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UCI: Overload (7/4/16: COMPLETE) Jul 5, 2016 1:36:01 GMT -6 Spencer Adams likes this

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UCI Television Championship

Dustin Beaver © vs Wentworth Updegraff Jr.

Taylor Lorde: Our next match, is for deeee Yoooou...Seeeee...Eyeeee...Television Titleeeeee!

Tonight's white hot crowd pops huge, but those cheers soon turn into mega heel heat as we hear “The Standard of Sophistication's”, "Playa" by D-loc begin to play. Wentworth doesn't walk out however. Instead, Hunter Updegraff arrives first, dancing down 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 dat makes the ladies think about master...ing wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, your NEXT UCI TV champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!

Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing his physique. 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. Robe still wrapped around him.

Hunter Updegraff: There he is baby! That NEW TV champ everybody been wantin for'. 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 with Wentworth for some Instagram moments.

Gravedigger: Hey! Wut! Wut! Your boi, Wavedigger here! #beachkrew for sealyfe! This Midwest crowd be waterlogged. Ignore these betas, Huntah!

Jimmy Garcia: Gravedigger's past associations with the now legendary group, hashtag beachkrew flaring up here as the crowd are not so enamoured by Wentworth's arrival.

Gravedigger: The hell you doin, JC? This ain't description for the blind...learn your craft, fool! Now, where be dat #beachkrew traitor, Dustin Beaver!

Skrillek and Diplo's Where 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. He then points with both hands at Wentworth and a booing Hunter. Beaver looks determined as he marches down to the ring, staring at his opponent.

His manager, Vengeance, walks a few paces behind him.

Gravedigger: Look at this lost deluded fool, Create-a-commentator Garcia! He's turned his back on a #beachkrew brother, he's holding another man's gold. It's a disgrace!

Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth and Dustin's history together has been short but storied, Gravedigger; there battles for this title are rapidly becoming the stuff of internet legend!

Gravedigger: Yeah, well there's gonna be some hits dealt out tonight, that's so sure!

Taylor approaches Beaver with the leather strap (about eight foot in length) and affixes it around his left wrist with a lock and key.

Jimmy Garcia: Taylor there with the light bondage.

Gravedigger: She's not used to being up top, Garcia. Look at that trashy hoe! She's a slave bitch all day long!

Jimmy Garcia: Ahem. No interest in the new Ghostbusters then?

Gravedigger: Shut up, fool! Get on with it!

Jimmy Garcia: Okay, quick recap on the rules of this match: each ring post has been labelled one to four, they must all be struck IN ORDER while attached to your opponent by the leather strap for the match to be won.

Gravedigger: Classic rules, you can't go wrong!

Jimmy Garcia: We'll see...

Vengeance refuses to leave the ring until the bell sounds, his presence under protest from Hunter. Taylor approaches Wentworth with the opposite end of the strap, who takes a step back, then another as Taylor approaches once more; Vengeance steps up to Wentworth arguing, but is met with Hunter. Those two jaw jack as--

Wentworth surges forward, concealed object! He cracks Beaver over the head with a lead pipe hidden beneath his robe and tosses the object out of the ring before referee Phil Brooks can see it! Beaver stumbles against ring one, dazed. Wentworth wraps the strap around his wrist and calls for the bell to sound. Phil obliges, eager to get the match underway, but unaware of what just happened!

Jimmy Garcia: Punk, no!

Gravedigger: Yes!

Straight right hands by Wentworth as the yanks Dustin forward for a short arm smash. Dustin's cut open as the ring is cleared. More right hands as Beaver tries to rope a dope but his legs are cut away from him by a kick. Wentworth hits post one!

DING!

Taylor Lorde: Post one has been struck. Wentworth Updegraff has three more posts remaining!

Wentworth wraps the strap around Beaver's throat, hitting a German Suplex while strangling Beaver in the process! While down on the mat, Wentworth pulls on the strap, choking the life out of Dustin!

Jimmy Garcia: Dustin looks to be in a bad way, blood pouring from that heinous attack!

Vengeance at ring side slams his hands against the mat, willing his young charge back to his feet. Dustin reaches out as the crowd wills him on--

Crowd: Beaver! Beaver! Beaver! Beaver!

Gravedigger: You know that's just a coincidence, right? Look at this fat, male demographic! They're just crying out for what they've never had!

Beaver hooks a free arm under the calf of Updegraff and lifts him up for a fireman's carry, switches it in mid air and hits an improvised michinoku driver!

Crowd: Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit!

Dustin on his feet now, arm hooked to that strap and a dead weight Updegraff. He drags his opponent over to ring post one. Step after step is laboured, he's almost there, almost there...

Yanked back! Dustin stumbles to the mat as Updegraff is back on his feet, pulling the strap towards him, Dustin tries to get to his feet, applying the breaks, but Updegraff's superior strength wins out and Dustin is pulled forward; Dustin however changes tactics and RUNS at Updegraff, hitting a running missile dropkick!

Jimmy Garcia: Nailed him with that flying double leg kick!

Gravedigger: Missile drop-kick you imbecile!

Beaver drills a downed Updegraff with more rights and lefts as he goes full MMA on Wentworth's now bloodied face. He fireman lifts Updegraff and carries him over to ring post one; slams his palm down hard on the ring post.

DING!

Taylor Lorde: Post one has been struck. Dustin Beaver has three more posts remaining!

Beaver climbs the ring post and begins to hook in the arms for a top rope Pedigree. Phil Brooks looks on, almost proud as Beaver screams at the crowd that this is it!

LOW BLOW! Updegraff floats over Beaver and hits a TOP ROP SUNSET FLIP DRIVER!

Crowd: Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit! Holeeee sheeit!

Both competitors stay down for a few moments, blood and swat running down their shattered bodies as Brooks check up on them, Updegraff up first, Fireman carries Beaver to ring post two as Beaver wriggles free and hits an inverted hurricanrana!

Jimmy Garcia: Beaver on auto pilot there with that odd Lucha Libre move!

Gravedigger: Odd? It was a Hurricanrana! YEEZUS CHRIST!

Dustin is up as he hits--

Taylor Lorde: Post two has been struck! Dustin Beaver has two more posts remaining!

Beaver lifts Updegraff to his feet and goes for a DDT, blocked! Updegraff with a spear into ring post two as he hits--

Taylor Lorde: Post two has been struck! Wentworth Updegraff has two more posts remaining!

Snake eyes on Dustin as the blood loss starts to take it's toll on Beaver! Updegraff with a Brainbuster; slamming Dustin's head down hard onto the mat! The standard of sophistication drags Dustin over to ring post three, as it's Dustin's turn now to put on the breaks, change tactics quick however as he goes for broke and runs the ropes, using his impressive athletic ability to hit a head scissor takedown on on Updegraff just as he--

Taylor Lorde: Post three has been struck! Wentworth Updegraff has one more post remaining!

Updegraff is down after the head scissor. Dustin drags himself up by the ropes, slams his palm as--

Taylor Lorde: Post three has been struck! Dustin Beaver has one more post remaining!

Jimmy Garcia: One more post for Beaver, one more for Updegraff, this has been an absolute war!

Clothesline attempt by Updegraff as both competitors are back on their feet in the centre of the ring. Beaver ducks, goes for a bionic elbow, sidestepped by Wentworth, locks in a belly to belly; blocked by Dustin--

BEAVER TO BELLY!

Updegraff is down as the crowd are on their feet! Beaver dragging that dead weight of Updegraff closer and closer to victory, one step over another...slow, but assured. This is it, this is the moment, can Beaver retain. Can he do it?

Updegraff up on his feet, he cannons forward and shoves Beaver in the back, who Cactus clotheslines over the top rope! Beaver is helpless as he caught between the ropes, Brooks rushes over to try and prise them apart, helped by Vengence and the ring crew as a smug and assured Wentworth takes a bow to a chorus of boos. He saunters over to ring post four, a jaunty little step as Beaver's face turns blue.

Jimmy Garcia: For gawd's sake man, help Beaver!

Updegraff flips off Garcia as he smirks and casually slams his palm down on ring post four.

Taylor Lorde: Your winner, and NEW TV CHAMPION....WENTWORTH UPDEGRAFF, JR!

Hunter enters the ring, bounding towards his brother as Beaver is finally set loose from the ropes, only to watch his prised belt is being handed over to this nemesis. Vengeance has his arm over his client and shouts “This isn't over” as he escorts Beaver out of the ring to a standing ovation!

Jimmy Garcia: Standing ovation by the crowd there, Beaver gave it his all tonight! He was moments away from victory, it could have gone either way

Gravedigger: That's all it takes in this business, Garcia, a split second to change history.

Last Edit: Jul 5, 2016 1:56:04 GMT -6 by Results

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UCI: Overload (7/4/16: COMPLETE) Jul 5, 2016 1:43:27 GMT -6 Spencer Adams likes this

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Post by Results on Jul 5, 2016 1:43:27 GMT -6

Co-Main Event

Tag Team Match

Mayor D. Sanchez & Jayden Thunder vs Polar Phantasm & Bonnie Blue

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'."

Jimmy Garcia: It’s time for the first of our main events tonight folks, a match where we’ll see Polar Phantasm and the Daughter of Time, Bonnie Blue take on the Lightning Striker and Chicago’s esteemed mayor.

Gravedigger: Nothing about what you just said sounds even remotely like a wrestling match.

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.

Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, first; residing in Antarctica, Nevada. He is the Sub-Zero Spectre… Polaaaaaaaaaaar Phan-ta-zumm!

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 waits patiently for his partner and friend to join him inside the ring.

Gravedigger: There’s still something about these Guardians that doesn’t seem right to me.

Jimmy Garcia: Always the cynic ‘digger. These guys and gals are the best thing that’s happened to UCI, somebody’s gotta keep the bad guys in check.

Smoke covers the stage as the opening riff of Erock's "Doctor Who Meets Metal" echoes through the venue; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat.

Taylor Lorde: … And his tag-team partner, coming to us tonight from an undisclosed location. She is the Daughter of Time, Bonnnnnnnnnnnie Bloooooooooooooo!

Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment.

Jimmy Garcia: Listen to this crowd, they’re going crazy for the Guardians.

Gravedigger: Tiny minds like shiny things Jimmy. This isn’t breaking news

She then sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring, embracing her friend with a hearty windmill high-five, not unlike those seen in Topgun as they await their opposition.

Jimmy Garcia: It’s going to be a steep mountain to climb for Thunder and Sanchez tonight, going up against an established team that knows each other so well.

Gravedigger: With all of the elemental references and such in this match, it’s starting to look like an Earth, Wind and Fire concert up in here.

Jimmy Garcia: On that note, we’ll be back with this tag-team contest after this quick word from one of our sponsors

Gravedigger: Ba de ya, say do you remember… Ba de ya, dancing in September.

Taylor Lorde: And their opponents, first; already in the ring. He is, the Lightning Striker… Jayden Thunnnnnnnderrrrrrr.

The crowd begins to boo Jayden as he stands opposite the Guardians, looking like Crossfit Jesus on crack. Polar and Bonnie discuss strategy, and reflect on their respective lunches whilst playing rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock to determine who will start as the legal competitor in this match. After what seems like five minutes of pulling symmetrical hand gestures, none of which resemble any of the available options, eventually Bonnie Blue draws rock to Polar’s scissors and her partner steps out onto the apron.
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are simply sighing and muttering their distaste at first but as always, this morphs into a deafening chorus of boos just before the chorus.

Taylor Lorde: Aaaand his tag-team partner, residing in Chicago’s City Hollow. He is the Mayor of Chicago and current Rising Stars cham....

David Sanchez: Stop my music! … And somebody silence that virginal banshee before her sugary-sweet tones give us all diabetes.

David walks out onto the stage, still dressed in his charcoal suit, complete with a grey shirt and purple tie. In truth he looked more ready for competition earlier in the evening when he interfered in the fatal four-way match. His emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow down the ramp, flanked by four of his faceless riot guards, their shields held in formation to shelter Chicago’s mayor from the hostile Minnesota crowd. Disheartened by this intrusion, Taylor Lorde steps out of the ring and begins to move back towards the timekeeper’s booth. Looking into the ring at Polar Phantasm and Bonnie Blue, his eyes not falling upon his supposed partner even for a split second, David walks around the ring towards the announcer, a folded sheet of paper in his hand while the Rising Stars championship shines it’s golden glow from around his waist.

David Sanchez: Taylor… Taylor… Taylor. I know it’s your first night on the job but you’ve got to learn to take things with a pinch of salt around here sweetheart. I was only kidding. Call it an initiation of sorts, you have a lovely voice really, I’m sure it’ll break around the same time as your hymen. I’m going to need you to use it for these parasites once more tonight.

Sanchez approaches the young lady and hands her the note which she then unfolds and begins to read. Upon completion, she draws the mayor a look of disbelief as the other three participants in the match begin to look impatient. Polar Phantasm in particular begins to shout obscenities towards David. He had been waiting to get his hands on the mayor for almost a week now, ever since their first altercation at a construction site in Hope Valley last week. His eagerness is met with apathy by the mayor though, who simply smiles at Taylor Lorde, ignoring the pending contest and urging her to make an announcement.

Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been brought to my attention that the personal physician of David Sanchez has deemed him to be unfit for active competition here tonight. Due to this, our General Manager has declared that this match now be carried out under handicap rules.

David smiles out at the crowd who boo him, allowing their hostility to engulf him, wrapping around his body like a warm blanket of hate. Polar Phantasm seems equally as pissed off with this development, but nobody in the entire arena seems more offended by these revelations than Jayden Thunder who has to nurse back a stiff gulp as the perspiration begins to form on his brow. Rather than head backstage, the Rising Stars champion takes a seat at the commentary table, opting to place himself next to Garcia rather than Gravedigger, given their history.

Gravedigger: Well it looks like we’re being joined on commentary by David Sanchez now, who just lived up to his reputation and pussied out of yet another contest.

David Sanchez: How’s your hip Gravedigger?

Gravedigger: Fuck your mom, Sanchez.

David Sanchez: She’s too tired from fucking your dad, old timer.

Jimmy Garcia: Guys! There’s a match about to start in the ring. Set your handbags down and save it for Twitter.

Ding Ding Ding!

As soon as the bell has sounded, Thunder charges towards Polar Phantasm, looking to gain the advantage before his opponents can make use of the numbers game. Unfortunately for Jayden however, in his haste, he leaves himself completely exposed as he charges, waltzing straight into a kick in the abdomen. Wasting no motion, The Icy Spectre hooks his opponents leg as well as his arms and hoists him into the air for a fisherman’s suplex, before dropping him straight down upon his neck and back.

Jimmy Garcia: The Ice Cap! This match is all but over folks.

Gravedigger: Way to throw a guy to the wolves Sanchez!

David Sanchez: I’m sorry, am I supposed to care?

As soon as Polar has driven Thunder into the mat, he walks across to Bonnie, tagging his partner whilst never taking his eyes off the Rising Stars champion at ringside, convinced that this is a set-up and that Sanchez will attack them at the first possible opening. The Daughter of Time leaps from the apron onto the top rope before contorting her body in the air, spiraling a full revolution before landing perfectly atop Jayden Thunder with a corkscrew senton and going for the pinfall.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

As soon as the bell tolls on this contest, Sanchez leaves the announcer’s table and steps up onto the apron of the ring where both Guardians have now assembled a united front against him. Looking somewhat offended by their suspicion, the mayor holds his hands up and tells them that he does not mean them any harm before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Upon his hands are a pair of blue, polyvinyl gloves which he must have slipped on during his brief visit to the commentary table. He takes both Polar and Bonnie by the wrist and raises their hands in victory.

Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, Polar Phantasm and Bonnie Blue: The Guaaaaaardians!

Taylor Lorde’s announcement makes it official, but the fans are relatively hushed given Sanchez’ inclusion in their celebration, not knowing quite what to make of the corrupt mayor congratulating them. Although no microphones are present in the ring, we can hear the mayor saying a few choice words to the Guardians.

David Sanchez: If I ever catch you, or any of your mutant friends snooping around my property again. It will be the very last thing you do, on this earth or any other.

No sooner had David finished his statement and let their arms go than had he been drilled in the gut by a swift kick from Bonnie Blue. This allows Phantasm to lift up the mayor of Chicago and deliver one more Ice Cap. The crowd finally erupts for the Guardians, now that the snake in the grass has been beheaded. Bonnie Blue and Polar share another greatly exaggerated windmill high-five before leaving up the ramp whilst Sanchez writhes in pain on the canvas.

Jimmy Garcia: The Guardians didn’t wait for Sanchez to show his true nature here tonight, beating him to the punch, or finisher as it were.

Gravedigger: Few things in life bring me greater joy than watching that prick get dropped on his head.

Last Edit: Dec 29, 2016 2:50:31 GMT -6 by Spencer Adams

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Main Event

Crow McMorris vs Kyle Cameron

Overload comes back from a commercial with a shot of the crowd. "So Whatcha Want" hits the airwaves and jeering erupts from the crowd as Kyle Cameron theatrically emerges from the curtain.

Taylor Lorde: The following contest is the main event scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from the mean streets of Downtown Los Angeles! At six feet tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Main Attraction” Kyle Cameron!

The crowd hurdling abuse towards him, he pulls a black Sharpie from his pocket, offering to sign his autograph for the crowd in the front row, although no one takes him up on it. A random crowd member yells at him "YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!" to which Kyle replies "You're just jealous of me!" The crowd continue booing him as he gets in the ring, trying to pull off awesome poses in the middle of the ring, even though he just makes himself look silly.

Jimmy Garcia: This Kyle Cameron fellow seems like a real class act.

Gravedigger: You mean Generic Egotistical Heel #3? Wake me up when an original act comes out.

Jimmy Garcia: Well you could always try changing up your routine up a bit as well. The whole cranky veteran schtick is-

Gravedigger: If you finish that sentence I swear to God I will make you eat that dollar store, clip on tie you're wearing.

The house lights die. The sound of cawing crows now echo throughout the arena as deep purple spotlights dance across the faces of screaming, attentive fans. As the ear splitting sound of the flock reaching it's crescendo. There's a moment of silence before “Another Body Murdered”, by Faith No More and the Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E kicks in. The relentless beat snarls while a lone purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a Infinity-tron of breakneck imagery; Kick! Wham! Cuttah! The unworthy falling victim before the might of the Murdah Musheen. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories as the Scarecrow finally emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by smoke and light with only that luminous purple and black skull bandana visible. Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his taped right hand and steps forward, only now gaining depth and detail as he begins his focused procession down the steel ramp. We realize now that "El Fantasma" is wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "El Fantasma", are emblazoned across the back in purple.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Kaz Mazy’s Couch! At six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 236 pounds. He is the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Crow Muddafukkin’ McMorris!

The spotlight above follows CMAC at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle, eager to dissect some poor hapless bastard within. Eventually (after Crow is satisfied that his mind games are complete) dat dayum Z-Saiyan saunters over the top rope and enters the ring, removing his hoodie and bandana and throwing them at a ring hand. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. After the pop, Crow leaps down and leans his muscular back against the ring post, assuming a demeanour of nonchalance, tinged with cold, almost sociopathic, menace.

Gravedigger: The hell was that? Our new announcer butchered the entrance of our World Champion? FIRE HER! THAT IDIOT PRICE HIRED A MORON!

Jimmy Garcia: Well that's not fair, she's been doing a great job all night. Plus she's new so she deserves a bit of a break.

Gravedigger: Think with your brain damn it. I know you want to bang the new girl and all, but we can't tolerate a botch of that caliber. Our World Champion deserves a better introduction!

Senior Referee Philip Brooks holds the ropes open for Taylor to exit the ring before taking the UCI World Heavyweight Title from Crow McMorris and handing it off to her.

Jimmy Garcia: There you see the ultimate prize in all of UCI, which we should stress is not on the line tonight. However if Kyle Cameron did happen to win tonight you'd have to think he'd be in line for a title shot down the road.

Gravedigger: But there's no way he's pinning the champ. Crow dah bess!

Crow with his back turned as he's using the ropes to stretch out. The referee starts to call for the bell when Cameron runs across the ring and shoves Crow into the corner chest first. Cameron with some wild punches to the back of the head as Crow tries to fight his way out of the ring. The referee trying to pull Cameron off until Cameron rolls Crow up from behind.

Jimmy Garcia: The referee trying to tell Cameron he never called for the bell to start the match so he can't count, but Cameron is too wrapped up in the moment.

Gravedigger: This referee is terrible! Get in there and get that moron off of him! Protect our champ!

Cameron shoving Crow to the side and he gets in the referee's face, demanding to know why he didn't count the pin. The referee explaining but Cameron is having none of it. He's demanding the bell be rung but the referee gives Crow a chance to get to his feet before he does.

Ding Ding Ding!

Jimmy Garcia: And now this match has officially begun!

Cameron runs at Crow before leaping up, looking for a clothesline. Crow sees it coming and lets loose with a right hand right to the gut. Cameron lands on his feet and Crow hits him with a jawbreaker. Cameron still on his feet, holding onto his jaw, until Crow finally drops him with a enziguri.

Gravedigger: The champ with some incredible offense! What strikes!

Jimmy Garcia: Not that I don't enjoy your style of commentary, but could you be more biased?

Gravedigger: Learn your place rookie!

Crow hooks the leg for the pin.

One!

Jimmy Garcia: And Cameron gets the shoulder up at one!

Crow back up to his feet, pulling Cameron up with him. Crow goes for the Murder Of Crows but Cameron counters it. Cameron with some kicks to the shins before he grabs Crow and shoots him into the ropes. Crow comes back and Cameron takes him to the mat with a Thesz press. Cameron with right hands to the face until the referee reaches a 4 count. Cameron to his feet but he quickly goes back on the attack, kicking Crow in the face as he tries to get up. Cameron now with the cover.

One!

Gravedigger: And Crow gets his shoulder up! Come on Champ, quit going easy on the kid!

Cameron the first back up to his feet and he pulls Crow in, looking for The Show Stopper. Crow blocks it and shoots Cameron into the ropes. Cameron comes back and Crow doubles him over with a knee to the gut. Crow again tries for the Murder Of Crows but Cameron shoves him off into the corner. Crow leaps up onto the second rope, then the top rope before leaping off with a moonsault into Cameron.

Jimmy Garcia: What a move!

Gravedigger: See! I knew you'd come around!

Crow up to his feet, pulling Cameron with him. Cameron from out of nowhere with a low blow with the referee in the wrong spot to see it. Crow starts to fall over until Cameron pulls him in and hits The Show Stopper.

Jimmy Garcia: PIN!

One!

Two!

T-

Gravedigger: Crow got the shoulder up! Disqualify that cheater! We all saw him hit Crow below the belt!

Crow still on the mat holding onto himself as Cameron is arguing the call. The referee is trying to figure out if Cameron hit Crow in the balls when Cameron pulls Crow back up. Cameron setting up for another Show Stopper but Crow reverses it into the Murder Of Crows. Crow with the pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Crow McMorris!

Jimmy Garcia: And Crow McMorris wins tonight!

Gravedigger: As expected. I never doubted the champ for a second.

Jimmy Garcia: But it wasn't a bad effort by Kyle Cameron at all. With the exception of that cheap shot, he wrestled a great match here.

Gravedigger: Oh stop already, the guy lost and that's that. Don't try to glorify a loss.

"Another Body Murdered" hits the PA system as Crow gets to his feet gingerly, still cupping himself as the referee raises his arm. The referee retrieves the UCI World Heavyweight Title and hands it to Crow, who walks to the ropes to hold himself up.

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Spencer Adams: I moved participating characters old bios into active for match writing purposes. Feel free to update if you'd like. Sept 3, 2019 18:50:01 GMT -6

Derrick Vayden: Bobby RAAAAAAAAAAAAGE Sept 3, 2019 18:43:10 GMT -6

Spencer Adams: BREAKING NEWS: CIVIL WAR MATCH UPDATED TO A 5 ON 5 CONTEST WITH ANDRE HOLMES AND BOBBY RAGE SET TO COMPETE. Sept 2, 2019 13:56:02 GMT -6

jenson: Fixed all the broken stuff so the site actually looks better now (by fixed I mean deleted or disabled) Aug 28, 2019 12:35:09 GMT -6

Spencer Adams: IF YOU WANNA SIGN UP, LET ME KNOW FOR SURE TODAY. WILL DROP A CARD TOMORROW. Aug 5, 2019 13:40:07 GMT -6

Deleted: Sorry for being a flaky little bitch. Umeji is back, and loving life. Aug 4, 2019 15:44:51 GMT -6

Spencer Adams: UPDATE: SHOW DATE BUMPED TO SEPT. 23RD TO ACCOMODATE FOR EFED SCHEDULING CONFLICTS WITH AW Aug 3, 2019 12:18:28 GMT -6