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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:32:00 GMT -6
Overload (7/3/16) Minneapolis, Minnesota Williams Arena 
"Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins plays as Overload is live from the Williams Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Red, white and blue pyro explodes from the stage as UCI is celebrating the holiday weekend. The crowd gets to their feet and starts up a "U-C-I" chant as the camera does a sweeping shot of the arena.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome to Overload! Don't change your channel, no you aren't seeing things, the announce team from last week is no longer with us. My name is Jimmy Garcia and with me here tonight is none other than wrestling legend Gravedigger. Digger how you doing?
Gravedigger: Are you going to talk this much all night?
Jimmy Garcia: Well I figured we'd have a little back and forth banter, you know since it's our job.
Gravedigger: Yeah this is going to be a long night.
Jimmy Garcia: Despite the grumpiness of my announce partner-
Gravedigger: More like annoyed anger.
Jimmy Garcia: I am beyond excited for my first night calling a UCI show.
"Am I Evil?" by Metallica hits the PA system as the crowd's chants turn to cheers.
Jimmy Garcia: And here comes the man that made it all happen!
Jayson Price walks out from the back, a smile on his face, as he looks out at the crowd from behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
Jimmy Garcia: Gravedigger you've known Price for a long, long time. What can you tell us about him?
Gravedigger: Well this one time, while he was laid up in a hospital, I snuck into his room and took a piss in his IV bag.
Jimmy Garcia: You know I had heard that you actually peed in the IV bag of some old person.
Gravedigger: You heard wrong.
Jimmy Garcia: But there was video evidence and-
Gravedigger: It was faked, move on.
Price walks down the ramp toward the ring, slapping a few hands of some lucky fans, before taking the steps up onto the apron and then stepping between the ropes. Newly hired ring announcer Taylor Lorde hands Price a microphone before turning and leaving the ring.
Crowd: PRICE! PRICE! PRICE! PRICE!
Jimmy Garcia: And these people here love the fact that Jayson Price has come to UCI to take charge of this company.
Gravedigger: Just like you they're young, dumb and naive. Give it time and they'll realize just how much of a jackass this guy really is.
Price lets the chants go on for a few moments before raising a hand.
Jayson Price: All right, all right. I know you guys are excited to see me and I appreciate the hell out of it, but if we don't speed things up I'm going to have to start cutting matches.
The crowd settles down but remains on their feet.
Jayson Price: Now normally this is the point where the new guy stands in the ring and tells you his name and what he's done and what he's come here to do, but judging by that reaction I'm guessing that nobody here needs to hear an introduction. But for those out there watching us on their TV's, smart phones, laptops or whatever other device, who don't know who I am, my name is Jayson Price. I have spent the last 7 years in the wrestling business right here inside of a ring, traveling all across the globe. I've been a part of all types of companies, big and small, and wrestled a who's who of talent. One of whom is sitting right there at the announce table as we speak.
The camera cuts to a shot of the announce table where an unhappy Gravedigger sits. It cuts back to Price just as Gravedigger starts to raise a finger.
Jayson Price: Well that's not very nice, Diggles. I brought you on to be an announcer and had nothing but good things to say about you. At least give us a smile!
Jimmy Garcia: Wait, did he call you Diggles?
Gravedigger: You get one. Say that name again and I'll introduce you to a few friends of mine.
Jayson Price: But in all of that time I've spent abroad, I've never seen a company so young and full of potential like this one is. From day one UCI has had a roster that was stacked with talent, from the top to the bottom. It had everything that it needed to grow into the hottest thing in the industry. A roster that could be the heart that kept it beating for decades. A rabid fanbase that is the soul that can keep it going. But it was missing the most important thing that it needed and that was a leader to take it to that next level. Well no longer. I am here in UCI to take this company to new levels, places that the old management could only dream about. You might as well give me a flag pin and a trucker's hat because I'm here to Make UCI Great Again...for the first time...or finally. Hey, I was never that great with catchphrases, cut me some slack. Not every one can be the next "And that's the bottom line.." or "Can you smell..." or even "SHUT UP BOUDLE!".
The crowd boos at the last one.
Jayson Price: Yeah, okay, that one wasn't all that great either. But the point is, I'm here to make UCI what it was destined to be. I've listened to what the fans have been asking for. You didn't like the announce team that UCI originally had? I fired them and brought in an announce team that you can get behind. You want to see UCI expand out to new cities so that you can see the roster live? I'm working on making deals to make it happen. Everything that I do from this point forward is to make UCI the biggest, most powerful wrestling company on this Earth.
The crowd pops.
Jayson Price: But in order to make that happen, I need the full support of the locker room. And going off the reaction I've seen online recently, there are obviously some detractors back there. So allow me to formally address those of you that think what I've done and what I plan to do doesn't exactly gel with what your own agenda is. I will not hesitate to make sure that you don't jeopardize my plans to grow this company. If you think that you're out of my reach, that your name brand keeps you safe or that I'll bow down to whatever threats you make, I will send you straight to the unemployment line to join Christopher Morrell, Michael Stelzner, Justin Chambers and Heston Meeks. And let's not start with any calls of me being drunk on power or on an ego trip, this is about what is best for UCI. This company simply cannot grow if the inmates are allowed to run the asylum while a puppet master is up in his ivory tower pulling the strings as he sees fit. My official title might read "General Manager Of UCI", but the fact is that I am the law and everyone from the World Champion down to the guy that's running the camera right now will tow the line or get out of my building.
Price lowers the microphone as he listens to the buzz of the crowd.
Gravedigger: This lunatic is going to run this company right into the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Isn't he the same guy that gave you a job?
Gravedigger: One good decision doesn't make him a genius!
Jayson Price: So with that said, I've already been out here for way too long, so let's get on with the damn show.
Price tosses the microphone to an official outside of the ring before rolling out under the bottom ropes. He heads up the ramp, slapping a few more hands along the way as the camera switches to the announce table.
Jimmy Garcia: Well there you have it, the new boss has laid it out for the entire company. He's going to do everything in his power to help UCI grow and he's not going to let anyone stop him from making that happen.
Gravedigger: You know who else had an ideal like that? Every dictator ever. And he was just out here spouting his mouth off like every one of them. Mark my words, no matter how heartfelt all that sounded, Jayson Price is the wrong man to be leading UCI and he's going to run it into the ground.
The camera switches back to Price on the stage as he gives the crowd a final wave before disappearing into the back. Overload fades out to commercial.
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:33:53 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:37:21 GMT -6
Michael Karis vs Burn Out
We cut to the ring where Burn Out is seen passing back and forth, his previously detached arm still not replaced.
Gravedigger: I can’t believe they’re allowing this man to compete!
Jimmy Garcia: I personally admire the passion!
Taylor Lorde: Already inside the ring, Burn Out!
Gravedigger: What passion? The guy is an idiot! He’s got one arm! Can’t he at least have gotten another replacement?
Jimmy Garcia: I don’t know if that’s in his budget..
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 252 pounds. He is Michael Kairis!
Light Go Out as intro start Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath, Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding, Reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number, Its number is six hundred and sixty six.
I left alone, my mind was blank, I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind ,What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw. That night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 'Cause in my dreams, it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair.
Featured video Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist.
Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell?
6 6 6, the number of the beast.
As Cerberus Appears One Entrance Ramp Is His Manager Irene As Micahel Kairis on ramp With Towel on His Head covering his eyes as he lead by His Manager Irene as they make there way down to ring as fans trying to touch him as a fan brushes him as he lunges at fan as Hans Stop him before anything can happen as they get to ring Michael Kairis himself up from middle rope as Irene walk up steps get in under top rope as Irene get in under top rope as Irene pulls towel off of Michael Kairis as he press against the rope as he snorts.
Gravedigger: Oh, this is gonna be ugly..
Ding Ding Ding!
Michael stares down Burn Out who inches closer to his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Burn Out going after it now!
Gravedigger: Big spear from Kairis!
Kairis pulls his opponent to his feet, quickly throwing him off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Mythbuster!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Michael Karis!
Kairis’ music starts back up as the ref raises his hand high in the air. The newcomer menacingly stares down the camera as we cut to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:39:17 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:42:59 GMT -6
Eli Young vs Luke
We see Luke already in the ring, drinking from his cup and looking around suspiciously in fear of flying PCs.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Already inside the ring, Luke!
Gravedigger: Why the hell do they still keep this guy around?
Jimmy Garcia: It’s the power of “The cup”.
"By Demons Be Driven" is blaring over the PA system as the lights go out. Red strobes illuminate the fog that fills the entrance. A red cross lights a walkway across the arena. Exodus appears as the crowd goes crazy.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Battle Creek, Michigan! At six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in at 228 pounds, he is “Exodus” Eli Young!
Making his way through the fans and over the barricade before finally sliding into the ring. Exodus has a seat in the corner awaiting the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Luke and Eli tying up here.
Gravedigger: Who wants to tie up with Luke? The kid is a disgusting freak!
Luke whips Young off the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline reversal from Young!
Luke gets to his feet and is hit with another big clothesline before driving Luke back down a third time with a running bulldog.
Jimmy Garcia: Climbing up top now!
Young ascends the turnbuckle and gets his footing before taking a leap.
Jimmy Garcia: Big moonsault from Exodus!
Digger pulls out a bottle of Febreeze and starts spraying the area, repulsed by the wave of stench coming from Luke as Young pulls Luke to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Cemetary Gates! He makes the cover!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Eli-
The ring announcer is cut off as Eli Young rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring apron, quickly retrieving a barbed wire ball bat. He takes a moment to admire it, turning it over in his hand before sliding into the ring and unleashing on Luke.
Jimmy Garcia: Eli Young just laying into Luke here!
Spots of blood appear on Luke’s skin as Eli Young repeatedly smashes the hard wood and barbed wire into his opponents’ skin. As the ref pushes Eli back, the newcomer quickly drops out and rolls under the bottom rope as his music plays out. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:47:48 GMT -6
Michael vs Jay Omega
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!
“Come To Life” by Alter Bridge hits the speakers as Michael walks out from the back with a big smile on his face. He holds his arms up, acknowledging the crowd in attendance who cheers. He walks down the ramp, high fiving fans on both sides of the ramp, playing up to them, getting the crowd pumped up. He continues this around ringside, even leaning against the fans to pose for a picture or two as he goes fully around the entire area until he reaches the ring steps near the entrance ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from the ruins of New York City! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Michael!
Michael jogs up the steps and ducks in between the top and middle rope, bouncing on one foot on the other side. He walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and tries to get the crowd pumped up even more as his music continues to play. Finally, he hops down and leans against the nearby ropes, testing their strength, his music slowly fading out.
"15 Minutes" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 226 pounds. He is Jay Omega!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
Gravedigger: I’ve been waiting for this one all week.
Jimmy Garcia: Both of these men incredibly talented, and looking to prove something tonight.
The referee gives them a quick reading of the rules, before signalling for the bell. The two men circle each other for a bit, waiting for the other to make a move. Michael lunges forward first, but Jay is quick, hitting him with a right to the jaw, followed by a left that strikes just beneath the eye. Michael backs off, and they circle some more. Michael goes for Jay’s feet. Omega backs up in time, and goes for a kick that narrowly misses Michael’s skull as he scurries backward and pops back to his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Some nice gamesmanship. Good back and forth from both men to start the match.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega is an incredibly gifted striker. It’s going to be hard for Michael to get his hands on him without taking a few stiff blows.
Omega continues advancing, hitting Michael with a couple quick side kicks to the hamstring, backing him into the corner. Omega hits him with a right, then a left, then another right, before whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. Omega runs after him, going for a high knee. Michael dives out of the way just in time, causing Omega to slam his knee into the turnbuckle. He hobbles backward, and gets hit with a stiff elbow to the back of the head. Omega hits the ground, and almost as if on instinct, Michael locks him in a Fujiwara armbar.
Gravedigger: Neither man taking a real lead here yet in this contest.
Jimmy Garcia: They’re struggling to find a foothold, but it can’t be easy. The competition in this match is fierce.
Michael wrenches on the arm and shoulder, as Jay howls in pain, reaching for the ropes. Michael slams Omega’s arm down, and drops a couple knees on it, before locking in the armbar again.
Gravedigger: This is actually brilliant offense from Michael. It may not seem like it’s doing much, but a lot of Jay’s offense comes from his striking ability. If you wear down the strength in that arm, you take away a good number of his punching combinations.
Michael presses his elbow into Omega’s shoulder, and wrenches back on the arm. Omega makes one last desperate flail, and grabs onto the bottom rope with his index and middle finger. Michael lets go of the hold and backs off. Jay takes a moment to flex and stretch his arm a bit, before rising to his feet. Michael goes to lock up, but omega hits him with a forearm shiver, followed by a back elbow to the jaw. Jay whips him into the ropes, and hits him with a flying calf kick on the rebound. He then grabs Michael’s arm and puts him in a cross arm breaker.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega delivering some of Michael’s own medicine, working over that arm with a nasty submission hold.
Jimmy Garcia: Omega being vicious with that shoulder joint. Michael is grasping for any rope he can find, but Jay’s got him dead in the middle of the ring!
Michael pauses a minute to regain his bearrings, before using all his strength to roll Jay up in a schoolboy pin.
One!
Two!
...Jay kicks out. Both men pop up and advance on each other. Michael drops down and hits an arm drag, they both pop up again. This time Jay hits the arm drag. They get to their feet and lock up, pushing each other back and forth across the ring a bit, before Omega takes the upper hand and shoves Michael into the corner. He lifts a set of knees into Michael’s abdomen, before wrapping his arms around the man, and sending him out of the corner with a spinning belly to belly suplex. Wasting no time, he hops on top of Michael, and hits him with a few right/left combinations to the face.
Jimmy Garcia: Omega in firm control now. Michael has to do something, or this one isn’t going to last much longer.
Suddenly, “Playa” by D-Loc plays over the PA, drawing Omega’s attention up to the ramp.
Gravedigger: That’s Wentworth Updegraff Jr.’s music!
Jimmy Garcia: What’s he doing here?! He has a restraining order against him!
Omega’s attention being turned allows Michael to take a swing and connect with a hard shot to the jaw. Omega falls off of him, allowing Michael to mount him the same way, and deliver some punching combinations of his own. The music stops without Wentworth ever showing his face. Michael lifts Omega up, and bends him over. He hooks his arms behind his back, and hits Jay with a butterfly back breaker, covering for the pin.
One!
Two!
...No! Jay kicks out! Michael lifts him up and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Michael hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex, the momentum of which sends Jay rolling out of the ring and crashing to the cement floor.
Jimmy Garcia: Well, whatever it was, Wentworth’s music has proven to be a turning point in this match. Michael has taken advantage in a big way.
Michael gets to his feet, and waits for Omega to stand. When he does, he bounces off the ropes, and hits a suicide dive that sends them both crashing into the guardrail. The collision is so violent that both men lay on the ground, as the audience cheers them on.
Gravedigger: Big move from Michael, but it may have done as much damage to him as it did to Omega.
Michael slowly rises to his feet, and drags Jay with him, rolling the man’s body into the ring. Michael slides in and stands up, signalling for the face eater. Omega slowly gets up, and Michael goes to grabs his arm, but Jay quickly reverses it, kicking Michael in the gut and hitting him with a snap suplex. He holds on to the head, and flips it over into a front facelock, wrenching hard on Michael’s neck. He brings his knees up into his opponent’s skull a few times, before gripping the hold even tighter.
Jimmy Garcia: Omega trying like hell to get the control back, and it looks like he’s done it. That front facelock really draining the energy from Michael.
Omega switches to a double underhook hold, and stands both of them up, hitting Michael with a sit out tiger bomb, holding on for the pin.
One!
Two!
Three-
No! Michael kicks out at the last second. Omega stands, and grabs Michael’s legs, going for the Sharpshooter. When he bends down to grab the other leg, Michael grabs Jay’s head and rolls him up in a pin.
One!
Two!
...No! Omega kicks out! Both men get to their feet and ru at each other, hitting simultaneous clotheslines and sending both men to the mat as the crowd cheers. They slowly rise at the same pace, but Michael takes the first swing. He hits Jay with a stiff shot that sends him reeling, but he doesn’t fall. He comes back with a punch of his own that sends Michael stumbling back into the ropes. Jay whips him across the ring, and on the rebound, jumps into the air, hitting Michael with a knee to the face. Jay stands and signals for Ride the Lightning. Just as he’s about to grab Michael, Wentworth’s music hits again, causing Jay to spin around and look to the ramp. This distraction is enough for Michael to grab him and roll him up.
Jimmy Garcia: Another distraction from Wentworth Updegraff Jr.’s music!
One!
Two!
Three!
Jay kicks out, but not in time. Michael’s music plays.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Michael!
Gravedigger: The distraction cost Jay the match, and he is livid!
Omega glares down the ramp, seeing no sign of Wentworth, as Michael celebrates his victory. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:51:09 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:52:33 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:54:38 GMT -6
Crow McMorris Segment.
The camera focuses tight on an animals eye; slow zoom out until we realize it belongs to a Wolf's head, staring oddly back at us; a mask tilted to the left as it inspects the lens. The disguise is removed to unveil Crow McMorris beneath. The camera pulls back still further now, revealing we're inside a dimly lit stairwell. Buddy Roman casts an authoritative shadow over the discovery as he smiles, an evil beam of malevolence cast down over Crow's steely expression.
Crow McMorris: Hello, Howard. This is the moment when the villain announces his diabolical intentions to the valiant hero. Only, you turned in your badge and your gun, didn't you? You've lost your mask, Howie, that lie that conned us all into believing you where a decent man. A kind man. Now we're supposed to believe you're a “lost boy”, a Peter Pan that fights Captain Hook's over never, never land. The world turned it's back on poor old Howard Back, left him with a boo boo face and a tear down his cheek. What to do, what to do? And that's when it hits you, punish that upstart Crow, that bastard who had the gall to become a champion. The man who did what you could not.
And that's what's eating you up inside. Isn't it? Me with the belt around my waist. While you have to stand on the sidelines and feel all that ambition inside rot and fester, turn you bad.
One last warning, Howard. You attack me? You go after my friends or my family, and you'll find out just how much of a villain I can be. I am the wolf faced man, Howard. I am the monster at your door. You killed our friendship when you attacked me, don't make me return the favour an end you. Go home. Be with your family. Take hold of that happy ending that waits for you there. You stay, you'll get your shot. I'll make sure of it. But you'll also get a fight you're not prepared for.
I promised Kaz one last warning, this is it. Me, keeping my word. Now that the line is drawn? Now that you've been warned. Remember: you keep coming after me? And it's war. A war you absolutely cannot win.
“Caw, Caw”
Crow pulls the mask back down, the wolf stares us down as Buddy laughs.
CONQUER. THE. HATE!
The show cuts to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 0:56:30 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:04:43 GMT -6
Fatal Four Way Jessica Buck vs Logan Demon Joker vs Shane Sayne vs Jericho Salazar
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: This match is a fatal four way match, and it is scheduled for one fall!
A woman moans and somewhere a rose squirts white goo, both of which herald the presence of Jessica Buck. “Nasty Girl” by Jay Price hits the P.A system as there is an awkward combination of boos and whistles for the “Master of Sex” that is about to appear before them. Syxx Gibbler appears out first, holding a bottle of baby oil in her hands. She steps aside so Jessica Buck can make her way onto the entryway. Jessica has a white towel that wrapped above her chest down, revealing a very nice pair of legs. She also has a lollipop in her mouth. With an arrogant smile, Jessica Buck steps forward as Syxx comes up from behind her, wraps her arms around her front, and pulls off her towel revealing only a pink bikini that she has designs to wrestle in. Once Syxx pulls off the towel, Jessica starts to grind her hips while caressing herself in the process. She finally stops and struts down to the ring, taking a few licks of sucker as she ignores the fans. Syxx follows behind her with the towel and baby oil in hand.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 115 pounds. She is “Hot as Fuck” Jessica Buck!
Jessica climbs up the steel steps, but instead of getting in the ring, she falls to the apron and stretches out along it, doing a model like pose. She smiles as people take pictures of her with their phones. She takes another lick of lolli before laying flat on her back, and hold her left leg toward her face, and rolling in under the bottom rope. Jessica lands in splits. Syxx quickly joins her in the middle of the ring the body of baby oil. Jessica holds her arms out as Syxx squirts some of the oil into her hands and begins to apply it above her chest, on her arms, her stomach, and finally her ass, which gets a saucy expression on Jessica's face ...and one of somewhat discomfort on Syxx's. Once the baby oil is applied, Jessica begins to grind and caress in the ring again. She really drops it like it is hot this time. Before Syxx leaves the ring, Jessica pulls the sucker out of her mouth and leans in for a kiss. Syxx reluctantly gives her a peck which still gets a good reaction from the fans. But before she goes, Jessica shoves her lollipop in Syxx's mouth. Once Syxx exits the ring, Jessica continues to pose until the match starts.
Jimmy Garcia: Jessica Buck coming to us tonight fresh from a particularly dominating victory over our resident homeless guy; Ramblin’ Jimmy.
Gravedigger: This chick has ass for days! Lets hope we get to see her in the ring for a little longer tonight after making short work of her opponent at Election Day.
"Walk the Walk" by Deuce hits the speakers, and the lights dim as Logan Demon Joker comes crawling out onto the stage in creepy fashion. His prolonged trek to the ring is scattered with erratic movements, as though he's restraining himself from attacking the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from Your Nightmares! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 217 pounds. He is “Prince Nightmare” Logan Demon Joker!
Gravedigger: This guy also debuted at overload, however he was not quite so successful. Still, he’ll be looking to turn his fortunes around tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: You never know though! Tonight could be his night. This kind of match usually does favor the less gifted in the common sense department, and this guy is as mad as a bag of rabbits.
Logan Demon Joker rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, then sits slumped in his corner as he waits for the rest of the competitors to arrive.
"Cinderella Man" begins playing and Shane Sayne calmly walks out through the curtain.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the third participant! Hailing from Los Angeles, California! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 200 pounds! He is “The In-Sayne One” Shane Sayne!
He slaps a few of the several outreached hands as he makes his way to the ring.
Before he uses the steps he analyzes the fan reactions ring side. He finds a spot where the fans are going crazy, points to them, and starts running. When he gets to the barricade he jumps on top and then leaps towards the fans who body surf him around. Eventually they put him down on the ring side of the barricade and he enters the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: I’m not sure if that’s actually allowed but the fans seem to love this guy.
Gravedigger: Of course they do! He’s a glorified trapeze artist, they lap that shit up in Minnesota.
Jimmy Garcia: They seemed to like it in Chicago last night too ‘digger.
Gravedigger: Don’t you sass me boy!
He goes to his corner and sits down with his arms on the ropes waiting for the final competitor in this contest.
The lights go out, it’s pitch black.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Oakland, California! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Jericho Salazar!
Then the lights begin to strobe violently while Abnormity by Shattered to the bone plays, disorienting his opponents.
Jimmy Garcia: Can we roll one of those epilepsy warnings please?
Gravedigger: This man is making his in-ring debut here tonight, a former factory worker and Navy Seal. I for one am interested to see what he can… WAIT!
While this is going on Jericho sprints down the ramp and into the ring. He wastes very little time, charging towards Logan Demon Joker and flooring him with a big boot of sorts.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Well, no feeling out process or first-night nerves for the newcomer tonight.
Gravedigger: It’s a strategy as old as time. Distract your opponents with theatrics and give them a kick in the nuts while their attention is elsewhere.
Newly appointed senior official; Phil Brooks wastes little time in trying to gain control of the situation but unfortunately for him what he certainly has in enthusiasm, he lacks in stature as his reprimands are brushed aside by Shane Sayne who begins to rain lefts and rights into Salazar’s face whilst Jessica Buck uses this moment to pose for her adoring fans, all be they almost entirely male. LDJ is still reeling from the initial boot to his face as he rolls out of the ring and onto the floor at ringside.
Gravedigger: Classic Jay Price. Hires the world’s most submissive referee and gives him the highest rank an official can aspire to.
Jimmy Garcia: These four are delving into an absolute brawl and this match is only a few moments old. Well… three of them are, Jess Buck is now talking with her manager. Does she understand that she is being paid to wrestle, not be drooled over?
Gravedigger: Jimmy Garcia likes little boys, confirmed. Dammit Price!
With Jessica distracted, LDJ seizes the moment and drags her under the bottom rope to the outside before delivering a standard scoop slam onto the protective mat that surrounds the ring. Meanwhile in the squared circle, Jericho Salazar and Shane Sayne continue to trade blows, that is until The In-Sayne One mixes it up a little and delivers a ferocious European uppercut, causing his opponent to be knocked back into the ropes. Unfortunately for the Youtube sensation though this momentum allows Salazar to bounce back and connect with a clothesline, dropping Sayne down to the mat and going for a very premature cover.
One!
Sayne’s shoulders are off the mat almost as soon as they brush the canvas to begin with. While this is happening though, LDJ rolls back under the ropes and charges towards the pinning predicament, bum-rushing Salazar out of the ring and starting to stomp on the man who defeated him last week at Election Day.
Gravedigger: Do I sense a little bit of hostility here from Logan Demon Jo.. I can’t. That name is just fucking terrible. LDJ. I’m calling him LDJ from now on. Fuck that guy.
Jimmy Garcia: Well ‘digger, nobody likes to lose in their debut match, and Shane Sayne didn’t just beat him last night, but beat him with a double shooting star press that got the world talking.
Outside of the ring, Jessica Buck is now back to her feet and demanding that Syxx Gibbler rub her shoulders better as they were mildly hurt during the previous altercation. Back in the world of professional wrestling, Sayne has managed to fight his way back up to a vertical base and counteract the tenacity of LDJ with a shoulder to the abdomen followed by a quick and effective DDT.
Jimmy Garcia: DDT on LDJ by Double S!
Gravedigger: You’re trying too hard Jimmy.
Satisfied that her shoulders are now at one hundred percent, Buck finally decides to interject herself into the physical aspect of this contest, rolling under the ropes and delivering a dropkick to Sayne’s left knee followed by a vicious running enziguri. Leveled by the kick to his dome, Shane collapses in a heap next to LDJ. Spoiled for choice, Miss Buck springs off the ropes once more, plotting to land on both men with a jumping splash of sorts, but before she can even leave her feet she feels the brunt of Salazar’s fist connect with the side of her face.
Gravedigger: Jericho Salazar out of nowhere with the Superman Punch.
Jimmy Garcia: I think every man in the arena now wants to ambush Salazar. Sit down Gravedigger!
Gravedigger: … We must defend her honor!
Wasting no motion, Salazar immediately tries to hook her around the waist for a German suplex, his hands on her hips drawing a further barrage of jeers from the male audience but before he can execute the manouvere, he is captured himself as Shane Sayne grabs him for the very same German suplex. Buck is able to wriggle free of the chain reaction just in time but unfortunately for her is caught off guard by LDJ who drills her with a superkick, again causing the penis-owning public to grimace as her delicate facial features are abused by a much larger male.
One!
Two!
Salazar is just able to get his shoulder’s off the mat as unbeknown to the other two combatants, Sayne had bridged the suplex into a pinfall attempt. After noticing he was nearly swindled out of the match LDJ heads straight for Sayne for once more, driving a harsh kick into his gut which causes the In-Sayne One to bend over and be met with a second stiff kick to the jaw. Before he can even clench his teeth in pain though LDJ drives a third and final kick to his opponent, this time a thrust kick to the side of the cranium which drops him to the mat.
Gravedigger: We’re seeing a lot more aggression out of LDJ tonight than we did at Election Day, maybe all he needed was a little push.
Jimmy Garcia: Hell hath no fury like a demon scorned.
Gravedigger: … Stop it, please. You’re embarrassing us both.
Both Salazar and Buck begin to stir at once, each of them staring at the other and also passing glances at LDJ as they begin to rise up to a vertical base. With Shane Sayne down, it looks like it could be between these three competitors.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait! What the hell is this?
Gravedigger: That Jimmy! Is called a wrestling match.
Jimmy Garcia: No, you ass. Coming down the ramp!
As Buck and Salazar struggle to get up to a vertical base, four of the David Sanchez security deal rush down the ramp in perfect formation. Each of them brandishing their customer riot visors and shields to protect them from the trash which is hurled in their general direction. Senior Official Phil Brooks slides under the bottom rope and heads them off at the bottom of the ramp, pleading with them to return to the locker room. As he does so however, Sanchez himself leaps over the crowd control barricade on the other side of the ring and slides under the ropes. He wastes very little time in making his intentions known as he christens his newly won Rising Stars championship belt across the back of Jericho Salazar's head, rendering him all but unconscious.
Jimmy Garcia: This man is supposed to be the mayor of Chicago ladies and gentlemen, surely there's got to be something about this kind of behavior in the constitution!
Gravedigger: Ouch! he really split his wig with that shot. I might not like the guy but when he swings, he swings to maim.
LDJ is first to notice the intrusion, staring at Sanchez with confusion in his eyes. Rather than attack though, David simply rolls Shane Sayne's body out of the ring, still partially immobilized by the flurry of kicks to the head he had just received and points at Jessica Buck, prompting LDJ to finish her off and steal the victory. Before he can do so though, with David in his line of sight, Logan Demon Joker feels the sting of Jessica Buck's boot cracking against his temple. the last thing he sees as he sinks to the mat is a sarcastic wave from the mayor who immediately rolls out of the ring and hops back over the barrier and crouches behind it.
Gravedigger: Buck Wild! That's all she wrote!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, so now they decide to leave.
The security detail begin to head back up the entrance ramp, allowing Phil Brooks to slip back into the ring, just in time to see Jessica Buck covering Logan Demon Joker.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
With another victory under her lack of requirement for a belt, Jessica Buck climbs back up to her feet and smiles out at the crowd. Syxx Gibbler joins her, lifting her arm in victory as Taylor Lorde attempts to make the announcement of her victory but finds herself being denied the microphone by David Sanchez who has re-appeared from his hiding place and stands firmly in the timekeeper's area with the Rising Stars championship draped over his shoulder.
David Sanchez: Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winner, and the newest member of The Syndicate. She is Hot.... as.... Fuck. The delightful, Jessica Buck.
Jessica smiles as David draws out the pronunciation of her name, waving at the despicable mayor as Syxx once again begins to massage her shoulders.
Jimmy Garcia: Well... It didn't take long for her to sell her soul.
Gravedigger: People who look like that don't need souls Jimmy. They just don't.
Sanchez drops the mic with a distorted crackle and begins a slow clap, smiling into the ring at his new associate as he does so. In-between the ropes, Syxx Gibbler hands Jessica her lollipop back and the two celebrate the victory as Youtube goes to another invasive advertisement. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:12:13 GMT -6
Andre Holmes vs Alex Richards
The Williams Arena is doing quite well hosting a great episode of UCI Overload. Fans around the ring, and at ringside are enjoying the spectacle of the UCI talent coming to the ring, and showing exactly why they are the best in the world. Taylor Lorde stands in the center of the ring with her blue dress, and black heels on as she’s given the cue to begin the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
A guitar solo is shredding through the surround sound system of the speakers. The crowd knows exactly who walks out through the curtains, and there is Alex Richards on the stage wearing black jeans, an orange t-shirt with his graphically designed custom insignia, and black boots. What’s even weird is the red tie around his neck, and the suitcase he’s carrying.
Gravedigger: What in the hell is this bald-headed ass nimrod wearing?
Jimmy Garcia: I think it’s a neck tie. I used to have one whenever I went out--
Gravedigger: NO ONE CARES!
Alex walks down to the ring with a drink in his hand. He stops in the middle of the entrance path to chug the cup to its last drop before raising it high with that serious facial expression. Of course, the fans support him, and are praising him through.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quila! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 345 pounds. He is Alex Richards!
Discussing his game plan with the fans at ringside, he shows very little interest in this match. Suitcase is leaned against the steel steps, and he slides into the ring before staying in his corner. His music fades away, and is now warming up for a very tough opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: This match is going to be interesting to watch. Alex Richards said he doesn’t take too kindly to Andre Holmes disrespecting his friends in the Guardians group so retribution is definitely on his own mind.
While Alex is warming up, another guitar riff is building up. The lights in the arena shut off as grey colored images of Andre Holmes training is shown on both titantrons on each side of the stage. “Relentless” by New Years Day finally begins with the light dancing, and flickering around the arena, the Minnesota crowd happy to see another good guy come out.
Gravedigger: Jesus Christ! I’m going to suffer epilepsy with this stupid flashy entrance!
Jimmy Garcia: I would be so happy if you did.
Andre Holmes walks out to the stage with the black hoodie covering his head. Standing center stage, he looks out to the crowd chanting his name, and starts walking down the ring with the spotlight on him as he interacts with the fans along the way. Suddenly, Andre stops as the lyrics are heavily heard. “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up!”, he stands tall in a power like stance to release a primal scream, and smoke emerges behind him firing up to the air.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
The lights return back to normal, and Andre continues on his way to the ring wearing his MMA gloves tight around his hands. His signature red, and black long arm sleeve on his right arm with his black, and red striped tights. Black knee pads, elbow pads, black, and red striped boots.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre’s had more of a rocky road in UCI especially with his rivalry with Erin Fausse. The two have been nothing short of rivals but Andre’s seeming to lose the psychological warfare which is never a good--
Gravedigger: What do you expect dumbass? Andre’s all anger no intelligence. He’s facing an opponent that chooses brains over brawns, and Erin is inside his head whether he admits or not.
Standing on the middle rope outside of the ring, smoke emerges from below to cover his body. The arena is in complete darkness for his silhouette to be seen only until he hops inside the ring. Hoodie off, and both men prepared for the match. Taylor is outside, music gone, and lights back to normal. We are underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Alex, and Andre both leave their corners respectfully. Using his footwork, Andre swiftly moves around the ring while Alex follows him with that power walk. Seeing that his opponent has the size advantage, Andre is formulating a game plan on how to avoid any power shots or grappling on ruining him from winning the match.
Crowd: LET’S GO ANDRE! ALEX RICHARDS! LET’S GO ANDRE! ALEX RICHARDS!
Once they meet up in the center of the ring, Andre quickly shoots under his right arm, and goes to his back to land a Roundhouse into his spine. Stepping forward, he slowly turns around to shrug it off but Andre advances forward, and starts unloading back to back Roundhouse kicks into the chest to push him back.
Jimmy Garcia: There goes Andre utilizing his Roundhouse Kicks. Kickboxing background.
Gravedigger: It’s MMA! He’s an MMA influenced wrestler so no doubt will Alex have trouble trying to adapt to his wrestling technique. Get your shit right Jimmy!
At the ropes, Alex is stunned. Andre runs back to the ropes behind him, and rebounds off them to return to him to drive an elbow into his chin. He repeats the same action, and another elbow is slammed into that same target again. Third times a charm. His opponent is on wobbly legs, and he runs to the ropes to rebound back into Alex who throws him over the top rope but he lands his feet on the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh! Great athleticism by Andre!
Leaping sideways over the top rope, he Gamengiri Alex by kicking him in the back of his head. Enough space is created to leap onto the top rope, and springboard over to him until getting caught on his right shoulder. Thus, Alex changes the tide on the match by Powerslamming him down onto the canvas.
Crowd: OH!
After getting up, a few stomps is thrown into the chest of Andre. Even placing his foot down on his throat as that insult added to injury. No time is wasted. Alex continues the beat down by mounting him, and punching him over, and over into the forehead. All Andre can do is cover himself up but the pressure is just too much. The pin attempt is made.
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Andre kicks out just in time but Alex just violently drags him into the corner. A few knees is enough to keep him stunned in the corner long enough for him to back up, and nail a Short Arm Lariat into his chest to keep him seated in the corner.
Gravedigger: Damn! I feel very bad for Andre Holmes right now. Oh wait, I lied! When you put size in the fight, size always win. Alex Richards has that advantage over him right now.
And so that he does but Alex is very quick on his feet too. He charges forward into the seated Andre Holmes in the corner, and stops in front of him just to chop the hell out of his own chest as a joke.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO! ALEX! ALEX!
Alex walks back to him, and drags him out of the corner onto his feet before lifting him off the mat, and driving his back into his knee with a solid backbreaker. Another pin attempt is made after Andre’s body just slums off from his knee to his back on the canvas.
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Two!
Another kick out is made, and Alex is getting a little pissed off. He continues on the onslaught by helping him back up again. However, the grip is broken on his body when his opponent strikes Alex again with the Roundhouse kicks. Ending the combination is a Spinning Back Kick into his ribcage to bend him over in the center of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh! Sick Spinning Back Kick by Andre Holmes, and now Alex is in the center groggy of that impact.
Gravedigger: Wa-- huh. You actually called a move right this time. I’m impressed.
Off the rebound of the ropes, Andre sprints to Alex, and Basement Dropkicks the side of his head to knock him down to the mat. Quickly seeing him down, he needed to add more. He stands back up, and flips backwards into a Moonsault to land himself across his own gut before the pin is made.
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Alex kicks out from the pin, and Andre shakes his head as the Standing Moonsault didn’t work but maybe something else will. While Alex is on his knees, he stands at his side, and starts delivering multiple back to back Roundhouse kicks into the chest of his opponent.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
On the last kick, he backs up before stepping forward with that final kick into his chest but it’s caught by Alex’s hands as he stands up fully on the mat holding his leg.
Gravedigger: See! When you hesitate, it costs you.
Alex spins the leg around which gives enough velocity for him to land a Tornado Kick knocking the big guy into the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: You were saying?
Gravedigger: Don’t get cocky asshole!
Alex is leaning against the ropes, and Andre charges forward but he gifts lifted up on his shoulder before his throat is dropped on the top rope. Springing back, he is hugged from behind until being lifted over for a textbook German Suplex!
Crowd: Oh!
Andre rolls over onto his knees, and Alex quickly gets up to drop a running knee straight into his temple.
Gravedigger: Jesus Christ! That was beautiful. Alex Richards is the guy to go for when you need to give someone an ass whooping!
Having enough with the show being brought on, he’s going to focus on his power. Alex picks up the fallen Andre off the mat, and flips his back over his shoulder before pulling down on the chin to try, and break his back over his shoulder in a powerhouse submission hold.
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Andre is barely hanging on for dear life. Completely trapped over his shoulder, and his body is bent as if the ladder match wasn’t enough to kill him. He’s flailing his arms but Alex is jumping up, and down to add more torque into the submission. Phil is demanding an answer but made but luckily, Andre rains down elbows onto his forehead to loosen the hold.
Jimmy Garcia: He’s fighting out of the Over the Shoulder Backbreaker! That’s amazing!
Gravedigger: IT’S CALLED THE TORTURE!
Slipping off behind him, Andre quickly leaps backwards to Pele Kick Alex in the face that drops him into the corner. The door is open, and he can barely stand but he finds the energy to charge into him, and Yakuza Kick his chin, the boot scraping his flesh harshly.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!
While Alex rolls down to the mat, Andre slowly climbs up the top rope, and has his back down facing to his opponent down on the canvas. Leaping backwards, he corkscrews into a 450 flip to land that Phoenix Splash onto him, crushing his weight onto his ribcage!
Gravedigger: Deadline Trap! The combination of the Corner Yakuza Kick, and Phoenix Splash! Here’s the pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Thr--
No! Alex kicks out just in the nick of time, and Andre is livid. He crawls backwards to the opposing corner to grab onto both sides of the top rope, and fire himself up to end Alex...until “Ave Maria” starts playing from the P.A system that catches his attention.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: That’s Erin’s music! Erin Fausse is coming out now?! What the hell is she thinking?
Erin slowly walks down to the ring dressed in light blue jeans, black heels, and a white strapon shirt to slowly clap at Andre who's taken his eyes off Alex. Kicking at the ropes, he points at her to keep his distance until foolishly charging into Alex who presses his hands against his chest to pop him into the air before Lungblowing his knees into his chest.
Jimmy Garcia: POP-UP LUNGBLOWER!
Gravedigger: Oh my god, here we go again. STUDY YOUR MOVE NAMES! That’s Alex finishing move variation, the Sanity Slip! Here’s the pin!
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Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Alex Richards!
Alex slowly rolls out of the ring, and heads backstage with his suitcase intact while Erin marches up the steel steps. She gets through the ropes, and slowly approaches Andre is on his back still suffering the damage to his chest from the Sanity Slip.
Jimmy Garcia: Just when you thought they would be done, here they are together to surprise. Erin just cost Andre the match, and proved that she is one step ahead of the mind games.
She slowly picks up her arms until she continuously stomps her foot against his face over, and over until he simply passes out from the brutal kicks against his own forehead.
Gravedigger: Damn girl, who pissed you off today?!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Referees, and medical personnel quickly come down to the ring, and Erin slowly lets go of Andre while smirking off to the crowd. The referees demand her to head backstage as she does but medical check into the condition of Andre after getting kicked in the head over, and over again. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:21:48 GMT -6
Hajeet Segment.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back to Overload on an amazing and historic Sunday Night in Minnesota!
Gravedigger: Yeah, yeah, historic, whatever, this is the start of something big and I'm liking what I'm seeing so far!
Generic pop song hits and the crowd cheers as most of the marks know it's time for FREE T-SHIRTS! The crowd goes crazy as some UCI hot chicks in bikinis surrounding a two hundred pound man with a UCI hat and shirt shoot T-Shirts from a home-made cannon. The crowd continues popping as the pop song keeps hoppin' over the loud speakers keeping every ones energy high.
Jimmy Garcia: I love Mack Keaton! He's a good dude here at UCI. You know I saw him at cater-
Gravedigger: I don't really care, Jimmy, there's hot chicks and FREE T-SHIRTS!
Jimmy Garcia: Yeah, yeah.
Mack Keaton keeps shooting the shirts as he continues walking around the ring. The girls high fiving some of the crazed fans in the front row and throwing out candies or whatever. I mean, I don't know what they're throwing, but let's assume hard candies and shirts. That's when they scream in panic, the music stops and Mack Keaton's head is taken off by a large Indians size thirteen boot to the face!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my! What the hell?!
Gravedigger: Goodnight Mack!
Jimmy Garcia: Who the hell is this?!
Gravedigger: Thought you knew everyone you dork, that's Hajeet!
Jimmy Garcia: What is he doing right now?!
Hajeet picks up Mack and the girls scramble up the ramp. Hajeet grabs Mack off his feet and throws him through the middle ropes into the ring from the outside. Mack is delirious and is in la-la land, and Hajeet steps to the apron and steps into the ring. The crowd is just booing as loud as they can and Hajeet just does not care for any of it. Hajeet picks up Mack and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle and when Mack bounces off and turns around he's met with Hajeets big boot again to the head! The crowd boos as Hajeet stands over Mack with a disgusted face.
Gravedigger: He's nearly six and a half feet tall and he isn't here to play games. This is my kind of guy!
Jimmy Garcia: We need to get some damn help in here right now, Mack does not deserve this!
Gravedigger: Well this falls on Jay Price's head! Hajeet told us last week he wanted a match tonight at Overload and they didn't put him on the card.
Jimmy Garcia: There are other ways of going about it damn it! You don't need to take Macks head off! A defenseless man who isn't even a wrestler!
Gravedigger: Like I said, this is on the management team! You run a fed and some things fall through the cracks and Hajeet isn't happy about it and neither am I! Look at him! I want to see him fight every damn Sunday.
Hajeet grabs microphone on apron of ring. He picks up microphone and checks if microphone is on. He paces back and forth in ring mad as can be but he checks if microphone is on again.
Hajeet: Is this on? You are ready for Hajeet now! This is my time. Your fatasses don't need shirts and no candy. This is for me. I am ready and prepared! You are ready for Hajeet!
The crowd boos.
Gravedigger: You're damn right I'm ready!
Jimmy Garcia: There we go! Finally some officials can help Mack and stop this lunatic!
A few refs get into the ring to stop Hajeet but Hajeet shoves a ref out of the ring, he kicks another one and then grabs a ref and throws him over the top rope. The crowd goes crazy as Hajeet might be going a little over the edge right now.
Jimmy Garcia: OH COME ON! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!
Hajeet: I told you I am ready to be famous and be big American wrestler and if I can't wrestle down someone and pin them then this will happen every Sunday until I am given what I deserve! I am best wrestler here and you will now see how I wrestling right now! PRAISE HAJEET!
He throws down the microphone and turns to Mack who is now on his knees pleading for the attack to stop. Hajeet yells at him to "PRAISE HAJEET! PRAISE HAJEET!"
Jimmy Garcia: THIS IS ENOUGH DAMN IT!
Mack puts his hands together and begins to pray towards Hajeet but Hajeet backs into the ropes and runs and hits a stiff kick to the face of Mack!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god! He's out cold!
Gravedigger: Well this is one way to grab the attention of Jay Price and Spencer Adams!
Jimmy Garcia: We need some damn help out here right now!
Hajeet puts one knee on Macks chest and kneels down and does a taunt before standing back up with his arms out. "PRAISE HAJEET." The refs slide into the ring hurt and wounded but trying to cover up Mack as a UCI doctor gets into the ring. Hajeet walks up the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Jimmy Garcia: I hope to the Gods above that Mack is okay.
Gravedigger: Oh whatever, I caught him stealing some biscuits at catering. Karma always comes back-
Jimmy Garcia: Oh stop it, you're making up stories.
Gravedigger: I SAW WHAT I SAW, JIMMY. MACK WAS ON BORROWED TIME! He's a biscuit stealer.
Jimmy Garcia: We'll be back on Overload, and I apologize for Digger's comments.. |
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:24:59 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:33:26 GMT -6
Howard Black vs Shadowlove
The bell rings as the house lights go down.
Gravedigger: Someone’s about to get the shit kicked out of them.
Jimmy Garcia: I, uh… am sure this will be a spirited match.
The opening distorted oscillator of “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hits the PA. A chorus of boos immediately swells in the crowd as the beat kicks in and the snare rattles through the speakers. As “LOST BOYS” repeats, a strobe light hits the stage and Howard Black steps through the curtain, his hood up and head down. His collapses to his knees and throws his arms to the side as he tilts his head back and lets out a battle cry in synchronicity with the scream in the song. The lights come up in a dim blue and white as he jumps to his feet and begins to stalk down the aisle.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Lincoln, Nevada! At five feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is “The Lost Boy” Howard Black!
Jimmy Garcia: In these two weeks, Howard Black has demanded the attention of the entire UCI. From his vicious assault on Crow to his brutalizing of Burn Out to hi-
Gravedigger: You mean “Future UCI Hall of Famer Burn Out”.
Jimmy Garcia: … Sure. As I was saying, Black has left an impression. Last week Black and Shadowlove verbally sparred on Twitter, prompting this match.
Gravedigger: And Shadowlove has no idea what he’s signed up for. I tell ya, Black always struck me as a pit bull on a short leash. We in UCI are seeing what happens when that leash snaps.
Howard ignores the crowd to either side as his eyes stay glued on the ring, stalking down the ramp with a look of cold rage upon his face. He makes his way up the steps and ducks beneath the top rope to enter, walking to the nearest turnbuckle and pulling himself up. He throws his head back and spreads his arms as a spotlight hits him, the crowd booing wildly. When he descends, he makes his way to his corner, pulling off the hoodie and tossing it aside. From his neck, he removes a silver crucifix on a thin chain. He stares at it for a moment, kisses it softly, and then places it around the ring post before leaning back in his corner.
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation. Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Ms Miyamoto! Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. He is “The Handsome-Half Breed” Shadowlove!
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross.
Gravedigger: You know why I hate this guy? Two theme songs. Who does that?
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", receives a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: And the “Dynamic Duo” of UCI receiving a hero’s welcome tonight in Minnesota.
Gravedigger: These people will cheer for anyone facing Howard Black. They’d probably even cheer Hitler if he was standing on the other side of that ring. All it’s doing is proving to him that he was right about them.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand. Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth with a shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
Ms. Miyamoto slides out of the ring, taking the coat with her as Shadowlove cranks his neck from side to side, cracking his knuckles with a wide grin on his face. Howard returns a cold, unamused look, pushing himself from his resting place in the corner as the bell rings. The two men slowly approach, circling each other with locked eyes. Shadowlove stops, the grin widening as his arms cock up and begin to flap, his mouth opening to make a facsimile of a duck quack. The audience goes crazy.
Gravedigger: That joke has never been funny.
Howard seems to agree with Digger’s assessment; his hands shoot out as he leaps up, one hand catching Shadowlove on the wrist as the other arm wraps over his shoulder and Howard’s legs wrap around his waist! The cheers quickly die as Shadowlove falls forward under Howard’s weight.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god! A few seconds into the match, and Howie has applied the Kimura Lock!
Gravedigger: Time for my pay outs, baby!
Shadowlove grimaces as he adjusts his leg behind Howard’s knee. Ms. Miyamoto screams at him from the floor.
Ms. Miyamoto: Remember what I taught you! Remember!
Pressing on the back of Black’s knee, Shadowlove pushes himself up with his free arm and leg, slowly sliding out of the hold. He catches Howard’s wrist, rolling over and applying a Cobra Clutch of his own! The audience pops loudly, but a stiff elbow to the ribs makes Shadowlove’s grip loosen. Howard turns over immediately, wrenching his arm from Shadowlove’s grip and begins pummeling him with mounted punches! After a several blows, Howard pushes himself and raises his arms in the air, roaring to the crowd. The crowd responds with a boo as Howie turns back to Shadowlove, raising his fist and giving the knuckles a quick kiss.
Gravedigger: And there’s that killer instinct from Black. He can break your arm, he can toss you around, or he can beat your face in.
Shadowlove kips up, squaring with Howie and raising a hand to his jaw, lightly touching the beaten side of his face. His smile has long since faded as his face tightens into a mask of concentration. The two men circle once more before tying up, both stepping in with force and neither budging for a moment. Howard pulls the Handsome Half-Breed into a headlock, but love reverses with a back suplex! Howard releases the lock, flipping over his opponent and landing on his feet! He sends a forearm to the back of Shadowlove’s head, causing his opponent to stumble forward, before diving with a chop block to the back of the knee. Shadowlove crumples to his base as Howie rolls through, running at him with a vicious Shining Wizard knee! Shadowlove bends back to avoid it, catching Howard around the leg and locking in a half Boston Crab!
Gravedigger: Jimmy, I don’t like you.
Jimmy Garcia: Why not? What did I do?
Gravedigger: It’s not what you did. It’s your name.
Howard brings his leg up, kicking back at the knee of Shadowlove. Shadowlove falls to the mat, landing face-first, as Howard pulls himself forward towards the ropes! Shadowlove responds by rolling over, scissoring his leg’s around the trapped leg of Howard Black and wrenching back on it. Howard yells in pain as he forces himself up on his haunches, dragging both of them backward toward the ropes. He falls back, his hands flailing and falling on the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break.
Jimmy Garcia: My name?
Gravedigger: Yeah, it sounds too much like Jerry Garcia.
Shadowlove releases the hold at three, climbing to his feet as Howard uses the ropes to pull himself up. The Handsome Half-Breed strikes him with a clubbing blow to the back, causing him to wobble on his feet. A second clubbing blow causes Howard to crumple across the top rope. Shadowlove trusn him around and locks his head, walking him to the center of the ring as the audience cheers. He looks over at Ms. Miyamoto, blowing her a kiss as he sets up for the Dark Gift! But wait! Howard wraps his arms around Shadowlove’s waist, flipping him over for a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges into the pin!
One!
Two!
Shadowlove kicks out! The two men lay prone.
Jimmy Garcia: Is there something wrong with Jerry Garcia? He was a brilliant song-writer fronting one of the most influential bands of all time.
Gravedigger: Influential if you’re into that Hippy Shit. Fuck the Grateful Dead. If I wanted to be entertained on LSD, I’d stare at the ceiling, not shell out $60 for some crappy folk fusion band.
Both roll over at the same time, staring up at one another. Howard gets to his feet a bit faster than Shadowlove, wrenching him up and whipping him at the ropes. Shadowlove hand springs forward, rebounding off the ropes and flies back with a crossbody! He brings Howard down the mat, pushing himself up and looking towards the turnbuckle! Pulling himself up, he crouches on the top rope, beckoning Howard to rise. Slowly, Black pulls himself to his feet as Shadowlove dives for a Ramming Headbutt! Black steps out of the way, swinging his fist like a club and connects with a Mollywhop! As Shadowlove hits the mat, Howie rolls him over for a pin.
One!
Two!
Shadowlove kicks out! Howard sits up, running his hands through his hair in frustration before turning and yelling at the ref! Ms. Miyamoto climbs up onto the apron, joining in the argument, jamming a finger in Black’s direction as she yells! Black turns to her, now engrossed in throwing abuse back her way, and provides Shadowlove the opportunity for a quick roll-up!
One!
Two!
Howard kicks out and rolls onto his stomach, lashing forward with a fist dodged by Shadowlove. Shadowlove pushes himself up, slapping Howard on the back of the head before throwing a kick to his ribs! The Lost Boy rolls over, clutching his ribs in pain.
Jimmy Garcia: I think you’re really under-selling the importance of the Grateful Dead and their contributions to the development of modern music.
Gravedigger: What contributions? “Oh guys, did you know that without the Grateful Dead we wouldn’t have Dream Theater or Phish?” Yeah, some contributions those are.
Jimmy Garcia: What about Psychedelic Rock as a whole?
Gravedigger: Hippy Shit. Plus, Jefferson Airplane and the 13th Floor Elevators contributed more than the Grateful Dead ever did.
With a second kick, Shadowlove sends Black rolling more, dropping himself from the ring and using the barricade to hold himself up. Shadowlove slides out of the ring and nails Black with a European Uppercut, sending him back before following up with a second one! Black falls against the guard rail, seemingly at the mercy of his opponent, before blocking a right hand and whipping Shadowlove against the barricade! The ref begins the count!
One!
Two!
Howard grabs Shadowlove by the wrist, whipping him forward and sending him hurtling into the steps! Shadowlove hits the ground, clutching his shoulder in pain as the Lost Boy follows, grabbing him by the arm and laying it across the top of the step. Ms. Miyamoto runs around the ring, staring Howard in the eyes as he stomps down on the displayed arm of the Handsome Half-Breed.
Three!
Four!
Five!
With a second stomp, Howard grinds the heel of his boot into the elbow for Shadowlove for a moment before climbing back into the ring. He keeps his eye on his opponent.
Six!
Seven!
Ms. Miyamoto runs over to Shadowlove, pulling him up and walking him to the apron. She rubs the injured arm once for good measure before helping him slide into the ring. Howard charges him, sliding for a dropkick, but Shadowlove rolls out of the way. He pushes himself up before dropping his good forearm across the face of Howard, pushing himself up and delivering another pair before shoving him into the center of the ring and going for the pin.
One!
Two!
Howard kicks out! Shadowlove now sits up, his face a mask of disbelief and anger as he turns around and grabs his opponent by a handful of hair. He pulls him in, snarling in pain and rage as he signals to Ms. Miyamoto once more! The crowd goes wild! As Shadowlove falls back for the Dark Gift, Howard shoves him, causing his head to slip out of Shadowlove’s arm! Shadowlove hits the mat back first as Black runs back to the ropes, rebounds, and nails a recovering Shadowlove with the Seventh Seal! Shadowlove’s head cracks back into the mat as Black leers over him on one knee. Black slowly reaches over and takes the wrist of Shadowlove. A sly smile comes over his face as his other arm loops gently over the shoulder of his unconscious opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh god, no.
Gravedigger: Are you disputing my claim?
Jimmy Garcia: What? No, fine, you win, the Grateful Dead suck. But this is uncalled for!
Howard rolls over, snaking his legs around Shadowlove’s waist as he applies the Kimura Lock! The instant he applies pressure to the elbow of his opponent, Shadowlove’s eyes snap open. He screams in pain as he flails for the ropes, his free hand stretching out! Howard tightens his body scissor, constricting the breathing of Shadowlove as he locks the hold in tighter, his teeth clenched in determination as his eyes wide and crazed.
Jimmy Garcia: This has to be the end! This has to!
Sweat pours down the face of Shadowlove as he attempts to drag himself, his hand trembling as he continues to grasp in vain for the bottom rope. Ms. Miyamoto slams on the apron, screaming for Shadowlove to keep pushing. The hand trembles, shaking as the Handsome Half-Breed screams out once more. Finally, the hand drops – but not to tap. Shadowlove’s eyes close as his body goes limp, and the ref signals for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: And with that, the ref has ended the match. Shadowlove has passed out under the pain of the Kimura.
Gravedigger: What a fucking pussy. If I were Black, I’d snap his arm out of spite.
Howard releases the hold as “Lost Boys” hits the PA. The audience boos loudly as he shoves Shadowlove off of him and pushes himself to his feet. He raises his arms to the crowd, met with a chorus of boos.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by knock out, “The Lost Boy” Howard Black!
Jimmy Garcia: Another notch in the win column of Howard Black. One can only wonder what Crow is thinking.
Gravedigger: He’s probably pissing his pants. Or getting life insurance.
Black grabs the crucifix necklace from the turnbuckle, placing it over his neck before stepping out of the ring. On the floor, Ms. Miyamoto comes at him with her copy of the Wall Street Journal raised. She swings it down, but her wrist is caught. Black tightens his grip for a moment, staring her in the eyes, before tossing her hand away and turning to the back. Miyamoto stares stunned at him as he walks back up the ramp and to the back. |
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