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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 0:58:33 GMT -6
Opening Segment
“Lights Out” By Royal Blood hits and everyone’s favourite vampiric owner of a rival company shambles down to the ring. He’s looking rather flustered. In Tow he has Dr Strange and he’s carrying the contract that he signed for the match against Sam Kidsgrove only two weeks ago.
He rolls into the ring as the crowd boo him mercilessly and grabs a microphone. Not waiting for his music to stop he starts on his rant.
Vincent Pryde: 2 FUCKING WEEKS! 2 FUCKING WEEKS TO GO THROUGH THIS CONTRACT! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATER FUCKING TIGHT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? IT WAS SOMEHOW REPLACED WITH THIS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.
Vincent stomps around the ring. He breathes deeply, trying to calm himself down as Dr Strange attempts in vain to chill him out.
Vincent Pryde: RIght, so I want to tell you a little story. A bit of history if you will. The contract that I had prepared for Sam Kidsgrove, that he said he was signing was a very good contract. It was the most lucrative contract in the HISTORY of NBW. It would have made him the face of the company. Granted, it was an involved contract, a quite hefty tome. But it was a contract nevertheless.
Vincent shows the contract in his hand.
Vincent Pryde: THIS! THIS ISN’T THAT CONTRACT!
Vincent opens up the first page.
Vincent Pryde: See now the first few pages, they look like the contract. A legally binding document that ties Sam Kidsgrove into a 10 year deal at NBW as the face of the company. One that will make us both rich. ZOOM IN CAMERA MAN!
The cameraman zooms in and sure enough, there is the start of the contract.
He then flicks to a few pages in.
Vincent Pryde: SEE THIS THOUGH? IT’S A FUCKING SCREENPLAY TO STAR WARS EPISODE IX, WHATEVER THAT IS! THIS IS A TRAVESTY! KIDSGROVE AGREED TERMS, I WON THE MATCH. HE SHOULD BE SIGNING FOR ME! I MEAN THIS SHOULD..
Vincent is cut off by the sound of the Universal Studios fanfare as our Intercontinental Champion Sam Kidsgrove saunters out to the ramp, grinning from ear to ear at the fans, all of which are glad to see him. He stops on the ramp and slowly, calmly begins to speak.
Sam Kidsgrove: This should what, Vincent? I hope you are not just about to say that this should mean I’m working for you? After all, who was the one who got me fired in the first place? Who was the one who ensured that I was defending this InterContinental title in bingo halls for slimey 2 bit promoters? Who was the one who decided that stealing my shit and making my private business public was a good idea? What were you expecting Vincent? Were you expecting me to just go “Oh OK, I see you did that for my own good?” I’m sorry Vincent, but no. As soon as I was shown that video, about the man you really are, I had no hesitation to re-sign for UCI.
Vincent Pryde: THIS IS A BREACH OF
Sam Kidsgrove: You don’t get to say anything right now about breaches, son. Someone turn his mic off? Thanks.
Vincent’s mic is turned off as he continues to rant, the only person who can hear him though is Dr Strange, who is standing there in his mask, not giving anything away, obviously.
Sam Kidsgrove: As I was saying, you can’t talk about breaches after framing me. But I will give you some good news. I mean technically the contract was replaced with the screenplay of Star Wars Episode IX. Which I have been cast in by the way, thank you. But did you actually bother to read what you signed?
Vincent tries to respond, but his mic is still off.
Sam Kidsgrove: Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re on mute. Well my friend, look at the back 3 pages. Next to my signature is yours, Jenson’s and Teo’s. That is a contract. It’s a contract for me and you to get in this ring at Civil War, one on one, for me to kick the living fuck out of you. Also, because I have to defend this thing within the next week. It will be for the Intercontinental title.
The crowd go nuts at this. Sam Kidsgrove v Vincent Pryde for the UCI Intercontinental title! Sam smiles at the crowd, somewhat pandering as seemingly half of the NBW locker room fly out of the backstage area.
Jimmy Garcia: IT’S A TRAP!
Gravedigger: Don’t tell me you’re in Star Wars too?
Sebastian Reid: No, but I am.
The NBW roster at this point have Kidsgrove on the floor and they are all laying into him with kicks and punches. Kidsgrove isn’t able to respond as this came from nowhere.
Jimmy Garcia: This is a mugging!
Sebastian Reid: YEAH AND WHERE IS KIDSGROVE’S HELP?
As the mugging is happening, the tron shows a video feed from backstage. It seems that the other half of the NBW roster have been found. They’re busy doing the same with Andre Jenson and Teo Del Sol. Both men are on the ground being overwhelmed by the sheer force of the NBW.
The crowd are livid at this, as Vincent Pryde slowly makes his way to where Sam Kidsgrove is being beaten down by the NBW roster. They hold him up to Pryde as he walks over. Pryde picks up the UCI Intercontinental title and stares at it for a brief moment, before Crashing the belt over the skull of Sam Kidsgrove. The hold him up again, he crashes the title over Sam’s head again, and again for the third time, again and again until Sam draws blood. As soon as he does, Sam is let go, unconscious, he drops to the ground.
Vincent wipes his hand over Sam’s open wound, laughing a maniacal and sinister laugh. He then tastes Sam’s blood, before smearing it over the UCI Intercontinental title. He holds it over his head as he looks down at Sam’s unresponsive body, then orders NBW to leave, he follows - with the belt, leaving Sam alone on the ramp.
Gravedigger: I guess that he’s stolen the belt now?
Jimmy Garcia: Looks that way, Digger, looks that way. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 0:59:42 GMT -6
Street Fight Zombie McMorris vs. Damian Kaine
Jimmy Garcia: Last week we saw Damien Kaine throw Zombie McMorris into a pit that we think Damien opened within the Earths crust.
Sebastian Reid: Some of the craziest stuff I’ve ever seen.
Jimmy Garcia: And now this week is the rematch. ZMAC verse Damien Kaine in a street fight that Buddy Roman requested.
Wavedigger: I’ve known ZMAC a long, long time and I don’t think even he can come back from that.
Jimmy: Well, we’re about to find out.
"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 time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.
ZMAC gets a mic from Taylor Lorde and addresses the crowd.
Zombie McMorris: UCI… Whats up?
Crowd: ZMAC! ZMAC! ZMAC!
Zombie McMorris: Now last week, DK done did try tah do ya boi all nasty kinds of dirty. You see, he and the Guardians think that they are not being given a fair shake regardless of tag team, HM and world titles between them. No, you see, they are not given run of UCI because they cant run UCI so they gotz to try and thin out the population -> the only man that can single handedly take them out. The way I see it, The entire Guardians crew tried to murk ya boi. Now that’s some unthick shit if I ever did hear it. DK, you tried to kill me. End my life. Snuff out my flame. End my chapter. Finish my book. Bury me six feet under – literally. Now let me ask you somethin’ -> hows that shit workin out for you? Allow me to let you in on a little secret. Aint nobody going to end ol’ Z except for ol’ Z. Aint no one in the back bad enough to make ol’ Z hang it up. You threw me into the center of the fucking Earth last week and I still made it home for WWE Survivor Series, only on the WWE Network for 9.99 a month. That may or not be a shameless plug but there is one thing for certain… DK… ZMACS.GONNA. KILL YOU. And then.. I’m coming after all of your friends and anyone who wants to step in my way.
Garcia: Powerful words by the former world champion.
Reid: I really feel bad for DK right now.
The intro of "Sweatpants" hits the PA, drawing all eyes to the stage. As Gambino's first verse starts, Damian appears on the stage, and slowly walks
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring, from Savannah, Georgia! Weighing in at 157 pounds. Damian Kaine!
Kaine hops on the apron.
WHAM!
ZMAC goes on the attack before DK even gets in the ring. He shoulder tackles DK off the apron before hitting the ropes and leaping outside the ring with a suicide dive. He stays on DK with a series of mounted punches before picking him up and throwing into the steel steps, sending DK crashing down hard.
ZMAC: Is this what you wanted, DK? Is this what you wanted your life to be like?
ZMAC picks up DK and throws him into the corner of the guard rail and just starts stomping the shit out of him. Seriously, someone check dat boy for the dookie express all the way -> non-stop to shits ville. Nope, not yet. That’s just his career. Getting straight up fucking trashed.
ZMAC goes over to the ring and pulls out a chair.
ZMAC: You look tired. You looked stressed son. You look like you seen a fuckin ghost. Here you should sit the fuck down.
ZMAC cracks DK over the head with a steel chair before tossing it away and sending DK stumbling to safety. ZMAC aint far behind doe as he cracks DKS skull of the corner ring post. ZMAC sets up the chair and throws DK on it. DK is dazed, confused and royally fucked.
ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!
Boot Party connects because DK is a fucking simpleton and cant fucking dodge.
Reid: I think DK just accepted his fate.
Garcia: Yah but its like he didn’t even show up to the match.
Wavedigger: Its smart, why prolong the inevitable? Its just going to make ZMAC beat him worse.
Garcia: I don’t think it can get much worse.
ZMAC picks up DK and throws him into the ring. ZMAC gets in the ring.
DING DING.
ZMAC picks up DK and German suplex him. One. Twice..
Crowd: WELCOME TO CRACK ROCK CITY-BITCH!
DK gets to his feet, trying to show some fight. He runs at ZMAC..
Garcia: Deep Dick Six.Side walk backbreaker.
ZMAC picks DK up and sets him on his shoulder…
WHAM
Dominator spike DDT.
ZMAC picks up DK again, throwing him into the turn buckle and connecting with a flying flipping snaremare. ZMAC launches himself outside the ring and lands on his feet. He slides back into the ring and hits a lionsault.
the pin
1..
2..
NOOOO
He lets DK up….. Running curb stomp.
ZMAC waits for DK to stir and get to a knee…
WHAM!
DOVE KILLAH!
The pin..
1..
2…
3 !!!!!
Garcia: He did it! ZMAC comes back and absolutely dominates Damien Kaine.
Reid: Yah but its like he just quit before the match even started.
Wavedigger: It wouldn’t have changed the outcome.
Reid: Oh I know but he made all that hype last week and this week..
Wavedigger: Last week was a week of falsehoods. This week is a week of truths. We saw the true face of DK, getting battered like a mule and we saw the true face of ZMAC… ruthlessness and aggression personified. Everyone in the back just learned a lesson… don’t fuck over the coked up madman! |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:00:25 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:01:13 GMT -6
Preecha Segment #1
"Sayonara, Perfect World" by Midori blasts over the P.A. System the crowd erupts as Preecha and Trinity step out passed the curtain but there is instant concern as it appears that Trinity is guiding Preecha, who has bandages around his eyes, down the ramp. It was a slow descent and then proceeded up the steel steps one at a time. Preecha hesitantly worked his way through the rope quickly followed by Trinity. She guides him to the center of the ring before going and grabbing a mic.
Trinity Hayashi: You are all probably wondering why we’re here this week. Even Jenson and Teo recommended Preecha stay home for the time being, to recover from his...unfortunate injury. But I know for a fact that come hell or high water, Preecha doesn’t take a day off. Nothing was going to keep him from showing up to Overload. Especially not the dirty tactics of Mr. Black.
The crowd grows in boos at the mention of Corey Black.
Trinity Hayashi: Because as you know, that is exactly what this is! This is the work of Corey Black! Last week, during Preecha’s match to defend his title, Corey Black interfered and attacked the champion by spitting Black Mist right in his face! This led to Preecha being unable to see! Corey Black closed him off from the world, knowing that with the champ already being deaf, all he would have to do is remove his sight and it would be as good as his...Funny enough, Corey doesn’t realize he was sabotaging his own chance at the title. Because, when we got here, Teo and Jenson were telling us how they were planning to cancel the match since Mr. Black’s actions were, in their words, inexcusable. They thought it best to give Preecha Kamon some time to rest and figure out what they were going to do with...Creeping Death…
A murmur surges through the crowd. Concern they aren’t going to get the Main Event they were promised for Civil War…
Trinity Hayashi: But as I said, Preecha, as your world champion, doesn’t take time off and so we told Jenson and Teo that the match is still on because we’ll be damned if some cheap shot is going to make us back down. Mr. Black, you have your match and just know that you have unleashed a fury upon you that won’t stop, whether deaf, blind, mute, or amputated! I hope you are ready for the consequences of your actions because if you thought this was going to be easier, well...it just got a whole lot harder for you!
Trinity tosses the mic as the crowd erupts in cheers before fading to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:01:52 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:02:48 GMT -6
T.E.C vs. Red Dragon vs. Shadowlove
Jimmy: Welcome back everyone, and you’re watching Red Dragon, already standing in a corner.
Reid: A menacing man. You have to give the guy credit, he sticks to the image and knows how to keep strong. Who do you got tonight, dig’em?
Digger: Give me a minute.
Jimmy: Too late partner…
"Wretches and Kings" blasts threw the speakers as the light start to flicker a variation of green, black and yellow colors.
Lorde: And his opponent… from Sydney, Australia… TEC… The Enigmatic Creature!
Out comes TEC, he usually interacts with his fan base on the way to the ring. Once in the ring he poses for the fans one more time and throws his signature shirt to the audience.
Jimmy: Big chance for the newcomer. Red Dragon has shown many great flashes in the past, including a one-time TV champ. We expect a lot from even the newbies, and bandit promises to be quite the hire for UCI.
Reid: Another Pacific talent to this new but storied roster.
“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: Red Dragon points to both with a threatening stare. TEC charges… Dragon reverses with a back body drop, sends him flipping out of the ring.
Digger: Speed and reckless might be flashy in practice, but not game-time. Miss Myamoto giving her best to the Human Half-breed. I think I made up my mind.
Reid: And?
Digger: You’ll have to wait.
Jimmy: Dragon going for a grasp… Shadowlove ducks and pulls down a schoolboy pin.
1…
2…
Jimmy: Bandit makes the break up. Punches send Shadow out of bounds, and now TEC turns his attentions to Dragon. Stomps before he can stand and chasing the rolling opponent. He traps Dragon in suplex clutch and drives him to the floor with a snap suplex. Quick cover!
1…
2…
Reid: Barely a two count as Dragon rolls out. We’re seeing a lot of skill from the new kid from down under. Shadowlove getting a good luck pat from his bodyguard and fashionista, Ms Myamoto, and taking to the ring.
Jimmy: Throat shot from Dragon! TEC reeling… and Shadowlove surprises them both with a double clothesline. Bandit getting up first – cut down with snap belly-to-belly – he rises and flattens out after eating two in a row. Shadowlove now takes Red Dragon down with a huge elbow. All bionic without that jiggly butt.
Digger: You sound disappointed.
Jimmy: Only saying, god.
Reid: Bandit attacks from behind with a forearm smash. Running with a bulldog… and plants Shadowlove to the canvas. Dragon looking dazed but standing on one knee. Bandit wants to do something here, screaming like Ray Lewis, pumping these people up.
Jimmy: He charges Dragon once more… hits a spinning crucifix pin!
1…
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Jimmy: A foot under the ropes and there’s the break. Dragon rolling out of the ring, leaving TEC and Shadowlove to duke it out. Referee Jackie Mall watching the match does not see Myamoto’s muscle now dropping those dress shoes into Red Dragon. Bandit smirks… Shadowlove surprising from behind with a desperation headbutt, battering to the chest of Bandit.
Digger: Okay, time to make my call.
Reid: And your verdict?
Digger: After much deliberation… and because my man Shadow is going to take him down… karate arm flip… and we know how this one goes… Dark Gift DDT… and a cover… W.
1…
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3!
Lorde: and your winner… The Handsome Half-breed… Shadowlove!
Digger: Called it from the start!
Reid: You guessed right, swami. Now what’s the Powerball?
Jimmy: And the weather Thursday?
Digger: Fellas, please, let’s just enjoy this big win by a godlike human.
Jimmy: Indeed, partner, another classic by the Human Half-breed. Red Dragon complaining from the outside, but Jackie Mall has already headed to the back. Shadowlove and his perfect group flank her with the sounds of victory. We’ll be right folks. Don’t go anywhere! |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:03:54 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:04:46 GMT -6
Terra/Ginger Segment
The titantron cuts to Terra Walker heading to Spencer Adams office. Just as she is about to place her hand on the door knob, someone taps on her shoulder, distracting her from her original objective. When she turns to see who's caused the distraction, she finds out that it's none other than Ginger Red.
Terra Walker: Oh bollocks. What do you want?
Ginger Red: Nothin’. I just noticed you're ready to whine to the boss man about something.
Terra Walker: You're way off base, and it's none of your business anyway. Leave me be, peasant.
Ginger Red: Oh, so it's like that, huh? Just cause I don't make the big bucks, I'm suddenly a maggot compared to you?
Terra Walker: You're not a peasant just because you're poor, child. You're a peasant because you can't even come close to lacing my boots.
Terra pushes Ginger's forehead with her index and middle finger. Ginger gets in Terra's face, and the brawl begins.
Gravedigger: Cat fight! Cat fight!
Sebastian Reid: There's definitely no love lost between these two. They're wailing on each other!
Spencer's door swings open and security guards rush out of the room to separate the two. Once they're barely able to do so, Spencer himself makes his way out of the office.
Spencer Adams: Seriously? Right outside of my office? Well, since you two want to fight so bad, then I'll give you what you want.
Gravedigger: Hell yeah! We're gonna get a fight!
Spencer Adams: But it waits until Civil War. Until then, you two are banned from this arena, so you can cool the hell off!
Jimmy Garcia: Big announcement for Civil War! This match will be hard hitting!
Spencer Adams turns to find Ginger's chestnut stallion, which seems to have appeared from nothingness. He slowly looks up to the face of the stallion, his face showing both confusion and fear.
Spencer Adams: And get this damn thing out of my arena too! Who keeps letting animals in my show!?
The security guards escort Ginger and Terra, who are giving each other evil stares, out of the building, along with Ginger's chestnut stallion. The scene fades as we cut to the ring. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:07:29 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Harry Diderot (c) vs. El Payaso Loco
Jimmy: Welcome back to another big matchup pitting the surprising talent of Harry Diderot against long-time favorite El Payaso Loco, and it will be for Diderot’s newly won Television Title. A lot to expect out of this one. One has been on quite the tear lately, while the other is fighting to regain supremacy after many setbacks.
Reid: And here comes, the enigma, the death-defying madman of the mask! I love when he does this!
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…
Taylor Lorde: This match is for one fall… and this is for the UCI Television Championship… first, the challenger… from the mysterious Rabbit Hole… El Payaso Loco!
…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.
Reid: Loco is always a fun competitor to watch. His high-flying style catches most off guard.
Jimmy: Matching with the champion’s unorthodox style should make for an interesting match.
Digger: Interesting, more like boring…. yeah, got nothing for this one.
Reid: Maybe you can pound another of those diet sodas instead.
Digger: And I’ll still look better than the Hippo… that lardo.
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.
Lord: And his opponent…. from Atlanta, GA… he is your UCI Television Champion… “Hippo” Harry Diderot!
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.
Jimmy: Ryan Jackson calls for the bell – this one is off in a hurry, why Loco diving with a flying forearm. Diderot pushes back with two hands… front dropkick by the challenger!
Reid: He can manipulate his body so well. Harry needs to be aware of this elusive threat, or else Loco might have that advantage all night. Loco raining forearms to a downed Diderot, hoping to wear him down. You have to think he’s got a strategy here with all these speedy strikes to a much slower style of the champion.
Digger: He needs a working physique to make it here. Week after week, he survives on circumstance. I don’t see him getting another get out of jail free card.
Jimmy: Diderot stands and eats another drop – no! The Hippo catches Loco midair… and hit a wheelbarrow suplex to much smaller fighter. Following with a clutched senton. That must have hurt.
Reid: Weight and strength will be his biggest strength tonight. Look to see more of this go against them. And now he’s going for some sort of suplex clutch.
Jimmy: Knees stifle Loco as Harry is already setting up for his A-Town Bomb?!! Loco fighting but unable to get free. He’s going up… Tornado DDT! Loco with a massive reverse!
1…
2…
Jimmy: Harry gets the shoulder up, but Loco again landing those forearms. Diderot hiding behind those flabuscluar arms, but not much protection against those strong strikes. Ryan Jackson pulling Loco off before the five count. We are getting chippy now.
Digger: I don’t like him, but I’d rather have Loco than this paper champ. Harry thought this was a cakewalk, but now he realizes this an actual match. And he’s going to have to win it on his own. No Schlongson or Walker Twins are going to interrupt it tonight.
Jimmy: Even so, his friends were banned from ringside two weeks ago after the PPV. With all the constant interferences, you have to imagine Diderot is watching his back still.
Reid: Loco is his real concern now. Diderot has the ropes as Loco taunts him from the second rope. What is going through that daredevil’s head right now? Nothing good.
Digger: Maybe something to put this lump of shit away.
Jimmy: He takes off… swinging once… twice… and finally tossing Diderot across the ring with a hurricanrana. Hippo hits the ropes chest first then falls to his knees. Loco capitalizes with a bulldog, chopping the champion down yet again. A cradled cover!
1…
2…
Jimmy: Diderot kicks Loco into air but he recovers on all fours. Can he do anything to stop this onslaught? Payaso has been in control for most of this match. You have wonder if conditioning may be the deciding factor tonight.
Digger: He and his brother are biscuit dough. Not a bit of muscle under those chunky monkeys.
Reid: Loco climbing up top… stalking the champ from the third rope. What balance and concentration from the challenger. Loco wants this belt more. Diderot catching air but I don’t think he sees his opponent at all.
Jimmy: Fans on their feet… he flies… and a high-angle dropkick from Harry Diderot! Payaso Loco tumbles over into a painful ball. Hippo making the desperate cover!
1…
2…
NO!
Jimmy: Loco gets the shoulder up. Harry takes him from the floor… charging towards the ropes with an Oklahoma slam. Loco slams into the turnbuckle, and his boot is caught between the second ropes. Crowd now begging the Hippo take advantage. Harry shrugs in route to opposite corner. He pumps a fist like a choo-choo train… a rolling senton to the trapped challenger.
Digger: Cheating again. Will we ever see a clean game from this guy?
Reid: Like him or not, the Hippo is a phenomenon.
Digger: I hate these people. Like Balco, the get behind big guys even though they’re cheaters.
Jimmy: Diderot and Loco now to their feet, both looking wobbly. Diderot scoring blows, but kicks return from the challenger. Huge cross misses a ducking Loco… he hits the ropes… Golpe de la Mariposa! Harry is rocked but still on his feet… Loco hits the ropes… Diderot counters with a gourdebuster! That’s Main Street… but both men are now to the mat and flat…
Reid: Mutually assured destruction. No one loving it more than these fans – look at them!
Jimmy: Jackson begins a count to the this arena’s chagrin:
1… 2… 3… 4…
Loco pulling himself up first, followed by a lethargic Diderot…
5… 6…
Digger: Anybody’s game I guess. Doesn’t matter because I stopped watching ten minutes ago.
Reid: Jackson stops the count at 6 with both fighters slumping towards the center. Loco shoves Harry’s chest with a big smack… Diderot returns the favor, throwing Loco onto his back. He kicks up bad but throws a huge uppercut. Harry responds with heavy rights…
OOH… Ahh OOH… Ahhh… OOH… OOH… OOOH!
Jimmy: That last uppercut had a lot of European flavor, and Diderot rocks back. Loco hops over the ropes… the Hippo turning right into a flying Payaso! Hurricanrana driving his head to the mat. Going for the cover!??
Reid: He’s seen how strong the hippo can be. Going for the big finish now!
Digger: About DAMN time!
Jimmy: Rocks once… Twice… Diderot moving a bit on the canvas… Loco flies! Diderot catches the assault and turns a rotating powerbomb!
Reid: A-Town Bomb! And he keeps it held for the cover!
1…
2…
3!
Lorde: And your winner… and still Television Champion… Hippo Harry Diderot!
"Enchanted by the Moon" by Amorphis hits the PA system.
Jimmy: That’s Allen Walker’s theme… but where is he? El Payaso Loco rolls to the outside, wisely getting out of Dodge before the storm. Diderot on the ropes, saying come on. But no Walker?
Reid: Under the ring! And he has a chair. Diderot has no idea where to look.
Digger: Get him!
Jimmy: Diderot turns to face an oncoming chair shot… Jackson sounding a bell but Diderot taking multiple shots to the back as Walker puts salts in those wounds. Schlongson cost him the title last week, now he wants payback.
Reid: Where is security! Give him out of there!
Jimmy: Oh my god… he’s wedging Diderot’s head between that folding chair… Fans booing but that won’t stop the sadistic look Allen Walker’s face. He’s enjoying this! Hits the ropes once… hopping over the Hippo… off the other side… he rises for a huge curb stomp to the downed Diderot. What carnage!
Digger: Eat the dirt big boy!
Reid: Security coming but it’s too late. Damage already done as Walker retreats through the arena steps. He wasn’t even scheduled for tonight!
Jimmy: But a statement made. We’re going to commercial folks. Let’s hope Diderot is okay after that brutal assault. This was premeditated and executed to a vicious level. Fans are shocked. We’ll be back after these messages. Lord have mercy… |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:08:34 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:09:28 GMT -6
Guardians Segment
An eerie calm sets on the Overload attendees, utterances set upon the still crowd creak towards the nosebleed seats...as they’re washed in a sea of blue and green and “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson blasts throughout the arena. The curtains draw as lights dance against the roaring crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: BEHOLD...
Sebastian Reid: Godnilla has emerged. Godnilla has come home.
Wade Moor steps on to the stage amid a bevy of howls and cheers, Broseidon’s faithful welcoming The Leviathan back to his grotto. He extends his arms out to either side and roars with the strength of a hurricane, nearly deafening the crowds raucous calls, then makes his way down to the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s been a long minute since the last time we saw Wade Moor in a UCI arena!
Sebastian Reid: Ever since Jayson Prices Nightmare on South Street, I believe, when he made an unholy pairing with Bobby Cairo in valiant victory against Polar Phantasm, and his now burning flame Bonnie Blue!
Jimmy Garcia: To say Moor’s appearances since then have been sporadic would be an understatement, but every time he’s here? He sends a powerful message to the UCI locker room.
Sebastian Reid: What do you think brings him here tonight, of all nights?
Jimmy Garcia: Obviously he has to stand up with The Guardians against threats closing in from all around, considering it seems they have an infinite number of targets painted on their backs. They have The Harbingers, The Society, and the mysterious “15” to deal with. Wade Moor is here as backup, no question about it!
Sebastian Reid: It looks like we’re about to find out...
Wade Moor stands in the ring, that sea of blue and green alight over him, making him appear more than a man. He lifts the microphone to his lips but is cut off by the crowds cheers.
Crowd: WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!
Wade Moor holds up his hand and the crowd quiets down...The Leviathan is speaking.
Wade Moor: I’ve had one hell of a year, maaaan. When I left UCI, I looked around and made each and every person here a promise...that no matter where I went, no matter what path I followed, that I was I was going to kill monsters, that I would slay giants, that I would bring THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD TO ITS KNEES!
Crowd pops!
Wade Moor: I can look around, confidently, and say that I did just that. When I first entered this world, I was just a boy. A scared child, strong, but uncertain. I accomplished many great things in that vessel...but to move forward, I had to evolve. I had to accept the fact that change, no matter how frightening, was gonna come knockin’ at my door eventually, whether I was ready or not.
Wade paces back and forth across the ring, several times, his dreaded locks flowing behind him as if he were creating gusts out of thin air.
Wade Moor: My mind was a locked door, seemingly one that I couldn’t find the key to, no matter how hard I looked. It’s only when I stopped searching for the answers is when the answers came to me. Life’s funny like that, maaan, and from that moment forward I told myself when change came knocking at my door?! It was gonna be frightened of ME!
Crowd POPS HARD!
Wade Moor: I stand before you now, a man, STRONG AND CERTAIN!!!...but life man? Life never stops. Life never stops throwing challenges your way. Every morning you wake up and take that first breath that lets you know you’re still livin’, life continues hurling challenges at you. Think y’all know what I’m talking about, and right now, I’d like to ask every single one of The Guardians down to this ring.
The crowd pops for The Guardians. Thirty seconds go by, but feel like an eternity, as “Carnivore” by Starset plays throughout the arena and The Guardians collectively walk out into the arena, facing down The Leviathan in the ring. They make their way down the ramp as the crowd chants for The Guardians newfound attitude and sense of purpose. They imposingly climb into the ring and surround Wade Moor, whose now spinning around eyeing each and every one of them. The music dies down and Wade Moor continues.
Wade Moor: Now I know most - if not all of you - have your trust issues with me. Understandably. Who was I but a mortal enemy to you for the entirety of my career, but here I stand, in the same ring with you, ready to face these threats coming in like a freight train on a still, cold night. I stand before you, not just Wade Moor...but I stand here a Guardian in defense of these threats! I stand before you...a brother!
Crowd POPS!
Damian Kaine is the first to step forward, renting the microphone from Wade’s hand to a shocked look upon Moors face.
Damian Kaine: And why should we trust you?! While we’ve been here holding it down every single night for The Guardians, where were you?
Bonnie tries to step in and calm DK, but Wade takes the microphone back.
Wade Moor: You’re right. Where was I? I’m not entirely sure, not in my right mind possibly, but I think you of all people could understand that.
Kaine looks taken aback, but L holds out her hand, politely asking for the microphone. Wade acquiesces her request.
L Verez: I don’t think we would be doing our duty if we didn’t give the repentant milk a second chance. He wishes to be forgiven his past transgressions and I think we should honor this new lease on life...for now, at least.
Alex Richards takes the microphone from L and steps towards Wade, his hulking frame towering over him by at least a few inches, but neither relent nor flinch. They stand toe to toe as monoliths, pillars of strength and fortitude.
Alex Richards: With all due respect, and I mean with all due respect, most of you weren’t around for this mans reign of terror. He cut throats and spilled blood to ascend to the top. #beachkrew held the entirety of WCF in the palm of its hand, threatening to deliver the killing blow at any moment, and that...you have to fucking respect that. A lot claim power, but this man has known it...and if he truly wants to stand with us rather than against us?...
Alex holds out his meaty clobbering paw.
Alex Richards: Then I say, yay.
Wade takes the big mans hand, shaking it with fervor before they embrace as brothers. Bonnie Blue steps in between the two and wraps her arms around Wade’s neck before planting a kiss on his cheek and taking the microphone from Alex.
Bonnie Blue: Now you see, The Guardians are stronger than they’ve ever been. We stand here now, complete, and to those threatenin’ to bring down our doors?!
She turns to her comrades.
Bonnie Blue: I say...bring it the fuck on. Bring everything you’ve got, because at the end of the day it don’t...
THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA PULSE UNTIL FADING COMPLETELY AWAY, CUTTING BONNIE OFF MID DIATRIBE, THE SOUND OF THE MIC BOOMS AS IT HITS THE GROUND. A WARBLING SOUND GROWS IN MEASURE UNTIL IT TOTALLY DEAFENS THE CROWD, THOUGH THE GUARDIANS STAND STALWART IN THE RING, READY TO FACE ANY CHALLENGE.
“THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING”
THE DISTORTED VOICE CUTS IN THROUGH THE WARBLING PITCH.
“WE WONT REST, WE WONT DIE UNTIL YOURE ALL DEAD. MORTAL DEATHS MEAN NOTHING. BEING DEAD INSIDE MEANS SO MUCH MORE.”
THE TITANTRON COMES ON JUST AS TORCHLIGHT SURROUNDS THE RING, AN ARMY OF CLOAKED ZEALOTS STAND NEARLY BACK TO FRONT FROM RINGSIDE, RAMP, TO RING. THE GUARDIANS FORM A CIRCLE, AWAITING THE IMPENDING ATTACK. THE CAMERAMAN ON THE TITANTRON MOVES DOWN THE HALLWAY, JORGE MALDONADO RUSHES DOWN A HALLWAY TOWARDS A FLICKERING LIGHT. ANOTHER CLOAKED MAN, LARGER IN FRAME, STANDS AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE GUARDIANS LOCKER ROOM.
Jimmy Garcia: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING? GET SECURITY DOWN THERE NOW!
AS MALDONADO CLOSES IN ON THE FIGURE, THE LIGHTS FLICKER IN THE HALLWAY AND THE FIGURE DISAPPEARS, REPLACED INSTEAD BY BURGUNDY RED BLOOD NOW DRIPPING FROM EVERY INCH OF THE WALLS AND CEILING, POOLING THE FLOOR IN PUDDLES INCHES DEEP. MALDONADO LOSES HIS LUNCH AS THE CAMERAMAN INCHES FORWARD TOWARDS THE LOCKER ROOM.
Jimmy Garcia: DAMN IT, BE CAREFUL!
THE CAMERAMAN PEERS AROUND THE CORNER THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR, WHERE THE GUARDIANS LOCKER ROOM IS IN DISARRAY, THEIR BELONGINGS SCATTERED EVERYWHERE, BROKEN, RIPPED, METAPHORICALLY SHATTERED PIECES OF THEMSELVES. UPON THE WALLS, SMEARED IN THE SAME SHADES OF BURGUNDY AS THE HALLWAY...
DEAD.
LIKE.
YOU.
THE TORCHES SURROUNDING RINGSIDE WISP, EXTINGUISH, AND THE LIGHTS FLICKER BACK TO LIFE.
The zealots are gone, instead replaced by looks of bewilderment from The Guardians, fear from the crowd. Anxiety looms over the arena as The Guardians all lament the situation they’ve been thrust into...but their eyes burn bright and fiery. A battle awaits on the horizon, and they find themselves readying for it.
The scene fades to black. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:10:01 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:10:59 GMT -6
Karlie Nash Segment
Karlie is standing outside her locker room, she eyes Miranda walking her way, she leans against the wall as Miranda speaks to her.
Miranda: I know you think I’m some sort of crackpot, but I feel that I can really save you from your present life.
Karlie: You can’t change who a person is, I think I’ve told you that already.
Miranda reaches into her tote bag and pulls out some literature.
Miranda: indulge me, and just read these books, I think you will be enlightened.
Karlie: I doubt that, but if it will get you out of my sight.
Karlie snatches the books from Miranda and Miranda turns to walk away.
Miranda: I’ll keep in touch.
Karlie: Yeah, whatever.
Miranda walks away and Karlie walks into her locker room.
Tracy: What are those?
Karlie: That chick that has been bothering me the last few weeks, you the one who wants to try and turn me straight, she gave me some books, I probably won’t read them, I just took them so she would go away.
Tracy looks at one of the books one about conversion therapy.
Tracy: Yeah, those people are a bunch of morons, who believe everything they talk about.
Karlie: Yeah, so let's not even discuss this any further.
Karlie put the books on the bench and she and Tracy go about their business. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:12:02 GMT -6
Rising Stars match Mikey eXtreme vs. Karlie Nash vs. Matt Angel
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen!
Sebastian Reid: For those just now joining, Rising Stars triple threat action getting underway now!
As the match begins, Mikey struts up to Karlie Nash, staring beams of hate into her own eyes.
Gravedigger: Hard slap across the face from Nash!
Jimmy Garcia: Mikey smiling after that one, big right hand from Karlie Nash on the follow!
Sebastian Reid: Headbutt from Mikey to Nash!
As Karlie drops, Mikey turns his attention to the third competitor in the match who grips the top rope from the outside.
Gravedigger: Looks like they’re forgetting someone.
Jimmy Garcia: Angel bouncing off the rope!
Sebastian Reid: Flying dropkick from Matt Angel!
Gravedigger: He scurries to the cover now.
1!
2!
Jimmy Garcia: Broken up by Karlie Nash!
Sebastian Reid: Yanking Angel up, she sends him off the ropes here.
Gravedigger: Nash catches him on the rebound.
Jimmy Garcia: Sidewalk slam from Karlie Nash!
Sebastian Reid: Hooking the leg herself.
1!
2!
NO!
Jimmy Garcia: Kickout from Matt Angel!
Karlie smacks at the mat as her opponent rolls to his stomach.
Sebastian Reid: One thing you gotta respect about Matt Angel is his resilience. Week after week, he’s out here with that never say die attitude on full display.
Gravedigger: Nash not letting Angel rest here, getting the high flyer right back up.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the gut from Angel! Going for The Prophecy’s End!
Sebastian Reid: Karlie spinning it back!
Gravedigger: Nash pulls him down, going for Nashural Selection. Can she lock it in?
Jimmy Garcia: Angel trying to fight it, but Karlie quick to lock it in!
Sebastian Reid: If she pulls this off here, this could be a big win for Karlie Nash!
Karlie cranks back as Matt Angel screams out in pain.
Gravedigger: Mikey eXtreme back up! Breaking up the submission as he grabs Karlie by the back of the neck!
Jimmy Garcia: Nasty tactic to break the hold and Mikey has her up for an eXplosion!
Sebastian Reid: It connects!
Gravedigger: Mikey slamming Nash down on top of Matt Angel!
Nash rolls off from the impact, leaving Mikey to make the cover on Matt.
Jimmy Garcia: Is this it?!
1!
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3!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of thi-
Before Taylor can finish, Mikey is to his feet and snatches the microphone from her hand, opting to raise it to his own mouth.
Mikey eXtreme: One...week. You’ve all got one week and then, UCI becomes the kingdom..of darkness.
Mikey throws the mic to the mat as he drops and rolls out of the ring, arm held skyward as he backs up toward the stage.
Sebastian Reid: Mikey is coming for M.A.X and the Rising Stars Championship and I can’t wait!
Gravedigger: M.A.X better be ready come Sunday. |
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Post by Results on Nov 22, 2017 1:12:29 GMT -6
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