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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 2:41:21 GMT -6
UCI Television Championship Jessica Buck © vs Shadowlove
The Value City Arena is loving every minute of UCI Overload. Many talents have been very impressive, and even made their mark to be remembered. However, what would Overload be without the UCI Television Championship on the line? Jessica Buck will be defending the championship against Shadowlove but Taylor Lorde stands in the center of the ring; cued to announce the match.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
“Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode is the first of two entrance music to start playing around the arena; the lights going completely dark. A mixture of flashing strobe lights, and lasers prances around the audience. Showing a beautiful mix of art with light fog covering the stage. Shadowlove, and Ms. Miyamoto both exit from the backstage, and welcome themselves home in Columbus, Ohio.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
They continue down on their way to the ring. Shadowlove in his black leather trench coat, crocodile skinned pants, and alligator boots on. He’s feeling very confident on becoming the new UCI Television Champion, smirking to the fans at ringside who stretch their hands out to touch him, and Ms. Miyamoto!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Columbus, Ohio! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Ms. Miyamoto, he is “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove!
Shadowlove, and Ms. Miyamoto are already in the ring but the music suddenly switches to “Her Strut” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band. He stands in the center with his arms outstretched, head bowed back, and breathes in the atmosphere; believing in himself that he will be the next champion.
Gravedigger: And we are back again on Overload with another Television Title match! Shadowlove will defend his belt against the new UCI Television Champion, Jessica Buck!
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove has been on social media blasting Jessica Buck but also preaching to the world that he will be the new UCI Television Champion, and I might believe him.
Gravedigger: Yeah but social media don’t win you belts, wrestling does.
While Shadowlove is in the ring, Ms. Miyamoto stands at ringside to cheer him on. He’s pacing back and forth; warming up for the match until the sound effect of a woman moaning is heard all around the arena. “Nasty Girl” by Jay Price just begins. Syxx Gibbler comes out with a bottle of baby lotion with Jessica Buck walking out on the stage with the television championship around her waist.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dressed in a full black bikini with her elbow, knee pads on with her black boots on. She walks a few steps down with that lollipop in her mouth, Syxx removes the belt, and raises it high in the air above her. Jessica walks down to the ring, and does her best to avoid any fan at ringside who tries to touch her.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 115 pounds. She is the UCI Television Champion, “Hot as Fuck” Jessica Buck!
She climbs up the steel steps, and then slowly crawls along the apron edge until splitting in a perfect angle where the creeps at ringside can take pictures. Jessica throws the lollipop away, and rolls into the ring with Syxx after her. Both members standing up, and he drowns her in baby oil while raising her title high for her.
Gravedigger: Oh god, I’m bout’ to bust a nut.
Jimmy Garcia: Ew no!
Gravedigger: Shut up! Jessica Buck defeated two-time UCI Television Champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr, she made the title hot as fuck!
Shadowlove just stays in his corner, and doesn’t care about her little grand entrance. Both contestants are in their respective corners, and the title is raised high. With Taylor out of the ring, this match is underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Shadowlove, and Jessica both leave their corners. Circling the ring together, and keeping that pace before meeting in the center of the ring. Unfortunately for Jessica, she’s at the disadvantage. Her opponent is bigger, and stronger so she needs to think of something else or she’ll lose the television title.
Crowd: SHADOWLOVE! SHADOWLOVE! SHADOWLOVE!
They lock up in the center of the ring, and she gets thrown down to the mat easily. Bouncing off the canvas in a backwards roll to her feet, finding herself in a corner upset. Shadowlove just flexes his biceps, and waves her back to come forward.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove sending Jessica a message. He’s very confident in himself to win this match so Jessica needs to figure out a way to not get caught in the technical style of her opponent.
She gets away from the corner, and circles the ring again along with Shadowlove. Both of them are keeping up the pace, and ensuring of getting the upper hand on each other. They meet in the center of the ring but Jessica Buck slips under his right arm, and clubs his back multiple times.
Gravedigger: There goes my girl Buck! Show him what you made of; beat his ass!
Shadowlove is getting overwhelmed with the multiple clubs being swung down behind him, and she follows up with a Dropkick into his back to propel him chest first into the turnbuckles of the corner.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Once he turns around, Jessica Buck charges forward, and attempts another Dropkick but luckily for Shadowlove, he bursts right out of the corner, and hugs his arms around her waist. Quickly flipping her to Belly to Belly Suplex her back down into the turnbuckles of that same corner.
Gravedigger: Belly to Belly Suplex into the turnbuckles. I guess Shadowlove really wants that TV Title more than the pussy. Stupid.
Jimmy Garcia: You know. Not everyone is always about putting sex over success.
Gravedigger: Then they are idiots.
He quickly drags her lifeless carcass from the corner, and into the center of the ring. Shadowlove quickly lies on top of her chest, and hooks the champion’s right leg for the first pin attempt of the match.
One!
Tw-
She kicks out, and Shadowlove then locks his arms around her head to pull her back to her feet. Of course, she suffers a harsh right knee into her ribs that hunches her over but he continues on the assault. Jessica is floored down onto the mat with a snap suplex, and then received a fist drop as an insult to injury.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He gets back up, and stomps down her chest. Ms. Miyamoto at ringside, enjoying every moment of her man getting the upper hand. Jessica is really in pain but he doesn’t care. Shadowlove drops another fist into her skull, and then helps her back up to her feet. Not until he launches her into the ropes, and then knocks her down into the canvas with a powerful clothesline.
Jimmy Garcia: A sickening clothesline nearly turns the Television Champion inside out, and he’s going for the pin attempt again.
One!
Tw-
She kicks out, and Shadowlove is getting pissed. He demands the referee to call it a three but it’s only a two. When she tries to get up, he kicks her in the ribs that drops her down onto her right knee. He runs to the ropes behind, and rebounds back into her; Jessica leaps off the mat sideways, and clocks his temple with an Enguiziri Kick.
Gravedigger: Damn Jess! She just knocked the sensed out of Shadowlove with that Enguiziri Kick!
Jimmy Garcia: You can that again. One of the reasons why he is the UCI Television Champion, this girl won’t quit until she can’t fight no more!
Wobbling knees on the body of Shadowlove, and Jessica sees a window of opportunity. She charges forward, and drop kicks him in the chest to shove him back hard into the ropes. Held on, Jessica runs one more time, and manages to drop kick him through the middle rope to the outside mat at ringside.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He crashes down onto the ringside mat face first, and barely stands up on his knees. Jessica is hopping up and down on the mat; building herself some momentum.
Jimmy Garcia: Jessica is already looking to fly!
She runs into the ropes, and rebounds back. Shooting her body through the middle, and bottom to clash her weight back into Shadowlove, knocking them both down on the outside canvas.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
The referee has no choice but to begin the official count-out. Both the champion, and the challenger are down on the ringside mat after the collision from the suicide dive of Jessica Buck. Ms. Miyamoto, and Syxx continue to motivate their clients to get back into action.
One!
Two!
Three!
Gravedigger: Both Shadowlove, and Jessica Buck are on the ringside mat. The way she flew was hot, damn everything about this girl I hot. I need to get her number.
Jimmy Garcia: Talk to David Sanchez, they probably have her number on a file in his records somewhere.
Four!
Five!
Six!
Shadowlove, and Jessica Buck are crawling near towards the ring apron. They both stand on their knees, desperately holding on to get into the match before it’s too late.
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
They manage to roll themselves under the bottom rope, and back into the ring. Slowly but surely, the crowd was really getting into the match but Jessica was the first to get back to her feet. The Handsome Half Breed is met with a couple chops into his chest while on her knees, and then followed by a kick into his ribs.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jessica runs back into the ropes, and rebounds back down into him again. Unlucky, she suffers an Enguiziri Kick to the side of her head that leaves every member in the audience in awe. Falling to her knees before to her face, that kick was stinging like a motherfucker. A quick pin attempt was made.
One!
Two!
She kicks out of the pin, and Shadowlove locks her in a quick Side Headlock. The weight on her body would add more torque to the submission, and she knew she was in a very bad submission. Wiggling her body, kicking, and flailing her arms. She couldn’t get him off her.
Gravedigger: No, no, no! Don’t tap out! I need her in good condition so I can get some of that ass!
Syxx quickly hops onto the apron, and the referee doesn’t take kindly to him getting involved. Shadowlove breaks the submission, and Ms. Miyamoto runs around to rip him off the apron.
Jimmy Garcia: Woah! Ms. Miyamoto now taking it to Syxx. You don’t mess with a girl’s man especially when the Television title is on the line.
Once breaking the submission, he was preparing for her. She crawled into the corner opposing him, and used the top rope to help build herself up back to her feet. Shadowlove charges across the ring, and dives head first into her but Jessica moves out of the. Thus, he slams his head right down into the steel post.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: JESUS CHRIST!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove attempted his signature headbutt but Jess managed to move out of the way just in time. Holy crap, you even heard the impact he made with the steel?
His legs was wobbly, vision blurry. Shadowlove moved himself from in between the ropes, and stumbled on his walk to the center of the ring. Jessica ran forward to the ropes, and rebounded for the extra spring to Bicycle Kick his chin. Throwing his back down on the mat.
Gravedigger: Buck Wild! There it is! This has to be it! Here’s the pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Thre-
Shadowlove lifts a shoulder right before the three is slammed. Jessica stands on her knee with her jaw dropped, and eyes almost popping out. She couldn’t believe her opponent managed to survive that kick but maybe needed something else to get it done.
Crowd: JESSICA SUCKS! JESSICA SUCKS! JESSICA SUCKS!
She marches over to the ropes, and slowly climbs up to the top rope. Ms. Miyamoto rushes up onto the apron, and tries to distract her. Jessica kicks her off the apron, and she falls down on the ringside mat.
Jimmy Garcia: And Jessica wasn’t having any of that but Shadowlove is back on his feet. The distraction paid off.
He charges into her on the top rope, and nails her with a european uppercut into her chin. Now she’s stuck on the top rope, and Shadowlove climbs right up on the middle rope. Locking her head under his pit, and over hooking his arm over her head.
Jimmy Garcia: Super-plex coming up!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove! Don’t do this man, I still need to make love to Jessica Buck!
Jessica’s body is easily lifted over from the top rope, and now both competitors of the match instantly crash their weight down on the canvas. Unfortunately for Jessica, he uses his technicality to roll themselves back up to their feet. He lifts her up in that same suplex until letting her go in the air, and headbutting her in the ribs.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: Oh my god, NO! You just busted her eggs! I need to fertilize them!
Jimmy Garcia: A superplex followed by a beautiful variation of his headbutt. Shadowlove is now going for the pin, we may have a new UCI Television Champion!
One!
Two!
Thre-
She kicks out barely, and now Shadowlove is on his knees. Begging to God; asking him why can’t she just stay down. He quickly notices that Ms. Miyamoto is hurt on the outside, and walks over to the corner to see how she’s doing. A few moments later, Jessica is barely crawling behind Shadowlove.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove has taken his eyes off the champion because of Jessica kicking Ms. Miyamoto off the apron from earlier. We need medical attention, she’s not--
Gravedigger: Jessica from behind!
She quickly rolls him over her down onto her shoulders, and puts her feet up on the middle rope for that extra leverage in her pin attempt.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and STILL the UCI Television Champion, Jessica Buck!
She quickly scurries into the center of the ring on her knees. Shadowlove has absolutely no idea what has happened but the referee hands her back the UCI Television Championship belt. Standing on her feet tall, and raising the belt up high.
Gravedigger: Yes! Jessica Buck outsmarts Shadowlove, and retains her championship belt. Time to call up that hotel, I’m bout’ to get me some pussy tonight Jimmy!
Jimmy Garcia: Commercial... |
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 2:42:24 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 2:51:34 GMT -6
Chase Jackson Segment
Jimmy Garcia: We now cut backstage to Roger Rogerson for an interview. Roger?
Roger Rogerson: Thank you, Jimmy. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome my guest at this time, Chase Jackson.
Crowd cheers.
Roger Rogerson: Chase -
AHEM is heard and Seth Colt, Chase's manager steps in to view and speaks into the microphone.
Seth Colt: When addressing my client, you'll find it may be easier to directly communicate with me, Roger. And when addressing my client on your television show, I suggest you say it with a bit more bass in your voice.
Roger Rogerson: I'm-I'm sorry..
Seth Colt: No, no, I don't need excuses so I'll make this short and sweet. You see, Chase has been given the short end of the stick already here in UCI. It seems as if management can't get on the ball and pull their heads from their asses so it's time we take things into our own hands. Chase has never had a fair shot at any gold in this company, and when he is given an opportunity, UCI seems to turn a blind eye when he's cheated and outed like a sucker! Well CJ3 isn't a sucker!
Crowd reacts.
Seth Colt: So I'm telling Miss Jessica Buck who thinks her poops don't smell and she's one casting couch away from that sixth Transformers installment that her time is coming to an end. The Television Championship you hold around your thin, leathery skinned waist will no longer be yours in two weeks time, so we'll see you at Beachamania, Miss Buck. We'll be the ones ready to wear Gold, I only assume you'll be the one with raisin, prune skin and a mouthful of STDs. Ciao.
Seth nods and Chase follows and both men walk off frame. We cut back to Jimmy and Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: So Chase is challenging Jessica Buck for the Television Championship at Beachamania?
Jimmy Garcia: I guess so!
Gravedigger: That PPV just keeps getting better and better!
Jimmy Garcia: Let's get back to some more action here on Overload! |
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 2:54:46 GMT -6
Jay Omega vs Tommy Glass
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd goes lukewarm as the opening riff to Beck's "loser" starts throughout the arena. The camera goes to the entrance ramp, where all eyes stare at...an empty space.
After a few confusing moments, Tommy Glass bursts through the curtains, his ankle getting tangled along the way. He almost trips, but manages to free himself at the last second.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Parts Unknown! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 155 pounds. He is “The Hometown Hero” Tommy Glass!
Gravedigger: I call crack-baby.
Jimmy Garcia: That… Um, yeah.
He waves sheepishly at the crowd as sympathetic applause and condescending laughter greet him.
Suddenly, a burst of pyro goes off behind him! A startled Tommy leaps forward, looking behind him like a deer in headlights before turning embarrassedly to the audience with a smile.
Jimmy Garcia: UCI would like to stress that they do not condone the harming of deer in this programming.
Gravedigger: Tell that to Bambi!
He quickly makes his way under the ropes where he jumps to the corner and eagerly awaits the start of the match.
"15 Minutes" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 226 pounds. He is Jay Omega!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner as the bell rings.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: And here we go! In a night full of dominating performances, I can only imagine we’ll see a stellar showing from the Omega Man!
A prescient prediction by Garcia as Omega immediately crosses the ring to deliver a vicious Lockdown! Glass rolls across the ring, pulling himself up into another corner. Omega sprints at him again, this time nailing the Breathtaking! As Glass falls to the ground again, Omega climbs to the top rope. He leaps! Frog Splash! Rolling Tommy onto his stomach, he locks in the Hammer of Hephaestus! Tommy taps!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by submission, Jay Omega!
“15 Minutes” hits as the audience goes wild.
Gravedigger: Was there a fucking blow party in the locker room before this show? Christ, these guys are out of their minds!
Jimmy Garcia: Twenty seconds. That was twenty fucking seconds. |
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 3:03:46 GMT -6
Co-Main Event UCI Tag Team Championship Contention
Tag Team Match S T I L L E T O vs Mayor D. Sanchez & Erin Fausse
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with the winners advancing to next week’s UCI tag team championship match!
The first riff of Dreamhouse by Deafheaven begins to ring out through the arena. At the top of the ramp dual spotlights fall in place one at each side, a contrast of light and dark, crimson and gold. Stood in the golden glow is the Six Goddess Thursday Kerrigan, attired in her flowing yellow cloak and diamond encrusted mask; stood across from her is DIAVOLO - her red cloak wrapped tightly around her curves and a smile across her similarly toned lips.
The spotlights are killed and the whole rampway is illuminated with Hollywood-esque lighting from below, strobing in an epileptic killing fashion as the two women slink side by side to the ring, ignoring the crowd reaction, the non-stop flash photography blending in with the strobe lights. As they reach the bottom of the ramp, from the staging to either side emerge twin luminous, precious jewel encrusted ‘thrones’, carried by four masked men a piece - the two women are gracefully swept skyward and carried toward the apron where they both depart and in symbiosis enter the ring.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! The team of, Thursday Kerrigan and Alessandra Diavolo, S T I L L E T O!
Thursday hopping over the top rope and Alessandra slowly and seductively sliding under the bottom rope. Reuniting again in the middle of the ring, back to back - holding this pose for a few moments before the house lights return.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s been awhile since the fans have seen these two together in a UCI ring!
Gravedigger: Shhh, there’s ladies in the ring. Don’t kill the vibe, Jimmy.
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 with Erin Fausse to his right, 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 their opponents! The team of Erin Fausse, and the UCI Rising Stars Champion, David Sanchez, The Syndicate!
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. Both he and Fausse begin 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, The Syndicate slides under the bottom ropes and leap back to their 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.
Jimmy Garcia: Some might call what the mayor has assembled to be something to fear, a dream team of sorts and I don’t think they’re wrong. A team of Sanchez and Fausse is a scary one indeed!
Gravedigger: Sanchez the best!
Sanchez and Diavolo step into the ring for their teams as the ref gets into position and calls for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
The two circle each other a bit before Sanchez throws his opponent towards the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Shoulder block from Sanchez!
Gravedigger: Hard shot there from the mayor of Chicago!
Jimmy Garcia: Fausse tagging in now!
Sanchez continues to drive a shouler into Diavolo’s midsection as Fausse steps through the ropes, quickly taking his spot in the attack. Al slumps down in the corner as Fausse runs to Stiletto’s corner.
Gravedigger: Thursday pulling the hair though, delivering blows to the back of Fausse’s head now! We’ve got a catfight on our hands, ladies and gentlemen!
Fausse swings back with a couple elbows causing Thursday to let go and drop off the apron just as her partner has recovered and is able to catch Erin off guard.
Jimmy Garcia: Diavolo with the dropkick sending Erin into the corner now!
As Erin hits the turnbuckle and rebounds, she is met with a couple armdrags from Alessandra.
Gravedigger: Diavolo with the pin!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Not quite!
Al gets to her feet, gripping a handful of Erin’s hair and dragging her with her.
Gravedigger: Erin with some knees to the midsection now!
Jimmy Garcia: Running elbow from Fausse!
Fausse gets to her corner, quickly tagging in David Sanchez who quickly charges over and stomp away at the downed Alessandra before going for a cover of his own.
One!
Kick-Out!
Sanchez lifts Alessandra to her feet now, before delivering a hard blow just under the chin.
Gravedigger: European uppercut!
Jimmy Garcia: And a second!
Gravedigger: Make that three!
Sanchez pulls his opponent into him, suplexing her back to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Sanchez sizing her up now!
As Alessandra struggles in a daze to get to her feet, Sanchez turns his attention to her partner who is shouting out on the apron.
Gravedigger: MADUSA’S TOUCH!!
Jimmy Garcia: That one sending Thursday flying off the apron!
Sanchez shows a wicked smile as he looks back towards Alessandra now, waiting for her to fully recover.
Gravedigger: Sanchez taking off now!
As Sanchez is about to connect with a second consecutive Madusa’s touch, Alessandra moves out of the way just in time, sending the mayor crashing and burning into the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: That one had to hurt!
Sanchez grabs at his groin a bit as Alessandra leaps for a desperate cover.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Sanchez is pulled to his feet by Alessandra before being launched shoulder first towards his own corner which he hits hard.
Gravedigger: Alessandra going after him!
Jimmy Garcia: Forearm from Fausse!
Fausse climbs through the ropes and rolls up the swaying Alessandra from behind.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Fausse stands up in sync with Alessandra as the two begin trading elbow shot for elbow shot. After a long sequence of this, Fausse is whipped off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Fausse off the ropes!
Jimmy Garcia: Hand of God!
Gravedigger: That’s lights out for Alessandra!
Jimmy Garcia: Fausse with the cover!
One!
Two!
NO!
Gravedigger: Alessandra just barely getting the shoulder up!
Fausse gets to the corner, tagging in Sanchez. He picks Alessandra to her feet and is met with a reversal.
Jimmy Garcia: Shoved back into his corner once again!
Fausse ducks as Alessandra comes charging in towards her partner.
Gravedigger: Fausse with the tag, but Alessandra doesn’t see it!
Jimmy Garcia: Sanchez clotheslined over the top!
Fausse reaches over and delivers a handful of strikes to Alessandra before climbing into the ring.
Gravedigger: Fausse with the DDT!
Jimmy Garcia: She’s going up!
Gravedigger: Climbing the post in Stiletto’s corner of the ring!
Jimmy Garcia: Thursday up now! She pushes Fausse off the top!
Alessandra recovers and leaps for the tag as Thursday quickly runs in and gets into position for the finish near the ropes.
Gravedigger: Time for the Dolphin Driver!
Jimmy Garcia: Fausse resisting!
Gravedigger: Flipping over just barely!
Jimmy Garcia: Into a surprise rollup!
Gravedigger: Fausse has hold of that bottom rope!
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Sanchez sliding into the ring!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: The ref never saw the break! The Syndicate got robbed here tonight!
Gravedigger: Are you surprised? Our referees are a joke!
Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, Thursday Kerrigan and Alessandra Diavolo, S T I L L E T O!
Sanchez slides into the ring, causing Stiletto to roll under the bottom rope and bail out towards the stage, laughing as they lean on each other for support and continue to back away.
Jimmy Garcia: Very good effort by both teams here tonight! Hopefully not the last time we’ll see them face off! |
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 3:04:49 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 3:06:16 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Jul 19, 2016 3:11:21 GMT -6
Main Event Howard Black vs Wentworth Updegraff Jr
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is our main event of the evening!
Playa by D-loc hits and Wentworth Updegraff Jr. and his manager Hunter come out to a chorus of boos. They both get down to the ring not faded by any crowd reaction what so ever.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Danbury, Connecticut! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Wentworth Updegraff Jr!
Gravedigger: A good main event tonight. Wentworth lookin' to get back into the major swing of things and can do so with a win tonight against Howard Black.
Jimmy Garcia: Any time you can beat Howard Black, who is presumably close to being number one contender for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship, you know you'll be back into the swing of things.
Gravedigger: I'm pretty sure we just said the same thing.
Jimmy Garcia: Maybe?
Gravedigger: Nah, I'm pretty sure.
Jimmy Garcia: And here comes the Lost Boy now!
The lights in the Warehouse go dark as the opening distorted oscillator of “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hits the PA. A chorus of boos immediately swells in the crowd as the beat kicks in and the snare rattles through the speakers. As “LOST BOYS” repeats, a strobe light hits the stage and Howard Black steps through the curtain, his hood up and head down. His collapses to his knees and throws his arms to the side as he tilts his head back and lets out a battle cry in synchronicity with the scream in the song. The lights come up in a dim blue and white as he jumps to his feet and begins to stalk down the aisle.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Lincoln, Nevada! At five feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is “The Lost Boy” Howard Black!
Howard ignores the crowd to either side as his eyes stay glued on the ring, stalking down the ramp with a look of cold rage upon his face. He makes his way up the steps and ducks beneath the top rope to enter, walking to the nearest turnbuckle and pulling himself up. He throws his head back and spreads his arms as a spotlight hits him, the crowd booing wildly. When he descends, he makes his way to his corner, pulling off the hoodie and tossing it aside. From his neck, he removes a silver crucifix on a thin chain. He stares at it for a moment, kisses it softly, then places it around the ring post before leaning back in his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Look out!
Ding Ding Ding!
The ref rings the bell as Wentworth begins the match early attacking Howard straight up with rights and lefts before throwing him to the ropes! Wentworth hits Howard with a stiff clothesline before dropping an elbow drop in the middle of the ring and going for a quick cover. It's barely a one count as Howard kicks up and gets to his feet. He's met with Wentworth shoving him back to the ropes and then thrusting him off to the other side where Howard ducks the one clothesline but when he rebounds off the ropes a second time, Wentworth puts in a headlock, sweeps around Howard and drops him with weak neckbreaker. He didn't get all of it but it's effective enough to put Howard on the mat. Wentworth goes for another cover but can't make the two before Howard kicks up and rolls out of the ring. Howard turns around and shakes the cobwebs and Hunter is looking pretty for a nice sucker punch. Howard turns around and notices Wentworth making a move too. Howard ducks and Wentworth misses Howard and almost collects his own manager/brother! Howard takes advantage and whips Wentworh into the guardrail! Hunter backs up as to not get involved. Howard picks up Wentworth and drops him shoulder first on the guardrail and then picks him up and whips him shoulder first into the ring post! The ref demands the action to get back into the ring so Howard rolls in.. then rolls out.
Gravedigger: Howard methodically moving now, and that's a pace he likes to work at.
Jimmy Garcia: You just can't let Howard Black stalk and hunt you down. It just won't work.
Howard picks up Wentworth before hitting a few back hand chops and then throwing his arm into the ring post and then throwing his arm down on the steel steps! Wentworth in pain stumbles away from Howard and rolls into the ring! Howard follows suit and as Wentworth gets to his feet and turns around, Howard drops Wentworth shoulder first across Howards own knees in the middle of the ring!
Gravedigger: He's going for the Kimura!
Wentworth drags his feet over to the ropes breaking the hold and Howard has to let go. Hunter grabs the feet of Howard and distracts him just for a bit so Wentworth can use the advantage and hits Howard in the lower back shoulder first bumping him into the turnbuckles. From there, Wentworth hits Howard with German Suplex! Wentworth's shoulder/arm are in pain so he didn't get all 100% of it, but again, was going for effectiveness! Wentworth crawls over for a pinfall but can't get a two. Wentworth still trying to work the bugs out of his arm, gets to his feet and picks up Howard throwing him to the turnbuckle. Wentworth grabs Howard out of the turnbuckles, picks him up with hurt arm/shoulder and all, and hits a running powerslam! Howard might be out! Wentworth hooks the leg!
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: You're going to need to put more offense into put Howard Black away!
Wentworth slaps the mat in frustration and picks up Howard. He hits a drop toe hold and Howard goes face first into the middle turnbuckle. Wentworth gets to his feet and garners steam but Howard turns around and just decks Wentworth with a WICKED clothesline sending Wentworth backflipping through the air! Both men on the ground for a few seconds before getting to their feet. Howard hits a few lefts and rights, Wentworth goes for another move, but Howard ducks, clutches the arm and throws Wentworth down on to his back! From there Howard drops a knee on the arm of Wentworth before trying to clench the Kimura one more time but Wentworth snakes his way out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Almost had it again!
Wentworth and Hunter are regrouping on the outside, but out of nowhere comes Howard with a dive from the top rope and takes them all down! The ref begins the count and gets to seven and eight before both men roll in. Howard gets to his feet first and ducks another wild Wentworth punch and grabs for a neckbreaker, Wentworth blocks it, turns Howard around and hits ONE TOO MANY!
Jimmy Garcia: HOLY SMOKES ITS OVER!
Gravedigger: Howard is out! One Too Many can put some of the best of them down for the count!
Wentworth struggles to get a full cover but makes the pin anyway. ONE! TWO! Kick out!
Jimmy Garcia: Howard JUST gets a shoulder up!
Wentworth gets to his feet and picks up Howard and hits a few punches before going for The Ascot Suplex! Howard gets out of it, loops around and locks on the Kimura but Hunter jumps onto the apron! Howard lets go of the hold and chases down Hunter but he jumps off the apron in time. Howard is distracted just enough for Wentworth to roll up Howard! ONE! TWO! Kick out! Howard gets to his feet but is met with a stiff right kick to the face from Wentworth and then is picked up and Wentworth nails the The Ascot Suplex!
Jimmy Garcia: IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, IT'S OVER!
One!
Two!
Thr-
Gravedigger: Whoa! Howard kicks up!
Jimmy Garcia: I thought Wentworth had it!
Wentworth, still frustrated and pissed off, slaps the mat and gets to his feet. He taunts Howard and as Howard gets up Wentworth runs full speed but Howard side steps and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Wentworth stumbles out and turns around to Howard nailing the The Seventh Seal!
Jimmy Garcia: OH WOW! WHAT A COMEBACK! HOWARD HAS HIM BEAT!
Hunter again jumps onto the apron but Howard has it calculated perfectly and hits a mean dropkick to the face knocking him off the apron! Howard turns around and Wentworth gets to his feet but Howard drops him with the Kimura lock! Wentworth is trying not to tap but he's in the middle of the ring!
Gravedigger: This could be the end of it!
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth trying desperately to get to the ropes!
Gravedigger: He's inching towards them!
Jimmy Garcia: Just a little further!
Gravedigger: Howard Black pulling back harder now though!
Jimmy Garcia: He's forced to tap!
The bell rings as Wentworth slaps the mat. Howard keeps it locked in as the bell rings while Wentworth shouts out in pain.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by submission, Howard Black!
As the ref tries to pull Howard away, he is met with a furious honey badger who lets go of the hold only to lash out before pushing himself past the referee.
Gravedigger: Man on a mission right there! He wanted Crow McMorris, he wanted a shot at the world title, and now he's got it! In just two weeks, we will see Crow McMorris defend his belt against Howard Black! |
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