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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:36:09 GMT -6
Opening Segment
The arena goes pitch black for a moment, until the titantron shows the letter “L” fading onto the screen. The crowd pops loud as the lights bleed indigo and “Tetris” by DJ Dahi begins to play. The pop becomes deafening as the new Hypermedia champion slowly makes her way through the curtain once the bass drops, heavily bandaged from her numerous puncture wounds, but proudly wearing her title strapped diagonally across her right shoulder and left side, and wearing her rounded mirrored shades, as per usual. Her valet Zima’Ion accompanying the new champion.
Gravedigger: Well, if it isn’t that Star Trek bitch of a champion. This thing beat a god damn WCF hall of famer a mere 6 months after her debut. What has this world come to?
Jimmy Garcia: Weren’t you cheering her on during that match?
Gravedigger: I wanted Corey Black to lose. There’s a difference. Hopefully, this thing’s title reign isn’t a long one.
L makes sure to greet the fans at the front row before hitting the ring once the beat begins to intensify. She looks at the crowd and slowly raises her arms to throw the peace symbol from her left hand, and the O.K. symbol from her right.
Jimmy Garcia: The fans are really excited to see L Verez back after not appearing last week!
Sebastian Reid: L has been receiving a lot of damage during her last few matches, but especially from her match at Killing Floor. But with that title slung around her, and the expression on her face, it’s safe to say that she seems to think it was all worth it.
Jimmy Garcia: L Verez has joined the ranks of Corey Black and Zombie McMorris after becoming only the third ever, and also the first female ever, to become UCI Hypermedia Champion!
L climbs up the turnbuckle and unstraps the title from her shoulder. The crowd goes insane as she holds the best high, knowing that the Hypermedia Championship is finally back in the hands of a UCI faithful. Zima calls for a mic while L drops back to the mat. Her music and lighting fades, leaving L and Zima with a very welcoming Tennessee crowd.
Zima’Ion: UCI Universe… Please welcome your NEWWWW…
The crowd pops loud once again.
Zima’Ion: ..UCI Hypermedia Champion… EEEEEEL VEEEEREEEEZ!!!
Zima hands the mic to L as the crowd begins to chant.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! *clap clap clapclapclap* YOU DESERVE IT! *clap clap clapclapclap* YOU DESERVE IT! *clap clap clapclapclap*
L Verez: No no no, my friends. I don’t deserve this title. I EARNED this title!
The crowd roars at L’s reply. L raises her mic again, but is cut off by the crowd.
Gravedigger: Oh no… not this song again.
Crowd: PROTECTORRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTORRRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTORRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTORRR OF THE UUUNIVEEEERSE!
The crowd begins to clap as they sing the tune. L just looks and smiles in appreciation. The lyrics soon turn into musical “woahs”. Once they finish, they cheer loudly, most of them clapping, and the front row hitting the barricade.
L Verez: By the quasars, I had no idea I was headed to a personal concert!
The crowd pops at L’s response to their reception.
Gravedigger: Where’s the nearing garbage can? I think I’m gonna be sick…
Sebastian Reid: There’s always Garcia.
L Verez: Well, as much as I appreciate such a warm welcome, I have come here with some things to say. First off, my opponent Corey Black…
A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd.
L Verez: Yes, his presence confuses me as well. He claims that his title loss was due to an unfair disadvantage. That there was no way he could win. However, the rules stated that you had to incapacitate your opponent to the point where the ref would call for the bell. My question is… how is a man bigger, taller, and stronger than I am incapable of doing just that? How is that in anyway unfair? The man had a machete! If anything, I was the underdog in that match. It just goes to show that he’s become a shell of his former self, and has nothing better to do than to whine and complain…….. which is most likely what he did to gain a world title shot against my fellow Guardians member, UCI World Heavyweight Champion Preecha Kamon!
L allows the crowd to cheer for his adversary.
L Verez: Now some of you may say that I did the same thing when I asked for a rematch against.
Corey Black. However, I was asking for a second shot due to a tie after our first encounter. I wanted to prove that I could defeat the so called “King of all Wrestlers”. Meanwhile, Corey Black, after straight up losing to yours truly, feels he deserves a shot at our most prestigious championship. Even though the last thing he said to me that he was leaving UCI. The intruder remains inconsistent.
Gravedigger: Star Trek bitch has a point there.
Jimmy Garcia: Are you… agreeing with her?
Gravedigger: I told you I was sick, trash can.
L Verez: Now, onto more important things than a complacent has been… many are wondering about my health and what’s next for me. Well, sadly, the doctors have not cleared me to compete tonight…
A loud set of boos from the audience floods the arena.
L Verez: Hold on, hold on! There’s good news too! Spencer Adams actually made a good decision everyone!
The crowd cheers, mocking the UCI owner.
L Verez: He has chosen me to be one of the participants in the Civil War match!
More cheers from the crowd.
L Verez: However, this left a bit of a bad aftertaste in my mouth, as this means that I won’t be defending my championship at Civil War.
The cheers quickly turn to boos.
L Verez: But, fear not, my lovely UCI Universe, for I will be cleared to compete next week! Therefore, on our go home show, I will have an open challenge for the UCI Hypermedia Championship!
Gravedigger: Yes! A new champion next week!
Jimmy Garcia: Only if L doesn’t win the match.
Gravedigger: I will puke on you, trash can!
L Verez: I expect a difficult challenge! And if no one is willing to challenge me, then I guess I’ll have to find a challenger myself!
L flips the mic to the mat as her music hits.
Sebastian Reid: Hypermedia Championship next week guys! Who’s going to accept L’s challenge, and will we see a new Hypermedia champion!? |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:37:23 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:38:13 GMT -6
UCI World Championship Preecha Kamon (c) vs. Good Ol’ Ramblin’ Jimmy
"Lolil0_0pz" by goreshit hits the PA system and out comes Good Ol' Jimmy strutting his stuff. Fans go for a high-five but Jimmy threatens them with a fist, thinking they are secret government agents coming to take him away again! He hurries into the ring and raises his fist atop the turnbuckle.
The bass-line from the beginning of "Sayonara, Perfect World" by Midori plays on the P.A. System before the blast beat overtakes the whole arena with flashing lights and titantron. As soon as the blast beat breaks into the main chorus of the song, Preecha and Trinity walk past the curtain, the deaf kick boxer having a sly and confident smile on his face. They walk down the ramp and up the steps of the ring. Wrestler and manager both stand on the apron, staring out into the crowd before stepping through the ropes and standing in the center of the ring.
Taylor Lorde: This opening bout is set for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Taylor Lorde: And is for the UCI World Heavyweight title! First, the contender. From Ya’ Dun Goofed, USA! Weighing One-hundred and Seventy-nine pounds...GOOD OL’ RAMBLIN’ JIMMY!
The Crowd cheers which causes Jimmy to jump and look around, worried, as if he was about to be pounced on by a tiger.
Taylor Lorde: And from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at one-hundred and seventy pounds!
Gravedigger: Ha! Jimmy is heavier than him!
Taylor Lorde: Your UCI World Heavyweight Champion!...PREECHAAAAAA KAAAAAAMOOOOOOOON!
Preecha raises the title off of his shoulder and into the air, not once taking his eyes off his challenger.
Sebastian Reed: This is quite the...odd fight tonight with Preecha defending his well deserved championship in the opening match of the night.
Gravedigger: That’s because the people in the office know Preecha can’t draw and they want him out of the way as soon as possible! Ratings are sure to do much better once Jimmy beats him and goes on to Civil War to face Corey Black!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, would you stop!
Sebastian Reed: Regardless, something tells me Preecha is determined to make it to Civil War and face the former Hypermedia Champion, especially after the encounter they had last week at the start of the show.
Both fighters get to their corners.
DING DING!
As soon as the bell rings, Jimmy pulls out a baseball bat out of his pants!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh c’mon! How did he sneak that passed the ref?!
Gravedigger: Good Ol’ Ramblin’ Jimmy is just taking this fight seriously! He knows this is a big opportunity for him! He wants to do what it takes to win the title!
The Ref quickly approaches the wild-eye contender, attempting to rip the bat out of his hands! But in the meantime…!
Sebastian Reed: Wait...what is this?! Is that Corey Black?!?
Out from under the ring slide Corey Black who enters behind Preecha. Tapping on his shoulder, Preecha turns around to be met with a vile dark substance to the eyes.
Sebastian Reed: Black mist to the eyes of the champ!
Jimmy Garcia: Despicable! Corey Black has no respect for the spirit of competition!
Gravedigger: Of course not! This is a business and Corey knows that! He is doing this for one reason and one reason only! The gold! Preecha pretends he is all about the fight but he is just as greedy as anyone else! All Corey is doing is being honest! No fluff!
Blinded, Preecha reaches for his face, trying to wipe away the burning liquid but it is no use. Corey grabs him and tosses him hard into the adjacent corner where Jimmy and the Ref are continuing to struggle against each other, mashing them all into the turnbuckle, sending the ref and Jimmy to the ground and Preecha to his knees. Trinity stands at ringside screaming but it is no use for the deaf fighter as he is almost completely closed off from the outside world!
Jimmy Garcia: Preecha has been blinded! Corey has blinded the World Champ! Now what is he going to do?!?
Slowly strutting to the other side of the ring, Corey Black spots the baseball bat. He smirks and picks it off the ground.
Gravedigger: Yes! Do it!
He turns and looks to the blind and deaf champion who is attempting to get up to his feet. Corey waits for a second for his prey to fully get up before running in and swinging that bat right into Preecha’s gut sending him to his knees once again. The crowd erupts in boos not just for the match being interrupted but also for the foul acts of Creeping Death.
It is at this time Jimmy has gotten back up to his feet and in his grogginess, walks over to the intruder. Turning around, Corey sees Good Ol’ Ramblin’ Jimmy throwing up fisticuffs.
Sebastian Reed: Is Jimmy really challenging Corey Black right now?!
But Corey only chuckles before taking his empty hand and knocks poor ol’ Jimmy across the jaw, sending him over like a falling tower. Turning back to his true target, Corey sees Preecha is right where he left him, one his knees, arms around his stomach. Winding up as if it were a golf swing, Corey smacks Preecha upwards on the chin, knocking the champ out.
Gravedigger: Now, that is excitement! If Preecha had any brains, he would have prepared to be attacked at any point but he let his guard down like an idiot!
Corey drops the bat, lifts Preecha up and throws him over Jimmy. He then shakes up the ref and throws him at the two, demanding the count before rolling out and heading up the ramp.
1!
2!
3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner and STILL your UCI World Heavyweight Champion! Preecha Kamon!
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t think this is a defense that Preecha will cherish…
Gravedigger: Gotta get ‘em anyway that you can!
Corey smirks as he watches from the ramp. Trinity walks up and starts bitching him out but he waves it off as he turns away and walks up the ramp and past the curtain before fading to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:38:48 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:39:57 GMT -6
Rising Stars Match Terra Walker vs. Matt Angel
Jimmy Garcia: Rising Stars action as Terra Walker takes on Matt Angel.
Sebastian Reid: Let’s see if Matt Angel can start his comeback against the Bitter Aviator.
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.
Taylor Lorde: This contest is set for one fall! Making her way to the ring, from Oxford, England, weighing in at 132lbs, she is PSYCHONIC TERRA WALKERRR!
Sebastian Reid: Terra had a successful match last week when she teamed with Mikey eXtreme to face Warbird and Ginger Red.
Gravedigger: Terra is going to fucking kill Angel.
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: I’m just going to say grace before Matt Angel meets his end.
"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: And her opponent! Residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 180lbs, MATT AAAANGEEEEEL!!!
Gravedigger: ...And may the lord have mercy on his soul. Amen.
He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans. The ref checks each competitor for any weapons before starting the match.
*DING DING DING*
*WHAM!!!*
Jimmy Garcia: Wow! Busaiku knee by Terra Walker right to the dome of Matt Angel!
Gravedigger: I pray for good reason!
Terra starts blatantly choking Angel. The ref starts the 5 count.
1! 2! 3!
Terra lets go, and then picks up Angel by the hair. She irish whips him to the corner and runs for him, but he counters with a boot. He shoots up to the second rope.
Sebastian Reid: Hurricanrana by Matt Angel! Good way to turn things around before Terra took too much advantage.
Jimmy Garcia: Terra has to keep him grounded if she wants to win this match up!
Matt picks up Terra for a vertical suplex, but Terra knees him on the way up. She lands on her feet and strikes him with an elbow, and then boots him in the head before he can get back to his feet.
Sebastian Reid: Terra showing her mean streak early on here, as she’s literally dragging Matt by the hair to bring him to the corner!
Gravedigger: Matt’s about to fuck up…
As Gravedigger calls it, Matt makes the mistake of slapping Terra in the face. She responds with vicious stomps to the corner.
1! 2! 3! 4!
Jimmy Garcia: And Terra lets go. She’s gotta be careful not to let that mean streak get to her though, as it could get her disqualified.
Sebastian Reid: Terra goes for the Landslide, but Angel slides underneath.
*BANG!*
Jimmy Garcia: Rolling elbow to the Bitter Aviator! Now Angel is heading up to the top!
*WHAM!*
Sebastian Reid: And down goes the high flyer, as Terra cuts him down!
Terra grabs Matt by the hair once more to set up…
*WHOOSH-WHAM!*
Gravedigger: INTO THE LITHOSPHERE!
Suddenly, “I’m Gonna Getcha Good” by Shaina Twain hits the PA speakers, distracting Terra Walker.
Sebastian Reid: That’s Ginger Red’s theme, but she doesn’t seem to be going through the curtain.
Gravedigger: Wait… is that… is that a fucking horse!?
A chestnut stallion appears through the curtain, completely throwing off Terra Walker, as well as everyone else in attendance.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait! Matt Angel just scooped up Terra Walker!
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2!
NO!!!
*WHAM!!!*
Gravedigger: BRAIN TREMOR!!! Lights out for Matt Angel!
1!
2!
3!
*DING DING DING*
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this contest.. Terra Walker!!!
Jimmy Garcia: There she is! Ginger just walked through the curtain!
Ginger makes it to the stage, and climbs atop her stallion, mic in hand.
Ginger Red: Hey there, gal. You didn’t think I was done with ya after I heard the smack you been spoutin’ about, did ya? There’s only room for one owner of the Rising Stars Division, and that’s me!
Terra calls for a mic of her own.
Terra Walker: Oh, dear. I thought we could be friends. We could’ve ruled this division together.
Sebastian Reid: That was the most sarcastic tone I’ve heard in a long time.
Gravedigger: Isn’t it just grand!?
Ginger Red: Nah, girl. I don’t team with spoiled bitches. I kick their teeth in.
Terra Walker: Well then you’re going to meet the same fate as this wanker I just made an example of.
Ginger Red: We’ll see about that. Actions speak louder than words. I’ll see you in that ring.
Ginger’s theme plays as the feed cuts to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:40:42 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:41:29 GMT -6
Guardians Segment
Jimmy Garcia: Hang on, we're getting word -- something's happening backstage...
Arena corridors fill the enormous screen. Hasty footsteps round the corner, and a trio of Guardians comes into view: Bonnie Blue, flanked by Alex Richards and Damian Kaine, dressed in his ring gear and all three wearing identical dark expressions. A closed door marked "Spencer Adams, Owner" does little to slow the three as they barge right in. Adams looks up from a stack of paperwork in front of him, surprised; this certainly isn't the interruption he's expecting. Slowly, he stands, eyeing the Guardians in annoyance, his gaze finally settling on the group's nominal leader.
Spencer Adams: I know you're from the future, Bonnie, but in the Twenty-First Century, it's traditional to KNOCK on a closed door.
Bonnie Blue: Cut the shit, Spencer. We got a bone to pick with you.
A skeptical look crosses Adams' face as he folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the edge of his desk. His mouth lifts in a smirk.
Spencer Adams: Oh, this should be good. Make it quick, though. I'm busy.
The Daughter of Time opens her mouth to reply, but Damian Kaine cuts her off.
Damian Kaine: Listen here, you arrogant prick. And you'd better listen damn well, because this is a warning. You see these three standing before you? We're the fucking camels that drive this company. I think the three of us combined have more main event matches than any other person on this damn roster. We pay your bills, Spencer. And truly? We don't get the credit we deserve. Now, normally, the Guardians wouldn't give a shit about the credit. As long as the lives get saved in the end, right? But you know what, fuck that. We literally have put our lives on the line to put money in your pocket. Andre Holmes broke my fucking back on national television. If it weren't for some special fucking herb, I'd be at a rehabilitation center learning to walk again. That was on your dime. A dime that I haven't seen any compensation for, might I add. So you want to know why we come in here like we own the place? Because we practically do. Bonnie and Alex have carried this company on their backs since it was nothing but a tumour on WCF's lack of a brain, and me? Well, I'm a top seller. We're the top faces of this company, and we deserve to be treated that way.
Spencer Adams: Really? THAT's your beef with me?
Alex Richards: Oh, hell no. It doesn't end there, boss.
Spencer Adams: Let me guess.. you're mad that we don't stock Zim-Quila in the vending machines.
Alex Richards: That is not why I'm mad.
Spencer Adams and Alex snaps back.
Alex Richards: I'm mad because you don't fucking take me seriously! I'm a former fucking world champion! I had a chance to make a little history, become a triple crown champion. I go to war with Sam Kidsgrove. We have the best match on Meltdown. So do I get a re match? No, instead some dumbass, that would be you Spencer, fires Sam and even worse lets him leave with the title in tow. How stupid could you be Spence? But that's not the worst of it. No, I request meeting after meeting with you Spencer.. I get nowhere! I request you bring back Sam for one night only and I would bring that belt back to the UCI for you. You don't even have the decency to respond!
The UCI owner rolls his eyes impatiently as Richards finishes speaking.
Spencer Adams: Is that it? Fine. I heard you out, now get back to work. Kaine's got a match in five --
Bonnie Blue: Nah, Spence, we ain't done yet. 'Cause my boy Kaine is right -- y'ain't promotin' the Guardians near the way we deserve, considerin' everythin' we've accomplished. Every one of us a champion, past or present; the most decorated faction in UCI hist'ry; one of our own just conquered a WCF Hall of Fame veteran! An' yet, not only does this comp'ny routinely fail to push the Guardians -- as a group or individually -- but you fail utterly to protect your talent from continuing harassment by an organization who's stated goal is the annihilation of people like us. That makes YOU complicit in what's become of Andre Holmes, an' all the things that happened since the Society got their hooks in him -- includin' the assault I took at Killin' Floor, which cost me my chance to regain my World Title! Worse still, it cost us our chance to show the Dub what UCI is really made of, an' MY only opportunity to shove John Rabid's own words right back down his lyin' throat.
Spencer Adams: Oh, no, no, no. You will not blame your own fuckup on me. I gave each of you plenty of lead time to get out of that Hellimination match. You all knew what the stakes were, and while we're on the subject --
As he speaks, voice rising in volume, Spencer gets right in Bonnie's face. Alex immediately steps in between Adams and his partner, a gleam of warning in his eye as he shoves Spencer into a leather executive chair.
Alex Richards: Take a seat, Spence. It's high time there were some changes around here. And the Guardians... we're gonna be the ones to make them.
Damian Kaine: Whether you want it, or not.
With that, Kaine and Richards turn to walk away. Bonnie hesitates, leaning across Spencer's desk to delicately trace his jawline with one finger. At her touch, he seems to visibly stiffen, only relaxing when she pulls away again, a vaguely sinister smile on glossy pink lips.
Bonnie Blue: Time. A moment here... a moment there. Somethin' y'oughta think about. Never know how many moments you've got left.
And giving him a wink, Bonnie Blue straightens up and walks out of the office, pausing at the door to mockingly blow a kiss in Spencer's direction before she disappears. The Titantron goes dark again. |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:42:17 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:43:11 GMT -6
Zombie McMorris vs. Damian Kaine
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back to Overload, ladies and gentlemen. If you’re just joining us, you’ve missed an… interesting turn of events, to say the least.
Gravedigger: Interesting? More like completely and utterly wrong! Those… FREAKS, the Guardians just bursted into our esteemed boss’s office and demanded more from HIM! If I were them, I’d be praising the ground he walks on because if it weren’t for him, they wouldn’t be here.
Garcia: There are way too many inaccuracies in that argument… But i’ll let it go as we get ready for our next matchup.
“Carnivore” by Starset disrupts the bickering as Damian Kaine passes under the curtain, his normal cheerful demeanor seemingly absent.
Garcia: Digger, this man is one of the three aforementioned Guardians who confronted Spencer Adams just moments ago. And, if I’m being honest, he has some points.
Kaine climbs into the ring as "Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.
He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.
Fans: Easy! Easy!
He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.
Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!
Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!
Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier.
Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the timekeeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Garcia: Folks, this is more than just some random match that Spencer Adams is using to bury Damian Kaine, this is a rematch from Lazarus, wherein Damian Kaine unsuccessfully defended his television championship against the Honey Badger.
Digger: And just like Lazarus, I hope ZMac spends as long as he wants destroying this fucking noob.
Voice: Hold up, hold up, hold up.
The camera changes to a view of the entrance ramp where UCI owner Spencer Adams stands, microphone in hand, and receiving mixed reviews from the crowd.
Spencer Adams: You see, Digger, I completely agree with you. I hope Ol’ Z completely obliterates this ungrateful twatwaffle tonight. And, since I have the ability to actually do something about it, I’m hereby declaring this match a no-disqualification match. Hey Z. Have fun.
With his final note, the Antidote turns and passes under the curtains.
Gravedigger: YES! Spencer I love you! This is why you’re the best boss ever. I can’t wai-
Digger’s voice cuts as we see Sebastian Reid with the cord to Digger’s headset, unplugged. Reid sits and puts on his own headset.
Reid: You have exhausted your asshole privileges for the next half hour. Sorry folks, old men have small bladders. AND THE MATCH BEGINS!
Damian rushes towards Z, delivering sharp punches to the freshly healed stomach. However, Z quickly ends this, shoving Damian to the ground and stomping on him.
Zombie McMorris: Let’s end this quickly.
Zombie begins digging in his pants before pulling out a set of brass knuckles.
Reid: No! Not this early!
Garcia: Damn Spencer!
In one clear swing, Zombie knocks Kaine right back to the ground, where he continues his stomping. Z pushes Damian out of the ring, where he falls to the concrete below. Z climbs down and grabs Damian by the hair. As he tries to pull him to his feet, Kaine fights back, landing blows to McMorris’s ribs, causing his grip to loosen.
Kaine makes his way to his feet and manages to send his opponent into the metal barricade. Kaine runs and attempts to splash, to no avail, as Zombie ducks out of the way, sending Kaine rib-first into the barrier.
McMorris once again grabs Kaine by the hair, dragging him to the announce table and bouncing him off of it.
Zombie: C’mon Bitch! Where’s that lion’s heart!
He tosses Kaine to the ground, Shortly after, he begins to dig underneath the ring, before pulling out a-
A Lucille?
Zombie stares at the barb-wired baseball bat he carries in his hand, and his gaze shifts to the struggling body of Damian. Within seconds, he’s pummelling Kaine into the ground with the bat, ripping Kaine’s back to shredded flesh. Then he stops, dropping the bat to simply goad Kaine into getting back up and into the ring.
Zombie: C’mon boy! Ya makin’ this shit too damn eazy for ol’ Z. Le’me put you out of your misery.
Kaine somehow manages to get to his hands and knees.
Kaine: Y’know what… Fuck it.
He uses the table to get to his feet, where he manages to stand completely straight. The camera focuses on his face, showing a deadpan, concentrated look.
Screams fill the arena as the earth begins to quake. Within seconds, the earth before the ring begins to open up, forming a 6 metre wide chasm inside the Bridgestone Arena. Several audience members’ screams are lost as they fall to the core of the Earth. Even ZMac looks slightly amazed, staring down into the chasm long enough to be surprised to turn back and be face-to-face with Kaine, a microphone in his hand.
Kaine: Deuces, Bitch.
In a swift move, Kaine grabs hold of Zombie and tosses him over the ropes, into the fissure.
*Ding*
Kaine picks up the microphone once more.
Kaine: For the first time in a long time, the winner of this match, the man who deserves it, Damian Kaine.
Sebastian Reid: What… the.. Uh… Oh. Uh… Okay…
*fade to black.* |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:44:11 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:45:50 GMT -6
Corey Bull & Kevin Bishop vs El Payaso Loco & Karlie Nash Special Guest Commentary: Bonnie Blue/Alex Richards
Jimmy Garcia: I still can't believe all that we've witnessed here tonight!
Gravedigger: Believe it, Jimmy! I always said there was something rotten about the Guardians, and they're finally showing their true colors with the way they confronted UCI owner Spencer Adams earlier this evening!
Sebastian Reid: Those were some tense moments, and Bonnie Blue's cryptic threat doesn't put her in a favorable light. Maybe the rumors are true, after all.
The arena lights darken and a hush falls over the crowd as "Carnivore" by Starset hits the speakers. Spotlit in dim blue, thick fog billows up from the stage; then clears, to reveal the Guardians -- Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue -- tag title belts raised high to a cheering audience. Bonnie sprints down the aisle, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans along the way, while Alex follows at a more sedate pace, stopping at ringside to chug from his drinking boot. In tandem, the pair climb into the ring; the Daughter of Time immediately leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle as the Archduke of Mass Confusion circles the ring, as the crowd chants "GUAR-DI-ANS! GUAR-DI-ANS!!" And once more, in unison, Bonnie and Alex lift their title belts high overhead to an explosive pop before going to their corner to await the bell.
Jimmy Garcia: And here come the guest commentators -- Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue -- now! Hey, guys, mind explaining --
Bonnie Blue: Shut up, Jimmy. This ain't no press conference. We're here to do commentary, that's it.
Alex Richards: Speaking of which, five announcers is about three too many. Beat it.
Jimmy Garcia hastily removes his headset, and is already halfway up the ramp, while the other two hold their ground.
Bonnie Blue: Start walkin', Reid. And you.... WAVEDigger. Ciao, Sugar!
Alex Richards: You heard the lady. Get lost, guys.
Reluctantly, Reid and Digger back away. Gravedigger points at Bonnie and Alex as he follows his colleagues up the ramp.
Gravedigger: This isn't over, Guardians.
Bonnie grins and gives the commentator a sarcastic wave.
Bonnie Blue: BYEEEEE! Jeez, take a fuckin' hint. Ok -- Ladies an' gentlemen, boys an' girls, children of ALL ages -- WELCOME! To Overload. Is. Guardians!
Alex Richards: Tonight, we have a very special tag-team matchup featuring the one, the only two-time -- FORMER -- World Heavyweight Champion, Kevin "Influenza" Bishop...
Bonnie Blue: And his brand-new Bee-Eff-Eff of the moment, the "Mild Annoyance" Corey Bull!
Alex Richards: Hey, Bon, you remember when Bull got beat by a blanket? Good times.
Bonnie Blue: That they were, Alex! And if that weren't enough, these two stalwarts of the squared circle face their biggest challenge since they hastily formed a tag team; the absolutely random an' nonsensical pairing of El Payaso Loco an' the perpetual joke known as Karlie Nash!
Alex Richards: Does this match even need commentary?
Bonnie Blue: Not really!
The opening riff of "Let's Go" hits the PA as the lights lower. Red, white and green spotlights flicker around the entrance ramp, falling onto one central space. At that point, they focus upwards as Payaso Loco descends from the rafters on a cord of some form, landing safely on the ground. He detaches himself from the cord, making a beeline for the ring and jumping from the floor, over the top rope and into the ring. He flies up to the nearest turnbuckle, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the fans.
Taylor Lorde: First to the ring, standing five-feet, six inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred eighty-six pounds; from the Rabbit Hole .... EEELLLL PAYASSSOOOO LOOOCCOOO!!!!
Alex Richards: Listen to these fans, Bonnie! It's like they don't even know the poor crazy clown is completely screwed! He's got a lot of deadweight to carry.
Bonnie Blue: Speakin' of whom...
"War Machine" by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down and stretches in her corner.
Taylor Lorde: And his partner, standing five-feet, eleven inches tall and at a fighting weight of one-hundred seventy-two pounds; from St. Paul, Minnesota .... she is the "Cougar Hunter," KAAARRLLIIIEEE NNAAAASSHH!!!!
Alex Richards: Perhaps one of the least-inspiring entrances in professional wrestling, ever.
Bonnie Blue: From one of the least-inspirin' wrestlers in the industry; not surprisin'.
"The Curse" by Disturbed plays over the speakers and the monster known as Corey Bull walks out to the top of the ramp, four feet of logging chain draped over his shoulder.
Taylor Lorde: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 385 pounds and hailing from the Great Northwoods....THE HATEBRINGER COREY BULL!
Bull whips his hair back and stretches his arms out to his sides and the ramp lights up as an explosion rocks the ramp area and a mushroom butt floats to the ceiling. Bull marches to the ring, climbing in and walking to the center of the ring. He stares out at the crowd and raises his hands above his head and crosses the wrists and the crowd cheers him on.
Alex Richards: Now that's an entrance!
Bonnie Blue: Damn right, it is! This is a competitor who takes this business seriously, not unlike his partner...
The entire arena falls into complete darkness, all lights have been taken. The audience left in darkness until a booming sound explodes out of the public announce system, taking control over the speakers. Words, the words of a woman's voice are seen on the titan-tron as the introduction begins.
See, the world from afar...
Every time that harsh drop of the bass pounds on the stereo system, the lights shine in synchronization of the beat.
Like dust from a star...
"Event Horizon" by Sttiched Up Heart officially begins as the drums start picking up along the song. A single spotlight emerges center stage exposing Kevin Bishop's back to the crowd, the design of his jacket the only thing seen to the audience's eyes. With the hoodie over his head, he slowly turns around to look at the disloyal fools booing him, slandering his name in their sheer ignorance. The chorus of the song begins which he expands his arms out to the side and a flash of golden fireworks explodes on each side of the stage. After that sequence has finished, he removes the hoodie from on top of his head then marches down the entrance path assuming that glorious posture in his walk, ignoring the fans' arms as they stretch out in a futile attempt to touch the King.
Taylor Lorde: And his partner, standing six-feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred forty-five pounds; from New York City, New York .... he is the "King of the Brotherhood," KEEEVVIIINN BIIIIISHOOPPP!!!!
He takes a few moments to walk around the ring, eyeing down the crazy booing fans behind the barricades. When he climbs up the steel steps, he also takes his place on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ropes. Kevin Bishop removes the UCI World Heavyweight Championship from around his waist and raises it above his head, both hands on each strap. The lights instantly come back to life, lighting every detail of the interior of the stadium. Kevin drops over the top rope down into his corner, hanging the belt on the top rope as he removes his hoodie then tosses it at ringside.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Bonnie Blue: That's the bell, and neither one of these teams is wasting any time at all! Kevin Bishop starts things off against a reluctant-seeming Karlie Nash. Nash with a running forearm!
Alex Richards: OH! KER-ASH! Bishop takes the full force of that and stays standing, while Karlie Nash rebounds. Irresistable force? No. Immovable object? Might as well be!
Karlie tries again, charging at Kevin Bishop in a rush. Bishop counters with a lariat that stops Nash in her tracks and sends her to her back. The Creeping Plague reaches down to lift her to her feet and slings her to his corner, where Corey Bull is waiting.
Bonnie Blue: Tag to the Hatebringer! Corey and Kevin laying the boots to Karlie Nash while senior referee Phil Conner gives a pretty lax five-count. You gotta feel bad for Karlie.
Alex Richards: She knew what she signed up for. Bishop exits the ring at the official's warning and Corey Bull takes over the absolute annihilation of Karlie Nash!
Across the ring, Payaso Loco is on the turnbuckle, one hand clutching the tag rope, the other outstretched; begging for Nash to tag him in.
Bonnie Blue: Loco realizing his partner is in trouble here, and he charges into the ring in an attempt to save her!
Alex Richards: Chivalry isn't going to get you in her pants, Loco! You're not someone's grandma! Bishop back in to defend his own partner, and this is already breaking down!
Bishop and Payaso trade blows. Bull continues to dominate Karlie in the corner, until a low blow distracts him and gives her a chance to escape. She darts for her own corner, but Kevin Bishop isn't having it; he grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around to face him!
Bonnie Blue: It's pandemonium!
Alex Richards: Mmm... panda....
Bonnie Blue: Kevin Bishop just planted Karlie Nash with a tiger suplex! Senior referee Phil Conner warning him off, trying to restore order here!
Payaso is reminded he's not the legal competitor, and reluctantly makes his way back to his corner, while Bull drops to cover Nash.
Alex Richards: A cover, and the count!
ONE . . .
TWO --
Bonnie Blue: Karlie gets a shoulder up! Good for her!
Alex Richards: Maybe not! Corey Bull is in full control of this match right now and things are looking pretty bad for Karlie!
Bull has Nash in a one-handed grip on her throat. He lifts his opponent like a ragdoll and goes to slam her back down -- but Nash finds the strength to break his hold!
Bonnie Blue: Reversal into a modified hurricanrana from Karlie Nash. Corey Bull on his knees and here comes Karlie again!
Alex Richards: Elbow drop right to the middle of the Hatebringer's back!
Bonnie Blue: I think it hurt Nash more than it did Bull! He's up! He shakes it off! He makes a grab for his opponent --
Alex Richards: And Nash evades! Hurries to her corner, Corey Bull right on her heels --
*SMACK!*
Bonnie Blue: Hot tag! And here comes Payaso! Loco vaults over the top rope and right into a rolling cutter! Corey Bull is down!
Alex Richards: Payaso with that quick cover -- and just as quickly, Bull shoves him off, tossing Loco halfway across the ring!
El Payaso Loco lets momentum carry him right to the ropes, where he slingshots himself off with a flying clothesline!
Bonnie Blue: Flying clothesline from Loco!
Bull staggers backward -- right to the impatient Kevin Bishop, who tags himself in. Bull shoots his partner a quizzical look, but climbs out onto the ring apron without argument.
Alex Richards: Kevin Bishop now the legal man for his team, stepping to Payaso. Loco and Bishop trading words... and a chest bump! Loco showing a lot of brass here tonight!
Kevin Bishop backs Payaso toward a neutral corner, as Loco keeps running his mouth. Bishop ends the argument with a backhand chop across the chest of Payso Loco!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Loco delivers a chop of his own!
Crowd: WHOOOOO!
*SMACK!* Bishop again.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
*SMACK!* Now Loco.
Crowd: WHOOOOO!
Bonnie Blue: After the way he blew us off in favor of -- that OTHER place -- last week and totally phoned in his match against Shadowlove, he has to prove he still belongs here with the real talent!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: BOOOOO!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: WHOOOOO!
Alex Richards: That's not easy against a man like Kevin Bishop. He hasn't been quite the same since losing the UCI World Title for the second time -- and to ZMAC, at that! We're looking at a meaner and more focused Bishop tonight!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: BOOOOO!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: WHOOOO!
Bonnie Blue: Losing that title right after picking it up again did not sit well with Kevin Bishop, and it has got to pain him to no end to see it once again in Guardian hands.
*WHAM!*
Crowd: OOOOHHH!
Alex Richards: OHMYGAWD! Not as bad as that tilt-a-whirl backbreaker Bishop just nailed Loco with! Here's the cover!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR --
Bonnie Blue: Kickout by El Payaso Loco! Loco unsteady, but back on his feet. Takes a run at Bishop... Bishop ready with a clothesline -- Payaso ducks!
Alex Richards: Payaso to the ropes; up, up to the top as Bishop turns around! Diving dropkick! Kevin Bishop is on the canvas and now it's Loco with the pin!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR -- NO!
The referee abruptly stops the count, pointing at something.
Bonnie Blue: Kevin Bishop's foot is under the ropes! No pinfall!
Alex Richards: Both men back to their feet and Loco wisely takes the opportunity to tag in a much fresher Karlie Nash -- not that it's going to do either of them a lot of good.
Nash takes one look at a smirking Kevin Bishop and angrily tags herself back out. Payaso and Karlie stand on the apron, arguing, while Bishop looks on. At last, Karlie has had enough, and gives her partner a shove that sends him tumbling to the mats at ringside -- mere feet away from the massive fissure that opened up during the previous match! Senior referee Phil Conner claps his hands in acknowledgment of the tag.
Bonnie Blue: The official urging Karlie back into the ring and she isn't looking too happy about this!
Alex Richards: Bishop making a grab for Karlie as she approaches, and -- EYE RAKE! Karlie Nash does the smartest thing she's done all evening and reaches into her bag of dirty tricks.
Bonnie Blue: But Tracy Dixson isn't even at ringside, Alex!
Alex Richards: ZING!
Bonnie Blue: Nash now with a running boot to a half-blind Kevin Bishop! He staggers around -- right into Karlie's arms! She wraps him up in a waistlock and lifts --
Alex Richards: I can't believe that hit! Karlie Nash showing some strength with that belly to back suplex and now a rollup!
ONE . . .
Bonnie Blue: Feet on the ropes!
TWO . . .
Alex Richards: The ref doesn't see it!
THR -- NO!
Corey Bull makes the save, breaking up the pinfall just before the ref's hand falls a third time!
Bonnie Blue: That was close!
Alex Richards: Yeah -- the closest Karlie Nash is ever gonna get to a victory in the ring!
Bull lays boots to Karlie Nash, joined by a recovered Kevin Bishop.
Bonnie Blue: Payback for that blatant attempt at cheating, and the referee trying to get things under control again!
Alex Richards: Corey Bull back to the outside under threat of disqualification, but it may be too late for Karlie Nash! She's on her feet, just barely...
Kevin Bishop faces the audience with a wicked grin, points to Karlie Nash, then drags a finger across his throat in a slicing motion.
Bonnie Blue: Uh oh. I think we all know what's coming next. Kevin hits the ropes -- springboards off -- BLACK DEATH! It's as good as over -- what the fuck is he doing?!
Slowly, deliberately, holding Bonnie Blue's gaze the entire time, Kevin Bishop transitions into a triangle choke.
Alex Richards: TIMESTOPPER! I don't believe it! Kevin Bishop is sending a message to my partner tonight, using Bonnie Blue's own patented submission finisher!
Bonnie Blue: That son of a bitch...
Meanwhile, El Payaso Loco perches once more on the ring apron, indecision written in his posture as he deliberates on whether or not to intervene and save his partner. At last, he makes up his mind and slips in between the ropes -- only to be met by the imposing mass of Corey Bull. Trapped in the middle of the ring, with no help and no way out, Karlie Nash is forced to tap out.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen... your winners, by submission -- the team of "The Creeping Plague" Kevin Bishop and "Hell's Bastard Son" Corey Bull!!!!
The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction as the official raises Kevin and Corey's arms.
Frustrated, Bonnie Blue whips off her headset and storms the ring, climbing onto the apron to lock eyes with Kevin Bishop. As Karlie Nash rolls out of the ring, Bonnie slips in, followed closely by Alex Richards. The Guardians advance until they're almost nose-to-nose with Bull and Bishop. Simultaneously, Bonnie and Alex remove the Tag Title belts from their shoulders, raising them high without ever looking away. With a cocky smile, Bishop nods, pointing at Bonnie's title, then at himself; while Bull simply stares impassively at Richards.
Jimmy Garcia: Jimmy Garcia, back at ringside, and it looks like we've got a stand-off in the ring right now.
Gravedigger: Kevin Bishop may ultimately have his sights set on that World Championship, but he looks like he wouldn't mind adding a tag team title to his collection of UCI gold as well!
Sebastian Reid: And with a partner like Corey Bull at his side, they could give the Guardians a real run for their money! Are we about to see a Tag Title showdown? We'll find out -- but first, a word from our sponsors!
THE TITANTRON BUZZES.
THE ARENA IS ENGULFED IN DARKNESS.
CELL PHONE LIGHTS ILLUMINATE THE DARKNESS LIKE EYES PEERING THROUGH THE BLACK AND A COLLECTIVE SHIVER RUNS DOWN THE SPINE OF EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE.
Jimmy Garcia: Whaa...what the hell is happening? Get the lights back on!
Sebastian Reid: The Guardians are in disarray! They're out of their element! GET THE DAMN LIGHTS BACK ON!
THE TITANTRON CUTS TO FEED OF A LARGE GROUP OF CLOAKED MEN BEARING TORCHES SURROUNDING THE STRANGE ROVER OUTSIDE OF THE ARENA. THEY START CHANTING SOMETHING WITCHY AS ONE OF THEM APPROACHES A TORCHBEARER AND RENTS THE FLAME FROM HIS HANDS.
HE SPEAKS IN A DEEP, DISTORTED VOICE, HIS FACE INVISIBLE EVEN UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE TORCH.
"DEAD. LIKE. YOU. AND THIS?"
HE TURNS BACK TOWARDS THE STRANGE ROVER AND HURLS THE FLAME INTO THE OPEN PASSENGER SEAT AND THE VEHICLE IMMEDIATELY BURST INTO APOCALYPTIC FLAMES.
"THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. SEE YOU REAL SOON, GUARDIANS."
THE LEADER WALKS OFF SCREEN AND THE ZEALOTS FOLLOW IN TOW, CONTINUOUSLY CHANTING AS THE SCREEN FIXATES ON THE BLAZING STRANGE ROVER.
Jimmy Garcia: What the hell is happening? Is this the Society?
Sebastian Reid: This doesn't seem like their M.O.
The lights return to normal in the arena where Alex Richards is on his knees, watching the flames destroy his pride and joy, The Guardians standing around him. Bonnie places her hand on her tag team partners, her friends, shoulder as a piece of him dies. The rest watch, eyes blazing in the moth of the flames and the scene fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:47:22 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:48:26 GMT -6
Karlie Nash Segment
After the conclusion of Karlie’s tag match Miranda makes her way backstage, she slips some crates and changes into her Karlie’s Kougar shirt. She steps out from the behind the crates and makes her way towards Karlie’s locker room.
Miranda: Yes I’m in Nashville, and tonight I’m making my introduction to Karlie.
Miranda makes her way past several lockerrooms and is approaching Karlie’s locker room, we Karlie notices her and walks over, Karlie looks Miranda up and down, Miranda is disgusted by it, but doesn’t let it show instead she plays along.
Karlie: Hello, I’m Karlie.
I’m Miranda.
Karlie lifts Miranda’s hand and kisses it, Miranda feels her skin crawl, but again plays along.
Karlie: So, I guess you're my cougar for tonight.
Miranda: I guess so.
Karlie: Let me grab my things from my locker room and we can go to my hotel.
Miranda: That won’t be necessary, Karlie.
Karlie: Okay your hotel then.
Miranda: I’m sorry Karlie, but you misunderstand, I have no desire to have sex with you, as a matter, the thought of having sex with another woman disgusts me.
Karlie: Yet you're wearing that shirt.
Miranda: I apologize for the deception, but I felt wearing this shirt was a sure fire way to meet you and I was right about that.
Karlie: So If we're not having sex, I’ll go find another woman wearing that shirt, that I know will have sex with me.
Miranda: What your doing is sinful, but I want to help you, give up your sinful ways.
Karlie: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news Miranda, but I’m gay, and I have the right to be gay, and I have the right to sleep with as many women as I want.
Miranda: The world looks down on people like you Karlie, but if you let me help you, I know I can change you.
Karlie: You can’t change who someone is, Miranda.
Miranda: Actually our program has been quite successful.
Karlie: Your program, what Pray The Gay Away.
Miranda: Prayer is part of the program, but there are other methods as well.
Karlie: Listen, I wish you good luck, and when I’m laying in bed with another willing cougar, what you just said, will be the last thing on my mind, now if you will excuse me.
Karlie walks away from Miranda towards her locker room.
Miranda dials her phone.
Miranda: I made contact with Karlie, she seems like a tough nut to crack, but once she’s in our program, she’ll crack just like the rest.
Miranda starts walking towards the exit.
Miranda: I’ll keep you informed.
Miranda exits the arena and observes Karlie and a much older lady walking towards the car. They climb into the car and drive off.
Miranda: I look forward to your conversion Karlie, you will crack like all the rest.
Miranda climbs into her Uber and it drives off. |
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Post by Results on Nov 14, 2017 1:49:37 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Harry Diderot (c) vs. Allen Walker
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for this week's main event, and what a bout we have for you!
Sebastian Reid: It is truly interesting the road that lead us to this point. Back at Killing Floor, Allen Walker won a number one contendership match against Good Ole' Ramblin' Jimmy for the UCI Television title, and was set to face Jack "The Crack" Schlongson the following week, but when the card went up, a good number of people were surprised to find “Hippo” Harry Diderot in Allen's spot instead due to accusations from THEN champion Jack about possible illegal performance enhancing drugs. He demanded Allen take a drug test before being allowed to face the champion.
Gravedigger: As is his right as champion! A champion should know that every match he goes into is a fair fight!
Jimmy Garcia: I'm at a loss to name a time its ever been fair to face Jack with his flunkies behind him!
Sebastian Reid: Regardless, that night, Allen ended up interfering in the match and costing Jack the win, but not before Harry put on a valiant effort, kicking out of every pin attempt despite Jack's many cheap tactics. Finally out of the way, Allen has finally been granted his belated contendership match against Hippo Harry.
Jimmy Garcia: That's right, and the heat isn't just between Jack and Allen. Harry has also had some beef with Allen due to various twitter altercations. Needless to say, there has been no love loss between the two of these great fighters, and we are about to get a hell of a fight tonight!
The lights bleed blood red as "Enchanted by the Moon" by Amorphis hits the PA system. Allen Walker burst to the stage as the lead riff pumps up the crowd. Piercing lights surround the arena whenever the riff restarts. Walker holds up his two belts while smirking. He grabs the two belts by the teeth as he marches down the ramp, sneering at the crowd, and scoffing off at anyone that wants a high five, sometimes flipping them off.
Jimmy Garcia: There is the classic brash and abrasive personality of Allen Walker, carrying his two titles - both independent of UCI - to the ring, and looking to make it three before the night is over I would expect.
Once at ringside, he takes the belts out of his mouth, just to show them off to the crowd once again, just to piss them off, though they still cheer. He goes up to the top rope and holds his two belts up once more, for added emphasis. He goes to the middle of the ring and drops his titles. He yells at the crowd to "Kneel before Len!" before his music fades to quiet, and the lighting returns to normal.
Lights dim as everyone looks up to the big screen to a low beat.
You in the wrong neighborhood…
Sebastian Reid: And here comes the champion, "Hippo" Harry Diderot!
“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, belt on his shoulder, 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.
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for one fall!
Audience: ONE FALL!
Taylor Lorde: And is for the UCI television title. Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Oxford, England, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds: ALLEN WALKER!
Allen walks forward, giving his classic sneer as the crowd gives a mixed, albeit loud, reaction. He steps back into his corner.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing next, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at three hundred and forty five pounds, the UCI television champion: "HIPPO" HARRY DIDEROT!
The champion steps out of his corner to the applause of the audience as he raises the title high over his head. He then hands it over to the referee and backs into his corner. The referee hands the title off and calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
Sebastian Reid: And the match is underway!
The two men begin to circle each other around the ring, one hesitant to give the other an opening.
Jimmy Garcia: This is one of those types of matches where the first move could be the deciding factor for how this whole thing turns out.
Sebastian Reid: Well, being that Harry has the size advantage, I think Allen is hesitant to really get into a back-and-forth altercation that would put him on the losing end, but with Allen's speed advantage and textbook knowledge of joint manipulation, Harry might not want to charge straight into a trap.
Allen charges forward first and goes for the legs, but Harry leaps out of the way. Harry tries to capitalize with a quick elbow drop, but Allen rolls out of the ring in time and just shakes his head.
Gravedigger: Ha! I like this kid! He may have screwed Jack, but nice to see him get one over on this new fan favorite.
Harry gets up and gets up against the ropes to look down at Allen, demanding he get back in the ring. The referee manages to push Harry back to start the ten count, but before he starts, Allen rolls into the ring since Harry had been properly pushed back.
Jimmy Garcia: Allen smartly using what he can to create distance between the two.
The referee moves out from between the two and Allen quickly moves in, charging with an elbow to the temple, continuing his strike with a quick succession of more elbows, pushing Harry back into the corner. Allen steps back a few feet and comes charging in with a running body splash, but at the last minute Harry turns and knocks Allen with a back elbow.
Sebastian Reid: It seemed like Allen was about to get the upper hand in the match, but like was said earlier, when it comes to trading blows, Allen might be at a bit of a disadvantage.
Harry steps out from the corner and soon as Allen manages to face Harry, Hippo comes at him with a stiff clothesline, knocking Allen to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Harry managing to mount an offense against The Bitter Champion.
Harry grabs Allen by the hair and pulls him back to a vertical position. Harry swings a solid punch combination, getting Allen's ribs and head, sending him back into the ropes. Harry grabs his arms and whips him across the ring, but on the return Allen ducks another clothesline, bounces on the ropes behind Harry, and lands a chop block to the back of Harry's knee, sending the champion to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Dirty tactics by Allen to regain control over the match.
Allen capitalizes and grabs Harry's attacked leg and turns him over for a single leg boston crab, reeling back to add extra pressure to the knee. Harry trying hard to pull himself across the mat, using that size advantage to pull the two of them along. Harry reaches over and grabs the bottom rope to force a rope break from the referee, but Allen continues to hold on, forcing the referee to go into a five count.
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Allen lets go of the leg and backs away from Harry, regaining his cocky smirk as the referee checks on Harry.
Gravedigger: There is a man who knows how to properly utilize the five count to his advantage. Most people look down on such things, but I can tell you one thing, the longer you get to hold that submission, the less likely your opponent is going to be able to recover quickly. Every hold, every second is used to work the match in Allen's favor.
Once the referee backs away from Harry, Allen walks back over to him and stomps on Harry's leg.
Jimmy Garcia: While I don't agree on the tactics, it is classic ring theory to try and chop the bigger man down. A bigger man off his feet is a far smaller threat, but Allen is going to need to think twice if he thinks that's all he'll need to debilitate someone like Harry.
Allen grabs Harry's leg and drags him back to the center of the ring. He wraps his arm around the leg, making like he is about to go for the single leg crab again, but Harry pulls him in with his trapped leg and puts his free foot against Allen's chest before powerfully pushing him away. Allen is sent backwards, landing flat on his ass.
Sebastian Reid: Harry saw he was in a compromising position and was quick to try and get out of it.
Both competitors managed to get to their feet at the same time, though Harry savoring his left leg as he has his hands up, staring down the challenger in this bout. Allen again dives for the leg and Harry leaps out of the way, mirroring the beginning of the match, but this time, Harry is quicker to drop his elbow and come down on the small of the back of Allen. Harry gets to his feet and pulls Allen up with him before pulling him in for a big knee to the gut, following it up by bouncing Allen against the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and on the return Harry grabs Allen and spins him for a snap powerslam, landing with a solid thud.
Sebastian Reid: Harry properly asserting himself in this match up.
Harry goes for the pin.
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Gravedigger: Gonna need more than that to put away someone with TWO TITLES!
Harry, in disbelief, but not discouraged, grabs Allen and tries to pull him up, but Allen reels back and gives a solid punch to the gut, doubling Harry over in pain. He brings up a knee and knocks Harry back upright before following it up with a punch to the jaw. Harry dazed by the strike, Allen pulls him in, hooks up, and with a decent show of strength, manages to bring Harry over with a suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Solid back and forth action between both in this match up.
Harry goes for the pin.
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NO! Harry kicks out. Allen complains to the referee, telling him it was definitely three, but the referee disputes the claim.
Allen doesn't continue wasting time though, as he pulls Harry up and brings him between his legs, underhooking both arms.
Sebastian Reid: Could he be trying to 'Slay the King'?
Allen tries lifting Harry, but Harry whips his legs out wildly to fight it off. Once his feet are firmly planted back on the ground, Harry uses his strength to throw Allen over, sending the challenger to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Great show of strength by Harry
Gravedigger: ...It wasn't that good.
Harry regains his composure as Allen attempts to get back to his feet. Harry turns around and sees Allen, throwing a quick haymaker in his direction, nailing him in the jaw. Allen is back on his feet, back reeling from the punch. Harry turns Allen around and hooks in the Half-and-Half suplex. Allen tries to fight out of it, but Harry over powers him and tosses the challenger over.
Jimmy Garcia: BROTHER RICHIE FROM HIPPO!
Hippo goes for the pin.
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NO! Allen manages to kick out last second. Both fighters laying on the ground, exhausted from their bout so far.
"Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma plays over the sound system.
Jimmy Garcia: WHAT?! NO! Jack was supposed to be out due to injuries! Even when he isn't champion, he can't seem to keep out of things.
Gravedigger: You don't know why he is out here! Don't assume.
Jack, with a bandaged forehead due to Allen's vicious attack from last week, comes storming down to the ring with Rekt 'Em following behind him, all with a stern look of business across their faces.
Sebastian Reid: It seems like Jack has picked the perfect opportunity to interfere, being that both men are currently down.
Jack quickly slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop him, but Bran quickly gets in the way, throwing the referee over the top rope to the floor outside of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: YOU WERE SAYING?!
Gravedigger: Hey, the referee came at him!
Jimmy Garcia: He shouldn't be in the ring at all!
Jack yells something to Rekt 'Em and points over at Allen. They pick the downed challenger and pull him to his feet, holding him up. Harry looks around and moves to the ringside.
Sebastian Reid: Looks like Jack is trying to pay Allen back for last week.
Gravedigger: Can you blame him?! Interfering in two of his matches IN A ROW! Jack deserves a little pay back!
Jimmy Garcia: Jack started it in the first place!
Gravedigger: Listen to you, you sound like a child! "OH! HE STARTED IT!" Grow up, Jimmy! This is Jack getting revenge for being wronged!
Jack walks up to Allen with a smirk as Allen comes to. He realizes he is being held back by Rekt 'Em and tries to break out, but he is held firmly in place. Jack is mere inches from Allen. Jack grabs Allen by the chin and pulls him in for a kiss, planting it on Allen's lips. When Jack pulls back Allen starts screaming at Jack before spitting at him in the eye. Jack wipes away the spit before shaking his head and kicking The Bitter Champ with a superkick. Rekt 'Em continues to hold him up to keep him from falling over. Jack signals to the two holding him, who hoists him onto their shoulders and hits a double powerbomb on him.
Jimmy Garcia: THIS IS A MOCKERY OF THE SPORT! JACK NEEDS TO BE BANNED!
Jack smiles, turning around, but as he does so, Harry comes out and knocks Jack with a kitchensink knee, following it up with a gourdbuster.
Sebastian Reid: MAIN STREET FROM HARRY!
Jack falls to the mat and rolls out. Other members of Rekt 'Em look at Harry, but quickly run away as soon as Harry comes at them like his about to mess them up something fierce. They jump to the outside and tend to Jack.
Jimmy Garcia: It seems Rekt 'Em is too scared to face the UCI Television champion.
Gravedigger: They were tending to Jack outside the ring! Their leader was hurt! Don't be inconsiderate!
Harry walks over and checks on Allen, getting him to his feet. After a moment, Allen reals back and smacks Harry across the face. Harry shakes his head and grabs Allen, whipping across the ring again, hitting him in the return with his A-Town Bomb. A new referee runs out to the ring and slides in just as Harry goes for the pin.
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Taylor Lorde: Your winner and STILL UCI TELEVISION CHAMPION: "HIPPO" HARRY DIDEROT!
As Harry gets up he is handed his title by a ring hand and raises it above his head. He puts it around his waist to the cheers of the audience, seeing one of their favorites retain after a rough match.
As he does so, to no music, Terra Walker runs out to the ring while Allen rolls out of the ring. She walks over to check on him as he regains himself. Jack, with his crew, walks over to the Walker's and begins chewing out Allen. Allen looks over at Jack and makes like he is about to charge him, but Terra pushes him back, trying to talk sense into him. Jack continues his jawing. Terra turns around to tell Jack to get back, but Jack ignores her. Again Allen tries to go at Jack, but Terra remains between the two. Jack begins to laugh. Terra looks back and forth between the two, takes a deep breath, and nails Jack with a headbutt, knocking him backwards into his entourage. Allen laughs, the two embracing before turning their sights to Rekt 'Em, who quickly begin shuffling to the back with Jack in their arms. |
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