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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 12:48:33 GMT -6
Alright so I have decided that what I'm going to do is slowly release the matches throughout the day so you can keep checking back here. It won't be super quick, so everyone can relax and sort of check them out at their leisure, also because they're not entirely done. Anyway, on with the show!!! Opening Segment
Fireworks explode and loud music plays as we get our first look at the entrance stage for the Updegraff Industries one hundred thousand dollar invitational. The stage is larger than any UCI has ever seen, and the Updegraff Industries logo is plastered across it in giant letters. The big screen is also obscenely large, with the same logo stretched across the top. We close up on the announce table, where Jimmy Garcia and Gravedigger sit, dressed in matching tuxedos provided for them by the company. A small version of the Updegraff Industries logo sits across each man’s breast pocket.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational tournament. Tonight promises to be some of the most exciting action we’ve seen in quite some time.
Gravedigger: That’s right! In the first round we have Erin Fausse versus Kyle Cameron, Bonnie Blue versus Mayor David Sanchez, Polar Phantasm versus Alex Richards, and Taylor Wright versus Dustin Beaver. An unbelievable lineup of talent.
Jimmy Garcia: And with one hundred thousand dollars on the line, you know these wrestlers are going to get competitive.
“Playa” by D-Loc starts playing, causing the fans to boo as a reflex. Out walks Wentworth Updegraff Jr., flanked by six very muscular, but very scantily clad female bodyguards. A fresh black eye marrs his otherwise flawless face.
Jimmy Garcia: And here comes Wentworth Updegraff Jr., sporting that present given to him by one of tonight’s competitors, Bonnie Blue.
Handcuffed to Wentworth is a large, steel briefcase containing the night’s prize. The bodyguards push back a fan or two, as he makes his way down the ramp, and into the ring. Once he is inside, they surround the ring, and stand silently. He grabs a mic, but the crowd refuses to let him speak, booing mercilessly.
Wentworth: Would you cretins please show some respect for once in your miserable lives, and shut up when true greatness stands in the ring before you?
This only causes the crowd to boo louder.
Wentworth: I see you lot are as cultured as ever. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, you have the honor of witnessing wrestling history. You are about to watch the first ever Updegraff Industries Hundred Thousand Dollar Invitational Tournament! A tournament designed to find the best of the best of the best, and reward them with money. Otherwise known as the process that makes America great. So, without further ado, allow me to introduce tonight’s special guest timekeeper, Hunter Updegraff!
“Wiggle” by Jason Derulo begins to play, and out walks Hunter Updegraff, draped in a neon green fur coat, with a curvy, bikini clad lady beneath each arm. He has an unlit blunt dangling from his mouth, and a bottle of vodka in each hand. He walks up the steps and into the ring, taking the microphone from his brother.
Hunter: Alright y’all, let’s get the party train rollin’! King Koopa Bloopa, AKA the white Steve Buscemi, AKA Captain Tongue, AKA Billy Bump Bump, AKA DJ Busta Hymen, AKA Mister Ex, AKA Hunter S. Stomp’em in the house, and I’m pourin’ shots for all my ‘nillas in the front row all night, baby! Let’s git this shit lit!
Hunter rolls out of the ring, and begins pouring liquor into the cups of the fans in the front row, as Wentworth takes the microphone back.
Wentworth: Phenomenal. Now, what would a special event like this be without a special guest ring announcer? Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce to you a man known across the wrestling world. A former world champion… Waylon Cash!
“White Trash Renegade” by Big B plays over the sound system, as the fans erupt at the sight of the long haired hellbilly dancing out onto the entrance ramp.
Jimmy Garcia: We haven’t seen Waylon Cash since the Wave!
Gravedigger: I was hoping he had died.
Waylon struts down the ramp and rolls into the ring, taking the mic from Wentworth.
Waylon: That’s right baby! You got Waylon back for the night!
The crowd screams their approval, bringing a smile to the face of the retired wrestler. He then turns his attention to Wentworth.
Waylon: Thanks for that intro, Went, but I think I got it from here.
Looking mildly annoyed, Wentworth climbs out of the ring with his female bodyguards, and stands at ringside, that metal briefcase clutched firmly in his hand.
Waylon: That’s right ladies and gents, we’re about to get the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar tourney kicked off right! We gonna see some shit tonight boy, and it don’t get no better than our openin’ match! This one is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit…
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 12:56:16 GMT -6
Opening match: Kyle Cameron V. Erin Fausse
"So Whatcha Want" hits the airwaves and jeering erupts from the crowd as Kyle Cameron theatrically emerges from the curtain. The crowd hurdling abuse towards him, he pulls a black Sharpie from his pocket, offering to sign his autograph for the crowd in the front row, although no one takes him up on it.
Waylon: Standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, Kyle Cameron!
A random crowd member yells at him "YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG!" to which Kyle replies "You're just jealous of me!" The crowd continue booing him as he gets in the ring, trying to pull off awesome poses in the middle of the ring, even though he just makes himself look silly. His music dies.
Waylon: And his opponent…
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.
Waylon: Standing five feet, six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… Erin Fausse!
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. 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. The ref gives a quick reading of the rules, and signals for the bell to ring. As soon as it does, Kyle Cameron sprints forward, hitting Erin with a surprise lariat, sending her to the canvas.
Jimmy Garcia: Cheapshot by Kyle Cameron, and it looks to have been quite effective!
Gravedigger: You say cheapshot, I say brilliant tactical maneuver.
Kyle stands up and stomps away on the back of her neck, drawing loud boos from the crowd. He lifts her up and tosses her into the corner, hitting her with several forearms to the jaw. He then whips her into the opposite corner, and follows after, hitting her with a hard shoulder to the midsection. She falls to the ground, allowing Kyle to scrape his boot across her face a few times.
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle Cameron showing Erin Fausse absolutely no respect here tonight!
Gravedigger: Are you surprised? Kyle Cameron doesn’t show respect for anybody.
Jimmy Garcia: Maybe that’s why he’s still looking for his first win here in UCI.
He picks her up out of the corner, and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound she’s too quick, and hits Kyle with a dropkick to the knee. He hits the ground, and she pops up, dropping a knee onto the back of his skull. She does it again, before lifting him up, and bouncing off the ropes, hitting him with a leaping knee to the face.
Jimmy Garcia: Erin Fausse taking control in a big way here!
She lifts Kyle up, and kicks him in the gut, before bouncing off the ropes and hitting him with a straight kick to the side of the head. He hits the ground, and she covers him.
...1!
...2!
...No! Cameron kicks out. She drags him to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. On the rebound he hits her with a hard clothesline, sending her to the ground once more.
Jimmy Garcia: Erin is clearly the more experienced wrestler, but Kyle outweighs her by 85 pounds and is half a foot taller than her. That’s going to count for something.
Gravedigger: Stop making excuses. Kyle Cameron is a top notch athlete, and he’s going to use his expert prowess to beat Fausse here tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh please.
Kyle drops a couple sloppy knees across Erin’s midsection, before grabbing her in a side headlock, and wrenching on her neck.
Gravedigger: You see what he’s doing here? He’s using his one in a million technical prowess to wear down that neck for the DDT.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, would you shut up?
Kyle spends a little too much time wrenching the neck, giving Fausse enough time maneuver her way out of the hold. He looks to get her in some other hold, but a quick jab to the eye by Fausse puts a stop to that. Kyle now clutching his eye in pain, Erinn readies herself then gets the drop toe hold on Kyle. Before Cameron can get up, Fausse gets a HUGE knee drop to the back of his head! She goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-No, Cameron kicks out!
Gravedigger: You see that? THAT'S having heart. Cameron refusing to give in to Fausse!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like Fausse is starting to get a bit angry she can't put Cameron down.
Indeed, Erin shows signs of frustration before a quick stomp to the neck of Kyle to keep him before ascending to the top rope!
Jimmy Garcia: Yep, she's looking to end it here folks!
Erin looks to the sky for a brief moment, then leaps off!
Jimmy Garcia: HALLELUJAH! ERIN FAUSSE CONNECTS WITH THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS, THIS COULD DO IT!!
Erin hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Gravedigger: NOOOOOOOO, CAMERON KICKED OUT! CAMERON KICKED OUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Literally HOW did Cameron kick out of that!
Gravedigger: FIGHTING SPIRIT, GARCIA. FIGHTING. SPIRIT.
Erinn can be heard yelling "What the fuck?!" at the referee, thinking she had Cameron beat, before opting to finally put Cameron away with some Baptism By Fire!
Jimmy Garcia: CAMERON'S FACE IS GETTING SMASHED IN BY FAUSSE'S BOOT! THIS IS BRUTAL, FOLKS.
The ref, having seen enough, pulls Fausse aside and reprimands her. She starts to fight back until
Gravedigger: CAMERON'S GOT HER IN A SMALL PACKAGE! CAMERON'S GOT HER IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
The ref counts...
ONE!
TWO!!
.......
THREE!?!!?!?!!?!?
Gravedigger: WHAT? WHAT?
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my god. Oh my god.
The fans collectively gasp as the bell rings.
Waylon: Here is your winner....KYLE CAMERON!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh. My. God. Kyle Cameron just STOLE the victory from Erin.
Gravedigger: Jimmy, I know this is only the first match of the night, but I think we may have just seen the upset of the tournament, wouldn't you say?
Jimmy Garcia: Absolutely. Even Cameron doesn't seem to comprehend what's just gone down.
Indeed, Kyle is staring at the ceiling, his big victory having not registered in his brain...giving Fausse enough time to climb back up to the top and hit him with a "fuck you" 450 Splash!
Jimmy Garcia: Jesus, what a poor sport.
Gravedigger: Cameron may have advanced in the tournament, but will he be in any shape to actually stand a chance in the ladder match tonight? We shall see.
The camera fades to black as Fausse leaves the ring, pissed off and about to explode, as refs help Cameron get to his feet.
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 14:38:47 GMT -6
David Sanchez v. Bonnie Blue
Jimmy Garcia: That’s one match in the books, and up next is sure to be an instant classic, as David Sanchez faces off against Bonnie Blue! Things have been heating up between the Guardians and the Syndicate for weeks, and after Alex Richards' bar, the Sloshed Pit, went up in flames -- at the hands of Taylor Wright --
Gravedigger: -- Allegedly.
Jimmy Garcia: Right. Allegedly. What I'm saying is, there is no love lost between these two competitors.
Gravedigger: No, there isn't, Jimmy. Too bad for Bonnie, though. David Sanchez is in better shape, and more focused, than I've ever seen him. While Bonnie Blue is coasting on the first title win of her career, Sanchez is in it to win it.
Jimmy Garcia: To your point, though, Gravedigger... she is a tag team champion.
Gravedigger: Thanks to a little help from Jim Thuggin'. Besides, this is a singles match, Jimmy. Whole different ballgame.
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.
Waylon Cash: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring tonight, residing in City Hall, Chicago. Weighing in tonight at 213lbs, he is the Mayor of Chicago and current Rising Stars champion; 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.
Waylon Cash: And his opponent, weighing in at one-hundred-forty-three pounds... hailing from parts unknown....she is the Daughter of Time..... BONNNNIIEE BLUE!!!!!
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. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.
The bell rings, and the pair meet in the middle, Bonnie gazing up at Sanchez with a look of defiance. A collar-and-elbow tie-up ends quickly as David Sanchez knocks Bonnie to the mat with a vicious shove.
Jimmy Garcia: And down goes Bonnie! But she springs right back to her feet and gives Sanchez a slap across the face!
With a condescending smirk, Sanchez leans down to give Bonnie a better shot, one finger tapping the side of his jaw. She doesn't even take the time to consider it; Bonnie hauls back, and... without warning, she drops the pretense and dives to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Legsweep! Legsweep out of nowhere from Bonnie Blue! She rolls Sanchez into a small package!
ONE ...
Gravedigger: And a powerful kickout from the Mayor sends Bonnie halfway across the ring! She rebounds off the ropes -- and is caught by Sanchez with a clothesline! THAT'S how you take care of business. Here's the cover!
ONE ...
TWO -- KICKOUT!
Jimmy Garcia: Only a two-count, and Bonnie Blue is on her feet again... The Daughter of Time on the offense now. She hits the ropes for a springboard .... BUT NO! Sanchez has it scouted and uses her momentum to drop Bonnie facefirst onto the mat!
Sanchez waits for Bonnie to get to her knees, then grabs her by the head and helps her the rest of the way up -- only to send her reeling with a European uppercut! She stumbles away from him, but Sanchez isn't about to give her a chance to recover. He backs her into a corner and unleashes a series of forearm strikes, until the referee warns him off. Immediately, he raises his hands and steps away, never once taking his eyes from Bonnie's.
Gravedigger: This is smart strategy from David Sanchez. Look how he's forcing Bonnie to go at his speed. He always dictates the pace of a match, but that's twice as important with a high-flyer like Bonnie Blue. Her advantage lies in quickness. Take that away, you put the odds in your favor.
Back in the middle of the ring, Blue and Sanchez lock up again. This time it's Bonnie who breaks the hold with a knee to the midsection. Then, taking hold of the Mayor's left arm, she carefully climbs up the ropes and begins to walk along the top.
Jimmy Garcia: Is she... is she doing what I think she's doing?
Bonnie takes one more step, then leaps down. Instead of releasing her hold, she pulls Sanchez into a modified abdominal stretch.
Gravedigger: She is, Jimmy. Already reaching into Reb's old bag of tricks with the Stars and Bars! That is one painful submission -- IF she can get it locked in....
But Sanchez powers of out it and reverses, twisting Bonnie's arm as he steps behind her. He lifts up on the arm as he stomps the mat -- once -- twice -- three times, driving her to her knees. Bonnie reaches out -- her fingers brush the bottom rope -- but Sanchez wrenches her arm. She tries again, straining as his thumbs dig into her wrist, increasing the pressure. Once more, she reaches for the ropes, and --
Jimmy Garcia: She did it! Bonnie Blue has hold of the bottom rope! David Sanchez has no choice but to let go!
Bonnie rolls out under the bottom rope, rubbing at her shoulder as she tests her range of motion. Sanchez paces inside the ring like a big cat, watching her; giving her space when the ref orders her back into the ring. And lightning-quick, he pounces, catching her off-guard with a forearm strike before he pulls her into a facelock.
Gravedigger: Sanchez setting up for a suplex here... wait. Bonnie's got her leg hooked around his. He tries again -- and again, she blocks him. The third time has to be the charm -- but no! Somehow, Bonnie Blue slips out!
Jimmy Garcia: And follows up with a quick enzuigiri! While Sanchez is distracted, Bonnie goes for an inverted facelock of her own! She twists around and drives her elbow into her opponent's chest! Infinity Paradox! And a cover!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR -- NO!
Gravedigger: Sanchez gets his shoulder up! And he shoves Bonnie off him.
Jimmy Garcia: Dude, I wouldn't. She could cover me anytime...
Gravedigger: Ew. Thanks for that mental image. Moving on -- Both competitors looking a little worse for the wear now. Sanchez takes Bonnie's arm and whips her into the ropes; she ducks a clothesline on the rebound!
Grasping the ropes to halt her momentum, Bonnie turns to face Sanchez -- just as he plows into her with a short-arm clothesline that sends her tumbling over the top. But Bonnie catches herself on the ring apron and reaches across to grab Sanchez by the head as she begins to ascend the ropes from outside. Before her footing is secure, however, David pulls out of Bonnie's grasp, causing her to lose her balance and drop to the mats outside. Done toying with her, he follows swiftly.
Jimmy Garcia: Uh-oh. Bonnie may be in trouble now. Sanchez pressing the advantage as he hauls her up and slings her into the crowd barrier!
The fans boo as Sanchez pulls Blue up by the hair, then cheer when she fires a right hand at his face. The Mayor fires one right back, drawing another boo from the crowd, then runs Bonnie's worked-over shoulder into the steel ring steps. At this point, David turns to face the audience -- and Bonnie seizes the moment. From a low crouch, she launches herself at Sanchez and takes him to the floor with a sloppy -- but effective -- spear. In the ring, the ref starts to count.
ONE!
Bonnie ignores the ref as she hops up onto the ring apron and stares down at Sanchez.
TWO!
She measures her leap...
THREE!
...and dives off, leading with her elbow!
FOUR!
There is a collective gasp from the audience as -- at the last possible second -- David Sanchez rolls out of the way! Bonnie crashes onto the outside mats and curls up in pain!
FIVE!
Sanchez looks down at Blue, then pulls her up and shoves her into the ring before climbing in after. She gets to her feet, a little unsteady, but she shakes it off and charges at Sanchez, who is ready for her. He kicks her in the gut, and spins her around, before locking in a dragon sleeper, and falling backwards, grapevining his legs around her midsection.
Jimmy Garcia: There it is! Asphyxih8!
Gravedigger: Oh, is that how you pronounce that?
Sanchez wrenches hard on the hold, as Bonnie’s limbs flail in all directions, none of them anywhere near a rope. David just wrenches harder on the hold, as Bonnie begins to fade. Her limbs go limp, and the ref drops to a knee, lifting her arm, and letting it drop.
ONE!
He lifts it again, only for it to drop once more.
TWO!
He lifts her arm one last time, and lets go, only this time it stays up in the air, as the crowd erupts, and begins cheering Bonnie on. She regains herself enough to bring her elbow backward into Sanchez’s ribs three times, which is enough to force him to let go of the hold. She rolls out of his grasp, and gets to her feet before he can. She then runs toward him and jumps up, going for a hurricarana. He catches her before she can complete the move, and drops her down into a nasty powerbomb. He holds on, and lifts her again, hitting her with a second, and then a third before letting go.
Jimmy Garcia: Well if that submission hold didn’t do it, those powerbombs did.
Sanchez lifts Bonnie up, and props her up in the corner, before backing across the ring. He runs at her and goes for his Yakuza kick, but she moves out of the way, causing David to catch himself on the top turnbuckle, and stumble backward into a schoolboy roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
No! Sanchez kicks out! They both pop up at the same time, but Sanchez is too fast, hitting Bonnie with a nasty boot to the face. He props her up in the corner again, this time only backing halfway across the ring. He runs forward and hits a Yakuza kick to the face, sending Bonnie to the mat.
Gravedigger: The Medusa’s Touch, and this one is over.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Waylon Cash: Your winner, and moving on to the semi finals, David Sanchez!
David stands and raises his hands in victory, as the ref checks on Bonnie.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard fought match from Bonnie Blue tonight. She has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.
Sanchez rolls out of the ring, as Wentworth Updegraff Jr. slides under the bottom rope, and goes to check on Bonnie, who is still on the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: This is rather out of character for Wentworth. He’s showing concern for a fallen enemy.
Gravedigger: He’s a jerk, not a monster.
Wentworth reaches down, and helps a confused looking Bonnie to her feet. He grabs a mic from a ringside attendant in the hand that’s not cuffed to a metal briefcase.
Wentworth: Bonnie, I have to give it to you, that was an amazing effort here tonight. I am incredibly impressed, and I wanted to shake your hand.
He drops the mic and holds out his hand for her to shake. She looks even more confused, but the fans cheer her on. She eventually decides to reach out and shake his hand. The crowd applauds as they turn and Wentworth raises her arm high in victory.
Jimmy Garcia: Wow, I am incredibly surprised by Wentworth tonight.
Wentworth then yanks Bonnie toward him, and clubs her with the briefcase, sending her to the mat again.
Jimmy Garcia: And there it is.
Wentworth laughs, as the crowd showers him with boos. He then climbs out of the ring, as the EMTs rush down to tend to Bonnie.
Jimmy Garcia: Absolutely despicable move from Wentworth. What a cowardly, disgusting act.
Gravedigger: What did you expect? Them to hug and play nice? This is wrestling.
Jimmy Garcia: I guess a little civility is too much to ask. Either way, we move on to the next match of the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational with a much anticipated match up. Team mates square off when Alex Richards faces the Polar Phantasm!
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 15:15:51 GMT -6
Alex Richards v. Polar Phantasm
Gravedigger: I’ve been waiting for this one all week. Finally we pull the mask off the Guardians, and see how much they really despise each other, I can’t wait!
Waylon: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring…
“Guardians of the Night” begins to play, causing the audience to erupt in applause. Polar Phantasm soon steps out onto the entrance ramp, followed closely by Alex Richards. Jimmy Garcia: Look at that. They’re coming out together in a show of solidarity.
Gravedigger: It’s all an act. Just wait until that bell rings and their livelihoods are on the line. There are no friends between those ropes.
Waylon Cash: Ladies and gentlemen, both competitors for this match, representing the Guardians, Alex Richards and the Polar Phantasm!
The crowd cheers as the men high five fans on their way to the ring. They don’t get into the ring right away. Instead they both make their way around the ring and step up to Wentworth Updegraff Jr., backing him against the barricade. They give him an earful for what he did to Bonnie, but when he threatens to disqualify them both, they roll their eyes and get into the ring, going to their separate corners. Gravedigger: They need to show some respect for the man who put together this tournament.
Jimmy Garcia: You mean the man who just cravenly attacked their friend and tag team partner?
Gravedigger: Yeah… what did I say?
The ref gives a quick run down of the rules, before signalling for the bell. The two men circle each other a bit, before locking up. Alex Richards takes charge with his obvious size advantage, and pushes Phantasm back into the corner. The ref pushes them apart, and they move back to the middle of the ring. They lock up again, this time Phantasm quickly moves it to a headlock. Richards falls back against the ropes, and slingshots Phantasm across the ring. On the rebound, Polar dodges around the big man and rolls him up in a school boy. ...1! ...No! Richards kicks out before two. Both men pop up, and Richards hits Polar with an arm drag, holding on for an arm bar. Jimmy Garcia: Rather respectful match they’re having, wouldn’t you say?
Gravedigger: What a load. HIT EACH OTHER YOU PUSSIES!
Phantasm gets to his feet, and gets out of the arm bar with an arm drag, separating the two men. They circle each other once more. Polar goes in for the attack, but Richards sidesteps him and hits him with a hip toss takedown. He lifts Polar and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a high back body drop on the rebound. He picks Polar up again, and hits him with a scoop slam, before bouncing off the ropes and dropping an elbow. He goes for the pin. ...1! ...2! ...No! Phantasm kicks out. Jimmy Garcia: That was a heavy elbow. It almost looked like it was over right there.
Richards picks Phantasm up, and once again whips him into the ropes. He goes for another back body drop, but this time Phantasm jumps over him and goes for a sunset flip. He tries, but can’t take Alex Richards down. Alex steadies himself, before dropping down and attempting to crush Polar. Phantasm slides out of the way just in time, and hooks Alex’s arms behind him, rolling him into a crucifix pin. ...1! ...2! ...No! Richards kicks out! As Richards rises to his feet, Polar runs to the ropes, and springboards backward off the second rope, hitting Alex with an elbow to the jaw. Alex stumbles backwards, bouncing off the opposite ropes, and getting hit with a high dropkick from Polar Phantasm. Richards stumbles back and bounces off the ropes again. This time Polar hits him with a drop toe hold, and jumps up, quickly locking in a single leg boston crab. He pulls on the hold, as Alex grabs in vain for the bottom rope. Gravedigger: Now things are picking up! Look at that pain on Alex Richards’ face!
Alex pushes his torso up, and flings his leg out, sending Polar flying between the ropes, and crashing to the cement floor. Richards lifts himself up, and waits for Polar to do the same. Phantasm eventually does so, before rolling inside, and squaring up with his partner once more. Alex takes a swing, and Polar ducks it, bouncing off the ropes behind him. On the rebound, Polar jumps up and hits Alex with a leaping bulldog, which sends him hard to the canvas. Jimmy Garcia: This one starting to heat up as the reality sets in.
Gravedigger: What did I tell you?
Polar quickly climbs to the second rope, and jumps off, hitting a front flip senton to the middle of Richards’ back. He presses his knee into Alex’s back, and locks in a rear chinlock, pulling back hard. Alex claws at Polar’s hands, before reaching out and just managing to grab the bottom rope. Polar immediately releases and stands to his feet, letting Alex do the same. Polar falls back against the ropes, and runs at Alex, but doesn’t get a move off. Alex swings with a lariat, and takes Polar out. Jimmy Garcia: My god! He almost took Polar’s head off.
Gravedigger: That’s what you have to do! There’s no room for friends here!
Alex lifts Polar up, and raises him into a torture rack position. He bounces up and down, wrenching on the man’s spine, trying to get him to tap. Polar cries out, but manages to compose himself enough to throw a few right hands at Alex’s head. This loosens his grip, allowing Polar to slip to the ground, and kick him in the gut. With Alex doubled over, Polar bounces off the ropes, and hits him with a dropkick to the side of the head, before covering him. ...1! ...2! ...No! Alex gets the shoulder up! Polar makes his way over to the corner, and climbs to the top. Richards dives into the ropes, shaking them, and causing Polar to fall. He hits the turnbuckle hard, before falling the rest of the way to the mat. Alex drags him out of the corner, and begins to climb the ropes himself. He sits on the top turnbuckle, and takes a moment to breathe. This moment is all Polar needs to pop up, run to the corner, and climb to the top. He jumps and tries to hit a hurricarana, but Alex catches him, and leaps off the top, hitting Polar with a powerbomb/lungblower combo. Jimmy Garcia: THE SANITY SLIP!
Alex immediately covers Polar. ...1! ...2! ...3! Waylon Cash: Your winner, moving on to the semi-finals, Alex Richards!
Alex lays there for a few moments, before bringing himself to his feet, and helping Polar up too. The two men embrace in the middle of the ring, before Alex helps Phantasm to the back. The crowd cheers loudly as the walk up the ramp. Jimmy Garcia: And it ends with a tremendous show of respect. Good for both of these men.
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 16:25:07 GMT -6
Dustin Beaver V. Taylor Wright
Waylon Cash: The following match is the final match of the first round of the tournament, and is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring…
“Where are U Now” Hits the PA system, and out comes Dustin Beaver, smiling from ear to ear. He poses on top of the entrance ramp to the sound of the crowd booing him vigorously. Waylon Cash: Standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is Dustin Beaver!
Dustin throws his arms out, and struts down the ramp, rolling himself into the ring. He smiles at the angry fans, before making his way to his corner as his music dies. Waylon Cash: And his opponent…
“I am the Fire” plays, and Taylor Wright steps out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd boos, as he steps to the ring, paying them little attention. Waylon Cash: Standing six feet three inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, Taylor Wright!
Taylor glares at the crowd, before making his way up the steps and into the ring. His eyes lock on Beaver, as he steps to his corner. Jimmy Garcia: Expect nothing but a vicious fight from these two.
The music dies, and the ref reads them the rules, before signalling for the bell. Immediately both men run to the middle of the ring, and begin trading punches. They wail away on each other, until Beaver goes for a roll up. Taylor Wright reverses it, and puts his feet up on the ropes for leverage. ...1! ...2! ...3! Dustin kicks out, but not soon enough. He looks at the ref in disbelief as Taylor celebrates. Waylon Cash: Your winner, moving on to the semi-finals, Taylor Wright!
Taylor throws his hands in the air, as Beaver yells at the ref, but it does no good. Jimmy Garcia: Quick win from Taylor Wright, that catapults him to the semi-finals!
Gravedigger: He has to feel like he won the lottery today.
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 9, 2016 19:21:15 GMT -6
Semi-final match #1 David Sanchez V. Kyle Cameron
Jimmy Garcia: Well that is it for round one of the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar tournament. Kyle Cameron, Mayor Sanchez, Alex Richards, and Taylor Wright all moving on. Wait, hold on, what’s happening.
All of a sudden, Wentworth and Hunter walk over to the commentary booth, and kick the two men out of their chairs in rough fashion. They slide on the headsets and take the men’s chairs.
Wentworth: I couldn’t stand one more minute of their pointless droning.
Hunter: You got that right, boss. Them ‘nillas be mad boring. We gon’ git this bitch lit, ya heard?
Wentworth: Indeed.
Waylon Cash: The following match is a the first match in the semi-finals of the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational! This is a ladder match with no time limit. Coming to the ring first…
“So Whatcha Want.” plays over the PA system, and out comes Kyle Cameron, looking incredibly pleased with himself. He throws a few shadow punches, and struts down the ramp.
Waylon Cash: standing six feet tall and weighing two hundred and ten pounds, Kyle Cameron!
Kyle rolls into the ring, and poses for the cameras as the fans shower him with boos. He grins as he takes his place, and his music dies.
“Out of the Black” begins to play, causing the fans to grow even louder in their hatred.
Waylon Cash: And his opponent…
David Sanchez walks out onto the ramp, an angry grimace on his face. He glares out at the audience in disgust, before making his way to the ring.
Waylon Cash: Standing six feet three inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, Mayor David Sanchez!
Sanchez walks up the steps, and wipes his feet on the apron, before stepping between the ropes. He throws his fist in the air as the fans show their disapproval in raucous fashion.
Wentworth: These fans are being incredibly disrespectful in the presence of this great man, Mayor David Sanchez.
Hunter: You got that right. This mother fucker hard as fuck. Even if Kyle beats him, he ain’t gonna have no fun doin’ it. Chuch.
David cracks his neck, and stands in his corner, glaring across the ring at Kyle.
Wentworth: How do you think Kyle’s going to approach this one? I hate to say it, but he seems outmatched.
Hunter: Nah. Kyle might be the douchetanic, but he wants to win bad. This is gonna be a damn fight.
The ref reads them both the rules, and signals for the bell to ring. Immediately Sanchez sprints across the ring, and hits Kyle with a nasty European uppercut before he can even get out of the corner. David then hits him with a couple knees to the midsection, before tossing him out of the corner to the mat. He stomps on Kyle’s back a few times, before lifting him up, and tossing him back into the corner. Pummeling him with rights and lefts, he puts Kyle in a seated position, before backing across the ring.
Wentworth: Sanchez taking control early, and he’s about to deal a deathblow!
David runs across the ring, but Kyle rolls out of the way just in time, causing Sanchez to ram himself into the turnbuckle. He stumbles backwards, and gets hit with a chop block that send him to the mat. Cameron then dives on him and locks on a tight headlock, wrenching with all his might.
Wentworth: Kyle Cameron has taken control, and is holding on for dear life!
Hunter: He knows he gotta keep a hold of it if he wants to have it again, you dig?
Wentworth: We have three matches to go, maybe lay off the booze for a minute.
Cameron holds onto Sanchez’s neck. David reaches for the ropes, and tries to free himself, but nothing seems to work. After a bit, Sanchez resorts to throwing a few desperation punches over his shoulder, landing one or two just beneath Kyle’s eye. He lets go, allowing Sanchez to turn around, grab him in his own headlock, and hit him with several hard rights to the forehead. He picks Kyle up, and tosses him between the ropes, following him to the floor. He picks Cameron up again, and throws him violently against the steel barricade. He wastes no time in grabbing a ladder from under the ring, and tossing it over the top rope.
Wentworth: Sanchez wants to get this match over with quick. He knows the longer it goes the more tired he’s going to be in the finals.
Hunter: Sanchez goin’ buck wild up in this bitch!
Sanchez rolls inside and sets up the ladder. He begins to climb for the briefcase that hangs above the ring. He reaches at one point, and just misses, so he goes to step up one more rung, only to find that Kyle’s hand has wrapped around his ankle. Cameron grabs tight and yanks backward, sending Sanchez crashing to the mat face first. Cameron folds up the ladder, and lifts it above his head, bringing it down hard across Sanchez’s shoulder blades. He does so again, before tossing it to the side, and stomping away on the back of David’s head.
Hunter: Aw damn! KC stompin’ Sanchez so hard, I’m worried we’re gonna see brains start leakin’ out his nose or some shit.
Cameron picks David up, and hits him with a sloppy scoop slam onto the ladder. He then climbs slowly to the top rope, poses for a second, and jumps off, going for an elbow drop. Sanchez rolls off the ladder, causing Kyle to crash rib first into the steel, and writhe around in agony.
Wentworth: Kyle had him, but he taunted the man one second too long, and caught a midsection full of metal.
Sanchez slowly stands to his feet, bringing Cameron up with him. He flips the man up, and hits him with a vicious powerbomb onto the steel, bringing an “ooh” of sympathy from the crowd. Sanchez roughly shove him off, and sets the ladder up, before climbing. He gets within reach of the briefcase, but in desperation Kyle pops up, and throws himself against the side of the ladder. It tips over, sending Sanchez over the top rope, crashing hard to the cement floor. The crowd erupts as Kyle lays in the ring, and Sanchez lays outside.
Hunter: I said god DAMN!
Wentworth: We’re not that far into this match, and both of these men are battered and beaten! I gotta tell you, when I came up with this brilliant idea, I had no clue it would be this amazing. Thank you, me.
Cameron begins to drag himself to the ropes, as Sanchez shows no sign of movement. Kyle pulls himself up using the ropes, and rests against the corner once he’s to his feet. He looks out and sees Sanchez starting to pull himself up by the apron. Once he’s up, Kyle runs and throws himself between the ropes with no skill whatsoever. He connects, and send both men crashing backward into the barricade. They lay on the ground as the crowd gives them their first ”holy shit” chant.
Wentworth: While I don’t appreciate the obscenity from the crowd, I can’t help but agree with the sentiment! My god what a show of self sacrifice by Kyle Cameron, and both men are down!
Hunter: That was fucked up!
Wentworth: Eloquently stated.
Kyle Cameron is the first to stir, struggling to drag himself up and roll under the bottom rope. He takes some time to regain his bearings, before setting the ladder back up, and slowly starting to climb. Somewhere in the middle of the climb, Sanchez rolls himself under the bottom rope, but has trouble moving much more. It isn’t until he’s almost at the top that Sanchez gets to his feet, and climbs up behind him. Cameron pushes himself to climb, but Sanchez grabs hold, and gets one rung beneath him, grabbing him around the waist. He throws Kyle backward in a german suplex, sending both men flying. Kyle hits hard and rolls to the corner, while Sanchez lays on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
Wentworth: Both of these men are fighting with everything they have. That shows you, winning this tournament isn’t just about money. They know that some of the best wrestlers in the world were here tonight, and winning this is about pride.
Hunter: Oh… can I have the money then?
Wentworth:...No.
Sanchez slowly gets to his feet, and makes his way over to the corner, stomping away at Kyle’s chest. He then lifts Cameron and props him against the top rope. David then grabs the ladder and sets it on his shoulder, before running across the ring and plowing it into Kyle’s face like a battering ram. The blood immediately begins to flow from a large gash in Kyle’s forehead, dripping down his face in rivers. Sanchez tosses the ladder down and pulls Kyle out of the corner. He goes for a piledriver, but Kyle blocks it, and flips Sanchez over. David lands hard on the ladder, and screams out in agony. Kyle can not capitalize however, as he has dropped down to a knee in exhaustion and pain.
Wentworth: Kyle Cameron has fought hard, but we might have just seen him expend the last of his energy.
Hunter: Yeah, his ass is tired as fuck.
Kyle slowly manages to stand, and set the ladder up. With great difficulty, he climbs the rungs, one by one, reaching out for the briefcase in sheer desperation. Once he is halfway up, Sanchez crawls over to the ladder, and begins climbing the other side. They both reach the top at the same time, and at first they are too tired to even attempt to throw punches. Sanchez is the first to swing, connecting with a nasty right. Kyle comes right back though, hitting Sanchez so hard, he drops back off the ladder, and bounces off the ropes. He then falls forward, knocking the ladder over. Kyle falls with it, crotching himself on the top rope, and falling to the mat.
Wentworth: Both men so close, and now so far.
Sanchez sets the ladder back up, but can’t quite get his body to climb it,s o he walks over and stomps away on Kyle. A few stomps connect with his forehead, opening the cut even more. He lifts Kyle up, and Cameron kicks him in the gut, before hitting a swift DDT, leaving both men laying once again.
Hunter: There it is! Cameron hits that crazy ass DDT of his! He’s gotta climb that ladder though, and he’s lookin’ like a raver bitch after a three day bender. Ya heard?
Kyle stands slowly, and drags himself up the ladder, his face covered completely in crimson. Sanchez uses the ladder to get himself to his feet, before grabbing Kyle and pulling him back down. David hits him with several right hands. He then tosses him into the corner, and leans back against the ladder. After a moment or two, Sanchez runs forward and hits Kyle with a powerful Yakuza kick that sends him over the top rope and to the floor below.
Wentworth: That’s gonna be it! Sanchez sends Kyle Cameron to the outside with that vicious Medusa’s touch of his, and now he’s climbing the ladder.
It takes a lot of work, but Sanchez eventually sits himself on top of the ladder, and grabs the briefcase, as the bell rings.
Waylon Cash: Your winner, advancing to the finals of the Updegraff Industries Invitational, David Sanchez!
Sanchez sits on top of the ladder, exhausted, but holding the briefcase high above his head. The ref checks on Kyle, and calls medics down to tend to the bleeding man.
Wentworth: What a fantastic match! These two men left it all in the ring, which begs the question, how much will David Sanchez have left for the finals?
Hunter: I don’t know, but I think it’s time for a front row shots break!
Hunter jumps up from the table, pouring shots for the front row, as David Sanchez makes his way to the back.
Wentworth: We have had one hell of a night, and it all comes down to the last two matches. Up next is one you won’t want to miss, as Alex Richards faces off against Taylor Wright in what is sure to be a brutal cage match for the right to fight David Sanchez in the finals.
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 10, 2016 16:13:19 GMT -6
Waylon Cash: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a cage match where the only way to win is pinfall or submission. Now coming to the ring…
“I am the Fire” begins to play, and Taylor Wright walks out to a booing crowd.
Waylon Cash: Standing six feet three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, Taylor Wright!
Wentworth: Taylor Wright looking rather fresh, as his match lasted all of thirty seconds, when he rolled up Dustin Beaver and got his feet on the ropes.
Hunter: That don’t mean he’s got an easy road. Alex is one bad mother-
Wentworth: Shut your mouth.
Hunter: I’m just talkin’ ‘bout Alex.
Wright struts down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, popping up with a cocky smile on his face, as his music dies.
Waylon Cash: And his opponent...
“I’m not Like Everybody Else” plays over the PA, as Alex Richards walks out, showing the wear and tear from his match with Polar Phantasm.
Waylon Cash: Standing six feet four inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and forty five pounds, the Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards!
Richards lumbers up the steps and into the ring, never letting his eyes leave the crafty Taylor Wright. He stands in his corner, and both men look up as the cage begins to lower. It surrounds the ring, and the crew takes a minute to secure it, before the ref steps through the door, and goes over the rules with both competitors. The bell rings, and the match is on.
Wentworth: I have a feeling this match is going to be brutal. My money would usually be on Alex richards, but he took some damage from Polar Phantasm. He’s definitely not one hundred percent.
Hunter: But Taylor is, yo. If there was ever a chance, Taylor’s gotta grab that shit now.
Wentworth: Remember though, you can not win this cage match by escaping. The match will just continue. The only way this one ends is by pinfall or submission, and you have to think that plays to Alex’s advantage.
Taylor runs up to Alex, hitting him with a number of quick kicks to the hamstring, before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a dropkick to the man’s knee. Alex grabs the ropes, but does not fall. This upsets Taylor, who kicks away at the leg again, before bouncing off the ropes once more. This time he doesn’t get the chance to hit a dropkick, as Alex steps forward and swings with a huge right, knocking Taylor for a loop. Wright hits the ground, and Alex advances, lifting him back to a standing position. He presses him back against the cage, before raising his meaty forearm up, and bringing it down across Taylor’s chest with a sickening thunk.
Wentworth: Taylor trying to take out the legs early, but Alex’s strength is proving to be a tough match.
Hunter: Somebody gonna squirt red tonight, boy!
Alex clubs him across the sternum a few more times, before whipping him hard across the ring. Taylor hits the cage wall on the other side, and falls back holding his face. When Alex lifts him up again, we see a small trickle of blood running down his forehead.
Hunter: That didn’t take long! Never does in a cage match though, ya feel me?
Alex hits Taylor with a high and tight vertical suplex, floating over into a pin.
...1!
...No! Wright kicks out. Alex picks him up as if he had expected it, and tosses the man into the corner. He steps forward, but Taylor dives out of the corner and hits a chop block to the front of the knee that finally takes Alex’s base out from under him. The big man hits the mat hard, and Taylor dives on him, leveling blow after blow at his forehead. Alex shoves him off, and stands up, but Taylor is still on the offensive. He shoves his shoulder into Alex’s gut, and drives him backward, slamming the back of his head up against the cage. He props Richards up, and backs across the ring, before running forward and going for a cross body. Alex moves, causing Taylor to slam into the cage wall, and open up the cut a little more.
Wentworth: Taylor Wright showing a new side of himself tonight, but Alex Richards just keeps swatting him down.
Hunter: It’s doin’ damage though! Alex is tryin’ not to show it, but he’s hurtin’ like a mufukka right now.
Alex stomps on Taylor’s rib cage a few times, before lifting him to a standing position, and throws him face first into the cage wall. He then grabs the man’s legs, and slingshots him into the cage. By now blood has almost covered Taylor’s face, but Alex seems focused on only one thing, winning. He lifts the man up again, and puts him in a powerbomb position. Taylor suddenly wakes up and begins throwing furious punches at Alex’s head. Richards drops Taylor, who bounces off the ropes, and hits Alex with a hard running knee to the chest. Alex falls back and bounces off the ropes, getting hit with a combo of rights and lefts on the rebound. Taylor then kicks Alex in the gut, and grabs his head, rolling him up in a pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Alex reverses the pin, shifting their position so that Taylor’s shoulders are on the mat.
...1!
...2!
...No! Taylor kicks out, and pops up before Alex can. He kicks Richards in the head a few times, laying him back down, before dropping a heavy knee on his ribcage. Taylor stes Alex on his stomach, and sits on his back, wrenching his arm around his back in a painful looking contortion.
Wentworth: I don’t know as I’ve ever seen that particular hold, or whether it even exists, but it looks bad.
Hunter: Yeah, that there’s the Nakafujimonowarapark armbar.
Wentworth: That is both incorrect and mildly racist.
Taylor locks onto the hold, and brings his knee up, driving it down into Alex’s shoulder, making the hold even more painful. Alex manages to use his power to slide out of the hold, and lift them both to a standing position, before picking Taylor up and hitting him with a high angle sidewalk slam. He then stands up, and drops a knee on Taylor’s ribcage. Alex picks him up, and hurls him face first into the side of the cage, before lifting him again and hitting him with a gnarly powerslam.
Wentworth: A series of huge power moves from Alex Richards has Taylor reeling. And he covers!
...1!
...2!
...No! Taylor gets the shoulder up. Richards won’t let up. He stomps away at Taylor, before using his foot to shove him up against the bottom of the cage. After a while he picks him up, but Taylor is quick this time. He hits Alex with several quick rights to the head, before running back and bouncing off the ropes. He comes back with a running enziguri, that knocks Alex to the ground. Taylor bounces off the ropes again, this time hitting him with a straight kick to the side of the head.
Hunter: Taylor done took this match back mufukka! Beware Mr. Wright fo sho!
Taylor stands to his feet, and shouts “Last Call baby!” as the crowd boos him mercilessly. He then grabs Alex’s ankle, but before he can lock on the calf crusher, Alex flips over and kicks him square in the face, sending him stumbling back into the cage wall. Alex can’t capitalize though. He has trouble standing. This gives Wright the chance to begin climbing the cage.
Wentworth: What is he doing? Escaping isn’t going to end the match.
Hunter: I think he just wants a better view, yo.
Taylor slowly makes his way to the top of the cage. He is at the top once Alex manages to stand up. Wright stands to his feet, and throws himself off, going for a gigantic cross body block. Somehow Alex manages to catch him, causing the crowd to explode with shock and excitement. Richards backs up a bit, before tossing Taylor backward over his head, and into the cage wall.
Wentworth: My god! Alex Richards catching Taylor from that height is something I never thought we would see! Taylor Wright is not a small man, he weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds, but that’s a testament to the freakish strength of Alex Richards!
Alex crawls over to Taylor, and drapes an arm over him for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...3
No! Taylor just barely manages to get his shoulder up. Alex can only lay on the ground, looking confused and exhausted.
Wentworth: Instinctual kick out from Mr. Wright, but you can’t imagine he’s got much left. The longer this goes the more blood he loses, not to mention the longer he’s in a cage with the behemoth known as Alex Richards.
Both men drag themselves to their feet at the same time. First Taylor throws a punch, sending Alex reeling. Alex returns with a hard right of his own, that cause Taylor to stumble back, and sag against the ropes. Alex goes to grab Taylor, but he drops down and grabs Alex’s waistband, sending him head first into the cage.
Wentworth: Alex is bleeding now, and quite profusely!
Hunter: Yeah, he better lock this thing up, or he gon’ be turnin’ mad pale, son! You know what I’m sayin’?
Wentworth: I very much don’t.
Taylor begins to climb once more, this time in the corner of the cage. The blood seems to have re-energized Alex, or at least angered him, because he stands rather quickly, and begins climbing up after him. Taylor reaches the top, and tries to kick down, but nothing he does slows Alex. Richards quickly reaches the top, and hits Taylor with a few rights. Alex then climbs to a sitting position on the corner of the cage, and flips Taylor up in a powerbomb position. He then leaps off the top of the cage, as the crowd takes the air out of the room with a collective gasp. Alex shifts his body, turning the move into a lungblower by the time both men hit the mat. It sounds almost like an explosion, and both men lay motionless for several moments, as the fans go crazy.
Wentworth: My god! A Sanity Slip from the top of the cage! I can not believe what we have just seen here! I don’t know if either man can move. David Sanchez may have just won this tournament by default!
Eventually Alex manages to roll over and drape an arm across Taylor’s chest.
...1!
...2!
...3!
The crowd goes nuts, as Alex and Taylor lay on the mat, blood pouring from them both. The cage rises up as EMTs rush the ring to check on both men.
Waylon Cash: Your winner and… hopefully advancing to the finals of the tournament, Alex Richards!
Wentworth: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to give Alex some time to recover. Please enjoy an intermission before what is sure to be a can’t miss main event!
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Post by Wentworth Updegraff Jr. on Aug 10, 2016 19:34:26 GMT -6
The finals: Alex Richards V David Sanchez
After quite some time, we come back to a shot of Wentworth and Hunter sitting at the commentary table.
Wentworth: Apologies for the delay, but we have received word that Alex Richards is ready to compete! Let’s not waste any more time, let’s head to the ring for the final match in the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational tournament.
Waylon Cash: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is the final match in the Updegraff Industries hundred grand invitational! Now coming to the ring…
“I’m Not Like Everybody Else” begins to play, as Alex Richards walks out onto the entrance ramp to thunderous applause. His head is bandaged, and he’s limping, but he looks ready to compete. Suddenly, the cheers turn to boos as David Sanchez runs out from behind the curtain and jumps Alex from behind. He knocks him to the steel ramp, and stomps away at the back of his head.
Wentworth: David Sanchez doesn’t want to wait, he wants to get this match started right away!
Hunter: Yeah, but that ain’t cool though. Be a man about it, homie. You dig?
Sanchez picks Richards up, and whips him into the ringpost. Alex hits it head first, and blood immediately begins to trickle down from beneath his bandages. He lifts Alex again, and whips him into the guardrail, before grabbing a chair. He lifts it high above his head, but Richards acts fast, kicking him in the gut, causing him to drop the chair. Richards then tosses Sanchez under the bottom rope, and follows after, a look of rage on his face.
Wentworth: Maybe Sanchez didn’t make such a smart move. It looks like he might have just pissed Alex off.
Hunter: You got that right, bro. I wouldn’t wanna be David Sanchez right now.
The ref signals for the bell to ring, as Alex drops three elbows on the back of Sanchez’s neck. He lifts him up and goes to scoop slam him, but Sanchez shifts his weight, and drops to the ground behind Richards. David grabs the big man around the waist, and runs forward, plowing him into the turnbuckle. He then rolls back, trapping Alex in a pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Alex kicks out. Sanchez immediately spins around and dives on him, ripping off the bandages. He then levels several right hands at the cut, opening it up even more. Blood pours down Richards’ head as David picks him up, and whips him into the turnbuckle. Sanchez runs after him, jumping up and hitting a knee to the face as Alex hits the corner. He then drags Richards out of the corner and htis him with a snap suplex, floating over into the pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! Alex kicks out again.
Wentworth: Sanchez knows he’s not getting paid by the hour. He wants to end this one and go home, and I can’t say I blame him.
Hunter: Hell naw. I’d wanna spend as little time in the ring as possible with Alex Richards, yo.
David locks in a front facelock, and squeezes down on Alex’s neck. He brings his knees up a few times, connecting hard with Alex’s skull. Richards uses his power to slowly stand, but Sanchez keeps the hold locked on. Alex lets out a guttural yell, before lifting Sanchez and running across the ring, tossing him over the top rope. Sanchez lets go, and crashes hard into the steel guardrail.
Wentworth: Huge move from Richards that may have just incapacitated David Sanchez!
Richards takes only a moment to catch his breath, before rolling out of the ring, and grabbing Sanchez. He lifts the man up, and powerbombs him on the apron, before dropping him to the ground. He doesn’t take long to pick Sanchez up and throw him into the ring, following after for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...No! David manages to get the shoulder up, much to Alex’s surprise.
Wentworth: I’m amazed he kicked out of that. Most men do not come back from an impact like that with the apron.
Alex lifts Sanchez up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a big boot, but David ducks it, bouncing off the opposite ropes, and hitting Alex with a European uppercut on the way back. Alex stumbles back, leaning against the ropes as Sanchez runs back again. He bounces off the ropes and hits Alex with another huge European uppercut, and sends him tumbling over the top rope to the floor. Sanchez backs across the ring, and waits for Richards to stand, before running and diving between the ropes, hitting a suicide dive that sends them both into the announce table with a violent collision.
Wentworth: My god! They almost took out our table!
Hunter: He watch it man! I got a drink!
Both men lay on the ground, as the crowd applauds their effort tonight. Not just for this match, but for each of their previous two. Blood pours down Richards’ face. David is the first to stand, and he immediately begins ripping monitors and decorations off the top of the table. Once he is finished, he drags Alex’s giant frame up, and lays him on top of the table, climbing up himself afterward. It takes great effort, but he picks Alex up, and grabs his head in a DDT position. Alex pushes him back far enough to escape the hold, stand up straight, and grab Sanchez around the throat. He lifts David up, and jumps down off the table, sending Sanchez through it. The table explodes beneath the impact, as the fans begin a loud chorus of “AL-EX RI-CHARDS! *clap clap clapclapclap*)
Wentworth: David Sanchez just got himself chokeslammed through our table, and it is not looking good for the Mayor.
Alex uses the apron to steady himself, and lifts David up, throwing him back under the bottom rope once again. It takes him some time, due to his exhaustion. He covers David and hooks the leg.
...1!
...2!
...3
No! Sanchez kicks out at the last second, causing Alex to slam his fists on the mat. He lifts David up and tosses him into the corner, hitting him with a series of rights and lefts to the abdomen. After a moment, he grabs him by the neck and arm, before running and tossing him across the ring, so hard that he crashes upside down into the opposite turnbuckle. Richards then walks over and slowly climbs to the top rope. Once he’s situated, her grabs Sanchez and pulls him close.
Wentworth: Here it comes! The Sanity Slip which has proven insanely effective for him in this tournament.
Sanchez comes to, and throws a couple of right hands that stun Alex. David then climbs to the top rope, and grabs Alex’s head. He lifts the big man into a standing position, and uses all of his strength to bring him over, hitting him with a superplex. The crowd erupts, as both men lay on the mat, unable to move for the time being.
Hunter: God damn! That was a big ass superplex! I dunno if my white ass would be gettin’ up after that shit.
Sanchez eventually stirs, and flips himself over, covering Alex as best he can.
...1!
...2!
...No! Alex kicks out. Sanchez glares at the ref in disbelief, as the crowd cheers wildly.
Wentworth: Amazing show of resilience from Alex Richards! Holy crap this tournament was a genius idea. I’ll bet the dude who thought of it is super smart and handsome… and hung.
In a fit of rage, Sanchez sits Alex up, and locks on the single arm choke hold.
Wentworth: THERE IT IS! The M-99! This one is over!
He wrenches on the hold, as Alex flails in agony, blood running down his face at an alarming rate. Sanchez tears at the man’s arm and throat, as Alex shifts his weight, and stretches out his massive arm, trying to grab the bottom rope. Eventually he does, and the ref demands Sanchez break the hold, but he holds on until the count of four.
Wentworth: Not to sound cliche, but even though Sanchez released the hold, the damage has been done.
Sanchez stands up, and delivers several well placed kicks to Alex’s spine, before Richards finally spins around and grabs his leg. Holding on, he stands up, and drops down, lifting Sanchez up and hitting him with a vicious looking spinebuster. Alex struggles, but drags himself to the ropes, using them to lift himself up. He then drags David over to the corner, and climbs to the top, using one hand to hold Sanchez. Once on top, he flips the man up into a powerbomb and leaps off, turning it into a lungblower in mid air.
Wentworth: Richards hits the Sanity Slip for the third time tonight, and it looks like he might get his third win!
...1!
...2!
...3!
No! At the last second Sanchez reaches over and gets two fingers on the bottom rope, nullifying the pin. The crowd boos loudly, as Alex falls to the side, both men laying on the mat once again.
Wentworth: Sanchez got the rope! The Sanity Slip just couldn’t put him away!
Hunter: What can at this point? This dude is bad as fuck!
Alex gradually rises to his feet, and grabs Sanchez. Once on his feet, Sanchez hits three nasty forearms, sending Alex back into the corner. Sanchez runs across the ring, and comes at Alex, hitting a Yakuza kick. He doesn’t stop there though. He makes sure Alex is still propped up in the corner, and bounces back and forth hitting a second one. He props Alex up once more, and hits one more Yakuza kicks, before throwing him out of the corner and pinning him.
…1!
...2!
...3!
The crowd boos raucously, and the bell rings.
Waylon Cash: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the winner of the Updegraff Industries hundred grand invitational… The Mayor, David Sanchez!
Sanchez can not stand to celebrate. Medics immediately slide into the ring checking on both men. Sanchez refuses their help, eventually dragging himself to his feet, and resting against the turnbuckle. The EMTs roll Alex to the side of the ring, and set him up on a gurney, before wheeling him up the ramp. Halfway to the back, Richards raises his fist in the air, causing the fans to applaud. Meanwhile, Wentworth Updegraff Jr. uncuffs the briefcase from his hand, and slides into the ring with a microphone.
Wentworth: Thank you ladies and gentlemen for tuning in to the Updegraff Industries hundred thousand dollar invitational tournament! It is my pride and honor to introduce you to the winner, David Sanchez!
Sanchez smiles a cocky smile, and throws a fist up in victory, still unable to walk away from the turnbuckle. Wentworth shakes his hand with a giant grin, and hands him the money. Sanchez delivers an obscene gesture to the fans, before rolling under the bottom rope, and taking his winnings to the back. The Updegraff Industries logo pops up one more time before we fade to black.
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