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Introduction.

UCI: Overload opens up with the cameras pointing around the Kohl Center. Different sections of the crowd are highlighted but eventually, the cameras revert back to Gravedigger, and Jimmy Garcia at the announce table.

Jimmy Garcia: Ladies, and gentlemen. Welcome to another episode of UCI: Overload. We are here live in the Kohl Center here in Madison, Wisconsin. An amazing card is set out for you tonight. Jessica Buck will face Wentworth Updegraff Jr. for the UCI Television Championship!

Gravedigger: Who cares? It’s all about that main event. The dream match that everyone has been waiting for. Howard Black vs Andre Holmes in our main event!

Jimmy Garcia: But we also have The Guardians, Polar Phantasm and Bonnie Blue, against Erin Fausse and Julian Mercury.

Gravedigger: Alright, enough of the crap. Let’s get it on!

"Relentless" by New Years Day blasts over the Kohl Center's speaker system, accompanied by the flashing, dancing light show typical of Andre Holmes' entrance, as well as a chorus of cheers from the fans in attendance. However, Andre emerges from behind the curtain with a scowl on his face in place of his usual smiling visage.

Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes coming out here like a man on a mission!

Holmes storms down the ramp to the ring, eyes fixed solely on the squared circle in front of him, not bothering to pay any attention to the legion of fans still chanting his name. He ascends the steps and steps between the middle ropes, calling for a microphone as his theme music dies out. A nebbish man in a gaudy suit obliges his request, handing the Relentless One a microphone before scuttling back to his seat by the bell.

Gravedigger: Someone get that mic away from him.

Holmes paces to the center of the ring and pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts.

Andre Holmes: You know... I've been playing last week over and over again in my head and I can't help but think that if Erin Fausse has been right about one thing in her entire life, it's that I should've seen that coming.

The crowd reflexively boos at the mention of Erin Fausse.

Andre Holmes: I should've known that no good fucking snake would pull some shit like that. And of course, she'll try and hide behind her God as some kind of excuse or bullshit justification. Try and frame it so I'm in the wrong. As if. But, no. No, Erin: no one's buying that. Can't you hear these people?

Cue massive pop from the crowd.

Gravedigger: Pandering bastard.

Andre Holmes: Every person in this arena can see that you're full of shit.

Erin Fausse: Oh, fuck these people.

The crowd erupts into boos as Erin Fausse saunters out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. She shrugs at the reaction and makes her way down to the ring.

Jimmy Garcia: Here comes one of the slimiest members of the UCI roster.

Gravedigger: Mispronounced smartest.

Jimmy Garcia: Are you being serious or deliberately contrarian?

Erin Fausse: Fuck these people and their arbitrary standards for who their heroes and villains are. After all, all it takes to get in their good graces is to kiss their collective asses enough, right?

Fausse pauses momentarily at the ringside area, cocking her head and squinting at Andre with a sinister grin on her face, before climbing the steps and mirroring his actions upon entering the ring. She parts her lips, but the overwhelming avalanche of boos cut her off. She waits for the audience to tire themselves out before bringing the microphone up to her lips.

Erin Fausse: But these are your people, aren't they? The dullards and fucking losers who make you look like a semi-functional human being. The cowards who sit in judg--

Andre Holmes: Shut the fuck up you sanctimonious cunt. These people are cowards? By whose standards? Yours? The woman who's made her career on cheap shots and hiding behind God to excuse her actions. Takes one to know one, I guess.

Erin Fausse: What, did I strike a nerve? You gonna do something about it?

Andre Holmes: Yeah, actually. You, me: Beachmania. One on one; no rules for you to bend, no honor for you to exploit.

Erin Fausse: Oh, Andre: you got me all wrong. I don't want to have to beat you again. I just want you to see the--

Andre Holmes: Light. Right, yeah totally. God's so important to you, that you only bring him up when you want to make excuses and justify your actions. Give me a fucking break.

Erin Fausse: Cute. Really; did you think about that one all day? Here's a newsflash, Andre: it's not happening. Your little bullshit revenge power fantasy is just that - a fucking fant--

The crowd erupts in thunderous applause as Andre Holmes, sick of Erin's shit, finally cracks her on the head with his microphone. Erin drops to the mat clutching her head as Andre goes to town, laying in stomps on the fallen woman as she thrashes and struggles to roll away, to no avail. He finishes his assault with one huge kick to her face, busting her nose and leaving her lying motionless in the ring.

Gravedigger: What a scumbag.

Jimmy Garcia: He just gave her a taste of her own medicine!

Gravedigger: I'm not surprised to hear you condone the actions of this piece of shit.

Holmes brings the microphone back up to his lips.

Andre Holmes: You, me, Beachmania: no disqualifications.

He drops the mic to the canvas before making his way to the back as "Relentless" by New Years Day plays over the speakers once more.

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Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for one fall!

"One Step Closer" by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Luke lumbers down to the ring, accompanied by his invisible girlfriend, M. Lady.

Gravedigger: This guy reminds me of my friend Billy, if he was mildly retarded and thoroughly inbred.

Jimmy Garcia: Um, Harsh! Welcome to Overload folks.

Gravedigger: What? Are you telling me that’s your type Jim?

Jimmy Garcia: Moving swiftly on! Last week we seen this man decimated with a barbed wire bat, and he’s still showing some of the scars from that encounter.

As Jimmy Garcia had pointed out, Luke’s visible portions of skin that aren’t entirely covered in matted hair can be seen to be accommodating several Elastoplast strips sporting children’s designs.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from the largest room in his dorm! At six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 350 pounds. He is Luke, “Plaugeson of Nurgle”

He flashes his hairy palms for the camera, before taking a swig from his cup of suspicious liquid. He places the cup on the steps before ascending them and awkwardly stumbling into the ring to a tepid applause from the hill-folk.

Gravedigger: Now we’re set to see the debut of another newcomer to our little slice of the pie. The Redneck Wrestling Machine is a globally known competitor and has recently came out of retirement to prove he can hang with the big dogs here at United Championship Infinite.

Jimmy Garcia: He’s a multiple time champion and a Hall of Famer partner, you could sound a little more enthusiastic.

Gravedigger: …. Yay!.... Adam Young with accomplishments…. Just what this place needed.

A thin layer of smoke covers the stage as Drink In My Hand cues. As the chorus kicks in Cane steps out on to the stage to the delight of the fans.

Jimmy Garcia: You see ‘digger, the crowd loves him already. You’re just a cynical old man reflecting on your own mortality.

Gravedigger: … Really? You want to go down that path?

Jimmy Garcia: I… Well, no…

Cane turns up a beer bottle and pyro goes off on each side of him.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Nashville, Tennessee! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. He is “The Redneck Wrestling Machine” Chris Cane!

Once at ringside, he climbs to each turnbuckle holding his hands up whilst the audience seize the opportunity to capture this moment on their cameras and camera-phones.

Ding Ding Ding!

Jimmy Garcia: That’s the opening bell and this crowd is going nuts for Chris Cane.

Gravedigger: Last week they went nuts for a guy who got famous jumping off his mom’s garage onto a trampoline. These people; not unlike you Jimmy - are fickle bitches.

As the bell brings the match to life, Luke, not known for his technical prowess charges at the returning veteran before he can fully comprehend what is happening. Making no attempt at performing an actual maneuver Luke throws the entirety of his body weight into and through Chris Cane, knocking them both to the canvas.

Gravedigger: STURRRRR-IKE!

Jimmy Garcia: Luke coming into this match with the grace and elegance of a bowling-ball being dropped onto a can of soup.

Gravedigger: Oh shit, he’s sizing him up for the Hashtag Kawaii Explosion. That vicegrip with those big ol’ hairy hands of his.

Jimmy Garcia: … You don’t actually say ‘hashtag.’

Gravedigger: Getting a bit sick of your shit tonight Jimmy.

Luke is sweating profusely already and finds himself having to wipe his hairy-ass palms on his stained sweatpants to dry them off before attempting the vice grip so that he doesn’t simply allow his grip to slide over Chris Cane. Taken aback that Luke actually managed to execute any kind of offense, the Redneck Wrestling Machine climbs back up to his feet whilst Luke licks his fingertips after noticing that one of the stains on his sweatpants were in fact KFC gravy. Wasting no motion, Cane charges, pouncing on Luke and taking the big man down with a Lou Thesz Press. Punch after punch connects with either side of Dat Boi Luke’s face, immediately removing the children’s plasters which were concealing the wounds inflicted last week by Eli Young.

Gravedigger: Is there a more satisfying sight in the world than watching some fat guy get beat on?

Jimmy Garcia: Chris Cane has just exploded into this match after being taken off guard from the get-go. He’s got Luke busted open already though, if the veteran’s worth his salt this match won’t go on much longer.

Gravedigger: Of course it won’t, Luke’s blood type is Ragu. He’ll be dying to get backstage and stir some tagliatelle up in that shit.

The referee pulls Cane from the fallen behemoth who is now squealing as the pasta sauce/blood pours from a variety of lacerations in his face. Chris is backed off a little further by Phil Brooks who then checks if Luke is able to continue. The sight of his blood and thought of food being wasted throws Luke into a blind rage and as he starts getting to his feet he swings violently at absolutely nothing, before eventually getting to a vertical base, only to be grounded once more courtesy of Chris Cane’s finishing move; a superkick… go figure.

Jimmy Garcia: Tennessee Knock-Out!

Gravedigger: This match, like Luke’s dream of being a figure skater is over.

As sure as the veteran analyst had called it, Chris Cane drops down onto Luke’s morbidly out of shape body and covers him, attempting to hook the leg at first but eventually just giving up wrapping his arms around the tree-trunk sized thigh.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by pinfall; The Redneck Wrestling Machine, Chris Caneeeeeeeee!

Chris celebrates his first victory in UCI by chugging a bottle of beer whilst Luke desperately cups his hands under his chin whilst running (boarding his rascal and slowly driving) to the back so as not to waste any of the precious passata.

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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 perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in UCI.

You made a fool outta me,

You took the skin right off my back honey.

So don’t breathe when I talk,

‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.

The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Orange County, California! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is “The Mayor of Chicago” David Sanchez!

David’s 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 pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.

I’ve got a gun for a mouth,

‘Got a bullet with your name on it.

As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.

"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 for what is about to be the "New" wrestling trend in the UCI.

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.

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. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. 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.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Madison, Wisconsin! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Miyamoto, “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove!

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.

The music 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 the opponent in the ring (if there), he looks and walks straight ahead, staring at his opponent. His manager, Vengeance, walks a few paces behind him.

"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 their opponents! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 226 pounds. He is Jay Omega, and Dustin Beaver!

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.

The bell sounds and we're off!

Jimmy Garcia: Thank you for joining us here at UCI's Overload!

Gravedigger: Another week in the books and we have two major hitters in Sanchez and Omega squaring off!

Jimmy Garcia: You can't forget about Shadowlove and Beaver though!

Gravedigger: I just want to take Beaver by the neck and punch him in the eyeballs.

Jimmy Garcia: That's not nice.

Gravedigger: It's true! It's true, though!

The tag match is hotly contested with both teams making powerful moves to get their offense in. Omega takes control but with a missed opportunity has to make a tag to Beaver as Shadowlove was looking to end things early. Beaver gets in and finally gets an upperhand until Shadowlove makes a tag to Sanchez who now gets his work in!

Jimmy Garcia: Oh! What a move!

Gravedigger: Both men are down!

Jimmy Garcia: More tag team action when UCI's Overload ROLLS on!

We cut to a commercial break.

We come back from commercial as Sanchez is in control trying to make a hot tag to Omega but is cut off! Sanchez tags in Shadowlove and a tag team move is performed!

Jimmy Garcia: Interesting to see them pull that off.

Gravedigger: Some guys just have it, Jimmy. Some guys can just connect well with others even though they may not like each other.. Like us!

Jimmy Garcia: Huh?

Gravedigger: Nothing.

Shadowlove makes a taunt but is rolled up Beaver with a quick two! Beaver gets to his feet and leaps for a tag but Shadowlove trips him up and he falls to the mat! He's dragged back to the corner where Sanchez comes back in but Beaver makes one more leap and hits the hot tag! Omega comes in like a man possessed and hits a clothesline on Sanchez! A clothesline on Shadowlove! Omega is ON FIREEEEEE.

Jimmy Garcia: Omega gettin' him some now!

Omega picks up Sanchez and throws him to the corner! He hits Breathtaking!

Gravedigger: Omega might have won it right here!

Omega turns around and Shadowlove hits A RUNNING, DIVING, RAMMING HEADBUTT! Omega is out! Shadowlove gets to his feet and Beaver turns him around and hits BEAVER TO BELLY! All four men are down!

Gravedigger: The ref can't remember who the legal man is!

Jimmy Garcia: This is out of control! All four men are down and the ref is looking for one team with the slight edge!

All four men stand up but Beaver nails Shadowlove out of the ring and Beaver turns around and Omega bumps into Beaver!

Gravedigger: Wait, those are teammates!

Beaver is shoved out of the ring by Omega, but then Omega turns around and is hit by Medusa’s Touch! Omega is out! Sanchez pins Omega!

Gravedigger: ONE! TWO!

Jimmy Garcia: Three! That's it! Sanchez wins it for his team!

Taylor Lorde: Introducing your winners, the team of Shadowlove and Mayor D. Sanchez!

Gravedigger: Omega gets pinned on Overload, a HUGE win for Sanchez!

Jimmy Garcia: The Mayor is looking real strong as hell here in UCI!

Gravedigger: No doubt about it!

Beaver is on the outside looking frustrated at Omega, Shadowlove is tauning on the other side of the ring and Sanchez is just happy he picked up the win.

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Hajeet Segment

Jimmy Garcia: As we continue here at Overload we're getting a live backstage look at .. something..

Gravedigger: What is that?!

Jimmy Garcia: That.. I have no idea.

We're shown on the video tron that someone is sneaking around the halls and is followed by a UCI Cameraman.

Jimmy Garcia: I'm assuming that's Professor Cameraman.

Gravedigger: All jokes aside, he's one of the best camera operators in the industry. Dude knows where the story is at all times!

The cameraman gets to close to the action as the man stops, turns around and just karate kicks the cameraman to the face and he crashes back down to the pavement backstage! We now see the man.

Jimmy Garcia: The hell?!?

Gravedigger: It's Hajeet! What's he doing here?!

Jimmy Garcia: Price suspended him last week for his outrageous attack on one of our staff members and now he's attacking the camera man!

Gravedigger: Ahh, come on, not Professor! He's good!

Hajeet picks up Professor and gives another karate kick to the face sending him to his back.

Hajeet: PRAISE ME!! PRAISE ME!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM HAJEET! POWERFUL. ROYALTY. PURE. PRAISE ME!! PRAISE ME!!

Three refs come over to break it apart but Hajeet strikes a ref and throws him down! A second ref is thrown into a wall! A third ref is wrestled to the ground and Hajeet lays on him and knocks on his head before standing up and stomping on the back of his leg. The ref holds his leg because he's in pain. Hajeet stomps on the leg again just because.

Jimmy Garcia: OH COME ON!! HAJEET HAS TO BE STOPPED!

Gravedigger: He's playing with smoke and fire now, I can't defend him! Last week was in fun and games, but this is just too much!

Hajeet: PRAISE ME!! PRAISE ME!!

Just then Price and his special security grab Hajeet and wrap him up and carry him out through the doors. Price just shakes his head in confusion as we cut to a commercial break.

Jimmy Garcia: I hope Professor is ok.

Gravedigger: Long live Professor Cameraman.

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Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from Battle Creek, Michigan! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds. He is “Exodus” Eli Young!

"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. Making his way through the fans and over the barricade before finally sliding into the ring. Exodus has a seat in the corner awaiting his next victim.

Jimmy Garcia: Impressive debut from this man Eli Young last week!

Gravedigger: I swear, you say that sort of thing about every new guy.

Jimmy Garcia: Doesn’t make it less true!

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Oakland, California! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Jericho Salazar!

Gravedigger: Now this guy, this guy I like!

Jimmy Garcia: Are you kidding me?! Salazar is a jerk!

Gravedigger: That’s why I love’m!

The lights go out, its pitch black. Then the lights begin to strobe violently while Abnormity- Shattered to the bone plays, disorienting his opponent. While this is going on he sprints down the stage and into the ring and tries to get a cheap shot on his opponent.

Gravedigger: Superman pu-

Jimmy Garcia: Young ducks it just enough and the two go toppling over the rope!

With the match not yet officially starting, the two men begin to brawl now on the outside.

Gravedigger: Trading blow after blow like the hispanics out back!

Jimmy Garcia: That’s a bit uncalled for..

Eli finally gets the best of the situation, grabbing Jericho in a momentum shift and throwing him back first into the barricade with a sickening crash.

Jimmy Garcia: That one was so good I almost want to see the sound effect narrated!

Gravedigger: Let’s not make that a habit, please.

Eli stomps away at Jericho a bit trying to keep him down before turning his attention to the ring apron.

Jimmy Garcia: Eli Young looking under the ring now!

Gravedigger: What’s he doing?! Guy has a match to wrestle!

Jimmy Garcia: Looks like he’s got a friend with him!

Eli pulls out a barbed wire bat, which he swings around a bit before turning his attention back to Jericho. Eli swings down hard just as Jericho manages to move out of the way, taking a step back with a watchful eye on Eli Young.

Gravedigger: That weak stuff isn’t going to work on Jericho! Not here!

The two keep locked in on each other as the continue walking backwards while circling the ring. Both men quickly slide into the ring and continue to look for the right window as the ref finally calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

Jimmy Garcia: Tie up now!

Eli gains the advantage quickly, whipping Jericho off the ropes.

Gravedigger: Jericho on the rebound!

Jimmy Garcia: Big boot from Jericho!

One!

Two!

KICKOUT!

Jimmy Garcia: Jericho getting the shoulder up there just after the two count! I think that boot might’ve done more damage than Young would’ve liked!

Jericho scowls down at his opponent as he pushes himself to his feet.

Gravedigger: Lifting Young to his feet now.

Jericho whips his opponent in the corner, quickly propping him up as he swings Young’s legs over the corner and ascends to the middle rope, wrapping a hand around Eli’s throat.

Gravedigger: East Oakland Slam time!

Jimmy Garcia: Eli Young striking away now though, desperately trying to avoid a major momentum shifter!

Young delivers a few more hard elbows to both the gut and head of Salazar, sending Jericho stumbling to the ground. With Jericho down, Eli shakes off the dizziness and gets to a standing base on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Jericho to get to his feet.

Jimmy Garcia: Flying bulldog from Eli Young!

One!

Two!

NO!

Gravedigger: There’s the resiliency! You show that face painted freak, Jericho!

Eli pulls Jericho to his feet, trying to whip him off the ropes now.

Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline from Young!

As Jericho gets to his feet, Young bounces off the ropes and hits a second clothesline before bounding off the ropes to catch Jericho from behind.

Gravedigger: Jericho pushing him away though, great job avoiding that one!

Eli turns around just as Jericho catches sight of him.

Gravedigger: Superman punch!

Salazar measures his opponent, waiting for him to get to his feet as he taunts a bit from behind. As Young gets up, Salazar wraps his arms around his opponents’ midsection.

Jimmy Garcia: Nice German suplex there!

Gravedigger: He sees the opportunity! Jericho off the ropes now!

Salazar leaps high into the air, driving a boot down to the back of the opponents’ head.

Gravedigger: Drive by beatdown! And the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Jericho Salazar!

Gravedigger: Great win by Salazar!

Jimmy Garcia: Props to Eli Young though on a well fought and entertaining contest here!

Cut to commercial.

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We cut back to Overload with Logan Demon Joker already in the ring, waiting for his opponent.

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Ding Ding Ding!

Logan Demon Joker sizes up Crow as the two lock up.

Jimmy Garcia: LDJ whips Crow off the ropes!

Gravedigger: MURDER OF CROWS! A DRIVE BY MURDER OF CROWS!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Crow McMorris!

Jimmy Garcia: Wow! That right there is just how dangerous the world champion can be! You make one mistake and he can catch you just like that!

Crow stands triumphant above a broken Logan. The murder machine has hold of the demon's signature joker card, casually twirling it over and over in his taped up hand. Buddy enters the ring, and hands McMorris a microphone as the stone faced zombie addresses the arena and one man in particular.

Crow McMorris: Look down, Howard. Look down at the mat and see where your future lies. It resides in the anguish of this young man. Remember a time when you had this poor bastard's confidence? His hope? Tonight I stole it from him because if I didn't, his life would have been taken soon enough. That's what I do, Howard. I save people. In three weeks I'm going to save you. Unburden you from a lost cause. Give you a chance to reconnect with your family. It's going to be a happy ending, Howard. You'll grow to like it...eventually.

Crow drops the mic as he steps over Logan; exiting the ring. Buddy clapping on his client as they leave the arena together; Logan surrounded by EMT's as they attempt to reset his shattered arm

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Kyle Cameron Segment

"So Whatcha Want" hits the P.A, and the fans start boo-ing like crazy as Kyle Cameron emerges from the curtain dressed in street clothes and carrying a gym bag.

Gravedigger: God dammit, I was excited when I saw this punk wasn't on the card. What does he want now?

Jimmy Garcia: He's already suffered an embarrassing loss at the hands of our world champ last week, perhaps he wants revenge?

Gravedigger: HA! Revenge. What a laugh. Crow McMorris hasn't got any time for this pipsqueak, he's got a rabid Howard Black to contend with.

Cameron isn't the ring for long before the fans begin the "JAILBAIT" chants.

Crowd: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL-BAIT! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL-BAIT! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL-BAIT!

Cameron yells at them before he's even given a mic, calling them "jealous haters." Finally, a ref hands him a mic as he starts walking back and forth in the ring.

Kyle Cameron: Hey why don't you fucking LOSERS shut the fuck up if you wanna hear what I have to say.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Kyle Cameron: Now as we all know by now, last week on Overload I faced off against Crow McMorris in the main event.

Crowd: CROW MC-MORRIS! *clap clap clapclapclap* CROW MC-MORRIS! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Kyle Cameron: HEY SHUT UP! DOES IT LOOK LIKE THAT UNDEAD SON OF A BITCH IS HERE TALKING TO YOU? NO! So pay attention. Last week was not my best outing, I'll admit. But I did something not many other people in that locker room have done, which is hold my own with the world champ!

Gravedigger: This kid is delusional, Crow ate him up and spat him back out. That match was pathetic.

Kyle Cameron: I used my skills in the ring to the best of my ability, and whatdyaknow, I actually hit my finisher on the World Champ! Name me ONE other wrestler who can say that.

Jimmy Garcia: I mean, Wade Moor for one...

Cameron hears Garcia from across the ring and shouts at him.

Kyle Cameron: SHUT UP GARCIA I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU, YOU FUCKIN LOSER!

Gravedigger: Finally, something Kyle and I can agree on.

Cameron walks back to his gym bag, and slowly unzips it, teasing the audience to it's contents.

Kyle Cameron: I debated for a long time when I should whip this bad boy out, but after my strong showing against our...ahem..."world" champion, now's as good a time as any. Feast your eyes, UCI Galaxy...

He reaches into the bag, and pulls out...a title belt!

Kyle Cameron: ...on your ACTUAL WORLD CHAMPION!

Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god. What...just WHAT?

Gravedigger: That belt is hideous. Holy fuck. Where did he get that thing, the dollar store?

The crowd is dead silent, not sure what to think. Kyle Cameron smiles, as he tries to strap the belt around his waist, but struggles, his smile replaced with an annoyed grimace. Annoyed, Cameron simply thrusts the belt unto his shoulder, smirking once again.

Kyle Cameron: That's right, I am your NEW...REIGNING..AND DEFENDING...ACTUAL WORLD CHAMPION! And let me begin by saying, there isn't gonna be any of this "wait a whole month to defend my title" bullshit. No, if you feel so inclined that you can beat me, I'll defend this belt anytime, anywhere. None of these bullshit "rules" to hold me down either. Hell, you don't even need a referee! Just someone to count the pin and you've got it. I'm not gonna be some paper champion like Crow...

The crowd boo the fuckin' SHIT out of Kyle for insulting the World Champ.

Kyle Cameron: HEY SHUT UP. That fool is a paper champion and you all know it! Do you see Crow putting his title on the line 24/7? No, because Crow is a fucking PUNK.

Gravedigger: This is perhaps the most delusional kid I've ever seen in my entire life. Wow. Just...just, wow.

Kyle Cameron: so yeah, if anyone in that locker room feels up to snuff and think they can beat me, then have at it! Not tonight tho, obviously, since I'm not booked and shit. But definitely next week! Definitely! Prove to these jealous losers you're worth something!

Cameron dramatically tosses the mic down to the ground, raising his new title above for all to see.

Jimmy Garcia: Cameron has set the challenge! Can anyone dethrone him now as...ACTUAL World Champion, is he calling it?

Gravedigger: If he doesn't lose that title the minute he gets back in the locker room I'm gonna be very disappointed in the UCI roster. In any case, we have to go to commercial now folks, stay tuned!

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Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Chase “CJ3” Jackson!

The opening riffs of Rise Against's Broken Mirrors hit and the hardcore smarks pop and the marks just clap along as Chase Jackson walks out from the curtain. He stops and kneels down on the top of the stage and bounces back up with his arms out and a huge smile across his face as some light pyro shoots from behind him! Chase spins 360 degrees with his arms still out and walks down the ramp shoutin' some cool things to the crowd. High fives and finger-guns to some hot chicks. Jackson jumps onto the apron of the ring and nods his head with the music before going through the ropes. From there Jackson bounces off the far ropes and comes back to the hard cam and points some more finger guns with his trademark smile. Jackson runs his hands through his hair shoving it back as he moves to his corner to start the match.

Jimmy Garcia: Chase looks fired up and the crowd is definitely behind him here tonight!

Gravedigger: I mean, I guess he’s okay if he’s here to stomp Tubby boy’s face in.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from any place that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quila! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 345 pounds. He is “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” Alex Richards!

The opening guitar solo to I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks plays then Alex Richards steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the bim with Zim-Quila in the other. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them. He wanders around ringside talking to fans for a few minutes killing time before finally entering the ring.

Jimmy Garcia: Now this is an epic match about to take place right here between two juggernauts!

Ding Ding Ding!

As the bell rings, Chase charges at Richards right out of the gate.

Gravedigger: SPEAR!

Jimmy Garcia: Richards countering with a knee to the face!

Richards whips Chase off the ropes.

Gravedigger: Going for the spear again!

Jimmy Garcia: Knee to the gut!

Richards grabs hold of the dazed Chase Jackson and whips him off the ropes once more.

Gravedigger: Third spear attempt!

Jimmy Garcia: And a kick to the midsection from Richards!

Richards whips Jackson into the corner, lifting him atop the turnbuckle into powerbomb position.

Jimmy Garcia: Final Enlightenment!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Alex Richards!

Gravedigger: Unbelievable..

Jimmy Garcia: Bizarre match, but congrats to Richards on an impressive victory!

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Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!

Smoke covers the stage as the opening riff of Erock's "Doctor Who Meets Metal" echoes through the venue; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron, and just then Polar's music hits.

The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing big screen. Access granted... running program 'Polar Phantasm Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm. Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring and Bonnie steps into the ring as well at the same time. They both taunt as the crowd cheers for them.

Taylor Wilde: Introducing first! The team of The Polar Phantasm, and Bonnie Blue, the Guardians!

Jimmy Garcia: Two heavy hitters right there, Digger.

The arena goes silent as golden words flash over a pitch black background on the titantron.

"Bear witness to the Dream Killer."

The words fade away as the opening of "The Future Is Now" plays, earning an onslaught of jeers an insults as the elegant Julian Mercury makes his way out from the backstage area, amused smile spread over his face as he saunters down the entrance ramp.

"They said there was no way... but they forgot the black hole in the sky.

"Yesterday is nothing... I have half a life to rewrite.

"Flying into this future... I will let the science bring the change.

"This will be the final cure... I am gonna take the past away."

Stylish as ever, Julian paces up a set of steel steps, positioning himself on the apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes cleanly.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents! First! Hailing from New York City, New York! At six feet tall, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is “The Paragon” Julian Mercury!

Upon entering the ring, he stops to bow politely to each side of the audience, smug smile present over his face as he retreats the corner to stretch just as..

The lights in the arena slowly die out, leaving only a lone spotlight shining on the ramp as "Ave Maria" begins to play faintly over the speakers. Erin Fausse emerges from behind the curtain with a wide smile on her face, though she recoils, slightly perturbed at the chorus of boos that greet her.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Oskaloosa, Iowa! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 135 pounds. She is Erin Fausse!

She shakes her head and makes her way down to the ring, ascending the steps and stepping under the middle rope before making her way to her corner.

Jimmy Garcia: Already owned Championship Gold in UCI before, Erin is not one to mess with..

Gravedigger: I just LOVE when she recoils after coming out of the curtain. She does it every week and it just does something to me, Jimmy.

Jimmy Garcia: You're very, very, very weird.

The ref asks for the teams to get onto the aprons as Mercury and Polar begin. The bell sounds and we're underway as Polar and Julian circle and tie up. Polar gets the upper hand and backs Mercury into the corner but with Merc going through the ropes the ref has to split them up. The two circle again and this time Polar gets the upperhand and backs Mercury up into the corner where the ref has to again split them up but not before Mercury lands a stiff right hand across Polars mouth! Polar backs up with the help of the ref as Mercury taunts up a bit.

Jimmy Garcia: Julian not playing nice!

Polar and Mercury tie up one more time, and Mercury gets the upperhand pushing him back into the corner and takes his time with Polar but that stops there. Polar grabs Mercury and 180's him into the corner and unleashes a bunch of right hands and lefts! Polar throws Mercury into the opposite corner where he hits back-first and stumbles out into Polar's flying headscissor takeover! Julian rolls out of the ring where Erin jumps off the apron and helps Julian rerack the team strategy. Polar and Bonnie taunt inside the ring.

Gravedigger: Guardians getting the upper hand isn't anything new, but you have to keep your eyes on Erin. She's a threat in every sense of the word.

Jimmy Garcia: You just like looking at Erin.

Gravedigger: Yes.

This time Erin rolls into the ring as the legal man and Polar smiles and reaches out his hand. Bonnie makes the tag and the crowd comes alive.

Jimmy Garcia: Interesting though, Erin had a lot to say about Polar!

Gravedigger: And Bonnie is stepping up for her friend! Let's see these two GET IT ON!

Erin and Bonnie tie up with Bonnie dropping Erin to one knee and then throwing her in an action roll, Erin gets to her feet and ducks a dropkick from Bonnie, Erin grabs Bonnie and throws her to the ropes and goes for her own dropkick but is caught by Bonnie. She's see-saw'd into the ropes but Erin bounces off them with her own back elbow and both women crash down to the mat before rolling back to their feet. They stand and stare and the crowd applause's but not before Erin can take a cheap shot to the high-thigh and then throw Bonnie into their own corner. Erin tags in Mercury and he comes in with power and stomps on Bonnie a few times. He tags in Erin and she comes back in and starts to choke Bonnie! Polar isn't having any of that though and gets into the ring but is cut off by the ref! Mercury and Erin see the chance to take advantage and further the damage, so they throw Bonnie in the air and have her windpipe smashes over the top rope and when she bounces off they both throw an elbow at the back of her head.

Jimmy Garcia: Oh come on! Polar has every right to get in there and mix it up!

Gravedigger: You can't just get in the ring anytime you want! You need to be tagged! Polar needs to wait his turn!

Bonnie tries getting to her feet but Erin drop toe holds and drags her back to the corner. She tags in Julian who gets in and starts a vicious beat down before the ref has to force Erin out of the ring. Julian lifts Bonnie to her feet and throws her to the ropes but she ducks the clothesline and then runs and knocks Erin off the apron!

Jimmy Garcia: OH MY!

Bonnie turns around quickly and ducks another clothesline from Julian and then hits a HUGE back body drop on Mercury and falls to her chest!

Gravedigger: She's down!

Jimmy Garcia: But she's not out! She's crawling to make a tag!

Julian turns around and Erin gets back on the apron and Julian leaps with a tag! Erin gets into the ring just as Bonnie hops up to her feet and leaps with everything she has to make a tag at Polar and the crowd EXPLODES as Polar gets into the ring and hits a suplex on Erin! Julian gets up and Polar hits another suplex!

Jimmy Garcia: LIKE AN ANIMAL UNCAGED!

Polar goes to the top rope as Julian is out in the middle of the ring but Erin comes rushing in and throws Polar off the rope! He crashes hard on the ring apron to the outside!

Gravedigger: Oh wow! That looked like it hurt!

Erin turns around and Bonnie clotheslines her (and herself) over the top rope! They crash down near Polar as well!

Jimmy Garcia: Wait! What is Julian doing?!

Mercury climbs to the top rope and when all three wrestlers stand up he moonsaults off the top rope down to Polar, Bonnie and Erin, his own teammate!

Gravedigger: All four men crash and burn!

Jimmy Garcia: The ref is already counting though! Erin and Polar are the legal two!

Erin and Polar get up and just start trading right hands after right hands before the two of them toss each other into the guard rails! Bonnie and Mercury are throwing hands as well and tackling each other to the ground! Polar and Erin can't be separated again and are throwing haymakers!

Jimmy Garcia: The refs count is at seven!

Gravedigger: He's at 8 now!

The four of them keep fighting at the entrance way not giving two shits about the actual match just delivering damage on one another like no tomorrow.

Jimmy Garcia: That's it! It's a ten count! The match is over!

Gravedigger: A double count out?!

Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is a no contest due to a double count out!

The crowd moans in slight disappointment as more and more refs clear from the back and try to separate everyone. Bonnie and Polar are pushed up the ramp as Mercury and Erin want more action.

Jimmy Garcia: That got out of hand quickly!

Gravedigger: I felt like a real competitive tag match between both teams just spiraled out of control right in front of our eyes!

Jimmy Garcia: I hate that I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not.

Gravedigger: I'm serious! What a tag match! A classic right down the drain..

With the outcome of this match forever stained upon the pages of the history books the arena plunges into silence but for only a few seconds as winners and losers alike rub their aching limbs. Literally thirty seconds after Taylor Lorde has finished declaring the victors, the crowd is once more brought back from the brink of enjoyment by the familiar sound of Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black.’

Gravedigger: Oh great, this fuccin’ guy again.

Jimmy Garcia: Well, that’s his music, but who is he coming out to confront? He’s got a bone to pick with everybody in the ring, except perhaps Julian Mercury.

Fausse, Mercury, Blue and Phantasm all begin to stir, attempting to find solace in the presence of their respective partners. Before they can even grasp the situation at hand though, the Syndicate has descended upon the ring. David Sanchez, flanked by Taylor Wright and Jessica Buck charge down the ramp like soldiers into battle. Erin Fausse, knowing all too well the malice of the man who took her Rising Stars title rolls out of the ring at once, leaving Mercury to be caught off guard and allowing Buck to drill him with a picturesque scissor kick that causes his head to snap back as though his neck were a slinky.

Jimmy Garcia: Buck Wild! Julian Mercury gets a complimentary kick in the face for his efforts tonight.

Gravedigger: Thanks for coming Jules.

Taylor Wright begin to size up Bonnie Blue as Sanchez piles atop Polar Phantasm, paying little or no mind to the brawl which is unfolding around him. Before any real moves can be made towards her though, Alex Richards is seen rushing down to the ring as fast as a man of his stature can manage. The Daughter of Time laughs but for a few seconds as Alex slides under the ropes and heads straight for a panicked Wright until her feet are taken out from under her by Erin Fausse who drags the other woman out of the ring and begins to rain down vicious kicks to her ribcage once she has collided with the thin layer of protective padding that covers the floor at ringside.

Jimmy Garcia: What the hell is Erin Fausse doing helping the Syndicate?

Gravedigger: The enemy of my enemy, Jimmy. She’s taking advantage of a situation and probably thanking her maker that the Guardians seem to have pissed off the Mayor more than she has.

Wright fights with all of his fury but the wily veteran seems to have him outmatched at every juncture, tossing him into the turnbuckle like he was nothing but a boot drained of its alcoholic content. Across the ring, Sanchez and Phantasm are still trading punches, with Polar now looking like he is getting the advantage. Back in the corner however, Wright manages to drive his knee into Richards’ solar plexus, winding the bigger man as he takes a few steps back and looks to charge once more. As he runs however, Alex identifies the threat and shifts his body weight in order to lift Taylor Wright with a flapjack into the turnbuckle pad, which unfortunately for the Ambassador of Urban Relations misses the pad and plants him nose-first onto the ring-post itself.

Jimmy Garcia: DAMN! The blood is just pouring out of Taylor Wright’s nose now, that’s broken, right? That has to be broken.

Gravedigger: Well, it isn’t pointing the direction it was two seconds ago and he’s already getting black eyes, so yes Jim… the smart money says that’s a broken nose.

With his face almost entirely covered in the proverbial crimson mask, Taylor Wright rolls out of the ring where he is immediately swarmed upon by trainers and medical staff. Back in the ring Alex looks shocked, perhaps feeling sorry for his victim but more than likely soaking in the moment. That is of course until Jessica Buck rushes at him from behind with a dropkick to the back of the knee, causing the Archduke of Mass Confusion to crumble from his vertical base so that she can begin to drive forearm after forearm into his face.

With no sign of Jay Omega, the odds look to be pretty much even inside the ring, leaving only David Sanchez and Polar Phantasm standing, still trading punches to find the measure of one another. It is Cameron Bankston that thinks first though, dodging one of David’s southpaw hooks and catching the Rising Stars champion with a kick to the abdomen before hoisting him up under the leg and into a stalling fisherman’s suplex.

Jimmy Garcia: Polar Phantasm looking to drop the mayor with an Ice-Cap for the second week in a row.

Gravedigger: I can’t say I’m not enjoying watching him get dropped on his head week after week.

Jimmy Garcia: Well you two do… wait!

Before Polar can complete the move he finds himself having to set Sanchez back down and clutch at his crotch area as the False Prophet has rolled back into the ring and driven her boot directly into Phantasm’s midsection. The crowd displays a stunned silence once more, this one even shorter than the last before Sanchez bounces back off the ropes and drives his own boot directly into the skull of Polar with a Yakuza kick. With Bonnie Blue nursing her ribs on the floor outside, Polar Phantasm knocked into a semi-conscious state courtesy of the Medusa’s Touch, Alex Richards beaten down in the corner and receiving a Bronco Buster from Jessica Buck all that remains is the seemingly awkward situation in the center of the ring between David Sanchez and Erin Fausse.

Gravedigger: Maybe it wasn’t just seizing the moment after-all! Erin, you crafty bitch. I love you.

Jimmy Garcia: Sanchez has just laid out Polar with a Medusa’s Touch, now it’s only the Syndicate left standing, well the Syndicate and Erin Fausse anyway.

As the jeers and boos begin to flood the arena once more, all that remains in the ring is the embodiment of a bitter taste in the mouth. Sanchez and Fausse share a smile, their matching manic persona’s intertwining for the briefest of moments before Erin breaks the gaze and picks up the fallen Rising Stars championship which David had dropped on the mat during his rush to the ring. Without hesitation she hands the belt to Sanchez and lifts his arms in celebration. As she does so, Jessica Buck takes her other arm and lifts it in the same way. Even Taylor Wright, complete with three pounds of tissue being held against his broken and squint nose makes his way back into the ring and uses his free hand to raise Buck’s. The Syndicate stands strong in the ring as we are raped by a Youtube commercial.

Gravedigger: The Syndicate’s numbers seem to grow each and every week, if this keeps up we might be able to get rid of Sanchez as their leader and put someone with actual talent in his place!

Jimmy Garcia: I wouldn’t bank on it ‘digger. The Mayor is building a team that is not to be taken lightly, as we’ve seen here tonight. Erin Fausse has joined the Syndicate... but why?

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Ding Ding Ding!

Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television championship!

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 first! 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 reluctnatly 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.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing her oppon--

Hunter Updegraff’s voice comes from the speakers, interrupting her.

Hunter Updegraff: Take a break for this one Taylor, I got this! Ladies, put the towels down, ‘cuz seats are about to get wet!

“Playa” by D-Loc plays over the PA system, as Wentworth comes out onto the ramp, followed closely by his brother. Hunter has a robe wrapped around himself, concealing the TV title from view.

Hunter Updegraff: Ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce to you the Standard of Sophistication. The greatest pure wrestler UCI will ever see. The first TV champ, the two time two time TV champ, and the LAST TV champ! He stands a sexy as hell six feet two inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred thirty pounds of pure boss! I’m talkin’ about YOUR UCI TV champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!

Wentworth struts down toward the ring, as the fans boo and toss garbage. He ignores them, as he walks up the steps and wipes his boots on the apron. He steps between the ropes, and opens his robe, revealing the title belt beneath. Hunter takes the jacket, and hands it to the time keeper, as Wentworth flexes for the booing crowd. He removes the belt and hands it to the ref, stepping to his corner and grinning mischievously at Jessica Buck.

Gravedigger: Two hugely contrasting styles in this match.

Jimmy Garcia: Yes, Jessica Bucks very reliant on her speed and quickness, while Wentworth Updegraff leans heavily on his power and ground game.

The ref shows the belt to the crowd, and hands it off to the timekeeper, before signalling for the bell to ring. Jessica swivels her way up to Wentworth, putting on her best “fuck me” face, as she gets within centimeters of him. She runs her hand down his chest, but he seems to ignore her entirely, grabbing her arm, and flipping her over in a judo throw. He drops to the ground with her, wrapping her arm in a fujiwara armbar.

Jimmy Garcia: I think Jessica Buck was trying to seduce Wentworth, but it didn’t work at all.

Gravedigger: When you get laid as often as Wentworth does, those tricks don’t work on you.

He wrenches on the hold, but Jessica moves quickly, twisting around, and catching him in the jaw with a few quick elbows. They both rise to their feet, where Jessica hits a hard forearm, finally breaking free of the hold. She sprints to the ropes and bounces off of them, coming back and hitting Wentworth with a lightning fast hurricanrana. She hops up and bounces off the ropes again. She goes for a low dropkick to the face, but Wentworth rolls out of the way. Jessica crashes to her back, and Wentworth is immediately on her, locking her in a headlock and grinding her down into the canvas.

Jimmy Garcia: This is what we were talking about. Those contrasting styles playing against each other. Wentworth is going to want to keep her grounded, slow her down, and she’s going to want to do whatever she can to stay out of his grasp.

Wentworth wrenches on the hold, twisting her neck with a sick smile on his face. She tries to wiggle out of the hold, but can’t find any room. While the ref is checking the grip on the neck, she reaches up and rakes Wentworth’s eyes, causing him to let go and grab his face. She pops up, and grabs his head, hitting him with a kneeling DDT. She then runs at the ropes, jumps up and springboards off the middle one, before turning in mid air and hitting a leg drop to the back of Wentworth’s head. She spins herself around, and hits several forearms to the back of the neck. He reaches back, grabs her hair, and flips her over him. He grabs her arm again, bringing his free elbow down on her shoulder several times, before dragging her to her feet. He whips her into the ropes, but she comes back with a dropkick to the knee that sends Wentworth to the mat.

Jimmy Garcia: Eye gouges, hair pulling, dropkicks to the knee. It’s like these two are pulling out every dirty trick they can think of.

Gravedigger: What do you expect? The TV title is on the line! These two are going to need to do whatever they can to win.

Jessica grabs Wentworth’s leg, and lifts herself up, dropping her knees down onto the back of it several times, before bending it back in a single leg boston crab. She wrenches on the knee, as Wentworth shouts out in pain and flails for ropes just beyond his reach. Jessica flips him over and attempts to turn it into a figure four, but when she turns her back, Wentworth kicks her forward. She bounces off the ropes, and comes back, giving Wentworth just enough time to pop up and hits her with a snap powerslam.

Gravedigger: Huge move for Wentworth there!

Jimmy Garcia: Updegraff flipped her over like she weighed nothing, and that’s where the weight advantage comes in. Throwing her around isn’t going to tire him out anywhere near as much as it would for a wrestler closer to his size.

Gravedigger: You’re right there. She has to find other ways to tire him out, but that disadvantage is nothing new to her in her wrestling career.

Wentworth lifts her up and tosses her into the corner, before hitting a few hard back elbows to the jaw. He then backs halfway across the ring and runs forward, hitting her with a hard knee to the gut. He backs up again and runs forward, this time hitting her with a stiff european uppercut, that causes her to stumble out of the corner and fall to her face. He flips her over and covers her for the pin.

One!

Two!

...No! Jessica kicks out!

Jimmy Garcia: She may not be the biggest superstar, but Jessica Buck is resilient. It will take quite a bit to keep her down.

Wentworth picks her up, and whips her into the ropes, lifting her into a military press position on the rebound. He holds her there for quite a while, showing off for the crowd. This gives her a chance to recuperate, and throw a few punches down at his forehead. He drops her on her feet, letting her bounce off the ropes, and leap into the air. She wraps her arm around his head, and spins them both around, hitting a running tornado DDT. She then lifts herself up the turnbuckle, but takes her time.

Gravedigger: This is where the speed starts to wear down, the strength starts to wear down, and we get to see what’s at the center of both of these athletes. We get to see their heart.

She gets to the top, and jumps off, hitting a picture perfect shooting star press, staying on Wentworth for the pin.

One!

Two!

...No! Wentworth gets the shoulder up! She slaps the mat in frustration, before dragging him to the corner, and sitting him up against the turnbuckle. She backs up, and signals for the bronco buster before running forward. Wentworth rolls out of the way just in time, causing her to crotch herself on the second turnbuckle. She falls back, but Wentworth lifts her up quickly, picking her up in a stalling suplex. He holds her in the air, even holding out his free hand to taunt the audience. After a little showboating, he drops her down into a vicious brainbuster.

Jimmy Garcia: My god, a devastating move, and Jessica Buck looks to be out.

Wentworth covers her for the pin, and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

Three! No! Jessica gets her shoulder up with milliseconds to spare. Wentworth shouts at the referee, who sticks to his guns, declaring it a two count. Wentworth picks her up again, and goes for a German suplex, but she hooks her legs around his, and flips forward, rolling Wentworth into a pin.

One!

Two!

...No! Wentworth kicks out. He pops up and runs at her, but she drops down hitting him with a drop toe hold. She then jumps up and hits him with a few knees to the back of the head, before backing herself into the far corner.

Jimmy Garcia: Vicious back and forth from these two, and what is she going for here?

Jessica waits for Wentworth to stand, before running forward and hitting him with a bicycle kick to the jaw.

Gravedigger: She hits Buck Wild, and that’s gonna do it!

One!

Two!

Three! No! Wentworth just manages to get his hand on the bottom rope.

Gravedigger: And Wentworth saves his title reign by a finger! My god this is a tightly contested match.

Jessica runs her hands through her hair, and slowly rises to her feet. She drags herself up to the top rope, and waits for Wentworth to stand. When he does, she jumps off and goes for a flying crossbody. Wentworth sees it in time though, and catches her, before flinging her backward over his head, hitting her with a fallaway slam. He gets to his feet and lifts her with him, flipping her backward in a half nelson suplex, bringing her down hard on her neck.

Jimmy Garcia: There’s the Ascot suplex, Wentworth could have this one wrapped up!

One!

Two!

Three!

No! Jessica manages to kick out!

Jimmy Garcia: There’s that resiliency we talked about earlier. If there’s a breath left in her body, she will kick out.

Wentworth doesn’t even bother arguing with the ref this time. He picks her back up, lifting her into a suplex position. She shifts her weight in the air and comes down, rolling him up in a school boy in one smooth motion.

One!

Jessica grabs the bottom rope for leverage, but the ref doesn’t see it.

Two!

Three!

Jessica Buck rolls under the bottom rope, as Wentworth gets to his knees quickly, a look of disbelief on his face.

Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and new UCI Television Champion, Jessica Buck!

Jessica grabs the belt, making her way up the ramp with Syxx as her music plays. She holds the title high above her head. Wentworth sits in the ring, still unable to believe what he sees.

Jimmy Garcia: Buck stealing a win and the TV title tonight!

Gravedigger: Jessica Buck did whatever it took to win, and Wentworth would have done the exact same thing.

Updegraff argues with the ref, but there’s nothing left that can be done.

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