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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:12:45 GMT -6
Overload intro
Danger Zone by Kenny Logins hits the PA as we cut to the inside of the UCI Warehouse packed well over capacity with screaming fans. Michael Stelzner: Welcome, UCI fans! We are here live from the UCI Warehouse in beautiful Chicago, Illinois! Justin Chambers: What a show we have for you tonight as we head into round two of the tournament to crown the inaugral UCI World Champion! Christopher Morrell: Don’t forget that we also will see a triple threat to decide our first ever TV Champion between Wentworth Updegraff Jr., Asher Bradley, and Alex Richards! Michael Stelzner: A night of excitement for sure as Overload is headed into its second episode! Justin Chambers: Well said, Michael! Now, let’s get right into it!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:13:22 GMT -6
NvL vs. Burn Out
We kick off the first match with Burn Out is already in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, slow and methodically, with his hooded cloak clasped shut by a pin in the shape of a red hand and his hood pulled over him. The camera angle tries to peek under the hood, backpedaling as Nathan begins his slow walk down to the ring, but catches only a glimpse of black tuft of hair on a pale jaw and glowing red eyes. Upon reaching the ring, Nathan uses the steel steps to climb into the ring and take up a position in the center of the ring. He stands there, head down, before lifting a single, handless arm out from underneath the cloak and held to the sky above
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore wrestling fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova, FPV's best friend. The second of Roxanne, Waylon Cash's girlfriend. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, it all dies away as Nathan unclasps the cloak, taking his time to fold it in his corner while he awaits the match to begin.
The referee does a quick reading of the rules, before signalling for the bell to ring. Burn out steps to the middle of the ring, only to get hit with a running lariat that send him to the ground. NvL lifts him up, and hits him with a release german suplex that send him flying into the turnbuckle. Burn Out stumbles forward, gets hit with a kick to the gut, followed by a piledriver.
Michael Stelzner: My god, Burn Out is done. That was an absolutely vicious piledriver.
NvL lifts him up again, hitting him with another piledriver. He kicks him in the head a few times, before lifting him up, and hitting him with a third piledriver. At this point the referee stops the match, and calls the medics down to the ring. They come rushing down the ramp, but NvL scares them away, before hitting Burn Out with a fourth piledriver. With a sadistic smile on his face, he rolls out of the ring, leaving the medics to tend to the lifeless wrestler.
Justin Chambers: Well, that didn’t take long. NvL has just defeated Burn out by referee stoppage in record time. My god, Burn Out isn’t moving.
NvL takes one last look at his opponent, before licking his lips and disappearing behind the curtain.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:14:15 GMT -6
Mr. Wright vs. Good Ol’ Ramblin’ Jimmy
“Food Glorious Food” from the Musical Oliver plays throughout the arena.
Chris Morell: What the fucc is this cunt doin’?
Michael Stelzner: That’s Chef Atticus, he was the chef that cooked that delicious looking meal for Thursday, Alessandra and Benjamin Atreyu last week at Overload.
Justin Chambers: His pop-up kitchens have been all over Reddit as the most successful pop-up kitchens in recent history.
Chef Atticus Rex comes out wearing a black Chef coat with pinstripe pants, and a large Chef’s Toque on his head. He has a look of disdain on his face as he enters the ring. He reaches for a microphone and begins speaking.
Chef Atticus: Ladies and Gentlemen, many of you know me as Chef Atticus Rex form Battle and Judge restaurant, a grossly successful pop-up kitchen that appeared and vanished just as mysteriously. And such is a efficacious pop-up kitchen.
The crowd remains relatively quiet.
Chef Atticus: Many of you may be wondering why I’m out here. I’m just a chef, not a wrestler… but I am a HUGE wrestling fan and that’s why I’ve decided to allow UCI to be affiliated with me.
Justin Chambers: That and the free press.
Chris Morell: Who gives the slightest shit about this guy?
Chef Atticus: That being said I wanted to give you all a bit of a cooking lesson tonight. You see this I’m wearing on my head. It’s called a Chef’s Toque. It’s a hat with 100 ridges. The 100 ridges represent the 100 ways a chef should know how to cook an egg. However, I’m such a good Chef that I know 102 ways to cook an egg, and to prove it I’ve made a list of all the ways that I know to cook an egg, and will rattle them off in order now…
He rolls out an oversized piece of parchment paper and it reaches out about 4 feet. He clears his throat and begins…
Chef Atticus: 1: Scrambled…2: Over Easy…3: Hard boiled…4:Soft Boiled…5:Poached…6: SCRAMBLED…7:over medium…8: Over Hard…9:Custard…10: Hollandaise…11:SCRAMBLED…
Michael Stelzner: Folks watching at home, I’m sorry to interrupt this very valuable cooking lesson but we have this very important commercial break we have to take… we’ll be right back.
-Commercial-
Michael Stelzner: And we’re back, and he’s still at it!
Chef Atticus: 87: Frittatta…88: Omelette… 89:SCRAMBLED…
Suddenly “I Am The Fire” by Halestorm plays throughout the arena…
Chris Morell: Great… another cunt to out cunt this cunt…
Justin Chambers: That’s Taylor Wright, and he’s scheduled to compete next against Ramblin’ Jimmy.
Mr. Wright makes his way into the ring as the Chef yells at him.
Chef Atticus: GET OUTTA MY KITCHEN, I’VE GOT 11 MORE TO GO!
Taylor Wright: This ain’t no kitchen, freak… this is a ring… and right now it’s MY RING! Why don’t you get the f* out before I make you get out.
Chef Atticus: Do you know who I am… I’m Chef AHHHHH!
Wright pushes Atticus into the ropes and then drops him with a vicious looking pop-up powerbomb. He looks around and the crowd is shocked and awed.
Taylor Wright: Well now that the rotten egg is outta here allow me to introduce myself. My name… ladies… is Mr. Wright. I’m everything you could possibly want and everything that you could possibly need. I grew up on the streets and now will make the ring my home. I came here to Chicago for one reason… to kick ass. And this seems like the place to do it.
But nuttin’ comes for free. And Spencer Adams and John Gable… they couldn’t afford me. So I had to make other arrangements. I had to make a deal with a devil if you will, and a man with deeper wallets than all of you fools combined has summoned me here to take this place to the next level. I know, you haven’t heard of me, but after tonight, after I kick the crap outta Jimmy boy… I’ll be walking outta here with a bigger paycheck than even the guys in the main event and my boss will be pleased.
And when I say my boss, I don’t mean Atreyu or Gable or Adams… I mean the REAL boss. The man that will turn the UCI upside down. He is perhaps the most PURE EVIL man you have every met… but then again, what is evil anyway? One man’s evil is another man’s reality, and no one toes that line better than him. Allow me to introduce you, My Boss…
He points to the entrance ramp.
Chris Morell: Is it who I think it is?
Justin Chambers: There’s only one man I can think of…
A man comes out dressed in a glowing dollar sign. Taylor Wright laughs.
Taylor Wright: HAHAHA! That’s my boss right there. The almighty buck! Did you think I was going to reveal my boss so easily… what kind of suspense building is that. When he is ready he will show his very recognizable face. Until then… he bids you all… Adieu! Now get your crazy ass out here Jimmy so I can show you the way to the mental institution!
Jimmy makes his way down to the ring as the crowd cheers him on. He enters the ring and takes to a corner, waving to fans as the bell rings.
DING DING DING!
The two tie up before Mr. Wright quickly throws Jimmy off the ropes. Jimmy goes to leap over the oncoming attack and is caught in the air as he is planted firmly against the mat.
Chris Morrell: That’s The Wright Stuff!
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3!
The bell rings once more as Mr. Wright gets his hand raised in the air.
Justin Chambers: Didn’t even break a sweat here tonight!
Cut to commercial.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:14:54 GMT -6
DeMarcus Jordan vs. Z-Mac vs. Luke
Return from commercial.
Z-Mac is laying outside as DeMarcus charges Luke.
Chris Morrell: Oh, is he going for it?!
DeMarcus jumps and grabs onto Luke’s neck as he falls back with his knees to Luke’s chest!
Michael Stelzner: Yes! The Number One!
DeMarcus goes for the cover!
1!
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3!
Justin Chambers: And DeMarcus wins it!
Chris Morrell: I have to say, that was one of the best matches I have seen in UCI so far. If you missed it you should kill yourself! That is how good it was!
DeMarcus gets his hand raised by the ref as Luke exits, gripping his chest.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:15:34 GMT -6
Chase Jackson vs. Kyle Cameron
Heston Meeks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a quarter final match in the UCI world title tournament! Introducing first, from the mean streets of downtown L.A., weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, standing six feet tall, Kyle Cameron!
"So Whatcha Want" hits the airwaves and jeering erupts from the crowd as Kyle Cameron theatrically emerges from the curtain. The crowd hurdling abuse towards him, he pulls a black Sharpie from his pocket, offering to sign his autograph for the crowd in the front row, although no one takes him up on it. A random crowd member yells at him "YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!" to which Kyle replies "You're just jealous of me!" The crowd continue booing him as he gets in the ring, trying to pull off awesome poses in the middle of the ring, even though he just makes himself look silly.
Christopher Morrell: Kyle The Champion da bess, guys, I’m telling you.
Michael Stelzner: The best at what?
Justin Chambers: Being a fucking toolbag apparently.
Heston Meeks: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he stands six foot and two inches tall, he is C! J! 3! Chasssseee Jacksoooonnn!!!
The opening riffs of Rise Against's Broken Mirrors hit and the hardcore smarks pop and the marks just clap along as Chase Jackson walks out from the curtain. He stops and kneels down on the top of the stage and bounces back up with his arms out and a huge smile across his face as some light pyro shoots from behind him! Chase spins 360 degrees with his arms still out and walks down the ramp shoutin' some cool things to the crowd. High fives and finger-guns to some hot chicks. Jackson jumps onto the apron of the ring and nods his head with the music before going through the ropes. From there Jackson bounces off the far ropes and comes back to the hard cam and points some more finger guns with his trademark smile. Jackson runs his hands through his hair shoving it back as he moves to his corner to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Michael Stelzner: And this one is officially underway, big opportunity here for one of these guys!
Cameron has some words with the referee as Jackson looks on from his corner. Cameron steps out a bit, trying to smack talk Chase Jackson and is stopped dead in his tracks with the next step he takes.
Justin Chambers: SPEAR BY JACKSON RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE! HE JUST BROKE CAMERON IN HALF!
Michael Stelzner: Holy fuck!
After being leveled with the surprise move from Chase Jackson, Cameron quickly rolls out under the bottom rope, stumbling around for the barricade as he cries out in pain and frustration while holding his gut.
Kyle Cameron: No fair! I won’t a do-over! Give me a do-over!
Justin Chambers: Cameron struggling to recover here as the ref’s count has reached four.
Cameron manages to slide back in the ring, still grabbing at his gut as he takes to a corner and yells at the ref to keep Jackson back. The ref stands between the two men before stepping back and allowing them to go at it again. They immediately tie up.
Michael Stelzner: Jackson taking control with the headlock here!
Christopher Morrell: Generic bastard, isn’t he?
Cameron pushes the hands apart, freeing himself up just long enough to drive his shoulder into Jackson’s knee and take him down.
Justin Chambers: Cameron desperately stomping away at Jackson now.
Christopher Morrell: Well this fucking guy is ripped. How else are you supposed to take out a bigger opponent?
Michael Stelzner: Cameron going for the pin already!
1!
KICKOUT!
Justin Chambers: Jackson just launching Cameron off of him there!
Both men scramble back to their feet. Cameron runs at Jackson as Jackson catches him with a scoop slam.
Michael Stelzner: Kyle Cameron dropping behind though, grabbing the waist!
Justin Chambers: Jackson ramming back and driving Cameron into the corner!
Cameron’s back hits the post with a thud as Jackson continues to throw his weight back into his opponent. Cameron slumps down in the corner a bit now as CJ3 turns around and runs to the opposite corner, preparing to charge at Cameron.
Christopher Morrell: Cameron rolling out of the way as Jackson goes shoulder first into the post!
Michael Stelzner: And that cheat bastard Kyle Cameron rolling Jackson up with a handful of trunks here!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Justin Chambers: Just barely kicking out that time!
Jackson appears hurt now, gripping at the shoulder as Cameron quickly realizes the opportunity.
Michael Stelzner: Cameron just pressing the knee into that injured shoulder now. Great strategy being displayed here tonight!
Christopher Morrell: It doesn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to figure out that one of the best strategies in combat sports is exploiting an injured area.
The ref backs Kyle Cameron off to check on Jackson’s shoulder. He asks if CJ3 is able to continue. Chase nods and slowly gets to his feet. The two go at it again. Jackson runs at Cameron with a clothesline with is quickly docked. The two men turn around to face each other once again and Cameron wildly jumps in the air and launches both feet at his opponents’ shoulder.
Justin Chambers: Well, if proper training or physical advantage aren’t on your side, then I guess this is one way of going about things!
Michael Stelzner: And a baseball slide to that injured shoulder now!
Cameron continues his technique of flailing about and hoping something sticks as he jumps on Chase Jackson and begins to reign down with a storm of sloppy punches to the injured area. Jackson lets out a cry of pain as the ref warns Cameron to watch what he’s doing. As Cameron ignores such instruction, the referee is forced to bring Kyle Cameron back to his feet again. Jackson grabs at himself again as the ref goes to hold up the “X” signal. Jackson cuts him off, begging for the match to continue. He leaps to his feet in desperation. The ref looks conflicted, but agrees to let the match continue.
Cameron charges wildly at Jackson as Jackson lifts him up in a last effort.
Michael Stelzner: JACKED UP! HE HITS IT!
The ref goes for the count.
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3!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:16:20 GMT -6
FPV/Cameron/Spencer segment
Cut from commercial to a shot of Spencer Adams in the official "UCI Backstage Management Officetm" all smiles and dressed snappy, as the camera pulls back to reveal an equally happy FPV, trusty microphone in hand.
FPV: FPV is the name, interviewin' champs is my game, and Spencer might I say, you and the rest of management have certainly become backstage champs. How exciting is all of this success the UCI has gotten so far?
Spencer Adams: It's very exciting, Franky. When we started this federation we didn't know just how quickly things would-
Spencer is stopped by a clearly exhausted Kyle Cameron, sweaty as fuck and frantic.
Kyle Cameron: DID YOU SEE THAT?! I WAS FUCKING ROBBED. I HAD THAT FUCKER, AND THEN...*unintelligible angry gibberish*
Spencer Adams: Now now Kyle, calm down. You lost to Chase fair and square, it happens to the best of us. Perhaps you could make a run for the Rising Stars title or something?
Kyle Cameron: THE FUCK YOU WANT ME GOIN FOR A SECOND RATE BELT FOR?! YOU TRYIN TO HOLD ME BACK BRO?! HOW BOUT YOU TAKE ME ON RIGHT NOW BRO! COME AT ME!
Before Kyle can get anymore physical with Spencer...
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Michael Stelzner: For the SECOND WEEK IN A ROW Kyle Cameron eats a HUGE Headshot from our own broadcast partner Franky!
Christopher Morell: It really says something when a man this deep in the tournament gets taken out every week by the damn backstage interviewer. Damn shame.
As Kyle groans in pain on the floor, Spencer leaves the office, giving FPV a pat on the shoulder.
Spencer Adams: Thanks Frank.
FPV: Don't mention it.
The scene fades out as FPV looks at the dazed Cameron, as we go to our next match.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:16:52 GMT -6
Thursday Kerrigan vs. Aaron Miles
The lights in the arena go dark as the initial bass drops of “Wolves” ring out through the PA, the building slowly trembling. As the verse begins, a single spotlight hits the middle of the ramp, the diamond-covered mask of Thursday Kerrigan glittering brilliantly. Her arms come up slowly, her palms raised upward in the regal display of a queen as the crowd begins booing.
Heston Meeks: Coming to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California...THURSDAY KERRIGAN!
The spotlight slowly dims as she walks down the ramp, Alessandra Malignaggi following her, the titantron crackling with static and glitched graphics as the snare drum slowly rattles its way into the verse. When she reached the ring, she slides under the bottom rope and pulls herself to her feet, slowly drawing the mask off of her face and raising it in the air. Alessandra ascends the ring steps, slipping between the middle and bottom ropes. The spotlight finally dies and leaves the arena in darkness before the house lights come on and music ends.
All of the lights in the arena drop as a fantastically awesome laser light show begins, dazzling the crowd. A fog machine kicks in filling the stage and ramp as "I Am The Cool" kicks in over the PA System. "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles then walks out onto the stage and pauses at the top of the ramp. He lowers his shades as he looks around at the crowd with a bit of a cocky smirk on his face and then he pushes them back up over his eyes.
Heston Meeks: Coming to the ring, hailing from South Beach, Miami, Florida..."THE EPITOME OF COOL" AARON MILES!
He then unties the robe and seductively, for the benefit of the ladies in attendance, opens it up to reveal his 8 pack abs and masculine chest hair. Finally he begins the walk down the ramp as his legendary pamphlets begin to fall from the rafters. He then slides in under the bottom rope and gives the mat a few suggestive thrusts before springing up to his feet. Miles heads for the nearest corner, where he climbs up to the second rope and gestures toward his abs and the large bulge in his trunks, wetting the panties of all the ladies in the crowd. Finally he'll hop down to the mat and stretch in the corner as he waits for the match to start.
The bell rings.
Michael Stelzner: And the match up is underway! What a mat-...wait, it appears Alessandra Malignaggi is refusing to leave the ring.
The referee demands Alessandra leave, but she just stands there with her arms crossed staring at him. The referee decides to get more confrontational and gets in Alessandra's face, but as he does that, Thursday leaves her corner. Aaron goes for the lock up, but is met with a swift kick to the gonads. Sending him doubling over in pain.
Michael Stelzner: What a dirty move!
Christopher Morrell: HA! Classic. What an open disregard for sportsman-like conduct. Just brilliant!
Justin Chambers: I don't know...some guys are into that. Might be the start of a big upset from a very strange Aaron Miles.
Alessandra continues to argue with the referee as Thursday stomps away at Aaron's jiggly bits repeatedly, but after a few moments, Alessandra smiles and slips out of the ring to allow the referee to turn around just as Thursday ceases her manhood based assault and begins to pummel Aaron in the face before going for the pin.
Michael Stelzner: I honestly can't believe they are going to gain a victory this way. This seems low, even for them.
1...
Justin Chambers: Low, or perfect? Sure, its victory through cheating, but more importantly, its humiliating Aaron Miles, taking away a part of him that he takes pride in. More so for the win, I believe they did it to send a message to him and to the rest of the locker room that these two are not playing around.
2...
Christopher Morrell: Whats a better way of doing it than fore-going the metaphor and instead literally attacking aaron's manhood.
3!
Heston Meeks: Your winner, THURSDAY KERRIGAN!
Thursday gets up and smirks at the camera before Alessandra joins her in the ring, letting the two celebrate their victory before UCI fades to a commercial break.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:17:46 GMT -6
Chance Von Crank vs. Shadowlove
Heston Meeks: The following United Championship Infinite match is scheduled for one fall. . . Introducing first. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena of The Warehouse.
Justin Chambers: Many wrestlers have graced the United Championship Infinite but there has been no one like this modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac. . .
Michael Stelzner: What makes this guy so unique, is that even losing his first ever Main Event match last week, he just doesn't care. He is the only person in the UCI that I’ve ever seen who has a laissez-faire attitude when it comes to wins and loses. It is a rare thing to find in this cutthroat business. Ever since the UCI came on the air, the only thing that this man has ever been in constant pursuit of is R-E-C-P-E-K!. . .
Christopher Morrell: Not only does this guy reside along the lunatic fringe in this organization, he is without a doubt, the most certifiable wrestler to ever step into the squared-circle in the UCI. He craves the feeling of deep admiration for only one thing, HIMSELF! He has shown a total lack of R-E-S-P-E-C-T for anyone's and everyone's abilities and achievements inside the squared-circle. . .
Justin Chambers: Like Father, like son, as they say. . .
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" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Heston Meeks: Standing 6’4. . .
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Heston Meeks: And weighing in tonight, at a lean, mean, Two Hundred and Thirty-five pounds of blue twisted steel and sex-appeal. . .
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. The "Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
Heston Meeks: Hailing from. . . The Windy City, Chicago, Illinois?. . .
Christopher Morrell: Bullsh*beep*! You mean to tell me that that this Hollywood Fashion Model really comes from the Northside of Chitown? Just look at him!. . .
Michael Stelzner: Cubbies! Cubbies! Cubbies!
Justin Chambers: He does tonight!. . .
The Crowd: HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED!
"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. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing Standing Ovation from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
The Crowd: DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO! DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO! DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses 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 as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
Heston Meeks: HERE’S CHICAGO’S FAVORITE SON, THE ONE, THE ONLY, “THE HANDSOME HALF-BREED” SHHAADDOOWWLLOOVVEE!
The Crowd: HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED!
The Warehouse becomes dark and a shotgun blast echoes throughout the Arena in the darkness.
The Crowd: WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH!
The voice of "Shock N Rolla" Chance Von Crank erupts and echoes throughout The darkened Arena of The Warehouse.
HERE TO SHOW YA!”
“COCKED BACK AND FUCKING LOADED!”
“CHANCE. . . VON. . . CRRAANNKK!”
"Straight to hell" by Hank lll begins to play throughout the darkened Arena of The Warehouse.
The lights flicker back to life as Pixie Paradoxxx pokes her head out from behind the curtain with a rubber Ronald Reagan mask hanging off the back of her head. The boos rain down she pulls the mask over her face then stumbles out across the stage. Chance Von Crank dashes from behind the curtain and the boos grow louder. He catches up to Pixie and pushes her down. cVc then steps over her, completely disregarding her well being. The boos continue as cVc walks towards the ring steps. Pixie hurries to catch up after getting back to her feet. She quickly jumps up on the apron in a hurry to hold the ropes for Chance. The crowd is relentless as cVc throws his rhinestone robe in Pixie's face to flex for the heated crowd.
The Crowd: WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH!
Justin Chambers: Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the United Championship Infinite’s fan-base has chosen who they like here tonight. No doubt, the better of two evils. . .
Michael Stelzner: This is probably the only night that they will cheer for “The Handsome Half-breed”. Did you see what. . . What that *beep*hole, “Trailer Park Prodigy” did last week? It just makes me sick!
Christopher Morrell: *garbles something incoherent*
Michael Stelzner: What the hell are you eating?. . .
Christopher Morrell: Chef Atticus Rex made some special dawg tacos tonight, want some?
Justin Chambers: Ralph, I mean, Michael will be back in a sec. Can this premiere, hot, young, unabashed talented do the one thing that Wade Moor failed to do last week on Overload?
Christopher Morrell: There is no one more qualified to do that than “The Handsome Half-breed”, Wade Moor chose the glory of advancing in the UCI World Championship rather than do the will of the people and end Chance Von Crank!. . .
Justin Chambers: Do you really think that “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove can take-out “The Trailer Park Prodigy” Chance Von Crank here tonight?. . .
Michael Stelzner: “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove has The Hollywood Blonde Pedigree, The Hollywood Blonde style, The Hollywood Blonde attitude, and when Chance Von Crank showed up here tonight with a resume that overshadows Shadowlove, you might just have to wonder if Chance Von Crank’s ego is slightly bruised from the fans response?. . .
DING!
These two dive into the match right away. Shadowlove and cVc both lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Shadowlove with a wristlock, cVc rolls to reverse, Shadowlove releases the pressure, cVc with a standing side rolling headlock. Shadowlove back to his feet, sends cVc off the ropes. cVc reverses sending Shadowlove off the ropes. Pixie Paradoxxx hooks the foot sending Shadowlove to the mat.
The Crowd: WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH!
Michael Stelzner: Whoa man! That must have got Ms. Miyamoto's attention! She just lowered her RayBan’s down and shoots Pixie Paradoxxx a look from her incandescent green eyes. . .
Christopher Morrell: I think that I gotta change my shorts? Once the Black Widow does her death stare, you can stick a fork in you cause you're done!
Justin Chambers: Ouch! You soniva*beep*! The battle of egos continues with Chance Von Crank grabbing Shadowlove by a handful of hair, sets him up with a Vertical Suplex and goes for the pin. . .
ONE!
TWO!
Shadowlove with a quick kick out. cVc back on the attack backs Shadowlove up against the ropes. Referee in for a break. Quick eye poke by cVc. followed up by not 1, not 2, but 3 forearm smashes. Referee steps between them. Quick Three Stooges Eye Gouge on cVc. Shadowlove reverses sends cVc into the corner, delivers a series of European Uppercuts and climbs to the second rope and raises kisses his fist and raises it into the air.
The Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
Michael Stelzner: That’s ten shots to cVc’s head. He looks a tad groggy. ..
Christopher Morrell: Fistaphobia Dynotopia!
Justin Chambers: Chance Von Crank musters enough strength to deliver and atomic drop. Shadowlove feeling the burn, so to speak, is looking for. . . A Tag! Chance Von Crank catches Shadowlove with a German Suplex into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
Shadowlove kicks out! cVc relentless with his attack, once again reaches down to grab Shadowlove by the hair.
Michael Stelzner: SMALL PACKAGE!
The Crowd: HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED!
ONE!
Christopher Morrell: That’s not what your girlfriend said!
Justin Chambers: Shadowlove puts his foot on the ropes and grabs a handful of tights.
Michael Stelzner: FULL MOON!
Christopher Morrell: BROWNOUT!
TWO!
Justin Chambers: REFEREE BREAK!
Both men roll out of the ring. Shadowlove gets a handful of popcorn and a drink of. . . an unknown beverage from a fan. Pixie Paradoxxx tries to help pull up cVc‘s tights, he slaps her and she falls to the ground. Shadowlove runs to her aid. cVc bails up the aisle. As Shadowlove kneels on one knee, Pixie Paradoxxx with an uppercut to the groin.
The Crowd: WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH!
Michael Stelzner: LOW BLOW!. . .
Christopher Morrell: THAT’S WHAT THAT BIT*beep* IS GOOD AT!. . .
Justin Chambers: Rumor has it, so we're told. cVc rolls Shadowlove back into the ring. Shadowlove still reeling from from Pixie Paradoxxx’s low blow tries to crawl towards the ropes. cVc kicks his hands as he almost reaches the ropes and taunts Ms. Miyamoto. . .
Michael Stelzner: With the Referee distracted, Pixie weasels her way into the ring and hooks Shadowlove in a. . .
Christopher Morrell: CAMEL TOE CLUTCH!. . .
Justin Chambers: SAY WHAT? The Referee starts a count on Pixie Paradoxxx. Before he gets to 5, she breaks the hold and squirms her way out the ring. Chance Von Crank signals for. . .
Michael Stelzner: The Iron Claw!
Christopher Morrell: GODDA*beep* VON ERICHS!
Justin Chambers: Chance Von Crank cinches in the World Famous Von Erich Family Iron Claw! The eyes of Texas are upon us! And Shadowlove’s are crossed! Referee lifts his arm up. Shadowlove’s arm drops. Chance Von Crank cinches more down on the Iron Claw. Referee lifts Shadowlove’s arm up once again, Shadowlove’s arm flops back down for a second. . .
Michael Stelzner: This could be it, one more arm drop and cVc wins! Referee lifts Shadowlove’s arm up one last time. . .
Christopher Morrell: NO! SHADOWLOVE IS HOLDING UP HIS ARM,GESTURING NO, NO, NO WITH HIS MIDDLE FINGER UP, YOU KNOW THE BIRD?. . .
Justin Chambers: Yes, we all know the bird! THREE STOOGES EYE-GOUGE!
The Crowd: HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED!
cVc breaks to move and grabs his eyes. Shadowlove whips cVc off the ropes and lands a desperation Back Body Drop! cVc goes flying out of the ring. Pixie Paradoxxx comes to his aid and he pushes her out of the way and knocks Heston Meeks out of his chair. He takes the steel chair and slides into the ring.
CRACK!
Michael Stelzner: This could be it for Shadowlove? cVc clocks Shadowlove with the Steel chair!
Christopher Morrell: SHADOWLOVE IS DOWN AND BUSTED OPEN!
Justin Chambers: Chance Von Crank bat-flips the chair and arrogantly flops down on Shadowlove for the pin. . .
The Crowd: WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH! WHITE TRASH!
ONE
TWO
THR---
Michael Stelzner: NO! OH MY GAWD!. . .
Christopher Morrell: GODDA*beep*! I LOVE ASIAN WOMEN!
Justin Chambers: Ms. Miyamoto draped Shadowlove’s foot over the bottom rope for the save! cVc is up celebrating. The Referee points to Shadowlove’s foot on the ropes. cVc jovial mood turns livid!
Chance Von Crank slides out of the ring and goes after Ms. Miyamoto. Ms. Miyamoto just stands there tapping the copy of the Wall St. Journal in her hand. Chance Von Crank bulrushes towards her. She preforms a jump style flip move over Chance Von Crank and lands in a fighting stance.
The Crowd: HOLY SH*beep*! HOLY SH*beep*! HOLY SH*beep*! HOLY SH*beep*!
Ms. Miyamoto double tap’s her nose with her thumb and signals to Chance Von Crank to come get some like Bruce Lee. She just stands there tapping the copy of the Wall St. Journal in her hand as if nothing happening. Chance Von Crank, shakes his head, unbelievable, calls her a Bit*beep* and arrogantly takes his time walking towards her after learning his lesson and points to his head like he comes from a school of high learning. Just before Chance Von Crank has a chance to grab Ms. Miyamoto by the throat.
Michael Stelzner: STOP THE PRESSES!. . .
Christopher Morrell: “The Trailer Park Prodigy” just met the business section of a very loaded newspaper.
Justin Chambers: Ms. Miyamoto just laid out Chance Von Crank with the rolled up copy of The Wall St. Journal of questionable means and does a bat-flip of her own. Pixie Paradoxxx goes ballistics and goes after Ms. Miyamoto.
Michael Stelzner: CATFIGHT!. . .
Christopher Morrell: CATFIGHT!. . .
Justin Chambers: CATFIGHT!. . .
The Crowd: CATFIGHT!
Ms. Miyamoto senses Pixie Paradoxxx running at her from behind, pirouettes, and spits a Red Asian Mist into her face followed up by an Irimi-Kokyunage, a Steven Segal style clothesline. Pixie Paradoxxx does a 360° spin in the air.
Michael Stelzner: WOW!
Christopher Morrell: WOW!
Justin Chambers: That’s all that you two got? Pixie Paradoxxx looked like a Rag doll flying through the air. Shadowlove starts to stir. He wipes the blood out of his face. He sees his own blood. His ice cold blue eyes turned bug-eyed and crazy. The lunatic fringe is “Hulking Up”, for lack of a better term, and coming to life by grabbing a handful of his bloody classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and RAMS his OWN head into the turnbuckle a few times. . .
Shadowlove slides out of the ring drags cVc by the leg and rolls him back in the ring. He reaches into his Alligator skinned boot and pulls out a pair of Brass Knuckles and slides into the ring and delivers a Flashy Fist Drop onto cVc’s head with the Brass Knuckles and hides them in the pocket of his Crocodile skinned pants. The Referee checks on cVc convulsing in the ring then checks Shadowlove. Shadowlove holds both hands up in a mock surrender showing no evidence of the Brass Knuckles. Shadowlove forgoes the pin and picks up cVc.
Michael Stelzner: The tides have changed for sure tonight in this matchup. . .
Christopher Morrell (singing): Sunday. . . Bloody. . . Sund*beep*!
Justin Chambers: Whoa, copyright infringement, my friend! Shadowlove whips cVc off the ropes and lands a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. . .
ONE
TWO
Shadowlove picks cVc shoulders off the mat by his hair before three count. There's life in Pixie Paradoxxx. She comes back into the ring pleading at Shadowlove. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth appears on his fighter’s face. Shadowlove offers Pixie Paradoxxx a hand. Pixie Paradoxxx appears to be hesitant at first. Shadowlove’s lips says “Trust Me!”.
Michael Stelzner: Shadowlove is quite the gentleman. I told you two gu. . .
Justin Chambers: Shadowlove whips Pixie Paradoxxx off the ropes. . .
Christopher Morrell: RUNNING REVERSE HANDSPRING CLOTHESLINE BY MS. MIYAMOTO!. . .
The Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Justin Chambers: Pixie Paradoxxx better go down to city hall in the morning and change her name to Raggedy Ann or Aerosmith wrote a song about this Rag doll. . .
Michael Stelzner: Shadowlove with an Arm-whip Clothesline! Shadowlove picks up the Steel Chair and drops it next to Chance Von Crank. . .
The Crowd chants DDT! DDT! DDT! DDT! DDT! DDT! DDT! DDT!
Justin Chambers: Shadowlove just made a “DEDICATION” to Ms. Miyamoto. Ms Miyamoto climbs to the top rope and blows a kiss back at Shadowlove.
Christopher Morrell: OH MY FUC*beep*ING GOD!. . .
Justin Chambers: THE DARK GIFT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!. . .
The Crowd: HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED! HALF-BREED!
Michael Stelzner: OH MY FUC*beep*ING GOD!. . .
Justin Chambers: SPLIT-LEGGED CORKSCREW ASAI MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP ROPE BY MS. MIYAMOTO!
The Crowd: DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO! DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO! DOMO ARIGATO, MS. MIYAMOTO!
Justin Chambers: SHADOWLOVE DELIVERED THE DARK GIFT ON CHANCE VON CRANK AND MS. MIYAMOTO DELIVERED THE SPLIT-LEGGED CORKSCREW ASAI MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP ROPE ON PIXIE PARADOXXX! SIMULTANEOUSLY! AND WHY IN THE BLUE HELL ARE WE YELLING?. . .
Michael Stelzner: SHADOWLOVE WITH THE COVER IN THE RING!. . .
Christopher Morrell: MS. MIYAMOTO WITH THE COVER ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!. .
The Crowd: ONE!
The Crowd: TWO!
The Crowd: TTHHRREE!
The Crowd: THE END!
The Crowd (singing): NA NA NA NA. . . HEY HEY HEY. . . GOODBYE!
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:19:11 GMT -6
A new team appears!
A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp. He then beckons to the back and 4 other similarly clad LARPers emerge, flanking him, not unlike the fellowship of the ring. The big man, wearing full armour and holding a shield and sword takes position in front, while a tiny elf, dressed in green druid like clothing takes the rear, waving his staff in the air. The other two, a woman wielding a bow and a rather scary looking hairy beast wielding an axe take position either side of Jenson.
Christopher Morrell: Oh good, it's the job squad!
Michael Stelzner: That'll be the job party Chris, know your terms.
Christopher: Whatever they are, what are they doing here? And why is there a giant… uh…TV in the middle of the ring?
Sure enough, in the middle of the ring there is a giant TV, shaped, oddly enough, like a crystalline twenty-sided die. It is made of 10 different sized triangular panels and hanging from a couple of cables coming from the ceiling. Each panel had a different number on it. The one in the middle was of course a 20. It was red, with white numbering if you must know.
On either side of the panel sit a pair of sofas, armed with microphones and spotlights. Yet the biggest light of all shines down on what appears to be yet another twenty sided die, this time in rug form, in the middle of the ring. AJ has obviously spared no expense.
Michael Stelzner: This must be what Jenson was referring to on Twitter.
Christopher Morrell: You follow him on Twitter? I bet all he sodding does is post pictures of half-naked…Orcs or something on it!
Michael Stelzner: Well, uh, yes he does, but...
Justin Chambers: Say…What was that Twitter handle again?
By now AJ is in the ring, Microphone in hand. His adventuring party standing in wait near the entrance ramp. With a flourish, he produces a purple velveteen bag, holding it aloft! The lights in the arena dim as they slowly coalesce upon the bag.
Slowly, purposefully, he withdraws a shining, crystalline object, which sparkles under the spotlights like the sun itself! It is a handcrafted, laser-cut, crystal die! With a well-practiced hand, he slowly turns towards the table, and, after holding his arms out to call for silence, lets it fall from his hand, rolling upon the table.
As he does, the TV suddenly shows the roll in the middle panel thanks to the network of birds eye cameras AJ had installed in the roof when Spencer wasn't looking. The roll was a 4.
AJ grabs one of the microphones and timidly starts to talk, in a voice that's trying to be confident but unfortunately betrays a competitor completely unsure of himself.
Jenson: Welcome...Er...to Sl...I mean....
He looks at the party
Jenson: …What's the show called again?
The rest of the party shakes their heads and rolls their dice. Four of the panels on the TV now show the results simultaneously. They were a 15, 19,13 and an 18. AJ smiles in relief and picks up the mic again after dropping it unceremoniously before. He clears his throat and speaks, this time with all the confidence of a world class game show host.
Jenson: Welcome everyone! This is the first ever edition of Random Encounters, right here on Sunday night Overload! The idea is super simple, so simple in fact that even the Bug eyed Raven Face of Fairhill could grasp it!
He laughs at his own joke. No one else gets it.
….Other than the 4 adventurers that follow him of course, and for some reason..?
Michael Stelzner: Heh heh heh…Classic!
Jenson: Every single person who is in this building right now and employed by the fair people of UCI has a number between 10 and 200. All I have to do is roll these ten dice here and by the time those bones stop rattling, this show will have its guest. It could be anyone from Spencer Adams to That hotdog vendor in the foyer. You know, the one with the thing? With the eye? No? I can’t be the only one who notic- Hell, it could even be Burn Out! Live from his hospital bed in HIGH DEFINITION! The only thing for certain is that we! Are! About to find out!
Jenson rolls all 10 dice and each of them showed on the screen. After a brief pause, the number 42 comes up. Then fades away, replaced with the roster page graphic of…
Teddy Sol!
A jazzy guitar riff sounds throughout the arena as the crowd begins cheering! Sure enough, after a few moments, a slightly confused but very enthusiastic Sol appears on the stage! He walks towards the ring, high fiving the front row as he does so.
As he approaches, one of the party stops him and holds out a strange object towards him.
Jenson: Come on now (name), no need to detect curses with this one!
The party member gives Sol a cockeyed stare, but sure enough waves him towards the ring. Sol shrugs his shoulders and rolls under the ropes, grabbing a microphone off a table as he does so.
Jenson: Welcome, brave adventurer! Your quest awaits you, are you ready?
Teddy Sol: Does it involve cosigning a loan?
Jenson rolls a die on the table.
Jenson: No.
Sol: Then it will be the best quest I’ve been offered today! What’s on your mind, Dungeon Master?
Jenson: I am here to ask you to take up arms against a great evil.
Sol: Roseanne Barr?
Jenson: To stand against a sea of strife!
Sol: Yeah, that sounds like her.
Jenson: I have not been blind to your exploits sir, you have the makings of a true hero!
Sol: If you’re talking about the sandwich, I’m on board. Say, don’t these things usually have refreshments?
Sol cautiously examines a goblet placed on the table, which emits a puff of green smoke.
Sol: Say, have you been getting cooking tips from my grandmother?
Jenson: That potion was derived from goat’s bladder and troll urine.
Sol: Huh…what’s it do?
Jenson: As of this moment it causes great nausea.
Sol: And that’s what you had in mind?
Jenson: Well, it was originally intended as an invisibility potion.
Sol: No wonder they put that chain on the women’s locker room…
After another die roll (6) Jenson shuffles the cards with questions on them nervously.
Jenson: So, tell me about your new book?
Sol: The one from the library? I needed something to read at the petting zoo.
Jenson: You read to the animals? That’s practically saintly.
Sol: What? Oh! Yes…to the animals…
Jenson: Brave Paladin, I must admit that your selflessness is admirable! I had not intended this when we started, but I must ask, would you consider…
Suddenly, Jenson is cut off by a roaring voice from the entrance ramp.
Michael Stelzner: Now what?
Christopher Morrell: Oh I don't even think anyone knows.
Justin Chambers: Why if it isn't Cragnar the mighty and his companion Bob.
Christopher Morell: I just see a big guy and an emo kid.
Sure enough, standing on the ramp is a 7 foot tall giant, dressed in full larp gear, looking like a dwarf – full beard and everything. Stood next to him was a teenager, wearing all black and texting on his phone. His black hair covers one eye.
Cragnar: Jenson! I would quarrel with you!
Jenson looks at the two on the ramp, looks at his party, who are ready to attack at any moment of provocation, looks at Teddy Sol who merely offers a bewildered shrug. Jenson glances to the duo, then to his group, and with a deep sigh waves to the party to stand down.
Jenson: What is it now, Cragnar? Did you two not agree that the matter was solved? I mean, I know dwarves aren't known for their stature but they can at least be known to listen sometimes. Or is the air too far away down there? Andre offers a knowing wink as he elbows Sol in the side. Sol responds pretty much how you would expect.
Michael Stelzner: Am I missing something here? Did he just say that behemoth was short?
Cragnar: I'm not short! I'm a dwarf! Are you stupid?? I shall not take dwarvism from anyone, not least you, Jenson. And solved? Hah! It is not solved until Robert and I have our vengeance!
Scourge: *sniff* Uh, the name is Scourge Darkfire, Cragnar. Geez, would you read the notes for once?
Cragnar: Shut up Bobby. Scourge: You shut up, Eric.
Jenson: Hold up a minute anyway, Cragnar! Can't you see I'm with an important guest here? Have you considered his feelings??
Sol: Who, me? Oh no, I would never get between a dwarf and anything. Unless he needed something off a shelf.
A vein pops out on Cragnar’s forehead.
Jenson: …It's a long story
Cragnar: It's a story of betrayal!
Scourge: …
Sol raises his eyebrows
Sol: Betrayal?
Jenson: Yeah, he's a little… Cragnar: That one was on purpose! ...annoyed at the moment. He used to be a member of the league of larpers with Scourge. They left a while back because of a dispute.
Sol: About what?
Cragnar: HE TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THE RED WEDDING BEFORE I'D EVEN SEEN THE EPISODES. HE'S A BOOK READER!
Christopher Morrell: THAT BASTARD!
Jenson shrugs.
Sol: I’m still on season one myself. I have feeling everything’s going to work out for the Starks. Say, does Cragnar like Tyrion? Cragnar: That’s it! Killing you both!
The duo begin storming towards the ring with murder in their eyes. Suddenly, however, Supremacy by Muse hits! Spencer Adams steps through the curtain with a microphone!
Michael Stelzner: That God this is over, hopefully Spencer is out here to put a stop to all of this nonsense.
Spencer Adams comes out to the ramp and surveys the situation. Looking at Cragnar, then the party, then the ring with Jenson and Teddy Sol in it.
Spencer: Okay, that’s just about enough of all of this. You two come into my arena, interrupt my program, and now you’re going to storm the ring?
He looks up to Cragnar
Spencer: You two want to throw down with these two?
Cragnar nods eagerly. Spencer looks at Scourge.
Spencer: How about you Neo?
Scourge shrugs, typing something on his cell phone. Spencer takes it as a yes.
Spencer: Well I hate to spoil the party, but there is no way in hell that I’m going to allow you two to step into that ring!
The crowd showers the arena with boos.
Spencer: Without a referee.
The boos turn to cheers as a referee appears on the horizon.
Spencer: I guess it’s time for your debut boys! Book it Danno!
With that the crowd goes slightly more noisy, while Spencer turns back towards the curtain, speaking as he leaves. Spencer: Jenson, Sol. Teach these clowns some manners.
Michael Stelzner: There you have it folks! To settle an ancient blood feud, Andre Jenson and Teddy Sol will go up against two LARPers who hate Andre Jenson with a passion!
Christopher Morell: I can’t believe you just used the word LARPers. Am I the only one around here with a life? Michael Stelzner: That remains to be seen. In the ring, Jenson extends his hand to Sol, who grabs it in an extremely manly handshake. The two look across the ring to their opponents. Jenson: I’ll take the big one. Teddy Sol: Mighty nice of you! Jenson: You take the dwarf. Teddy Sol: ….of course.
Teddy Sol and Andre Jenson vs. Cragnar and Scourge DING DING DING!
Cragnar and Sol begin the match, and despite his eagerness, Cragnar steps forward carefully, looking for an opportunity! The two lock up, but Sol ducks behind him almost immediately, pushing him away for good measure. Christopher Morell: Olè! Cragnar turns back towards Sol, and this time rushes him without hesitation! But Sol quickly rolls to the side again, causing Cragnar to run full keel into his own partner! Scourge is launched from the apron, his cell phone flying into the crowd.
Scourge: NOOOOooo!! Cragnar turns furiously back to the faster opponent, but Sol has already made his way back to the corner and tags in Jenson! Jenson steps between the ropes and grabs Sol’s hand, Irish whipping him at Cragnar like a cannonball!
Sol turns, flipping into Cragnar with a running Senton, taking the giant off his feet as Sol rolls free from the ring. Jenson turns and grabs Cragnar around the waist, trying to pick him up with a belly to belly suplex!
But Cragnar’s mass is too much, and Jenson struggles to lift the massive competitor, with a look of confusion on his face!
Christopher Morell: He’s trying to pick him up? He might as well bring a forklift! Michael Stelzner: I think he still thinks Cragnar is a dwarf!
Jenson’s biceps bulge, and finally he grabs the big man over his head with a heave of effort!
Michael Stelzner: Holy Shi-!
The crowd roars in amazement as Andre hurls his opponent to the ground almost immediately with a German suplex!
Scourge has made his way to the apron now, ignoring the rules to charge the winded Jenson! Despite his herculean move, the effort has left him momentarily unable to defend himself! Scourge stomps his head and body viciously!
Michael: What the? Where is this coming from??
Christopher Morell: You don’t mess with a teenager’s phone, Michael!
Scourge grabs Jenson by the head and drives a knee across his brow, drawing a chorus of boos for the blatantly illegal tactic. He turns and flips off the crowd with a sneer. …and turns right into a flying crossbody from Sol! Scourge is blasted off his feet as the move connects, and Scourge seems barely able to breathe, he gets to his feet but Jenson is already prepared, grabbing him by the neck and whipping him in the corner! Scourge stumbles forward, dazed by the impact, and Jenson reaches into a pouch on his tights, pulling out a die. He rolls it on the ground, nods affirmatively to Sol!
As Scourge stumbles forward helplessly, Sol grabs him with a drop toehold as Jenson flies forward with a running knee!
Michael Stelzner: Critical Hit with the assist from Sol!
Scourge is out, and the two turn towards the still prone Cragnar. Sol gestures to Jenson, who holds his hand out. Sol steps on Jenson’s outstretched arms, and Jenson boosts him up!
Sol then uses the momentum to connect with… Christopher Morell: The Shining Star Press! I didn’t know you could hit that from the ground!
Michael Stelzner: Talk about teamwork!
The duo each grabs an opponent, Sol pinning Scourge as Jenson covers Cragnar!
1! 2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The crowd explodes as the two warriors stand victorious! The referee raises their hands in victory as “Big Blue Dress” plays throughout the arena!
Christopher Morell: Talk about a blowout! Cragnar and Scourge don’t even know what hit them!
Michael Stelzner: And what teamwork from these two! Could this be a sign of things to come?
Christopher Morell: Only time will tell, Michael!
Sol turns towards Jenson, offering a handshake. Jenson eyes the roaring crowd for only a moment before accepting it. Sol then grabs Jenson’s arm and raises it in victory as Overload cuts to a commercial.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:19:59 GMT -6
Jay Omega vs. Occulo
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer hits the speakers as the lights go out. We see the Single Butt symbol on the titantron (red with a black background) as a faint white spotlight glows at the centre of the stage. In the spotlight is Occulo who is bowing with his hands together. He looks to the sky and the lights flash on all at once. He then makes his way to the ring high-fiving fans and slides into the ring ready for combat.
"15 Minutes" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Heston Meeks: Making his way to the ring, from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia... JAY OMEGA!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
The referee brings them to the center of the ring, and gives them a quick rule reading, before signalling for the bell to ring. Both men put their guard up, and begin to circle each other. They each throw a few phantom punches, testing each other out. Occulo throws a big one, but Omega dodges backward, and comes forward with a couple stiff kicks to the thigh. Occulo hobbles out of reach, causing Jay to miss the third kick. Occulo steps forward with a forearm shiver to Omega’s face, followed up by two more, sending Jay into the corner.
Michael Stelzner: These two going at it hard to start off!
Justin Chambers: Don’t expect too many submission holds in this one. You are watching two very talented strikers go at it.
Occulo whips Omega to the other corner, and runs at him. Jay rolls out of the way just in time, but instead of colliding with the turnbuckle, Occulo manages to stop himself. He turns around, and catches three sets of 1-2 punches to the jaw. Jay whips him into the ropes, but he returns with a spinning back elbow, sending Jay to the mat. Omega rolls under the bottom rope, and takes a walking lap around the ring as the fans boo.
Michael Stelzner: Jay omega bailing out early to catch a breath.
Christopher Morrell: More like avoiding the fight. Get in the ring!
Occulo slides under the bottom rope and goes for Omega, but he slides inside and hops to his feet. Occulo tries to follow, but Omega stomps on him a number of times before he can roll away and pull himself up. Jay comes at him, but Occulo catches him with a toe kick to the gut, followed by a knee to the nose, splattering red across his cheek.
Michael Stelzner: That’s a broken nose sure as I’ve ever seen one.
Justin Chambers: That’s going to make the match more difficult for Omega. Seeing, breathing, everything is going to be harder from here on out.
Jay stumbles back, holding his face. He leans against the ropes, and Occulo immediately runs forward, hitting him with a clothesline that sends him hurtling over the top rope. Jay hits the ground and stays there for a minute, allowing Occulo to recuperate. Omega holds his ribs and howls in pain, but rises to his feet. Occulo sees this, and bounces off the opposite ropes, before hitting him with a baseball slide. Jay goes flying into the guardrail, taking even more damage to the ribs.
Michael Stelzner: Looks like Occulo has taken the advantage in a big way.
Occulo slides onto the floor, and hits Jay with a number of stiff hooks to the ribcage. He then whips him into the stairs. Which separate and make a loud clanging sound. Occulo quickly tosses Jay into the ring, slides in after him, and goes for the cover.
...1!
...2!
...no! Omega kicks out. Blood runs down his chin, as he rolls onto his stomach, and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Occulo stands first, and hits him with several hard kicks to the midsection. He lifts Jay and puts him over his shoulder. He goes for a running powerslam, but Jay drops off behind him, and clocks him with an elbow to the back of the head. Occulo hits the ground and Omega jumps on top of him, throwing right after left at the back and neck of his opponent.
Michael Stelzner: Jay Omega has taken this match back and is taking the fight to Occulo!
Justin Chambers: Occulo is in trouble if he can’t escape. Omega is a hell of a striker, and each of those punches is doing plenty of damage.
Occulo reaches forward, and manages to grab the bottom rope, and drag himself into the corner. The ref gets Jay off of him, and allows Occulo to stand. That doesn’t last long. Jay splashes him into the corner, and when Occulo stumbles out, Omega hits him with an exploder suplex for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Occulo gets the shoulder up. Jay drags the man to his feet, and tosses him into the corner, before pummeling him with rights and lefts. Occulo drops to a sitting position, and Omega backs up, wiping some blood from under his nose. He sprints forward, hitting Occulo with a stiff knee to the jaw. Jay drags him out of the corner, and covers him again.
...1!
...2!
...No! Occulo just kicks out! Jay slaps the mat in frustration.
Michael Stelzner: Jay starting to get angry here. He wants to put Occulo away.
Justin Chambers: It’s gonna take a lot more than this! Both these men can take a lot of punishment. This match is nowhere near over.
Christopher Morrell: All matches are one move and three seconds from ending. It doesn’t matter who’s in the ring.
Jay stands up, and bends down to grab Occulo, but gets kicked in the side of the head. Omega stumbles back and leans against the ropes, allowing Occulo to hop up and run at him, clotheslining him over the top rope. This time Omega lands on the apron, but only saves himself for a moment. Occulo drops down and kicks Jay’s legs out from under him, causing Omega to fall off, and smash his face on the apron. He slides out, and lifts Jay up, tossing him into the guardrail.
Michael Stelzner: Omega taking a beating here.
Christopher Morrell: He’d better get back on top of this one, or he’s in trouble.
Occulo grabs Jay, and whips him around, before bringing him back and lifting him in a back body drop. Omega flies over the guardrail, landing in the crowd. Occulo slaps hands with a few audience members, enjoying his success. Jay rises to his feet, and Occulo runs toward him, leaping over the guardrail, and hitting him with a flying forearm.
Christopher Morrell: My god! They took out a section of the audience!
The audience chants “This is awesome” as both men recuperate on the floor. Occulo gets to his feet, and drags Jay ith him. He tosses Omega over the railing, and climbs over himself. He lifts his opponent, and slides the man under the bottom rope, following and going for the pin immediately.
...1!
...2!
...no! Jay kicks out.
Michael Stelzner: This has been a hell of a fight, and Omega refuses to let it end!
Occulo grabs Jay’s head, and hits him with several hard rights to the nose, splattering blood all over Occulo’s knuckles. He lifts Jay to his feet, and whips him into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Omega manages to make the first move, leaping into the air and hitting Occulo with a flying knee to the jaw. Both men hit the mat, and lay there as the crowd erupts. Both men slowly stand to their feet at the same time. Omega sprints forward, but Occulo throws his leg up, and hits Jay in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick. Omega stumbles back and bounces off the ropes. Stumbling forward, Occulo hits him with a drop toe hold. He jumps on top of OMega and turns it into a rear chinlock.
Justin Chambers: Nasty submission hold here, Occulo wrenching on Jay’s neck.
Christopher Morrell: He’s not going to last long in this hold!
Jay claws at Occulo’s hands, and manages to unhook them enough to escape the hold, and slip behind him. Jay pulls Occulo’s legs out from under him, and jumps on top, hitting him with several hard punches to the back of the head. He then jumps off of Occulo, and taunts him, begging him to stand. Once he does, Jay grabs him and hits him with a release German suplex. Unfortunately, the ref gets hit with the airborn Occulo, and falls to the mat unconscious.
Michael Stelzner: The ref is out!
Jay goes to pin Occulo, but when no count comes, he finally notices that the ref is out. Suddenly the fans start to boo, as Wentworth Updegraff Jr. leaps from behind the guardrail. He slides into the ring behind Omeg, and taps him on the shoulder. When Jay turns around, Wentworth jumps up and hits him with a vicious check cutter, that puts him out cold. He then drags Occulo over the top of him, and kicks the ref a few times to get him going. Wentworth slides out of the ring, as the ref slowly comes to, and begins to count.
...1!
....2!
...3! No! Omega kicks out at the last second, causing the crowd to go wild. On the outside, Wentworth shouts at the ref for counting too slowly. Occulo slowly comes to, and drags Jay Omega to his feet. Omega is quick though, catching him with a few quick jabs to the jaw. He then spins him around, lifts him in a pumple handle position, and drops down into a double knee backbreaker.
Michael Stelzner: There it is! Ride the Lightning!
...1!
...2!
...3!
As soon as the ref signals for the bell, Wentworth slides into the ring, and begins stomping on the back of Omega’s head. The ref tries to stop him, but he just shoves the ref out of the ring. Wentworth then lifts Jay Omega up and hits him with the Ascot suplex.
Christopher Morrell: Omega lands on his head and he is out cold!
Wentworth stands over him, as the crowd boos loudly. A group of refs come to stop him, but Wentworth has already climbed out of the ring, and begun making his way to the back.
Michael Stelzner: Well Omega gets the win, but takes a beating from Wentworth Updegraff Jr. I wonder where this will lead.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:20:45 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue/Polar Phantasm vs. Kyle Kemp/Dustin Beaver
"Where Are U Now" by Skrillex & Diplo, Ft. Justin Bieber hits the speakers, and a spotlight shines at the entryway. Dustin Beaver strolls into the spotlight to a mixed reaction; plenty of boos, but a good number of appreciative cheers from the female audience members. The Beavs points to the crowd on his left, the crowd to his right, then turns around and points with both hands at the entrance, where Kyle Kemp appears, to a decidedly less mixed reaction. Boos rain down heavily, but Kyle simply smirks and rolls his eyes; unconcerned with the opinions of lesser people. The two men saunter down to the ring, ignoring the crowd, where Kemp mounts the ring steps and Dustin climbs up onto the apron, turning to face the crowd with a dazzling smile. THe two men enter the ring without further fanfare, and stand in their corner to await their opponents.
"Guardians of the Night" by Sonic Librarian begins to play and the Warehouse lights go out, save for a blue glow around the entry way that pulses in time with the electronic percussion. A lone spotlight shines on the curtain as the synthesizer kicks in, but it's not until the guitar joins in that the Polar Phantasm steps from behind the curtain. A moment later he's joined by Bonnie Blue, and the two Guardians stand at the head of the aisle for a few seconds, surveying their opponents. The Guardians make their way to ringside, but pause just short of entering the ring. They seem to discuss strategy for a moment, then both turn and quickly slide into the ring, coming to their feet ready to fight. And it's a good thing, too, since Beaver and Kemp rush them before they even make it to a vertical base. The match has yet to officially begin, and the referee has already lost control.
Beaver showers Polar with a rain of clubbing forearms, while Kemp tries a similar tactic on Bonnie. Anticipating such an attack though, Blue is able to deflect and absorb most of the blows, proving Kyle's offense to be frustratingly worthless. Kemp hops back to create a little space, then lunges forward; trying to catch Bonnie off guard with a lariat. The Daughter of Time ducks under the wild swing however, and dashes into the ropes. Kyle turns around and drops down in front of Blue, trying to trip her up, but Bonnie leaps right over him with a spinning heel kick to the back of Dustin Beaver's head. The Beavs stumbles forward, right into a hip toss from the Phantasm, immediately followed by a short leg drop. Kemp slips out of the ring, rather than face both Guardians alone, and Bonnie also climbs through the ropes, out onto the apron.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Polar drags Dustin to his feet, but Beaver throws off the clutch, and lays a forearm shiver along the Phantasm's jaw. A second, and then a third push Polar back, and Dustin kicks hinm in the gut, then slaps on a side headlock. The Phantasm pushes him off, and Dustin hits the ropes, dropping Polar with a shoulder block on the rebound. Dustin drops an elbow before going for a quick cover, but Polar gets the shoulder up. Beaver quickly transitions into a grounded headlock.
Justin Chambers: Dustin Beaver is one of the more underrated technical wrestlers in the UCI, and if the Polar Phantasm isn't careful, Beaver is going to make an example out of him.
Polar is able to work his way up to his feet but the Beavs grabs him and drops him with a backdrop before he can mount any offense. Dustin goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And the mastermind of the Guardians kicks out. With a shake of his head, Beaver then lifts Polar and sends him across the ring. Polar bounces back and Dustin executes a powerslam into another pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout by Polar.
Michael Stelzner: Beaver may be a decent technician, but the Polar Phantasm has been in wrestling for years; he's sure to have more than a few tricks up his sleeve. He's not going to be beaten easily.
Justin Chambers: That said, prior to UCI's opening, he hadn't really been in the ring for a while, and Dustin is forcing him to use up energy with every kickout. And with Kyle Kemp standing on the apron waiting to have a go, the Phantasm needs all the energy he can get.
Beaver doesn't miss a beat and picks Polar up and lifts him in a vertical suplex, but keeps him hanging for several moments.
Chris Morell: All the blood is rushing to Polar's head. Which shouldn't be a problem, as he doesn't have much of a brain to begin with.
Beaver backs up and suplexes Polar right out of the ring, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd as the Phantasm hits the thin padding on the outside. This brings Bonnie Blue into the ring, who runs at Beaver and hits a dropkick. The Beavs goes down hard, scrambles back to his feet, and eats another dropkick. He gets back up again and this time Blue hits a jumping knee to the chin. Stunned, Dustin staggers backwards into his corner, where Kemp tags himself in.
Michael Stelzner: Bonnie Blue facing off against Kyle Kemp now!
Kemp runs towards Blue, but Bonnie rakes his eyes. Kyle is sent reeling and the Daughter of Time clutches him from behind and executes a German suplex, then bridges into a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--
Kemp kicks out. Blue rolls away and measures Kyle as he begins getting back up. Bonnie charges across the ring, and levels Kemp with a vicious Spear.
Justin Chambers: This is a very important match for both teams. Beaver and Kemp are looking to continue the success they both found elsewhere, and this match would be that start of that. Of course, this is Bonnie and Polar's inaugural tag team match, so a win here would be just as important for them.
Michael Stelzner: This is UCI. Every match is important, Justin. Way to state the obvious.
Bonnie Blue now lifts Kemp up and grapples him from behind... Dragon Sleeper applied!
Michael Stelzner: One of the most dangerous submission moves in wrestling! Bonnie Blue has it locked in!
Kemp yells out in pain for several moments, until the Beavs hits the ring and kicks Blue off. This brings Polar into the ring next; he runs at Dustin, but Beaver ducks and hits a back bodydrop, sending the Phantasm flying over the top and spilling to the outside once more. Kyle and Dustin turn their attention to Blue; they both kick her in the gut and then hit a double suplex in the middle of the ring.
Justin Chambers: Beaver and Kemp gain the advantage!
Beaver rolls out of the ring as Kemp goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
And Bonnie get a shoulder up.
Michael Stelzner: Dustin Beaver and Kyle Kemp make for a very effective tag team, having paired together in the indy circuit, but one can't count out the natural cohesion between Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm.
Kemp lifts Blue up and hits a knife edge chop, then another, and a third. Bonnie is sent into the corner, and Kyle follows her in. Kemp uses all of his strength to whip Blue from one corner to the other, where she hits back first and stumbles forward - right into a kick in the gut followed by a double underhook suplex from Kemp, into another pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
And Bonnie kicks out again.
Michael Stelzner: Lots of near falls in this match. Both teams are in it to win it.
Justin Chambers: NOW who's stating the obvious?
Kemp puts Blue into a headlock before tagging in Beaver. Dustin springboards over and drops an elbow on the back of Bonnie. He follows up by running to the ropes, and dropping Blue with a running DDT as he comes back. The Beavs drags Bonnie up and shoves her into the #BK corner, and starts to blatantly choke her right on front of the referee. The official reads him the riot act, but when Dustin refuses to break the hold, the ref gets in between the two, forcibly separating them. While the official gets in Beaver's face, reminding him of the rules, Kemp latches on to Bonnie's throat from behind, continuing to choke her behind the ref's back. Polar sees this, and tries to come to his teammate's rescue, but the ref, slips past Beaver to work on forcing the Phantasm out of the ring.
Justin Chambers: Classic heel tactics, here. Distract the referee, then double team your opponent.
Chris Morell: Absolutely brilliant, isn't it?
Michael Stelzner: No! It's despicable!
Chris Morell: No, the beer vendor's prices are what's despicable.
Michael Stelzner: ... Well, I can't argue with that.
Polar finally gives up on trying to convince the ref to turn around, realizing he's doing Bonnie more harm than good, and exits the ring. Beaver claps loudly just before the ref turns back to the action, and Kemp enters the ring "legally". Dustin pulls Bonnie out of the corner and wrings her arm as Kyle climbs to the second turnbuckle. Kemp then leaps off and drives the point of his elbow into Blue's exposed shoulder blade, dropping her to the mat with a numbed arm. Kyle pulls Bonnie up and muscles her into the ropes, then fires her across the ring. Kemp telegraphs the back body drop attempt, and Blue jumps onto Kyle's back in a perpendicular manner. Kemp continues with the back body drop, but Bonnie hooks both his arms with her own and her legs, and turns the back body drop into a crucifix driver. Kyle hits the mat hard, and Blue already has him in a pinning predicament.
Michael Stelzner: Good Lord, she just mollywhopped him with that move!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--
And Beaver makes the save, immediately followed by the Phantasm connecting with a springboard dropkick. Dustin hits the mat and rolls right out of the ring, clutching at his chest, while Bonnie and Polar pull Kemp to his feet. The Phantasm puts Kyle in a full Nelson, while Blue shoots the ropes. Whatever plan they had in mind falls apart there, though, as the Beavs grabs Bonnie's ankles, and pulls her form the ring. Meanwhile, Kemp throws a mule kick into Polar's groin, missed by the referee, and slips ouf of the ring to join Dustin on beating down Blue. After a few vicious clubs and kicks, the pair each take hold of one of Blue's arms, and fling her spine first into the ring apron. Luckily for her, this takes Bonnie out of harm's way, as Polar leaps over her head with a plancha onto both Kyle and Beaver.
Justin Chambers: And this match has become anarchy once again. I don't know about you, but I've lost track of who the legal men, er, people are.
The Phantasm wearily pulls Dustin up to his feet, hooks his head and arm for a suplex, then for added measure, hooks Beaver's leg as well.
Michael Stelzner: He's not doing what I think he's doing, is he?
Justin Chambers: Incoming!
Polar lifts the Beavs up in a Fisherman's suplex, then turns it into a brainbuster through the announce table, taking both men out of action. In the ring, the referee has the standard ten count going, and he's up to five. Blue manages to overcome the pain in her spine, and rolls under the bottom rope, into then back out of the ring to break the count. Though clearly quite sore, Bonnie bends down to pull Kyle up by the back of the head, and drives him face first into the steel ring post. She then swings him around, and launches him under the bottom rope. Blue quickly climbs up onto the apron, then springboards into the ring with a corkscrew senton onto Kemp. Bonnie hooks both legs as the ref slides into position.
Michael Stelzner: Sonic Screwdriver!
ONE!
Justin Chambers: Oh yeah, this one's over.
TWO!
Chris Morell: Such a travesty.
THREE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Michael Stelzner: And there you have it; after a hard-fought battle, the Guardians pulled off a victory that is surely the first of many.
Bonnie climbs out of the ring to help the Polar Phantasm to his feet, and the two enter the ring to have their hands raised in official victory while "Guardians of the Night" plays again. Kemp slips out of the ring to collect Beaver, and the two of them slink away to the back as the Guardians celebrate in the ring.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:22:16 GMT -6
Andre Holmes vs. Erin Fausse
Welcome back to Chicago, Illinois at UCI’s famous arena, the Warehouse. Streaming live on Youtube, and broadcasting on the local channels, the sold 1,000 crowd are very happy tonight to see the continuation of the UCI World Championship Tournament not to mention the inaugural crowning of UCI’s Television Champion. This match however has a lot of heat built into it between two competitors who aren’t afraid to see what they want. The cameras in the arena then display Heston Meeks dressed formally in a terrible cheap knock off of a White Tuxedo.
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is a Quarter Final Tournament Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!
Justin Chambers: Ladies, and gentlemen. Thank you for being with us so far for UCI: Overload. We’re now gracing into another Quarter Final Tournament Match with Erin Fausse facing off against Andre Holmes.
Michael Stelzner: I’m going to be excited for this one. They’ve been talking all kinds of crap on social media, and now they meet face to face for the first time.
Christopher Morrell: ...Meh.
Piano chords start playing a very popular, and classical melody before a woman’s voice sings out loud of “Ave Maria”. A spotlight emerges on stage, blanketing the rest of the stadium in complete darkness. Erin Fausse appears in the center of that spotlight wearing her white tank top, wrestling tights, and black boots to finish the look. She smirks to the crowd despite the thousand boo’s all pushing to her presence.
Christopher Morrell: And there she is! The one who’s gonna put Andre Holmes down, and shut him up because I’m tired of hearing that midget on social media.
Justin Chambers: Erin Fausse became very successful over Alex Richards, and Bonnie Blue. Andre’s gonna be looking to avenge his fallen friend but Erin has a goal in mind to shut him up after he disrespected her.
While walking down the entrance path, she does her best to avoid the fans stretching out their hands to touch her. She climbs the steel steps, and walks along the apron. Swinging her body through the ropes, she stands in front of the fans at ringside to give them the stank eye.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from Oskaloosa, Iowa! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing at 135 pounds, Erin Fausse!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Once her entrance music fades away, she leans back in one of the unoccupied corners. Her back leaned against the turnbuckles, eyes latched to the stage. The crowd is chanting Andre’s name, trying to throw her off. Focus set.
Crowd: ANDRE’S GONNA KILL YOU! ANDRE’S GONNA KILL YOU! ANDRE’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Christopher Morrell: I know Chicago is filled with idiots but these dumbasses have no home training at all.
Michael Stelzner : What do you expect? Andre Holmes is one of the favourites to win the match especially beating The Polar Phantasm, and Kyle Kemp in his first match at UCI.
The lights in The Warehouse immediately shut off as a guitar riff starts playing, and the titantrons on each side of the stage showing grey colored images of Andre Holmes warming up backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day blasts from the surround systems, and the production lights starts dancing while flickering quickly around the entire interior of the building.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre Holmes walks out to stand center stage with his black hoodie displaying the graphic design of the word “Relentless” in blood red coloring. He walks down to the ring, slapping some fans’ hands on the way to show his appreciation for their loyalty. Stopping midway in his walk, the lyrics “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up” signals for the cue of smoke to arise in single line fashion behind him as he makes his primal scream, and the lights brighten once again.
Heston Meeks: Introducing her opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
While he’s busy on the outside shaking a little kid’s hand, Erin rolls her eyes. Andre hops onto the apron, and then sprints to stand on the middle rope spreading his arms wide. A spotlight emerges on him with smoke rising from the corner pole to cast a foggy, and ghostly silhouette of his own body. Once the smoke ends, and the lights brighten up again, he hops over the top rope to the inside of the ring removing his hoodie.
Justin Chambers: Prepare for a very unique as a we have different styles clashing in an intergender match.
Andre stands in the opposing corner of Erin warming up. He tightens the straps on his MMA gloves, and throws a few Kickboxing combinations with Muay Thai knees. With Huston, and the music gone, it’s time to get this match underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Erin is calm, and relaxed while Andre is busy hyping himself up. More or less, he’s pretty much the one dead set on ending her career pretty well early, and the crowd isn’t helping Erin at all. She leaves her corner the same time as Andre does. Both competitors are circling. Andre side stepping, and showing his footwork due to his MMA training coming into the mix. Meeting together for the first time in the center, Erin backs off into the safety of the ropes but Andre pushes forward until the referee cuts him off.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Michael Stelzner: Erin already playing mind games but it’s obvious that she would get put down if she were to get in range with Andre.
Christopher Morrell: It's called strategizing. Andre wouldn’t hit a lady.
The referee shoves Andre back, and he quickly responds by pushing the referee out of the way only for Erin to dig her thumb into his right eye. He spins around, and focuses on recovering especially after being temporarily blinded. Erin charges forward, and nails him with a forearm into the back of his head that shoves him into the nearest corner. Continuing her assault, she has to keep him down in order to prevent any harsh damage coming to him so she keeps pounding away with forearms, and stomps.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Backing off, she holds her hands up with a slight smirk. Andre finally gets his vision back, and shakes his head. Stepping into him again, he explodes out of the corner, and slams her back against the turnbuckles. From then on, Erin’s feels nothing but right Roundhouse kicks into her chest over, and over again. Each hit stings more, and more but the referee quickly counts.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Having enough, he shoves Andre off again who demands him to stay out of it.
Justin Chambers: Erin Fausse may have bit off more than she could chew. Tonight, she’s dealing with a very dangerous man, Andre Holmes, who just lit her chest up with over ten Roundhouse kicks in a small moment.
Erin felt down on her knees, and regained her breath back. Her hair was quickly held tightly in his right hand as she was dragged away from the corner. Helping his opponent back up, he threw up a knee into her ribs that bent her over. Shoving her head under his armpit, Andrew threw her arm around his neck before snapping her over onto the canvas with a fast Snap Suplex.
Crowd: OH!
Andre rolls his body on top of hers for the pin attempt.
One!
T--
She kicks out, and he gets up to fix his black, and red striped wrestling tight. While also pulling up his right forearm sleeve, Erin tries to crawl away. Quickly taking her by the ankle, he drags her into the center of the ring before helping her onto her feet. Taking her right arm, he whips her enough. Erin runs back first into the turnbuckles but she drops onto her face, and starts screaming out loud as if something broke.
Christopher Morrell: Ref check it out! I think she’s hurt really bad. Nice job Andre, you got your wish.
Even the audience is concerned. The referee quickly comes to the aid of Erin who is yelling at the top of her lungs, rolling back and forth, and even holding onto the referee’s hand for comfort. Andre who is dead set on ending her marches in her direction but the referee halts him in his tracks. Both are arguing so badly that he turns his back to Erin who jumps off the canvas to Shoulder Barge the back of his knee.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Christopher Morrell: Hahahaha! Yes! Playing possum! I love it. Andre never saw it coming, and she has everything in her power to win the match.
Andre is on the mat pulling his right leg as close as he can. Erin walks around tapping her index finger on her temple with that slick smirk. She quickly returns to her opponent, and starts stomping away at his right leg that suffered a brutal Chop Block.
Andre Holmes: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
He falls down onto his back, clutching tightly on his right knee. Erin drags him by the ankle to the ropes before leaving the ring. Tieing his leg around a corner steel pole, she pulls back as hard as she can while the referee is counting on the outside. Letting go, she backs up with a wicked smile on her face.
Justin Chambers: The tides of the match have changed. Erin Fausse has used a distraction to attack the right leg of Andre Holmes, immobilizing the Thrust Kick, and most of his kicks.
Michael Stelzner: Erin couldn’t face him at a hundred percent so now she’s going the easy way-- oh my god, NO!
Erin has made enough space to charge at his right leg tied around the corner pole. She leaps into the air, and Dropkicks the hell out of it.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOH!
Andre quickly scurries away as he’s leg almost goes dead. He rolls back, and forth on the canvas holding onto it as much as he can; The pain coursing through it more, and more. Erin slides into the ring, and hooks up that injured leg for extra leverage on the pin attempt.
One!
Two!
He kicks out, and even that hurts him. She continues the onslaught. Placing his leg straight out, Erin barrages it with forearms, and Knee Drops on the targeted joint. Hell, she gets up, and turns her back to the leg. Leaping backwards off the mat standing, she lands a Standing Moonsault across the leg.
Justin Chambers: Standing Moonsault right on the targeted right leg of Andre Holmes!
Christopher Morrell: See, Erin is way more smarter than Andre. His anger got the best of him, and she used that to her advantage.
She hooks up the same leg again.
One!
Two!
He kicks out, and Erin is on her knees getting frustrated. If a pinfall won’t work, she quickly ties her body around his right leg, and twists down on the ankle adding more pressure on submitting him. Shaking back, and forth as he can’t deal with the pain increasing every seconds. Almost ripping hair from his scalp, and he tries to stretch to the ropes nearest to him.
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Michael Stelzner: Come on Andre, grab the ropes. You can make it, you’re stronger than her!
Christopher Morrell: Oh shut your mouth dick rider!
Andre quickly drags the combined weight of her attached to his right leg. Pulling every second, Erin is shaking her head at his fighting spirit. In the nick of time, he grabs the bottom rope with both hands, and the rope break is forced.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO!
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Erin rolls off the leg, and stands up to argue with the referee for a moment. She’s contemplating on what to do. Andre is using the top rope to pull himself back to his feet. Limping on his right leg, Erin comes into his presence to forearm him but he blocks it to nail right elbow across her cheek that stuns her. Falling back a few steps, she comes back to him only to get elbowed across the cheek again. This time, he holds her in place to bash her cheek further in with a flurry of elbow shots.
Michael Stelzner: Andre is destroying the face of ERIN!
She kicks him in that right leg again, and he collapses down onto his back clutching it. Erin leans back into the ropes while checking her right cheek that has a small cut under the eye. She snarls, and goes onto the apron to climb the turnbuckles reaching the top rope. Keeping balance, her eyes are locked onto his target. The right leg.
Christopher Morrell: That’s it Erin! End his career. He’s disrespected you for so much time, and now you can shut him up. Give him over to Jesus, send him to his Come To Jesus meeting now!
Leaping off the top rope, Andre springs up onto his left leg, and flips backwards in the air to Pele Kick in mid-air.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Erin lands on her back temporarily knocked out, and Andre is on his side struggling with his right leg. Since both competitors are down on the canvas, it’s mandatory that the referee has to count them both out for a no contest.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Crowd: LETS GO ANDRE! ERIN SUCKS! LETS GO ANDRE! ERIN SUCKS!
Justin Chambers: Andre Holmes swatted Erin Fausse out of the air with a sudden Pele Kick as she intended to drop all her weight, and break the right leg permanently.
Five!
Six!
Andre, and Erin start moving. Both of them manage to back up, and Andre slams his fists on the mat to unleash that crazy side of his. She charges into him only to get clotheslined into the canvas. Getting back up, she makes the same mistake, and get clotheslined down onto the mat yet again. Off standing, Andre Spinning Kicks her into the ribs with his left leg, almost staggering on the right. He uses that same left leg to soccer kick her shoulder standing up full posture.
Michael Stelzner: Come on, do it! You’re almost there to winning the match Andre. Don’t let your fans down kid!
Spinning on his left leg again, he quickly powers his right elbow into the head of Erin turning her around before hugging her from behind to lift her over, and plant her neck into the canvas with a German Suplex.
Justin Chambers: Textbook German Suplex by Andre Holmes, and he has the bridge for the pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Before the three, his right knee gave out. Andre sat up, and rubbed down on his right leg due to the pain coursing through it. Dragging himself over to the corner, Erin brought herself closer to the opposing corner. The referee was checking on Erin who started faking the cut was worse than it really wasn’t. While the referee was near her, Andre quickly put up the courage to charge across the ring as fast as he could to try, and Yakuza Kick her but instead Erin threw the referee in his way!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Christopher Morrell: ERIN TOSSED THE REFEREE IN THE WAY. ANDRE HAS YAKUZA KICKED THE REFEREE THANKS TO ERIN FAUSSE!
Andre backs up. He can’t even think about what happened. Bending down, he tries his best not to put much weight down on the leg. Instead, Erin runs across his face by slapping her knee against his chin putting him down face first on the canvas.
Christopher Morrell: “HAND OF GOD!” THE “HAND OF GOD!”
Justin Chambers: There’s no active authority. Erin doesn’t have a chance of securing the pin so what she will do?
While the referee is down, Erin leaves the ring, and marches over to the announce table. Picking up a steel chair, she folds it before sliding into the ring with it. Andre is holding onto his chin from the Knee Tremble, and Erin holds the chair tightly with both hands while he’s busy trying to fight against the pain.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Andre crawls onto his hands, and knees. Pushing up onto his feet, he manages to turn around only to receive a chair shot crashing against his head knocking him out completely.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Michael Stelzner: THAT CHEATING BITCH! SHE CRACKED A STEEL CHAIR OVER HIS OWN HEAD!
Andre is down in the center of the ring, and she hooks his hurt leg for the pin attempt while the referee is crawling to barely slam his hands on the mat.
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Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, and advancing through in the World Title Tournament, Erin Fausse!
Her entrance music plays while she leans onto Andre to whisper a message in her ear, “God forgives” as her lips say. Getting back onto her feet, victory is hers again. She is very happy with the work she’s done, and she leaves the ring. Stopping midway, she looks over her shoulder, and smirks before heading back.
Justin Chambers: Ladies, and gentlemen. Andre Holmes was smashed with a steel chair while the referee was down. Paramedics are on the way to help with his injuries if there’s any. We’ll be right back after these messages.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:22:58 GMT -6
TV Title Match: Hunter Updegraff Jr. vs. Asher Bradley vs. Alex Richards
Heston Meeks: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
Playa by D-Loc hits as Wentworth walks out onto the entrance ramp, finely tailored robe wrapped around his body. He is followed by a nameless, beautiful woman, whose only job is to look good next to Wentworth. He holds his hands out, presenting himself to the fans as he walks down the ramp, fans booing vigorously. He does a slow spin next to the ring, before walking up the steps. His nameless valet of the week removes his robe, revealing his chiseled figure to the crowd. He stretches out and makes his way to his corner as the music dies, and the valet stands outside, holding the robe.
Christopher Morrell: What a rich cunt. I love it, Maggel!
Michael Stelzner: All three of the men in this match made their way here by impressing in the first round of the world title tournament.
My Buddy by G-Unit plays on the speakers as the lights dim down and red spot lights begin to light up the arena. Asher walks out from the back with a leather jacket on his back. He raises his hand up to the ring in the form of a gun before running down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. He then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Asher fires his hand guns once again before crossing them against his chest and blowing them out. He then turns and sits indian style upon the top of the turnbuckle.
Justin Chambers: Another intriguing debut made last week with this man Asher Bradley last week.
Michael Stelzner: Agreed. The Hired Gun looks to be a promising prospect here in UCI!
The opening guitar solo to I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks plays then Alex Richards steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the bim with Zim-Quila in the other. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them. He wanders around ringside talking to fans for a few minutes killing time before finally entering the ring.
Christopher Morrell: These men are primed and ready to make history here as one of them will be the first person to hold gold in the entire company. Absolutely huge opportunity.
The bell rings as both men charge at Alex Richards, trying to even the playing field against the biggest of the three of them. Richards immediately takes them both out with a big double clothesline.
Justin Chambers: Richards lifting Updegraff out of the ring as he launches him over the top!
Michael Stelzner: Wentworth landing with a nasty thump there!
Bradley is now to his feet as he gets behind Richards, kicking at the back of the knee to try to level the giant of a man. Richards is staggered a bit by the onslaught of kicks, but manages to shove Bradley back, causing the smaller opponent to roll back before bouncing back up.
Christopher Morrell: Richards running at him!
Justin Chambers: Big splash in the corner!
Updegraff enters from behind, jumping on the back of Alex Richards and locking in a deep sleeper.
Michael Stelzner: That’s one way to take down the big man!
Christopher Morrell: Surprised Updegraff is even able to get a his hands locked under this fat bastard’s “chin”.
Justin Chambers: Richards struggling a bit.
Although quickly fading, Alex manages to pivot around and drive Wentworth against the same corner Bradley is sunk down in, sandwiching Updegraff between himself and Asher as the hold is barely broken up.
Richards backs up and runs at his opponents for another big splash, this time on both men.
Christopher Morrell: Updegraff dropping down and rolling out just in time!
Michael Stelzner: Asher Bradley pulling down that rope as we see Richards go flying out over the top!
Updegraff slides in and is met by a series of stomps to the head from Asher Bradley upon his re-entrance. He pulls Wentworth to his feet and locks in the headlock before pushing him against the ropes.
Justin Chambers: Shoulderblock from Bradley!
Christopher Morrell: and he bounces off for another shoulderblock to Updegraff!
Bradley drops down for the pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Bradley appears a bit frustrated as he continues his offense against Updegraff.
Michael Stelzner: Bradley leaps up!
Justin Chambers: Big knee drop from Bradley and another cover!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Christopher Morrell: It’s gonna take a bit more than that!
Michael Stelzner: Richards back in the ring!
Justin Chambers: Running senton landing all that weight right on top of both men!
As Richards drops on his opponents, the pile is quickly broken up as Wentworth manages to roll out and flop under the bottom rope. Richards drags Bradley back to the center before he can roll out himself.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Richards looks around as the crowd roars to life. He circles around the fallen Bradley. He pulls him to his feet.
Michael Stelzner: Final enlightenment!
Updegraff climbs up on the ring apron as Richards goes to knock him off with Spiked Samoan Punch, but Updegraff ducks it. Richards uses his veteran awareness to calculate the move and simply club Wentworth in the back, sending him back down off the apron and crouched on the outside.
Justin Chambers: Richards looking back and forth at both of his opponents now!
Christopher Morrell: He bounces off the ropes! What is Richards doing?!
Michael Stelzner: And Alex Richards diving through the ropes! My god! Big men aren’t supposed to move like that!
Justin Chambers: But this is Alex Richards, this man is not orthodox!
Michael Stelzner: Wentworth moving though!
Christopher Morrell: and Richards crashes through the announce table!
Justin Chambers: Holy shit! Asher Bradley launching himself over the top rope now with the big dive on Wentworth!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
After a bit of time, Bradley is the first to enter the ring followed closely behind by Updegraff.
Michael Stelzner: Asher sees Wentworth close behind and bounces off the ropes!
Christopher Morrell: CHECK CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! WENTWORTH COVERS!
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2!
3!!!!
DING DING DING!!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner and the new UCI Television Champion, WENTWORTH UPDEGRAFF!!
Wentworth smiles and thrusts his arms in the air momentarily. As the official goes to hand him his newly won gold, Updegraff snatches it away and hoists it high as Overload cuts to commercial.
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Post by Spencer Adams on May 29, 2016 23:24:13 GMT -6
Wade Moor vs. Crow McMorris
The scene fades into the Overload! arena, the crowd piled on top of each other like a can of sardines, their signs held up for the world to see.
Michael Stelzner: Here we go, time for the main event of the second edition of UCI's Overload!
Christopher Morrell: Kind of a sod of a main event, isn't it? A tub of goo versus a dead guy. Only way the fat guy loses is if he runs out of breath on his way to the arena.
Justin Chambers: Why do they pay you again, Chris?
Christopher Morrell: A litany of reasons, my friend.
Michael Stelzner: Anyways, the main event of the evening is between two men, who to say they have history would be a bit of an understatement. Their past is shrouded in mystery, but the men were childhood friends...or foes, depending on which one you ask.
Christopher Morrell: The only way we'll have a clear winner is of one of them takes a dive...from a fifty foot scaffold!
Chris slaps his knee while Michael and Justin shake their heads dissaprovingly...just as the lights in the arena dim and the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Heston Meeks: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, standing at 6' 2'' and weighing 280 lbs….WAAAADE BROSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides in the ring lightning quick, and slithers towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and places it on the turnbuckle. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
Michael Stelzner: Wade looks calm, and focused on the match at hand. He showed why he was still a force to be reckoned with last week when he beat not one, but two rising UCI stars in Lyndon Diehl and Chance Von Crank. He's looking to add his greatest nemesis Scarecrow to that list of men he defeats on the way to the UCI World Championship.
Christopher Morrell: Looks like he's trying to add a few pounds as well.
Justin Chambers: Suck a fat one, Chris. Wade looks to be in great shape tonight.
Christopher Morrell: Yeah, like a flat tire.
Justin/Michael: Sheesh.
The house lights die. The sound of cawing crows now echo throughout the arena as deep purple spotlights dance across the faces of screaming, attentive fans. As the ear splitting sound of the flock reaching it's crescendo. There's a moment of silence before “Another Body Murdered”, by Faith No More and the Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E kicks in.
The relentless beat snarls while a lone purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a Infinity-tron of breakneck imagery; Kick! Wham! Cuttah! The unworthy falling victim before the might of the Murdah Musheen. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories as the Scarecrow finally emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by smoke and light with only that luminous purple and black skull bandana visible.
Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his taped right hand and steps forward, only now gaining depth and detail as he begins his focused procession down the steel ramp. We realize now that "El Fantasma" is wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "El Fantasma", are emblazoned across the back in purple.
Heston Meeks: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds! Back from dah dead! He is...DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, CROW McMORHISSSS!
The spotlight above follows CMAC at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle, eager to dissect some poor hapless bastard within.
Eventually (after Crow is satisfied that his mind games are complete) dat dayum Z-Saiyan saunters over the top rope and enters the ring, removing his hoodie and bandana and throwing them at a ring hand...but Wade jumps on Crow before he can finish his entrance and the crowd hisses in anger!
Michael Stelzner: Wasting no time tonight! This match is off!
Wade grabs Crow by the throat and shoves him into the turnbuckle, jamming his knee into the hip of the Murder Machine before lifting him and throwing him into the center of the ring! Crow hits the mat, rolls to his feet lightning quick, and charges Wade with a heavy lariat that shifts Wade's brian waves a smidgen to the right. A quick gut kick and a swift uppercut knock The Leviathan into the turnbuckle, where Crow starts pounding him with carefully selected lefts and rights to a nice crowd pop!
Justin Chambers: Crow moving like a cobra inside the ring, ready to strike venom into Wade!
Wade blocks a hard right from Crow, grabs his head, and smashes his forehead directly into Crow's teeth! A bloody lip later, Wade is hammering Crow into a painful lump and the two move towards the center of the ring! Crow moves his head as Wade winds up a mean left hook and whiffs it! Crow grabs The Leviathan around the throat and lifts him!
Michael Stelzner: CROWBREAKER!...
Justin Chambers: But Wade escapes!...
Christopher Morrell: INTO THE UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!...
Justin Chambers: But Crow wriggles free!
Crow whips around and goes for a gut kick, but Wade catches his foot, drops back a few foot falls, and brings his hammer like elbow down on the disjointed knee. Crow falls to the ground, holding his leg in agony as Wade delivers the stiffest boot shot to the skull of Crow, knocking him down to the mat! Wade rolls over for a pinfall.
One...
Tw....
Justin Chambers: Crow with the quick shoulder up!
Wade lifts Crow to his feet and plugs him into the ropes, bring chop after chop down onto the exposed chest of Scarecrow. Wade delivers a stiff punch to the already bleeding mouth of Crow, who starts seeing stars. Wade walks to the center of the ring, smiles, and launches a nuclear crossbody in Crow's direction..,but Crow sidesteps and The Leviathan launches to the apron, barely catching himself on the ropes and standing his ground. As Wade regains balance, Crow grabs a hold of his head and drops him throat first into the top rope. Wade bounces and hits back first on the arena floor to a huge "OOOOOooooooh" from the hot crowd.
Michael Stelzner: I think this crowd will onpy be satisfied if one of them kills the other!
Christopher Morrell: That's why we're here, right?!
Crow rolls under the bottom rope as Wade starts to regain his footing, but Crow grabs Wade by the head and bounces him off the ring post. He doesn't give him any time to regain his composure as he delivers a fee swift boots to Wade's ribs and chest. He picks him up and whips him into the apron, a rocked Wade bounces back and Crow drops him with a neckbreaker to the floor!
Justin Chambers: The crowd is absolutely lapping up this violence!
Michael Stelzner: Sickening!
Christopher Morrell: I love it MAGGLE!!!
Crow lifts Wade to his feet and tosses him into the ring, crawling in after him and hooking his leg for the pinfall.
One...
Two...
Michael Stelzner: Shoulder up from Wade!
Justin Chambers: I thought that was it!
Crow slaps the mat as he lifts Wade to his feet and whips him off the ropes...but Wade plants his foot and whips Crow instead. As Crow bounds back, Wade catches him with that crossbody he owed him, knocking him to the mat with ring shattering force! Wade slaps the mat as he gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and then jumps back first on top of Crow's sternum! Crow gasps for air, but Wade doesn't give him the opportunity! He lands a few kicks to the ribs of Crow, pulls him to his feet, and then jams him up with a short arm clothesline that knocks whatever wind was left in his lungs into the ether! The crowd boos as Wade eats it up, dropping down and hooking his leg for the pin.
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Two...
Michael Stelzner: Another shoulder up from Crow!
Justin Chambers: You have to respect these two mens ability to take this level of punishment and keep on fighting! What a match! What a main event!
Wade whips Crow up by his hair and delivers a few hammy punches to the face of Crow, bouncing hos head off the mat with the last one. He climbs to the second post of the turnbuckle and launches off with a splash that rocks the world...but Crow rolls away at the last second and it's Wade's turn to gasp for air! Crow struggles getting to his feet, nursing his leg amd ribs heavily, but also shaking off the effects of the hammer fists. He gets on wobbly feet and launches a kick to the head of Wade, but Wade dips at the last second and Crow loses footing. Ad he whips around, Wade catches him with a gut kick and lifts him up.
Michael Stelzner: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!
Justin Chambers: He hits it!
Wade hooks Crow's leg for the pinfall.
One...
Two...
Three...
Michael Stelzner: ...NO! Crow gets the shoulder up at the last second!
Justin Chambers: Talk about a close call!
Christopher Morrell: Just give up! Live to fight another day!
Wade, enraged, lifts Crow to his feet and pulls him in for another Unleash The Leviathan...but a desperate Crow wriggles free and spins Wade around! He nails a gut kick...
Michael Stelzner: MURDER OF CROWS!!!
Justin Chambers: HOLY SHIT! He hits it!
Wade hits the mat and Crow rolls over for the pinfall.
One...
Two...
Michael Stelzner: We have a winner!...
Three...
Justin Chambers: OH MY GOD WADE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Christopher Morrell: WHAT? HOW?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Crow pulls his hair behind his head, his face in shock. He stamps his foot on the ground as he lifts Wade to his feet and goes for another Murder of Crows!...but Wade catches his leg and instead hits Crow with a hard right forearm to the face. Crow stumbles backwards, bounces off the ropes, and plugs Wade with a hard right forearm as well. Wade shakes it off and bounces his forearm off Crow's face again. Crow back at it with a forearm of his own. Wade again! Then Crow! Then Wade! Then Crow! Then Wade! Then Crow! Then Wade! Then Crow! A steady stream of blood rockets from Crow's eyelid as Wade's cheek begins to drip. They continue pounding on each other with forearms, refusing to go down for tge other. Each ones face is a bloody, scarred mess as each man stands on wobbly feet. Crow comes at Wade with one last mean forearm and knocks him into the turnbuckle. Crow cocks his thick and charges Wade with some kind of HIGH-anus finisher thieving Crowseidon Punch...but Wade moves and Crow bounces chest first off the turnbuckle!
Michael Stelzner: That could have been it!
Wade lifts Crow up and drops him face first into the turnbuckle with that
Justim Chambers: THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND JOINT!!!
Crow's eyelid starts gushing as Wade rolls him up from behind.
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Two...
Three...
Michael Stelzner: NOMYGODCROWGOTOUTAGAINHOWTHEHELL?!?!?!
Christopher Morrell: This is insanity, this is madness...
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Justin Chambers: This IS awesome!
Wade is pulling his hair, absolutely seething that he didn't finish Crow. He lifts him to his feet and swings a hard lariat at Crow...but Crow ducks. Wade turns around and the two shove each other, jockeying for position…
Michael Stelzner: Wade leaps into the air for the Broseidon Punch!
Justin Chambers: MURDER OF CROWS! MURDER OF CROWS! HE GOT HIM!
Christopher Morrell: Both men absolutely broken as Crow just barely swings that arm over Wade for the pin!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
Michael Stelzner: That’s all she wrote! Crow McMorris getting a long awaited taste of revenge of a bitter rival here tonight!
Justin Chambers: Something tells me this isn’t the last battle that we’ll see between these two!
Christopher: Of course it isn’t. Crow didn’t even attempt a pinfall there! All he could do was get a limp arm up for the three seconds it took to pick up a win in this one!
Michael Stelzner: I feel I speak for everyone when I say that this has been a hell of a fight!
Crow sits up with blood running down his face, breathing heavily as Overload fades to black.
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