing with a different dynamic, though, 'Digger. Jordan's been gone all this time, and Malice has become obsessed with revenge in her personal life. That fire's not there anymore.
Gravedigger: We'll see about that.
Taylor Lorde: First to the ring... standing five-foot-eleven, weighing in at one-hundred sixty-one pounds; from Helltown, Ohio... COOORRDELIA MAAALLIIICCE!!!!!
Cordelia Malice wearing a full length leather duster steps out to a single spotlight, then "Freak Like Me” by Halestorm 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.
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent... standing six-foot-five, weighing in at two-hundred twenty-five pounds; from Atlanta, Georgeia... DEMAAARRCUUSS JOOORRDAAANN!!!!!
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, talking shit to the fans and whatnot. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
DING! DING! DING!
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell, and Malice is all over Jordan, firing rights after right! It's all he can do to cover up!
Gravedigger: THERE'S that fire! Cordelia Malice is not a woman to forgive lightly or forget easily, and DeMarcus Jordan's utter lack of acknowledgment leading up to this match has GOT to get under her skin!
Cordelia Malice backs DeMarcus Jordan into the corner, finally relenting when the referee warns her off. She backs across the ring, charges toward him...
Sebastian Reid: Helluva kick! Big boot to a cornered DeMarcus, and Jordan slumps against the turnbuckle. But Cordy isn't done with him yet! She mounts the ropes and delivers another series of right hands!
Suddenly, however, Jordan seems to find his strength, and shoves Malice away from him. She hits the mat and somersaults backward to come up to a vertical base again.
Jimmy Garcia: DeMarcus on the offense now, looking to tie up with Malice. Malice grabs his hand and twists the arm behind him, but Jordan spins out of her grip and gets his arms around her waist!
Gravedigger: SUPLEX! Deadlift German, and Cordelia hits the mat hard! Jordan with a pin!
ONE . . .
KICKOUT!
Sebastian Reid: A one-count for DeMarcus Jordan, but it looks like all he's done is piss Miss Malice off! Both competitors on their feet again, Jordan taunting Malice now....
SMACK!!!
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHH!!!
Jimmy Garcia: Massive backhand chop to the chest from Malice to DeMarcus Jordan!
Jordan backs up a couple of steps, surprised, rubbing his chest where she hit him. He moves forward again and thrusts out his arms to shove her -- but Malice sidesteps, and pulls him down with an arm drag instead!
Gravedigger: Malice with an arm drag, transitions into an armbar -- it's not pretty, but it's effective! DeMarcus Jordan is writhing in pain on the mat!
Sebastian Reid: He may be in pain, 'Digger, but he's not letting that stop him! Jordan using his sixty extra pounds to his advantage now, fighting to dislodge his opponent!
Jimmy Garcia: Jordan gets his feet under him and manages to power out of Cordelia's hold! He grabs her wrist and whips her across the ring! She rebounds!
Gravedigger: CLOTHESLINE -- NO! Malice ducks the clotheline attempt and rebounds off the ropes with a dropkick! Jordan goes down! Now it's Malice with the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Sebastian Reid: SHOULDER UP! DeMarcus gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time!
Both competitors roll back to their feet and face off once more. Malice goes for a classic collar-and-elbow, but Jordan delivers a kick to the gut that doubles her over. He goes for an underhook, lifts...
Jimmy Garcia: DeMarcus Jordan looking for a double underhook suplex here -- but Cordelia Malice fights her way out! She forces him to drop her! Jordan now with a lariat -- ducked! Malice running to the corner -- hits the top rope -- she's airborne! TWISTED MALICE!
Gravedigger: That rounding moonsault is always impressive, Jimmy! DeMarcus Jordan took the full brunt of that, and he's looking much worse for the wear.
Jordan staggers back to an upright position. Malice stalks him. Just as DeMarcus turns around to face her, Cordelia moves in for the attack -- only to be met with a roundhouse kick!
Sebastian Reid: Malice eats a roundhouse kick courtesy of DeMarcus Jordan, and drops to the mat! Now he's got a wicked-looking grin as he grabs a handful of Malice's hair -- and slams her face down into the canvas!
Jordan keeps a grip on her hair and slowly guides Malice to her feet. Without letting go, he rams a forearm into her jaw. Then another, that sends the woman staggering away.
Jimmy Garcia: This is a despicable display of unsportsmanlike conduct here... and Jordan now applying a facelock to Malice, looking for a DDT... REVERSAL! Cordelia Malice somehow reverses and now she's got Jordan set up right where she wants him!
Gravedigger: Not so fast, Jimmy! DeMarcus Jordan putting his weight advantage to work again as he muscles his way out of her grip. He backs off and takes a swing at Malice -- she catches his arm and sets him up for that devastating finishing move --
Sebastian Reid: --DIVINE MALICE! Cordelia Malice just nailed longtime rival DeMarcus Jordan with that sitout shiranui, and that cover is nothing but a formality now!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
Taylor Lorde: MOVING ON to the next round of the Rising Stars Tournament.... YOUR WINNER by pinfall -- COOORRDELIA MAAALLIIICCE!!!!!
DeMarcus rolls under the ropes and to the outside as Halestorm's "Freak Like Me" hits the speakers and Cordelia Malice has her arm raised to a roaring cheer from the audience. |
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:04:49 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:06:00 GMT -6
Dylan Wade Segment
Jimmy Garcia: And welcome back to Overload. If you’re just joining us, you just missed one hell of a match between Cordelia Malice and Demarcus Jordan. Still to come is a rematch from last week’s TV Championship match, pitting champion Zombie McMorris against the man who forced him into a tie, El Payaso Loco.
Gravedigger: James, could you get anymore cut and paste?
Jimmy Garcia: Since when am I James? And I’m not cut and paste!
Gravedigger: You’re the definition of cut and paste, James.
Jimmy Garcia: I am not! Reid, I could use a little back up!
Sebastian Reid: I- Uh..
Jimmy Garcia: Oh fuck you! I’m a lot less cliche than that Zach Davis dick in WCF.
Sebastian Reid: That’s gonna cause a lawsuit…
The three sit in silence.
Literally, nothing happens.
Jimmy Garcia: Uh…
Gravedigger: So…
Sebastian Reid: This is awkward…
Gravedigger: What should we do?
Sebastian Reid: OH WAIT! WE HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!!! GUYS I’M RECEIVING WORD THAT WE HAVE A NEW GUY PROMO TO HEAR! LET’S GET TO THAT SHIT BEFORE WE MAKE A FOOL OF OURSELVES!
Gravedigger: You just di-
The melodic intro of “Renegade” by Jay Z and Eminem cuts Digger’s words off. The crowd hypes up as the bass comes in, despite not knowing of who comes. As Jay Z’s verse comes in, a lion roar is heard, and the word “Wildcat” appears on the screen in a red font.
A man in a greyish hoodie steps onto the stage, and proceeds to walk towards the ring.
Sebastian Reid: This must be the Wildcat that we heard about two weeks ago.
The man slides into the ring and asks for a microphone.
Dylan Wade: None of you know me, and that’s fine. I am the Wildcat, Dylan Wade. I’m just a dude from right down the road in Los Angeles. I’m only here tonight to announce my entrance into the Hypermedia title match this Monday.
With just those words, Wade slides out of the ring and hops the barricade, heading to the back through the fans.
Gravedigger: I think I would’ve prefered the dead air… |
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:08:37 GMT -6
Vincent Pryde Segment
The cameras point directly at the entrance to the stage and a bloody partially burned Saint Remi is tossed through the curtain dressed in a nice black suit jacket, a white button up with red stains all over it, black dress slacks, and black dress shoes. Behind him walks a man with his dark black hair slicked back, dressed in a black suit jacket, a black button up with a silver upside down crucifix hanging from his neck, a pair of circular black sunglasses, black dress slacks, and black dress shoes. The dark haired man drags Remi down the ramp kicking and screaming in pain until they reach the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: “What the hell is going on? Who is this guy?”
Sebastian Reed: “Crazy and we haven't seen Saint Remi since the night he got burned in that Heaven or Hell match…”
Remi is rolled into the ring and he quickly scurries to the opposite ring corner and he cowers from the dark haired man in glasses. The mysterious man walks up to Remi and he offers him a hand with a gesturing smile, he lifts his shades while showing a pair of sharp fangs.
Gravedigger: “Doesn't look good here… Never trust a man with that kind of look in his eyes…”
Remi holds his hand and the man lifts Remi up to his feet. Remi looks confused and the man introduces Remi to the fans in the crowd as he slowly pulls a microphone from his back pocket.
 : “Ladies and gentlemen… This man has been missing for a very long time, has he not?”
The man watches the fans give a mix reaction.
: “Not a fan favorite i see… He was a man who supposedly gained his ‘impressive' career by selling his soul to the ‘devil'... Well i, Vincent Pryde… Yes the very Owner of New Blood Wrestling, of Kevin Bishop fame... Which I gotta say, thanks Kev for the free web searches, we've gained a lot more foot traffic thanks to your blatant name drop.”
Vincent shakes his head with a shit eating grin.
Vincent Pryde: “But that's neither here nor there… I'm not here to put over my blood sport, oh no, I'm here to bring this company back to the ground where it belongs. Look around you PEOPLE! You have time traveling pot heads, you have coked up zombies, giant confused monsters coming back from the ‘dead’, and even more confused space oddities. This place isn't about wrestling… It's about who has the weirdest story to tell!”
The fans in attendance start to boo.
Vincent Pryde: “What? You people think just because UCI airs on the SYFY channel, it needs to be filled with sideshow freaks and geeks? Well, you're all wrong!”
Vincent points to Remi.
Vincent Pryde: “This guy paraded around with Hollywood backing to deliver some of the worst straight to video quality… No, the high school kid just got a new handcam for Christmas so he can make stupid videos with his friends on the weekend type quality promos to force feed you idiots! I mean, hell, do you have SYFY writers on your staff?”
Saint Remi notices one of the ring monkeys slides a microphone to his feet and he picks it up.
Saint Remi: “Are we going to keep putting up with this tool? He keeps putting down my friends in the back, yeah some of us may not see eye to eye sometimes, but this indeed our livelihood! What the hell does some Underworld reject who runs a failing wrestling company out of the slums of New York know about U-C FREAKIN I?!”
Vincent shoots Remi a death stare and tightens up his body language.
Vincent Pryde: “You naive idiot! You have no idea what I KNOW! I'm not some monster that goes bump in the night! I'm am as real of a vampire that you can get, so don't you dare compare me to those Hollywood blood sucking fiends who are no better than the soulless fools of this so called ‘wrestling’ company! I'm the type of promoter who knows what it takes to bring the best out of his talent and the fact that I'm standing in this ring with a microphone… Tells me that Spencer Adams knows I have what it takes to make his company the top tier wrestling organization that he always dreamt it would be. He's allowed his talent to run this place into the ground with their heads in the freakin butts!”
Gravedigger: “Strong words from this vampire idiot.”
Jimmy Garcia: “Why would Spencer Adams allow this clown to talk poorly of his talent?”
Sebastian Reed: “We're talking about Spencer Adams, man.”
Saint Remi has enough of the talk and he lunges toward Vincent with a clothesline, but Vincent ducks it. Remi bounces off the ropes and Vincent catches him in a snap powerslam. Vincent stalks Remi as he slowly comes to his feet. Vincent lifts Remi up into a fireman’s carry and he howls out to the crowd then grins. Pryde tossed Remi forward in a front facelock and drops him into a ddt busting his forehead open. Pryde stands up and kicks Remis arms over one another so they cross over his chest.
Jimmy Garcia: “This is just sickening, we need to get someone out here.”
Sebastian Reed: “What's Pryde doing now?”
Vincent Pryde notices the blood on Remi’s head and he pulls out an empty vial.
Sebastian Reed: “He's not going to…”
Pryde collects some of Remi's blood in the vial and he stands back up. Pryde looks around at the shock on the fans’ faces and he slowly picks his microphone back up from the mat.
Vincent Pryde: “This empty shell of a man wasn't enough! I want your monsters! Your freaks! Your geeks! And anyone else who feel they are too good for the real world! UCI, Vincent Pryde is HERE and there will indeed be BLOOD!”
Vincent bows to the crowd and exits the ring, leaving a bloodied Saint Remi lying on the mat. |
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:09:06 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:10:53 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Lumberjack Match Zombie McMorris (c) vs. El Payaso Loco
Jimmy Garcia: Here we are ladies and gentlemen; the main event for the evening. It is a rematch from last week; El Payaso Loco takes on Zombie McMorris once again for the Television title a week away from Summermania. Now the question is if ZMAC can retain his championship or if Loco can get the stunning upset? Last week, Loco almost pulled it off but both men had their shoulders on the mat so ZMAC retained. Now, this week. It is a lumberjack match with the participants of the Hypermedia gauntlet surrounding the ring.
Sebastian Reid: That is exactly right. Spencer Adams wants a clearly defined winner and with these lumberjacks I think we’ll have one.
Wavedigger: Never trust a lumberjack; that’s all I got to say. If you get tossed over the ropes or leave the ring, the lumberjacks are suppose to roll that person back in the ring but back in my day, we’d just kill a man. Now the Nevada boxing Commission put an end to that. Fucking Liberals. THIS IS TRUMPS AMERICA NOW! WE CAN DO WHAT WE WANT!
Jimmy: Well, lets not undercut things. Loco faired the best against ZMAC last week and that is why we are here this week. Loco can match ZMAC on speed, agility, athleticism and self-endangerment.
Wavedigger: Well, lets set the ring on fire and see which one is still standing by the end.
Jimmy: That’s not how this works.
Wavedigger: This is Trumps America, it’ll work anyway he damn well wants.
Reid: Loco was more than impressive last week and I doubt he will disappoint this week. This is going to be an intense match.
Jimmy: And the Lumberjacks are entering the arena and encircling the ring as we speak.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and Gentlemen.. The following match is for the Television Championship and will be contested under Lumberjack Rules! Making his way to the ring first… from the Rabbit Hole.. he weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds…. El Payaso Loco
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.
Crowd: LETS GO LOCO! LETS GO LOCO!
"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.
He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.
Fans: Easy! Easy!
He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.
Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!
Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!
Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. 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.
Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
He jumps 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 time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.
DING DING
This time its Loco that starts things off by attacking ZMAC from behind, trying to take an early advantage by keeping the champion in the corner. Loco hits ZMAC with a step up spring board drop kick that slumps the champion over as Loco takes a step back and charges ZMAC..
Jimmy: Whoa! Reverse hurricanrana!
Reid: Right into a standing moonsault.
quick pin.
1..
2..
NOO!!
ZMAC kicks out.
Loco gets to his feet and picks ZMAC up by the back of the head. Loco hits ZMAC with a right hand as ZMAC comes back with a left. Lefts and rights. Rights and lefts being traded.
Jimmy: Loco does not want to brawl with the coked up mad man. I can’t advise that.
ZMAC with a haymaker but its blocked by loco who knocks the champ down with a spinning wheel kick. Loco comes off the ropes and connects with a jumping knee to a prone ZMAC.
Reid: Loco starting to feel it.
Loco hits the ropes again as ZMAC tries to get to his feet. Loco off the ropes and gets back body dropped out of the ring.
Jimmy: Loco lands on the apron! Loco still on his feet!
ZMAC tries to hit a left hand but its blocked. Loco tries to fight his way back into the ring and jaw jacks ZMAC off the top rope.
Wavedigger: Springboard neckbreaker by Loco.
Loco connects with a front legged drop kick to ZMAC. Loco tries for another one..
WHAM!
Wavedigger: Falcon Punch!
Jimmy: And Loco flies backwards, crashing into the mat.
ZMAC goes on the offensive hitting a yakuza boot to Loco and lifting him up for a falcon arrow.
quick pin by ZMAC
1..
2..
NOOO!!
Jimmy: And Loco kicks out!
ZMAC picks Loco up and throws him out of the ring. The lumberjacks try to roll Loco back in but are cut off by ZMAC who vaults over the ropes and starts hammering away.
Reid: Look, the lumberjacks have split things up and rolled both men back into the ring.
Jimmy: I’m honestly surprised this is civil.
Both men meet back in the middle of the ring with another clash of fists.
Jimmy: Loco staying pace with ZMAC. Fighting ZMAC. Refusing to give an inch.
ZMAC stomps Locos foot and rakes the eyes. As Loco stumbles away ZMAC hits a chop block to the knee. ZMAC lifts Loco up and work over that knee with a muffler stretch. ZMAC goes to dump Loco out of the ring against but Loco hangs on and somehow wraps ZMAC up in a tarantula.
Wavedigger: Ah, it’s a tah-rhan-ru-lah, migal.
Loco lets ZMAC go. He waits for ZMAC to get back up and springboards off the top rope with a code breaker.
After cover.
1..
2..
NOOO!!
Jimmy: ZMAC kicks out!
Loco picks up ZMAC and connects with a tight fisherman suplex. ZMAC uses the ropes to pull himself up nut Loco from behind with a stun gun senton between the ropes.
Reid: Six One Nine!
Loco goes for a springboard seated senton
Wavedigger: NOOO!!! ZMAC catches him…. POWERBOMB TO THE OUTSIDE!
The lumberjacks catch Loco and throw him back into the ring. ZMAC charges Loco but Loco leap frogs, hitting ZMAC with a shuffle side kick. ZMAC collapses to a knee..
Jimmy: Disaster Kick!
The cover
1..
2..
3…
NOOOO!!!!
Reid: ZMAC kicks out!
Loco tries for a shining wizard but its blocked by ZMAC and turned into a Boston Crab.
Wavedigger: ZMAC working over that left leg of Loco.
Crowd: LETS GO LOCO !
Crowd: LOCO SUCKS!
Crowd: LETS GO LOCO !
Crowd: LOCO SUCKS!
Loco crawls for the rope.
Wavedigger: ZMACs not known for his submission skills but the boston crab and the muffler stretch are pretty basic moves and they are enough to get the job done.
Reid: ROPE BREAK! LOCO REACHES THE ROPES!
The ref counts as ZMAC keeps the hold applied.
1..2..3…4…
ZMAC lets go of the hold before he starts stomping away at the left leg of Loco but he’s still holding the ropes so the ref tries to back ZMAC off. ZMAC hops out of the ring and pulls Loco half way out before smashing that left leg over the apron. The lumberjacks push ZMAC back in the ring as the ref sends ZMAC to a corner.
Jimmy: ZMAC may have injured Locos leg or knee. The ref is checking on him right now.
Loco scrambles to a weak base as ZMAC comes after him but Loco with a roll up.
pin attempt.
1..
2…
NOOO!!
ZMAC kicks out.
Both men get to their feet as ZMAC whips Loco into the ropes and connects with a splash. ZMAC wraps Locos leg around the middle rope and wrenches it. Loco starts fighting back with fists that gets ZMAC to back off. Loco untwists his leg ZMAC charges again. Loco is able to side step as ZMAC crashes into the buckle. Loco goes on offense now with mounted punches.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 …
he switches hands. Shades of ZMAC from last week.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 …. 10 !
ZMAC staggers out of the corner as Loco takes to the second rope and connects with a bulldog. Loco starts taking the boots to ZMAC as ZMAC tries to withstand and get to his feet. ZMAC shoves Loco..
WHAM!!
Wavedigger: Zombie Drop!
ZMAC goes to the corner and waits for Loco.
ZMAC: BOOOT PAARRTTYY!!!
WHAM!
Jimmy: ZMAC missed! Loco dodged it.
Loco with a german suplex pin.
the pin.
1..
2..
3..
NOOO!!!
Reid: ZMAC just gets the shoulder up!
Loco tries to pick ZMAC up and grapple him but ZMAC hoofs him to the outside. ZMAC gets to the turn buckle as fast as he can and elbow drops Loco on the outside.
Jimmy: And there are the lumberjacks to pull them apart and put them back in the ring.
ZMAC stays on Loco with a STF !!
Reid: Loco rolls through with a pin.
1..
2..
NOOO!!!
Jimmy: You gotta wonder how many times ZMAC can kick out.
Loco goes up to the turnbuckle but ZMAC spring to his feet to meet him there. Both men are battling for position…
WHAM!!
Reid: Loco with a flip powerbomb! He’s going back up to the top!
Loco off the top rope
WHAM!
Jimmy: Coup De Grace!
Wavedigger: NOOO!! ZMAC rolled out the way.
WHAM!
Reid: FALCON PUNCH!
ZMAC hits the ropes for a lion sault.
NOO
Loco rolls out the way. ZMAC lands on his feet as Loco hits the ropes. He tries for a hurricanrana but ZMAC blocks it on the way down, stepping through into a high angel boston crab.
Reid: Not good. Loco has no where to go.. he’s in the middle of the ring.
Crowd: LETS GO LOCO ! LETS GO LOCO!
Loco struggles to make it towards the ropes but ZMAC walks him back..
Jimmy: Loco struggling to get out of that Boston crab.
Loco keeps struggling and struggling…
…….
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DING DING !!
Wavedigger: He taps! Loco tapped out! ZMAC retains his title!
Jimmy: Another hard fought battle by Loco! He was right there, once again but that injured leg was enough to do him in.
Reid: Loco had another fantastic performance but the years of experience paid off for ZMAC.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen.. The winner of this match ANNDDDD STTIILLLL UCI Television Champion… ZOMMMMBBIIEEE MCMORRISSSS!!!
Wavedigger: And ZMAC has to walk into Summermania now and defend both of his championships.
Reid: I don’t know of it was smart of ZMAC to retain this week.
Jimmy: I agree. ZMAC has an uphill battle next week and having to defend both his championships is a hard task.
Wavedigger: Yah but ZMACs up for the fight!
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:11:39 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 25, 2017 0:12:37 GMT -6
UCI World Heavyweight Championship Contract Signing
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back from commercial, ladies and gentlemen, and what a spectacular main event that was! There's just one more thing to take care of before we close out tonight's edition of Monday Night Overload!
Gravedigger: That's right, Jimmy! We're about to make that Triple-Threat World Title match at Summermania OFFICIAL! All three competitors are already in the ring, with Owner and General Manager, Spencer Adams.
The camera pans across to the ring, where Bonnie Blue -- dressed this time in a dark gray tailored suit with light gray pinstripes, an aquamarine camisole beneath the jacket -- is seated behind a cloth-draped table. Folded neatly in front of her, the UCI World Title rests beside a clipboard, several pens, and the contract. Across from her, FPV and Bolas de Arana trade wary looks, while Spencer Adams stands off to one side with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Spencer Adams: Before we begin, let me state for the record that our current Champ, here -- Bonnie Blue --
Half the crowd pops wildly; the other half lets out a resounding boo. Spencer raises a hand to silence them.
Spencer Adams: -- yes, yes, but personal feelings aside, she's been Champion of this company for fifty-six days, and counting. That makes Bonnie the third-longest reigning World Champ in You-SEE-Eye history. The second Triple-Crown Champ, the longest-reigning and only two-time Intercontinental Champion, half of the first Tag Team Champions and the only two-time Tag Team Champion; this is a woman who sets and breaks records. And you, gentlemen, have the unenviable task of trying to put a stop to her. The question is... are you up to it?
Bolas pics up a mic off the table
Bolas De Arana: Shut up Spencer, we didn't come here to listen to you blow smoke up Bonnie's ass. Sure, she had the respect of many of us in the back. And yes, she has done a lot for UCI. But, that means jack come Summermania. That won't help her in the ring. So lets get this over with. The sooner my name is on the contract, the sooner I can whip her ass!
Bolas tosses the mic on the table, walks right to it, stares at Bonnie and does the ghost belt sign at his waist. FPV casually walks over to the mic that bolas has just tossed and picks it up.
FPV: You silly, silly people. Bonnie, everything Spencer just said about you is true, and Bolas you're one of the toughest sons of bitches I've seen in a while, that match against Defenestration Jones proved it. But if either of you think you hold a candle to what I can do in that ring, you're sadly, SADLY mistaken. Now yeah, while neither of you give jack shit about what I've done in WCF, you'd best recognize that I'm one of the best competitors to come from that promotion. BAR NONE. And you know what? I'll do the same here in the Uce. Next week will be the beginning of that.
FPV leaves the mic on the table, more politely then Bolas did. The champ looks up at Bolas, then at FPV, lips turning up in an arrogant smile as she rises from her seat behind the table. Grabbing the mic, she comes around the table to face her opponents.
Bonnie Blue: That's cute, Frankie, how you think you're gonna dance through a fight against the literal King of the Deathmatch, Corey fuckin' Black himself, an' then come up in here to challenge ME for the You-SEA-Eye World Championship. Look at yourself, Frank -- you barely survived William the Behemoth! Bolas is lookin' at better odds, and his are in the negative range. What the two of y'all need to recognize, an' I mean quick-like, is that you're steppin' to the single greatest World Heavyweight Champion this company's ever had. But you two... I mean, honestly, Spencer -- THIS is my competition? The guy who couldn't cut it as WCF World Champ, so he thinks he'll come try his hand at it over here; and a guy so desperate to be relevant that he took a shortcut and ended up a mutant freak. Let me tell you somethin' -- all of y'all -- this is MY World Title, I represent this comp'ny, an' there ain't a Godnilla-damn thing anybody gonna do about it!
The champ emphasizes her words by poking a finger first into Bolas' chest, then FPV's. Both men exchange a glance, then explode into action, each aiming a fist right at Bonnie's face. She evades one, wards off the other, and returns a shot of her own, kicking off a brawl.
Gravedigger: Tensions running high tonight, and we're getting a preview of next week's triple-threat World Title match right now!
Teo Del Sol and Andre Jenson appear on the stage and make a mad dash to the ring, climbing in to help Spencer Adams restore order -- much to the dismay of the audience. It takes a few seconds, but they finally get the trio of competitors apart. Then, under Teo's supervision, Bolas de Arana picks up a pen and signs the contract to a big pop from the crowd. FPV follows suit, to a slightly bigger pop from the crowd. And finally, Bonnie Blue grabs a pen and signs her name on the contract with a flourish, before snatching the strap from the table. She holds it up, tauntingly, while Bolas repeats the ghost belt motion, and FPV looks on in disapproval.
Sebastian Reid: It's official! Bonnie Blue defends the World Title against Bolas de Arana and FPV next week at United Championship Infinite's own Summermania! |
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