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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:33:56 GMT -6
Opening Segment
Across the screen fades in a picture in frame of Armand De La Fontaine; above it “In memorium” and below “Armand De La Fontaine”
There is a silence over the crowd as the show opens cold with Preecha standing in the middle of the ring with the title over his shoulder and Trinity at his side with a microphone, both staring at the camera.
Trinity Hayashi: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to our tragic loss of our dear friend Armand De La Fontaine, I would like to introduce myself as the new interpreter of Preecha Kamon. My name is Trinity Hayashi. I do not wish to attempt to replace the once great manager, that is hardly my goal here before you today. It is as a duty passed down by him that I am here to speak on behalf of his associate and long time friend.
There is a polite smattering of applause from the audience as Trinity pauses.
Trinity Hayashi: Now! Without further ado...I introduce to you, YOUR NEW! UCI WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!...PREECHA...KAMON!
The crowd erupts in cheers as the fighter, with his signature stoic gaze, lifts the belt up into the air before returning it back to his shoulder once the crowd dies down.
Trinity Hayashi: Now, you might think that we are out here to celebrate. But we have done plenty of that over the week but now that we are here at Overload, now is not the time for celebration. Now is the time for declaration. Mr. Preecha Kamon wants it to be known throughout the world of combat sports, whether it be wrestling, kickboxing, or the massive world of Mixed Martial Arts, he is here to take on the very best. And that isn’t an attempt to brag by any means, it is a claim and a promise that if you have the desire and the ability worthy of a champion, you will get your chance. He WANTS to face the toughest all across the world. He WANTS to be challenged! To him, there is no point in being the World Heavyweight Champion if the only focus is to hold on to the title any which way. The only way he wants to retain this title is by way of the fist and he hopes that anyone who would have the urge to face him would believe in the very same philosophy! If you want to take the title from Preecha Kamon, you are going to have to do it the right way because he isn’t going to take any tricks or cheats. He isn’t going to hand over the title to someone who is just going to disgrace it. There isn’t any ‘thinking’ you’re ready. You better KNOW that you are ready before you decide to come down to the ring and challenge Preecha Kamon!
The crowd is buzzing, wondering who is about to come out - when the lights drop. A lone spotlight circles the arena, not stopping on one place, but many in an attempt to catch a glimpse of whomever is coming out. Then it happens, about mid-way up the crowd. Lots of people in the left hand section begin screaming, some cheering, some booing. A figure is making their way through the people, they are wearing a black hood over their head to hide their identity. They reach the barricade, hop over and roll into the ring. The spotlight is trained, but the lights come back on anyway, the hood is dropped and a collective gasp from the crowd resonates throughout.
Standing in the middle of the UCI ring, in front of the UCI Champion Preecha Kamon is the original invader, former UCI Hypermedia Champion COREY BLACK. Mr. Black has a microphone, but he instead pauses and looks at Preecha. Up and down, getting a full overview of the Champ. He smiles, pointing to the crowd, and then his ears, mocking the fact that Preecha cannot hear the reaction they're both getting. Most of the crowd is going nuts, frothing at the mouth for such an interaction. Corey brings the mic to his mouth, but instead turns to Trinity.
Corey Black: Mind translating this for me?
Trinity Hayashi: Mr. Preecha Kamon will be able to read your lips well enough.
Corey Black: Sure, whatever works. Look, I came here for one reason and one reason only. This company, these wrestlers, they're so far below me. I took gold without even breaking a sweat, I defended it, and then I was put into a no-win situation to get it off me. Which is fine, I proved my point well enough. But now, I've got a new target.
Corey turns to Preecha and locks his eyes on the UCI World Heavyweight Title.
Corey Black: That right there.
Trinity Hayashi: Mr. Preech-
Corey puts his hand up to Trinity's mouth, garnering more gasps from the crowd.
Corey Black: No. That's not how this is going to work, I know what you want to say but let me preface. See, I don't care who has the championship, it will soon belong to me. "Mr. Preecha Kamon" doesn't accept my challenge because he doesn't have a choice. I'm standing here demanding a chance to win the UCI World TItle at Civil War. No stipulations, no nonsense, not even WCF verses UCI ... Corey Black challenging the Champion. I already know he accepts.
Corey removes his hand from Trinity's mouth, then looks to his left at Preecha Kamon who stares at him with fire raging behind his eyes. Corey doesn't even look Preecha in the eye, instead he looks at the championship yet again. The fighter signals for the mic. Hesitantly, with an eyebrow raised, Trinity hands him her mic which he raises to his lips.
Preecha Kamon: Not WCF verzuz UCI...Not Corey Black verzuz Champion...no...
There is a murmuring among the crowd, wondering what Preecha is thinking, wondering why he has said no...
Preecha Kamon: Thes ez...Corey Black verzuz Preecha Kamon!
The crowd he erupts as Preecha Kamon steps up to Corey, getting in his face, both staring nails into each other before fading to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:36:00 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:37:13 GMT -6
Rising Stars Match M.A.X vs. Matt Angel
Garcia: Welcome to Overload, and the action has already begun. Matt Angel awaits in the ring. He seems to be a crowd favorite.
Reid: He always has the people out of their seats. All that heart and athleticism.
Digger: And how many wins does that get you? You need to step up or burn out. Angel has one minute to impress me, then I’m moving on.
The sound of a siren echoes over the arena, accompanied by an authoritative voice urging everyone to evacuate the area because of a scheduled “live weapons test”. All of this is promptly ignored and drowned out by the crowd as they cheer and jeer the tall, pale figure of Max, striding towards the ring through yellow, flashing strobe lights and a matching, toxic-yellow smoke.
Lorde: And his opponent… it is your Rising Stars Champion… M… A… X!
A number of fans try to lean out to get a selfie with the android, only to be shoved back by the white-armoured handlers.
Garcia: MAX has been the subject of much intrigue and despise since earning the vacated title two weeks ago. Anyone wishing to get a look at that killer machine must be insane.
Digger: Insane, definitely, but who wouldn’t follow this thing. A real champ.
Reid: Weren’t you cheering the former champ just weeks ago?
Digger: It was a phase.
As he reaches the ring, Max ascends the steps and climbs a turnbuckle, standing there with arms outstretched, drinking in the atmosphere for a moment before leaping into the ring and, with a slight whirr of servo-motors, rolling into his corner where he stands up. Angel points from the opposite corner. MAX pays no attention with his music fading to loud booing.
Garcia: Both fighters take their sides, and there’s the bell. Angel attacks first with a leaping crossbody… but MAX has complete control.
Reid: Servos at full action with that swing-out sidewalk slam. When people ask about this machine, and why Spencer hired him, I point that out.
Digger: Yeah, strength is important, but MAX has combat data too. Knows counters before the other guy can get a swing in. Complete devastation.
Garcia: Angel trying to stand but a punting kick sends him to shoulder height… and a double axe-handle piledrives him to the canvas. You’d be hard-pressed to find action like this on other show, especially those that shan’t be named.
Reid: MAX just going to work as per usual. He wants nothing to do with this match.
Digger: It won’t stop until Angel is dead, or just some pool of blood.
Garcia: Those robotic parts give exceptional strength as MAX hoists the lighter fighter off his feet. Held by the seams of his trunks, jackhammering blows pound the midsection of Matt Angel. My god… he just launched Angel back twenty feet.
Reid: But he’s already regain footing. MAX is playing around too much. It’s going bit him in the ass… er, PCU?
Garcia: Angel recovered but looks winded after those hard punches. MAX walking without emotion or urgency. A rising axe kick misses wide. Angel rolling under the leg… now assuming a back position just out of elbow range… MAX swing backwards at unnatural angles.
Digger: You can hear the parts at work from here. It’s kind of beautiful, like, in a sick bastard’s sort of way. We shouldn’t be watching this, but I don’t care anymore. Get him Maxie!
Garcia: Angel cannot seem to reverse weights all while dodging blind elbows. MAX trying to turn, in what seems to take six or seven partial steps… and Angel finds his first opening!
Reid: He saw the unstable movements and used momentum against it on a quick Russian legsweep. Kicks seem to have no effect… so he’s hitting the ropes… and soaring dropkick to the rising champion. MAX is down for once.
Digger: Not for long…
Garcia: Angel takes for the east side ropes... lionsault to the android. Referee Jackie Mall makes the count!
1…
2…
Garcia: Max throws him into the air. Angel recovers and goes for more grounded kicks.
Digger: Ey Maxie! He just yanked that kid to the floor like garbage. What a lightweight.
Reid: Cruiserweight, but whatever.
Garcia: MAX now forcing an upper mount ad raining punches. Matt Angel has a guard over his face, which is smart, except his body is soaking up all those blows. Sooner or later, his chin will give. MAX now throwing elbows to crack open this nutshell… a quick punch from Angel must have found the perfect place, as MAX has frozen in place.
Reid: Maybe, but he can’t escape the weight of that android pressing him down. Pushing up and he finally wiggles free.
Garcia: Handlers pressing a variety of devices outside, trying to jumpstart their abomination. Here comes Angel looking for more… at sprint he finishes with a DDT. MAX facedown bur still frozen in that same positon. Fans shouting to go for a pin. He tries for another cover!
1…
2…
3..
Reid: Look at him fly! I think MAX had pent-up energy on that thrust. Angel now over the ropes but keeping ahold of the third one. MAX making another mechanical rise. What will keep it down?
Digger: Don’t you guys get it? Maxie is designed to destroy, kill, and then ask questions. Matt Angel cannot stop something that know no mercy. MAX will not stop until he’s dead.
Garcia: That may be, but Angel has other plans as he balances on the second rope. MAX stops waiting for whatever will come his way. A soaring forearm takes both fighters down… no, MAX rolls over and back to his feet… Mushroom stomp plants Angel back to the Canvas. I have no idea viewers how this human can defeat a machine built to destroy. I simply do not know.
Digger: MAX has the trunks and pulling Angel from the floor. Destruction is on its mind.
Reid: It’s like Darth Vader and the rebel. A chokehold keeping Angel inches off the ground and rising. Kicks have no effect on the space-age torso of MAX. Those combat specs make him unstoppable.
Garcia: And Angel is back into the sky… Target! Face! … falling down straight into a massing elbow from a heavily armed machine. This one might be over. MAX rains another of those axe kicks for good measure.
Digger: We are witnessing the destruction of dreams tonight. Can’t you see it? What beautiful destruction… damn I love this job!
Garcia: Angel might not tomorrow after that devastating axe kick. Sven’s Fate… that could have decapitated a normal man. A planted foot pins Angel to the mat.
1…
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3!
Lorde: And your winner… M! A! X!
Digger: My man, or more, machine just taking care of business. I have feeling this is going to be a long title run. What can stop a machine bent of destruction.
Reid: It’s happened before.
Digger: But now Maxie is hitting stride. Statement win for the destroyer. Hit those commercials! |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:38:58 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:39:44 GMT -6
Harry Diderot Segment
Spencer Adams sits on a leather couch mid-conversation with someone on the phone. He seems apologetic, until Hippo Harry Diderot enters the room still wearing sunglasses and dressed in something that might be from the Russell Westbrook collection of strange fashion. Spencer abruptly hangs up and throws his phone down.
“Wanted to see me, mane?”
“Harry, I've been on the line with SyFy all day.”
“What ‘bout them?”
“We’re under pressure here. As ratings go, we need to make some changes. That's why I don’t wanted to let you know this now. We don't want your friend or that dumbass brother of yours hanging around my ring.”
“Whatcha got ‘gainst Grits n’ Gravy?”
Spencer stands up to face the much larger Diderot. Urban gear, something reminiscent of ’80s dancewear, gives to a big rift between Diderot and the owner who then pokes him in the chest.
“I don’t care if the fans like him. Richie and your friend are a problem.”
“Ya let in coke heads."
"It's about the crane."
"So what if we played with the damn crane. People loved dat shit.”
“A rental crane. What Richie had no business being inside. Harry, you can’t expect us to support intrusions. Even if it trends on Twitter. That's not good policy.”
Diderot crosses his arms.
“Whatcha really want boss-man?”
“I’m banning both of them from ringside... indefinitely.”
“Why?”
“Because your friend was arrested in Newark.”
Diderot shrinks back from Spencer but keeps his arms crossed.
“Oh, you didn’t think I would find out? Executives don’t like it when activist invade this program. I have a show to run, but the network has its own policy. All this shit with kneeling and the NFL losing profits – Harry, it’s all bad for business. And we don't want it happening here too.”
“No love then?”
“I’m not your brutha, Harry. I’m your boss. Get that through your thick fro.”
Harry walks to the door and then turns.
“You jus a desk jockey. No heart, no soul.”
“If I see either of those two tonight, or ever again, consider yourself suspended.”
Harry slams the door. Close up on Spencer fuming as he drops back onto the backstage couch. |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:40:50 GMT -6
Rising Stars Match Terra Walker/Mikey eXtreme vs. Ginger Red/Warbird
We cut to the ring where Ginger Red and Warbird are already talking with one another about match strategy.
Sebastian Reid: Second Rising Stars match of the night between four bright prospects in the division!
Jimmy Garcia: You know M.A.X has to be watching a match like this!
The lights dim down as Crossburner by the Dillinger Escape Plan sneers through the PA system. The singer's screams cause the lights to frantically switch between red, purple, and yellow, as Terra Walker marches to the stage with her aviator sunglasses, being welcomed by a loud cheer from the UCI audience. She stands, looking at everyone in the audience, while cracking her neck and knuckles, before making her way to the ring, ignoring anyone that wants a high five.
Once she reaches the ringside area, Terra tosses her sunglasses to the crowd before going into the ring.
As the song gets frantic with psychotic screams, so does Terra, as she clings to the ropes and shakes them vigorously, almost as if she sees red. The fans cheer as she clings to the ropes before the music fades and the lighting returns to normal.
Gravedigger: One half of one of the most intriguing duos to hit UCI since, well, forever really.
Sebastian Reid: Allen may be the one sniffing at TV gold, but Terra surely can’t be far behind. VERY fierce competitor right here!
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. Slaves and Bulldozers by Soundgarden begins to blare through the PA system as Mikey, flanked by Vidalia and Freakshow, slowly makes his way to the ramp. He has a kendo stick in his hand, which is slowly dragging on the ground before him, he hands it off to Vidalia as he runs his hands over his masked face, and through his beard. He begins to laugh before slowly walking to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, and into the corner of the ring where he sits with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. Vidalia climbs onto the apron, still clutching the kendo stick, whispering some sort of devilish plan into Mikey’s ear, as Freakshow circles ringside.
Jimmy Garcia: Terra and Mikey...Ginger and Warbird! Rising Stars action starts...NOW!
DING DING DING!!
Gravedigger: For those just now joining us, we’ve got Terra and Ginger set to start this out.
Sebastian Reid: You know the intensity picks up when the women of UCI are pitted against one another!
Jimmy Garcia: Tie up, but Terra swinging to the backside quickly!
Terra wrenches on the torso, trying to lift Ginger skyward for a belly to back.
Gravedigger: Ginger rolling through, quick pin attempt.
1!
KICKOUT!
Sebastian Reid: Both right back up.
Jimmy Garcia: Walker connects, sort of a baseball slide elbow there!
Gravedigger: Pin by Terra Walker.
1!
NO!
Terra pounds the mat in frustration and pushes back up once more, backing towards her corner as Ginger Red follows.
Sebastian Reid: Ginger with the leg extended.
Jimmy Garcia: Terra dodges!
Gravedigger: Sent right into the post with that one, tag to eXtreme!
Mikey uses the ropes as leverage to stop down at Ginger before sliding in and hooking the leg.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Sebastian Reid: Trying to soften Ginger up quick, Mikey yanking the smaller opponent up hard!
Mikey hits a couple elbows before stepping back for a clothesline.
Jimmy Garcia: Leaping DDT by Ginger Red!
Gravedigger: Quick tag to Warbird, here he comes!
Mikey pushes up and charges at Warbird and is met with hard smack across the chest.
Crowd: WOO!
Sebastian Reid: That one stung!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: Irish whip from Mikey, bouncing back at Warbird now!
Gravedigger: Powerslam and the quick pin!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Sebastian Reid: Mikey gets the leg up!
Warbird, wanting to capitalize on the swing in momentum, yanks Mikey back up and hooks the arms.
Jimmy Garcia: Feel the pain! Vertebreaker on the way!
Gravedigger: Mikey spins out of it.
Sebastian Reid: X marks the spot!
Ginger argues at Mikey from the apron and The King of Darkness strolls slowly toward the opposing corner.
Jimmy Garcia: X MARKS THE SPOT X2!
With both competitors down, Mikey makes his way to his own corner and makes the tag to Terra Walker. He steps back through the ropes and motions for Terra to take things from there as he hops off the apron and walks off toward the back.
Gravedigger: Terra has Warbird right where she wants him!
Sebastian Reid: BRAIN TREMOR!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Crossburner hits the PA as Terra slides out of the ring now, raising her own arm in victory.
Jimmy Garcia: Impressive victory from Terra and Mikey tonight!
Gravedigger: Takes a lot of confidence to walk off at the end there like we saw Mikey do tonight.
Terra snickers at the downed opponents and continues backing away up the ramp as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:44:33 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:44:53 GMT -6
Allen Walker Segment
The titantron feed shows Allen Walker walking towards Spencer Adams office.
Gravedigger: It's the future TV champ!
Sebastian Reid: We don't even know who's going to be the champ after tonight…
Gravedigger: Doesn't matter! The Bitter Champion is gonna win it all either way.
Sebastian Reid: You wanna make a bet?
Gravedigger: I will gut punch you.
Jimmy Garcia: He's headed towards Spencer's office. This seems to be a recurring theme as of late…
Allen barges into the office, ignoring the fact that the door was unlocked. Spencer's chair is currently facing the wall.
Allen Walker: Adams! I demand to know why I'm not the one in the main event fighting for that bloke’s Television Title tonight! I because number 1 contender! Not some 2nd rate sideshow act like Hippo Harry!
Spencer doesn't respond.
Sebastian Reid: Is Spencer ignoring Allen Walker?
Gravedigger: Disrespectful! The man’s a dual champion!
Jimmy Garcia: Those titles don't matter here in UCI.
Gravedigger: I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to win a title in any fed, Garcia.
Allen Walker begins to irritatingly pace.
Allen Walker: Answer me, you bellend, else I'll rip your eyes off your socket!
 : Well, that's no way to talk to your boss, Lennykins!
The chair turns, revealing the UCI Television Champion, Jack Shlongson.
Jimmy Garcia: What the hell!? What's Shlongson doing in Spencer Adams’ office chair!?
Allen Walker: Oh, you've got to be kidding me…
Jack Shlongson: What's the matter hon? Not the person you expected? Well, Spencey-boo had a feeling you would be a bit grumpy about your title situation, so he had me keep you company for the time being.
Allen Walker: I don't give a bloody damn about that! Stop wasting my time. I want to know why I'm not the one snagging that title off your waist.
Jack Shlongson: My love…
Allen Walker: Don't even dare call me that.
Jack Shlongson: Oh, don't be so sour, deary. Spencer and are having a bad feeling that you may be taking some… illegal substances. You'll have to take a little piss test before we have our little bout.
Jack puts a small test cup on the office desk.
Allen Walker: Absurd… maybe… instead of me taking a piss test, maybe you can piss off.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my! Allen just threw the cup at the TV champ, and is now going right after him.
Gravedigger: Security right on it, but… wait…
Jimmy Garcia: That isn't security! That's Rekt ‘Em! And they're all after Allen Walker!
Gravedigger: Smart move by the champ though! As much as I dig Walker, he fell right into Jack’s trap!
Allen struggles to win the uphill battle, taking more hits than he's giving, until security finally runs into the office.
Sebastian Reid: Finally, some real security, stopping this nonsense.
The security struggle, but manage to separate Shlongson and Rekt 'Em from Allen Walker. Walker shouts at the champ as they're being separated.
Allen Walker: You sodding queer! After I take your title and rip your damn eyes out, I'm going to tear your damn limbs as well! And then I'll rip off every strand of hair you have piece by bloody piece!
Gravedigger: Our future champ is about as heated as the Earth's core right now!
Sebastian Reid: Again with your inaccurate attempt at spoilers…
Security continues to separate everyone, until Allen is left by himself. He pushes them off.
Allen Walker: Piss off. I'm done for now.
Before Allen walks off, his sister Terra walks over to him, seemingly disappointed.
Sebastian Reid: Lance Walker has always mentioned the Bitter Siblings being a very strong unit. That doesn't seem to be the case tonight.
Gravedigger: What!? They're family! Obviously, they'll sort things out. It's just a matter of time. Haven't you heard that blood is thicker than water?
Terra says nothing to Allen. Instead, she simply shakes her head, and then walks off.
Sebastian Reid: What's that about blood being thicker than water?
Gravedigger: She'll come around, Reid. Like I said, it's just a matter of time... |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:45:46 GMT -6
Karlie Nash Segment
Karlie is making steps out of locker room, and towards the exit, four ladies wearing Karlie’s Kougars shirt catch her attention and she walks over to them.
Karlie: Hello ladies.
Hello Karlie.
Karlie signs an autograph for them taking to time to check each of them out.
Karlie: So, I guess I have a decision to make, which one of you I take back to my hotel.
Karlie gives each of them a thorough look over, before making her decision.
Karlie: The four of you are very beautiful, and I can’t decide which one of you I want, so I’ve decided that the four of you will join me at my hotel.
The four ladies are excited and eagerly leave with Karlie. As they exit the arena, Miranda once again steps out of the shadows.
Miranda: I know you told me to observe Ms. Nash, but time is running out if we are to convert Karlie, we need to move now.
Miranda walks towards her rental car.
Miranda: Karlie left the area with four ladies, so with your permission, I’d like to start her conversion.
Miranda opens the door to her car.
Miranda: Okay, thanks, next week I’ll make my move. I have a way to get her attention.
Miranda steps into her car.
Miranda: Okay I’ll keep you informed.
The camera pans to the passenger seat revealing a Karlie’s Kougar shirt. |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:46:58 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:50:39 GMT -6
El Payaso Loco vs. Shadowlove
Sebastian Reid: Big singles action here between El Payaso Loco and Shadowlove, both competitors looking to rebound after their respective Killing Floor matches.
Jimmy Garcia: Both men very big in the TV title world in recent memory, perhaps a win here could put one of these men in the conversation for that title again!
Gravedigger: I think the aim is always high for these two.
Payaso’s theme dies out as the masked star bounces off the ropes, finishing a quick pre-match warmup.
Sebastian Reid: Payaso looking poised for the turnaround tonight.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stands in unison and waiting in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" fashion wrestling trend in the United Championship Infinite’s season.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, First Couple of Professional Wrestling. Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
They stop for a second, taking in the aura of throughout the arena, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way to the squared-circle.
He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is so proudly of being in the United Championship Infinite.
And his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty, seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and spreads his arms straight out from his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept!
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. UCI.
She exudes fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around him to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the audience throughout the arena.
The audience throughout the arena keep going wild and keep clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. UCI’s better half, Ms. United Championship Infinite.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
She takes her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips, she starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him.
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "I believed that I need no introduction, I’m The Face Of The Franchise, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale's dancer.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger. And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand in an on guard, very protective, ever vigilant attack formation behind her outside the squared-circle.
Jimmy Garcia: Lot of frustration coming from Shadowlove’s camp recently, could we see that frustration translate into more of an edge going forward?
Sebastian Reid: I think that’s exactly what we should expect, Jimmy!
The two step to each other as the ref goes for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Shadowlove smiles as Payaso who cracks his neck in response.
Gravedigger: Big right from The Handsome Half-Breed.
Jimmy Garcia: That one dazed the masked star, spinning him clean around there!
Sebastian Reid: PELE KICK FROM PAYASO LOCO!
The crowd roars as Payaso quickly leaps toward the top rope.
Gravedigger: Not like this, Payaso looking to make quick work of Shadowlove!
Miyamoto shouts up at Loco from ringside. The masked star nods his head, taunting her as he preps for takeoff.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove taking advantage!
Sebastian Reid: Payaso knocked down as Shadow is able to knock him off balance!
Miyamoto looks on in approval as Shadowlove leaps up quick to meet Payaso.
Gravedigger: Shadowlove hooks the head.
Jimmy Garcia: TOP ROPE DARK GIFT!
Sebastian Reid: Shadowlove says that all it takes is one!
Gravedigger: Cover on Loco!
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DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Shhhaaaddoooowlove!
Shadow is joined in the ring by Ms. Miyamoto. She places a hand on his chest and whips her hair back as The Handsome Half-Breed glares into the camera.
Jimmy Garcia: Wow…
Gravedigger: That’s how you make a statement, boys! |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:52:22 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:53:44 GMT -6
Kidsgrove Contract Signing!
“Lights Out” By Royal Blood hits the PA system as the whole crowd just immediately go into meltdown.
Jimmy Garcia: Here he is guys! The owner of NBW!
Gravedigger: We’re gonna have us a contract signing!
Sebastian Reid: He’s looking pretty pleased with himself.
Jimmy Garcia: So he’s here with his new best friend Alex Richards.
Sebastian Reid: Not to mention K L Henson!
Gravedigger: Look, wouldn’t you be pleased with yourself if you just managed to sign the hottest property on Hollywood to your organization, AND beat a big stupid dumb nerd at his own game to do it? Besides, we don’t know that’s Alex Richards under the mask!
Sebastian Reid: Well technically Alex Richards did unmask himself at Killing Floor Digger.
Gravedigger: FAKE NEWS!
Vincent Pryde saunters to the ring, with a beaming smile on his face, KL Henson and Alex Richards flanking him. He smugly stops at the ring and rolls in, placing a clipboard on the table situated in the middle of the ring. He picks up one of the microphones.
And is immediately drowned out with booing.
He waits for a moment, then brings the microphone up to his lips.
And again is drowned out with booing.
He smirks, allowing it all to soak in and not change his approach at all, after all these are his people now, on his show.
Vincent Pryde: Isn’t it WONDERFUL to be here on NBW Television?
The crowd boo even louder.
Vincent Pryde: Yes! YES! The boos are the sound of thousands of people finally appreciating the spectacle that is New Blood Wrestling.
Even louder!
KL Henson: You guys won’t be booing when NBW becomes the premiere show on television! When this show is rebranded to NBW you’ll actually love it!
Louder still. Some guy at the front is so angry he’s actually a weird shade of purple. Or is he dying? SOMEONE GET THE MEDICS OUT THERE DAMNIT.
Vincent Pryde walks around the ring thinking about what to say next. The crowd finally calms down enough to be heard as the guy who’s dying at ringside is getting medical attention.
Vincent Pryde: So why is this the NBW show you might ask? Well, it’s simple. Last week, at Killing Floor I completed the epic journey and accomplished what I set out to do. It was WONDERFUL. I beat Andre Jenson at his own game, securing the services of Sam Kidsgrove AND the now to be NBW Intercontinental championship!
The crowd resume their hostilities.
Vincent Pryde: Thank you, thank you. And I promised a contract signing, so without further ado, here he is, the man of the hour. The man I will build my empire around, the NBW Intercontinental Champion. SAM KIDSGROVE!
The Remix of the Universal Studios fanfare hits as the lights dim and searchlights move around the stage area. They converge on one spot at Sam Kidsgrove, belt on his shoulder strides out onto the stage. Camera flashes are everywhere as Sam comes down to the ring. He takes his time trying to say hello to as many people as he can, even offers autographs to others. The UCI crowd are less than impressed though, half of them ignore him. In fact when he offers a selfie opportunity to a small kid, he got the bird. Needless to say he’s still all smiles.
Jimmy Garcia: He has a new look Digger, he’s grown out his hair and look at those sunglasses!
Gravedigger: Who cares? Are you now some sort of fashion guy?
Sebastian Reid: I like his suit. I want to know his tailor.
After a few minutes, Kidsgrove uses the steps to get into the ring and accepts a microphone from KL Henson after shaking the hands of every man in the ring. It’s all smiles.
Vincent Pryde: Wow, lookin’ sharp champ!
Sam Kidsgrove: Thanks. It feels good to be back in the ring again.
Vincent Pryde: So, I think I should explain again to you what I’ve been saying in negotiations. I’m going to build this company around you, you’ll be our top star. I’m happy to accept most of your requests, obviously there are concessions here and there but I’m happy with signing today.
Sam Kidsgrove: Did you get the new contract sent by my lawyers this morning? With the changes that we discussed?
Vincent Pryde: No.
Sam Kidsgrove: Oh, sorry. I’ve got them at the back, I’ll ask my guys to bring it out now. Won’t take a sec.
Sam picks up his mobile phone and dials.
Sam Kidsgrove: Yeah, can you bring the contract to the ring please? The new one. Yeah that’s the one. Cheers.
Sam smiles at Vincent.
Vincent Pryde: We don’t need to do this, I mean it’s written here with the promise to discuss the..
Sam Kidsgrove: Nah, nah, it’s OK. I’ve decided that I’m not going to have my usual rider. You know when discussed things, I realised that I was asking too much. The new contract is everything we discussed. On your terms. You know, without that crazy Hollywood Bullshit.
Sam’s entourage make their way to the ring, with a briefcase. They unlock it and add a massively thick wad of paper on the desk. It makes War and Peace look like a Tweet.
Vincent Pryde looks at it.
Sam looks at it.
Sam smiles and opens the document showing the first couple of pages.
Sam Kidsgrove: You’ll find it’s all in here. I’ve even accepted your request that I no longer own the title and it is the property of NBW. Plus the bonus paid to you every time I bring in 500 more fans.
Vincent smiles, shaking Sam’s hand.
Sam Kidsgrove: You sign it there.
He opens the document near the end and Vincent promptly signs it.
Sam Kidsgrove: Congratulations Vincent.
Vincent smiles, shaking Sam’s hand again, looking really pleased with himself.
Sam Kidsgrove: Now I’ll sign in a moment, I just want to address my old UCI friends one last time.
The crowd are still booing, they hate this idea.
Sam Kidsgrove: So please, can you come out here gents.
“I need a hero” by Bonnie Tyler hits as Andre Jenson and Teo Del Sol come flying out of the curtain. Jenson nursing some painful injuries and Teo seemingly free of any issues he had with his foot. The crowd go wild as they make their way to the ring. After high fiving as many people as they can, lapping the ring 3 times they finally enter the ring.
Andre Jenson; Hi folks!
Teo Del Sol: Missed me?
The crowd cheer at this.
Andre Jenson: Think they did, Teo.
Teo Del Sol: Seems that way, but anyway, what’s happening here AJ?
Andre Jenson: I mentioned it before man, I lost at Killing Floor so Kidsgrove is signing for this jackanape at NBW.
Teo Del Sol: Oh yeah, it was his fault as well wasn’t it?
Teo points at Dr Strange
Andre Jenson: Yeah, Alex Richards, that guy.
Vincent Pryde: Whoa, whoa whoa. This isn’t Alex Richards. I don’t know where you got your information from but this guy right here is Dr Strange. Dr Strange isn’t Alex Richards.
Andre Jenson: Dude, he took his mask off. He was Alex Richards!
Vincent Pryde: No, no. What? Look, you’re going mental. Maybe it’s because I twatted you over the head a bunch of times, but this isn’t Alex Richards. Are you Alex Richards?
Dr Strange shakes his head.
Vincent Pryde: No. He isn’t! Alex Richards is backstage right now.
KL Henson: If I may interject here. I can prove it.
He picks up his phone.
KL Henson: Yeah it’s me. Can you activate Camera 5 and ask him to go find Alex Richards?
The camera backstage now shows up on the Tron.
KL Henson: Just to prove we’re live, can you give me a bit of a wave?
A hand enters the frame and waves.
KL Henson: Perfect. Now can you show me Alex Richards?
The camera pans round to the catering area where Alex Richards is sitting, he’s drinking a coffee and talking to Bonnie Blue. He looks at the camera.
Alex Richards: What? We filming now? This isn’t coffee. It’s Zim-Quila. Want some?
KL Henson: That’s enough. Thanks Ted. See it can’t possibly be Alex Richards, he’s backstage.
Jenson: Aha. Sure, I’ll prove he’s Alex Richards at one point you know.
KL Henson: With no evidence, I don’t know how.
Vincent Pryde: GUYS! THE CONTRACT SIGNING! YOU ALWAYS DO….Calm Vincent, calm. All he has to do is sign and you got these guys out of your hair forever.
Sam Kidsgrove has been standing there watching this exchange with mirth. He shrugs.
Sam Kidsgrove: OK, so as I was saying. AJ, Teo. Thanks for being here today for this momentous occasion. To be witnesses to this contract that is legally binding as soon as both signatures go onto it. Can you two also sign as witnesses?
They both sign. Somewhat reluctantly.
Sam Kidsgrove: OK, well, just me left then. Before I do though, Henson, thanks for reminding me by the way.
Henson looks at him, confused.
Sam Kidsgrove: You see, while Jenson and Pryde were fighting in the most beautifully brutal match at Killing Floor for the humbling honour of wanting to sign me to their organization. I had a meeting with Spencer Adams. Now you don’t skip a meeting with your maybe soon to be boss, even if he did fire you.
Vincent Pryde looks at him impatiently Then looks at the contract. Sam takes note and signs it as he continues to talk.
Sam Kidsgrove: It was a constructive meeting, I mean he told me why he fired me, I understood completely. There was just one thing he did just stuck with me though.
Vincent Pryde: Yeah, yeah, come on pal, we don’t need your life story, sign the contract.
Sam Kidsgrove: Hold on, I’m getting to that. I mean, well, you may as well roll the footage. It’ll explain a lot.
The tron shows CCTV footage of a locker room. The locker room is empty, but you can see gym bags and clothes hanging around. You can also hear the sound of Sam Kidsgrove’s music playing through the arena.
Sam Kidsgrove: Remember when I had my diary stolen? Well it took a while, but Spence managed to get the CCTV footage from the arena. They really drove a hard bargain, he had to promise them like an Infinity or Beyond or something. Either way it doesn’t matter.
The door opens on the camera and a shadowy figure sneaks in, then makes the way toward a locker, taking a book out of a bag and sneaks out again.
Vincent Pryde: Who is that? It doesn’t show his face. I mean it’s hardly conclusive.
Sam Kidsgrove: You’d think so. This is the camera outside the door at the exact moments.
The CCTV Camera on the tron switches to outside the locker room door, the time and date synching with the one in the locker room. After a few moments the clear image of Vincent Pryde looking around and entering the locker room and coming out a few moments later holding a book is damning.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Vincent: That’s photoshop, or whatever it’s called. You can’t frame me!
Sam Kidsgrove: Well, no, you’re right. It might be doctored. However.
The tron now moves to the face of well known journalist Clark Kent. Sitting in his office, looking serious and very worried.
Clark Kent: My name is Clark Kent. I am a reporter at the daily Lies. This is my deposition under oath. I can confirm that my source, the shadowy figure I’ve been meeting all this time about Sam Kidsgrove is none other than Vincent Pryde. I know this because after our last meeting, I had him followed and these pictures were taken by my ace photographer Peter Parker.
Some pictures of Vincent Pryde meeting Clark Kent in an Alleyway, then leaving in the car, then arriving at his destination before exiting the car are shown in succession on the screen.
Vincent Pryde: ENOUGH! IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYWAY! I SIGNED, YOU SIGNED, THEY SIGNED. IT’S LEGALLY BINDING! YOU BELONG TO NBW!
Sam laughs as Vincent rants at him
Sam Kidsgrove: Vincent, my dear boy. You really should read contracts before you sign them.
WIth that, Sam, Jenson and Teo attack simultaneously, Jenson attacking Dr Strange, Teo running KL Henson out of the ring and Sam hitting Vincent with a lightning fast Box Office to the face. Jenson meanwhile throws Dr Strange out of the ring. The crowd go insane! Like literally blow the lid off the place.
Sam then stands over Vincent, getting close to his face as Pryde stares up at the lights.
Sam Kidsgrove: I re-signed for UCI last week. I’ll see you at Civil War, thief! |
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:54:50 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 7, 2017 23:55:55 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Jack Schlongson (c) vs. Harry Diderot
Lights dim as everyone looks up to the big screen to a low beat.
You in the wrong neighborhood…
“Big Dawg” by Waka Flocka Flame amps up as “Hippo” Harry Diderot walks out onto the stage knowing he’s too dope for those beats. Red lights strobe while he stands there, crossed arms, to a huge pop. Lights return to normal as Henry saunters down the ramp until he reaches the apron, which he climbs off one knee. Facing the entrance ramp, he holds both arms high before Dabbing it hard to a huge pop. Music fades to Henry claiming his corner.
Sebastian Reid: Ladies and gentlemen, time for tonight's Main event! This should be an exciting one. A match up between the HIGHLY successful Television champ Jack Schlongson and UCI up-and-coming talent Harry Diderot. This should be a hotly contested match up.
Jimmy Garcia: I'm particularly worried about the fairness of this match. Since becoming Champion, I'm not sure Jack has defended the title successfully without the help of one of his teammates or entourage. Even last week, he utilized his former Teammates in Rekt 'Em to try and subdue Payaso, and even when that failed, Allen Walker came out and attacked Payaso to give Jack the win, all in an attempt to get a one-on-one match with Jack specifically after Jack tried to interfere in his match and cost him the number one contendership.
Sebastian Reid: Seems to be working against Allen Walker's favor though as it seems Jack has found a way to keep the number-one contender from fighting him.
Gravedigger: I'm hearing a lot of talk from the two of you, but I see very little evidence that poor defenseless Jack is this evil mastermind you like to paint him out as. The man has been working his ass off to retain that title, despite all your nay-saying!
The arena is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, followed by members of Rekt 'Em, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his customized title (now with rainbow colored tassels hanging from it along with the other modifications over the weeks) as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd.
The members of Rekt 'Em surround the ring, carefully watching all sides as Jack slides in under the bottom rope, posing sensually as he lays on his side for a moment before he leaps up onto his feet, winks, and blows a kiss to the hard camera position before moving over to his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: See, this is what I'm worried about. Jack's entourage has been at Jack's side for almost the entirety of his reign!
Gravedigger: They are protecting him from outside interference! These fans are crazy, no telling what they might do!
Sebastian Reid: I feel they might be on look out for Allen Walker, who seemed non-plus about the situation.
Jimmy Garcia: Let this not take away from the abilities of Hippo Harry. He has been gathering steam consistently hear in UCI, coming off of a victory from last week. Possible interference aside, Harry seems more than ready to take on Jack for the Television title.
Taylor Lorde: This match is for the UCI TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at three hundred and forty one pounds, hailing from Atlanta Georgia; "HIPPO" HARRY DIDEROT!
Harry steps forward to the immense cheering of the UCI fandom, basking in a moment of glory before stepping back to his respective corner.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing next, he is the current UCI Television Champion, weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-Five pounds, hailing from Your Wildest Dreams, California; JACK "THE CRACK" SCHLONGSON!
Jack steps forward to the predictable hatred of the audience, boos and jeers cascading down from on-high. Jack just smirks and raises his title over his head before handing it over to the official. He steps back into his respective corner and both men wait for the bell.
Sebastian Reid: Since he has returned, Jack has been unstoppable, having yet to lose a match, but Harry has become something of a fan favorite lately, and along with his size advantage, Jack has quite a fight ahead of him.
Jimmy Garcia: It'll be interesting to see how Jack adapts against the rough brawling style of Hippo Harry. Jack is something of a technical wrestling mastermind, but if Harry can fix in a proper ground and pound strategy, it might be Good Night for Jack.
DING! DING!
Gravedigger: All you guys ever do is doubt. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that sees the genius of Jack! Just watch, Jack is gonna wrestle circles around Harry.
Jack comes out from his corner charging. Harry goes for a clothesline, but Jack ducks under, bouncing off the ropes, but as he comes back Harry goes for a back elbow, which Jack also ducks. Jack ceases his momentum, turns to face Harry, and goes for a high kick to the head, but this time Harry ducks. Jack spins around, and as he is facing away, Harry quickly grabs around Jack's waist and hoists him up for a German, but Jack uses the momentum to flip backwards and land on his feet. Harry turns around and Jack leaps forward and attempts a monkey flip, but Harry holds him in place, stopping Jack from pulling back, and instead tosses Jack backwards. Jack lands on his feet, but as he does, Harry whips his arm out and knocks Jack hard in the mouth with a right hand. Jack's head swivels before he collapses to the mat.
Jimmy Garica: Well, there were definitely some circles.
Gravedigger: SHUT UP! THAT WAS A CHEAP SHOT! THE REFEREE NEEDS TO FOCUS!
Jack tries to get back to his feet, shaking his head to break from the daze. Harry immediately pulls Jack the rest of the way before launching another stiff punch. Jack stumbles backwards, but doesn't fall this time. He tries to turn with his own, but Harry blocks it and comes back with a solid strike to the ribs, sending Jack doubling over in pain. Harry picks Jack up for a running powerslam, but Bran quickly jumps onto the apron and begins yelling at Harry, distracting him and forcing him to drop Jack. The referee attempts to get between the two.
Sebastian Reid: This is exactly what Jimmy has been talking about!
Gravedigger: Bran is clearly just trying to inform the referee that the punches Harry has been using were closed fist! If the referee can't do his job, then it is up to Bran to look out for his buddy!
Jimmy Garcia: I know for a fact that you don't believe that.
Jack manages to get back to his feet just as Bran leaps off the apron. Harry turns back to Jack, but is met with a leaping kick to the back of the head. Harry falls down to one knee, dazed by the kick. Jack runs back, bounces off the ropes and hits a hard shining wizard.
Sebastian Reid: Jack utilizing the distraction to get the upperhand.
Gravedigger: Distraction nothing! Jack is playing fair, he has yet to personally break any rules!
Jack quickly goes for the cover.
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Harry kicks out emphatically. Jack quickly leaps to his feet while Harry slowly rises. Jack bounces off the ropes again, but on the return, Harry leaps up and strikes Jack down with a stiff clothesline. Harry gets up and follows it up with an elbow drop right across the chest of Jack.
Sebastian Reid: Jack was coming in strong, by the pure grit of Harry has allowed him to take back the match up rather quickly. Jack's speed working against him slightly as the momentum forced him into a hard clothesline and now he is feeling the effects.
Harry, instead of going for the pin. Pulls Jack to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes. When Jack comes back, Harry pops him up for what looks to be an A-Town Bomb, but Jack reels backwards and whips Harry over with a hurricanrana. Jack hooks for the pin.
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Harry kicks out again.
Sebastian Reid: I think Jack is getting desperate. The usual case scenario is the longer you are in the ring with him, the more dangerous it is for you, but its seemed to be flip this time around. Jack has realized that Harry is one tough SOB. Despite two attempts, Harry manages to kick out both times.
Jimmy Garcia: You could say Harry is one bad moth-
Gravedigger: Shut your mouth!
Jimmy Garcia: I'm only talkin' 'bout Harry.
Sebastian Reid: I can dig it.
Gravedigger: No, this isn't a Shaft bit, just shut your stupid mouths!
Jack angrily pounds on the mat before grabbing Harry by the hair and pulling him to his feet. A couple kicks to the gut, Jack backs up and goes for a spinning flying high kick, but Harry ducks under and Jack falls face first onto the mat. Harry is quick to capitalize and grabs Jack around his waist and pulls him up. Soon as Jack is upright, Harry locks in and executes a half and half suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: BROTHER RICHIE FROM HARRY DIDEROT! Expertly executed! He is going for the pin!
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NO! Jack is pull out of the ring by Richard "Dick" last second. The referee runs over to ringside and begins to berate the member of Rekt 'Em, but Richard just feigns ignorance.
Jimmy Garcia: And AGAIN Rekt 'Em manages to find a way to interfere in the match!
Gravedigger: I don't know what you are talking about! From my point of view, Jack managed to slip out of the ring last minute and preserve his title reign!
Jimmy Garcia: You are a truly delusional human being!
Gravedigger: You're the one who can't seem to stand the idea of a Gay champion!
Jimmy Garcia: What?!
Rekt 'Em backs away from Jack per-request from the referee. Jack slowly rises to his feet, but as he does so, Harry slides out of the ring and sets himself up to charge Jack as soon as he is upright, but Jack looks up and soon as Harry starts to run, Jack slides into the ring and rolls back onto his feet. Harry follows suit and slides into the ring and as soon as he rises, Jack hits him with an arm drag. Harry rolls through and manages back to his feet, but Jack hits another arm drag, repeating the sequence one more time as Harry gets to his feet once more.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack likes to use those quick succession of arm drags to throw his opponents off and regain control over the match.
Harry rolls onto his feet once more and Jack comes in looking for a dropkick, but Harry ducks under and catches Jack in mid-air before bringing him down in an Oklahoma slam! There is a resounding thud from the ring and the audience.
Sebastian Reid: It seems that Harry managed to work around on Jack's strategy and again used Jack's momentum against him. Seems Harry is not so easily thrown off. Its underestimating his opponent that might end up costing him his title.
Harry goes for the pin.
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NO! This time Golden Johnson pulls the REFEREE outside of the ring and quickly turns away. The referee turns to face Johnson, yelling at him for interfering, but Johnson looks back at the referee and pretends to be surprised to see him outside of the ring. The referee warns all the members of Rekt 'Em that the next sign of interference and they'll be ejected from the match.
Gravedigger: Stupid clumsy referee, falling out of the ring like that!
Jimmy Garcia: There is no way you are that blind! Rekt 'Em's meddling has become a huge problem in this match. Harry has managed to kick out both times Jack has pinned him, but Jack has yet to do so on his own. I entirely believe that if Rekt 'Em hadn't jumped in to save Jack, that he would not have had the ability to kick out.
Gravedigger: You're concocting conspiracy theories, Jimmy!
Harry gets to his feet first and moves over to the edge of the ring, yelling at the referee to get back in. The referee rolls in, but as Harry turns back around, he is hit with an enziguri from Jack. Harry doesn't go down, but Jack is quick to grab Harry's Leg and hook him in, hitting a spinning fisherman slam.
Gravedigger: THE STS! THE SAME TEAM SWING!
Jack goes for the pin.
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NO! Harry kicks out!
Jimmy Garcia: Yet again, Harry summons the energy and resiliency to kick out! A devastating move by Jack, but even when it seems Jack has the upperhand, the rushing and panicking of Jack proves Harry has him on the ropes regardless.
Jack angrily pounds the mat again before looking over at the turnbuckle. He makes his way over and quickly ascends to the top rope.
Sebastian Reid: Is Jack going for the Ahegao Drop?!
"Enchanted by the Moon" by Amorphis hits the PA system.
Sebastian Reid: That's Allen Walker's music!
Rekt 'Em quickly run over to the side of the ring that is facing the entrance ramp to block the way. Jack leaps down from the turnbuckle hesitantly watching for Allen. The referee seems distracted as well.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait a minute...GUYS! HE ISN'T COMING DOWN THE RAMP! He is coming through the audience!
Gravedigger: JACK! LOOK OUT!
Allen leaps over the guardrail, one of his titles in hand. He slides into the ring and waits at the one side as Jack turns around. As he does so, Allen charges and slams Jack with the title before sliding out of the ring. Harry gets to his feet and looks around to find Jack laid out flat. The referee turns around just as Harry is going for the pin.
Gravedigger: NO! NO! NO! THIS ISN'T HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO GO! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GREATEST TV CHAMP EVER!
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DING! DING!
Gravedigger: NO! DAMN IT! ALLEN RUINED EVERYTHING!
Allen is laughing at ringside as Harry makes it to his feet, the referee running over and raising his hand in victory.
Taylor Lorde: Your winner and NEEEEEW UCI TELEVISION CHAMPION: "HIPPO" HARRY DIDEROT!
Jack comes to and watches as the ORIGINAL TV title is handed over to Harry. Jack quickly looks around to see Allen on the apron smirking in the direction of a now irate Jack.
Jimmy Garcia: What a strange turn of events, but I guess turnabout is fair play. With all the interference from Rekt 'Em, it only serves Jack right that he lose the title in the same fashion. Not to say nothing about our new TV Champion, Hippo Harry. He put on a hell of a match and despite all the memers of Rekt 'Em working against him, he still managed to overcome.
Jack begins yelling at Allen, red in the face as he gets closer.
Sebastian Reid: Oh, eyes on the other side of the ring. Seems we're about to see a fight break out between Allen and Jack.
Allen and Jack are mere inches from each other as Jack continues to yell and Allen continues to smirk. Allen raises one of his two personal titles in the air to mock Jack. Jack reels back and jumps forward to attack, but before he can do so, Rekt 'Em slides into the ring and grabs Jack to pull him away. Jack reaches out and grabs Allen's belt before snatching it away inadvertently. As Jack is set back down, him and Allen both realized what has just happened. Allen slips between the top and middle rope and quickly confronts Jack, but is held back by Rekt 'Em.
Jimmy Garcia: What is Jack planning to do now that he is holding onto one of the two titled held by Allen Walker?
Jack looks down at the title and gives a smirk of his own before looking at Allen, who is yelling at Jack to give it back. Jack shakes his head, looks down at the title, and spits on it before throwing it to the ground. Allen loses it, lashing out at the immediate members of Rekt 'Em. Knocking Bran in the mouth with an elbow, he swings and his Richard in the cranium. Golden Johnson attempts to get between him and Jack, but Allen knocks him to the mat with a hard lariat. Jack sees the carnage and decides to slide out of the ring, Allen in pursuit. Jack tries to run, but Allen manages to get him by the hair and pulls him back. Allen wraps his arms around Jack's waist and hits him with a vicious german suplex onto the concrete.
Gravedigger: SOMEONE GET SECURITY OUT HERE BEFORE THIS MADMAN KILLS JACK!
Allen gets up and pulls Jack onto his feet before whipping him hard into the ring post. Jack clashes with the metal and hits the floor, Allen repeating the process, but this time whipping Jack into the announcer's desk. Jack reels in pain as his back hits the table. Allen walks over, grabs Jack, turns him around, puts him in a full nelson, lifts JAck up, and slams him through the desk, it collapsing under Jack's weight.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack sent through the table!
But Allen isn't down with him yet, barely giving Jack time to recover, he pulls Jack to his feet and pulls him along back over to the ring apron, pulling him up onto it before pick Jack up in a scoop slam position and placing him upside down outside the ring.
Sebastian Reid: It appears to be a tree of woe on the ring post. Jack doesn't seem to be fighting back after that slam through the table.
Allen leaps off the apron and checks into the ring for something. He pulls out a chair and looks at it with a smirk. He looks over at Jack, reels back with the chair, and knock's Jack hard in the head with it, busting him open, the blood rushing to his head forcing it to drip up his face immediately.
Jimmy Garcia: Is that Terra Walker?
Sure enough, Terra Walker comes running down the entrance ramp and quickly gets between Jack and Allen. She coaxes her brother to stop. He tries to push her out of the way, but she refuses to move, demanding that he stop and come backstage with her. Allen sneers angrily and reluctantly throws the chair to the side. He grabs his discard title and looks at the bloodied Jack one more time before following Terra up the entrance ramp and behind the curtain, leaving a portrait of carnage in his wake. |
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: Well, that's no way to talk to your boss, Lennykins!