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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:06:18 GMT -6
Overload Introduction.
Smoke fills the arena as the stage lights turn bright and fans in the jam packed UCI warehouse jump up in excitement while Danger Zone plays over the PA.
Michael Stelzner: Welcome, ladies and gents! I’m Michael Stelzner and joining me as usual are my partners’ Justin Chambers and Christopher Morrell!
Christopher Morrell: Enough of the obligatory introductory bs, they already know who we are, dammit!
Michael Stelzner: Well we’ve got a hell of a show for you tonight!
Justin Chambers: That’s for sure. We’ve got rumors of Polar Phantasm taking on Mr. Wright as well as what is rumored to be a strange newcomer to UCI!
Michael Stelzner: Don’t forget about Richards and Sol taking on Fausse and Kemp!
Christopher Morrell: What about Mayor Sanchez squaring off against Michael? Haven’t seen that guy in quite some time. Wonder if the weird bastard acquired a last name in his time off?
Justin Chambers: As always, we’ve got great TV title action with Dustin Beaver trying to channel that more positive side to upset Wentworth Updegraff, UCI’s first TV champion!
Michael Stelzner: What about that main even though, guys?! Our inaugural world champion facing both Bonnie Blue and CJ3 in a triple threat match!
Justin Chambers: Hell of a card for sure! Let’s get into it guys!
Supremacy by Muse hits the PA and the fans pop loud as Spencer Adams walks out onto the stage, mic in hand.
Michael Stelzner: I’m sure the boss has something to say after beating Atreyu last week!
Christopher Morrell: Are you kidding me?! That’s terrible! Poor bastard’s probably eating out of the trash right now!
Spencer makes his way down to the ring, rolling in and smiling towards the audience.
Spencer Adams: How you guys doing tonight?
Cheap pop for a cheap pandering comment. #Lame
Spencer Adams: Well, Lazarus was pretty fun, right?
Another cheap pop.
Spencer Adams: First off, I’d like to be the first to congratulate Crow McMorris on becoming the first UCI World Heavyweight Champion.
Loud pop for da champyun.
Spencer Adams: Crow worked hard and after having been in the ring with him in the past, I’ve gotta say that he’s a perfect fit for the position.
The Antidote paces a bit, hand in his pocket as he twirls the mic in his hand.
Spencer Adams: There’s something else I’m here to talk about though. You see, last weekend I got in a little spat with a certain spat with a certain Co-GM and well..
The crowd pops again.
Spencer Adams: I beat Benjamin Atreyu and rid UCI of the head of the Debbie Downer department. Now, with that being said, there are like one and a half of us in charge of general manager duties?
Adams sarcastically tries to count the management clusterfuck on his fingers.
Spencer Adams: Well, I figured that not everyone would be happy with what transpired. I knew that somebody would be mad about The Mad God being relieved of his duties.
The crowd starts in with a “an-tuh-dote” chant as Spencer grins and nods his head in appreciation.
Spencer Adams: Thank you. Now this..this is where things get a bit complicated.
More pacing around from Adams.
Spencer Adams: Well, I’ve been told that my decision to put my job on the line so “recklessly” combined with the fact that John Gable is too busy playing Candy Crush has that higher power questioning management, so much so in fact, that I’ve been told neither myself nor John Gable are to continue our roles as GM any longer.
The crowd boos heavily, mixing in a sound of astonishment as well.
Spencer Adams: I guess that I took a risk and it came back to bite me in the ass afterall. I was also made aware that UCI has been sold and that there will be a new general manager who I’m told will be here next week for Election Day.
Spencer takes a minute to think before dropping the mic and rolling out of the ring. Fans cheer as he makes his way ringside, shaking hands and thanking fans as he makes his way to the back.
Michael Stelzner: New management?! What does this mean?!
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:11:01 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:23:59 GMT -6
Mr. Wright vs. Polar Phantasm
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall!
"I Am the Fire" by Halestorm hits, and Taylor Wright enters wearing his leather coat and gold chain. He raises his hands around and spins in a circle accepting the ‘embrace’ of the fans.
Heston Meeks: Introducing first! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds! He is Taylor Wright!
He makes his way to the ring and waits for the match to start.
Michael Stelzner: The newly appointed Ambassador of Urban Relations not one to waste time with theatrics for his entrance, apparently.
Christopher Morrell: Keeps things moving along, it does.
The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing big screen. Access granted... running program 'Polar Phantasm Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm.
Heston Meeks: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from New Antarctica, Nevada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 255 pounds. He is The Polar Phantasm!
Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a quick look around the crowd and then stares down his opponent before he turns and begins to do some warm up stretches.
Michael Stelzner: The Polar Phantasm, de facto leader of the Guardians, might be a light hearted individual in his free time, but he is all business in the ring.
Christopher Morell: Is he in the business of boring people to death? If so, business is booming.
Justin Chambers: Hey man, I know you're biased, but-- Hold on; looks like Mr. Wright is getting this match started early!
Indeed he had. While Polar had been warming up, Wright suddenly rushed him, nailing the Phantasm in the back of his head with a lariat. Polar drops to the mat while Wright viciously stomps on his neck and head. Finally having enough, Polar bails out the ring to escape the boots. He cannot escape Wright entirely, though, as the Ambassador of Urban Relations shoots the ropes on the far side, and flies through the top and middle ropes to land on Polar on the outside. Both men crash against the barricade as the referee admonishes them to bring it into the ring. Taylor lifts the Phantasm to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then follows in after. Once both men are standing under their own power, the ref calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
The two men immediately lock up, with Taylor gaining the advantage with a wristlock. He wrings the arm, but Polar rolls through and comes to his feet. Bankston tries to pull Wright in for a short arm clothesline, but the Ambassador ducks under it. Polar continues with the momentum, shooting the ropes, but Taylor is hot on his heels, and takes both men back out of the ring with a powerful running clothesline of his own. Outside the ring, Wright rises to his feet, looking down at Polar with malicious intent. Grabbing Polar by the head, he positions the Guardians member’s skull against the barricade and STOMPS on it, once, twice, three times. By this point, the referee was up to four on the ten count, so Wright grabs Polar by the hair and rolls him into the ring, following closely behind to make the pin.
One!
Two!
And Polar rolls onto his stomach after the kickout, while Wright stares at him from his knees; a wicked smile on his face. Rising to his feet, Wright takes a few steps back, watching for the right moment. That moment comes when Polar is on his hands and knees, in perfect position for a punt kick from Wright. Except Polar sees the kick coming and evades it, leaving Wright to connect with thin air. Polar gets to his feet before Wright can recover and wraps his arms around Taylor’s waist. One German suplex later and suddenly it's Wright stuck in a pinning predicament.
One!
Tw--
And the Ambassador kicks out. Wright springs to his feet far faster than Polar had, shooting the ropes before the Phantasm is even on his feet. He isn’t fast enough, though, as Polar leaps into the air with a burst of adrenaline, sending the rebounding Wright to the mat with a jumping back kick. It is Bankston who shoots the rope this time, coming back with a vintage leg drop across Wright’s forehead that the Guardians member quickly transitions to a pin.
One!
Tw-
Wright kicks out again, though the effort clearly takes its toll, as Taylor is slower to get back to a vertical base this time.
Christopher Morrell: It’s going to take more than a leg drop to take the Mayor’s Wright hand man down.
Michael Stelzner: Do you feel bad about that pun? Because you should.
Polar rises to his feet and backs into the corner, winding up his right arm in windmill fashion as Wright rises to his feet. Once the Ambassador of Urban Relations is standing, Polar launches himself, swinging the right fist overhand. And he connects . . . with the referee, who Wright had pulled in front of him! The referee drops to the mat, stunned by the solid punch from Polar, the match suddenly without its official.
Michael Stelzner: A stray shot from Polar suddenly changes everything.
Polar stares at the referee for a moment too long, allowing Wright to capitalize. Wright shoots the ropes, rebounding with a shining wizard that about takes Polar’s head off. Using the forward momentum, Wright slides beneath the ropes and immediately begins rummaging underneath the ring. He first pulls out a steel chair, which he tosses into the ring, followed by a table, which he sets up outside the ring.
Christopher Morell: Taylor is taking too much time! He should be in that ring showing Polar what real chair shots felt like.
Eventually, though, the table was set up outside and Wright rolls back into the ring. As soon as he rises to his feet, though, Polar nails him with the chair he had tossed in earlier, collapsing the Ambassador. Instinct sends Polar scrambling for the pin, except the referee is still out so no three count was made. Polar moves towards the referee, hoping to revive him, which allows Wright to recover. His hand goes up to his forehead, and it comes back red.
Michael Stelzner: Whoops, Polar has busted Wright open with that sick chair shot. Are we going to see him flip out?
Michael’s question is answered as Wright suddenly kips up to the shock of everyone, especially Polar. The Phantasm rushes him, hoping to stop the ensuing rampage, but a brutal European uppercut stops him in his tracks. A kick to the gut follows and suddenly Wright has Polar up in the suplex position. Showing off his newfound strength, Wright moves over the chair, and then drops Polar head first onto the chair.
Christopher Morell: Brainbuster on the steel chair! That would be absolutely devastating, if he had a brain to bust!
The referee has yet to awaken despite the chaos around him, not that Wright seems to care. He squats down and rolls Polar out of the ring, Bankston landing on the concrete with a soft thud. Wright is immediately out after him, pulling the Phantasm up and positioning him on the table.
Michael Stelzner: Wright isn’t looking for the win tonight; he wants to break Polar!
Christopher Morell: Good on him! This is the most entertaining Polish Phantasm match I've ever seen!
Taylor climbs up onto the apron, then further up, onto the top turnbuckle. He takes a moment to tell the fans in the front row that "This is why you don't fuck with me!" before he springs into the air, sailing toward Polar with a Frog Splash.
The table shatters under the impact, wood debris scattering around ringside. The Phantasm lies folded in half amidst the wreckage, buried under the Ambassador of Urban Relations, who isn't faring much better. Wright does manage to extricate himself from the carnage, pulling himself to wobbly feet with the aid of the apron. A quick glance into the ring shows him the referee weakly moving about, and Taylor finds the strength to drag Polar up onto the apron, and shove him under the bottom rope. The Ambassador follows him in, and pulls Bankston up to his feet one more time.
Michael Stelzner: Looks like Mr. Wright is setting him up for an ST-- no! Taylor rolls through and applies the Last Call!
Justin Chambers: He's got that hold locked in tight, and there's nowhere for the Polar Phantasm to go. Polar claws for the ropes, but he's not making headway. Nothing left to do now but tap out.
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner by submission, Taylor Wright!
Despite getting the win, the Ambassador of Urban Relations keeps the hold locked, and cranks even harder on the joint. Polar taps out again, just to make sure Wright gets the hint, but that only results in more torque.
Michael Stelzner: Come on! The match is over, this is just poor sportsmanship!
Only when the referee threatens to overturn his decision does Wright relent, and the Ambassador stands up to celebrate, basking in the crowd's reaction as though it were a standing ovation. |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:28:00 GMT -6
Crow/Buddy Segment.
The lights are dimmed in the Warehouse. A single spotlight falls now upon the ring as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash signals the arrival of Vincent “Buddy” Roman. Dressed in a navy blue suit and red tie, he is his usual immaculate self. Buddy enters the ring as a vocal group of fans sing his name.
Crowd: BUHDEE! BUHDEE! BUHDEE!
Buddy Roman: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is...
Crowd BUHDEE ROHMANNN
Buddy Roman: And I am the advocate. The manager. And the proud, proud Grandfather OF YOUR NEW, AND FIRST, YOU SEE EYE....WORLD...HEAVYWEIGHT....TITLE HOLDER, THE MURDER MACHINEEEEEEE....CROW MCMORRIS!
“Another body Murdered” by Faith No More hits now as out walks Crow, dressed in jeans and a “In Crow we trust” tee. Crow has the World Heavyweight title casually slung over his shoulder as he marches down to the ring and hugs Buddy.
Buddy Roman: Next week, is “Election Week” here in the Warehouse. It will be the first defence of Crow's World Title. The first defence and the first attempt by this roster to depose my Grandson from a belt he has fought over four long and hard weeks to attain. Now, I'm not saying that a World Title shouldn't be defended, but personally? The idea that my client has to go up against four individuals who couldn't get past the qualifying rounds of that self same world title tournament a mere week after said tournament is finished seems irrational to me. What have these people done in the interim week and a half to suddenly now prove themselves worthy of a second shot at my clients belt?
Now I'm gonna go out on a limb here ladies and gentlemen and simply say the answer that you seek to the above conundrum ...is nothing. Polar Phantasm, Andre Holmes, Jay Omega (again) Chase Jackson (again) will face this man to my left. This man who has lived and died for you. This man who now stands before you as the World heavyweight champion. Now, let me unravel a truth to you. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Their names. Their standing. Their weight class. Their ability. NONE OF THAT WILL SAVE THEM! You good people; have voted victims to be annihilated. Lambs to be slaughtered. I personally appreciate the fact that Crow gets to destroy Jay Omega all over again, it's like Groundhog Day, but without the annoying gentile trying to be funny...oh wait, we have Jay Omega. Yup, just like Groundhog day!
Another title bout, another victory for Crow McMorris. This is the future. The one we rule. This isn't conquer the hate. This is CONQUER THE FUTURE! And it starts next week. Here. On Overload!
God Bless America!
Buddy Roman drops the mic as he leaves, shadowed by Crow. |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:30:11 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:32:56 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:40:54 GMT -6
Adriana Lynch vs. Luke
With Luke already in the ring, chugging away at his disgusting goblet of mystery, we see a petite woman being pushed down to the ring in a stroller.
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and already in the ring, Luke! Introducing his opponent! She is “Adorable” Adrianna Lynch!
Michael Stelzner: Uhhh..
Justin Chambers: Umm…
Christopher Morrell: Welp, I’ve seen about enough for today.
The woman crawls her way up the steps and into the ring before rising to her feet and adjusting her diaper.
Ding Ding Ding!
As the bell rings, Luke finishes off his stank drink and charges at the opposition. He stops dead in his tracks and looks around, yelling at the audience.
Justin Chambers: Luke apparently looking around, saying somebody launched a PC at him!
Michael Stelzner: Oh, Lynch out of nowhere with the DDT!
Lynch drags Luke to his diabetic feet before kicking him square in the neckbeard.
Justin Chambers: Sitout facebuster!
Michael Stelzner: And the cover!
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rings as the ref goes to lift Adriana’s hand in victory.
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, Adriana Lynch!
Christopher Morrell: I’m just going to pretend that didn’t happen.
Michael Stelzner: Bizarre to say the least! |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:43:15 GMT -6
Wentworth Segment.
We go backstage to see a shot of a blue door with a large gold star taped to it. The star has the name “Wentworth Updegraff Jr.” written in the middle of it. Slowly, the door opens, giving us a shot of Wentworth laid back in a leather recliner, wearing a dark purple smoking jacket. The television title is slung over his shoulder. The camera comes inside the room, as Wentworth sits forward, looking int the lens.
Wentworth: Hello UCI faithful. It is I, your first ever champion, and the standard of sophistication, Wentworth Updegraff Jr. I grace you with my presence tonight, because I have an important message I want to send. I want to let the UCI fans know that I always knew Jay Omega was going to let them down. I had it called from the very beginning, and would you look at that? Your hero couldn’t make it to the mountain top. That’s the difference between someone like Jay Omega, and a real winner, like me. When I get the shot, I grab the brass ring and hold on for dear life. Jay Omega just lets it slip through his fingers time after time after time. He did so before the event in Mexico, and that’s who he is now.
I want the fans to know that they can follow me. Unlike Jay Omega, I will never let them down. This TV title isn’t going anywhere, and you can Beavlieve that. Now for the big news. Tonight, I am proud to announce the Updegraff industries invitational tournament. It will be a one night tournament that will prove to be a grueling test of strength and strategy. The prize? One hundred thousand dollars. A sum that could change the life of just about anybody on the roster. Not me, of course. That’s why I won’t be competing. Eight of UCI’s finest will get together in that ring and battle it out on a show brought to you entirely by Updegraff Industries. Updegraff Industries: We’re already planning for the NEXT war.
Wentworth rises to his feet, and steps out of his changing room, into the hallway.
Wentworth: And as far as my opponent tonight… it’s not contest. I will be walking out of here tonight with the television title, and any eights or higher are welcome to meet me at my hotel room. Los Angeles eights. No Chicago eights. Anyway, I must ask you to leave. I need to prepare for my title match.
Wentworth walks back into his changing room, and lays down on a table. The door closes as a curvy swedish masseuse steps into the shot. |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:46:12 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:48:55 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:56:11 GMT -6
Alex Richards/Teddy Sol vs. Erin Fausse/Kyle Kemp
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall!
“Shining Star” by Earth Wind and Fire plays, and out walks Teddy Sol to a chorus of applause and cheering. He stops at the top of the ramp, smiling out at the crowd as his music is replaced by “I’m not Like Everybody Else” by the Kinks. Alex Richards steps out from behind the curtain, and the cheers grow even louder. He stands next to Teddy for a moment, before the team descends the ramp together.
Heston Meeks: Now coming to the ring at a combined weight of five hundred thirty one pounds, Alex Richards and Teddy Sol!
The two men roll into the ring, and share a fist bump, before jumping onto the second turnbuckles of opposite corners and posing for the fans. They drop down as the music stops.
Michael Stelzner: A couple of big fan favorites here at the Warehouse.
Justin Chambers: That’s right, the fans love these two men, and seeing them team together has got to be a treat.
Christopher Morrell: That doesn’t win you any matches. They’re up against a formidable team. Here they come now.
“Ave Maria” begins to play, as Erin Fausse steps out from behind the curtain. She glares out at the booing crowd, before pausing at the top of the ramp. Her music dies and is replaced by “Better Than You” by Sam Adams. Kyle Kemp struts out next to Erin, causing the audience to jeer even louder.
Heston Meeks: and their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight of three hundred fifty-five pounds, Erin Fausse and Kyle Kemp!
They walk down together, sliding into the ring as their opponents slide out. They don’t bother with the crowd, instead huddling together for a last second strategy discussion.
Michael Stelzner: I’m not much for fortune telling, but I can tell you this is going to be one hell of a match.
The two teams move to their corners. Alex Richards and Kyle Kemp will start out in the ring. The ref signals for the bell to ring, and the two men waste no time.
Ding Ding Ding!
They immediately start trading right hands back and forth at a furious pace. Alex Richards quickly gets the upper hand, punching Kyle back into the ropes. He whips Kemp across the ring, and hits him with a stiff big boot on the rebound. Kemp uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Richards sprints toward him and hits a clothesline, sending him over the top. Kemp catches himself on the apron though, and stands to his feet. Richards goes to attack again, but this time Kemp is faster, catching Alex with a forearm to the face. Richards stumbles back, allowing Kemp to leap over the top rope, and hit him with a flying clothesline.
Michael Stelzner: These two wasting absolutely no time whatsoever!
Kemp scrambles over to his corner, tagging in Erin. Just as Richards gets to his feet, Fausse leapfrogs off the top rope and goes for a hurricarana. Alex catches her in mid air with ease, and hits her with a sit out powerbomb, holding on for the pin.
One!
Tw-
...No! Erin kicks out!
Justin Chambers: Richards going for the pin early with a big move, couldn’t quite get it done.
Christopher Morrell: Erin Fausse is deceptively resilient. It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep her down.
Alex lifts Fausse back to her feet, and tosses her into the corner, tagging Teddy in. He whips her into the opposite corner, before doing the same to his partner. Teddy then leaps into the air and hits Erin with a big splash. She stumbles out of the corner as he bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying head scissors. She manages to shift his weight mid air, and land it in a nasty back breaker.
Michael Stelzner: Oh man! Teddy’s going to be feeling that one all day tomorrow.
Justin Chambers: I’ll be amazed if he’s recovered by next week. My god.
She flips Teddy over, slams her knee into his back, and wrenches up under his chin. He screams out in pain and reaches for the ropes, but is nowhere even close. He claws at the canvas, but before he can get to the ropes, Erin releases the hold, stands up, and drops several quick knees in the small of his back. She then walks over and tags in Kyle, but they both walk over to Teddy, who is still on his stomach. Kyle crouches down and grabs Erin in a military press position. He tosses her up in the air, causing her to come down hard on Teddy’s lower back. She scrambles out of the ring, as Kyle puts Teddy in a rear chinlock.
Justin Chambers: Team Kyle and Erin going to work on the lower lumbar area of Teddy Sol.
Christopher Morrell: Yeah, this doesn’t look good for him. He’s gotta get Alex in there to clean some house.
Teddy slowly drags himself over to the corner, and just manages to get close enough to reach Alex’s outstretched hand. Kyle doesn’t let go of the hold in time, and gets hit with a lariat that sends him halfway across the mat. Alex lifts him up, and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a high back body drop. Kyle bails out of the ring, as Alex throws his hands up, and the crowd erupts.
Michael Stelzner: No secret who the crowd wants to win this one.
Christopher Morrell: Morons. All of them.
Kyle hops up onto the apron, but Alex is quick to hip toss him over the top rope. Kyle pops up and runs at Alex, but gets hit with a spin out powerbomb. On the way down, his foot floats over the rope and clips Erin, sending her to the ground. Upon impact, Alex tags in Teddy who motions for his finisher.
Michael Stelzner: Here it comes! The Habenero High Dive!
Teddy springboards off the top rope, hitting a massive body splash and pinning Kyle Kemp.
One!
Two!
Three!
Heston Meeks: Here are your winners, Alex Richards and Teddy Sol!
The crowd screams and applauds as Alex and Teddy celebrate in the ring.
Michael Stelzner: Big win for both of these men! Congratulations! |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 22:59:34 GMT -6
Mayor D. Sanchez vs Michael
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 23:01:39 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 23:18:13 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Wentworth Updegraff Jr. vs. Dustin Beaver
Ding Ding Ding!
Heston Meeks: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
"Where Are U Now" 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, the challenger! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Supreme Beavliever” Dustin Beaver!
Dustin looks and walks straight ahead into the ring. His manager, Vengeance, walks a few paces behind him.
"Playa" by D-loc begins to play, but Wentworth doesn't come out first. Instead, Hunter Updegraff comes dancing out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.
Hunter Updegraff: Hey hey hey! King Koopa Bloopa in the hooooouuuuussssssse-uh! It's time to get this party train rollin', by introducin' a man who stands six foot two and weighs two hundred thirty pounds. From coast to coast they call him the stud with the most! I'm talkin' about the standard of sophistication, makes the ladies think about master...ing wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, your UCI TV champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing both his physique and the TV title belt. He holds out his arms, presenting himself to the audience, as they shower him with boos. As he does this, Hunter sings his entrance theme loudly and obnoxiously into the mic.
Hunter Updegraff: I'm a... playa. You's a hater, see you later, trynna be down but you'll never be down so don't come around here!
Wentworth swats at an angry fans sign, before walking up the ring steps and wiping his feet on the apron. He slips through the ropes, and walks across the ring, slowly opening his robe to reveal the title.
Hunter Updegraff: There it is baby! That TV title everybody been wantin'. Let me tell you a little somethin' about my boy's opponent tonight. He ain't shit, and we the tits, so this one already over! Updegraff bros. for life! WUT WUT!
The music dies, as Hunter poses and Wentworth hands the belt to the referee, who holds it up for all to see.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell rings, and the match immediately begins as Beaver and Updegraff lock up in the center of the ring. After a short test of strength, Wentworth gets the opening advantage, getting Beaver in a armbar. Beaver struggles for a bit before getting out of it. Wentworth locks up again, trying to get him into another armbar, but Beaver sees it coming and reverses it into an arm drag followed by a leg sweep, sending Wentworth to the ground.
Michael Stelzner: Some early back and forth between these two, neither has the clear advantage right now.
Justin Chambers: I would expect nothing less from two technical wizards like these two. We're in for a clinic tonight.
Wentworth gets up and forgoes the lock up to get Beaver in another quick armbar, which Beaver quickly reverses. Wentworth goes for another on the opposite arm, which is also quickly reversed. The champion seems to go for another one, but psyches Beaver out by simply slapping him the face before locking in. The crowd boo the champion not only for his boring offense but also for terrible sportsmanship.
Christopher Morell: Wentworth appears to be conserving his strength with low-effort moves, he knows he's probably in for a long one with Beaver. Either that or he's lazy.
Beaver clutches his stricken cheek, furious with Updegraff. Wentworth smiles, but the smile is quickly wiped away as Beaver rushes behind him and locks him into a sleeper hold! The crowd start coming alive as Beaver chokes Updegraff, begging him to tap, but Wentworth manages to get out of it. Clutching his hurt throat with one hand, Wentworth gets in a chop to Dustin's chest with the other, prompting the obvious crowd response.
Crowd: WOOO!
Wentworth gets in another chop.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wentworth teases a third chop, but backs out at the last possible moment and simply slaps Beaver again.
Crowd: WOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Michael Stelzner: Wentworth is playing with these fans' emotions right now.
Christopher Morell: Yes, but he's also not getting in strong offense on Beaver. He needs to start busting out bigger moves soon.
Wentworth goes to lock up with Beaver again...BUT BEAVER GETS THE SITOUT JAWBREAKER. Wentworth is momentarily stunned by the move, giving Beaver enough time to leap onto Wentworth's shoulders...
Justin Chambers: HURRICANRANA! Beautiful move by Beaver, and it seems he's brought the crowd back to life.
Indeed, the fans cheer Beaver on as he goes for the first pin attempt of the night.
One!
Tw-kickout by Wentworth.
Beaver wastes no time getting back into control, giving Wentworth just enough time to get back up before he's brought back down by a SPINNING PUNCH.
Michael Stelzner: An absolutely "Saitama"-like punch from Dustin, sending Wentworth back to the ground!
Christopher Morell: Are you really gonna compare this kids punches to something else every time he hits it?
Michael Stelzner: I mean...only when the situation calls for it.
Justin Chambers: Beaver going for another pin!
One!
Two!
Kickout by Wentworth.
Trying to keep the pace fast, Beaver picks Updegraff up before getting the champion's head under his legs! The crowd goes wild!
Michael Stelzner: Can Beaver do it? Can he hit the early Pedigree?
Dustin hooks Wentworth's arms...BUT WENTWORTH REVERSES INTO A DRAGON SUPLEX! The hamp bridges thee move into a pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Kickout by Dustin.
Justin Chamber: Wentworth finally going for some meaty offense, but it looks like it'll take a lot to put Beaver down.
Frustrated, Wentworth picks Dustin up, wraps his arms around him...SUPLEX CITY! Wentworth, with a picture perfect german suplex, sends Beaver flying across the ring, landing on his back with a crashing thud. Wentworth gets up, satisfied with his work, and goes to Dustin's downed body, mocking him for a brief second before landing a quick elbow drop to keep Dustin down. Not finishing just yet, Wentworth flips Dustin over onto his belly...THEN GETS HIM IN THE STF!
Michael Stelzner: An absolutely PAINFUL STF on Beaver! Wentworth is yelling in his ear "Tap out! Tap out!" But Beaver is resisting!
Dustin fights back the pain, as he tries to make his way to the rope, slowly inching closer and closer, as the fans cheer him on.
Crowd: BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER!
With his last bit of strength...DUSTIN GRABS ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE as the crowd goes insane! The referee orders Wentworth to break the hold, but Wentworth refuses.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Fiv-
Just BARELY in time Wentworth breaks the hold, earning him a stern talking to by the ref.
Justin Chambers: Oooooo, Wentworth almost got himself DQ'd just now. Do you think Wentworth would've WANTED to get himself DQ'd to automatically retain the title?
Christopher Morell: Hell no. Wentworth Updegraff has been a fighting champion thus far, no way he would want the easy way out. He wants to do this legit.
Wentworth begins to get visibly frustrated he can't put Dustin away, and quickly grabs him by the neck, yelling right into his face before grabbing him from behind and executing another german suplex, this time bridging into a pin.
One!
Two!
Th-Kickout by Beaver.
Wentworth picks him up, hits another german before bridging again.
One!
Two!
Thr-Kickout by Beaver.
Getting very angry now, Wentworth picks Dustin up for a THIRD german, bridging once again.
One!
Two!
Three-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, KICKOUT BY BEAVER!
Wentworth is ASTONISHED, and can't even get back up, as the crowd go ape shit!
Crowd: BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER!
Michael Stelzner: THE WAREHOUSE IS ELECTRIC FOR BEAVER! The man took THREE German Suplexes IN A ROW and continues to fight!
Christopher Morell: Yes, but he needs to fight back soon or else he'll be done soon.
Wentworth finally gets Beaver back up, but before he can get another german in, JUDO SLAM BY BEAVER! Beaver wobbles to his feet, and as Wentworth lays on the ground, quickly goes to the second rope, beckoning over Wentworth! Wentworth gets up...AND EATS A DIVING HEADBUTT FROM BEAVER! Wentworth rolls over on the canvas, writhing in pain. Again, Beaver goes to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle, setting his sights on Updegraff...AND TAKES FLIGHT!
Michael Stelzner: DIVING ELBOW DROP! A BEAUTIFUL DIVING ELBOW DROP BY BEAVER!
Beaver goes for the pin!
One!
Two!
Thr--
NO, WENTWORTH KICKS OUT!
Justin Chambers: These two are going BALLS TO THE WALL with everything they have right now! Could Wentworth's historic inaugural reign as champion come to a close tonight?
Dustin, in shock that he didn't get the pin, sighs before getting himself up. He picks up Wentworth, and sizes him up for a Beaver to Belly, but Wentworth is too wobbly...WENTWORTH GETS IN OPTIMAL POSITION AND POKES DUSTIN RIGHT IN THE EYE! The crowd RAIN down boos on Wentworth, as he wobbled just good enough to where the ref couldn't see what he did. Wentworth smiles, and readies himself, LEAPS INTO THE AIR FOR THE CHECK CUTTER...
...BUT NO, BEAVER CATCHES HIM JUST IN TIME TO REVERSE IT!!!
Michael Stelzner: BEAVER TO BELLY!! BEAVER TO BELLY! COULD IT BE?!
Beaver goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Heston Meeks: Here is your winner, and the NNNNEEEEEWWWWW UCI Television Champion, Dustin Beaver!
Justin Chambers: He did it! We have a new champion ladies and gentlemen, and his name is DUSTIN BEAVER!
Dustin sits up in shock at what just happened, it's only when the ref comes to hand him the belt that it sinks in. Dustin lifts the belt above his head in celebration.
Crowd: BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER! BEAVER!
A historic moment in Overload history...that is, UNTIL KYLE CAMERON CHARGES INTO THE RING.
Christopher Morell: Oh for FUCK'S SAKE.
Kyle comes in with a steel chair, looking to lay waste to the new champ! But he hesitates too long, and before he swings...
Michael Stelzner: BEAVER JUST DROP KICKED THE CHAIR INTO CAMERON'S FACE! GAWDDAMN!
Christopher Morell: This is what happens when you try to ruin a good moment.
Justin Chambers: Dustin already has one win over the young Kyle Cameron, but can he defeat him next week with an angry Wentworth Updegraff in the fray? We shall see.
Michael Stelzner: We have to go to break, but congrats once again to our NEW Television Champion! |
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Post by Results on Jun 20, 2016 23:25:32 GMT -6
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