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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:21:34 GMT -6
Opening segment
With a twang of a guitar riff, “I need a hero”by Bonnie Tyler hits. The crowd go slightly bananas as the two GENTS come flying through the curtain. They fist bump on the ramp and Jenson is carrying a claymore broadsword because why not?
Garcia: Here are our specialist consultants guys! They’ve been hinting backstage they might have an announcement!
Digger: Please let it be they’re retiring!
Reid: I heard it’s something to do with literally nothing important. Like Jenson has an opening in his D&D game or something.
Garcia: Yeah, Digger died and left the game in a ludicrous display of bad sportsmanship.
Digger:THAT SAVING ROLL WAS ADEQUATE! I HAD A SHIELD OF PROTECTION ON ME THAT GAVE ME A PLUS 3 TO MY ROLL!
Garcia: Aha
Digger: What I meant to say was, those nerds have a game open? Who’d play that? Other than nerds?
Reid: Of course.
Digger: Shut up nerd. Sports. Yeah, sports. how about them Nets eh? Doing well this season.
Reid: Season hasn’t started yet, Digger.
Digger: I SAID SHUT UP NERD!
The GENTS have a mic each and are soaking in the atmosphere of the Brooklyn crowd. Who are as snarky as ever.
Teo: Good evening Brooklyn!
Jenson: Huzzah!
Teo: Well, Rite of Passage. That was kinda interesting wasn’t it?
Jenson: Huzzah!
Teo: I mean, we had a match. My knee is still screwed up though, so I doubt I can do that again.
Jenson; Huz…
Teo: No, no. Not on this one AJ.
Jenson: Sorry, I was getting carried away, on account of all the adrenaline. It felt good to get back out there Teo. It felt good to bash some heads!
Teo: Yeah, it’s a shame we had to tie that local talent up though. They should have just taken the money.
Jenson: Oh, they did. I forgot to tell you that.
Teo: So we tied up a couple of guys after paying them so we could take their place? No wonder they didn’t put up a fight.
Jenson: Yup.
Jenson goes white and then looks terrified.
Jenson: Er, did you untie them at all by any chance?
Teo: Nope. I thought you were going to?
Jenson: We might not wanna go back to Japan for a bit.
Teo: OK, good call. However, confessing to a kidnapping of two japanese wrestlers isn’t exactly why we’re here is it AJ?
Jenson: No, no. We have an announcement.
Teo: A statement of intent
Jenson; Something that will shock the world.
Teo; A revelation!
Jenson: Indeed!
Jenson leans in close to Teo and they talk in hushed tones.
Jenson: What is it again?
Teo: The signing man, the signing. We rehearsed this.
Jenson: Which signing?
Teo: You know? The guy we’re tryna negotiate with? The champ.
Jenson: Oh. OK OK.
Jenson turns back to the crowd
Jenson: Our announcement is that we’re in exclusive negotiations with none other than the man who won a title and then promptly left, the one, the only...KYLE CAM…
Teo cuts him off, they come back close.
Teo: No, no, not that one. The other one. The Intercontinental one.
Jenson: Oh YEAH!
Jenson turns to the crowd again.
Jenson: We’re in exclusive negotiations to bring back CALVIN HA..
Teo stops him again.
Teo: Never mind, I’ll do it. Ladies and gentlemen we are bringing back...
They are cut off by System by Korn hitting the speakers. Vincent Pryde and K L Henson both come storming out of the curtain, Pryde calls for the music to be cut.
Pryde: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You are not just about to say Sam Kidsgrove? You are seriously not about to just say Sam Kidsgrove?
Henson: I don’t think they were, I’m pretty positive they weren’t.
Pryde: I know right? I know they aren’t about to say it because, and this is an NBW EXCLUSIVE BIT OF BREAKING NEWS PEOPLE, Sam Kidsgrove is in exclusive negotiations with me. He’s talking to me, he wants to be in NBW. He wants to join the REVOLUTION.
Jenson: Really? Sam Kidsgrove? The Hollywood A lister? The Intercontinental champion? He wants to join you and your lot?
Pryde: Yes! Why wouldn’t he? We are going to be the HOTTEST new property in all of wrestling.
Jenson: Aha. Hottest? OK.
Teo: The only way you guys will be the hottest is if you start broadcasting your shows from Mount Vesuvius.
Jenson: That’s pretty hot. I’d have said Mount Doom.
Teo: From Lord of the Rings?
Jenson: Yeah.
Teo: That’s pretty hot.
Henson: Do these pair always do this?
Pryde: Yeah, they think that going off on a tangent makes it funny or something. To be honest, I’m growing tired of the funny.
Henson: This is why the show is going downhill, this is why I’m here.
Pryde: Wanna spice it up a little?
Henson: Sure.
Pryde: OK. Let’s do this.
On saying this, three figures come flying from the crowd. The Snake Pit, who we saw in the tag team match at Rite of passage and another, a quite big looking guy in a mask. They fly into the ring, all holding weapons and start laying into the Gents from behind.
Garcia: THE GENTS JUST GOT BLINDSIDED DIGGER
Digger: Yep, that luchador seems familiar though.
Reid: No idea who it is, all I know is they are viciously attacking the Gents with chairs.
The crowd boo wildly as the Gents are overwhelmed. Jenson is being double teamed by the Snake Pit while the masked guy is keeping Teo busy. The Snake Pit eventually manage to get Jenson tied up in the ropes. With a sadistic smile, they both flip the bird to Jenson who struggles against the ropes.
Garcia: Oh no, they’re not?
Digger: I like it!
All three men now are on Teo, who’s valiantly trying to fight back but is being overwhelmed. They continually hit him with chair shots after chair shots as the crowd really hate what’s going on. One Brooklyn native actually tries to jump the barricade to try and save Teo but is quickly taken out by security. Teo, meanwhile has his leg draped over the bottom rope, with a chair placed over his knee. The snake pit are holding him down as Jenson screams from the other side of the ring what seems to be Orcish obscenities.
Garcia: This is a heinous attack! Surely someone needs to stop this!
Digger: Take out both of these clowns! Who really cares anyway?
Garcia: What? Like that?
Digger: THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!
Reid: No!
Garcia: THAT’S SICK! TEO DEL SOL MIGHT NEVER BE THE SAME! THE BIG MASKED GUY JUST LAUNCHED HIMSELF OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A CHAIR AND PLOUGHED THROUGH TEO’S LEG.
Digger: No, not only that Jimmy.
Garcia: You’re kidding me? The Snake Pit are doing it too?
Digger: Yup! All three of them are having a go at the leg!
After all three of them launch off the top rope through Teo’s leg, they leave the ring, taunting Jenson on the way out, they hop the barriers and leave the arena through the crowd. Pryde and Henson stand on the ramp while the crowd boo them all the way to hell and back. Pryde smirks as Jenson finally frees himself to go tend to his friend. Jenson stares a hole through Pryde as Pryde and Henson turn around and walk up the ramp and through the curtain without even looking back. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:22:37 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:24:08 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Ginger Red vs. Matt Angel
Jimmy Garcia: Our first match is going to be a Rising Stars Match!! This should be one kick-ass match!!
Gravedigger: You are absolutely soooo annoying!!!
Sebastian Reid: Yes!! The match itself will feature two competitors... Ginger Red and Matt Angel!!
Gravedigger: HA!!! Sebastian agrees!!
Sebastian Reid: What?! I agreed to nothing!!
Gravedigger: You did too! You said yes!!
Sebastian Reid: I said yes to the match being kick-ass!!
Gravedigger: So, you don't think Jimmy Garcia is an annoying jackass?!
Sebastian Reid: .... Welllll??
Jimmy Garcia: SEBASTIAN!!
Gravedigger: HAHAHAHA!!!
The stage lights burn red as "I'm Gonna Getcha Good" by Shania Twain plays through the PA system. Once the beat hits, the southern redhead, Ginger Red makes her way to the stage with a toothpick hanging out of her mouth, throwing up the horns. She high fives the fans as she makes her way down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Coming down to the ring... from Greensville, South Carolina!! Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds. This is The Red Queen... GINGEEEEER REEEEEEDDDDD!!!
Once she gets to the ring, she runs up the stairs, and throws up the horns one more time for the crowd before jumping over the top rope into the ring. She takes the toothpick out of her mouth and stretches to prepare for the match.
Sebastian Reid: We have The Red Queen... Ginger Red. Now we need her opponent, Matt Angel.
"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.
Taylor Lorde: Her opponent... From Venice Beach, California. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds... This is Matt Angel!!
He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.
Gravedigger: This should be interesting.
[DING-DING]
Both competitors circle the ring. Matt Angel charges towards Ginger Red...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Spinning backhand makes The Red Queen stumble back!!
Matt Angel sees an advantage, so he hurries ahead.
Sebastian Reid: Not so fast!!
Ginger Red turns her head quickly, catching Matt Angel with a dropkick.
The Queen of the Ranch grabs her opponent and flinging him into the ropes.
Matt Angel bounces off the ropes, ducks an errant clothesline from Ginger Red, leaps onto ring ropes spring-boards off...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Springboard Forearm Smash!!
Matt Angel stands up, grabbing The Red Queen...
Jimmy Garcia: A ROLL UP!!!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEE... NOOOOOO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Both individuals stand up and Matt Angel attempts an enziguri...
WHOOSH...
Sebastian Reid: Matt Angel misses with a enziguri!!
Ginger Red ducks Angel's leg. The Red Queen quickly bolts to the nearest corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle. No wasting any time, Ginger Red flies off the turnbuckle and hits a prone Matt Allen with a flying elbow.
Gravedigger: The Red Queen is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEE!!!! NOOOOOO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Ginger Red stands up, picks up Matt Angel...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Jimmy Garcia: Matt Angel nails Ginger Red with a DDT.
Angel follows that up with running to the ropes springboarding OFF those ropes...
Jimmy Garcia: STUNNER!!
Matt Angel falls backwards into the corner.
Gravedigger: The Red Queen is hauling ass over to a corner!! Climbing up to the top turnbuckle.
Sebastian Reid: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!?!
Ginger flies from one corner to the other corner, which was across the ring!
Jimmy Garcia: Broken Compass!!
That impact causes Matt Angel to trip and stagger, barely knowing where he was...
WHOOSH-WHAM!!
Gravedigger: Superman Elbow!!
Matt Angel crashes down to the mat!!
Jimmy Garcia: The Red Queen is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of the match... The Red Queen.... Ginger Red!!! |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:24:51 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:25:44 GMT -6
Killing Floor Qualifier Avery Miles III vs. Lady Enchantra
Taylor Lorde: The following is scheduled for one fall!
Lady E's music plays and she comes out with her massive minion/manager ManThing. As they go to the ring, she points to the jeering crowd, wiggling her fingers and hexing them. She also has ManThing to grab anti-Lady E signs and rip them up for her. When she gets to the ring, ManThing steps over the top rope and parts them for her, allowing her easy access inside. She then plays to the jeering massive, hisses at them, and hurls more hexes at them.
Jimmy Garcia: Second match in for Enchantra! Not able to come away with a win in her debut, but this Killing Floor qualifier is a HUGE opportunity!
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.
Sebastian Reid: AM3 still undefeated in UCI. A win here would make a big time statement and put Avery against the big dogs in UCI for the first time.
Jimmy Garcia: Well, looks like we’re wasting no time here!
DING DING DING!!
Enchantra grins at Avery who paces around her, but she charges forward and hits a dashing headbutt to AM3.
Gravedigger: Cheap shot, I like it!
Enchantra turns around and lets out a witch-like cackle, before turning back and running right into.
Sebastian Reid: Spinning heel kick from Avery Miles III!
Jimmy Garcia: That cheap shot may work on others, but Avery is right back into this!
The crowd pops as Avery smiles at them a bit before turning his attention to the top rope.
Gravedigger: Looking to punch his ticket to Killing Floor early right now, can he do it?
Avery steadies himself on the top before flying through the air.
Sebastian Reid: SHOOTING STAR DOUBLE KNEE TO THE GUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Put a fork in this one!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Avvvvery Miles III!
Gravedigger: Making it look easy out here.
Sebastian Reid: Killing Floor won’t be quite that simple, but Avery Miles will now headline one of the biggest matches in UCI! |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:26:20 GMT -6
Karlie Nash segment
Tracy is standing outside Karlie’s dressing room. Karlie walks up with Evelyn and Anna on each arm.
Tracy: Well it looks like you're back to your old self.
Karlie: Yeah, This is Evelyn and Ann, they have been taking care of we all week.
Ann: It’s nice to meet you Tracy.
Tracy: its nice to meet you both.
Evelyn: I guess it's time for us to go to our seats, good luck tonight.
Ann: Evelyn and I have a special celebration planned for after the show.
Karlie: I can hardly wait.
Karlie kisses Ann and Evelyn and they walk off.
Tracy: So about your match tonight.
Karlie: Oh I don’t care about the match, the only thing I care about is getting the match over with so I can go be with Evelyn and Ann.
Tracy: But if you win you may be in line for.
Karlie cuts Tracy off.
Karlie: In line for what finding out who I’m losing to at the next Overload, all that matters is showing up and getting paid.
Karlie walks past Tracy and enters her locker room. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:31:12 GMT -6
Syxx Gibbler vs Karlie Nash
Jimmy Garcia: Another exciting match-up on its way as new recruit Syxx Gibbler -- one-half of the gold-hungry Fuck. Money. Kill! alongside Jessica Buck -- takes on veteran Cougar Hunter Karlie Nash in her first sinlges matchup here in UCI!
Gravedigger: Karlie Nash has had a rocky career path, but not one person on this whole roster is as tenacious as she is! She's got the heart of a champion, and she proves that every time she steps into the ring!
Sebastian Reid: So she does, Gravedigger; but Syxx Gibbler is an experienced wrestler and a veteran manager in her own right. If there's one thing we can count on, it's that the action is going to be fast and furious here tonight!
MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS LIGHT THE STAGE AFIRE LIKE SOME MASSIVE HOLLYWOOD BLOCKBUSTER! As the smoke stagnates on the ramp, Neil Cicigera's “Bustin” begins to play. A female form bounces up and down on the rampway, wired and ready to go. Coming out from the smoke is none other than Syxx Gibbler wearing her aviator sunglasses. Over her red singlet is a t-shirt that reads the “Jews is on the loose,” and matching red sports coat. As she stands along the simmering smoke, the scene slows down as a fan blows on the stage, making her hair and jacket sway in the wink as she holds out her arms to take in the chance at the spotlight. Still in slow mo, she turns her back to the camera as more explosions go off behind her and she turns to the camera, pulls down her glasses and winks at the camera. This display ends as she makes her way to the ring with an erratic strut.
Taylor Lorde: LAAAADIIIEEES AAAAAND GENTLEMEEENNN! The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! First to the ring, standing five-foot-five and weighing in at one-hundred-ten pounds; hailing from Irvine, California -- she is one-half of Fuck. Money. Kill! -- SYYYYXXX GIBBLLEEERRR!!!!
The self-proclaimed “Cocaine Legalization Activist” saunters down to the ring, wired as all fuck. Her pupils are wide and the whites of her eyes are blood shot as she rolls along the rampway, slapping high fives with fans. Once at ringside, She puts her shades in her jacket pocket before removing the jacket entirely and placing it at the time keeper's desk. She climbs up the steel steps before stopping on the apron. She she slowly pulls off her t-shirt, throwing it into the crowd for some lucky fan to take. Instead of climbing between the ropes, Gibbler climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and mounts it. She looks over at her fans before pulling the zipper to her singlet down to just above her belly button ...which gets a sizable reaction from the crowd as she gives a coy little smile (as if she didn't know what she was doing.) She hops backwards into the ring as she prepares for her match.
Jimmy Garcia: WHOA! That is a... um... a very arousing way to enter the ring.
Gravedigger: You mean hot, Jimbo. The bitch is hot! My girl Karlie better watch out -- I think she's got competition for my affections!
Sebastian Reid: You're a pig.
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage to a loud boo from the audience!
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent! Standing five-foot-eleven and weighing in at one-hundred, seventy-two pounds; hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota -- she is the Cougar Hunter -- KAAARRRLLIIIEEE NAASSHH!!!!
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.
DING! DING! DING!
Jimmy Garcia: There's the bell -- and Karlie Nash explodes out of her corner, charging into Syxx with a shoulder check! Gibbler drops to the canvas -- Nash takes a handful of hair and pulls her back up! The referee getting in Karlie's face, warning her about the hair.
With a sneer, Karlie releases her grip on her opponent's hair. Never taking her eyes off the ref, she wraps her arms around Gibbler's waist, and lifts her up... and over to slam back down to the canvas.
Gravedigger: Gutwrench suplex from Karlie Nash! If she'd showed this kind of aggression against Bonnie Blue, that World Title scene would look very different today! Nash with a cover here...
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Sebastian Reid: Kickout from Syxx Gibbler! She's got plenty left in the tank this early in the match, but that near fall didn't make things any easier. Karlie Nash has a sixty-two pound advantage -- and that's almost all muscle -- over the petite Syxx. Every strike and every throw is going to take its toll.
Gibbler is back on her feet and warily circling the Cougar Hunter, looking for any opening. A cocky smile appears on Karlie's face, and she leans back, holding up her arms and beckoning to her opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: It looks like Nash is inviting Syxx to take a free shot -- but I wouldn't trust her!
Gravedigger: Gibbler does, though, and walks right into a trap! Karlie pulls Syxx in, and manhandles her into a spinebuster! And she's still not through! The Cougar Hunter follows up with a cobra clutch! This is a new level from Karlie Nash -- obviously inspired by seeing me destroy half of UCI's upper echelon at WAR last night!
Sebastian Reid: Uh... yeah, clearly. Syxx Gibbler, meanwhile, struggling to break free of Karlie's hold. And lucky for her -- she's close enough to the ropes to force a rope break!
As soon as she's free, Syxx suddenly comes to life, firing off punch after punch at Karlie's face; doing little damage, but gaining ground bit by bit. Finally tiring of it, Nash pushes Gibbler away. And Gibbler comes right back, charging across the ring at Karlie with a running knee lift!
Jimmy Garcia: Running knee lift from Syxx Gibbler and the tides have turned! Now Karlie Nash is on the defensive as her opponent capitalizes on her newfound momentum! Springboard bulldog and Nash is down! Gibbler with the cover!
Gravedigger: Only a one-count, but Syxx doesn't let up! She's got Karlie's arm bent into a chickenwing... camel clutch! That could be devastating if Gibbler gets it locked in!
Sebastian Reid: Big if, Gravedigger! Nash applies all the brute force at her disposal here in trying to dislodge the smaller Syxx -- but Gibbler has the leverage and keeps the hold on!
Even so, Karlie manages, at last, to power herself upright and staggers backward, straight into the nearest corner.
Jimmy Garcia: OOOHH! Nash just crushed Gibbler against those turnbuckles! Syxx still holding on!
Gravedigger: Not for long! Karlie into the corner again! That one definitely knocked the wind out of her opponent -- but she's going for one more!
Finally, Syxx Gibbler loses her grip on Karlie Nash and slumps against the middle 'buckle.
Sebastian Reid: Here comes a big boot from the Cougar Hunter!
Jimmy Garcia: And there goes -- Wait! I can't believe it! Syxx Gibbler ducked under Karlie's boot! Nash is trapped in the corner -- and here comes a clothesline from Syxx!
Gravedigger: Bad news for my girl Karlie as Gibbler mounts the turnbuckle and positions herself carefully...
But suddenly -- the Cougar Hunter reaches out to rake Syxx Gibbler's eyes!
Sebastian Reid: Eye rake, and of course the ref doesn't see it!
Blinded, Gibbler stumbles out of the corner, rubbing at her eyes. Nash isn't about to let her get away that easily, though. A kick to the midsection doubles Syxx over...
Jimmy Garcia: We've seen this before! Here it comes...
Gravedigger: Double underhook piledriver! The Upper-Body Injury! And a cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall -- KAAARRLLIIIEEE NAAASSHH!!!!
"War Machine" by AC/DC hits the speakers as Karlie shrugs off the ref and raises her arms to a booing crowd, an arrogant smirk on her face. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:32:02 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:32:56 GMT -6
Karlie Nash segment #2
Karlie is leaving the Barclays Center with Ann and Evelyn, as Dani Applegate came running over.
Dani: Karlie any comments about your match tonight.
Karlie: Sorry Dani, but I don't have time for an interview right now, my lady friends and I have somewhere to be.
Karlie, Ann, and Evelyn exit the Barclays Center and make their way to Evelyn’s care, Karlie noticed a woman standing by her car, Karlie nods to her, Karlie, Ann, And Evelyn drive off.
The woman dials her phone.
Hello, Yeah it Miranda, yeah I made it to Brooklyn, Ms. Nash, she may prove to be one of our harder converts, but I’m confident that given time I can convert her to our ways. I have to go, I’ll call you from to next city with a further update. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:36:19 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Jack Schlongson (c) vs. Araceli Solack
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen. For those just tuning in, we're heading into our only title defense of the night.
Sebastian Reid: Yeah, it'll be Jack Schlongson's first defense of his newly gained Television Title, and this might be our way of truly finding out what kind of champion he is going to be.
Gravedigger: What are you talking about? He is already a GREAT champion. He had to win it by getting over on four other people, whats a better way to start a championship reign other than that?
Jimmy Garcia: Some might say that Jack might have an unfair advantage with his entourage, Rekt 'Em, always in his corner.
Gravedigger: Are you suggesting that our fair Television Champion would cheat?!
Jimmy Garcia: Yes.
Gravedigger: Eat a dick, Jimmy.
The arena lights turn a deep shade of purple as the opening riff of “Act One, Scene One” by The Fall of Troy players over the speakers. As the drums kick in and the first verse begins, Araceli Solack charges out from behind the curtain, tailed by her nebbish agent Nolan Pearce. The pair rush down to the ring with no thought given to theatrics until after Araceli ascends the ringside steps and walks across the apron. Nolan, red-faced and struggling to catch his breath, forces a smile to his face and circles the ringside area, awkwardly attempting to shake hands with fans and offering his card to anyone who’ll take it. Meanwhile, Araceli makes her way across the apron over to about halfway between the two ring posts facing the hard camera and takes a seat on the middle rope before pausing for a second. She blows a kiss to the audience before arching her back forward and slipping the upper half of her body between the middle and top ropes. Then, she pulls her lower half into the ring between the same pair of ropes and lands on her feet, stumbling a bit. She dusts herself off and makes her way to her corner as Nolan continues to offer his talents to practically everyone in the front row.
Sebastian Reid: Araceli looks ready for her shot at the Television title.
Jimmy Garcia: One would hope from someone who has established themselves as something of a fierce competitor.
Gravedigger: Fierce maybe, but as smart as Jack? I doubt it.
The lights die down until the entire arena is shrouded in darkness. A swelling of orchestral instrumentation rises into a crescendo before erupting in a grand classical rendition of "Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma plays over the sound system and a spotlight hits the entrance ramp revealing Jack in a black mask that wrapped around his entire head aside from the mouth. A full black bodysuit made to look like body armor clings tightly to his body and a black leather jacket is draped over his shoulders.
Jimmy Garcia: Is he doing a Batman theme this week, Sebastian?
Sebastian Reid: Actually, Jack informed me before the show tonight that he is highlighting the legacy of a rather under recognized hero by the name of Midnighter, a rather violent anti-hero type from Wildstorm comics, which later became an imprint of DC. The Midnighter is a gay hero created by famed writer Warren Ellis.
The spotlight spreads its scope to reveal the three members of Rekt 'Em wearing body tights with a gold and white color scheme and a sun or star symbol at the chest.
Sebastian Reid: And I imagine that would be Apollo, Midnighter's lover. See, Jack has made it clear that he finds it is better to make Gay characters than to make characters gay since when a character is change, it feels like a condescending act to 'throw them a bone'. He feels that its important to take those under utilized characters that are already gay is a failure on the industry's part, and thus has taken it upon himself to use the platform to bring attention to such a character.
The team makes their way down the entrance, Jack throwing off his jacket, paying no mind to the anger of the fans.
Gravedigger: See, this is what I am talking about. This man does his research, a real intellect.
Jimmy Garcia: Yes, but is his intellect good enough to over come Solack's full force striking?
Jack leaps onto the ring apron, looks back out to the audience and tears of his mask to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. He slips between the top and middle rope and moves to the center of the ring with a jump in his step. Rekt 'Em, as usual, stays to the outside. Jack, once done with taunting the audience, moves to his respective corner.
Sebastian Reid: This being our only title bout of the night, its shaping up to be a hell of a match.
Taylor Lorde moves to the center of the ring.
Taylor Lorde: This match is for the UCI Television Title. Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Kraków, Poland by way of Lisbon, Portugal: ARACELI SOLACK!
Solack steps forward with her fist raised to a raucous reply from the audience before stepping back into her corner.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing next, the current Television Champion, hailing from 'Your Wildest Dreams', California: JACK "THE CRACK" SCHLONGSON.
Jack raises the TV title over his head as he steps forward, receiving the brunt of the audience's hatred. He hands the title over before stepping back into his corner.
Sebastian Reid: Like him or not, Jack might be one of the toughest competitors to get one over on. With only one loss on his record, he's come back to an undefeated streak so far.
Jimmy Garcia: That might be so, but Araceli has started out on the right foot with her debut, much like Jack did, and could be the start of the downfall for the Rainbow King if she can get the upper hand early on.
DING! DING!
As the bell sounds the two competitors begin circling the ring, sizing each other up.
Sebastian Reid: It'd be pretty safe to assume that this match probably won't start out with a classic collar elbow tie-up. Araceli is a pretty wild opponent, it wouldn't behoove Jack to try to get too close too soon, especially to play a game that I don't think Solack would go for.
Solack makes the first move, running and diving at Jack's feet, but Jack is quick to leap out of the way, agile enough to turn as he recoils away from the immediate threat that is Solack. Solack is quick to readjust herself and resume the intense circling.
Jimmy Garcia: An ambitious first move by Araceli, but might have been all for not now that Jack knows her strategy to take the match.
Sebastian Reid: He may know, but whether or not he'll be able to keep up that speed to avoid her is a different story entirely. If he slips up and Solack can start working over the legs of Jack, thats a hefty portion of his arsenal that goes right out of the window, not to mention how it takes out a great deal of mobility on his part.
As they move, Solack changes her approach and slowly encroaches on Jack's space, closing the gap between the two. Jack keeps side stepping until Solack manages to move, directing Jack into a corner. She gives a hard kick to Jack's thighs. Jack tries to defend, but with another kick, he finds himself against the turnbuckle. After a few more kicks, she follows up with a hard spinning backfist to the side of Jack's head which knocks him into a quick daze.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, it seems that Jack wasn't quite as aware of his position in the ring as he should of been and has now landed himself in a dangerous spot where he can't escape the striking offense of Solack.
Solack takes a few steps back before she comes back running, taking a large leap into the corner, only to meet with the turnbuckle as Jack drops down last minute and rolls out of the ring. He looks out at the audience and points at his head to signify his intelligence.
Gravedigger: Shows what you know, Jimmy! Jack took a hit but for a big return by using Solack's forward offense against her. Now he can work on keeping his distance.
Sebastian Reid: Seemed like more desperation than strategy to me, Digger.
Gravedigger: Oh, shut up, Reid. Clearly you don't have the insight to understand the complex mind of The Crack.
Jack slides back into the ring as Solack is reeling from the hard crash to the chest. Jack gets behind Solack, grabbing her by the shoulder and spins her around before nailing her in the jaw with a stiff european uppercut. She tries to come back with a right hook, but Jack interrupts with a quick forearm strike. Again, she reels a fist in desperation and Jack retaliates with a block and a forearm. The blow sends Solack stumbling backwards allowing Jack to capitalize by grabbing her arm and whipping her into the ropes. When she comes running back, Jack leaps up and hits a solid flying knee to the face, an audible 'oh' escapes from the crowd.
Sebastian Reid: Seems Jack is using that slip up from Solack to his full advantage here, sending Solack to the mat with that devastating knee.
Jack leaps over the body so he is facing away and whips back, flying through the air and hitting a crisp standing moonsault, going for the pin.
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Jimmy Garcia: Jack might have underestimated his opponent by going for the pin so early.
Sebastian Reid: A strange mistake for someone who is so use to being underestimated.
Gravedigger: Doesn't matter, just give it another minute or two and Jack will manage to take Araceli out no problem.
Jack complains to the referee, taking his focus off of Solack and allowing her to groggily get back to her feet. Jack turns around and is hit with a front chop block, sending him flipping forward and grabbing his leg in pain.
Sebastian Reid: Great move by Solack, gaining some time to recover and dealing a hard blow to Jack. If she can move fast, the favor of this match could change drastically.
Solack grabs Jack by the hair and forces him to his feet, making Jack hop slightly on one foot before Solack delivers a hard kick to it, causing it more damage. With a few more to good measure, she follows up the kick by running back, bouncing off the ropes and delivering a hard low dropkick to Jack's foundation leg, knocking him over and forcing him to clutch both of his legs.
Jimmy Garcia: That strategy we mentioned before being played out right now. If she can continue with it, Jack's chances for a victory might be dwindling before our very eyes.
Gravedigger: C'mon, Jack! Show her why you're the champ!
Solack, the first to her feet, again pulls Jack up to his. She grabs his left leg and lifts it up before twisting it for a dragon screw. Jack yells out in pain, but Solack doesn't let go, keeping her grip tight on that leg and she rises to her own feet, bring Jack along with her before hitting another Dragon Screw.
Sebastian Reid: That has to be doing some hard damage to Jack's leg. If he doesn't start fighting back, there is a chance he might not be able to end this with his Ahegao Drop.
Gravedigger: If he can't use that, he'll find another way! Jack is a resilient man!
Solack gets up, holding onto the leg, and kicks the back of the knee multiple times before pulls Jack up too. She aims for another Dragon Screw, but Jack hops up and hits an enziguri. Solack is knocked into a daze, but doesn't fall.
Sebastian Reid: Speaking of resilience from both sides, Jack moving quick to keep from suffering a hard blow, but Araceli Solack refusing to go down, even despite the size difference and the blow delivered to the back of her head.
Jack gets back to his feet, sees the dazed Solack and toughs out his pained leg to get a running start to deliver a flying calf kick, finally taking down his opponent. He goes for another pin.
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Sebastian Reid: I think Jack has just realized the kind of challenge he is facing her in his first defense.
Jimmy Garcia: An amazing showing by Solack, keeping herself in this match up and even managing to knock Jack back a few pegs in the process.
Both opponents are slow to stand, but eventually reach an upright position at the same time. Jack goes for a swing, but Solack ducks and delivers a body blow to Jack. Jack returns with another attempt, but is met with the same result. Jack goes to black, but Solack changes up with a blow to the head. Solack pushes Jack back into the ropes and as he returns, hits him with a jumping roundhouse kick. He crashes to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: ERR 404!
Solack goes for the pin.
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Jimmy Garcia: SEE! DID YOU SEE THAT? Rekt 'Em interfering like I knew they would!
Gravedigger: Huh? What? I didn't see anything, I was busy checking my phone.
Jimmy Garcia: OH COME ON!
Jack gets to his feet and reorients himself before seeing Solack on the outside. The Rekt 'Em crew clears out of the way as Jack slides out and pulls Solack to her feet and throwing her back in.
Sebastian Reid: With that little bit of dirty pool from the outside, Jack might have the opening he needs to turn this match in his favor.
Gravedigger: You don't give the guy enough credit. I'm sure he could've kicked out on his own and turned it around by himself if he wanted to.
Jimmy Garcia: So you admit you saw him use outside help?
Gravedigger: Huh? Jimmy, you're doing that mumbling thing again, I can't understand a word you're saying.
Jack pulls Solack to her feet and delivers a hard knife edge chop. He grabs her by the arm and whips her into the ropes. On the come back, he hits her with an arm drag, but she is quick to recover charging at him, but is met with another arm drag, but the momentum sends her back to her feet and she makes another attempt, but this time he flips her over with a japanese arm drag.
Sebastian Reid: Those arm drags may not be devastating, but its keeping Solack off balance, and if she keeps charging in, someone as quick and agile as Jack will have no problem mounting an offense like that until it wears her down. Where Jack really shines is his ability to utilize momentum. For all his aerial moves and quick technical grappling, Jack tends to outlast his opponents with his patience.
Jimmy Garcia: True, there are a number of times, when part of #TeamRekless, that he would sit at ring-side until the last possible moment and score the winning pin. If his opponents get impatient, he can definitely begin to play on that.
When Solack gets up for the third time, she continues to charge in, but this time met with a roaring elbow from Jack, clocking her in the head. He is quick to pull her in, placing an arm around the back of her neck and cinching her in before throwing a hard snap suplex and going for the pin.
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Gravedigger: BOOOOOOO! C'mon Jack, finish her!
Jimmy Garcia: It seems, despite his best attempts, he can't put her away for the three.
Jack, not wasting anytime, grabs Solack by the head and places one leg against her throat before turning over for a triangle choke.
Sebastian Reid: TWINK LOCK! COULD THIS BE IT?!
Jack seems to be really pulling on the back of Solack's head, driving her deeper into the lock. She tries to fight, but Jack keeps slamming his other leg into her back to keep her down. She struggles, but her fight seems to fade as her body goes limp.
The ref gets in close and checks her before lifting her arm up and letting it drop.
ONE!
Jimmy Garcia: It seems Jack has knocked Araceli out and the ref now has to force the submission.
The referee lifts the hand again and lets it drop.
TWO!
Gravedigger: See, it was only a matter of time before the mind of Jack got the better of her.
The referee lifts the arm again, but when he lets go, it stays in place and tightens into a fist before Solack pushes forward and forces Jack into a pin.
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Jack, losing a bit of his cool, stands up and forcefully grabs Araceli by the hair, but as she rises, she gives a swift kick to the gut, making Jack double over in pain. She gives a stiff kick to the chest which stands Jack up straight before she grabs him by the head and lands a sit-out Jawbreaker. He clutches his jaw in pain and Solack rolls out of the ring to the apron where she sets herself up, eyeing Jack who is too distracted to notice her position. She leaps up, springboarding off the ropes and hitting her knee against Jack, sending him to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: NCR, she is going for the pin! Could she be the new TV Champion?!
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Sebastian Reid: It was looking grim for the current champion for a moment there.
Gravedigger: You guys keep doubting and keep doubting. It feels like I'm the only one at this table with half-a-brain.
Jimmy Garcia: No, thats very true. You are the only one with HALF a brain.
Gravedigger: Wait wha-WILL YOU SHUT IT, JIMMY!
Solack is in disbelief at Jack kicking out, both competitors tired from the hard fought battle, both taking their time getting to their feet. Solack manages it first and grabs Jack before he can get fully upright. She turns him around, crossing his arms in a straightjacket manner.
Jimmy Garcia: Could she be looking to hit Momento Mori?!
Jack manages to pull one of his arms out, but Solack pulls the other to spin him around and pull him in for a clothesline, but he ducks under and flips backwards, grabbing hold of Solack and hitting her with a back flip DDT.
Gravedigger: THERE IT IS! DDTSUNDERE! YOU KNOW WHATS COMING NEXT!
Jack turns Solack over, his breath heavy as he makes his way over and climbs the turnbuckle. Facing his opponent, he gesture for the end and flips forward, hitting a 450 Elbow drop.
Jimmy Garcia: AHEGAO DROP FROM THE CHAMPION! We've seen this end so many matches.
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Taylor Lorde: Your WINNER, and STILL Television Champion: JACK "THE CRACK" SCHLONGSON!
Rekt 'Em slides into the ring to congratulate Jack. Jack walks over to the ropes and demands both his belt and a microphone. Solack rolls out to ringside, met by her manager, who helps her walk off and up the entrance ramp.
Jimmy Garcia: Seems like we're about to get some words from the champ.
Gravedigger: And if you had any sense of respect, you'll keep your mouth shut while he is talking.
Jack grabs his title and the microphone before being hoisted onto the shoulders of his entourage. The crowd is livid as their angrily protest the victory of The Crack.
Jack Schlongson: Pout all you want, dearies, but it can't change what just happened!
The crowd erupts in a hail of hatred. Jack proudly displays the title defiantly until the clamoring dies down.
Jack Schlongson: Do you know what it means to be television champion? Its not just a mid-card title meant as a stepping stone. Its not just another achievement in a list for people to oggle. It is one of the hardest titles to keep hold of because the champion is contractually obligated to defend it EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK! It forces me to be a fighting champion, and no matter your feelings on me, it forces you to see me every week, to take notice of me and my accomplishment. There is no turning away, luvs, this is the reality of the situation.
The Crowd: SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! *Clap clap clapclapclap* SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! *Clap clap clapclapclap*
Jack Schlongson: None of that now, my sweets. I'm not talking right now for my health, I am making a point. See, a title in my hands not only elevates me, but with my determination and sense of purpose, I will elevate it as well. I said the week I went for it, I was going to raise this thing to heights no one else in that 5 way dance could dream of, because only I have the vision to do so!
The crowd slings more boos in the face of Jack's cocky declaration.
Jack Schlongson: But a title with such a purpose, one to be worn by someone as fabulous as me needs a bit more...flare to it. Gold is so gaudy! I think we need a more dynamic color range, wouldn't you agree?
Rekt 'Em sets their leader down. A ring attendant runs in and is given the Television title. He quickly whisks it away as Jack continues to speak.
Jack Schlongson: See, we need something that properly represents the vibrancy of not only the television screen and its multitude of colors, but the color I bring to the ring to break up the monotony of the same day-in and day-out attitudes. I want something that is a bit more, dare I say it, flamboyant.
The same ring attendant brings something in a sack and hands it over to Jack. Jack graciously takes it and holds it for all the camera's to see.
Jack Schlongson: That is why, I would like to introduce to you, my PERSONAL rendition of the Television title, something that just screams better fashion sense and matches by amazing personality.
Jack pulls on the opening and manages to get it wide enough to pull out what appears to be a belt, very similar to the original TV title, but this time with a rainbow title all across the plates, and red jewels encrusted along the rings, Jack's initials only slightly smalled than the logo they sit under. The leather strap is a hot pink that contrasts heavily to Jack's current black costume.
Jack Schlongson: This, this is the image you will see week in and week out until someone is good enough, strong enough, and smart enough to take this away from me. This title will come to represent the uniqueness of this reign and how it will come to change everything about this title from here on out!
"Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma plays over the sound system as Jack drops the microphone and moves out the ring to the back, all of Rekt 'Em following close behind. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:39:00 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:43:23 GMT -6
NBW segment
The titantron feed cuts to Vincent Pryde being annoyed by The Gents, when they hear a knock on the door.
Pryde: Oh finally, they've arrived! YOU MAY ENTAHH!!
Jenson: Why is he talking like that, Teo?
Teo: I don't know, but I'm a bit concerned.
The door opens, and three people walk in.
Pryde: Ahh, The Walker Family! How WONDERFUL it is to see you!
Teo: You get the d20, and I'll get the thermometer.
Jenson: Sounds like a plan.
Lance Walker: Mr. Pryde. Pleasure! I see The Gents are here as well.
Jenson: Hey, I know you! Weren't you a wrestler at one point?
Lance: Correct! A very decorated champion, indeed. But this isn't about me. This is about my son Allen, and my daughter, Terra.
Pryde: Yeeeeeees. The Bitter Siblings!
Allen: Yeah, yeah. We're here to turn your little charade into a legitimate promotion.
Terra: Don't be such a dickhead!
Lance: Both of you, wake up and get a grip! This is a professional conversation!
Pryde: That's quite all right, yeeeeeeeeees! So, two new signees, then? And both former champions! DELIGHTFUL!
Jenson: I'm scared, Teo.
Teo: Just hold your d20s close, in case anything happens.
Lance: Yes, with me as their manager. We plan on raising the bar of New Blood Wrestling, with my everlasting experience, and their immensely talented genes.
Pryde: Yeeeeeeeeees. Are they going to be a tag team then?
Lance: They're very flexible. They will take on any and all challengers.
Pryde: Tag team it is then, yeeeeeeeeees!
The three family members hesitate a bit and speak amongst themselves a bit, with the sound of a d20 rolling in the background. Pryde slams his hand over the d20.
Pryde: Excuse me, we are discussing important business!
The Gents stand back and freeze, as if they were stopped by an officer.
Lance: We will take your offer, Mr. Pryde!
Pryde: Please, call me Vince!
The family all react with displeasure.
Lance: I'd rather not think of my youngest when talking business.
Pryde: SPLENDID!!!
Lance stands back and holds his hands up with reluctance.
Lance: It was good speaking to you. We'll be talking again soon, yes?
Pryde: Oh yes! Now please leave me be, all of you! I have important business to attend to!
The Walker Family begin to exit the room, while the Gents are still frozen. Pryde glares at them.
Pryde: GET OUT!!!
The Gents quickly leave the room, the camera moving over to the backstage area with The Gents and The Walker Family.
Jenson: So, I rolled that d20. You wanted to discuss UCI business?
Allen: Yes, we did. The farther we are from that bloke, the better.
Teo: Well, come to our office! We have a lot to talk about!
Lance: Excellent! Let's get moving! Quickly, everyone!
Lance rushes everyone to the office, as the feed fades to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:44:32 GMT -6
Killing Floor Qualifier L Verez vs. Chuckles
Taylor Lorde: This next contest is a qualifying match for Killing Floor! Residing in the Fun House, weighing in at 180lbs, Chucklessss the Clown!!!
Gravedigger: A clown and an alien fighting for a shot at Killing Floor. I wanna go home…
As Chuckles is in the ring juggling, Tetris by DJ Dahi plays, but L Verez doesn't arrive to the stage. Her music stops, as Chuckles discontinues his juggling to grab a mic.
Chuckles: Invisible aliens? What's up with that!?
Gravedigger: Kill me now.
Sebastian Reid: This is a Killing Floor qualifying match, and L Verez hasn't showed up yet. This isn't like her at all.
Chuckles attempts to entertain the audience with balloon animals as Tetris plays again. Still no appearance from L Verez. The music stops, this time, the titantron showing L Verez storming through the backstage area, with who sounds like Vincent Walker behind the camera.
Vincent Walker: Are you sure you want to do this, L? You're giving up a shot at facing Andre Holmes, as well as Zombie McMorris and Kevin Bishop at Killing Floor.
L Verez: I know the caveat to this decision, and I'm not changing my mind. Bonnie and Alex are already in Killing Floor, and I'm also very confident that Damian will win his qualifying match as well. That's three people ready to take down that traitorous bastard Andre Holmes. Who I'm facing, everyone should know by now…
Vincent Walker: I guess I can't stop you then, can I…?
L doesn't answer, because of the door she is standing in front of. She knocks on the door.
 : WHO GOES THERE!?
L Verez: Someone very upset!
: Fun! Come on in!
The door opens to reveal The Gents, with Spencer Adams sitting in his office chair, instantly annoyed by her appearance, all of them getting a pleasant pop from the crowd. The camera switches to the ring for a couple moments to show Chuckles trying to get the crowd’s attention with the usual stereotypical clown tricks, but to no avail.
Spencer Adams: We meet again, L Verez. Can I guess what you're here for?
L Verez: I think you very well know why I'm here.
Teo Del Sol: Wait! Before you do! Jenson, where's the d20?
Spencer Adams: No! We don't need the damn d20!
The crowd boos at Spencer's rejection to the d20. Jenson shrugs and sits back to watch the fireworks.
Spencer Adams: First of all, I don't appreciate you no showing your match to interrupt me while I talk business with my coworkers. Second, I already know that you want a rematch with Corey Black. The bad news is that he doesn't want this rematch, or any match at all.
L Verez: I'm sorry about that, Spencer. I understand that I disqualified myself from Killing Floor, but after the way my match with Corey Black ended, I cannot let him get away with a draw! This match needs a definitive winner!
Spencer Adams: L, you already had your chance at the gold, and it didn't wor---
Spencer and L are caught off guard as they hear the sound of a d20 rolling on Spencer's desk, much to the delight of the crowd. The Gents speak in unison once it stops.
The Gents: Yes.
L Verez: Huh?
Spencer Adams: Excuse me?
Teo: L wanted an answer. The d20 provided.
Jenson: And that answer was yes! See how easy that was?
L Verez: I saw how easy that was!
Jenson: It saves you like 15 minutes, and 15 minutes can save you 15 percent or more on car insurance!
Teo: You're watching too many commercials, Jens--
Spencer Adams: Alright, stop! I'm not having this decision decided by a fucking dice--
L Verez: Die. Dice is the plural word.
Spencer Adams: Whatever! L, you had an opportunity at Killing Floor. You're always the one saying how you want opportunities!
L Verez: I'm sorry Spencer, but this is just more important to me personally! Everyone wants this match!
The crowd pops to the statement.
Teo: Yeah, I hear the approval from here. Makes my ears itchy.
Jenson: Maybe that means someone's talking about you?
Teo: I think that's constant sneezing.
Spencer Adams: Enough, you two! L, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and see what I can do about this rematch, but I can't promise anything.
L Verez: Where's Corey Black? I'll make sure he agrees to this match.
Spencer Adams: Oh, honey, he is avoiding you like the black plague right now. You can try all you want, but you're not going to find him anywhere.
L Verez: What about a cell phone call? That's something you humans do for contact.
Spencer Adams: Corey Black barely even knows his phone exists. It'll be a miracle if he calls.
L sighs with disappointed.
L Verez: Well, I guess that's fine. Thank you, Spencer. I know I've been a nuisance as of late, but I do appreciate you doing this for me.
Spencer Adams: Ahh, forget about all that. At least you come to my office asking for a match, instead of telling me that you don't want booked for the entire year… but I wouldn't be me if I didn't tell you to kindly get the hell out of my office!
L Verez: Gladly! Thanks again!
L and Walker exit the office, this time, without security having to escort them out.
Vincent Walker: Well, that went better than expected. What's next?
L Verez: Isn't it obvious? I'm going to look for Corey Black!
Vincent Walker: Just when I thought the hard part was over…
The titantron feed cuts, and we go back to the view of the UCI arena, with Chuckles riding a unicycle and handing someone a flower that ends up squirting water at them.
Jimmy Garcia: Interested choice by L Verez! Seems like she's opting out of Killing Floor, in favor of a rematch at Corey Black's Hypermedia Championship!
Sebastian Reid: “Seems like”? She *is* opting out of Killing Floor! She isn't finished with Corey Black, and she's doing whatever she can to make this rematch happen!
Gravedigger: Okay, so I sorely disagree with all that, but… this doesn't mean the stupid clown wins, does it…? |
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Post by Results on Oct 2, 2017 23:45:22 GMT -6
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: WHO GOES THERE!?