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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:10:17 GMT -6
Shaun O’Shay vs. Diamond Rose vs. Red Dragon
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome once again, everyone, to the go home edition of Overload ! Next week we are heading into Meltdown! But first, we have a monster of a card.
Sebastian Reid: Monster of a card, more like monster of a match. Red Dragon is here and Oh, MY God is he – IT – whatever – a frightening beast!
Jimmy: It's Red dragon and fellow member of Eclipse taking on Shaun O’Shay but it’s a triple threat match so there's no rules and no allies.
Wavedigger: There's always allies in matches. This is a dangerous situation for Shaun O’Shay, no matter how you look at it.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Around his waist is the SAW heavyweight title and on his right, shoulder is the PWI heavyweight title. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he takes the titles off putting them in the corner before leaning against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponent.
Jimmy: Could you image Red Dragon and Oblivion in a room together or even a match?
Wavedigger: I would pay all the money to see that fight. And I – I have a lot of money.
Bad Girl by Avril Lavigne Ft Marilyn Manson blasts over the pa systems as strobe lights go off and then Diamond Rose Walks out from the back and then taunts the fans by dancing around like a demonic clown. She screams and rage as she walks down the ramp scaring little girls and boys while walking down. She then slides into the ring and in the middle of the crawls over to the ropes . She then jumps on the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd with demonic taunts before pulling out a balloon blowing it up and then makes a balloon snake tossing it into the crowd before spitting a red mist out of her face. She jumps down and then awaits the start of the bout.
Reid: And here is Diamond Rose. Beautiful but crazy. Wow.
Boom by POD hits the audio system, and the fans begin booing. Fire balls shoot from the sides of the stage. We then see Shaun O'Shay walk out on stage wearing his robe. Following out is his bottom bitch Styrafoam. He does his signature pose, arms out like Jesus causing the fans to boo loudly. Styrafoam follows as O'Shay is strutting his way down the ramp, all the while trash talking the fans. Shaun holds Styrafoam back at he stares down Dragon and Rose. Shaun goes to the apron and starts looking around for a weapon.
Wavedigger: And Shaun finds what he’s looking for; the great equalizer.
Jimmy: Shaun with a chair, trying to even the odds.
Shaun slides into the ring with the chair as the bell rings but by then, Eclipse are already on him.
DING DING
Eclipse stomp away at Shaun but Shaun the brawler fights his way to his feet and fends them off momentarily. He gut shots Diamond Rose and cracks Dragon over the head. Shaun hits the ropes and finishes off Rose and swings again at Dragon. Dragon ducks and comes back with a clothesline from hell. Dragon picks up Shaun and whips him into the turnbuckle.
Jimmy: DRAGON-STEINER!
Dragon picks up Shaun again and whips him into the adjacent turnbuckle but Shaun collapses. Dragon picks up the chair and goes to the corner he was just in, climbing the turnbuckle…
Reid: He’s not. No way.
Wavedigger: That’s nearly thirty feet across..
WHAM!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy: Van F**cking Dragon-nator.
Reid: And it's not over guys… look what Diamond has..
Wavedigger: A barbwire baseball bat.
Rose gets into the ring as Dragon picks up Shaun and holds him up with his arms behind his back.
Jimmy: Diamond Rose unloading with that baseball bat. A shot to the gut and a shot to the head. Shaun is busted open before spitting red mist into the eyes of Shaun.
Reid: And Dragon with a tiger suplex.
Wavedigger: Diamond going up to the turn buckle..
WHAM!
Jimmy: Demonic Plague !
The pin..
1..
2..
3..
DING DING
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen.. The winner of this match… Diamond… Rose!
Potential by Ludovico Technique hits the PA system as the team of Eclipse stands strong over the broken body of Shaun O’Shay. Rose picks up the baseball bat as the team leaves the ring. They walk up the ramp looking down at Shaun. The camera fades with Rose licking the blood off the barbed wire bat. |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:11:42 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:13:14 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Karlie Nash vs. Matt Angel vs. M.A.X
Jimmy Garcia: We have a match coming up that’s absolutely going to rock! We have the newcomer, Matt Angel taking on another new comer, MAX and UCI vet Karlie Nash.
Wavedigger: Now this is bullshit. MAX is a robot, honest to goodness Robot. He’s a trash can with a mouth that cries. Its terrible.
Reid: But Karlie Nash is facing off against them and I have confidence in her.
"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system, Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised he walks down the ramp way high-fiving the fans. He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.
Jimmy: Can Matt Angel make an impact tonight and come away with a victory?
The sound of a siren echoes over the arena, accompanied by an authoritative voice urging everyone to evacuate the area because of a scheduled “live weapons test”. All of this is promptly ignored and drowned out by the crowd as they cheer and jeer the tall, pale figure of Max, striding towards the ring through yellow, flashing strobe lights and a matching, toxic-yellow smoke.
Wavedigger: Stupid trash can. I swear to God, this is my old Roomba.
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down and stretches in her corner.
Reid: Karlie Nash, the cougar hunter.. one of the most underrated stars in UCI. Tonight, she is going to make a statement.
DING DING
Karlie Nash immediately rolls out of the ring, being the ring veteran, she allows MAX and Angel start things off and weaken each other. Angel the parkour expert starts things off by running at MAX, leapfrogging him and mule kicking him in the process. Angel lands on the top rope and spring boards off of it and connects with a ddt. Angel gets to his feet and starts clapping as the fans clap and chant.
Crowd: Let's go ANGEL!
MAX sits right up, showing no signs of damage.
Angel looks surprised but unloads with stiff kicks. MAX withstands the blows as he gets up and swats Angel away. Angel rebounds off the ropes but MAX turns and boots Angel out of the ring.
Wavedigger: And here comes Nash with a chop block to the knee of my vacuum cleaner.
Reid: Nash with rabbit punches to the back of MAX's head.
Wavedigger: The rule breaker, getting her licks in.
Jimmy: Here comes Angel with a spring board…
WHAM!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit!
Jimmy: Mama Mia! I don’t what that was. Some sort of corkscrew headscissors / ddt combo to both Nash and MAX.
Angel pins MAX.
1..
2..
Reid: Whoa! MAX pressing Angel off of him.
Jimmy: But Angel lands like a cat into a standing moonsault.
Wavedigger: And Nash with a running knee smash to Angel.
MAX gets to his feet and head butts Nash who stumbles into the corner. MAX unloads with stiff strikes, a mix of fluid and mechanical strikes. Nash doesn’t go down easy as she kicks MAX belt the belt and flips him into the corner and connects with shoulder strikes. Max picks Nash up for a powerbomb but Nash slides out of it and kicks MAX right in the head. Max falls to a knee and bows his head.
Reid: Did he turn off? I think she turned him off.
Wavedigger: Oh no, my warranty.
Angel slides back into the ring, turning Nash around and connecting with a Twist of Fate.
Jimmy: The prophecy ends.
The pin.
1..
2…
3…
NOO!!!
Wavedigger: Nash kicks out!
Angel picks up Nash but she battles back and whips him into the ropes but MAX is in the way. Angel runs at max and leaps off of him, looking to connect with a spin kick to nash but nash ducks..
Reid: Clothesline from hell!
The pin..
1…
2..
3…
NOOOO!!!
Angel kicks out!
Nash picks up angel and tries to kick him but he counters with a dragon screw. Angel hit the ropes and springboards off with a lionsault.
Jimmy: Nash counters with a roll up.
the pin.
1..
2..
Angel kicks out. Angel crawls the turnbuckle and gets to his feet as Nash charges..
wham!
Jimmy: Superkick!
Nash stumbles away and rests up against MAX. Angel charges Nash but Nash counters with an Olympic slam that lands right on MAX. Angel holds his back in pain as he rolls out of the ring. Nash follows him as she grabs him by the neck ad and starts beating his chest.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 … 10!
Wavedigger: Nash with a neck breaker!
Angel falls to the outside, stumbling away, holding his neck. Nash comes off with an axe handle but Angel slides under Nash and connects with a pele kick. Angel gets back in the ring, belt over and holding his head.
Jimmy: Guys, MAX just got to his feet. Angel doesn’t know…
Reid: Angel watch out!
WHAM!
Wavedigger: Toasters Revenge.
Jimmy: Sven's Revenge.
Wavedigger: It's my blender, I’ll name its moves.
the pin.
1..
Nash gets to her feet.
2..
Wavedigger: Nash slides into the ring, can she beat the count..
3…
Jimmy: The ref calls for the bell.
Wavedigger: Did she do it? Did Nash get the break up?
Reid: I think Max got the pinfall.. Nash was that close to getting the break up.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of this match… MAX!
Jimmy: An impressive match by Matt Angel with great moves and Nash really controlling the ring, even shutting MAX down. However, it's no ones fault that MAX came online just in time to claim the victory.
Reid: It was a great match, Nash showed that she is growing as an aggressive ring general.
Wavedigger: But my toaster got in there and showed the world that you don’t mess with Gravediggers appliance cabinet. HAHA! Well done! |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:13:58 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:15:32 GMT -6
Dylan Wade vs. Cheyenne vs. Logan Burgess
We come back from commercial and cut to the ring where Cheyenne and Dylan Wade are standing in opposite corners and stretching out.
Jimmy Garcia: Triple threat action here in a moment with some intriguing prospects among the UCI locker room set to wage war!
Kid Ink’s “Now it’s personal” hits the PA as we see Logan Burgess emerge from the crowd. He makes his way down the steps, ignoring the arms reaching out around him. Burgess soon approaches the barricade which he presses off of and leaps over into the ringside area before sliding into the ring and staring down the opposition as he removes his jacket and slides his bat to the outside.
Sebastian Reid: Interesting presence here from this man!
Gravedigger: Why toss the baseball bat outside though? Why not just kill everyone right now? It’s a triple threat for crying out loud!
Jimmy Garcia: What we do know is one of these three has a shot at some really solid momentum going into Meltdown next week!
DING DING DING!!
Sebastian Reid: Cheyenne with some big chops to Dylan Wade!
The crowd drops “woos” as Dylan grabs at his chest while Cheyenne bounces off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Black Hole Slam from Dylan Wade!
Wade pops back to his feet and turns his attention towards a spectating Logan Burgess.
Jimmy Garcia: Wade charging in!
Sebastian Reid: NIGHT OVER! BIG RAIN TRIGGER THERE FROM BURGESS!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Looogan Burgess!!!
Gravedigger: Quick win in surprising fashion by this young man tonight. |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:18:27 GMT -6
L Verez segment
As the crowd awaits the next match up, the titantron shows L Verez heading into the arena, the camera man talking to her while they press through the ruckus crowd outside, L interacting with them in the process.
L Verez: Greetings and salutations, UCI Universe! The femalien has arrived!
The cameraman interrupts her.
Vincent Walker: We're a bit late L, can we please be quick?
L Verez: You worry too much, Vinny. But sure, let's get to the arena.
L makes her way into the backstage area, the Milwaukee crowd cheering for their Universal Protector.
Jimmy Garcia: Here she comes! The newest member of the Guardians!
Sebastian Reid: She's going to be teaming up with Alex Richards later tonight to face two members of the newest faction in UCI, Kaden Vossk and Devin Copeland of the Eclipse.
Gravedigger: I hope the Eclipse tear those two apart. I was starting to tolerate that Star Trek bitch until she joined The Guardians. They're old news now. It's time for some new factions. Give me the Eclipse! Give me the Society. Anything but the Guardians again.
Sebastian Reid: Well, we still don't know where the Guardians stand after what happened at Overload last week. Though, I have a feeling we're going to find out tonight.
As L and her cameraman make their way to L’s locker room, they get stopped by an interviewer. The crowd pops once they figure out which interviewer it is.
Gravedigger: As if this couldn't get any worse...
FPV: L Verez. Do you have a moment to discuss what happened last week on Overload?
L Verez: Frank Venable. Still deciding whether to be an interviewer or a wrestler? You've shown no interest in me until I joined The Guardians, who are led by Bonnie Blue. How do I know you're not just using me to gain intel on her? After all, your attempt at taking the World Championship from her at SummerMania failed…
FPV: Please, L. I'm an honest man. It pains me to know that you would think I, of all people, would have any ulterior motives. I was going to ask about your reaction to Andre Holmes turning on the Guardians, as well as your thoughts on your failed attempt at becoming number one contender for Calvin Harris’ Intercontinental Championship.
Vincent Walker: Can we please speed this up a bit, guys?
L Verez: Relax, Vinny… Don't insult me, Frank. You aren't the first one to tease me about my lack of wins. I'm going to turn that around though. Just you wait. As for Andre… I don't know what's going on in his head, but the Guardians are going to fix it.
FPV: What exactly does that mea--
L Verez: We're done here, Venable.
They stare each other down for a bit, until…
*CLANK*
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my! It looks like L’s cameraman just went down!
Sebastian Reid: Can we get another camera man down there, so we can see what's going on?
The camera angle changes to show Vince and his attacker.
Jimmy Garcia: It's the Cougar Hunter! Karlie Nash!
Gravedigger: Finally, this is getting interesting! Where's my popcorn?
L goes after Karlie Nash, only for them to be separated by FPV.
FPV: C’mon you two. Let's be rational about this. You both have a match tonight.
*BANG!*
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god! Karlie just sucker punched FPV! Now she's running off, before she could fall victim to the interviewer's deadly superkick!
Karlie Nash: See ya, discount Gamora!
FPV quickly recovers and picks up Vincent Walker. He turns to a fuming L Verez.
FPV: I got him. Go kick her ass, before I do.
L Verez storms off after Karlie Nash. Security also in pursuit.
Gravedigger: Now this is the type of shit I like! Cat fight incoming!
The crowd pops hard as Karlie runs to the stage, constantly looking behind her. L Verez quickly catches up to her. The brawl begins.
Jimmy Garcia: And here we go! Both women going to blows at each other!
Gravedigger: Not for long though. Here comes the cavalry!
The fight makes it's way to ringside before security catches up to them. L Verez not having it.
*BANG*
Jimmy Garcia: BICYCLE SUPERKICK TO THE SECURITY! THEY START FALLING DOWN LIKE DOMINOES!
*POW!*
Gravedigger: Clothesline from Hell to L Verez right as it turns around! Now she's stomping a mud hole through the discount Gamora!
More security make their way to ringside and grab Karlie Nash. L Verez recovers from the onslaught.
*BAM*
Jimmy Garcia: BIG BANG! L VEREZ HIT THE BIG BANG ON KARLIE NASH! THE SECURITY GOES DOWN WITH HER!
The security grab Karlie Nash before she can get up. L quickly goes into the ring and grabs a mic before security can get to her.
L Verez: Spencer Adams! I know you're back there! Let's finish this! I don't need a title match! I don't need a number one contendership! I want Karlie Nash! This spoiled gallon of milk is going to meet her Celestial Descent once and for all!!!
Karlie Nash tries to break out of security, but there's too many of them at this point.
Crowd: Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!
Karlie Nash: Be careful what you wish for, you little Star Trek bitch!
Spencer Adams finally makes his way to the stage, mic in hand.
Spencer Adams: YOU TWO WANNA FIGHT!?
The crowd pops while L gets revved up and Karlie continues to attempt to break out of security.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
L Verez: Make it happen Spence.
Spencer Adams paces a bit before holding the mic back up.
Spencer Adams: FINE! You guys get your match at Meltdown! In a last woman standing match! But on one condition!
Karlie Nash finally breaks out of security and gets in Spencer's face. She grabs his mic.
Karlie Nash: I don't care what the fuck the condition is! You just signed that space freak’s death warrant! I hope you're happy with that.
Spencer Adams snatches the mic away from Nash.
Spencer Adams: Disrespect me again, and not only will I cancel this match, but I'll suspend your ass! And if you two lay even a finger on each other at any point before or after your match is done with, I'll suspend both your asses!
Karlie Nash stares down at Spencer Adams.
Spencer Adams: Leave, before I make you leave!
Karlie gives Spencer Adams the death stare before heading backstage.
Jimmy Garcia: Big news from the owner! We have ourselves a grudge match!
Gravedigger: If Karlie Nash loses to that freak, I quit life.
Tetris by DJ Dahi hits the PA system as L celebrates with the UCI crowd. The image fades as the commercials start. |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:18:54 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:20:39 GMT -6
Vincent Pryde vs. El Payaso Loco
JIMMY GARCIA: Welcome back folks. This business gives its share of second chances.
GRAVEDIGGER: Bull shi—
GARCIA: These competitors are both looking for a comeback.
The lights flicker off and “System” by Korn starts to play and as the beat kicks up, strobes of red and white flicker back and forth. Vincent walks out with his black hair slicked back, he wears his black shades, a black and white jacket, a black choker necklace with a vial of blood hanging from it, Black trunks with white slash marks on the front on either side of his crotch, Pryde written between the slash marks in white lettering with a red outline, a white vampire skull on the back with red blood splatter marks. Pryde also wears black arm sleeves (Hardy esque with the holes), and black boots/kick pads/knee pads that go thigh high.
LORDE: This match is scheduled for one fall! On his way to ring, hailing from Leinster, Ireland, Vincent Pryde!
Pryde carries his black cane in a cocky fashion as he blows off the fans who are booing him. In the ring Pryde stands in the middle of the ring and he holds his cane with hands in front of him as he grins showing his fangs subtly to the fans. Pryde takes in the hate for a second before backing to his corner to await his opponent.
GRAVEDIGGER: I can’t stand vampires.
REID: Like him or not, Pryde needs a win tonight.
GARCIA: You got that right. He’ll have stiff competition tonight.
GRAVEDIGGER: Not touching that one.
The opening riff of "Let's Go" hits the PA as the lights lower. Red, white and green spotlights flicker around the entrance ramp, falling onto one central space.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, from the mysterious Rabbit Hole, El Payyyyaso… Looooo - coooooo!
At that point, they focus upwards as Payaso Loco descends from the rafters on a cord of some form, landing safely on the ground. He detaches himself from the cord, making a beeline for the ring and jumping from the floor, over the top rope and into the ring. He flies up to the nearest turnbuckle, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the fans.
GARCIA: Loco's looking to rebound here as well. Especially with Meltdown around the corner. Both fighters need a win.
REID: Really bad.
Vincent Pryde steeples his fingers at the opposite Turnbuckle as Ryan Jackson brings them together. He checks Pryde’s gear whom throws his dress cane under the ropes. Quick on feet, Loco races right at the bell and delivers a monkey flip. Pryde lands safe, only to roll into a cradling crucifix pin.
1…
2…
3 – Pryde throws his opponent into a quick roll.
GARCIA: That was close! And he’s mad now—charging Payaso Loco into the corner. What a chop!
REID: Everyone heard that one.
Loco grabs his chest while Pryde hisses, displaying his canines. He takes an arm and throws a hard Irish whip into the opposite corner. Loco kicks off the pads, that lifestyle vampire hot in pursuit, into a diving cross body.
GARCIA: Vincent Pryde caught him—he’s on Pryde’s shoulders. Teasing that devastating DDT drop. He rolls into a fireman’s carry. Not what I was expecting. Hooking the leg!
1…
2…
GARCIA: A classic move for the Irish kings of the ring. Such a rich history.
REID: Homage or not, you can’t get cocky this early.
GARCIA: Absolutely, he’ll need more than that to finish off a high-strung spirit like Loco. Hard stomps now working over both legs—and the fans aren’t happy.
Ryan Jackson pulls Pryde back.
GRAVEDIGGER: Taking out the legs. Gotta slow that bug down.
Pryde looking for a suplex clutch. Loco reverses into a catapulting hurricanrana—tossing his opponent chest first into the turnbuckle. From a big head start, he leaps and hits a vicious forearm to the back of Pryde’s neck.
The vampire stumbles backwards.
GARCIA: Loco has the arm. First! Second! Third!—going airborne with a rolling arm drag. He just hit those ropes like a jackrabbit… Pryde felt that one.
REID: We’ve seen this before.
A superkick hits Pryde supine. Loco dives for the cover.
1…
2…
GARCIA: Ooh... just got the shoulder free.
REID: We said it before, Jimmy. These guys need a win. And they’ll do anything to get it.
GARCIA: Loco looks stunned. He thought he had that last one. What’s he doing now? Can’t that man stay on the ground.
GRAVEDIGGER: Pryde’s not bigger or stronger, but he’s got a little guy’s temper.
GARCIA: I wouldn’t know. Loco, now on the ropes like an acrobat, tiptoeing towards Pryde.
Vincent licks the blood from his lip after nasty superkick. He seems to enjoy the taste, before noticing Loco in wait on the opposite rope. He goads the assault. Fans egg it on further—until Payaso springs for what seems a like a tornado DDT with an extra, theatric spin.
Pryde reverse their movement--Loco goes flying.
GARCIA: Pryde just turned that DDT into a T-bone suplex. Both men look worse for wear as they crawl to their original corners. You have to wonder if the 10 is coming folks.
The vampire savant gets up first and hits a charging knee. Mid-kicks reel him back. A brawl ensues with Loco throwing stylish uppercuts—Pryde answers each with crossing elbows. Pryde then hits three in a row, stunning their lucha hero. He winds back for a discus style elbow. Waiting elicits louder boos.
REID: Nice dodge!
GARCIA: Loco hitting the ropes. Pryde ducks a hopping flash. Here comes Loco on the second pass—oh what a knee!
GRAVEDIGGER: Right there with the kitchen sink. Maybe he’ll finish it this time.
REID: Loco still has some tricks.
GRAVEDIGGER: Yeah, like some parkour lunatic.
El Payaso crawls away. The Irishman leaps into action, locking in a cloverleaf. He elevates making it impossible to grab the ropes.
GARCIA: He wants those ropes. Any chance he breaks free? That Gothic Cross is not letting go. And Pryde delights in the punishment. I think he's laughing...
REID: He’s trying, Jimmy. But Pryde keeps stepping back to the center.
Payaso swipes at the back of his opponent’s legs. A few strikes loosen the grip but only for seconds. He then takes to slapping the mat, riling the crowd into rhythmic claps.
*Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*
GARCIA: Loco pushing himself up. Pryde can’t believe it. Breaking free--goodness, he just flung the Irishman like a lawn dart.
REID: Padding doesn’t help. Hitting the ropes like that always hurts.
GARCIA: Here he comes! Golpe de la Marrrrri-posa!
Loco springs off the ropes with a sideways kick. It cracks all the way up to the cheap seats. Pryde stumbles onto his chest; the deliverer falls flat off a gimping leg. Vincent Pryde climbs to his feet while buttressed by the turnbuckle. Loco stands first, starting another chant:
Lo… Co… Lo… Co… Lo… Co…
GARCIA: The charge and a rising uppercut. Pryde looks finished here. What’s he going for?
GRAVEDIGGER: Maybe the finish—it’s about time.
Working to the top rope, Loco signals for one more chant. Fans power him into a leaping backflip with Pryde held on for the ride…
GARCIA: Pryde reversed it!
Instead of landing with the moonsaulting slam, as planned, Pryde switched momentum and landed an inverted DDT drop. He scrambles for a loose cover.
1…
2…
3 – Payaso just gets the shoulder up!
GARCIA: What will it take to put him down?
REID: I don’t know. He best find it and quick.
Pryde slumps while pulling his opponent to his feet. A wrenching headlock keeps Loco in place. He nails two heavy knees. Flailing arms punch back, making him wince. A third stymies but Loco returns another volley.
JD: Four – now five! I think he’s got control now… Jesus--he just planted El Payaso!
Pryde finishes his mini-combo with a spiking DDT, from which Loco adds the exclamation point when flipping over his arms. He follows into a quick, sloppy cover.
1…
2…
3!
TAYLOR LORDE: And your winner… Vincent Pryyyde!
GARCIA: Absolutely brutal.
REID: A win is a win, Jimmy. When you're down, you’ll take anything that comes your way.
GARCIA: Vincent Pryde just put himself in good position for Meltdown. Up next, we have more aspiring talent. Stay tuned for more Overload… |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:21:15 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:22:25 GMT -6
Avery Miles III vs. Bolas de Arana
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
The guitar riffs of "Feel Invincible" by Skillet and the lights go out and a blue spread light aims at the entrance. Bolas de Arana walks out to the roar of the crowd. He strikes a Michael Jackson pose, pointing out to the crowd as blue flames erupt behind him. Bolas stands straight, his focus becoming much more serious as he walks to the ring. His smile grows and that tongue sneaks out as Bolas slides into the ring, posing in the middle of the ring, the "Sexy Bear Skin Rug" Pose. Bolas stands and walks to the corner, pacing like a caged animal.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas just recently coming off an amazing showing against Bonnie and FPV at Summermania, looking for some redemption here against a man that a lot of people have been buzzing about!
Sebastian Reid: That’s right. AM3 set to debut tonight in what is seen as a HUGE signing for UCI!
I'll follow you out of the dark.
I tried my way but I keep falling apart!
“Falling Apart” plays over the arena as the lights come down. “AM3” slowly appears in green on a black background as the crowd begins to rise.
All that I see, is the wickedness around me.
I refuse to believe, the apocalypse inside of me.
I can't even trust myself.
I'm burning in my skin.
Standing at the gates of hell, but nobody will let me in.
I'll follow you out of the dark.
I tried my way but I keep falling apart!
I'll follow you, with all of my heart.
I'm tired of my ways cause I keep falling and falling apart!
Avery comes out from behind the entrance wearing a black T-Shirt with “AM3” in green. He has a pair of black pants with “MILES” written on the right leg. He looks at the crowd as he points to his right to a crowd of cheers. He points to his left to a crowd of cheers. He pulls his arms in and runs down the entrance ramp and slides in head first.
Gravedigger: Big name from elsewhere trying their hand in UCI, always an intriguing thing to watch.
Jimmy Garcia: Neither man seems to be looking to waste any time getting into this one, they’re ready to get things started!
DING DING DING!!
Crowd: Let’s go Bolas! AM3! Let’s go Bolas! AM3!
Sebastian Reid: Crowd hot for this, both Bolas and Miles circling, trying to scout the other for an opening.
Gravedigger: Miles finds it, shooting for the midsection and driving some knees home.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas rolling over though, sunset flip pin here!
1!
KICKOUT!
Miles pushes back to his feet as Bolas is sat down in the middle of the ring.
Sebastian Reid: Stiff kick to the head from Miles!
Gravedigger: A quick pin by AM3 this time.
1!
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Both men with the early efforts to end things! Miles pulling Bolas up now!
Bolas fires back with a few big strikes to the midsection and a couple of hard chops to the chest before leaping up and wrapping the legs around Miles’ head.
Sebastian Reid: Hurricanrana from Bolas and Miles flies right into the ropes.
Bolas bounces back, jumping and trying to land “balls first” on the back of the head/neck area of AM3.
Gravedigger: Avery out of the way.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas stumbling through the ropes there!
1!
AM3 pushes to his feet and runs off the ropes himself before stopping as Bolas looks up at him shaking his head from the outside.
2!
3!
Sebastian Reid: Bolas maybe reminding AM3 about that rehabbed knee, probably not wise to take major risks straight away.
Miles grins a bit as he holds onto the ropes, Bolas inviting him to bring it.
4!
Gravedigger: Miles sliding under, looking to trade jabs with the masked star perhaps.f
5!
Jimmy Garcia: Quick brawling sequence here, big blows back and forth between both men!
6!
7!
Sebastian Reid: Spinning chop from AM3!
8!
Gravedigger: Bolas fires back with the spinning kick, right on the bad knee!
Miles flinches but both men back off a bit, looking at each other and then at the ring as the count reaches-
9!
Jimmy Garcia: Both competitors smart to slide back in, just narrowly avoiding the double count out!
Sebastian Reid: AM3 off the ropes like a speeding bullet now!
Gravedigger: Bolas leaping up.
Jimmy Garcia: HE’S DEAD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Sebastian Reid: Bolas with the leaping roundhouse and AM3 goes down!
Bolas looks a bit stunned but quickly rushes for the pin on the downed Avery Miles.
1!
2!
3-
NOOO!
Gravedigger: How do you survive that?!
Jimmy Garcia: AM3 redefining resiliency tonight!
Bolas sits up shocked at the nearfall, but shakes his head back and forth vigorously as he takes to the top with determination in his eyes.
Sebastian Reid: Bolas looking to fly here!
Arana claps in unison with the crowd, motioning for the wounded AM3 to get to his feet.
Gravedigger: AM3 understandably slow in getting up, still shakey as he tries to gain footing.
Jimmy Garcia: Bolas leaps, headbutt attempt on Miles!
Sebastian Reid: NO! Miles with the neckbreaker counter!
Gravedigger: Great awareness to duck under and grab the head like that, pin from Miles now!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Now it’s Avery Miles getting the nearfall, some big moves from both men tonight!
Miles goes to pull Bolas back up, but Arana is quick to shift around and lock his hands over the face.
Sebastian Reid: NIGHTMARE LOCK! NIGHTMARE LOCK FROM ARANA! MILES MAY HAVE TO TAP HERE!
Miles screams out in pain, trying to drag himself to the ropes for the break.
Gravedigger: Bolas trying to pull him back to the center.
As Bolas goes to reposition, Avery pushes upward and to his feet with Bolas still clinging to the crossface.
Jimmy Garcia: Run back first into the turnbuckle by Avery Miles, Bolas shoving him off though!
Avery turns around as Bolas pounces at him.
Sebastian Reid: Miles catches him!
Gravedigger: AMT! IT’S OVER!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Avery Miles III!
Jimmy Garcia: Fantastic performance by both men and a great debut win for AM3!
Miles is helped to his feet, his hand raised in victory to a big applause from those in attendance.
Sebastian Reid: This spells big things for AM3 with a lot of potential to make continue making waves in UCI! |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:23:55 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:26:03 GMT -6
Mustache segment
“Turbo Lover” by Judas Priest plays.
Sebastian Reid: Just think, after the Hell in a Cell match this Sunday at Meltdown, we will never have to hear this song again.
Gravedigger: I know. It scares me, too.
The song keeps playing but no one is coming out.
Sebastian Reid: Really? Does Mama Mustache need to take this long?
Gravedigger: Hey, she’s in her 60s. Give her a break!
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t know, ‘Digger. This is taking an unusually long time, even for her.
Suddenly, Mama Mustache’s face pops up on screen with Tinder Maballs' big brown hands massaging her shoulders.
Gravedigger: Oh, thank goodness. She’s okay!
Sebastian Reid: Wow. Big tough lady is so scared of Spencer after what happened last week that she didn’t even have the backbone to show up at the arena tonight.
Mama Mustache: Alright, cut the fuckin’ music. Now before I say anything, I know what ya all are thinkin’. I ain’t fuckin’ scared of Spencer, even though he trapped me in the corner and threatened to use a steel chair on me if I didn’t agree to his terms for our match this Sunday. Does he really think I’m afraid of a Hell in a Cell match? My whole gawd damn life’s been a Hell in a Cell match, except the hell was my family and the cell was my gawd damn house that I had to run while my husband was awf wrestling 300 nights a year. And let me tell you something, I came out on top in the end. Who wears the pants in my family now? ME. My husband and my two gawd damn sons do whateva the fuck I tell them to do. I’m a fuckin’ survivor and I don’t stop until I win and it’s gonna be the same with the Hell in a Cell match this Sunday. I’m gonna beat Spencer’s ass just like I did to my own kids when they disrespected me. And aftuh that, I’m takin’ that Gawd Damn World Title shawt I’m gonna run this house called United Championship Infinite!
The crowd boos.
Mama Mustache: Now listen, there’s only two reasons I’m not in Milwaukee tonight. The first is becawse Milwaukee sucks. I got roofied by the entire starting lineup of the ‘82 Brewers the night before Game One of the World Series and let me tell you, most of the time I wouldn’t mind that shit; but the next morning I woke up and there were shards of Louisville Slugger up my pussy and in my asshole. If ya gonna take advantage of me, at least have the courtesy of cleaning me up a little when ya done! I couldn’t fuck for a week!
Sebastian Reid: Too bad it wasn’t for the rest of her life.
Mama Mustache:. The second reason I’m not there is becawse I had important Mama Mustache Menage a Trois, Incorporated business to take care of.
She winces.
Mama Mustache: Jesus, Tinduh, take it easy. Ya know I love the way ya hands work but sometime ya get a little too into it. Ease up. You can get a little rough with me latuh.
Tinder Maballs: I’m sorry, Mrs. Mustache. Whatever you wish.
Papa Stache hobbles into view with his walker, the result of a Quarantine by Spencer Adams a few weeks prior.
Papa Stache: Oh, hey, are we on TV, brother?
Mama Mustache: Not you, ya piece a shit! This is my time! Get outta the fuckin’ way!
She pushes Papa Stache out of the way.
Papa Stache: Aah!
He falls to the floor.
Papa Stache [meekly]: Ursula. My hip. I think I re-injured it.
Mama Mustache: Oh, shut up. Ya fine.
Papa Stache groans.
Mama Mustache: Anyway, even though I couldn’t be there, I still wanted the opportunity to introduce my gawd damn sons and their opponents for this next Gang Bang title match. So without any further adieu, allow me to introduce to you, those UTI GAWD DAMN GANG BANG CHAMPIONS, MY BOYS, BIFF AND BUFF, THE SUPER STACHE BROTHERS!
“A.D.I.D.A.S.” plays as the Super Stache Brothers strut out from behind the curtain. Their uncle, Ulysses Nabrow, in his ref shirt, is accompanying them. All three men look up at the big screen and blow kisses to Mama Mustache. She pretends to catch the kisses and put them down her shirt.
Sebastian Reid: I don’t think these people have ever heard the word “shame” once in their lives.
The Stache Brothers and Ulysses enter the ring. Biff and Buff climb the ropes and pose with their titles.
Mama Mustache: And now, let me introduce to you their opponents and my two newest clients…
“Supremacy” by Muse interrupts her and out walks Spencer Adams. The crowd cheers.
Gravedigger: It wasn’t bad enough he threatened her last week, but now he has the audacity to interrupt her?! Poor showing, Spencer, poor showing!
He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.
Mama Mustache: Who the fuck do ya think ya are interruptin’ me?!
Spencer Adams: Well, I’m Spencer Adams and I own UCI.
She glares at Spencer through the screen.
Spencer Adams: And being the owner means that I when I come to this ring, it’s to conduct business. So here’s the business I’m here to conduct. Even though I know the next two guys to come out from behind that curtain are two schlubs you picked for the specific purpose of losing to your boys, I’m going to make this a sanctioned non-title match. And if your sons lose this match, they are going to defend their TAG TEAM titles…
The crowd cheers.
Spencer: ...against a team of MY choosing this Sunday at Meltdown, not some team you picked up from a VFW hall in East Bumblefuck, New York.
Mama Mustache starts to laugh.
Mama Mustache: So let me get this straight. You are sanctioning this match but it’s a non-title match? And they have to beat two of my clients so they won’t have to defend the titles this Sunday? Is this a joke?
Spencer Adams: No, I’m dead serious.
Mama Mustache laughs a bit more and wipes the tears from her eyes.
Mama Mustache: Um, okay, Spencer. If this is what you want, ya fuckin’ dumbass. Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to intradouche the two newest members of Mama Mustache Menage a Trois, Incorporated, Ass and Smush, Penetration!
Penetration’s theme music plays while the two men in S&M outfits walk to the ring.
Here comes the Ass
Here comes the Smusher
They’re Penetration
Fat bottom pushers
Anal destruction is their middle name
Sebastian Reid: What kind of fucked up theme song is this?
Ass and Smush enter the ring and rip off their masks. They stick their tongues out, making the cunalingus hand gesture.
Jimmy Garcia: Gross.
The music ends. Biff and Buff laugh at the two opponents standing across the ring from them. Ulysses Nabrow is about to call for the bell to start the match when Spencer stops him.
Spencer: Hold on there, partner. You see, since this is a sanctioned match, and you are not a UCI sanctioned official, I’m afraid I can’t allow you to referee this match.
The crowd cheers. Mama goes berserk.
Mama Mustache: WHAT! ARE YA FUCKIN’ KIDDIN’ ME! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! HE REFEREES ALL MY SONS’ MATCHES! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK…
Spencer Adams: You know, she is really going to be a distraction during this match. Can we cut her audio, please?
Mama Mustache: YOU CAN’T---
Her audio goes dead. All anybody can see is her screaming. Ulysses gets in Spencer’s face.
Ulysses Nabrow: Now you listen here, bro! My sista, the sexiest woman in the world, put me in charge of refereein’ my nephews’ gawd damn match, so ya betta rethink ya decision or ya gonna have a big problem wit’ me!
Spencer is amused.
Spencer Adams: How about YOU listen, “bro”? I’ve already dropped you on your ass twice, so why don’t YOU rethink YOUR decision to get in MY face or I’ll make it a third time.
Ulysses think about his next move. He decides to meekly step out of the ring.
Spencer Adams: Good choice. Now, let me introduce the official for this match-up.
Spencer unbuttons his shirt and reveals a ref’s shirt. The crowd cheers.
Spencer Adams: ME!
Biff and Buff stomp up and down. Mama can be seen yelling something on the screen.
Spencer Adams: Mr. Timekeeper, ring the bell!
The bell rings. Buff and Ass go to their corners, leaving Biff and Smush to start the match. Biff immediately races out of the corner and hits a bicycle kick to Smush’s face. Biff struts around the ring tauntingly and tags in Buff. Buff headlocks Biff and both men run towards Smush, hitting him in the ass with a battering ram.
Gravedigger: They call that the Tongue Punch in the Fart Box!
Sebastian Reid: Good lord.
Biff leaves the ring and Buff locks in the Buff’s Stuff figure four leg lock. Smush immediately taps but Spencer turns around and starts yelling at Ulysses, who’s imploring Spencer to turn around. The crowd cheers Spencer’s actions.
Gravedigger: Hey! What the hell is this?! Ulysses didn’t do anything wrong!
Biff walks over to Spencer but Spencer begins ordering him to get back to his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like the Super Stache Brothers are getting a little bit of their own medicine.
On the screen, Mama can be seen yelling and freaking out.
Buff gets fed up and releases the submission hold. He gets in Spencer’s face and they begin arguing. While this is going on, Smush crawls to his corner and tags in Ass. The crowd cheers the hot tag. Buff runs at Ass but gets clotheslined. Biff runs in gets body slammed. Smush runs in. He and Ass send Buff off the ropes and throw him into the air with a back body drop. They send Biff off the ropes and hit a double back elbow followed by a double elbow drop.
Jimmy Garcia: Penetration may actually have a chance here!
Gravedigger: Look at this blatant double teaming! And Spencer Adams is doing nothing to stop it!
Sebastian Reid: I love it!
Smush brings Buff to the corner and drapes him across his knee. Ass climbs to the second rope and hits a diving elbow drop on Buff.
Jimmy Garcia: I believe that’s called the Penetration Palpitation!
Ass covers and Spencer begins to count.
1…
2…
Biff breaks up the cover. Smush goes to attack him but Biff kicks him in the gut and throws him to the outside. Biff gets Ass to his feet and hits a Russian leg sweep. Biff spins his finger in the air.
Gravedigger: This is more like it! The Super Stache Brothers are going to end this right now. So much for the Cinderella story that is Penetration!
Buff lifts Ass in the air and drops him face first right into Buff’s knees.
Jimmy Garcia: MUSTACHE DRIVER! I hate to say it, but that’s got to be it!
Buff covers. Spencer slowly gets to the mat and counts.
1…
2…
Spencer stops, grabs his arm, and winces like he’s in pain. The crowd goes wild.
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me?!
Sebastian Reid: What? He’s got a cramp.
Gravedigger: Oh, come on!
Sebastian Reid: Why are you so frustrated, Digger?
Gravedigger: Frustrated?! Frustrated isn’t even the goddamn word for it! This is BULLSHIT!!!
Buff and Biff begin yelling in Spencer’s face while he smiles smugly. Ulysses gets up on the apron and starts yelling, too. Spencer turns around and decks him. Ulysses falls to the floor. The crowd loves it. Spencer turns around. The Stache Brothers go to double clothesline him. He ducks, turns around, and hits the brothers with a Double Quarantine.
Jimmy Garcia: WHOA!
Spencer drags Ass on top of Buff and counts. The crowd counts along.
1…
2…
3…
Penetration’s music plays.
Gravedigger: NO NO NO NO NO! This is an injustice!!! This can’t stand!!!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this contest, Penetration!
Jimmy Garcia: What an upset! What a moment!
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me?! This was a sham!
Sebastian Reid gives a standing ovation.
Gravedigger: You’re proud of this?!
Sebastian Reid: You’re damn straight I am!
Penetration hug in the aisle and make their way to the back. Their music stops playing.
Spencer grabs the microphone and addresses the Super Stache Brothers, who are still lying on the mat, holding their heads in pain.
Spencer Adams: Alright, now for the fun part.
Gravedigger: You’re telling me he hasn’t had enough fun?!
Spencer Adams: I’ve heard that the Mustache Family likes to refer to itself as the Nude World Organs, so I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be cool if the poster for Meltdown read “UCI Tag Team Championship Match: Super Stache Brothers of the NWO vs….ZMAC and Kaz of the ZWO!”
The crowd cheers.
Sebastian Reid: Now that’s a tag team title match, not this bullshit we’ve had to watch all these weeks!
Mama can be seen on the screen going ballistic.
Spencer Adams: Oh, I think Ursula has something she wants to say. Let’s turn her audio back on.
The audio turns back on midway through her rant.
Mama Mustache: ...CAWCKSUCKIN’ MOTHAFUCKIN’ CUM CATCHIN’ PIECE A SHIT ASSHOLE DICKHEAD FUCKFACE!!!
Spencer Adams: Whoa, whoa, Ursula, I know I use salty language sometimes, but you are taking it a little bit too far.
Mama Mustache: TOO FAR?! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TOO FAR IS! I SWEAR TO GAWD YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THE DAY YOU EVA FUCKED WITH ME AND MY GAWD DAMN FAMILY! WE ARE GOIN’ TO SKULL FUCK YOU UNTIL FUCKIN’ ARMAGEDDON, I SWEAR TO FUCKIN’ GAWD!!!
Spencer Adams: Oh, trust me, Ursula, I know all about Armageddon. I’ve been planning your family’s Armageddon ever since the moment you put my mother in the hospital, and this Sunday, Armageddon is coming for your sons AND for you.
Spencer’s tone changes from jovial to grave.
Spencer Adams: You see, this is where the fun ends. This is the point where I get serious and tell you that you’ve done no favors for your sons by putting them up against all this bogus competition for the past seven weeks because now, they only have seven days to get ready to face one of the most decorated tag team wrestlers in history and a coked fueled monster with no conscience and no humanity. I’m not saying your sons can’t win, but I would suggest you say a prayer for them before they step in this ring on Sunday.
He points at the screen.
Spencer Adams: And as for you, I fully intend to mutilate you inside Hell in a Cell. I’m going to break your brittle bones. I’m going to make you taste your own blood. I’m going to shred your skin. You think all the gang bangs you’ve been through were painful? The pain you’re going to feel this Sunday is going to be unlike any pain you’ve ever felt before or any pain you’ll ever feel after. And when it’s all said and done, you’ll be glad to be banned from UCI because you’ll never want to show your face in public again. And you will lose the one thing that you’ve been craving your whole life, the one thing you chased when you were trying to bed rock stars and wrestlers, the one thing your husband never gave you while he was out on the road winning world titles and banging ring rats, the one thing you’ve been trying to hog ever since your god forsaken family entered my fucking company: attention. No one will ever pay attention to Ursula Mustache again. And THAT will be worse than not getting a World Title shot. THAT will kill you inside. THAT will be your downfall. THAT will be your eternal punishment. And if anybody DOES ever speak your name again, it will only be to talk about the night that “The Antidote” Spencer Adams kicked...your...ass.
Spencer drops the mic. The crowd cheers and “Supremacy” plays. Mama and Spencer stare at each other menacingly through the screen. The camera zooms in on Spencer’s intense eyes and then fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:27:29 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:29:09 GMT -6
Shadowlove vs. Joe Smarts vs. Sah’ta Thor
Jimmy Garcia: Our next bout will be a triple threat match.
Sebastian Reid: It features three of our top competitors.
Gravedigger: Boy, are you guys trying to sell this match!!
Jimmy Garcia: It's what we do!! Our jobs?!
Gravedigger: Pfftt!! Whatever!!
The opening riff to "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before an almost demonic looking Sah'ta Thor. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. After a moment of standing at the top of the ramp , he starts towards the ring with a purposeful stride.
Taylor Lorde: Coming down to the ring, from Parts Unknown... Weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds... The Raging Storm Sah'ta Thor!!
Getting to the ring, he looks at his foe for the night with a look that promises impending. After a moment he pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents much like a caged animal as he waits for the starting bell.
Gravedigger: Sah'ta Thor looks impressive and both Joe Smarts along with Shadowlove better be on their A game.
Jimmy Garcia: Sah'ta Thor should be the one who be on guard!! I saw Shadowlove earlier, he looked...
Gravedigger: Handsome?!
Jimmy Garcia: No... Well, yea. But, backstage he looked pissed!!
The opening beats of 'Catgroove' plays throughout the arena as the crowd goes silent. As the music continues, a faint voice echoes around the arena. The only words that are understandable are
'Dams it, the mic is toos quiet.'
Then a deafening voice can be heard over the arena saying
'HERE COME... OH FUCKS, IT TOOS LOUD!!!'
Finally, as the final part of the opening beats of Catgroove plays, a reasonably loud microphone can be heard throughout the arena.
'Here come the World Smartsest Man, Captain Bruddahhood, JOE SMAAAAAARTS!!!!
Then the crowd realises that Joe fiddled with the mic volume, and they cheer out loud when he struts out on stage, doing a Scotty 2 Hotty dance down, I suppose, as the main part of Catgroove plays.
Taylor Lorde: Arriving to the ring... Hailing from Smartstopia, weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds... He is Joe Smarts!!
Joe climbs up the steps, and falls over the ropes into the ring. He then taps his head, as he fails to try and display his 'intelligence'.
Gravedigger: Talk about your class act athlete.
Jimmy Garcia: That wasn't called for!!
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The First Couple of Professional Wrestling" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The First Couple of Professional Wrestling" make their way to the squared circle.
Taylor Lorde: Coming down the aisle, accompanying with... Ms. Miyamoto, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... This is The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove!!
Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers and raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face, hiding her incandescent green eyes, with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "'The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of his name.” shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand in an on guard, very protective, ever vigilant attack formation behind Ms. Miyamoto outside the squared-circle.
[DING-DING!!]
Jimmy Garcia: This triple threat match is underway.
Sebastian Reid: Rules are simple. Pins or submissions.
All three competitors are looking at one another, sizing each other up.
Gravedigger: All three charge at one another!!
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Sah'ta Thor just nailed Joe Smarts with a roundhouse kick!!
Joe Smarts spins around which gives Shadow love the opportunity to grab his opposition...
WHOOSH-THUD!!
Sebastian Reid: Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!
Gravedigger: Quick pin cover!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TW- NOOOOO!!
Gravedigger: The Raging Storm breaks up the pin!!
Sah'ta Thor grabs Joe Smarts, throws him into the ropes, Smarts bounces off the ropes...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Sah'ta Thor connects with a running high knee!! A pinning attempt!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOO!!!
Sebastian Reid: Shadowlove pulls Sah'ta Thor off!!
The Raging Storm quickly stands up...
WHAM!!! Thor pushes Shadowlove
WHAM!! Shadowlove pushes back on Sah'ta Thor!!
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Gravedigger: Tornado DDT on Sah'ta Thor!!
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Superkick on Shadowlove!! Pin opportunity!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!
KICKOUT!!
Sah'ta Thor runs up behind Joe Smarts...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Sebastian Reid: Russian Leg Sweep!!
Thor runs to the nearest corner....
WHOOSH-WHAM-THUD-CRASH!!
Gravedigger: THAT'S HOW YOU DO THAT!!
Jimmy Garcia: Do what?!
Gravedigger: Handle your business!!
Shadowlove pushes Sah'ta Thor off the top turnbuckle, leaves the ring.
Sebastian Reid : Looks like those two are going to continue the match outside the ring
Jimmy Garcia: Joe Smarts is following suit. He too it exiting the ring...
But not in an orderly fashion.
WHOOSH-WHAM!!!
Gravedigger: Joe Smarts... Crazy sum bitch!! Collided with both Sah'ta Thor AND Shadowlove with a swanton bomb!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
All three competitors slowly get up. Joe gets up first, but...
WHAM!!!.... WHOOSH-WHAM!!!
Sebastian Reid: Shadowlove caught Joe Smarts with an Up-Yours elbow smash. Then he followed that with a belly to belly suplex!!
The Handsome Half-breed gets spun around...
WHOOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!!
Shadowlove gets thrown into the ring steps. Joe, on the ring apron, runs and flies off the ring apron, connecting with Sah'ta Thor with a flying forearm.
Jimmy Garcia: This action is picking up!!
Joe walks over to Thor... Who reverses the situation and hits him with an atomic drop. He follows up that with a crucifix powerbomb. Out of nowhere Shadowlove collides with Sah'ta Thor and they collide with Jimmy Garcia and Sebastian Reid, barely missing Gravedigger.
BANG!!-WHAM!!-CRASH!!
Jimmy Garcia: OW!! WHAT THE HELL?!
Sebastian Reid: What the Hell hit us?!
Gravedigger: What the Hell?! You no Good... You lousy sons of a... I outta beat your assess!!
Shadowlove and Sah'ta Thor continue to fight, as they begin to stand near the commentary table. Joe Smart is perched on the top turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: HEY!! WHAT THE HELL?!
Sah'ta Thor and Shadowlove completely ignore everyone as they fight and scrap tooth and nail pin the commentary table. Once Joe spots his opportunity....
WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMO-BOOM!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Gravedigger: Joe Smarts just killed Sah'ta Thor and Shadowlove!! No one is moving....
Sebastian Reid: Joe feeling it after that one, trying to drag Shadow back up to his feet and get him in the ring for the win!
Joe does his best to roll Shadowlove inside and hops up onto the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: Miyamoto yanks him off the apron though! Sick thud!
Miyamoto shoots a devilish grin as she slides Joe back in and joins the two before pulling Shadow to his feet and pointing down at the fallen smarts.
Gravedigger: Shadowlove pulling Joe up now.
Sebastian Reid: DARK GIFT DDT!
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DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Shadowlove! |
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Post by Results on Aug 21, 2017 23:30:06 GMT -6
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