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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:12:45 GMT -6
Lazarus Introduction.
Live from The Warehouse in Chicago Illinois, UCI Presents: Lazarus!
Fireworks and fog fill the UCI Warehouse in Chicago, Illinois as we see mobs of fans screaming their heads off for this month’s big special.
Michael Stelzner: Hello, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Lazarus!
Justin Chambers: Whether you’re watching here live or at home via YouTube Red, this is simply an event that cannot be missed!
Michael Stelzner: Another action packed night here in UCI with the bar raised even higher as we will crown two new UCI champions!
Christopher Morrell: Don’t forget what’s going on with that TV title scene though. We have Kemp versus Wentworth for the strap as well as Beavs vs. Kyle Champion Cameron for the right to face whoever it is that walks out of Lazarus tonight with the television championship over their shoulder!
Michael Stelzner: After a grueling world tournament, we are left with four people to really keep an eye on. The first two being Erin Fausse and Chase Jackson who will be squaring off against one another for the Rising Stars championship!
Justin Chambers: Of course, the cherry on top is the finals of the world title tournament where we will see the inaugral world champion decided!
Michael Stelzner: Crow McMorris finally getting the world title opportunity that people have been begging to see against accomplished wrestler and former world champion Jay Omega! This is gonna be a good one! |
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:22:47 GMT -6
Mr. Wright vs. Julian Mercury
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for onefall!
“I am the Fire” by Halestorm begins to play, and Taylor Wright comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, the crowd voicing their displeasure. He throws his hands out with a smile, embracing their hate, as he makes his way down the ramp.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York! At six feet, three inches tall. Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is Mr. Taylor Wright!
Taylor slides under the bottom rope, and pops to his feet, glaring out at the crowd as they shower him with hate.
Michael Stelzner: Mr. Wright not exactly popular with the fans here in the Warehouse.
Justin Chambers: They’ve had some time to get to know him, they don’t like him, and I can’t say I blame them.
Christopher Morrell: You’re out of your minds. Taylor Wright is a genius, and outside of this cesspool, he is a beloved figure.
Mr. Wright’s music dies and is replaced by “The Future is Now” by Starset. The arena goes silent as golden words flash over a pitch black background on the titantron.
"Bear witness to the Dream Killer."
The words fade away as the opening of "The Future Is Now" plays, earning an onslaught of jeers and insults as the elegant Julian Mercury makes his way out from the backstage area, amused smile spread over his face as he saunters down the entrance ramp.
Heston Meeks: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from New York City, New York! At six feet tall, weighing in at 180 pounds! He is “The Paragon” Julian Mercury!
Stylish as ever, Julian paces up a set of steel steps, positioning himself on the apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes cleanly. Upon entering the ring, he stops to bow politely to each side of the audience, smug smile present over his face as he retreats the corner to stretch. The music dies, and the referee gives a quick rule reading, before signaling for the bell to ring. The two men start circling each other, each one eyeing the other up, looking for a weak spot.
Michael Stelzner: These two men looking for a win here, hoping it’ll move them up the card.
Taylor lunges forward, but Julian cuts him off with a series of quick kicks to the hamstring. He shifts his weight and delivers a few kicks to the other leg, before jumping up and hitting Taylor with a hurricarana. Wright goes rolling across the ring and hops up just in time to get hit with a big splash in the corner. Julian backs up again, but Taylor dives out of the way before he can hit whatever move he’s thinking of. He slides out of the ring and takes a lap, as the fans boo.
Michael Stelzner: Smart move here from Mr. Wright. The match was about to start heading down hill quickly, so he takes a breather.
Mercury goes for a baseball slide, but Taylor just dodges. He then grabs the man’s legs and swings him, slamming him up against the steel barricade, and dropping him onto the concrete.
Justin Chambers: Well this one escalated quickly.
Wright lifts Julian and Irish whips him into the steel steps, sending the top half flying. He slams Mercury’s head against the metal a few times, before lifting him up and tossing him into the ring. He follows, and delivers several hard right, before standing to his feet and taunting the booing crowd. Julian spots his moment and rolls Taylor up in a tight school boy, catching him by surprise, and holding on for dear life.
One!
Two!
Taylor shifts the pin so that Julian’s shoulders are the ones on the mat!
One!
Two!
Taylor grabs the bottom rope!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner! Taylor Wright!
Julian kicks out a second too late, and Taylor Wright pops up, lifting his arms in celebration. Julian yells at the ref for a moment, before turning around and hitting Taylor with a chop block. Wright crumbles to the ground, as Julian stomps away at the knee.
Michael Stelzner: What a sore loser Julian Mercury is! |
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:25:02 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:28:40 GMT -6
Spencer Adams Segment.
Cameras cut to the backstage area as we see Spencer Adams on the phone with someone, having a conversation with some unknown other.
Spencer Adams: Yeah, I know. Was it the smartest thing in the world for me to put my job on the line to prove a point? Maybe not, but I’m not going to stand for some asshole like Benjamin Atreyu to question my decisions.
There is a little chatter on the other end before Spencer responds back.
Spencer Adams: I’ll win. Don’t worry about that. I-
The antidote looks up at an approaching figure as he replies into the phone once more.
Spencer Adams: ….I’ll call you back.
The figure in front of him is not shown as Spencer’s eyes tighten and he looks on at the mystery person.
Spencer Adams: Un-fucking believable.
The camera fades out. |
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:32:00 GMT -6
Shadowlove vs Teddy Sol
Streaming Issues. Apologies for the convenience.
Justin Chambers: He pulls him in!
Michael Stelzner: The dark gift! Teddy is out!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, Shadowlove!
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:42:09 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Contendership Dustin Beaver vs Kyle Cameron
Michael Stelzner: Welcome back to Lazarus ladies and gent! Coming up next, the next contender for the Television Title will be decided in a one-on-one match between Kyle Cameron and Dustin Beaver!
Christopher Morrell: Both men of...questionable moral standings. I think the crowd will actually get behind Beaver on this one for once though. Unlike Kyle, this kid actually seems to know how to wrestle.
Justin Chambers: Both men with only one win so far in their UCI careers, let's see who's gonna bring their record up to 2-2!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the UCI Television Championship!
"Where Are U Now" by Diplo hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting the Beavs to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is Dustin Beaver!
Michael Stelzner: A rather mixed reception from the crowd tonight, but odds are it'll probably be better then when Kyle comes out.
Christopher Morrell: This is the most cheers I've ever heard for Beaver, I hope he soaks it all in cause I doubt he'll get a reaction like this again.
Dustin stands in the ring after mocking some of the fans at ringside. His music fades away, and he’s busy leaning back in the corner turnbuckles relaxing, and not caring about his opponent anyways. "So Whatcha Want" hits the airwaves and jeering erupts from the crowd as Kyle Cameron theatrically emerges from the curtain. The crowd hurdling abuse towards him, he pulls a black Sharpie from his pocket, offering to sign his autograph for the crowd in the front row, although no one takes him up on it.
Heston Meeks: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Mean Streets of Downtown, Los Angeles! At six feet tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Main Attraction” Kyle Cameron!
A random crowd member yells at him "YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!" to which Kyle replies "You're just jealous of me!" The crowd continue booing him as he gets in the ring, trying to pull off awesome poses in the middle of the ring, even though he just makes himself look silly.
Justin Chambers: My god. The vitriol this man inspires in the UCI Galaxy is astonishing, honestly.
Christopher Morrell: This man should have his UCI contract shredded up in all honesty. Fool like him has no business in this ring with an athlete like Beaver.
Michael Stelzner: Be that as it may, our two competitors are now in the ring and ready to square off!
Ding Ding Ding!
The match begins! Kyle talks trash to Beaver in the ring, agitating him until the two just barking in each other's faces. Kyle attempts to slap Dustin, but Dustin catches his hand and lands a STIFF AS FUCK FOREARM OUT OF NOWHERE. The crowd collectively gasp.
Michael Stelzner: Jesus! That didn't take long.
Cameron is stunned at the verocity of Beaver's forearm, but before he can react, he's hit with a spinning punch! And another! And another!
Christopher Morell: Cameron is becoming well acquainted with Beaver's right arm tonight. There seems to be now way out of this for him.
Beaver tries for another spinning punch, but Cameron ducks out of the way, running to the opposite corner of the ring. He clutches his face, the pain is obvious on TV, as Kyle's face is becoming very light shade of purple. He hears Beaver coming for him, and turns around to make the T-Sign with his hands, the fans booing this act of cowardice.
Michael Stelzner: Is...is Cameron calling for a time out in the middle of his match?
Justin Chambers: Looks like it, although the ref doesn't seem to buy it.
Neither does Dustin apparently, as he takes Cameron's moment of pause to sucker punch him right in the face! Kyle falls to the ground in a heap as the ref slowly begins the ten count.
Michael Stelzner: Dustin Beaver with an Ali-like punch right to the jaw of Cameron, and this match may be over before it even began folks!
Christopher Morell: I wonder if this kid's mum will pay for the funeral she'll have to hold for her baby boy, cause I know damn well that kind of stuff isn't in the UCI budget.
Senior referee Adam Martin looks at Kyle's lifeless body...
One!
Two!
Three!
Justin Chambers: Dustin is laughing to himself in the corner. This was apparently much easier then he thought it was going to be!
Four!
Five
Six!
Michael Stelzner: Oh my god, Kyle is BARELY moving! Can he make the ten count?
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
Miraculously, Cameron staggers to his feet just before Adam counts ten. Adam signals the match is not over yet, as a look of annoyance grows on Dustin Beaver's face. Kyle stumbles a bit before centering himself, signaling for Dustin to "come get some" as the crowd jeer him and chant hateful things towards him.
Crowd: FUCK YOU KY-LE! *clapclapclapclapclap* FUCK YOU KY-LE! *clapclapclapclapclap*
Kyle's new found confidence is gone as soon as the crowd begin chanting, he yells inaudible threats at them before they change their chant.
Crowd: JAAAAAAAAIL BAIT! JAAAAAAAAIL BAIT! JAAAAAAAAIL BAIT!
Kyle Cameron: SHUT UP, YOU FUCKIN LOSERS!
Dustin takes this momentary distraction and rolls Cameron up! Adam Martin begins the count!
One!
Two!
Thre-
Kyle Kicks out of the pin attempt!
Christopher Morell: The match has barely started and Kyle already looks gassed. What a fuckin shame.
Dustin sits up and looks at Martin in shock, asking if the count was legit, before Kyle gets up and kicks Dustin right in the chest.
Michael Stelzner: Kyle Cameron with his first bit of offense here tonight, finally.
Justin Chamber: Looks like it annoyed Beaver more then anything. Look at that scowl on his face. He's PISSED.
Indeed, Dustin glares at Kyle before SWEEPING HIM TO THE GROUND. Beaver mounts Cameron and LAYS INTO HIM with hard punches. One Punch. Two Punch. Three Punch! FOUR PUNCH! Before he can land the fifth, Adam Martin calls for him to lay off. Dustin gives Martin a serious glare, but breaks nonetheless, giving Cameron just enough time to get to his feet.
Christopher Morell: Beaver's being smart here, he knows better then to lose to this bozo cunt by DQ. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end.
Seizing the opportunity, Kyle lands another kick to Dustin's midsection, this time actually managing to stun his opponent. With every ounce of strength he has left, Cameron lifts Beaver up into a...Fireman's Carry? It's hard to tell with how wobbly Kyle is with all 210 lbs of Beaver on his shoulders.
Michael Stelzner: Cameron, going for...something?
Christopher Morell: I swear if he tries to hit a GTS or something I'm retiring from this commentary desk tonight.
Indeed, Kyle goes the extra showy by attempting a big move on Beaver...BUT BEAVER MANUEVERS HIS WAY INTO AN INVERTED TRIANGLE CHOKE.
Michael Stelzner: HOLY SSHIT, HE'S GOT HIM LOCKED IN! NO WHERE FOR KYLE TO GO! IS THIS IT?
It is! As soon as Beaver gets the hold in, Cameron immediately succumbs to the pain and taps out!
Christopher Morell: That's A Wrap! It's over!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, and the number one contender to the UCI Television Championship, Dustin Beaver!
Michael Stelzner: Dustin Beaver with a DOMINATING victory over Kyle Cameron tonight! He's now earned a shot at the TV title that currently rests on Wentworth Updegraff's shoulder.
Christopher Morell: This was no match Michael. This was an absolute car wreck. We'll see how Beaver fares next week against real competition.
The scene cuts out as Beaver celebrates in the ring, mocking an almost unconscious Kyle Cameron. |
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:44:01 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:50:12 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 12, 2016 23:53:20 GMT -6
Mayor D. Sanchez vs Andre Jenson
DING DING DING!
Michael Stelzner: Interesting match underway here as these two lock up!
Justin Chambers: Both men at a stalemate early as control switches back and forth!
Both men struggle for control of the hold before Andre tosses Sanchez over him and applies the headlock on the ground.
Christopher Morrell: Somebody tell that weird larping bastard to just take the L and move on. Mayor Sanchez da best!
Sanchez fights it, squirming to where both men are back on their feet. He breaks the hold and lifts Jenson into the air.
Michael Stelzner: Quick suplex and the cover!
One!
KICKOUT!
Sanchez lifts Jenson up and is met with some hard elbows to the face.
Justin Chambers: Jenson whipping him off the ropes now!
Michael Stelzner: Clothesline!
Jenson lifts Sanchez to his feet and is met with a shot to the side of the head before being lifted up for a suplex from Sanchez.
Justin Chambers: Jenson shifting his weight and landing behind Sanchez now!
Michael Stelzner: He lifts Sanchez now!
Justin Chambers: Spinout sidewalk slam for the cover!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Jenson rises up now, dragging Sanchez along with him and keeping hold of the right arm as he scales up top and begins to walk the top rope.
Christopher Morrell: Snake eyes reversed as Sanchez pushes forward and sends Jenson groin first right onto the top rope!
Sanchez shifts Jenson over a bit, securing his arm around his head to try to drive Jenson down to the mat.
Michael Stelzner: A DDT from there?! He’ll kill him!
Jenson struggles and manages to drop down onto the outside of the apron before escaping the hold and lifting Sanchez over him.
Justin Chambers: Back body drop sends Sanchez to the outside!
Jenson takes a minute to recover, grabbing at the groin area as the ref counts for Sanchez on the outside.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Michael Stelzner: Sanchez up now.
Christopher Morrell: And Sanchez pulls Jenson down face first onto the apron with deadly impact!
Five!
Six!
Sanchez grabs at his back a bit before lifting up Jenson and sliding him back into the ring. Sanchez follows after him just before the ref’s count reaches eight.
Justin Chambers: Sanchez looking around here, what’s he thinking?!
Christopher Morrell: Sanchez whipping Jenson into the corner as he charges in for Madusa’s Touch!
Michael Stelzner: Jenson side stepping and sending Sanchez shoulder first into the post!
Sanchez grimaces as Jenson pulls him back to stable footing before lifting him in the air.
Justin Chambers: The D20!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Michael Stelzner: Just barely!
Jenson gets to his feet and backs up, motioning for Sanchez to get up as he prepares for his own finish.
Justin Chambers: Let’s see that Critical Hit!
Sanchez gets up and stumbles towards the center of the ring a bit as Jenson runs at him.
Michael Stelzner: Sanchez dodges it, running off the ropes now!
Justin Chambers: Jenson turning around!
Christopher Morrell: Medusa's Touch!
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings as Sanchez gets to his feet, staring down at the fallen Jenson as his hand is lifted.
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, Mayor Sanchez!
Justin Chambers: Strong showing from Jenson, but Sanchez was just too quick here tonight! |
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:07:11 GMT -6
Ladder Match: Loser Steps Down Benjamin Atreyu vs Spencer Adams
The cameras cut to Heston Meeks who stands in the center of the ring with the microphone under his chin to give out the following information.
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is a Ladder Match in which whichever owner loses, they must step down, and resign from Co-Owning United Championship Infinite!
"Open the Source" Paolo Pavan plays over the sound system. Benjamin Atreyu in his familiar wrestling gear steps out into the open, looking out towards the crowd with a confident smirk.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota! At six feet tall, weighing in at 231 pounds. He is “God Given Greatness” Benjamin Atreyu!
He methodically makes his way down to the ring, strutting with style as he openly ignores the jeers of the audience. He moves up the steps and slips between the top and middle rope, entering the ring with style.
Michael Stelzner: This was an interesting last minute addition to the Pay Per View, but not an unwelcomed one!
Christopher Morrell: A ladder match?! Of course we'd want to see that! Not only that, but loser has to step down from their position?! Just simply top.
Justin Chambers: It will be interesting to see how this match goes. I mean, neither of these men have been out of the ring that long, but switching from that mindset to a managing mindset, and then back? I guess we'll get to see how that might help or hurt than in the long run.
"Supremacy" by Muse plays and Spencer Adams emerges from behind the curtain to a cheering audience.
Heston Meeks: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At five feet, eleven inches tall, weighing in at 190 pounds. He is “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!
Spencer makes his way down the entrance ramp, high-fiving members of the audience before he rolls into the ring.
Michael Stelzner: This match was booked after an internet scuffle between these two of the three creative authorities. Benjamin claimed that his card was turned down in favor of a, what he believed, to be a more 'tame' alternative. He and Adams then proceeded to go back and forth before Adams made the suggestion of this match up. Atreyu was all too eager to agree.
Justin Chambers: This is, honestly, fairly reckless on their part. The winner will not only be left with a heavier workload, but all the wear and tear of a ladder match on top of it. The winner almost receives a worse punishment than the loser.
Christopher Morrell: Doesn't that speak to their passion for control? They are willing to forget what outweighs what for the sake of that prize; more control. They will literally put it all on the line, and honestly, great, more entertainment for us.
The two combatants stand on opposite sides, looking up at the contract hanging above the ring. The cameras pan around to show the various ladders sitting at ringside.
Ding Ding Ding!
Spencer comes charging at Benjamin, but Benjamin is quick to exit the ring and go for a ladder. Spencer follows in pursuit and Benjamin knocks over on the taller ladders, so it crashes against the ring apron, temporarily blocking Spencer. Spencer pushes the ladder out of the way, but by the time he reaches Benjamin, he has a smaller ladder in his hands and he clocks Spencer with it, sending Spencer to the floor. Benjamin quickly slides into the ring with the ladder.
Justin Chamber: Arrogant? Yes. Self-important? Very, but I hope that doesn't distract Spencer from the fact that Benjamin is one of the smarter competitors to grace the squared circle. Spencer has the high-flying game to his advantage, but it won't mean much if Benjamin outsmarts him at every turn.
Michael Stelzner: Benjamin is smart, but Spencer didn't get as far as he did in wrestling by getting one-uped. Spencer is a fierce and cunning competitor as well.
Christopher Morrell: HIT HIM WITH THE LADDER AGAIN! DO IT!
Benjamin begins to set up the ladder, taking time to make sure its sitting under the contract, but Spencer is on his feet and slides in behind Benjamin, giving him a dropkick, sending Benjamin into the ladder, knocking both it and him over.
Michael Stelzner: Spencer also has the speed game on Benjamin as well. Benjamin should have known that taking his time like that would cost him in the end.
Spencer takes the ladder and sets it down in the corner. He pulls Benjamin to his feet and goes for the irish whip into the corner, but Benjamin reverses it, trying to whip Spencer into the same corner, but Spencer stops his momentum. Benjamin takes a swing, but Spencer ducks under and his Benjamin with a super kick as he turns around.
Justin Chambers: Super duper kick from Spencer Adams!
Benjamin falls back against the ladder. Spencer backs up and comes charging forward, hitting Benjamin with a running dropkick.
Michael Stelzner: Spencer seems to be using that aforementioned speed to his advantage.
Christopher Morrell: Benjamin best get his ass in gear or else he's out of a damn job.
Justin Chambers: Doesn't look like he is coming back from that offense so quick.
Benjamin falls forward and Spencer slides to the outside to grab a bigger ladder. He slides it back into the ring and follows behind it. Benjamin rises to his feet as Spencer sets up the ladder. Benjamin slugs Spencer in the back with a forearm and pushes him to the side.
Justin Chambers: See, that's the downfall to ladder matches. You have to take your attention off of your opponent in order to get the prize, and that leaves you in an incredibly vulnerable spot.
Michael Stelzner: Which Benjamin is not against exploiting.
Christopher Morrell: All I know is they need to hit each other with ladders more. I don't care who wins, in the end, if they are both bruised and in pain, I win.
Benjamin closes up the ladder and rests it on the ropes. He quickly grabs Spencer and irish whips him into the opposite set of ropes, and hits him with a back body drop. Spencer flies through the air and crashes down on the ladder.
Michael Stelzner: Benjamin punishing his opponent, trying to wear him down in a big way.
Benjamin takes the ladder and sets it back up in the center of the ring and begins to slowly climb it. On the otherside, Spencer struggles his way up the ladder. Benjamin make it to the top first, but as he reaches up, Spencer lends a stiff right to Benjamin's ribs, forcing him to double over in pain. Spencer finishes climbing up the ladder and the two proceed to duke it out on the top, trading punches back and forth.
Justin Chambers: It could really all be decided right here. One of them lands a good hook, and it'll send the other crashing to the mat, leaving the contract for the taking.
Benjamin, in desperation, lands a headbutt, but Spencer quickly responds with a flurry of strikes. Benjamin is reeling and Spencer pulls him over, hoisting him onto his shoulders.
Christopher Morrell: OH YES! HE'S GONNA DO IT!
Michael Stelzner: This could be it!
Spencer throws Benjamin off of his shoulders, forward down onto the mat with a thunderous landing.
Justin Chambers: VACCINE!
Michael Stelzner: Benjamin is out. This is Spencer's contract to grab!
Spencer reaches up and takes the contract.
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!
Michael Stelzner: Benjamin Atreyu is no longer part of management. He is now forced to step down!
"Supremacy" by Muse plays over the sound system as Spencer holds the contract over head. |
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:15:48 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Wentworth Updegraff Jr. vs Kyle Kemp
Heston Meeks: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
“Better Than You” by Sam Adams begins to play, as the crowd boos. Kyle Kemp struts out onto the entrance ramp, wide smile plastered across his face.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Kyle Kemp!
Kyle makes his way down the ramp, jawing with a fan or two, before climbing into the ring, and making the belt symbol across his waist.
Michael Stelzner: Kyle Kemp defeated Occulo for this opportunity, and you know he’s not going to waste it.
Justin Chambers: Not his style. This is going to be one hell of a fight for both competitors.
Kyle’s music fade and is replaced by “Playa” by D-Loc. The crowd erupts in anger as Heton Meeks begins his introduction.
Heston Meeks: Introduction his oppone--
Hunter Updegraff: Naw Naw Naw Naw! Heston! Heston, you know King Koopa Bloopa loves you baby, but you gots to go.
The crowd boos even louder as Hunter Updegraff steps out onto the ramp, and starts making his way down to the ring.
Hunter Updegraff: Go on then, Mr. Meeks. Take this one off. Let ya boy Hunter do what it do.
Heston doesn’t seem to understand, but he steps out of the ring as Hunter climbs in.
Hunter Updegraff: Alright ladies and… ladies, ‘cuz that’s all I care about, let’s do this thing right! Now you all know me. I am King Koopa Bloopa, AKA the incredible Mr. Never Limpette, AKA Cake Boss’s boss, AKA the white Mickey Rooney, AKA Doctor Bangenstein, AKA that guy you saw crawlin’ out ya momma’s window!
The crowd boos lightly, as a small “Shut the fuck up” chant starts.
Hunter Updegraff: And now coming to the ring…
“Playa” starts up again, and Wentworth Updegraff Jr. steps out onto the ramp, sparkling purple robe wrapped around him, hiding the title from view. The crowd shouts their disapproval as he holds his arms out, accepting their hate with a smug smirk on his face.
Hunter Updegraff: He weighs in at six foot two, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty badass, Kemp stompin’ pounds. He’s the standard of sophistication, the pride of the entire nation. The man who makes the ladies say uuUUUUuuuuUUUuuuUUH! The man who makes the business get done! I’m talkin’ about YOUR TV champion, my little brother, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!!
Wentworth walks up the steps, and wipes his boots on the apron, before ducking through the ropes. He takes a slow spin, letting the audience drink him in, before untying his robe, and revealing the TV title beneath. He drapes the robe over the top rope, and slowly removes the belt, before handing it to the referee. Wentworth’s music dies, as the ref holds the belt up for each competitor, and then the crowd.
Michael Stelzner: There it is. The championship that Wentworth has taken to calling the first championship.
Christopher Morrell: He’s not wrong. He is UCI’s first ever champion.
Ding Ding Ding!
The men charge at each other, locking up in the middle of the canvas. They shove back and forth a bit, neither man gaining a clear advantage until Wentworth pulls him in, and catches him with an elbow below the eye. Kemp stumbles back, allowing Wentworth to hit him with a dropkick. Kyle falls back and hits the ropes, rebounding into a small package pin.
One!
...No! Kyle kicks out quick, and both men hop to their feet. They run at each other, Kemp diving down, going for a chop block to the front of the knee. Wentworth jumps over him and bounces against the opposite rope. By the time he comes back, Kemp is standing and ready to hit him with a stiff powerslam. Kyle then grabs Updegraff by the head and hits him with several hard rights. Wentworth eventually reaches the bottom rope, and pulls himself to a position where he can kick Kyle off of him. Both men pop up again, and circle each other.
Michael Stelzner: Good back and forth from both challenger and champion here in the early goings.
Justin Chambers: I’m expecting one hell of a technical contest between these two.
They trade a few arm drags, before Kyle gets the upperhand with a right to the jaw. Updegraff stumbles back into the corner, allowing Kemp to come forward with three quick knees to the midsection. Wentworth doubles over, and Kyle puts him in a front facelock, lifting his knees into the man’s forehead a few times. He then whips Wentworth around, and tosses him through the ropes, to the concrete. He then poses in the ring a bit, allowing Wentworth to recover.
Christopher Morrell: That’s exactly what you can’t do. You can’t let off of Updegraff. He’s the TV champ for a reason.
Updegraff reaches under the ropes and yanks Kyle’s feet out from under him, before dragging him to the outside. He stomps on the man’s torso a few times, before lifting him up and hitting a snap suplex onto the concrete. He throws his fists in the air in celebration, as the crowd boos him angrily. That’s when Kemp reaches up and grabs Wentworth’s tights, yanking him down, smashing his forehead against the steel guardrail. The impact splits Wentworth open, bringing a trickle of blood from beneath his hairline. Wentworth stumbles back, and Kyle rises to his feet, lifting his opponent, and hitting him with a scoop slam. He then quickly lifts Updegraff into the ring, and follows after him, making it in just before the referee hits ten.
Michael Stelzner: Brilliant move from Kemp. He knows he can’t win by count out, so he rushes to get Updegraff back into the ring.
Kyle returns the stomps to Updegraff’s ribcage, and lifts him to a standing position. He tosses the man into the corner, and hits him with several right and lefts, until Updegraff is seated in the corner. Kemp then back up, and runs forward, smashing his knee into the side of Wentworth’s skull. He drags the limp man from the corner, and covers him for the pin.
One!
Two!
...No! Updegraff gets the shoulder up. Kyle lifts him and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a stiff clothesline on the way back. He drops a couple knees on Wentworth’s chest, before lifting him again, and throwing the man over his shoulder. He looks like he’s going for a running powerslam, but Updegraff shifts his weight, causing Kyle to bend backwards. Wentworth lands on his feet, and quickly drops, hitting Kyle with reverse DDT. Both men lay on the ground for a moment.
Justin Chambers: Both of these men fighting as hard as they can, neither even considering the idea that they might walk away without that television title.
Michael Stelzner: Wentworth better get to work. That blood is starting to cover his face, and it’s only going to get worse the longer this match goes.
Wentworth grabs Kyle’s arms, and hooks them behind his back, before turning him over, and flipping forward into a cattle mutilation submission.
Christopher Morrell: Wentworth’s got that one locked in tight, ripping at the shoulders and elbows of Kyle Kemp.
Michael Stelzner: This is indeed a brutal submission. Every second that goes by is more damage to those shoulder joints.
Kemp screams out in pain, as he flails his legs for the ropes, but can’t quite reach. Wentworth locks the hold on tighter. In a desperate grasp for freedom, Kyle uses all his strength to flip himself into a seated position, breaking the hold. Wentworth is too quick though, and spins around, hitting his opponent with a knee to the spine, and another. He then grabs Kyle’s wrists and pulls his arms out, while digging that knee into the back. He pulls back on the surfboard, doing even more damage to the shoulders.
Michael Stelzner: Wentworth moving from hold to hold here, keeping the focus on Kemp’s arms.
Justin Chambers: He’s softening him up for the Windsor knot. That’s bad news if he gets it locked on.
Kyle slowly begins to power his way to a standing position, and turns around, reversing the hold and hitting Wentworth with a kick to the gut. Updegraff doubles over, and Kemp hooks his arms behind him, and lifts him. He flips him in the air, and hits a tiger bomb, holding on for the pin.
One!
Two!
...No! Wentworth just manages to get the shoulder up. Kyle gets to his feet, and backs into the corner. He stretches out his leg a bit, signalling for the punt to the head.
Michael Stelzner: Here it comes! Kemp is gonna send Wentworth back to the minors!
Wentworth gets to his hands and knees, and Kemp runs forward, kicking mightily. Wentworth pops up in time, grabbing Kemp’s good leg, and flinging it out from under him. Kemp hits his back, and with no better move to make, Updegraff dives for him, locks on a headlock, and holds on for dear life while he gets his bearings back. Kyle manages to wriggle out of it, but only by dragging himself under the bottom rope. This allows Wentworth to get to his knees, and back across the ring for some space. The two men stare at each other, as the crowd applauds their effort.
Justin Chambers: The crowd may not like either of these men all that much, but they know a good match when they see it.
Kyle shakes his head, and walks over, grabbing a chair from a fan, and tossing it into the ring. Wentworth gives him a look of confusion, as he does the same with a second chair. Kemp then slides into the ring, and sets them up facing each other. He has a seat in one, and motions for Wentworth to sit in the other. After a little bit of confused pacing, Wentworth sits down, and Kyle slaps him across the face. He then signals for Updegraff to take his turn. Catching on now, Wentworth nods and takes a swing, connecting hard with Kemp’s jaw. Kyle reels to the left, but manages to stay on the chair, coming back with an even harder slap.
Justin Chambers: These two have turned this into a good old fashioned slapping contest.
Christopher Morrell: Kemp got tired of the wrestling around, and decided to have a proper fight.
Wentworth goes to slap Kyle again, but Kemp grabs his arm, and yanks him forward, going for a short arm clothesline. Wentworth ducks it, but “accidentally” takes out the ref on his way past. He immediately spins around and grabs one of the chairs, clobbering Kyle with it, and busting him open as well. Wentworth tosses the chair to the ground, and screams a victory scream, wiping blood from his eye. Suddenly, Jay Omega’s music hits, and he starts making his way down the entrance ramp/
Michael Stelzner: Here he is! These two have been going back and forth, and it doesn’t look like Jay Omega’s going to stop until Wentworth is no longer TV champion.
Wentworth yells for Hunter to guard the ramp, which he does. Omega approaches the manager, and hits him with a stiff forearm, sending him to the ground easily. He then slides into the ring. Wentworth doesn’t waste any time. He immediately jumps up and goes for the check cutter, but Omega catches him in mid air, and hits him with a uranage, planting him on a steel chair. He then drags Kyle Kemp over him, and slides out of the ring. He makes his way to the back, as the fans chant his name.
Justin Chambers: Kemp’s got the cover, but the referee still isn’t up!
Slowly, the ref comes to. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, and start counting.
One!
Two!
Three-
No! Wentworth gets a shoulder up at the last half second! Kemp rolls off of him, still unaware a pin was taking place. Rivers of blood run down both men’s faces, as they lay there on the mat, barely able to move. They both begin to rise at the same time, using the ropes for leverage. Once they are to their feet, Wentworth makes the first move, circling around behind Kyle. He then grabs Kemp’s arms, and wrenches it into a hammerlock, while sliding his other arm around the man’s throat. He reaches up and locks his hands together, causing Kemp to flail in panic.
Michael Stelzner: There it is! The Windsor Knot! Kyle Kemp needs to get out of this quickly.
Kemp reaches for the ropes, but Wentworth holds him back, slowly draining his energy and oxygen. Before he can pass out, Kemp desperately taps on Wentworth’s shoulder, causing him to release the hold. The bell rings, and both men fall to the ground, as Wentworth's music plays. Hunter recovers just in time to rip the microphone from Heston’s hand, and announce the result.
Hunter Updegraff: As if there was any doubt, the winner, and STILL your UCI TV champ, my little brother, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
The crowd boos, as Hunter slides into the ring with the belt, handing it to his brother, and propping him up for the cameras.
Justin Chambers: And there you have it. Hell of a match from both men, but not even interference from Jay Omega could rip the TV title from Wentworth’s hands.
Hunter slides Wentworth out of the ring, and helps him to the back as the EMTs check on Kyle Kemp. |
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:16:56 GMT -6
Thursday Kerrigan vs The Polar Phantasm
Streaming issues; Apologies for the convenience. Match will be offered for free.
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:28:44 GMT -6
Wade Moor vs Andre Holmes
Oh lord have mercy! What a night for the PPV event of Lazarus where the Warehouse house sold at 3,000 seats bigger from last time in Chicago, Illinois. After the previous action, the fans of Chicago are satisfied, and hungry for more. Heston Meeks stands in the center of the ring dressed in a white tuxedo with the microphone in his right hand as he gets the cue from the production team to begin the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
“21st Century Shizoid Man” by King Crimson is the first entrance music to play around the Warehouse. The lights dim as Wade Moor appears on the stage with his arms spread wide. He tips his straw hat to the crowd who are hellbent on booing him, and walks down the entrance path laughing his crazy ass off in his black tank top, black chinos.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from The Everglades, Florida. At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is Wade “Broseidon” Moor!
Wade puts his hands on the apron then climbs up pretty quickly. He turns his back to the ropes, and leans his body forward over the apron while holding onto the ropes to prevent him from falling. Of course, he’s busy mouthing off to the fans at ringside.
Wade Moor: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHIAN!
Justin Chambers: Welcome back to our first ever Pay-Per-View, Lazarus. We’re here in the sold out Warehouse with our record breaking attendance of over 3,000 people but now we come to you live with a great match ahead of us. Andre Holmes vs Wade Moor.
Christopher Morrell: Great match? Pfft. We have the loser of loserville Andre Holmes getting ready to lose against my boy from #BeachKrew, Wade Moor. This is gonna be one hell of a beatdown.
Justin Chambers: ...Right.
He stands in his own corner, and places his straw hat on top of the steel post. Busy with the warm up, the lights in the arena completely shut off to enshroud the audience in complete darkness as a guitar riff emerges across the Warehouse. Grey colored clips is played on both titantrons on each side of the stage of Andre Holmes warming up backstage before “Relentless” by New Years Day blasts out from the surround sound systems.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Andre Holmes walks out with the black silk hoodie with the word “Relentless” in blood red graphic on his back, standing center stage as the globe lights are flashing brightly all over the place. He walks down to the ring interacting with a few hands until the lyrics “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up…” plays. He stops in his tracks, and throws his body up right in a power like stance while primal screaming at the top of his lungs. Smoke machines erupt to fire high PSI smoke in the air behind him, and the lights go back to normal once they’ve stopped.
Heston Meek: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
Andre throws the hoodie from off his head, and stands before the ring looking up to Wade. The two share eye contact with each other, and Andre climbs up onto the apron to stand on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ring. Smoke rises from below into his body, and a spotlight emerges on him while darkness enshrouds everyone else. The silhouette of his body is shown, and the crowd continued cheering him.
Michael Stelzner: And here he is. “Relentless” Andre Holmes. Last week, he lost to Thursday Kerrigan due to his knee giving out but the story of him is revenge on Erin Fausse who has gotten into his head. Boy I can’t wait for those two to meet again. Andre deserves a win over her.
Christopher Morrell: Please. He got outsmarted by Erin, and then lost to Thursday Kerrigan. Andre may be very skilled in the ring but he’s slow in the head.
With his music gone, the lights return back to normal, and Andre throws his hoodie to the ringside crew. He tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves, and even the arm sleeve on his right arm too with his name spelled out on it. Heston Meeks cleared the ring, both men ready. Let’s get this match underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Wade, and Andre are circling the ring. Andre still has that knee brace on but he seems to be more fluent in his movement than last week. Wade is calmly walking while air boxing to get the arms flowing. They meet up for the first time in the center of the ring, and quickly lock up with the collar, and elbow. However, Andre breaks it off first, and keeps his distance to avoid the power. His opponent winks at him knowing the power advantage goes to him.
Justin Chambers: What you’re looking at right now is the traditional Powerhouse vs High-Flyer. Wade Moor is the taller, and heavier man who hits like a tow-truck while Andre is quick, and high-flying like a Tornado. Very interesting to see who will get the upper hand.
After circling the ring, they get closer. Andre ducks right under the left arm of Wade, and takes it to apply a quick Side Hammerlock. Caught in the quick submission, he tries to elbow Andre but he uses head movement to avoid any other strikes. Andre quickly takes the head of Wade from behind, and applies it in a Side Headlock, torquing down on the neck.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
However, Wade utilizes his strength advantage to push his opponent off of him, and into the ropes. Off the spring, Andre comes back to be brutally shoulder barged down into the mat with his back hitting, and a loud ‘thud’ is heard. He runs into the ropes side of his opponent but Andre switches over onto his chest. Wade is also very quick on his feet; Hopping over the back of Andre. Both men meet each other in the center of the ring but Wade gets the upper hand when he clotheslines his opponent down into the canvas.
Christopher Morrell: Vicious Clothesline by Wade! See. Power always wins, and size always matters. Little Andre Holmes is going to be snapped in half like a twig by Wade.
Michael Stelzner: Shut up Chris! Andre has more heart than Wade, and I know he’ll come out with a victory.
He takes it up a notch when he stomps down onto the spine of Andre, and continues to do so until the referee warns him to keep him clean. Andre is down on his chest trying to deal with the pain in his spine but Wade drops down to his side, and locks in a Side Headlock of his own. The pressure is turned up in this match, and Wade wants to prove a point that technical wrestling can’t beat his Powerhouse style. That is until Andre reeled in back his legs, and locked them around his throat to pull him into a Scissors Choke.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wade shoves himself out of the hold, and both men scurry back to their feet but for Wade, his chest is busy getting Roundhouse kicked repeatedly by the left leg of Andre. Each kick forces him to step back until he’s caught up in the corner. There Andre rushes back into the opposing corner, and gets the added kick in his speed to lariat the right arm of his into the chest of Wade that sits him in the corner.
Justin Chambers: Oh boy! Get ready ladies, and gentlemen.
He repeats the same action, and comes back into Wade to dig his left knee straight through the skull of his opponent. Whiplash!
Crowd: OOOH!
Michael Stelzner: Trapped in the Corner! One of the few trademark moves of Andre Holmes!
Andre drags Wade out of the corner, and goes for his first pin attempt of the match.
One!
Tw-
Wade kicks out, and the power of it launches Andre a few inches away. He quickly gets off the mat, and walks over to him whose moving onto his hands, and knees. A few clubs down into the back of Wade are enough to keep him subtle then he runs backwards into the ropes, and rebounds back into his downed opponent with a vicious European Uppercut that snaps Andre’s body into the mat faster than a car crash.
Christopher Morrell: HA! GOTTA BE QUICKER THAN THAT ANDRE!
Wade rubs his nose from the knee he received earlier, and he mounts Andre to douse his head off with a series of strong forearm shots. The referee is concerned until he’s seen enough to pry Wade off of a vulnerable Andre. Arguing with the referee is not gonna give him the victory so he helps his opponent off the canvas, and back on his feet.
Justin Chambers: Andre Holmes was in control of the match until he suffered a very strong European Uppercut from Wade Moor!
Michael Stelzner: And now Wade is taking him outside of the ring, and right to our commentary table. Jesus Wade.
Wade slaps Andre’s face off the announce table, and he mocks the fans doing it. Andre leans against the edge of the announce table, covering his nose from the slam. Unfortunately, it doesn’t end there when Wade holds onto him, and catapults him back first against the steel that flips his body over onto his right side.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
While Wade continues to piss off the fans, the referee is counting out both men, and already is on the count of five.
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Wade tosses Andre Holmes back into the ring, and follows in right after him. He’s up first then his cruiserweight opponent. He quickly kicks his right foot into the ribs of Andre that hunches him over, and scoops his body off the mat to smash his back off the mat with a quick, and powerful Scoop Slam. While Andre is down, he sprints ahead, and rebounds off the rope to snap down to the mat, and Elbow Drop his head into clay.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Quickly hooking the leg. He applies his first pin attempt of the match too.
One!
Two-
Andre kicks out of the pin, and Wade sits up getting frustrated at the little twerp not knowing his place. He quickly stands back up again, and rains down a couple of boots into his skull that makes his opponent flop around like a little fish. Once then, he picks Andre right off the mat, and shoves his head under right arm while hooking Andre’s arm over his neck. Tights held, he lifts him up vertically in the air before slamming both their backs down with a textbook Vertical Suplex.
Christopher Morrell: And this is what I’m talking about. Power, and size always wins the exchange of competition. Andre was doomed the moment he even got into the grappling match with Broseidon King.
Justin Chambers: A strong Vertical Suplex by Wade Moor, and he’s continuing the onslaught as he picks Andre right back off the mat for another Vertical Suplex, and he’s going for the third one!
Right. Wade has him in the same position after landing the Vertical Suplex twice, and instead of going for the third, he switches it up by underhooking both the arms, and flipping him over onto his back with a Double Underhook Suplex. He floats over onto Andre’s chest, and hooks the leg for another pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Andre kicks out again, and Wade is looking into the referee’s eyes like a madman. The referee tells him it’s a two count but only pisses him off more. Wade backs up into the corner while Andre is crawling on the canvas with a hand on his back to conserve the pain. Using both ends of the top rope, he pulls himself back up, and Wade gets the cue to charge out of his corner into Andre. Too late as Andre uses his agility to swoop through the ropes, and Wade crashes into the turnbuckles chest first. It doesn’t stop there. Andre leaps up sideways off the apron to Enguiziri Kick his foot into the jaw of Wade.
Crowd: OOOOH!
Michael Stelzner: Gamengiri! Very nicely done by the “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
Justin Chambers: Andre Holmes just evaded being squashed like a sandwich in the corner of the ring, and nailed Wade in the head with a Gamengiri. Oh, he’s looking to fly in the air!
Wade was stunned to the point he found himself stumbling back, and forth in the center of the ring. That’s enough distance as Andre hops onto the top rope, and springboards into the air to lariat Wade into the canvas.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO!
Both men are down on the mat, and Andre sits up with the pain of his spine still coursing through. Wade rubs his face, and manages to fight against being rocked to get back on his knees. However, Andre comes to the side, and starts delivering back to back Roundhouse kicks from the left leg into the chest of Wade. His body flails side to side from the harsh kicks, and arms moving around in a circle.
Crowd: YES YES YES YES YES!
Christopher Morrell: Stop Andre! That man needs to breathe, he’s trying to a murder a man by kicking his own lungs out.
Michael Stelzner: Don’t listen to Chris. Continue Andre, you have the chance to redeem yourself. Kick his ass!
Upon the final kick, Andre steps back before spinning around for an attempted Tornado Kick. However, Wade catches his right leg, and stands back on his feet with his opponent hopping on one leg. That leaves him to get Enguiziri Kicked in the same chin letting Wade rock back, and forth. Andre hops onto the mat yet again, and quickly ducks under the right arm of Wade into the ropes. Off the rebound, he spins around, and clocks his opponent in the temple with a Rolling Elbow.
Justin Chambers: Rolling Elbow!
Wade turns around, and Andre hugs onto his waist from behind to barely German Suplex him onto his shoulders. Once done so, he bridges up for another pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Th--
Wade kicks out, and shoots his body over on to his chest. Andre sits, and slaps his hand off the canvas in sheer frustration. Getting back up, he drags Wade in the center of the ring on his back. This is the perfect set-up. Andre walks down to the ropes, and leaves on the apron to climb at the perfect angled corner top rope. However, Wade shoots off his feet, and slams his body on the ropes letting Andre lose his balance, and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Michael Stelzner: Wow! So unnecessary. Wade Moor just hit the ropes, and let him be crotched on the top turnbuckle. It seems Wade just can’t play fair against opponents nowadays!
Andre is leaned forward over the top turnbuckle, and Wade climbs up onto the second rope to scurry his head underneath his pit, and hook the arm of Andre Holmes around his neck. Oh hell no. Andre refuses to go out like that as he elbows down the ribs of Wade to slow him down. Free of the hold, he quickly headbutts him that temporarily pushes him down back on the canvas but only on his feet.
Christopher Morrell: Headbutts are illegal in Boxing, and MMA. Knew he was a dirty fighter.
Perched on the top rope, he quickly launches forward to grapple onto the head of Wade, and swing around only to get a Backbreaker from Wade. The crowd moans, and Wade helps him back up to launch him into the ropes. Off the spring, Andre returns, and Wade picks him up onto his shoulder to twist around, and brutally slam him on the back of his head with a Twisting Spinebuster!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Justin Chambers: SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER! Spinebuster by Wade Moor, and Andre Holmes is down onto the mat.
Wade does what he did before. He backs up into the corner, and Andre slowly drags himself back seated. Leaving himself exposed, Wade charges forward, and flips forward to slap his back, and pure body weight crushing the life of Andre.
Crowd; OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!
Christopher Morrell: CANNONBALL! That’s it! That’s it! Andre is crushed, and he’s done for. Come on Wade, pin him, and put that little midget out of UCI for good!
He does as Chris said, and the pin is made.
One!
Two!
Thr--
Andre places his right foot on the bottom rope, and Wade sits up completely shocked at the rookie mistake he made. He storms up, and holds onto the referee who demands him to get off of him or suffer a disqualification. Enough playing around. Wade backs up, adding more distance while raising his right fist in the air.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Justin Chambers: Andre Holmes is in a world of trouble as Wade is preparing to knock him out with the Broseidon Fist!
Andre manages to get back on his feet, and Wade charges forward before leaping off into the air. Quick reflexes, his opponent spins off his feet, and knocks Wade into the mat with a Tornado Kick. Both men are down on the mat, and neither are moving so now the referee has to start counting.
One!
Two!
Three!
Christopher Morrell: That kick should be illegal in Professional Wrestling. Many have been sent to the hospital, and Andre is a dangerous wrestler to be in the ring with. I hope the Board of Directors say something about this!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Andre is the first to get back up, and so does Wade follow afterwards. Wade attempts to clothesline him down to the mat but Andre is the first to kick him in the ribs that haunches the heavyweight competitor over. He hooks the right arm of Wade over his neck, and tries to lift him off the mat but Wade instead does the same. However, Andre slips behind him, and leaps off the mat to wrap his legs around Wade from behind, and flip him backwards onto his neck with a Reverse Frankensteiner.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Justin Chambers: REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER! WADE MUST BE OUT!
To add insult to injury. Wade springs back onto his feet from the landing, and falls backwards into the corner that his chin is uprooted by a Yakuza Kick from the charging Andre.
Michael Stelzner: YAKUZA KICK!
Wade slumps down onto his back, and Andre climbs up onto the top rope to leap backwards off the top turnbuckle, and corkscrew into a 450 splash nailing the completion of the Deadline Trap.
Christopher Morrell: Oh look! Another banned move. The Deadline Trap!
Andre bounces off his body, and rolls around covering his own ribs. He needs to end the match here, and so he will as he gets back up on his feet. Wade crawls into the center of the ring until standing on both his knees. Enough talking, Andre yells at the top of his lungs, and sidesteps to Thrust Kick at the temple thus temporarily knocking him out.
Justin Chambers: THRUST KICK! THRUST KICK! THAT’S IT!
He drops onto Wade, and hooks his leg for the pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
His music plays around the arena with the crowd chanting widely. Andre sits up off the mat to finally gain another victory, and he stands with the referee raising his right arm in the center of the ring.
Christopher Morrell: Wha-What?
Michael Stelzner: Well. For all you critics out there, Andre has just shut you up. He earned a well deserved victory over Wade Moor, and is back on his feet to continue his success. We’ll see you after these messages. |
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:31:19 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 13, 2016 0:34:07 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue vs NvL
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, slow and methodically, with his hooded cloak clasped shut by a pin in the shape of a red hand and his hood pulled over him. The camera angle tries to peek under the hood, backpedaling as Nathan begins his slow walk down to the ring, but catches only a glimpse of black tuft of hair on a pale jaw and glowing red eyes.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from Parts Unknown! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is “Devil’s Right Hand” Nathan von Liebert!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Upon reaching the ring, Nathan uses the steel steps to climb into the ring and take up a position in the center of the ring. He stands there, head down, before lifting a single, handless arm out from underneath the cloak and held to the sky above. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore wrestling fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova, FPV's best friend. The second of Roxanne, Waylon Cash's girlfriend. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, it all dies away as Nathan unclasps the cloak, taking his time to fold it in his corner while he awaits the match to begin.
Smoke covers the stage as the opening riff of Erock's "Doctor Who Meets Metal" echoes through the venue; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back.
Heston Meeks: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from the Unknown! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds. She is “The Daughter of Time” Bonnie Blue!
Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.
Ding Ding Ding!
Nathan von Liebert stalks out of his corner, and Bonnie moves in trying for a quick dropkick to the much larger man's knee. NvL jukes to the side, and drops a knee on Bonnie before she can roll out of the way. With his prey pinned down, NvL draws back a fist and delivers a solid punch to the side of Blue's head. The hand draws back again, and the referee steps in to chastise NvL about his use of a closed fist. Not too concerned, NvL releases Bonnie and stands up, looming over the official in a threatening manner. Bonnie doesn't waste any time, and quickly rolls to her feet. She then bounds to the second rope, and springboards back toward NvL, twisting in midair to come at him head on. The ref dives out of the way as Bonnie makes contact, and drives NvL face first into the mat with a bulldog.
Michael Stelzner: Big bulldog from Bonnie!
Justin Chambers: That quick offensive style being shown!
NvL had bounced back to his feet almost immediately, and faced Bonnie with fury etched on his features. Bonnie had turned with the intention of hitting the ropes once more, but NvL had reached out and caught a handful of her hair. While the ref warned him about this as well, NvL had wrenched Bonnie's head back, and swung a hammer fist down at her face; sending Bonnie to the mat. NvL ignores the referee's nattering, and reaches down to grip Bonnie by the throat. Blue reacts in a flash; gripping NvL's wrist in a vise-like grip, while wrapping her legs around his upper arm. Bonnie can't quite lock in the armbar, but she remains tangled around NvL's arm. Determined, NvL grabs Bonnie's throat with his other hand as well, then straightens up and fully extends his arms to lift Blue overhead. Bonnie switches tactics, and unwraps one leg just enough to kick NvL in the face. Von Liebert takes the kick like a champ, then drops to his knees and throws Bonnie down with a two-handed chokeslam. The impact stuns Bonnie, and jostles her loose from Nathan's arm.
Christopher Morrell: Nasty impact!
Michael Stelzner: Hard impact with that one!
Blue doesn't get much of a respite, as NvL gets back to his feet, his right hand still clutched around Bonnie's throat. The Red Right Hand hauls the Daughter of Time to her feet via his grip around her neck, then fires her off into the ropes. On the rebound, Bonnie dives under a big boot aimed at her face, rolling as she hits the mat and coming back to her feet without a loss of momentum. She hits the ropes on the other side, and lands a successful dropkick to NvL's knee. The force knocks the Red Right Hand's leg out from under him violently enough to spin him partway around as he comes crashing down to the canvas. Both competitors reach a vertical base at the same time, with Bonnie's light feet taking her out of NvL's reach before he can latch onto her again.
Justin Chambers: Good back and forth in this one.
The Red Right Hand moves toward Bonnie, intent on grappling with her, but the light-footed lady ducks under his reach, and skirts around behind him. NvL reacts quicker than his size would imply, and twists around to hit Bonnie in the temple with a spinning back fist, taking her off her feet. Blue rolls as she hits the canvas, coming back to her feet in an instant, though clearly a little dazed. She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs, one hand massaging the side of her head, when NvL approaches and hits her with a throat thrust. Bonnie's eyes bulge as her windpipe takes the blow, and she staggers back, choking on nothing. A running shoulder block from NvL puts her on her back, driving the wind out of her only moments after she starts to breathe normally again.
Michael Stelzner: NvL showing that he can be a real menace to try to handle in the ring!
Christopher Morrell: NvL killin’ this chick!
The Red Right Hand drops to one knee and grabs a handful of Bonnie's hair, but the Daughter of Time immediately begins trying to kick him off. Blue manages to create some breathing room, and quickly rolls out of the ring for a much-needed break. Seemingly fed up, NvL begins flexing his right hand in a strange manner, then traces some sort of arcane symbol in the air. Bonnie watches in confusion for a moment, then her eyes widen in surprise at something no one else seems to notice, as NvL exits out the side of the ring and stealthily moves toward her. Blue catches sight of von Liebert from the corner of her eye, and freezes like a deer in headlights as the Red Right Hand approaches, eponymous red right hand held aloft. As soon as NvL comes within range though, Bonnie quits playing possum, and unleashes a lightning fast, thrusting side kick to the gut.
Michael Stelzner: There you go, Bonnie!
Justin Chambers: That fighting spirit of Bonnie Blue just keeps on going!
Though not as effective as she'd hoped, the kick does halt NvL's advancement. Unfortunately, it also seems to do nothing more than make him even angrier. Before he can do anything about it, though, Blue blasts him with another boot to the belly; this one slightly more effective, as NvL lowers his arm, and drops to one knee. Bonnie rolls back into the ring to save herself from the ref's ongoing count and backs across the ring, keeping her focus on her opponent. The Red Right Hand regains his feet at the count of six, and Bonnie explodes into motion, crossing the ring in a fraction of a second and vaulting over the top rope with a beautiful corkscrew plancha. Her light frame doesn't have the desired effect though, as NvL catches her, turns, and drives her spine into the steel ring post. Blue screams out in pain, then screams again as the Red Right Hand drives her into his knee with a backbreaker. NvL then rolls Bonnie back into the ring, and climbs in after her. The Daughter of Time crawls to the ropes, using them to pull herself back to her feet. As NvL approaches once more, Bonnie springboards, spins around, and lands on NvL's shoulders, trying for a hurricanrana.
Michael Stelzner: Bonnie trying to swing it back in her favor once more!
Unable to gain enough momentum to throw von Liebert, the Daughter of Time pulls herself back up, and starts driving the point of her elbow into Nathan's head. NvL takes two running steps, then hurls Bonnie from his shoulders with a powerbomb into the corner. With Blue sitting slumped againt the bottom turnbuckle, the Red Right Hand shoots the ropes, coming back with a full head of steam, and blasts Bonnie across the jaw with a facewash. NvL then pulls her limp form up to her feet, and places her in an inverted facelock. The Red Right Hand drives his knee up into Bonnie's spine again, and the impact seems to jolt her awake, as Blue grabs hold of NvL's shoulder, then flips herself up and over him. The result is a reversal of roles, with Bonnie now holding NvL in an inverted facelock. One Infinity Paradox later, and both competitors are on the mat. Bonnie takes a few moments to catch her breath, but it turns out to be one moment too many, as NvL sits up, albeit slowly. Blue pushes herself to her feet first, and starts to lay into the Red Right Hand's back with a series of blistering kicks, ending the barrage with a Buzzsaw Kick to NvL's temple that puts him back on the mat. Bonnie immediately makes a cover, and the ref slides into position.
One!
Two!
Justin Chambers: So close!
But NvL kicks out with enough force to throw Bonnie off of him. Blue scrambles back into position before NvL can get up, and fires off a string of punches, forearms, and elbows. The Red Right Hand stops the assault with a rake to the eyes, then pushes Bonnie away. Both competitors roll in opposite directions, and come to their feet at the same time, albeit a little slowly. Von Liebert begins clenching and unclenching his hand again, but Blue doesn't give him the chance to finish whatever it is he's on about. Bonnie charges across the ring, and with a snarl, Nathan moves to meet her. He takes a wild swing with a powerful lariat, but Blue ducks under and hooks the arm, then grabs hold of NvL's jaw in an over the shoulder grip, and drops to her knees with a modified neckbreaker. Bonnie then flips herself over, and bears von Liebert to the mat with a diving reverse DDT. She quickly scrambles into a cover, and hooks the far leg, while the ref slips into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, Bonnie Blue!
"Doctor Who Meets Metal" plays again as Bonnie stiffly pulls herself to her feet, and allows her hand to be raised in victory. The Daughter of Time doesn't stick around to celebrate, though, and vacates the ring before NvL can come to his senses. |
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