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Post by Results on Sept 5, 2017 23:53:22 GMT -6
Opening segment
We open to a tight packed arena in Shanghai as fans chant “UCI” in unison.
Sebastian Reid: Welcome to Overload here in Shanghai, China! Tonight we’ve got-
Supremacy by muse hits the speakers as Spencer Adams purposefully walks down the ramp to the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: The boss doesn't look happy, he's got that look on his face.
Gravedigger: What, the fuck you i'm going to kill something face?
Jimmy Garcia: That's the one. Mrs Garcia uses it on me all the time.
Spencer doesn't even get to the ring before he’s on the mic.
Spencer Adams: Cut the music.
He rolls into the ring, pacing up and down as he processes his thoughts before speaking.
Spencer Adams: So, imagine my utter surprise (he says that sarcastically and uses imaginary quotes) when Sam Kidsgrove, the Hollywood bad boy, the guy who had turned over a new leaf and was ready to be a professional was caught doing stupid shit? Imagine my utter shock when, instead of owning up to it he covered it up. I mean man, that's ballsy. Seriously ballsy.
Spencer holds up some paper
Spencer Adams: Especially as in his contract he has a clause that says he needs to be a professional, or he's done. So, Kidsgrove, get your ass out here right now. I got shit to do tonight.
Sam’s music hits and the crowd go wild as the man of a thousand faces enters the arena.
Jimmy Garcia: Here he comes digger!
Gravedigger: Yeah but I think he forgot something
Jimmy Garcia: Indeed, he's mysteriously not brought the title belt with him Digger.
Gravedigger: He's up to no good, all Hollywood types are. I smell a trap. ABORT SPENCE ABORT!
Jimmy Garcia: Behave yourself!
Sam gets into the ring after about 10 minutes of autograph signing, teasing getting into the ring before going to another side and signing even more and at one point taking a selfie back at the top of the ramp. This is giving the desired outcome of making Spence mad. No sooner than Kidsgrove was in the ring his music is cut and Spencer gets on the mic.
Spencer Adams: Where is the belt?
Sam Kidsgrove: Don't worry boss, it's in a safe place.
Spencer Adams: Well go and fucking unsafe it then, I need you to have it right now.
Sam Kidsgrove: Why?
Spencer Adams: You know why.
Sam shrugs
Spencer Adams: Fine, you want the charge sheet? You assaulted someone, you were in a vicious illegal pit fighting league, you paid a judge to take your name off an official record and had a fight with two actors on a movie set before leaving the movie, one that I gave you permission to be in by the way. Don't you know how much trouble you cause me? Don't you remember when I said you need to be a professional? Can you even remember the clause you had in your contract that specifically states if you bring this company into disrepute you're finished?
Spence is waving around the contract like a madman in Sam’s face. Before Sam can answer though, “I need a hero” hits and the two Gents hit the ring.
Spencer Adams: What do you pair want?
Jenson: Well, as your General Entertainment and New Talent Specialists, we feel that you are making a big mistake.
Teo: Big, huge even.
Jenson: Before you jump to some crazy decision, like I dunno, firing Sam, think about it. He is an A list celebrity, he is proven, he's tough and talented, do you really want to lose him?
Teo: Plus he's the InterContinental champion.
Jenson: That too! You don't wanna lose another champion when you just got him. It's Calvin Harris all over again!
Teo: Without the sick dance tunes.
Spencer Adams: Enough, you two. You convinced me to sign this loser in the first place and all he's done is cause trouble. I told you it wasn't a good idea then, and he's proven himself to be a fucking liability. As for the title? Well I'm ok with stripping someone of it if I need to. I've done it before and I'll do it again, so.
Sam Kidsgrove puts his hand up and coughs, a polite cough to let people know he's there.
Sam Kidsgrove: Well, it’s not that simple. You see, I'm one of those weird Hollywood types who have ridiculous contracts.
Spencer Adams: What? The contract is watertight. If I decide you're causing too many issues you're fired.
Sam Kidsgrove: Aha, that's not exactly, what I'm talking about. You see, you can fire me, you can suspend me, you can do whatever you want to me. However, the title. Well. That's mine.
The crowd take a collective breath as this news hits home Spence take a few moments to process it.
Spencer Adams: What?
Sam Kidsgrove: Well, now I'm a champion, as per my contract, I own the title, the belt and everything that comes with it unless I am defeated. In short, you can't strip me of it for any reason, including firing me. This is why I left my property at a safe place, theft of valuable items happens a lot around here I noticed.
Oooooooooooooooooooooo exclaims the crowd. Spence doesn't like the barb.
Spencer Adams: Look here punk, I don't know who stole your fuckin’ book, alright. We've spoken about this. I don't take kindly to people making those sorts of accusations.
Sam Kidsgrove: OK, I'm sorry. I went too far. Let's get your mom out here so she can fight your corner for you.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooo the crowd again at this burn.
Spencer Adams: What's your problem? I gave you a chance and this is how you repay me? Hell you were even negotiating with New Blood Wrestling when you knew you were in trouble!
Sam Kidsgrove: The gents gave me a chance, they've told me that you've been wanting me out since day 1, I should ask what is your problem with me!?
Spencer shoots a glare at the gents, who look uncomfortable in the corner. He looks angry for a moment, then turns to Sam.
Spencer Adams: I see, if that's your game. I'm not playing it. You're fired. Let's get security out here!
Security aren't fast enough as Sam explodes at Spencer with a Box Office, Jenson and Teo have no time to react as the crowd goes wild. Sam quickly slides out of the ring and jumps the barrier into the crowd. When he gets to the top of the lower bowl he’s met by his agent, Lars, who hands him his title. Sam poses with the title while the Chinese crowd go absolutely nuts as he leaves through the main arena entrance into the night.
Jimmy Garcia: Sam Kidsgrove is fired and he still keeps the title! Now he's on the run in China? What sort of craziness is this?
Gravedigger: I dunno Jimmy. Those gents though, they got a lot of hurt coming their way. Spencer is livid! |
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Post by Results on Sept 5, 2017 23:55:12 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:03:22 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Matt Angel vs. Logan Burgess
Logan Burgess and Matt Angel occupy opposite corners. Lights flash as Angel’s theme, “I Will Show You” by Ashes to New, fades into crowd noise. Taylor Lorde descends to her seat near the timekeeper, pulling referee Ryan Jackson into the center. He calls for the bell.
Garcia: And we’re off in Shanghai. Logan has the early advantage with a headlock. Angel breaks free and hits the ropes. Logan floors him with a strong shoulder thrust. He walked right into that one.
Gravedigger: He'll tell him it was door tomorrow.
Reid: Logan has the experience to win. We know he comes from an MMA background, which should be a key to victory.
Gravedigger: He also isn’t here to amuse you. Logan is another of those destroyer types.
A few stomps have Matt Angel slow to his feet. He rises but backs right into a suplex clutch.
Garcia: That must be the experience at play. A hard German suplex—two—he’s rolling into a third… and the bridge!
1…
2…
Garcia: Angel slips out in time.
Reid: Angel has had a hard going as of late, but he might show the heart to finish this one. He had a different look about him tonight. Unlike what I’ve seen in weeks. You can see it in a man's eyes.
Gravedigger: Eye of the Tiger... gime me a break.
Reid: Don’t worry, I’m sure Logan could turn a few tricks for you too--
Garcia: Burgess looking to inflict more damage. He’s gathering for a tiger suplex!
Gravedigger: Get it right, dumbass. That's a dragon suplex.
Angel resists the lift once, then twice. Logan braces but loses his footing to a wiggling Matt Angel, who then counters with a snapmare. He follows right into a side headlock. Logan, unfazed, reaches for the nearest rope and grabs it.
Garcia: A quick break for the greenhorn, but that was an expert-level counter on his part.
Reid: Not super effective. But hey, it’ll keep them down.
Garcia: Both men locking up again. Hard knees lower Angel’s defense, leaving him victim to a quick hip toss. Logan chasing with big elbows. Angel is down again with a helpless block. Ryan Jackson leaps in to separate them.
Gravedigger: Guys like Burgess don’t care if you block or not. They keep swinging until you’re down. He’s going to wipe that kid’s dumb smirk clean off.
Ref: Get up kid! Come on, Angel! Get up!
Garcia: More taunting from Burgess. Getting in the head of the young talent.
Reid: The veteran approach to another all-or-nothing rookie.
Burgess slaps Angel in the back of the head to raining boos. He does it again and smirks, then offering Gladiator-esque arms to the crowd.
Burgess: Yeah, I hate you too!
He then plants Matt Angel with a queen suplex and bridges it clean…
1…
2…
Garcia: Another close one. Burgess jawing with the fans now. Could this end up costing him?
Reid: Yes, but only if Angel can muster a comeback. He looks in bad shape.
Gravedigger: He should just roll outside and leave. He’s outclassed and outmatched.
Garcia: Angel on the ropes but winded. Logan paying no attention with a back to the ropes. Now in pursuit—Angel leaps back and hits a soaring dropkick. Both men up and Burgess eats a second. Will he go for a hat trick? Wow! Angel finishes with a grounding clothesline. He can finally take control after enduring so much from Burgess.
Reid: Maybe he’ll put in the finishing touch we’ve yet to see from him in past weeks.
Gravedigger: Keep on dreaming.
Now holding his opponent at the waist, Angel hooks the leg for a suplex of his own, an earthshattering capture suplex. Logan gathers halfway before sitting back down.
Garcia: Our crowd is behind this young man. They want to see him get a W. To be honest, so would I. He leaps for a Pelé kick—Logan blocked it. He returns with gut busting punch under Angel's guard.
Gravedigger: He’s an idiot. Angel can’t match strikes with Logan. He’s going to get KO’ed!
They swap high kicks like Chuck Norris sparring Bruce Lee. Logan suddenly catches a leg mid-impact then taunts with a Sonic finger wag. Matt Angel falls down, executing a quick monkey flip. Both roll back to their feet.
Garcia: Burgess is looking mad. He’s swinging mad and missing wild. Angel has hit two—now three major kicks to the thigh. I think Logan might be running out of juice.
Gravedigger: No he’s not.
Reid: Your boy looks tired. A spinning back elbow? What is this, Blood Sport?
He needs to show some patience.
Garcia: Angel fakes a roundhouse then swaps legs for a straight super kick. That hit Burgess under the chin. He’s got the neck locked tight—Prophecy’s End!
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2…
3—
Gravedigger: I told he wasn’t done yet!
Garcia: He broke the pin. Can he survive this young man’s fury? Angel needs a win more than most, and he looks determined to do anything for it. Burgess standing with both gloves up—
Reid: He wants this to get ugly. Damn… that overhead right opened him up. Angel needs to regroup.
Garcia: Maybe he shouldn’t go toe-to-toe with this veteran fighter. Angel hits the ropes. He ducks a crescent kick—coming back with huge elbow smash. Both men flailing now!
Wild kicks and punches have both men bleeding now, pooling now in the mouth of Logan Burgess. A straight on knee—stiff and directly under the chin—staggering Burgess against the ropes. His block deflects a few shots before leaving openings around the ribs. He drops to one knee but waves for more…
What are you waiting for!? Come on!
Garcia: Angel taking a breather despite taunts from Burgess.
Reid: It’s a trap—
Gravedigger: Every move is against some rookie. Go on, take the bait!
Garcia: Angel puts out a fist. He’s letting the veteran stand back up. Burgess seems impressed, but how long will that last with victory in sight. Whoa—a spinning heel kick just missed Angel. He turns right into a Pelé kick. Logan covering his face now—god, what hard knee strike.
Reid: If the cupboard’s closed, go for the breadbasket. Logan is looking winded but fighting on. I have to give him credit; still, he let this match get out of hand and fast.
Logan tries for a desperate lariat and misses high. Angel locks the arm, and in a swift move, secures a rear lock. He then lifts for a pumphandle slam—ending with a pancaking flatliner.
Garcia: The Fallen! And down goes Burgess… Here’s the cover!
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2…
3!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner… Matt Angel!
Angel nods to his foe before raising a fist to cheers. He exits looking bruised but elated.
Garcia: Rookie or not, he’s got some fight. The heart of a champion in the face of adversity. What a great win for Matt Angel.
Reid: Hey, if at first you don’t succeed—
Gravedigger: Whatever… |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:05:12 GMT -6
Avery Miles III vs. Karlie Nash
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back to Shanghai!
Gravedigger: No gives a fu—
“War Machine” by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage.
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for…
ONE! FALL!
Lorde: On her way to the ring, escorted Tracy Dixon, Karlie… Nash!
Garcia: As I was saying, we probably see the worst in the self-proclaimed “cougar hunter”.
Reid: Nash endured that brutal last woman standing last week. Things did not go in her favor, but I expect to see top form tonight.
Gravedigger: Nash is going to destroy whatever gets in her path.
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.
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!
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent, from Dry Branch, Georgia, Avery Miles III!
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.
Garcia: What do we see from AM3 tonight?
Reid: He's agile and crafty—two things Nash is not.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but at least she isn’t hobbling on leg. Nash is going to break him.
Reid: True, you have to wonder if that affects his chances tonight. Especially when dealing with the calculated attack of Karlie Nash.
AM3 pulls his arms in and runs down the entrance ramp and slides in head first. His music fades as both make way to the center. Miles offers a handshake. Nash looks it over twice then goes for the attack. Jackie Mall signals for the bell.
Garcia: That’s low! Nash just dropped Avery Miles with a dropkick.
Before the handshake no less.
Gravedigger: Keep you gloves up, bitch. My girl's already going to work on that bum knee.
Reid: Technical wrestling is going to be her strength. Already with that side leglock, she wants to break AM3 apart.
Garcia: How long can it hold against a ruthless Nash. Avery reaches the ropes and Mall trying to get the break. Nash relents—now going for an ankle lock. Avery hops on one leg. Nash reeling him in by the ankle. Watch out!
CRACK!
Miles spins all the way around with a wheeling kick. Turned around, he drives Nash down into a crucifix pin.
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Garcia: Nash breaks free. She's going low again!
Gravedigger: Come on. She’s going right back to work on that gimp knee. Nothing cheap about it.
Reid: Well, that's the beauty of a chop block. It's fair and square in this circle, and she's taking full advantage from it. Karlie Nash knows where to go and it’s paying dividends. AM3 might have to go on the defensive if this keeps up.
After a diving chop block, Nash flows right into a single-leg Boston crab. Miles screams with an outstretched hand yearning for the ropes.
Gravedigger: Just tap pretty boy. Those ropes are too far.
Garcia: What targeted assaults by Karlie Nash. Even if AM3 finds a way to win tonight, he’s doing so on one leg. Tracy Dixon loving the show from the best seat in the house.
"Finish him, babe!"
Nash throws a writhing Avery Miles to the canvas then walks over his curling form. She winks to Tracy before taking a weightlifter’s stance, legs braced right, followed by a deadlift gutwrench suplex. Miles lands hard.
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Garcia: What heart to get the shoulder up. Nash arguing again with Jackie Mall. This could come to blows.
Gravedigger: It was slow. We all saw it, Jimmy.
Avery looking close to his feet. Nash cuts him down with a knee breaker. He rolls around gripping his knee.
Reid: Isn’t that enough already? I know you want to break an opponent down, but Nash is going to the extreme tonight.
Garcia: Nash gets the roll up...
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Garcia: How did Miles get the shoulder up again? Karlie stomping relentlessly now. This is seek and destroy… a few more stomps keep him in place. I hope this ends soon. Or else we'll see the EMTs.
Gravedigger: Karlie looks pissed after another slow count. Is Jackie back on the bottle?
Reid: This might be it. Nash looking for some variety of suplex here from the back. Tracy is saying something and it has her distracted. Oh man—rookie mistake!
Against his feisty frame, the cougar hunter attempted a German suplex; instead, Avery changed momentum into a standing shiranui.
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Garcia: Mistake indeed—that almost cost Karlie the match. Both down now, but Avery’s looking for his first advantage tonight. Pulling himself up by the ropes. Nash is up!
Miles sees the charging clothesline, and in a quick dodge, sends her flipping to the outside.
Reid: There’s the crafty offense we saw in his first match. One leg or not, Avery will do anything to win tonight. Okay, that is not a good idea. Kids, don't try this shit at home.
The crowds wants to a see an outside dive. Mile looks both ways then shrugs. He hobbles to the nearest ropes in three skips, hitting the opposite side at full stride. Light footing makes longer strides like MJ before flipping over the third rop into a dangerous tope.
Garcia: Karlie is down and out again. Dixon screaming nearby, but what a risk by AM3. He’s already down to one leg. Why go for something like that?
Reid: When you’re down, you’ll do anything to get back in. Wouldn't be my advise in his situation. Got to love his guts though.
Gravedigger: He’s got nothing left. Get up Karlie!
Cheers die down as Avery climbs slow to the Apron. Karlie Nash recovers and attacks from behind—again, going right to back of his bad knee. Miles falls into a flurry of overhead strikes. Now in place, Karlie takes the wounded knee with sights on the turnbuckle.
Whamm!
Garcia: Oh come on! That’s steel to bone—Jesus, I heard it from over here.
Gravedigger: I told he had nothing left. Only a matter time now.
Nash takes encouragement from her manager before sliding into the ring. Miles hangs defenseless over the second rail. Nash gathers him, and with the ropes in support, bungees him from the apron into ring in a stalling suplex.
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Garcia: Once more, Avery Miles refuses to go down.
Reid: How about Nash showcasing her strength on that apron suplex.
Gravedigger: See how long she held it too. Deadlifted that jabronie—hell of a move.
Garcia: Nash grabbing a hold of that leg again. Not sure what she has in mind. Now AM3 gaining to one foot. Wowza—did you hear that enzugiri. Nash is stunned but holding. Avery hitting the ropes… executes a perfect flip on that corkscrew neckbreaker. Hooking the leg!
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Garcia: Karlie kicks out with both looking for the energy to stand. Miles has the ground first.
He sees an opening, and in one fatal thrust, powers the cougar hunter into a spinout side slam. Nash rolls over.
Garcia: Miles fianlly seeing daylight—he’s going for a high-wire act!
AM3 ascends gingerly until perched on the top rope, teasing something wild. He takes off on the prone opponent with a shooting star press. Halfway in his descent, Miles tucks both knees.
Garcia: Both knees come crashing down—right into the exposed back of Karlie Nash. He wastes no time on the cover…
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3!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner, Aver Miiiiles… the Thiiird!
Garcia: Nash tore him from hell and back, but AM3 shows his grit here tonight.
Reid: I certainly hope someone looks at that knee after this. It was torture chamber for most of the bout.
Gravedigger: Take a salt tablet and hit the ice. Who gives a sh—
Garcia: What a way to bolster his profile tonight. Beating Nash in walkoff fashion. Stay tuned for more, including our new TV Champ, Red Dragon, as he make his first title defense later tonight. We’ll be right back. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:07:18 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:08:20 GMT -6
Kevin Bishop segment
Jimmy Garcia: Well ladies and gentlemen, we have a special satellite feed from our new World Champion.
The screen comes to life and Kevin Bishop appears sitting on a black leather couch in what looks to be his New York penthouse apartment. His belt rests on his right shoulder, he wears a blank black ball cap, a black wife beater, and black gym shorts, next to him sits a pregnant Karrna Bishop dressed in a pure white sundress with black knee high boots.
Sebastian Reed: Welcome Champ, you're looking good considering your brutal match with Ms. Blue. How are you feeling?
Digger shakes his head.
Gravedigger: That's no way to talk to our World champ, Reed. Sorry Bish, don't mind this bush league artist.
Kevin Bishop: It's all good Digger, how are you doing brother?
Digger shrugs.
Kevin Bishop: Yeah, I'm a bit beat up but I'm still standing and wounds heal…
Kevin looks at his title.
Kevin Bishop: But it was worth it.
Kevin smirks as he looks to the camera and Karma rubs his shoulders.
Jimmy Garcia: You definitely earned it, Kev. Now that you're back, the fans are curious what it is that lured you in?
Kevin Bishop: What lured me? Heh, just look around, Jimmy. We have some bastardized version of The Guardians still lingering around, we have this Society returning with a brainwashed Andre Holmes, we have that sleazy jerk Vincent Pryde trying to bring New Blood Wrestling in, and then we have those ridiculous Mustache morons… The whole family shows why doing drugs and drinking alcohol isn't a smart thing to do while pregnant.
Kevin rubs Karma’s leg.
Sebastian Reed: Mama Stache and the Stache family outsmarted our owner, Spencer Adams… Thoughts?
Kevin Bishop: They're a cancer and I know Adams still believes he's the Antidote… But he went in half cocked which paid off for The Stache Family.
Jimmy Garcia: Do you believe Mama Stache proved how much of a master manipulator she can be with how she earned her shot against you?
Gravedigger: Seriously, Garcia? Kevin Bishop is a world traveling athlete while Mama Stache is a world traveling cum dumpster.
Kevin laughs.
Kevin Bishop: Probably true, Digger. My approach to this match is going to have to be unorthodox to say the least. Mama Stache isn't an athlete, not in the slightest… Her sons and probably even her husband are going to be her X factor in all this. I'm going to have to have eyes in the back of my head, but I wouldn't be your World champion if I didn't know how to rise above adversity.
Jimmy Garcia: Right you are Kev, that's all the questions we have for now but it's great to have you back. Congrats on the title victory, is there anything you want to say to the UCI faithful?
Kevin sits forward on the couch and looks straight into the camera.
Kevin Bishop: Brothers and sisters… Fans and those who can't stand me, I know there's plenty out there. UCI is seeping into a darker place than it ever has before, but as your Champion I think I need to point out other issues in the world as well. Hurricane Harvey is causing so much turmoil in Texas right now and as my peers are putting on matches at Overload tonight, my lovely wife and my Brotherhood are going to be headed down to Texas to see what we can do to help. I know being your champion you demand me to be there, but I am still representing the company as I lend whatever resources I can to those in need. Mama Stache recently spoke ill of those who live in the streets and this is a chance for people with her same mindset to know what living on the streets is really like. The only difference, I intend on giving a helping hand where others blatantly choose not to. So this World Champion, your World Champion is going to represent the United of United Championship Infinite, as I bring my people together to help our brothers and sisters in need. Let us here in the UCI, be it wrestler, ref, camera guy, popcorn vendor, commentator, or fan… Show our United Heart for Texas.
Karma holds up a white t-shirt with an outline of a red heart that has an outline of Texas in the middle and has United Heart in pink writing with CI attached to the U going downward.
Karma Bishop: Every little bit helps and if you buy a t-shirt all proceeds go to helping the victims of Hurricane Harvey.
Kevin nods at the shirt and looks back to the camera.
Kevin Bishop: Again, I'm sorry I'm not in China right now, but we have people in need here and we gotta do something.
Jimmy Garcia: No champ, we definitely understand, go ahead and put me down for a 2 XL extra husky.
Kevin Bishop: Will do, thanks fellas.
The feed cuts out.
Sebastian Reed: Well there you have it folks, the champion doing his due diligence to help those affected by hurricane Harvey.
Gravedigger: Hell of a champion we have there boys. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:09:43 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Cormack MacNeill vs. Cheyenne vs. Elina Cartel
The broadcast returns with a shot of the announcers’ table, where Cheyenne menaces the commentators with a wiggling brood. “I’m Gonna Show You Crazy” by Nightcore plays in the background.
GARCIA: Welcome back to Overload. Up next, a triple threat in our Rising Stars division.
Cheyenne peers over the table at them, meeting the disgust of Sebastian Reid. She teases her leather bag of bugs like a pendulum. She then holds out a handful for the hard camera before stowing them back in their home.
GARCIA: Cheyenne bringing her preferred method of terror.
Reid: The Jack Hanna of UCI… not me. Give them to Jimmy!
GRAVEDIGGER: Go on, Jimmy, look in the bag.
GARCIA: Hell no! Get that cockroach out of my jacket!
Garcia knocks off his mic while swatting at a hissing cockroach roaming his lapel pocket. The collective laughter of Reid and Gravedigger fades under a drone of Celtic piping. Music fills the air as Cormack MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp.
Taylor Lorde: This bout is scheduled for One fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 285 lbs. … Cormack Macneeeeeil!
Cheyenne steals away with devilish smirk. Her pretties wiggling in there bag—its straps held tight in her teeth. Cormack stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and brings his fist to his chest before raising it in salute.
As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye the ring(his opponent) before climbing up and sliding into the ring. With great ceremony, he unclasps his kilt and hands it to the ring attendant before taking up a position in his corner and using the ropes to stretch out and warm up. Cheyenne sets her bag under the ring before slithering over to an opposite corner. Both exchange contentious glares.
Reid: You got to love bad blood. These two have crossed before. And you know Cormack would like nothing better than revenge tonight.
GARCIA: Cormack lost in a tag match weeks ago. You wonder if that still eats at back his mind.
Reid: You never forget a loss, Jimmy. Even the best keep grudges.
GRAVEDIGGER: Mind games at their best. Cheyenne is already in there, wearing the big man down. She wants to put him down just as bad. I like her chances.
'Machines' begins playing as the lights in the arena turn down low. As the song begins to boom, Elina Cartel walks through the entrance and ignores the fans as she walks down the entrance ramp. Neon lights hit the audience and the ring in bright pinks, greens, yellows, and purples. The lights reflect off her chrome Xpert leather jacket.
Taylor Lorde: And their opponent... hailing from Los Angeles, California... Elina Caaaar-tellll!
She walks right to the ring apron and in a single bound, leaps up onto the apron. She unzips her leather jacket and lets it fall to the ground behind her before stepping into the ring.
GARCIA: Cartel making her debut tonight. What do you make of her confidence?
Reid: She’s a competitor. We see a lot come out of the MMA circles, but let me tell you; this is a whole new game. You have to know the ring and how others use it. We’ll see how she responds.
GRAVEDIGGER: Don’t count out Cheyenne. She knows jujitsu!
Reid: A game of counters. Well, besides the overwhelming strength of Cormack.
She walks to the middle of the ring and extends her arms and her middle fingers before pulling them together to make a cross in front of her face. The music dies down as the lighting returns to normal as she makes her way to her corner to warm up for the upcoming bout.
GARCIA: There’s the bell, and Cormack’s not wasting time. “Overwhelming strength” pinning Cheyenne in the corner. Cartel waiting for an opening. You have to think she’s breaking both fighters down. Especially with size against her.
Reid: Brutal punches from MacNeill. He’s definitely looking for revenge.
GRAVEDIGGER: Come on ref! Those were closed fists! Jackson has no control of this thing. I always hated him.
Reid: For once, we agree.
GRAVEDIGGER: How desperate are you?
Cartel finds the right second, wailing on the back of Cormack’s thigh with measured kicks. He swings back and misses wide with an angry lariat. Now turned, Cheyenne leaps on his back for an elevated chokehold.
GARCIA: MAcNeill looks like King Kong swiping at those two. Every swing just out of reach. Ow, that gut kick from Elina Cartel has him huffing. Cormack taking to one knee.
GRAVEDIGGER: Hold on Cheyenne!
Cartel keeps her distance while Cheyenne keeps the hold strong. Big Mack swipes with elbows, but the ginger terror only tightens her grip around the larger man’s throat. Cartel charges with a soaring kick—just missing MacNeill—hitting Cheyenne right in the forehead. Stunned, he flips the ginger over his shoulder and delivers a running Oklahoma slam. Cheyenne slinks away.
GARCIA: Cartel wasting no opportunity. Those kicks have Big Mack hurt. Blocking high leaves more welts across the stomach and ribs.
Reid: He can’t keep blocking. Not against someone with her background.
GARCIA: Roundhouse—and a sequel!
Cormack bends over, leaving space for Cartel to steal the cover on Cheyenne.
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GARCIA: Broken up by MacNeill. She’ll need to a little more than that to keep Big Mack down.
Reid: Cartel already knows the animosity between those two. She’s just picking them apart now from a distance. If she keeps this up, I think Cartel might win this one.
GRAVEDIGGER: Just what we needed… another mentalist.
GARCIA: Elina tracking the wounded Cormack. She got too close. Strength prevails with that snap suplex by MacNeill. Cartel rolls away in time from a grounded axe-handle strike. You have to admire her quickness.
Reid: The training’s kicking in. Mack went with too much power and missed. He’ll have to be quicker if he hopes to catch a bantamweight.
GARCIA: Goodness, a huge return from Elina Cartel!
Two kicks to the ribs have MacNeill reeling. Cartel kips up then does a baseball slide between the bigger man’s legs. He turns too late eating more debilitating kicks to the knee and hip. Cartel hits the ropes. A rolling kick, right above the knee, finally takes him down.
GARCIA: Talk about precision. She is chopping the Canadian down like a Douglas fir. A cover!
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GARCIA: Cheyenne with the break up. Clubbing forearms have Cartel dazed.
GRAVEDIGGER: Atta-girl!
GARCIA: Cheyenne locking in an armbar. Cartel counters with sweeping kicks.
Annoyed, Cheyenne kicks Elina square in the lip. She follows with a lifting soccer kick to the ribs. Cartel gripping at her side. Cheyenne looks left, groaning to the sight of a recovering MacNeill. She grabs his hobbling leg and executes a dragon screw.
GRAVEDIGGER: Breaking them down. She’s too elusive for these two to handle.
Reid: Is that counting cheap shots?
GRAVEDIGGER: Reid, go fu—
GARCIA: Cartel on the apron. Neither opponent even looking her direction.
She rebounds from the second rope, hitting a quick hurricanrana on Cheyenne. MacNeill regains to one knee. Cartel springs off his shoulders and head back for the ropes. Big Mack turns right into a rebounding leg lariat.
GARCIA: That took his head off… She hooks the leg!
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Cormack throws his entire body for a kick out. Cartel lifted a couple feet but lands on all fours.
GARCIA: Cheyenne from behind. She has the grip, delivering a desperate gutwrench suplex. She’s not done—Wow, Cartel slams neck first into the turnbuckle pads on that German.
Reid: It might look like padding, but kids, it’s not soft.
GRAVEDIGGER: One more! One more!
Cheyenne teases a butterfly suplex, waking up the crowd. She shakes her head “no” then levels Elina with a hard knee strike. Booing rains upon the ring but Cheyenne doesn’t seem to care. She then sees Cormack regaining once more. She runs—
GARCIA: The Stone of Kings! Big Mack looking to end this!
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GRAVEDIGGER: That’s my girl.
GARCIA: Cormack telling off Ryan Jackson.
Reid: The count looked slow from here. Jackson says otherwise.
GARCIA: Cartel on the top rope… Missile dropkick! Big Mack still standing…
A warrior scream rages from Cartel as she whirls into a tornadic gyro kick.
GARCIA: The Eclipse! Cormack dead on his feet. Cartel brings him down with a sweeping kick. The cover!
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3!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner… Elina Carrr-Tellll!
GARCIA: That’s how you make a debut. Elina Cartel just sent a message to the rest of the Rising Stars Division: She is here and ready for more. Stay tuned as Overload returns. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:10:29 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:11:47 GMT -6
Vincent Pryde vs. Zombie McMorris
"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Gravedigger: I'm psyched for this match up!
Jimmy Garcia: Looking forward to a good bout?
Gravedigger: Nah, I wanna see Zombie beat the crap out of someone.
Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.
He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.
Fans: Easy! Easy!
He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.
Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!
Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!
Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier.
Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Sebastian Reid: This does promise to be something of a stiff match up.
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. 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 subtlie to the fans. Pryde takes in the hate for a second before backing to his corner to await his opponent.
DING! DING!
The two walk up to the center of the ring. Z-mac trash talking Pryde until Pryde reels back and lands a hard left against Zombie's temple. Zombie reels back and lands one of his own, the two trading back and forth until it dissolves into a flurry of punches. Zombie eventually gaining more ground and pushing Pryde back into the corner.
Zombie pushes back Pryde's arms and lands a hard chop across his chest.
SLAP!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Pushes Pryde's arms back again and goes for another.
SLAP!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Pryde reaches over and moves out of the corner, forcing Zombie into his place to come back with a chop of his own.
SLAP!
Crowd: WOOOOO!
Pryde follows it with a hook and an elbow strike, reaching down with a rough body blow.
Gravedigger: Nasty shots, I love it!
Pryde grab's Zombie's arm and goes for an irish whip, but Zombie turns around and reverses it, sending Pryde into the corner instead. He approaches Pride and lands a three punch haymaker combo with forces Pryde onto his ass against the turnbuckle. Zombie steps back, lines himself up and comes in with a running boot wash.
Jimmy Garcia: No letting up for McMorris, driving that boot across the face of Pryde.
Zombie grabs Pryde by the hair and pulls him to his feet, knocking him back with a closed fist, the referee warning Zombie to use an open hand. Zombie chuckles at the ref before giving a hard slap to Pryde, knocking the taste out of his mouth. Zombie turns to the ref and jokingly goes 'like that?'. When he turns back Pryde comes back with a knee to the gut, forcing Zombie to double over. Pryde brings a knee up into the face of Zombie, trailing it with a back elbow that sends Zombie to the ground.
Sebastian Reid: It seems whatever Zombie can give, Pryde can match.
Pryde grabs Zombie by the hair, pulling him up onto his hands and knees before placing several kicks to the head, The referee giving Pryde a warning about pulling the hair. Pryde lets go, but not before bringing Zombie to his feet. Pryde hooks the leg and throws Zombie over with a well placed T-bone suplex. Pryde goes for the pin.
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NO! Zombie kicks out.
Jimmy Garcia: Going to take more than that to take down one of the hardest members of the UCI locker room.
Pryde pulls Zombie up, but Zombie knocks his hand away and comes in with an elbow to the head. Pryde comes back with a kick to Zombie's side, but refusing to let up, Zombie lands a hard fist, which in retaliation, it followed with a stiff forearm shot from Pryde, the two again stuck in a flurry of strikes.
Sebastian Reid: These two are dead set on knocking the other senseless.
Zombie wraps an arm around Pryde and starts to land some hard Hockey punches to the cut before the ref has to get between them, but as he is trying to pry them apart, Zombie uses the distraction to get a chance to rake the eyes of Pryde, sending him backwards writhing in pain.
Zombie grabs him again and hooks up properly to hit a snap suplex in the center of the ring, and goes for the pin.
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NO! Pryde kicks out.
Jimmy Garcia: Pryde showing the same resiliency that Zombie did earlier when kicking out of that well placed suplex.
Zombie pulls Pryde to a standing base, but while doubled over, Pryde kicks a headbutt to Zombie's stomach, causing him to bend over. Pryde brings a foot up, knocking Zombie in the face forcing Zombie straight up again before landing an elbow to the side of Zombie's head. He bounces back against the ropes and comes in with a flying knee. Zombie reels back and with Pryde quick on the attack, he grabs Zombie and tosses him over the ropes and straight onto the arena floor.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: OH! Pryde pulling out some desperation moves to take out McMorris.
Pryde climbs to the top rope and looks at the downed Zombie before leaping into the air and coming down with a high elbow upon the sternum of Zombie.
Sebastian Reid: OH MY GOD! A High risk maneuver from Pryde. Less out of his wheelhouse and more out of Zombie's, but will the reward be enough and what did he lose in the process.
Both me lay on the ground in pain as the referee begins to count.
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FIVE!
Pryde barely manages to get to his feet.
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He grabs Zombie McMorris and drags him back over to the ring.
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EIGHT!
Pryde rolls Zombie back into the ring, but as he follows him, Zombie continues to roll until he has back outside of the ring. Pryde rises to his feet be realizes Zombie is back outside. Zombie is sluggishly looking under the apron as Pryde looks over the ropes down at Zombie.
Pryde reaches down to grab Zombie, but the referee tries to get him away from the ropes so he can properly begin the count to count out Zombie, but while the referee is between the two, Zombie swings a stop sign and knocks Pryde in the head, sending him backwards to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: The referee didn't see anything! He has no idea that Zombie just smacked Pryde with a foreign object!
Zombie slides back into the ring, pulls Pryde to his feet, lifts him with a gutwrench and brings him down upon his shoulders.
Gravedigger: AXE WOUND! TAKE HIM OUT, ZOMBIE!
He goes for the pin.
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Taylor Lorde: You're winner, ZOMBIE MCMORRIS! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:12:57 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:14:28 GMT -6
El Payaso Loco vs. Preecha Kamon vs. Kaz Mazy
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows UCI Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
"FIGHT!!!"
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and all the baddest of poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their ballsack and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!
Jimmy Garcia: An exciting match on the way for sure! The crowd is electric as we head into this unpredictable three way match up.
Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, waving that Old Glory Poon Guinean Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.
Sebastian Reid: This man, no matter the match, always promises something special when he steps in the ring.
Gravedigger: Gonna be honest...I hate every single one of these guys.
Taylor Lorde: On his way to the ring...from the People's Republic of Poon Guinea, standing at five foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...he is the GODSON OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING...KAAAAAZ MAAAAAAAZY!!!
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Jimmy Garcia: Hear that reaction!
Kaz leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He taunts to the crowd from the second rope and they explode in Kaz cheers once again.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz leans against the turnbuckle as his music fades and awaits the start of the match.
The opening riff of "Let's Go" hits the PA as the lights lower. Red, white and green spotlights flicker around the entrance ramp, falling onto one central space. At that point, they focus upwards as Payaso Loco descends from the rafters on a cord of some form, landing safely on the ground. He detaches himself from the cord, making a beeline for the ring and jumping from the floor, over the top rope and into the ring. He flies up to the nearest turnbuckle, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the fans.
Jimmy Garcia: Another high flyer in the match, Payaso is coming off from a loss last week. Can he recover and come out on top?
Sebastian Reid: I don't see any reason why not? The man is incredibly talented, one of the best high flyers in the company.
Gravedigger: BOOO ALL THESE GUYS!
The bass-line from the beginning of "Sayonara, Perfect World" by Midori plays on the P.A. System before the blast beat overtakes the whole arena with flashing lights and titantron. As soon as the blast beat breaks into the main chorus of the song, Preecha and Armand walk past the curtain, the deaf kick boxer having a sly and confident smile on his face.
Jimmy Garcia: He showed up last week and was denied his match up against Shadowlove, but tonight, he has showed up pumped and ready.
Taylor Lorde: Coming to the ring, accompanied by Armand De La Fontaine, weighing in at 170 pounds...PREECHAAAAAA KAAAAAAMOOOOOOOOON!
Sebastian Reid: It is quite something to finally have the vicious kick boxer and his charismatic manager finally in a UCI ring. A lot of people have had the title of a 'dangerous man', but few carry it with such quiet intensity as Preecha Kamon.
They walk down the ramp and up the steps of the ring. Wrestler and manager both stand on the apron, staring out into the crowd before stepping through the ropes and standing in the center of the ring.
With all men in their respective corners, the referee signals for the bell.
DING! DING!
Jimmy Garcia: And we are under way.
Men stare at each other for a moment, none of them moving from their spots.
Sebastian Reid: Now, you have to imagine, despite the high flying style of Kaz and Payaso, you have to imagine the stiff kicks and cautious nature of Preecha is definitely going to change their usual strategies.
Gravedigger: Of course, I'm not sure if you've ever been kicked in the head, especially by someone trained to do it as hard as humanly possible, but it sucks, and you don't want to run in half-cocked just to get knocked senseless three seconds in. That being said, a high flying style could definitely through Kamon off, with these two guys coming from any possible direction.
Payaso is the first to make a move, charging forth, leaping into the air to hit a flying forearm on Preecha, but Preecha ducks out of the way, letting Payaso crash into the turnbuckle. Kaz seeks his chance with a kick, bu Preecha catches his foot, spins him around and as Kaz faces forward again, Preecha smacks him with a spinning back fist, knocking Kaz to the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Almost as if to prove your point, Preecha's cautiousness pays off against the speed by giving him an early advantage.
Sebastian Reid: The problem is with high flyers like this, its easy to lose that advantage.
Payaso comes running out of the corner and hits Preecha with a flying dropkick. Preecha and Payaso are quick to their feet. Payaso grabs Preecha and hits him with an arm drag, and though both men are quick again to their feet, Payaso is gaining the speed advantage and manages another running drop kick which sends Preecha into the corner. Payaso moves to the opposite corner, comes out running, but is his with a leaping hurricarana by Kaz. Kaz, taking Payaso's place, moves to the opposite corner, charges forth, but Preecha comes running back at him and hits a flying knee. Kaz hits the mat and Preecha mounts him and goes in with a series of cross face strikes.
Jimmy Garcia: High impact action straight out of the gate and it doesn't seem to be letting up.
Payaso grabs Preecha from behind and tosses him between the ropes. Preecha lands on his feet and attempts to get back in, only for Payaso to hit another dropkick, sending preecha to the floor. Turning back to Kaz as he gets back up, Payaso, forces him backwards into the ropes and irish whips him into the other end of the ring. On the rebound, Payaso goes for a spinning back kick, but Kaz slides under, coming back and hitting an arm drag on payaso, they rise and clash again, Payaso returning the arm drag. Kaz comes running at PAyaso, but Payaso slides under and when Kaz turns around, tries for another arm drag, but Kaz catches him and pulls him back up. Payaso quickly changes his efforts to a wrist lock.
Sebastian Reid: Almost too fast to call, these guys are matching each other blow for blow.
Kaz rolls forward and kip ups, forcing Payaso to break the wrist lock so Kaz can implement his own then pull Payaso close for a northern lights suplex with a bridging pin.
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Both men leaps to their feet, and Kaz charges, but Payaso side steps and Kaz bounces of the ropes and goes for another leaping Hurricarana, but in the rolling, Payaso rolls it through into a sunset flip, Kaz quick to use the moment to keep moving backwards until he is back on his feet and leaps forward with a low dropkick to the chest, but Payaso falls back to dodge, copying Kaz by rolling back onto his feet and hitting a low drop kick as Kaz sits up. The war of momentum comes to a stop and the crowd begins to clap uproariously.
Sebastian Reid: What an athletic showing by these two men, countering one move with another, showing speed and prowess in equal parts.
Payaso picks up Kaz and whips him into the ropes again, but on the return Kaz leap frogs over Payaso, stops his momentum dead so when Payaso turns around, Kaz grabs around him and hits a big belly-to-belly, sending Payaso hard to the mat. Kaz looks to capitalize, but Preecha grabs Payaso's leg and pulls him out of the ring, grabbing him around the head and slamming him with a clinch toss to the concrete.
Jimmy Garcia: A brutal slam by the Muay Thai Boxer!
Preecha slides into the ring and stands face to face with Kaz. Kaz goes for a kick, but Preecha catches him by the leg and pulls him in close, using stiff spear knees to the abdomen. Kaz jabs a couple times, but another stiff knees forces him to clutch his stomach before Preecha brings him over with a rather rough looking T-bone suplex.
Sebastian Reid: This is the interesting element of putting Preecha with two high flyers. Its rare you'll ever see him leave the ground, forcing the match to become a bit more grounded, taking them out of their element.
Preecha goes for the pin.
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NO! Kaz kicks out.
Preecha locks in a rear naked choke as soon as the count is broken, working the neck of Kaz who fights for a vertical base.
Moved into the headlock position, Kaz pulls back into the ropes and pushes Preecha forward, sending him bouncing against the opposite set, and on his way back, Kaz kicks the back of the legs of the passing Kamon, forcing him onto his ass in a sitting position. Kaz bounces against the ropes and comes back with a running knee to the face.
Jimmy Garcia: Hanging dong from Kaz!
Gravedigger: I will never get over how that move forces you to say that.
Kaz goes for the pin.
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NO! Preecha kicks out.
Kaz, in frustration, slams his fist down on the mat, but looks over at the top turnbuckle, pointing at it for the audience, who cheer wildly.
Jimmy Garcia: Could he be going for The KAMUH-KAZ-EEE!
Kaz ascends to the top, and taunts for the crowd before leaping in the air, twisting majestically and coming down hard on top of Preecha.
Jimmy Garcia: YES IT IS!
Before Kaz can make the pin, Payaso stumbles into the ring, trying to pull the tag champ to his feet, but is caught by-
Gravedigger: RKAZRO!
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Taylor Lorde: Your winner, KAZ! |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:15:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:16:23 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Umeji vs. Oblivion
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed United Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, the second Rising Star match of the night. A rather interesting match up tonight with the monster Oblivion going head to head with very stern Umeji. Two styles clashing inside our very own UCI ring.
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
BOOM!!
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Oblivion slowly begins to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers, of the crowd...
Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Jimmy Garcia: A very loving audience tonight, lets see if their support can help him through this tough match up.
Past the entrance stage there are sixteen hooded cloaked individuals, eight on each side of the aisle, with their heads down. Chanting...
Hooded individuals: A-WHOO!! AWHOO!! AWHOO!!
Taylor Lorde: Coming down to the ring... The UCI Television Champion!! From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 325 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!!
Oblivion drags IT's right leg as drags along a sledgehammer. The Monster snears at a nearby camera, right before Oblivion slowly run up the steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm.
Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.
Lights turn deep purple, lowering as a haiku pulsing across the sceen in red:
A fisher lures
The school of carp; red white black
One tail flicks water
Sebastian Reid: And here comes the man from Japan. Umeji, a rather unique star.
Gravedigger: Really looking for him to kick some sense into that freak, Oblivion.
Those words appear to a taiko's beat. A pause settles... then begins opening rifts to "Katana Groove" by Hotei. Umeji emerges--dressed in a white suit, plus matching tights and shoes--while fog drifts at his feet. He approaches the ring to a loud pop but keeps center to the ramp before sliding into the ring. Spring from the pad, he springs and lands atop the ropes. A drawn breath takes it all in. Umeji jumps down into a warmup combo--holding a high kick for several seconds for a final pop. Lights regain to his calm form awaiting the bell.
DING! DING!
Jimmy Garcia: The match is underway. Will be interesting to see who makes the first move tonight.
Umeji and Oblivion meet in the center of the ring. They go for a collar elbow tie-up and Oblivion uses his strength to push Umeji down, but refusing to drop to his knees, Umeji gives a couple kicks to Obi's sides while keeping locked in the tie-up, forcing the monster to let up. Obi, to put the match in his favor, attempts to throw Umeji, but Umeji refuses to break the tie-up, landing on his feet before pushing back, getting an off balanced Obi into a corner.
Sebastian Reid: Quite a different start to the match. This two seemed almost stuck together.
Obi, regaining his leverage, pushing out of the corner, sending them both turning and twisting until they reach the other corner, this time with Obi pushing against Umeji.
Jimmy Garcia: Seems to be a disadvantage for Umeji to try and pit strength against strength here.
Sebastian Reid: I'm not sure if that is whats happening here though, Jimmy. I think Umeji might be trying to wear Obi out. If he forces Obi to keep throwing him around, the monster of the match is going end up spending most of his energy early on. All Umeji has to do is hold on and not give Obi the opportunity to come in with a big strike.
Umeji sets a foot on the middle turnbuckle and pushes himself up, putting the entirety of his weight on Obi's shoulders, kicking forward and sending them both tumbling to the mat, but Umeji still refusing to let go. He reorients himself to get them back on their feet, but Obi uses his unholy strength to hold Umeji up in the air, forcing Umeji to kick the air.
Jimmy Garcia: The strategy might have finally hit its end, as Obi uses his strength to make Umeji fairly vulnerable in this position.
Umeji shifts his weight by swinging his legs up and locking in a cross arm bar, hanging in the air as he wrenches back on Obi's arm.
Gravedigger: Every week I dig Umeji a little more...I mean, when he faces people like Obi.
Obi swings Umeji back and forth, trying to break free, but the more he does, the more Umeji wrenches back. Obi walks over to a corner, swings back, and slams Umeji into it. Umeji clearly feels the blow, but doesn't let go.
Sebastian Reid: This might be a turning point. Umeji seems dedicated, but this is where he is going to have to decide whether or not this is worth pursuing.
Obi swings back again and slams Umeji against the turnbuckle again, this time forcing Umeji to let go clenching his head in pain.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, Umeji forced to let go, but did he manage to effectively wear down Oblivion at all?
Oblivion, breathing heavily, looks down at Umeji, reaching down and pulling him up by his head. He whips him hard into the corner, following him in hard with a splash into the corner. He keeps Umeji in the corner with strong forearm strikes to the chest. He steps back and tries to come in with another corner splash, but Umeji gets the leg up, striking Obi right in the face. The monster goes stumbling away from the corner, and Umeji charges out and his Obi with a float over DDT.
Sebastian Reid: Quick movement by Umeji, slamming Oblivion's head hard into the mat.
Umeji gets to a vertical base and begins to kick Obi right in the arm he had that Cross arm bar locked in.
Jimmy Garcia: Solid ring psychology by Umeji, working on the arm of Oblivion. Oblivion is a brawler, a technician, and a power house, if he can't lift, can't punch, and can't lock in submissions, then Umeji will have a strong advantage.
With each strike, Obi fights to his feet. Once upright, Umeji goes for a Savate kick, buyt Obi catches his leg. Umeji hits an enziguri, but Obi doesn't go down, and more important, keeps his grip on the leg.
Gravedigger: Will give him credit, Obi is a tough son of a bitch. A kick to the back of the head is a hell of a thing not to go down to...maybe a second one will knock some sense into him, hehe.
Jimmy Garcia: What I find interesting is that it seems now that Oblivion is now using Umeji's strategy from earlier, refusing to let go.
Umeji manages to get on his one foot, forced to hop around as Obi holds on hard. Before Umeji can act, Obi pulls him in until they are chest to chest, Obi switches his grip so he has his arms around the waist and throws Umeji overhead.
Sebastian Reid: Belly to bell from Obi. Very impressive stuff.
Umeji clutches his back after he hits the mat, and Obi follows it up, pulling Umeji to his feet. He holds him him around his stomach, twists Umeji so he is up in powerbomb position before Obi slams him down on the back on his back and shoulders.
Jimmy Garcia: Hangover from Oblivion. What a sickening thud from Umeji.
Obi goes for the pin.
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NO! Umeji kicks out.
Oblivion doesn't waste time pulling Umeji up again, going for the Hangover once more, but Umeji flings himself off of Obi's shoulders, landing on his feet. He begins to kick high against the chest of Obi, the force sending Obi to his knees. Umeji bounces against the ropes for a high speed elbow strike, but Obi snaps to his feet and hits the running Umeji with a powerslam.
Oblivion gets to his feet and yells at the top of his lungs, causing the crowd to chant.
Crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI!
He picks up Umeji, forces him into a Dragon clutch position, but before he can lift him up, Umeji lifts himself up for a back kick, knocking obi in the head. Obi lets go and Umeji whips back with a back flip kick, again knocking Obi in the head, but the monster doesn't go down.
Jimmy Garcia: Oblivion refusing to fall to the devastating kicks of Umeji.
Umeji starts to kick the chest of Obi again, and like before Obi falls to his knees. This time though, when Umeji comes back, he nails the elbow strike and sends Obi onto his back. Umeji, not squandering the opportunity, darts up the turnbuckle, looking down at his opponent before flying through the air with a shooting star elbow!
Gravedigger: YES! TSUCHIGUMO! HE'S GOING FOR THE PIN!
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Taylor Lorde: Your winner, Umeji!
Jimmy Garcia: Oblivion fought hard, but the resiliency from the high flyer managed to over come him. |
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:16:57 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Sept 6, 2017 0:18:00 GMT -6
L Verez/M.A.X segment
The lights bleed a dark indigo color throughout the arena as the whimsical beat to Tetris by DJ Dahi starts. As the spotlight hits, L Verez starts walking slowly to the stage with her hands behind her back. Then she slowly turns toward the ring, and moves her arms to an X-crossed position, with an L hand sign on her right hand, and a V hand sign on her left. Once the bass drops, she 360 spins as she drops down to one knee, the lights quickly an d constantly beaming a teal color along with the deep bass. Her right hand is holding up her sunglasses, and her left is out with her "come in peace" symbol. As she gets back up, she lifts her right arm up with an "OK" symbol, and her left arm out to the side with her peace symbol.
As L makes her way down the ramp, she goes to the fans in the front row, holding up her peace sign to them, so they can collide their peace signs with hers. She bows to them and puts an upside-down "OK" symbol against her eye while sticking her tongue out before moving on.
She makes it to the ring, and quickly rolls under the ropes and pulls out a mic as the music fades.
L: "Em-Aye-Ecks!"
She is cut off as the crowds adoring cheers for L are replaced by scornful boos meant for the violent android.
She nods along, fully agreeing with the crowds assessment of her newest rival.
L: "You Malicious!"
Crowd: "Yeah!"
L: "Crazed!"
Crowd: "Yeah!"
L: "Glitch-ridden!"
Crowd: "Yeah!"
L: "Buggy!"
Crowd: "Yeah!"
L: "..."
L pauses for a moment, looking around at the crowd before once again raising the mic to her lips with a slight grin.
L: "Well... massive ass of a synthetic being, i guess."
The crowd roars their approval for almost a solid minute before the lights cut out, causing the roar to fade into a confused murmuring.
That is until a loud klaxon sound over the P.A system and harsh yellow strobe lights begin flashing.
The tall figure striding out to the stage through toxic-yellow smoke is made by a hail of boos and jeers, but only until he raises the mic to his lips and lets out a gargled, digitized screech that causes the entire arena to cover their ears from the sharp pain; everyone but L, who simply scowls at the sound while staring straight at her attacker from last week.
M.A.X: "Dear miss Verez, why do you wound me so? Did the pyrotechnics last week blow your intergalactic-panties in a twist and then melt them stuck to your bony ass? If this body had that functionality I would gladly offer my assistance in removing them; and maybe i could have removed the rod up your ass that is making you mad that you got beat up in a fucking wrestling federation!"
L: "I'm angry -you plastic-faced calculator!- because you walked out after my match and kicked me in the back of the head before throwing me onto a pyrotechnics table and i want to know why you'd do that!"
M.A.X: "You honestly think I fucking remember!?"
The whole arena is quiet for a few, long seconds.
L: "What? Of course i do!"
The cold, metallic sound of a computer trying to imitate laughter echoes throughout the arena.
M.A.X: "This is the fucking problem with you people-"
L: "What "people"?"
M.A.X: "Just people, carbon based lifeforms -because you prove it's not just humans- they all try to be so logical, you refuse to accept the inherently illogical way in which we all act. Miss Verez, I have no earthly -or any other planetly- idea of why i attacked you, maybe i was miffed that a man i thought i had taken care of regained consciousness just long enough to get to the ring and lose the match for me, maybe i saw someone hot walk by and whoever was in the ring was the closest i could get to jacking it in this genderless garbagebody, or maybe i just got "Despacito" stuck in my head again and needed to get it out. Those are my three best guesses, take your pick."
L: "So you're just going to attack whoever is closest whenever you get the slightest urge or you're annoyed?"
M.A.X starts walking towards the ring while staring down L with a malicious grin, answering with a shrug.
M.A.X: "That's the basic gist, yeah."
L: “I won’t let you go around throwing your violence around.”
M.A.X: “Oh, you and what army, your intergalactic version of the super best friends?”
L: “I don’t need an army to take out a damn trash can!”
Crowd: “YEAH!!!”
M.A.X: “...Prove it!”
The words are snarled out before M.A.X throws away the mic and starts striding towards the ring.
From the back comes three of M.A.X’s white-clad handlers rushing towards him, followed closely by Spencer Adams himself.
Adams: “Stop that thing before it ruins the blow-off match, you stormtrooper wannabes!”
The handlers reach M.A.X right as he gets to ringside, trying to push him away.
Digger: “Wait, what the fuck is the tranny doing!?”
Garcia: “She’s running the ropes!”
Reid: “SPACEWOMAN PLANCHA!!! L TAKING OUT EVERYONE!”
Spencer urgently gestures for security from the back as M.A.X struggles to rise from the heap of white armor, grabbing the ankle of the already standing L and swinging her bodily into the side of the ring.
She rises before the security arrives, one of the handlers pulling out a remote ad pressing a large red button that causes M.A.X’s rising form to slump -deactivated- right as L hits him in the head with kick, causing it to spin a couple times in its socket before the body collapses to the ground.
At that point the security finally gets to the two, pulling L away from the fallen android as the three handler pick him up and start to carry him to the back.
Reid: “From an unprovoked attack to and all-out brawl, this this is heating up fast!”
Digger: “Good, I can’t wait to see the UCI’s resident warmachine tear that immigrant cunt a new one!”
Garcia: “Uhh, Digger, you do realize she’s an actual alien, right? Not just an “illegal alien”.”
Digger: “...Shut your fucking mouth, Jimbo” |
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