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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:01:28 GMT -6
Rising Stars Match Matt Angel vs. Petrov 2.0
The Civil War logo flashes across the screen as War Pigs plays throughout the arena. We see a shot of the jam packed Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City before transitioning to the announcer’s table.
Sebastian Reid: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to UCI Civil War! We’ve got some huge matchups on the line for tonight including-
Reid is cut off by the lights focusing back on the center of the arena, catching a shot of both the ring and entrance ramp.
Fuck You Introduction Buddy. Who is you? You think Petrov need an introduction? Introduction is for pussy fucks. You want enterance? I enter your ass with my cock like tree trunk. How's that for entrance buddy?
Jimmy Garcia: Well um.. that was weird.
Gravedigger: Shut up Jimmy. You just don't understand the understated legend of Petrov!
Jimmy Garcia: No.. I don't.
Gravedigger: That's why you're pussy fuck.
Sebastian Reid: At any rate both wrestlers Matt Angel and Petrov 2.0 are in the ring and Petrov attacks from behind! He boots Angel in the back of the head.
Gravedigger: Ha! I knew Petrov was going to crush Matt Angel! Look at what's happening now he has locked in a full nelson and is spinning Angel around and... wow! It takes a lot to impress me but Petrov released Matt and sent over flying over the top rope right into the crowd.
Sebastian Reid: Matt Angel has had a tough run in the UCI thus far. And it looks like that's going to continue as there is no way he's going to get back in in time to beat referee Jordan Dean's ten count.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait a minute.. Matt is trying to crawl back over the ring railing. He's holding his head, he obviously hit hard but he's still in it.
Gravedigger: He was never in it. Petrov is a legend in the UCI for a reason. Matt should just stay on the floor and be glad he didn't really get hurt.
Jimmy Garcia: Matt slides back into the ring just before the count. Petrov grabs him by the throat and tosses him into the corner with both hands though. He charges in.. but Angel moved out of the way! Petrov hits hard.. and Matt hits harder flattening him with a running sick kick!
Gravedigger: I'm gonna be sick. Get up Petrov!
Sebastian Reid: He does.. but not for long. Boot to the gut.. then the Prophecies End. He hit that Twist of Fate and has Petrov down and out.
Jimmy Garcia: Matt looking to put the finishing touches on Petrov.. he heads to the top rope... 450 splash!
1..
2..
3!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match... Matt Angel!
Jimmy Garcia: Yes! He did it! Matt Angel overcomes a 200 pound weight disadvantage, an experience disadvantage... and being tossed into the crowd to make quick work of Petrov 2.0!
Gravedigger: Knowing you're that happy about it definitely makes me sick. |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:02:33 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:02:58 GMT -6
Rising Stars Match Terra Walker vs. Ginger Red
Gravedigger: Here’s the match I’ve been waiting for, boys! A good ol’ fashioned cat fight! These two are gonna beat the hell out of each other, and I cannot wait!
Sebastian Reid: Digger… please. You’re enjoying this a little too much, and neither of them have even made their entrance yet. It’s making me uncomfortable.
Gravedigger: You can leave, if you want!
Sebastian Reid: I’m trying to decide if the paycheck is worth it or not.
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.
Gravedigger: If I had to pick a winner for this match, it’d be this psycho bitch right here! Who do you guys have?
Jimmy Garcia: Well, technically, we’re not supposed to pick favorites, but…
Sebastian Reid: We’ve both decided to vote on Ginger Red to win.
Gravedigger: Yeah, you guys can leave the announce table at any point.
Once she reaches the ringside area, Terra tosses her sunglasses to the crowd before going into the ring.
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Taylor Lorde: Currently in the ring, from Oxford, England. Weighing in at 132lbs, she is “Psychonic” TERRAAA WALKEEEEER!!!
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.
Jimmy Garcia: Is Gravedigger okay?
Sebastian Reid: He looks hypnotized.
Gravedigger: … I’m just upset that I didn’t bring any popcorn. JIMMY!
Jimmy Garcia: Fine, fine, fine…
The stage lights burn red as "I'm Gonna Getcha Good" by Shania Twain plays through the PA system. Once the beat hits, the southern redhead, Ginger Red makes her way to the stage with a toothpick hanging out of her mouth, throwing up the horns. She high fives the fans as she makes her way down the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent! Making her way to the ring, from Greensville, South Carolina! Weighing in at 170 lbs, GINGER “THE REEEED QUEEEEEEEEEN”!!!
Once she gets to the ring, she runs up the stairs, and throws up the horns one more time for the crowd before jumping over the top rope into the ring. She takes the toothpick out of her mouth and stretches to prepare for the match, but Terra rolls into the ring, and stares at Ginger with intensity.
Sebastian Reid: Two polar opposites at odds. One is a relatively new star, going through the struggles of life, as well as within her career, after almost claiming the Rising Stars Championship. The other is very privileged, and is currently running through the division. Will Ginger be that stop sign that brings Terra’s speed run to a halt?
Gravedigger: A stop sign wouldn’t do shit. You’d have to be the fucking po-pos to stop Terra from running through the Rising Stars Division like a freight train. Now stop talking. This shit is about to go down…
Terra steps up to Ginger, still staring her down. The ref separates them, making sure they’re both on opposite sides of the ring, before finally ringing the bell.
Jimmy Garcia: They ran out of popcorn, but they had this.
Gravedigger: Kettlecorn? Oh, fuck off!
*DING DING DING*
Instantly, they start brawling. Terra hitting precise forearms, Ginger going for wild haymakers.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
It ends once they both headbutt each other, staggering them backwards.
Gravedigger: A poke to the eye from Terra, and now a blatant choke hold to follow! Terra gives no shits about the rules!
1! 2! 3----
**SLAM**
Jimmy Garcia: Two handed chokeslam from Terra Walker!
Gravedigger: Now she's using some ground n’ pound elbows, to keep that hard-hitting momentum at its max!
Jimmy Garcia: Not for long, however, as Ginger is able to turn the tables, and throw some overhead strikes!
Terra pushes Ginger off, causing her to hit the ropes. Terra rises to her feet to try and gain back the offense, but Ginger runs right back, and leaps her right into a Lou Thez Press.
Gravedigger: This ain't a wrestling match. This is a fight! Freckles is pulling up Poshy with her hair, and throws her to the turnbuckle!
Jimmy Garcia: You know what comes next!
Ginger climbs up to the second turnbuckle, ready to start the 10 punches, but Terra slips under, and cuts her down.
*SMACK*
Crowd: WOOOOOO!!!
Terra chops Ginger, and throws her to the opposite turnbuckle.
*SMACK*
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Gravedigger: You can probably hear those from China!
Sebastian Reid: Maybe… if there's people in China tuning in.
Ginger quickly swoops Terra to the turnbuckle, and slams her head to the top one. She heads back up to the second turnbuckle.
Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5-6-7-8-9…
Ginger's punches become quicker, and quicker, making it very difficult for the fans to count along. She finishes off with a falling double axe handle, bringing Terra to a seated position.
Gravedigger: Damn, this girl is getting her shots in! Vicious stomps to the Bitter Aviator!
1! 2! 3! 4!
The ref pushes Ginger off, giving her a warning. Terra takes advantage by kicking her knees, dropping down before Ginger's face lands on the middle turnbuckle. Terra slides underneath. Once she gets up behind Ginger, she pulls her hair, and slams her down the mat. The ref yells at her, but she just shrugs him off.
Sebastian Reid: This looks bad for Ginger.
Jimmy Garcia: This early, and she's already going for the Brain Tremor!
*SWOOSH*
Ginger just barely dodges the punt kick, and scoops Terra for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
*BAM*
Sebastian Reid: Wow. As soon as Terra gets to a vertical base, she boots Ginger right back to the turnbuckle!
Jimmy Garcia: Terra with a head of steam here, running from one turnbuckle to another!
Gravedigger: LANDSLIDE!
Jimmy Garcia: Ginger dodged it! Now it's her turn to make the run!
*WHAM*
Gravedigger: MOOSE KNUCKLEEEEE!
Jimmy Garcia: I thought you were rooting for Terra?
Gravedigger: I am. I just think Moose Knuckle is a hilarious name for a move.
Sebastian Reid: Shut up! She's going for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR---NOOO!!!
Gravedigger: Crossface! Terra just locked in the Crossface!
Sebastian Reid: Ginger's not dealt with submissions too often. This is not a position she wants to be in at all.
Ginger tries to reach for the rope, but Terra flips them back to the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: She has to tap! There's no way she's getting out of this!
Sebastian Reid: Her hand is up. This could be it.
Just when it seems that Ginger is about to tap, she finds a way to flip the submission and get Terra's shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
The two arise, both staggering.
Jimmy Garcia: THE BULL'S HORN!
*WHAM!*
Gravedigger: She hit the ref!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, come on! Terra pushed him in the way!
Gravedigger: Chop block from Terra!
*WHAM*
Gravedigger: SEISMIC RUPTURE! Right to the nose!
Sebastian Reid: Blood pouring from the southerner's nose.
Gravedigger: Now it looks like Terra's gonna go for the Brain Tremor again!
Sebastian Reid: Maybe not. It looks like she has other ideas.
Terra goes outside of the ring, and searches underneath. Once back up, she has a kendo stick in hand.
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like someone wants to take advantage of a knocked out referee!
Sebastian Reid: Things are looking really bad for Ginger right now!
Terra slides in the ring and stalks Ginger, preparing for the attack. She raises the kendo stick over her head, ready to strike.
Gravedigger: Here it comes!
“NEIIIIIIIIIGGHHH”
Jimmy Garcia: It's Quinn! Ginger's horse!
Gravedigger: You know its name?
Jimmy Garcia: “She”, not “it”! And I have my sources!
*BAM*
Jimmy Garcia: Stunner! Ginger hit a stunner to Terra!
Sebastian Reid: She's not done though. It looks like she has bad intentions of her own, as she eyes the now fallen kendo stick.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Ginger agrees with the crowd and picks up the kendo stick.
*THWACK*
Gravedigger: She hit her!
Sebastian Reid: The ref saw it! He got up!
*DING DING DING*
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this contest as a result of a disqualification… Terra Walker!
Ginger, not happy with the result of the match, continues her assault on Terra Walker.
*THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!*
Jimmy Garcia: Someone stop her! The match is over!
The ref pulls her back, and begins to argue with her. Terra is just able to escape through the barricade, but not unscathed. Her theme hits as she taunts her while in the middle of the crowd.
Gravedigger: You can tell by the looks on both of their faces that this feud is far from over! |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:03:31 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:05:29 GMT -6
Jack Schlongson vs. Zombie McMorris
Jimmy Garcia: Gentlemen, kind folks at home we have already had an amazing night for you so far and things are about to get kicked up to eleven or maybe even twelve because we have a returning Zombie McMorris! Now ZMAC returned last week to get his vengeance against Damian Kaine but before that match he said that the Guardians had literally created a Civil War! Its UCI verse ZMAC, at least in the former world champs mind.
Sebastian Reid: And that right there might just be dangerous enough. At least we know that Jack Schlongson can handle himself in the ring.
Wavedigger: Oh no. I mean, I can agree that Jack can wrestle; he’s one of the best in UCI but someone just tried to murder ZMAC the other week and ZMAC feels that the company is responsible and he is going to take it out on the company. Jack Schlongson is not safe. Not by a long shot.
The arena is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his own important as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Coming down to the ring, from Your Wildest Dreams, California, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds...JACK "THE CRACK" SCHLONGSON.
Jack slides in under the bottom rope, posing sensually as he lays on his side for a moment before he leaps up onto his feet, winks, and blows a kiss to the hard camera position before moving over to his corner.
Wavedigger: Jack Schlongson better play this match carefully and not play ZMACS game.
"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.. KILLED 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.
DING DING
Jimmy: And this match is already underway!
The two men lock up but right away ZMAC gains the advantage with height, reach and weight. ZMAC shoves Jack away but Jack comes back with a discuss clothesline. ZMAC ducks it and connects with a back body drop. Both men get back to their feet as ZMAC whips jack off the ropes and Jack rebounds with a flying back spring elbow. ZMAC hits the ground as Jack connects with a flying calf kick.
Sebastian Reid: I think Jack has the speed department. If jack can stay on ZMAC with the speed and keep him on the ground, this is Jack all day.
Jack picks up ZMAC and connects with a snap suplex. He keeps ZMAC down and locks in an arm bar. ZMAC reaches for the ropes.
Jimmy: ZMAC inching his way.
ROPE BREAK!
ZMAC grabs tight and pulls his body outside the ring, causing Jack to snag on the ropes. A crunch can be heard as ZMAC snaps his own arm.
Sebastian Reid: Oh lord. ZMAC just broke his own arm.
ZMAC pops the arm back into the place as Jack recovers on the inside. ZMAC gets up on the apron and leaps off with a springboard forearm!
NOO!!
Pale kick by Jack!
ZMAC is dazed!
Jack with a spring board moonsault.
The pin.
1..
2..
NOO!!
ZMAC kicks out.
ZMAC is able to slide out of the ring again as Jack follows but ZMAC hits a sudden low blow on Jack and throws him into the steel steps.
ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!
ZMAC runs at Jack but Jack moves and ZMAC runs the steel steps over. He turns around and Jack leaps up and hurricanranans ZMAC onto the steps.
Jack slides into the ring.
Jimmy: Springboard shooting star press!
NOO!!
ZMAC catches him and powers him down with a running power slam! ZMAC throws him back into the ring. ZMAC lines up Jack for a curb stomp but Jack rolls out of the way.
Jimmy: DDTSundere!
Sebastian: Backflipping ddt by Jack!
quick pin.
1..
2..
NOO!! ZMAC kicks out.
Jack picks up ZMAC and whips him off the ropes but ZMAC comes back with a psycho crusher!
Jimmy: WHOA! We haven’t seen the psycho crusher in a long time.
ZMAC reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial of coke… and snorts it!
Sebastian: O’ no. That’s not good.
Jack gets up and charges ZMAC but he runs right into a zombie drop! ZMAC tries to lock in the Gut Check crippler crossface but Jack fights out of it and rolls ZMAC up!
the count.
1..
2…
Nooo!!!
ZMAC kicks out again.
Sebastian: That cocaine is saving ZMAC!
ZMAC gets to his feet and rushes Jack, bullying him into the corner with hard rights and lefts. He starts to stomp a mud whole in jack before racing to the other side of the ring.
WHAM! BOOT PARTY CONNECTS!
Jack still has the toughness and the strength to get to his feet. He stumbles out of the cornerbut MAC hooks him up..
AXE WOUND!
The pin..
1..
2…
3 !!!!
DING DING
Taylor Lorde: The winner of the match.. by pin fall… ZOMBIE… MCMORRIS!!!
Wavedigger: ZMAC said he was going on a tear and if Jack Schlongson can't get things going against him, who can? All of UCI better watch out because when if y'all thought loud and violent ZMAC was bad.. the silent treatment is a whole new level.. |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:06:14 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:07:28 GMT -6
Winner receives a world title shot in 2018 Kevin Bishop vs. Shadowlove
Jimmy: Next up we have World Title implications, as the Handsome Half-breed takes on the former champion, Kevin Bishop. It will indeed be a Civil War tonight as these two renew parallels for yet another outstanding matchup.
Digger: You guys always want to bring up feuds and bad blood. In this case, it’s more like pure, unadulterated hatred. You can almost feel a different air out here.
Reid: So who’s your pick?
Digger: Bishop never rubbed me right. So I’ll go with Shadow, but, I’m patient.
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.
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for one fall! One his way to the ring… from New York City… he King of the Brotherhood… Kevin Bishop!
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, 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. The lights come back to life for every detail of the arena. Kevin drops over the top rope down into his corner, removing his hoodie and tossing it ringside.
Jimmy: After failing to capture the tag belts with Corey Bull last week, you have to think he’s looking to change things up tonight. A welcomed change of pace?
Reid: Of course, he has to get through Shadowlove first. And with a World Title shot rearing from a victory, both men will put their bodies on the line to get it.
“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.
Taylor Lore: On his way to the ring… representing the entire world, one city at a time… accompanied by “the Fashionista Sensei” Ms. Miyamoto… and the duo of Kyodai and Shatei… He is the Handsome Half-breed… Shadowlove!
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: And there’s the bell. Bishop and Shadowlove get chest to chest… neither looking to backd own from this collision. A shove from Bishop teasing an old nemesis, and he’s laughing? Why is he doing that? Shadow ducks a punch… a cradled rollup!
1…
2…
Reid: Bishop got too cocky that time and almost paid the price. Shadow also snuck in a knee, right under Bishop’s chin, keeping him planted.
Digger: Everything’s too damn quiet. I guess they want to the former champ taken apart.
Jimmy: Shadow applying a seated arm submission, wrenching that area can loosen or pull the socket. I can only imagine what’s going through their minds… and Bishop rolls over… now he has Shadowlove locked into a poor man’s guillotine. Neither looking worse for the win off the bat – not since that insulting cradle pin at the first minute. Shadowlove breaks free.
Reid: Both standing now with a mutual nod of respect, despite the circumstances. I wonder if there’s any love between them at all? Those stares say otherwise.
Digger: Oh there’s love. The kind you hold for a mother-in-law, or maybe a dumb cousin.
Jimmy: Now asking for a grip. Shadowlove looks outside to his manager, and the fashionista tells him to attack – or something of that manner – because he returned the gesture with a cold-cocked right. Bishop reels then lands his own.
Reid: These two are trying to trick the other. One will find a weakness… who will it be? These two could circle for hours and never attack. So cerebral!
Digger: Bishop is too scared to admit he’s outmatched though. So he’s treading lightly. Shadowlove now posing for the crowd. But why are they booing? Have they no idea what honor it is to behold this perfect specimen. This pillar of our goddamn company!?
Jimmy: And Bishop takes the bait… a headlock takedown slams him to the mat with Shadow now looking to take control. Bishop rolling and pushing up… now throwing elbows to break the hold. Tonight’s referee, Phil Connor, trying to separate these excessive strikes. He rolls too close and takes an inadvertent strike from the former world champion.
Digger: A crimson mask from that? What a glass jaw. Shadowlove to his knees first… Bishop looks up too late! A full on Bionic Elbow sends Bishop rolling outside. Miss Miyamoto has her goons to do what the Handsome Half-breed doesn’t need to do.
Reid: He’s always been a good fighter and a staple to this company. But this is just a disgrace, watching Kyodai and Shatei put the boot to a wounded Kevin Bishop. And the fans agree: “This is bullshi—”
Jimmy: Our senior referee now leaning under our side of the ring, receiving glue for that cut along his brow. Opposite of him, Kyodai has pinned Bishop against the corner barrier with his twin, Shatei, waiting for a running strike. They might only get one big shot before Connor gets back to his senses. Miyamoto gives the go-ahead… Bishop reverses!
Reid: Perfect timing… and her bodyguard flies into the crowd from a back body drop. A flashing knee shines the other half of her goon squad, and then goes to the floor with a spiked DDT. Bishop gestures to Miss Miyamoto before taking to the apron.
Digger: Look at that fat disgrace… Connor only now seeing what’s happened in match.
Jimmy: Shadowlove come from the opposite turnbuckle with superkick… Bishop ducks, then wrings his leg over the third rope, flipping the Handsome Half-breed to the canvas. He makes a quick evasion, but Bishop is now making his way to the top rope. Shadowlove charging… and now both throwing chops and European elbows from the turnbuckle.
Chop! Wham! Chop! Wham! Chop! Chop! Chop-chop-chop-chop-Chop!
Reid: Psychotic knife-edge chops have Shadowlove wobbly up. Bishop grabbing a strange clutch… he’s trying for an exploder suplex!
Digger: But his opponent knows better… countering with a giant elbow. Now Shadow take a hold of his own, gripping around the waist for a bearhug? No! Belly-to-belly!
Jimmy: The arena just shook for a minute there, as Shadowlove unleashed a furious belly-to-belly suplex from the top rope. But from how he landed, I doubt either took a better end of this move.
Reid: You’re right about that one, Jimmy. Shadowlove had his head too far down, hitting the canvas like car crash. Bishop seems awake but landing on his hip will sting for a long time. Connor might have to start count if these guys don’t find a way to stand.
Digger: Desperation, spirit – what about the heart of UCI’s most determined warrior? Shadowlove makes one mistake and he’s the lesser of these two.
Reid: Not at all. It took guts to break free of that nightmarish move from the Brotherhood’s king.
Digger: True, but he’s no more a king than I am emperor of from this chair.
Jimmy: Bishop now standing in the corner as a clueless Shadowlove leans over the ropes. Fans are now taking notice and giving appreciation for this action. We expected blood at Civil War, and folks, we got it! And here comes Bishop! He ducks under… release German suplex!
Reid: He saw weakness and attacked. Now putting knees into the back of the Handsome Half-breed. And taking to an elevated armbar… pressing a knee into the neck region adds leverage and pins his opponent in place. Connor circling, asking for the tap.
Digger: Shadow wants those ropes bad… come one half-breed. You can do it!
Jimmy: Bishop looks to the referee saying that slapping the canvas was a tap, but Connor says “no” several times. Shadowlove sliding towards the east side ropes until Bishop pulls him back towards the center.
Reid: It’s not a particularly bad submission, but it will tire an opponent. Bishop just wants to snuff the air out of this match. And he’s already take so many shots as is.
Jimmy: A big shot from either side could decide this… and Bishop releases the hold just as Shadowlove’s foot graced under the bottom rope. He waits in place, Shadowlove to his feet… and Bishop takes off for the springboard… NO! one of Miyamoto’s goons flexed the ropes causing the King of the Brotherhood to fall off his mark.
Digger: And Connor missed it! Oh yeah! Roll up from Shadowlove!
Reid: Hey! he’s pulling the trunks!
1…
2…
3 – NO!
Jimmy: Bishop kicks out violently, sending the Human Half-breed across the ring. He’s now shouting at Phil Connor that his tights were pulled on that cover. Shadowlove attacks from one side – Bishop was ready for that one – countering with hip toss. Then another! And one more just to top it off. Now a lock up… Bishop hits a stalling butterfly suplex… and the bridge leads to one more heavy suplex! Man, he’s definitely angry now. And he hooks the leg!
1…
2…
Jimmy: Conors breaks the pinfall because Shadowlove had a hand on the bottom rope the whole time. Bishop rising with an uncharacteristic rage. I’ve never seen him this frustrated.
Reid: Just when you think a guy is put away, he survives yet again. Three killing blows all negated by one error or outside force. I would be pissed too.
Digger: Yeah, but he keeps screwing up. That’s not a mistake, Sebastian, that’s a trend.
Reid: Yes, but most have not been in his control.
Digger: Forget that… Kevin Bishop is signaling again for his springboard codebreaker.
Jimmy: Shadowlove wisely rolls under the bottom rope into the arms of Miss Miyamoto. Connor now leaning over the ropes ordering him to get back inside. And Bishop comes crashing around his side with a suicide dive… that heat seeking missile just took out both Miyamoto and Shadowlove. Bishop now dragging him back into the ring.
Digger: Those are treasured icons to this company! He can’t do that to the sensei of fashion!
Reid: Welp, he sorta did, Digger.
Jimmy: Bishop straddling the outside ropes as the Handsome Half-breed crawls towards the center. He hops over the ropes and rebounds off the middle rope… and overshoots! Narrowly avoided by a sliding Shadowlove. He then swipes at Bishop’s legs, taking him to the mat. Both rising now… superkick!
Digger: What a fighter! He slathers on that hot sauce with a spinning back elbow, leveling Kevin Bishop! Another patented roll up by the schoolboy aficionado!
1…
2…
Jimmy: Bishop kicks the middle rope, break the pin. He looked winded though. I doubt neither man could withstand much more of this punishment. These two have beaten the hell out of each other in ways only film directors could dream up.
Reid: Michael Bay meets Ready to Rumble.
Digger: More like Kubrick meets Dean Malenko.
Reid: I hated the Shining…
Digger: Philistine!
Jimmy: Bishop throws a punch and Shadow returns. Sluggish strikes reducing both men to a pile. Desperation sinking in as both look on the verge of collapsing in the middle of this ring. More punches… and I think Bishop is looking to put the last nail in this coffin.
Digger: Get up Shadow!
Reid: That last haymaker put the Handsome Half-breed in quicksand. I don’t he can stand!
“The title is coming home!”
Jimmy: And Bishop hits the ropes once more… Dark Gift! Shadowlove reverses midair!
Digger: Don’t waste time! Get that cover!
Reid: I don’t believe it!
1…
2…
3!
Taylor Lorde: And your winner! Shadowlove!
Jimmy: Chants still have no idea what they have just seen. Goosebumps, you know it sweetheart!
Digger: I told you Shadowlove would prevail. He’s a fighter. Bishop was all talk and no game.
Reid: You cannot deny the heart of the former champ going into this bout. He deserves our utmost respect.
Jimmy: True that… while Bishop recovers, Shadowlove leaves with his entourage, no doubt planning a big party with an extremely-exclusive guest list. For he is next in line to challenge for the UCI World Championship. We’ll be right back, after this! |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:08:19 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:09:23 GMT -6
The Guardians vs. Sebastian Knight/NvL
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall.
A soft violin piece begins to play over the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtain. He moves halfway down the ramp before turning to look behind him as a butt of smoke begins to rise around the stage; NvL steps into this haze, a hooked jacket pulled over his head to hide his face. From beneath his shroud, he scans the arena before racing his right, red hand slowly to his hood to throw it off.
“AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH”
The violin piece is cut off by the shattering screams of men and women who have crossed the path of the Devil’s Right Hand in the past—Nightmare, Jeff Nova, Kari Purse—and then . . . silence. The two members of Ward 6 make their way down to the ring without further theatric, circling around to the backside of the ring to stand near the announcer’s table.
Jimmy Garcia: I can’t say I like having NvL standing this close to our table.
Gravedigger: You get used to the smell, Jimmy.
Taylor Lorde: Billed from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and ten pounds, they are Sebastian Knight and Nathan von Liebert . . . WARD 6!
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.
Taylor Lorde: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty seven pounds. They are your UCI Tag Team Champions, Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards . . . THE GUARDIANS!
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, the crowd chanting: "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 while the official hands the titles off to a ringside assistant.
Sebastian Reid: All jokes aside, the fans watching should best expect a hard hitting affair from these four men and women. There’s bad blood between NvL and the Guardians, and one can only expect his chosen protégé Knight is just gonna follow in his footsteps.
Jimmy Garcia: Three former world champions will collide in that ring in just a few short moments. Its gonna be electric.
Sebastian Knight glances at his partner, who gestures to the ring with a nod, before rolling into it; NvL remained on the outside, arms crossed, ignoring the referee’s suggestion to stand on the apron. Meanwhile its Bonnie Blue to start in the Guardian’s corner. Finally giving up on the leader of Ward 6, the referee turns his attention to the two competitors in the ring, calling for the bell.
Jimmy Garcia: And its has begun.
DING DING DING
Bonnie and Knight begin to circle the ring, sizing the other up before they haphazardly rush into a sound counter-offense. Knight quickly closes the distance, though, believing his size advantage would make a difference. He wraps his arm around Blue’s neck with a side headlock that the tag champ quickly counters into a hammerlock. She kicks at the back of Knight’s right leg to send him into a kneeling position. Before she could capitalize, Knight reached behind him to grab the back of Bonnie’s head and flings her body up and over him with a snapmere. He stays kneeling and puts Blue in a chinlock, but Bonnie throws a sharp kick that catches Knight across the jaw to break the hold. Then, still on her back, she spins around so her feet were facing Knight and kicks him squarely in the chest with both feet from her prone position. Knight stumbles back, giving Bonnie space to kip up to her feet to a pop from the crowd.
Sebastian Reid: The two competitors showing some technical prowess with their exchange thus far.
But Knight closes the gap . . . POI!
Jimmy Garcia: But Blue ducks that lightning quick back fist from The Mimic.
Knight continues through with his spin, exposing his back to Blue in the process. The tag champ wraps her arms around Sebastian’s waist, looking to use his momentum to hit a snap German suplex, but Knight throws a back elbow that catches her flush across the chin. Grabbing her arm, Knight pulls her close as he nearly knocks her inside out with a massive lariat. Bonnie drops to the mat and Knight, still with a grip on her arm, falls to the mat beside her and quickly transitions into an armbreaker. He wrenches away on Bonnie’s appendage, but Blue was close enough to the ring ropes to drape a leg across the bottom. Knight maintained the hold until the count of four, and after that, he stomps on the arm once for good measure earning him a round of jeers from the UCI fans.
Jimmy Garcia: I definitely don’t think that was necessary.
Gravedigger: Its not about necessity, Jimmy, but a willingness to ensure your victory. I won’t fault anyone for wanting to win.
Jimmy Garcia: Even if it means ignoring the authority of the referee?
Bonnie crawls away from the rope in search of her partner, but Knight had planted himself between the two Guardians. Closing the distance, Knight throws a heavy kick into the ribs of Bonnie, pushing the air out her lungs as the impact sends the Hardcore Queen back into the ropes. Grabbing her by the air, Knight drapes neck across the bottom rope and plants his foot against her head, choking her. All the while, he stared down at NvL who had yet to move from his spot on the outside. Again, the referee got to four before Knight released the choke. Dragging Blue into the center of the ring by an ankle, Knight dropped into the first pinfall of the evening.
ONE!
Kickout
Sebastian Reid: Gonna take more than to put the former World Champion down.
Knight transitions into a sleeper hold on Blue. By this point, the fans had had enough of the Mimic’s antics and were fully behind Blue, chanting her name and Guardians throughout the stadium. It was the spark Blue needed who began to push herself to her feet despite the attempts to keep her on the mat. Once vertical, Bonnie slips free of the headlock and staggers Knight with a forearm smash before he could get his guard up. Sebastian doesn’t drop to the mat, though, so Blue shoots the ropes and rebounds with a leaping forearm smash that does the trick. Blue pops to her feet and throws a fist in the air to a pop from the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: The Queen is alive and well. She’s gesturing for Knight to get to his feet. I think she’s got the Weeping Angel in mind.
Gravedigger: She shouldn’t be so open with her gameplan.
Knight, suspecting something was amiss, rolls to the safety of the outside to evade Blue’s prepped technique; he lands feet first beside NvL. Both men stare into the ring to a hopping Blue who immediately shoots the ropes opposite the men, coming back on the rebound hot.
Gravedigger: Ward 6 wisely moves around the ring out of the range of Blue’s high impact move she had in mind.
Jimmy Garcia: Straight into a double clothesline from Richards who had moved around to meet them!
Sebastian Reid: Sometimes its not telegraphing, ‘digger, but a chess match where you’re forcing your opponent to make the moves you want them to.
It certainly looked like a team effort between the two Guardians as Knight and NvL bounced off the concrete; the latter quickly scrambles under the ring away from Richards who has to turn his attention to the legal man in the match. Grabbing Knight by the nape of his neck, he rolls the Mimic into the ring where Blue quickly leaps on him for a pinfall attempt.
Jimmy Garcia: NvL weasels away from Richard, leaving his protégé to the Guardians.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout
Popping to her feet, Blue tags Alex in before moving back to Knight, pulling him up into a seating position. Richards comes in a moment later with a stiff kick across Sebastian’s spine. Then, grabbing Blue around the waist, he tosses her high in the air giving her massive height as she comes crashing back down on the supine Knight with a massive elbow drop. Blue quickly rolls out of the way as Richards leaps in the air with a bonecrunching splash that is quickly transitioned into a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
Kickout
Sebastian Reid: Close, but Knight is showing off his resiliency against the combined assault of the tag champions.
Gravedigger: And NvL has yet to surface from beneath the ring. I hope he felt it shake when Richards landed all three hundred pounds on his partner out here. The coward.
Bonnie Blue takes her spot on the apron, glancing around her for the elusive Liebert, while Alex takes control in the ring. Richards plants his hand against Knight’s face, grinding it into the mat, while he pushes himself to his feet. Alex pulls Sebastian to a vertical position, and the Mimic throws a few quick elbows across Richard’s jaw, but they do little to faze the big man who responds with a shoulder charge that sends Knight staggering back. Alex doesn’t let him far out of reach, though, before grabbing him with both hands around the neck and tossing him like a ragdoll across with ring with a Biel Throw. Knight shifts with the impact to bounce to his feet, but Richards is on top of him immediately, sending him crashing to mat a second time with a belly to belly suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Richards lands on top of Knight for a second time in less than sixty seconds. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.
Sebastian Reid: And Richards quickly transitions into a Crossface. Will we see the Mimic tap in his debut match?
The Guardians lock eyes as Richards wrenches away at the fading Knight while Blue cheers him on from the apron. And then, out of no where, NvL rolls out from beneath the ring behind Bonnie, unbeknownst to them both.
Gravedigger: And now, chaos ensues.
Grabbing Bonnie by the ankles, NvL wrenches the Time Witch off the apron, letting her head crack against the side of it on the way down. Richards quickly releases the hold, leaving Knight ignored on the mat as he climbs to his feet. Just in time to watch Liebert grab Blue and basically swing her body into the steel steps. Then, with a feral grin on his face, he gestures for Richards to come to the outside, to which Richards quickly obliges.
Jimmy Garcia: The referee is quickly losing control of the match as Richards rolls to the outside.
NvL doesn’t stick around, though, to meet Alex when he lands on the concrete as he circles around the ring. Richards, seeing red, follows the Ward 6 leader as he scrambles around the ring. After nearly completing a circle, NvL slides quickly into the ring, followed a moment later by Richards. Alex pushes himself to his feet only to eat a jumping knee strike from the recovered Knight while NvL watches on. Then, with an impressive show of strength, Knight somehow gets Richards off the mat with a snap brainbuster.
Gravedigger: Talk about making your opponents do exactly what you wanted them to. NvL goaded Alex Richards right into that high impact move from Sebastian Knight.
The pinfall to follow.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Kickout
The crowd lets out a huge pop when Richards gets his shoulder off the mat. NvL only shrugs as he climbs onto the apron and calls for the tag, which the wearied Knight is happy to oblige him with. The crowd begins to murmur as NvL slowly climbs back into the ring as he stares down at the stirring Richards.
Sebastian Reid: With Blue still down on the outside and Richards paired against a fresh NvL, this could get pretty ugly.
NvL moves up beside Richards, who tries to swipe Liebert’s legs out from under him; Nathan sidesteps the swipe and closes in with a big stomp across the back of Richard’s neck. Then, with Richards on his hands and knees, Liebert begins to drive methodical knees into the side of the big man’s head until Alex finally rolls onto his back. Then, mounting him, Liebert switches to heavy elbow smashes across the nose and jaw of Alex until the referee finally intervenes with a five count. NvL draws it out until the last final moment before he stops the barrage of blows and pushes himself to his feet. The ringside camera zooms in on Richard’s face where blood was running down his chin from the stiff strikes.
Gravedigger: Despite being fully capable of making this a technical affair, NvL is relying on the simple but effective ground and pound. Vicious and brutal, which is exactly what Liebert is looking for.
NvL looms over Richards as he pushes himself to his knees and the two lock eyes. Liebert says something too soft to be heard on the camera and Richard responds by spitting a glob of blood onto the chest of the Ward 6 head. NvL only grins as he wipes the blood off with his palm before laying that same hand across the face of Richards with a huge slap. But Richards doesn’t budge.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh boy, look at the fire behind Richard’s eyes.
NvL follows through with a knee strike into Richard’s forehead, but the Zim-Quila King just absorbs the blow. The crowd is hot now as Alex begins to push himself to his feet, and Liebert shoots the ropes to try and put more impact behind his next strike. NvL flies in on the rebound with a big boot to Richards, who still hadn’t found his feet.
Sebastian Reid: But Alex Richard’s moves his head out of the way!
NvL’s leg drapes over Alex’s shoulder and it doesn’t take a lot for the big man to quickly transition into a huge powerbomb!
Jimmy Garcia: Go for the pin, Alex!
But the big Guardian had more in store for Liebert as he pushes himself back to his feet, deadlifting NvL in the process. He staggers on unsteady legs towards the turnbuckle, a corner powerbomb in mind, but NvL comes alive with heavy right hands from above. Richards, stumbles, and Liebert lands in a seating position on the top turnbuckle. He doesn’t stay there long, though, as he leaps off with Richard’s head wrapped tight, spiking him to the mat with a Tornado DDT.
Gravedigger: Another high impact move from these men and women. But still no pinfall.
Sebastian Reid: NvL rolls over to smack the outstretched hand of Knight. What does Ward 6 have in store?
The two men pull Richards to his feet; then NvL moves to Richard’s back, putting him in an inverted facelock while Knight steps back a face feet behind Liebert. The crowd are in a frenzy as NvL, still on relatively fresh legs, hoists Richards up into a vertical position, releasing him when he was at the peak. On Richard’s free fall, Knight delivers a stiff shoot kick across the side of Richard’s head before he impact shoulder first with the mat a moment later.
Jimmy Garcia: That was sickening.
Gravedigger: That was a mix of Nathan von Liebert’s patented Straight Jacket Drop with some stiff kicks from The Mimic.
Knight drops into the pin as NvL leans back against the ropes, eyes focused on the attempt.
ONE!
Sebastian Reid: Bonnie Blue appears out of no where on the top ropes!
TWO!
THRE—
Broken Pin
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie breaks it up with a huge frog splash from the top.
Blue pops to her feet to meet the attack from NvL. She ducks the elbow smash and pulls Liebert close . . .
Sebastian Reid: WEEPING ANGEL! NvL rolls to the outside.
Blue scrambles back to the apron as Richards crawls the last few feet over to make the tag before too rolling to the outside. Knight is stirring on the mat as Blue crosses the ring looking to finish it all.
As Blue comes within range, Knight quickly surprises her with a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—
Kick. Out.
Jimmy Garcia: The Guardians are still alive.
Both legal competitors are to the races to find their feet first. And its Bonnie standing vertical first, waiting for Knight to reach his full height before leaping up in the air, wrapping her arms around Sebastian’s head in the process.
Sebastian Reid: CODEBREAKER! Bonnie Blue just nailed the first half of the Timestopper. And there it is, the triangle choke!
It doesn’t take the referee but a few moments to realize Knight was out for the count even before the choke and he calls for the bell.
Gravedigger: After what was definitely a hard fought bout, it’s the Guardians who bring it home for the fans tonight. |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:10:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:11:23 GMT -6
UCI Intercontinental Championship Sam Kidsgrove (c) vs. Vincent Pryde
Jimmy Garcia: Up next is the interpromotional grudge match between Sam Kidsgrove of the UCI and Vincent Pryde of New Blood Wrestling. I think revenge is finally going to be had tonight.
Gravedigger: I agree with you Jimmy.
Jimmy Garcia: We're on the same page for a change? Cool. I can't wait to see Sam Kidsgrove's successful return and first title defense tonight!
Gravedigger: Woah, woah woah! I was talking about Vincent getting revenge. Breach of contract is serious business.
Sebastian Reid: You're right about that Gravedigger. That's why I'm here in the broadcast booth with you too instead of enjoying the good life of retirement.
Jimmy Garcia: You're seriously on the side of Pryde? He got Sam Kidsgrove fired from the UCI.. attempted to steal him and the UCI Intercontinental championship. He had both of our general managers savagely beaten he..
Gravedigger: See Jimmy.. this is why I wrestle in the WCF and announce in the UCI. I see the big picture. And after Pryde wins the Intercontinental title and takes over the UCI's tv deal that's why I'll still be drawing a paycheque.
Sebastian Reid: Respect!
Taylor Lorde: This next contest is scheduled for one fall is for the UCI Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, representing New Blood Wrestling, the challenger Vincent Pryde!
The lights flicker off and “System” by Korn starts to play and as the beat kicks up, strobes of red and white flicker back and forth. Vincent walks out with his black hair slicked back, he wears his black shades, a black and white jacket, a black choker necklace with a vial of blood hanging from it, Black trunks with white slash marks on the front on either side of his crotch, Pryde written between the slash marks in white lettering with a red outline, a white vampire skull on the back with red blood splatter marks. Pryde also wears black arm sleeves (Hardy esque with the holes), and black boots/kick pads/knee pads that go thigh high. Pryde carries his black cane in a cocky fashion as he blows off the fans who are booing him. In the ring Pryde stands in the middle of the ring and he holds his cane with hands in front of him as he grins showing his fangs subtlie to the fans. Pryde takes in the hate for a second before backing to his corner to await his opponent.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, representing the United Championship Infinite! The reigning and defending UCI Intercontinental champion of the worllllllld! Sam Kidsgrove!
There are lots of spotlights swirling around the arena as the Universal Studios fanfare hits the audio system. After the initial fanfare and the breakdown, Sam Kidsgrove launches himself through the curtain and starts walking down the red carpet that the backstage crew put down for him. He throws a massive grin on his face while striking a pose in his tuxedo on the ramp for the paparazzi. He walks down the ramp, going to each side and talking to the fans, signing autographs and taking interviews. Shaking a lot of hands. The ramp walk lasts a good five minutes because of this. When he finally gets to the ring, he turns to the crowd and performs a deep theatrical bow. Then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and immediately climbs a turnbuckle, grinning at the crowd and doing yet more poses, such as the double gun salute, the “Hey I know you” wave and the classic Magnum. The UCI co general managers Andre Jenson and Teo Del Sol accompany him to the ring, enjoying a nice cheer from the crowd themselves. Meanwhile in the ring it appears Vincent Pryde is flipping out.
Jimmy Garcia: I think it may finally be dawning on Pryde how much trouble he is in.
Sebastian Reid: Pryde just ripped the microphone away from Taylor Lorde. If he isn't careful former UCI world champion Crow McMorris will be the next one gunning for him.
Vincent Pryde: See! I knew it! I knew you truly were a UCI guy Sam! Because everyone in the UCI is completely and utterly gutless! You knew you couldn't win this match on your own! So you brought the worst management in wrestling history with you! I came by myself Sam... because I don't need any help! You on the other hand, you know you need the Gents to even stand a slight chance of beating me!
Sam Kidsgrove: You're kidding, right? I already brought the Gents out here to haul me off of your bloodied, beaten body when the match is over. You want to take your chances Pryde? It's your funeral!
Sam fist bumps the Gents.. who walk to the back and then Kidsgrove immediately sprints for the ring!
Jimmy Garcia: And as soon as he steps through the ropes he takes a boot to the head by Vincent Pryde!
Gravedigger: Veteran move there! He's choking him on the ropes! I knew my pick was good. He's too good for Sam. Sam's new to wrestling, he doesn't know all the dirty tricks.
Jimmy Garcia: He's biting him!
Gravedigger: I know.. isn't it great?
Sebastian Reid: If I were Kidsgrove.. I might be worried about a vampire snacking on my face. One thing is for sure though it took Vincent mere seconds to draw blood.
Gravedigger: He knows how to do that trust me. Now a body slam by Vincent. He's going to the top rope early... fist drop.. damnit.. misses.
Jimmy Garcia: Now Sam is up and both wrestlers are standing in the middle of the ring trading punches back and forth. This has turned into a slugfest! A right cross downs Sam to a knee but he scoops the legs and executes a double leg takedown! He's mounts Vincent and is pounding away on the leader of New Blood now!
Gravedigger: C'mon ref.. these closed fist punches aren't legal!
Sebastian Reid: Like referees have ever been effective. Vincent trying to get out of the ring but instead he's dropkicked into the ropes face first by Kidsgrove then caught with a leaping neckbreaker!
Jimmy Garcia: How's your pick doing now Digger?
Gravedigger: Don't call me Digger like you're my friend.
Jimmy Garcia: Stomps to the downed vampire! Sam bounces off of the ropes and nails a vicious double stomp to the chest!
Sebastian Reid: I think Sam should be trying to finish off Pryde here. It appears he has him stunned but he's too intent on dishing out punishment. Pryde gets to his feet and a big time european uppercut knocks him to the corner. Now a flying forearm into the corner!Vincent staggers out of the corner and walks right into a teardrop suplex! Haven't seen that move in ages. Sam Kidsgrove obviously has been continuing his training since his departure from the UCI.
Gravedigger: Departure? He was fired! And Vincent Pryde gave him a chance to join New Blood and this is how that ingrate treats him?
Jimmy Garcia: He got him fired from the UCI! Brainbuster suplex now by Sam Kidsgrove! He's heading to the top rope. He waits on Vincent to get up and nails a missile dropkick! That sends Pryde sliding out under the bottom rope to the floor. Vincent slowly gets up... and he's leaving? Pryde is walking up the ramp and leaving the ring.
Gravedigger: Smart move. Maybe it just isn't his day. So you take a hike and live to fight again. That's how you have a long career like Pryde or I do.
Sebastian Reid: Sam Kidsgrove is having none of that though. He's giving chase and he grabs Pryde by the hair... and Vincent mule kicks Kidsgrove!
Gravedigger: See... smart veteran move.. and now that they are away from the referee's view Vincent is going for the D.T.D... wait a second Sam palm struck Pryde just as he was going for it and sends the mist back into Pryde's faces instead. The blinded Pryde staggers into the direction of the ring now. He rolls in and immediately starts laying the blame on Kidsgrove to the referee.
Jimmy Garcia: A DQ isn't going to give Pryde the title.
Gravedigger: Sam stalking back towards the ring too yelling at Vincent.. and did you see that? From under the ring it’s Doctor Strange! He just levelled Sam Kidsgrove with a big boot!
Jimmy Garcia: Why is that not a disqualification?
Gravedigger: Because Pryde is distracting the referee! I told you the man was brillant! And Doctor Strange whips Sam right into the ring post head first now!
Jimmy Garcia: Why is Alex Richards doing this?
Gravedigger: What are you talking about? That's not Alex Richards.. that's Doctor Strange. Can't you tell the difference?
Jimmy Garcia: I can tell this.. he just delivered a hot shot onto the ring railing! He rolls Sam back in.. he has to be out here. Vincent makes a cover. Not like this.
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Sebastian Reid: No! He got the shoulder up! I would imagine either sheer force of will or pure hate could be the only thing that saved him there. But it might not be enough. Vincent Pryde is up and he is delivering knee after knee after knee to the skull of Sam!
Gravedigger: He's setting Sam up here. He drags the doozy champion to his feet and nails him with an impaler DDT. Of course he's going to win the title with the impaler DDT! He hooks both legs.
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Jimmy Garcia: No! He didn't get him!
Gravedigger: How did he not? How did Sam get the shoulder up there?
Sebastian Reid: Running knee to the skull! He's not going to get up from that. No cover though.. instead he's locking in... the Gothic Cross.
Gravedigger: See again.. super smart move from Vincent Pryde. If Sam doesn't want to stay down for a three count.. he'll make him submit to this sharpshooter!
Jimmy Garcia: Smart? This is smart? He was totally being outwrestled. The only reason he even has this advantage is because that damn Doctor Strange is hiding under the ring!
Gravedigger: You're just mad that he's about to tap out.
Jimmy Garcia: He is not going to tap out!
Sebastian Reid: I don't know. Pryde is putting on a lot of pressure with that sharpshooter variant. It doesn't seem like that's a way to escape. The referee is asking him... Sam shakes his head no.
Gravedigger: Ask him again dammit!
Jimmy Garcia: I hate it admit it.. but Sam seems to be fading. Referee over to check on the arm
it falls once...
it falls twice...
it falls... it stays up...
Gravedigger: And Vincent quickly drops the gold and leg drops Kidsgrove across the back of the neck. Another smart move. This is why I picked New Blood Wrestling to succeed.
Jimmy Garcia: I can't believe they haven't fired you yet. Vincents Sam to his feet and nails a couple of chops knocking him back to the corner. He places him on the top turnbuckle.. it looks like he's setting him up for a superplex here. But it's blocked by Kidsgrove.. then blocked again.. he comes over the top with a sunset flip powerbomb! What a move by Kidsgrove! Both men are down! The referee is laying the count..
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Jimmy Garcia: Kip up by Sam! He kipped up and instantly unloads on Vincent with a spinning heel kick to the gut.. followed up by the fame asser! Vincent staggers up and he is grabbed with a vicious belly to belly suplex!
Gravedigger: C'mon Pryde! Fight back dammit! High cross body by Sam!
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kick out!
Jimmy Garcia: Vincent gets back up and gets german suplexed back down! Sam runs off the ropes and takes all the wind of Pryde's sails with a running senton! No cover though... instead Sam unloads with a series of headbutts! He's going to the top rope.. and connects with a driving elbow to the side of the skull!
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kick out!
Sebastian Reid: Vincent trying to escape the ring again.. but this time Sam grabs him from behind and executes an atomic drop! Sam trying to keep him in the ring so he can't get anymore help from Doctor Strange.
Gravedigger: I hate it to say it but this could be over... Scene 2! Same Kidsgrove nailed his Helluva kick! He makes a cover.
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Sebastian Reid: Vincent kicked out! You don't have to like Vincent.. you don't have to like what he stands for. But you do have to respect his toughness.
Jimmy Garcia: I think Sam is about to put that to the test though... he's lifted Vincent Pryde over his head and is climbing the ropes... we've seen this before.. this is how he won the Intercontineal title.. this is the Icarus!
Gravedigger: He must be on steroids lifting Vincent overhead like that. They should disqualify him.
Sebastian Reid: Or his opponent is only 175 pounds.
Gravedigger: Ha! What a klutz! Sam slipped off the top rope!
Jimmy Garcia: He did not! That damned Doctor Strange tripped him up! But Sam has grabbed him by the mask now! He's ripping away at it! We're gonna see once and for all who Doctor Strange is! Ahhh... I thought we were going too at least. But Vincent breaks it up with a knee to the back! Now a t bone suplex! He makes the cover with both feet on the ropes.
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Sebastian Reid: Nope.. the referee missed all that interference.. but he actually caught Vincent using the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait a second. Doctor Strange just stole the ring bell!
Gravedigger: He's only borrowing it. Muay Thai strikes by Pryde now rock Kidsgrove. He whips him off the ropes.. it's reversed and ohh... Doctor Strange just cracked Pryde in the back of the head with the ring bell!
Jimmy Garcia: Serves them right! Knee Plus.. also known as the Box Office is nailed by Sam Kidsgrove! He makes the cover.
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Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match and STILL UCI Intercontinental Champion... Sam Kidsgrove!
Jimmy Garcia: Sam Kidsgrove celebrating with his fans now after a hard fought victory over Vincent Pryde. He fought two men tonight and came out on top!
Gravedigger: He got lucky! If not for that screw up from Doctor Strange he wouldn't be holding that title! Damnit.. I hate movie stars almost as much as I hate Guardians.
Sebastian Reid: You know I have a new movie coming out soon. Santa With Muscles 2.
Gravedigger: Then I hate you too. |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:12:30 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:13:46 GMT -6
UCI Rising Stars Championship M.A.X (c) vs. Mikey eXtreme
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. Slaves and Bulldozers by Soundgarden begins to blare through the PA system as Mikey, flanked by Vidalia and Freakshow, slowly makes his way to the ramp. He has a kendo stick in his hand, which is slowly dragging on the ground before him, he hands it off to Vidalia as he runs his hands over his masked face, and through his beard. He begins to laugh before slowly walking to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, and into the corner of the ring where he sits with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. Vidalia climbs onto the apron, still clutching the kendo stick, whispering some sort of devilish plan into Mikey’s ear, as Freakshow circles ringside.
Jimmy Garcia: Lots of controversy around the Rising Stars title since Umeji’s departure from UCI, but we’re about to see that all come to an end with this one!
Sebastian Reid: After M.A.X was named champion due to having previously won contendership, fans have been buzzing and with this man, Mikey eXtreme having won a shot at the belt, things are about to come to a head!
The sound of a siren echoes over the arena, accompanied by an authoritative voice urging everyone to evacuate the area because of a scheduled “live weapons test”. All of this is promptly ignored and drowned out by the crowd as they cheer and jeer the tall, pale figure of Max, striding towards the ring through yellow, flashing strobe lights and a matching, toxic-yellow smoke.
A number of fans try to lean out to get a selfie with the android, only to be shoved back by the white-armoured handlers and asked if they are, in fact, totally insane.
As he reaches the ring, Max ascends the steps and climbs a turnbuckle, standing there with arms outstretched, drinking in the atmosphere for a moment before leaping into the ring and, with a slight whirr of servo-motors, rolling into his corner where he stands up and awaits the bell.
Gravedigger: This is a match for the ages, one that is sure to go down as a classic moment for the Rising Stars division!
Vidalia and Freakshow shout at M.A.X from ringside, but get little reaction from the champion. Mikey stretches in his corner as M.A.X hands the title off to an official as we hear the bell calling.
DING DING DING!!
Sebastian Reid: Mikey out of his corner quick, shoulder driven into the midsection!
M.A.X stumbles back a bit, but comes right back at Mikey.
Jimmy Garcia: Bull hammer from the champion!
Mikey stumbles back now, but is also quick to offer his own response.
Gravedigger: Hard lariat from Mikey!
The challenger falls to the mat with the champion, pushing the hair out of his face as he pushes himself back up, bringing M.A.X back up as well.
Sebastian Reid: Elbow to the gut, nice counter by M.A.X there.
M.A.X pulls Mikey in, hooking the arm around his head and lifting him up for a snap suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Mikey landing on his feet, great display of agility there!
Mikey leaps to the middle turnbuckle as M.A.X charges towards him.
Gravedigger: Mikey grabbing hold of M.A.X’s head.
Sebastian Reid: Tornado bulldog from eXtreme!
Jimmy Garcia: M.A.X throws him forward just in time!
Mikey is sent across the ring as M.A.X collects himself quickly and runs off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Running senton legdrop from the champion, covering Mikey now.
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KICKOUT!
Sebastian Reid: Nearfall there, innovative offense from the champ!
Jimmy Garcia: Quick transition as well, side hold and some quick striking from M.A.X!
M.A.X squeezes down hard on the hold before pulling Mikey up and sending him off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Leg lariat from M.A.X, another cover.
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NO!
M.A.X rolls over in an almost snake-like manner before pouncing up and heading toward the top rope.
Sebastian Reid: We’ve seen this before, mushroom stomp coming!
Jimmy Garcia: From the top this time, looking to do some serious damage to Mikey!
Gravedigger: Taking off!
Sebastian Reid: Mikey rolling out of the way just in time!
Jimmy Garcia: M.A.X doing the same on the landing!
Both men roll through and up to their feet, staring one another down much to the crowd’s delight.
Gravedigger: Right back at it.
Sebastian Reid: FACE!!!
Jimmy Garcia: Bullhammer forearm connects!
Mikey struggles to stay on his feet as M.A.X spins around once more.
Gravedigger: Here’s the encore!
Sebastian Reid: X MARKS THE SPOT!
Jimmy Garcia: M.A.X still standing as well! These two are insane right now!
M.A.X steps in to hit a quick forearm to the side of the head before spinning for yet another forearm.
Gravedigger: Knee to the gut from eXtreme.
Mikey is able to duck under a counter headbutt from M.A.X, sliding into position behind the champion.
Sebastian Reid: eXplosion!!
Jimmy Garcia: Mikey trying to roll the champion over! Can he get it?!
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Gravedigger: M.A.X with the shoulder up, but he’s just a fraction too late!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match and newwww UCI Rising Stars Champion, Mikey eXtreme!!
Sebastian Reid: Great, fast paced action between these two tonight and a hell of a showing from both the former and new champions!
Jimmy Garcia: I have a feeling this won’t be the last we see of them against one another! |
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:14:35 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Dec 2, 2017 1:16:14 GMT -6
Civil War Match Team Verez vs. Team Bull If a member of Team Bull is the last remaining, the TV title will change hands L Verez/Harry Diderot/El Payaso Loco vs. Corey Bull/James Cross/Karlie Nash
Sebastian Reid: Co-main event up ahead, this year’s Civil War match!
Jimmy Garcia: This is a HUGE opportunity for these six competitors!
Gravedigger: One of these men or women will go on to face either Corey Black or Preecha Kamon for the world title next month at Black Mass.
Sebastian Reid: For those not yet familiar, two teams face off in an elimination tag match. If multiple competitors from the same team survive, those teammates will then be pitted against one another to decide who walks away as the winner of Civil War as well as number one contender!
Jimmy Garcia: Well, without any further ado, let’s get to it, gentlemen!
The light hits the entrance ramp as “The Curse” by Disturbed hits the PA. Corey Bull, James Cross, and Karlie Nash hit the ramp, all three wearing red shirts with a bold “#TeamBull” on the front of them. Nash and Cross look to the crowd with disdain as Bull stands between them staring straight ahead. The three march down to ringside with a mixed reaction from the crowd due to Bull’s cult fanbase.
Gravedigger: I don’t care what anybody says, THIS is gonna be a tough team to beat.
Sebastian Reid: Agreed, Digger. We’ve heard talks about championship accomplishments come into play, but this team is dangerous!
The three take to their corner, discussing strategy as Cross leans over the rope and motions for Team Verez to enter.
Jimmy Garcia: Anticipation building for Team Verez here!
“Tetris” by DJ Dahi hits the speakers as Team Verez enters, wearing their own blue shirts with a bold “#TeamVerez” on the front. Their arms are raised skyward as they wave out to the masses before focusing their attention on the threat ahead and rushing down to ringside quickly. The team discusses at ringside before Harry slaps Payaso on the back, prompting the masked star to slide into the ring. Payaso taunts for a starting opponent as Bull steps through the ropes himself.
Gravedigger: Looks like Payaso just bit off a little too much.
Payaso nods his head, getting some encouragement from his corner as Bull steps forward. The ref motions for the bell as Bull towers over Loco.
DING DING DING!!
Sebastian Reid: Here we go, kicking off Civil War 2017 and look at this image in front of us!
Jimmy Garcia: Remember it well, gents, because things are about to blow up!
Gravedigger: Payaso with a spinning chop across the chest of The Hatebringer.
As Payaso’s strike connects, Bull barely flinches. Loco steps back off the ropes and charges forward, connecting with a forearm as he steps off the ropes for extra momentum.
Sebastian Reid: Still unphased by that one, but Payaso with a spinning kick to the shin!
Bull is knocked off balance just a bit as Payaso spins around for another chop.
Jimmy Garcia: Bull returns the favor with a chop to the head!
Gravedigger: Taking his time, letting Payaso get his shots in, then he gets him.
Payaso is sent stumbling back across the ring as Bull continues to stand tall. Payaso’s grin can be seen through his mask as Bull shakes his head in denial before making a tag to James Cross.
Sebastian Reid: Bull letting the leader of Gold Standard in on the fun!
Jimmy Garcia: Payaso seems excited over that decision!
Cross dashes at Loco with a short arm clothesline, but Payaso is able to catch the arm and send him to the mat with a tight arm drag.
Gravedigger: Wrenching back on the arm, but Cross spinning out and back to his feet.
Sebastian Reid: James Cross pulling Loco in now.
Jimmy Garcia: Close quarters boot, that one connecting right on the chin!
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KICKOUT!
Gravedigger: Quick cover from Cross isn’t quite enough.
Payaso grips at his own throat a bit as he pushes back to his feet. Cross, however, makes a quick tag to Karlie Nash who rushes in and leaps up before driving an elbow into the thick of Payaso’s back.
Sebastian Reid: Big leaping elbow from Nash, rolling Payaso over for another cover!
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Jimmy Garcia: Kick out again from Payaso, but Nash quick to reposition herself!
Gravedigger: NASHURAL SELECTION LOCKED IN EARLY!
Payaso strains to reach for the rope, but Karlie wrenches back even harder. Payaso starts to fade before trying desperately for the counter.
Sebastian Reid: Payaso swinging his head back into Karlie’s face now!
Jimmy Garcia: Not a very technical counter, but it is enough to break the hold!
Karlie leaps up, pulling Payaso up with her as soon as the hold is broken, hooking the arms for the kill.
Gravedigger: Upper Body Injury on the way perhaps.
Nash rolls Payaso into the upside down position, but the luchador is able to swing momentum upward and land with his weight on top of Nash.
Sebastian Reid: Avoiding that one, trying to make the hot tag now.
Jimmy Garcia: Karlie Nash right there to yank him back down by the ankle!
Karlie laughs at the Verez corner as Payaso grabs at his affected ankle. L and Harry cheer on their teammate as Karlie points toward their corner.
Gravedigger: Cross on the outside, he pulls Harry down.
Sebastian Reid: Harry Diderot shoved face first into the ring post!
L turns her attention to James on the outside and leaps off toward the Gold Standard leader.
Jimmy Garcia: GTS from James Cross!
Cross smirks as Karlie applauds him from inside the ring.
Sebastian Reid: Loco with the roll up from behind on Karlie Nash!
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Taylor Lorde: Karlie Nash has been eliminated!
Gravedigger: Shocking first elimination, but Corey Bull quickly in the ring to even the score.
Bull goes in for a quick battering ram, but Payaso is able to leap up quickly and wrap his legs around The Hatebringers head.
Jimmy Garcia: Beautiful headscissors from Payaso Loco, that one driving Bull’s head hard into the turnbuckle!
Bull spins around and sag into the corner, sitting against the middle turnbuckle as Payaso springs back and attempts a yakuza kick variation off the ropes.
Sebastian Reid: It connects!
Corey collides hard against the turnbuckle once more and Payaso immediately leaps back at him once more.
Gravediggger: Bull catches him! Bull catches Loco!
Jimmy Garcia: DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
Sebastian Reid: Corey Bull shaking off the cobwebs, boot placed on top of Loco!
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Taylor Lode: El Payaso Loco has been eliminated!
Gravedigger: Back to two versus two, things back to even in this one!
Bull lifts his foot off Payaso and shoves him out over the bottom. L Verez rolls in, looking up at Bull who steps back to his own corner, tagging a fresh James Cross once more.
Jimmy Garcia: Corey Bull working a gameplan of sorts tonight, able to stay relatively fresh with the exception of that offense from Loco!
The two circle each other, looking for an opening before James Cross hits a knee to L’s gut.
Sebastian Reid: L doubled over from that one, Cross pulling her up for another GTS!
Gravedigger: Goodnight, L Verez!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Counter from L!
Sebastian Reid: CELESTIAL DESCENT!
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Gravedigger: Yes!
Jimmy Garcia: Apollo and Bobby Robinson are here, L on the receiving end of a beatdown!
Sebastian Reid: Ref calling for a DQ elimination, looks like James Cross is out of this one as a result!
Apollo and Bobby quickly roll out, doing their best to drag James out with them as Harry slides in to help his partner.
Gravedigger: Only Corey Bull remains for his team, but The Hatebringer is in the ring now and still looking fresh.
Harry steps to Corey, shoving him back immediately before Bull steps in with a big right hand.
Jimmy Garcia: Trading blows now, here we go!
Sebastian Reid: The matches two most imposing figures trading blows in the center of the ring!
Harry answers back with a headbutt to Bull which is met with a hard shove that sends Harry stumbling backwards.
Gravedigger: Diderot right back at it.
Jimmy Garcia: CHOKESLAM FROM COREY BULL!
Sebastian Reid: Just like that, the big man is sent to the mat and Corey Bull actually making Harry Diderot look small right now!
Harry rolls toward the ropes, pulling himself up as Bull pulls L up by placing a boot under her chin.
Gravedigger: Bull lifting her up for a chokeslam as well.
L gasps for air as Bull lifts her high, tilting his head in observation as he so.
Jimmy Garcia: L slips out, dropping to a knee as she tries to catch her breath now!
Sebastian Reid: Hippo from behind with the axe handle to the back of the neck!
As Bull is slouched over, Harry throws him off the ropes with all he can muster.
Sebastian Reid: A-TOWN BOMB CONNECTS!
Jimmy Garcia: Harry threw all he had into that one, collapsing to the mat himself!
Gravedigger: Shows you what even one chokeslam from someone like Corey Bull will take out of you.
Sebastian Reid: L realizing the situation, going for the pin on Corey Bull!
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Jimmy Garcia: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
Gravedigger: Corey Bull showing everyone what he’s made of, kicking out with less than a tenth of a second between life and death!
L looks on in horror before glancing back at who retreats to the apron to get in position for the tag.
Sebastian Reid: L stumbles to the corner, making a weak tag as Harry ascends the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Desperation from Harry Diderot, thinking outside the box here!
Gravedigger: There’s gotta be some point where we draw the line..
Harry looks to the heavens above for a blessing as he balances himself up top.
Sebastian Reid: Look out belo-
Jimmy Garcia: NO! NO! NO!
Gravedigger: Hol-y Hell!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Sebastian Reid: Technique #9 from Harry Diderot, bu...but he just broke the damn ring in the process!
Jimmy Garcia: Ref taken out in the breakdown as well, Harry is on top of The Hatebringer, but we’ve got nobody to count the pin!
The crowd stars counting with everyone down, before a replacement referee sprints down and climbs into the wrecked ring for the count.
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Taylor Lorde: Corey Bull has been eliminated!
Gravedigger: Well, Team Bull gone now, but I don’t see how we can continue the match with the ring in this condition!
Diderot rolls off to the outside as the more officials join the replacement ref at ringside, grouping up to talk amongst themselves.
Sebastian Reid: It has to one way or another!
The refs nod to one another before leaving the replacement to his job.
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like this one will continue, but not sure how!
L and Harry meet each other near the end of the entrance ramp, struggling to stand as both motion for the other to bring it.
Gravedigger: Spear knee to the gut from Harry Diderot, a little nod to Preecha perhaps?
The Hippo gets under the Hypermedia Champion, lifting her onto his shoulder as he takes a minute to gain balance before marching up the ramp.
Sebastian Reid: Incredible job from Diderot of recovering after that nasty bump, looking to take L out now and put the finishing touches on a world title shot!
As the two near the top of the ramp, L is able to slide out and drive a couple of elbows into Harry’s back.
Jimmy Garcia: L trying her best to stay in it!
Gravedigger: Diderot shoved toward the display.
L drops to her knee out of exhaustion once more as Harry turns around.
Sebastian Reid: Verez pushing back up, charging in on The Hippo!
Jimmy Garcia: SPEAR! L AND HIPPO BOTH COLLIDE THROUGH THE STAGE DISPLAY!
Crowd: RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP!
The ref holds up the “X” immediately as neither competitor show a sign of life through the tangled mess of sparking panels and loose dangling wires.
Gravedigger: Is that it?!
More staff members, including Taylor Lorde move to the stage out of concern. The ref looks up from the scene temporarily to whisper to Taylor who hesitantly moves the mic to her lips.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been informed that neither competitor has been deemed able to continue. Therefore...this match has been declared a draw..
Medics from the side of the stage come to the aid of the two competitors, but are cut off by Spencer Adams stepping out from Gorilla to assess the situation. He motions for a mic as the ref insists on tending to the competitors instead. Spencer remains adamant and is given a mic by a crew member standing by.
Spencer Adams: Get them up! We have a match to finish!
The ref pleads with Spencer whose head drops in frustration as he curses a bit under his breath before throwing the mic down and storming back through the curtain.
Sebastian Reid: Disturbing turn of events, Harry and L both still out cold..
Gravedigger: Not sure what this means going forward, we’ll let you know as we return from a quick break.. |
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