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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:26:07 GMT -6
Introduction
Des Moines, Iowa is very happy that Sunday Night Overload has arrived in the Wells Fargo Arena. The crowd of 20,000 is ready to have an entire night of brutal action, and crazy segments coming their way. Cameras cut to Jimmy Garcia, and Gravedigger very proud to call the action tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome ladies, and gentlemen to Sunday Night Overload live in the Wells Fargo Arena! Tonight, we have a great main event. Andre Holmes vs Alex Richards to determine the number one contender for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship!
Gravedigger: Also. We got the return of Dune, the UCI Television Championship on the line. Howard Black vs Andre Jenson, and our Intercontinental Championship Triple Threat Contention match!
Jimmy Garcia: But enough of that, we got--
Captain Zero is already in the ring, bouncing up and down on the heels of his feet as he awaits his opponent. He is near one of the turnbuckles as he waits. Suddenly hands reach in and pull his feet out from under him causing him to faceplant. Zero is pulled out of the ring and falls to the ground. This is when we realize that the man who pulled him out is none other than Kyle Kemp! Kemp is dressed in dark jeans, a red v-neck and red and white Nike shoes. Kemp pulls Zero to his feet and tosses him aggressively into the ring barrier back first.
Jimmy Garcia: It's Kyle Kemp! We haven't seen him in weeks!
Gravedigger: Good! Good for someone to shut Captain Zero up!
Zero lays on his stomach as he winces in pain. Kemp smiles to the crowd as Zero struggles to a prone position with his hands on the floor as he tries to pull himself up to his feet. Kemp's smile disappears as he suddenly charges forward and punts Zero in the face.
Jimmy Garcia: Back to the Minors!
Zero lays out cold as Kemp smiles. He begins to taunt the crowd by waving to them while they boo. Kemp rolls into the ring and motions for a microphone.
Kemp: Guess who?!
The fans erupt into a louder chorus of boos. Kemp begins to wave his arms upward, encouraging the fans to get louder.
Kemp: C'mon Des Moines! You can do better than that!
The booing continues and Kemp closes his eyes and lets the boos soak in. When he opens his eyes a sly smile creeps across his face.
Kemp: How I have missed those boos. I've missed the boos from idiotic people like you as the indicator to me how much better I am than all of you and how jealous you all are of me. I could have waited and returned at a venue that was worthy of me but that would just not be right. Returning here is what is right. Look at all of you fat, out of shape, pathetic people. Look at your city. You are the worst of the worst and that makes me that much better than you. Just look at this arena. The Wells Fargo Arena. You're so pathetic that your arena is named after what....the 20th ranked bank in the United States.
Jimmy Garcia: This isn't necessary!
Gravedigger: Yes it is! This town sucks!
Kemp: Not only that but look at your city. No professional sports team. C level concerts from artists that only release "special" singles on Spotify. No attractions. You people don't deserve to get to see Kyle Kemp. You are a grade F city and I am a A plus player. You all should be paying about ten times what you are in tickets to see me. Hell we all know that would be the case in Chicago of New York City but here your welfare checks and minimum wage checks from Wal Mart wouldn't be able to pay such rates. That is what makes this such a perfect place for my return. I get to rub in your face how much better I am than all of you. How much I am better than anyone back there in that damn locker room.
Kemp walks over to the side of the ring facing the stage and points to the back.
Kemp: I dare anyone back there to prove me otherwise. I am back and I am better than ever and no one in that locker room will change that. No one that steps in this ring can touch me and no one in that crowd can be me. I'm back to prove one thing and one thing only. That I'm Kyle Kemp and I'm better than you!
Kemp drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:29:12 GMT -6
Dune vs Hajeet
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
Prince Hajeet’s music hits the PA, and the fans instantly begin to boo.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Tripura! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds. He is Hajeet the Royal Prince!
Hajeet poses as he walks down the ramp, soaking in the boos of the crowd. He slides into the ring, and poses some more as his music dies.
Gravedigger: Hajeet’s got a tough fight ahead of him. His opponent is a UCI newcomer, but his name is known and spoken in hushed tones around the wrestling world.
Dune’s music begins to blare over the speakers, the crowd erupting as the giant man steps out onto the entrance stage.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Mojave Desert, USA! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 276 pounds. Making his official debut in UCI, Dune!
Dune lets out an animalistic howl, as the applause grow louder. He walks up the stairs, and into the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Garcia: Here he is, the man they call Dune!
The ref gives both men a quick refresher on the rules. And signals for the bell to ring.
Ding Ding Ding!
Hajeet goes at it immediately, attacking Dune with kicks and punches as quick as he can throw them. Dune takes a little damage, but grabs Hajeet and tosses him across the ring. Hajet runs back toward him, but gets hit with a huge back body drop. Hajeet hits the mat and cries out in pain. Dune spins around and drops a couple heavy knees on the man’s ribcage.
Jimmy Garcia: Dune taking the advantage early on in this match!
Dune lifts Hajeet up, and whips him across the ring, hitting him with a stiff big boot on the rebound. Hajeet hits the mat hard, and Dune almost immediately lifts him back up, throwing him into the corner and hitting him with rights and lefts.
Gravedigger: Dune wasting no time, taking it to Hajeet here! The Prince is going to have to do something and soon, or this’ll all be over quicker than it began.
Dune drags the man out of the corner, and lifts him into a powerbomb position. Before Dune can complete it, Hajeet hits him with several right hands to the skull. He then falls back, hitting Dune with a hurricarana. The Prince then runs across the ring, and comes back, hitting Dune with a low dropkick to the side of the head.
Jimmy Garcia: Hajeet taking the match back! And now Dune is reeling from this flurry of offense.
Hajeet scales the turnbuckle, and waits for Dune to stand. He leaps off the top rope, going for a cross body block. Dune catches him in mid air, and hoists Hajeet over his shoulder. Dune then runs forward and hits a heavy running powerslam. Dune then pops up and signals for the sandstorm. He lifts the man up, underhooking both his arms and lifting him into a crucifix/ He slams Hajeet hard to the mat, and covers him.
One!
Two!
Three!
Jimmy Garcia: And just like that, it’s over.
Gravedigger: Dune is a force to be reckoned with, and he just proved why here tonight.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Dune!
Dune stands and celebrates in the ring, as the fans cheer loudly, and Hajeet rolls out to the floor.
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:34:12 GMT -6
Lara Chang vs Rose
We cut to inside the Wells Fargo arena where Rose is inside the ring, stretching and waiting for her opponent.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Already in the ring, Rose!
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s a new face we’ve never seen before!
Gravedigger: Judging by the fact that TV is just now cutting to her, I imagine someone much better is about to kick her ass back into the land of unknown!
The arena goes black as a woman comes on stage with a dragon mask and a hula skirt. She stands and shouts in Japanese "beware the dragon, she's a spitfire!" and removes the mask and skirt as pyro goes off and the lights come on to reveal that it's the Hawaiian spitfire Lara Chang.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her opponent! Hailing from Maui, Hawaii! At five feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 120 pounds. She is “The Hawaiian Spitfire” Lara Chang!
Jimmy Garcia: We’ve heard rumblings about this woman over the past couple weeks!
Gravedigger: Oh really, Jimmy?
Jimmy Garcia: For anyone who doesn’t know, this is the Hawaiian Spitfire and she’s got a real knack for kicking people’s heads in!
Gravedigger: Hopefully we’ll see it on full display tonight.
The two competitors stand in opposite corners, waiting for the bell. Lara smiles devilishly and clutches both hands around the ropes, leaning forward as if ready to take her opponent's head off with the next sound.
Ding Ding Ding!
As the bell sounds the two charge towards each other, exchanging a few blows with high speed on full display.
Jimmy Garcia: Rose with that hard kick doubling Lara over!
Rose bounds off the ropes, before being caught by a big counter from Lara.
Gravedigger: Big European uppercut from Chang!
Jimmy Garcia: and another big uppercut for her troubles!
Gravedigger: Rose coming back, trying to catch the momentum again.
Jimmy Garcia: Hurricanrana!
As Rose is set flying across the ring, Lara smiles and cracks her head to the side as Lara slaps at her legs, taunting her opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Getting ready to pull out the big weapon in her arsenal perhaps!
Lara approaches the downed Rose and is met with some counter shots to the midsection.
Gravedigger: Rose fighting back a bit perhaps.
Rose manages to step behind, grabbing hold for the German suplex.
Jimmy Garcia: Lara flipping behind it!
Gravedigger: Big backstabber from Lara Chang!
Jimmy Garcia: She calls that one the Kona Krush, Digger!
Lara yanks the wobbled Rose to her feet, grabbing hold of her arm and positioning the boot under her chin before dropping backwards.
Jimmy Garcia: Dragon’s kiss! Call it a night!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Lara gets to her feet with her arm raised proudly in the air as Just Like Fire by Pink hits the PA.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Lara Chang!
Gravedigger: I’ll give it to her here, solid debut from Chang.
Jimmy Garcia: I’d say a little more than solid! Lara Chang is dangerous! You saw here tonight anytime where Rose looked like she might be trying to mount some degree of offense, Lara came right back at her with something big and it was just too much to handle!
We cut to commercial as The Hawaiian Spitfire stands smiling over her crumpled foe.
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:35:17 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:39:52 GMT -6
Jack Schlongson vs Jonathan Porter
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The Wear House is enveloped in a rainbow centric light show as "Technicolor Shades" by YourEnigma is blasted through the sound system, the lighting pulsing along with the build of the music until it finally bursts forth in an explosion of synth. Jack Schlongson runs out from behind the curtain, matching the energy of the song, gesturing to his own important as he makes his way to the ring, waving sarcastically to the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Your Wildest Dreams, California! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds. He is Jack “The Crack” Schlongson!
Jack slides in under the bottom rope, posing sensually as he lays on his side for a moment before he leaps up onto his feet, winks, and blows a kiss to the hard camera position before moving over to his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: This man, something of an unknown here, but intriguing nonetheless!
Gravedigger: Can you do me a favor and Google a gay joke or two? I’m not warmed up with my creativity yet.
The lights in the arena dim. A red ribbon appears on the Titantron. A female voice sings "Do do doo do doo doo do do do do do do dooo do do do" and Centuries by Fallout boy starts. Red, Gold and Silver pyro curtains begin to shower down from the bottom of the Tron and the Cross of the Wolf appears as the words TRUE IMMORTAL come together under it. Scenes of the Man In Black fighting well known superstars he's faced over his career before The Wav3 begin to montage on the screen as the Spirit of the Wolf walks through the shower of fire. A sinister look is on his face, but then he looks to the fans and smirks his trademark smirk. He walks down to the ring, taking his leather jacket off as he gets there and hands it to a ring attendant. He then slides in the ring slowly. He stands up and looks around the arena taking in the reaction of the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania! At six feet tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is Jonathan “Fang” Porter!
Jimmy Garcia: Couple of newer stars here, so you know they’ll both be looking to carve their name out by taking out the other tonight!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: Fang with the surprise boot from the start!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: That was a hard one! While Porter might be new to UCI, we know he’s still a veteran in this industry and he shows it right there with a huge move connecting right off the bat!
Porter rises to his feet, dropping a couple stiff knees into Jack’s face before attempting another pinfall.
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Jack kicks out again, but two nearfalls in a row tell us that boot was more effective than initially thought to be.
Fang lifts Jack to his feet, delivering some sickening chops which the crowd responds to with a chorus of “WOO!!”. The chops send Jack back into the corner as Fang stomps away at the midsection before heading to the opposite side of the ring and charging back one more with the boot extended once more in attempt to deal another major blow to Schlongson.
Jimmy Garcia: Jack moving out of the way! He grabs him from behind for the rollup!
One!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Barely even a one count there! One thing is certain, Jonathan Porter is a powerful dude and no doubt will be hard for Jack to put down.
Both men get to their feet, Porter quickly regaining control with a kick to Jack’s midsection before he rolls him up into powerbomb position, charging towards the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Hurricanrana counter from Schlongson and he sends Fang face first into that turnbuckle!
As Fang stumbles back, Schlongson leaps for the dropkick.
Gravedigger: Hard clothesline from Fang!
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Fang is just such a tough matchup for anyone I think!
Porter pulls Jack up, but is quickly met with a solid counter.
Jimmy Garcia: Nice hip toss from Schlongson as he looks to head up top!
Gravedigger: Porter behind him though! Full nelson applied!
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson could be fading here!
Jack tries desperately to get out of the hold as Fang only continues to apply more pressure.
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson driving Fang back!
The hold is released as Jack catches his breath and turns toward Fang, quickly running toward the corner.
Gravedigger: Dropkick in the corner, Fang falling to the mat now.
Jimmy Garcia: Schlongson going up top now!
Gravedigger: Ahegao Drop!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Jack Schlongson!
Jack leaps to his feet, overcome with joy as his hand is raised in victory.
Gravedigger: Oddball bastard, but a solid debut and a good match put on by both men.
Jimmy Garcia: Great debut win for Schlongson!
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:46:41 GMT -6
Eliza Dresden Segment
The camera cuts backstage, to the interview area set up for Overload. Looking at the camera with a somewhat bemused expression is none other than FPV, his sunglasses in place and his microphone in hand with the camera tight to his head and shoulders. As soon as he notices that the feed is live, he's quick to get down to business… though he's maybe a bit more light-hearted than normal. FPV: Good evening! I've got just a short interview today with--There's a not-so-soft clearing of a throat that's followed by a feminine voice, light and energetic, rising forth from out-of-frame.  : Hey, hey… I see what you're doin' there. You're a real funny man, Franky. Have the cameraman zoom out a little, wouldja?And at a motion (and maybe a little bit of a smirk) from the interviewer, the camera does indeed zoom out… to reveal that FPV has been joined by a short young blond with a sparkle of mischief in her eye and the kind of crooked grin that's bound to become legend. The interviewer clears his throat.
FPV: Aw, you won't let me have a little fun. Anyway, joining me now is one of UCI's newest signings and a confirmed participant in the Rising Star Battle Royale… Eliza Dresden!Eliza Dresden: Thanks for the warm welcome, though for serious--enough of the short jokes. I'm gonna get more than enough of'em, I'm sure. Don't you wanna leave some for the roster to make?That quip earns an embarrassed expression from FPV, Dresden reaching up and patting his shoulder after seeing that look on his face. Eliza Dresden: Aw, now you're making me feel bad.Eliza chuckled, and FPV looked over her shoulder. Once she get the glimpse of his attention being taken away, she turned around to Andre who stepped into the camera scene. The crowd in the Wells Fargo Arena cheering loudly for one of their favorites. Hoodie over his head, arms folded, and Eliza smirked. Andre just looked at her, and then nodded to FPV.
Andre Holmes: Well, isn't this nice to finally meet Eliza in person? Welcome to UCI, and glad you're in the Rising Stars Championship Battle Royale. So I'm going to say this. If you wanna' survive in this company, do not let your guard down, and always expect the unexpected. Anything can happen rook' so don't let me down. I'm betting on you.
Eliza Dresden: Aww, how sweet. You're that confident in me.
Andre Holmes: Ehh..well I did bet two hundred dollars so just giving you pep talk. No pressure doe.
Eliza Dresden: Okay, suuure. Anyways FPV, thank you for the interview, and as for you Andre, I won't let you down.She flicks his nose then goes on about her way. FPV, and Andre Holmes stand together watching her leave.
FPV: Did you really bet two hundred dollars on her?
Andre Holmes: ...Not really. One hundred, and fifty.The camera fades out as the crowd laughed, and we cut right to commercial. |
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:49:19 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:50:01 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:56:03 GMT -6
Jayden Thunder vs Night Wolf
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The lights shuts down as soon the Howls of the lone wolf is heard on the P-A System.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from the Montreal, Quebec, Canada! At six feet tall, weighing in at 221 pounds. He is Night Wolf!
Night Wolf makes his way on stage where is a spotlight is following him all the way to the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s Night Wolf who's coming off a loss at Beachmania in a Battle of Alphas against Jonathan “Fang” Porter.
Gravedigger: Battle of the Alphas? Really that's so corny. And lame…
Night Wolf slides in the ring and crawls like an animal in the middle of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: I hate it when he does that it freaks me out everytime!
Gravedigger: I bet your own shadow freaks you out Jimmy.
Night Wolf quickly climb the turnbuckle and extend his arm closing his hands into fists and howl like a wolf.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent!
The arena goes dark and the familiar beginning of “Thunderstruck" by AC/DC is heard. all of a sudden a lightning bolt strikes the stage as gold sparks begin to reign down in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage...Jayden Thunder comes through the curtain and emerges from the sparks, confident as ever he runs down to the ring.
Taylor Lorde: Hailing from Sparks, Nevada! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing at 217 pounds. He is Jayden Thunder!
Once he reaches the ring, he wastes no time sliding straight in, and as he reaches a vertical base he finds his way back to his respective corner and waits for the beginning of the match.
Jimmy Garcia: And here is Jayden Thunder who looks surprisingly confident despite falling to the Great Beaver Movement courtesy of Dustin Beaver at Beachmania.
Gravedigger: Like it was a surprise, Jayden’s a joke!
Jimmy Garcia: Well we're about to find out.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Jayden Thunder and Night Wolf meet in the center of the ring in a staredown. Jayden smiles and backs up before extending his hand for a handshake.
Jimmy Garcia: That's nice to see, Jayden showing respect at the start of the match.
Gravedigger: Don't be naive Jimmy, I know where this is going.
Night Wolf is hesitant and even looks into the crowd to see what they think before finally extending his hand.
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Jayden ducks underneath Night Wolf and grabs him from behind.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Jayden lifts Night Wolf and hits a Bridging German suplex slamming Night Wolf down to the mat.
Jimmy Garcia: Ooof! Jayden surprises Night Wolf with a nasty Bridging German suplex.
Gravedigger: See told you, I knew Jayden was up to something.
Jayden keeps the waistlock and continues bridging with his back and legs, pinning Night Wolf’s shoulders down against the mat.
One!
Tw-
Kickout!
Jimmy Garcia: Thunder looking to strike big and end things early.
Gravedigger: I bet that's not the only time he ends things early.
Jayden isn't happy the referee wasn't fast enough and yells at him.
Jayden Thunder: Come on ref! Do your job!
WHISPER- WHIZ!
Jayden has his attention on the referee too long and Night Wolf gets back on his feet.
BAM!
Night Wolf draws his hand back and hits Jayden with a Tomahawk chop to the head stunning him.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Night Wolf throws himself into the ropes while Jayden is still stunned and runs towards Thunder and nails him with his arm from the side of the head with a D.S.O.T.M (Dark Side Of The Mood).
Jimmy Garcia: And Night Wolf returns the favor.
Gravedigger: Now Night Wolf with the pin.
One!
Tw~
Jayden gets a foot on the bottom rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden showing good ring awareness getting his foot on the ropes breaking the pin attempt.
Gravedigger: That was smart I give him that.
Night Wolf stays on the attack grabbing Thunder by the head and pulls him to his feet.
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Jayden throws himself down and slides under the bottom rope to the outside and Night Wolf follows giving chase.
WHOOSH-SLAM!
Jayden slides back into the ring and waits for Night Wolf to follow him back in and connects with a Reverse STO into the turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: Ouch! Night Wolf's head bounces off the turnbuckle hard!
Gravedigger: Jayden Thunder is showing some brain tonight picking his spots albeit underhandedly.
Jayden backs up to get a running start.
WHAM!
Jayden charges but Night Wolf counters Thunder drapping him over his shoulders and drops to the mat with a Samoan drop. But on the way down Jayden’s foot catches the referee whose knocked down.
Jimmy Garcia: Ref bump! The referee is down after Thunder’s foot accidentally catches the ref on the way down after a Samoan drop from Night Wolf.
Gravedigger: It didn't look accidental to me!
WHISPER-WHIZ!
Night Wolf doesn't know the referee is down but Jayden does who seizes the opportunity kipping up to his feet and stalking Night Wolf.
WHOOSH-WHAM!
Jayden runs and leaps toward Night Wolf while bending one of his knees, striking Night Wolf in the face with the bent knee.
Jimmy Garcia: Thunderstruck! Jayden hits one of his finishers!
Gravedigger: Night Wolf is out!
Jayden rolls up Night Wolf in a pin while holding the tights. The referee comes to still groggy and makes the count without seeing Jayden holding the tights.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner via pinfall, Jayden Thunder!
Jimmy Garcia: Jayden steals one tonight getting his first win in UCI.
Gravedigger: A wins a win I guess. Jayden looked semi-dominate tonight.
“Thunderstruck” hits the PA System as Jayden Thunder celebrates the victory.
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 1:59:34 GMT -6
UCI Television ChampionshipChase Jackson © vs Mandie Wheeler
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UCI Television Championship!
Red and gold pyros go off as the house lights dim and Glamours by Fergie begins to play. The crowd erupts with cheers as the black satin curtain moves and out steps Mandie smiling at the fans.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Mandieville! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds. She is Mandie Wheeler!
She waves as she stands at the top of the steel ramp and starts walk down high-fiving the fans on her way down to the ring. Once she reaches the the ring apron she slides into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring as her music dies down and the house lights return.
Jimmy Garcia: Big time match here for the rookie Wheeler against a big time competitor in Chase Jackson!
Gravedigger: Let’s just call this one right now and save us all some time, CJ3 by way of SPEAR!
The opening riffs of Rise Against's Broken Mirrors hit and the hardcore smarks pop and the marks just clap along as Chase Jackson walks out from the curtain. He stops and kneels down on the top of the stage and bounces back up with his arms out and a huge smile across his face as some light pyro shoots from behind him! Chase spins 360 degrees with his arms still out and walks down the ramp shoutin' some cool things to the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her opponent! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is the UCI Television Champion! Chase “CJ3” Jackson!
High fives and finger-guns to some hot chicks. Jackson jumps onto the apron of the ring and nods his head with the music before going through the ropes. From there Jackson bounces off the far ropes and comes back to the hard cam and points some more finger guns with his trademark smile before handing the TV title to the referee. Jackson runs his hands through his hair shoving it back as he moves to his corner to start the match.
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: SPEAR BY CHASE JACKSON!
Jimmy Garcia: NO! Wheeler ducks it and rolls Chase up from behind!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED?!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner,and NNNEEEEWWWWWWW UCI Television Champion, Mandie Wheeler!!
Mandie rolls out of the ring, rushing over and snatching up the TV title in disbelief as she heads off towards the back, still in shock at the win.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s gotta be the quickest match in UCI history!
Chase appears livid as he gets to his feet, his face red with rage as he shakes the ropes before making his way to a turnbuckle cover, ripping it off to kick off his fit.
Gravedigger: I can’t believe this..
CJ3 rolls to the outside, shoving over everything from ring steps to steel barricades along the entrance ramp as he screams out in anger while making his way to the back.
Jimmy Garcia: What a moment that was!
Gravedigger: ...I….what?!
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:08:41 GMT -6
UCI Intercontinental Championship Contention Triple Threat Wentworth Updegraff Jr. vs Shadowlove vs Jericho Salazar
Taylor Lorde: The following is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is determine the number one contender for the UCI Intercontinental Championship!
"PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode begins to play throughout the darkened Arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the Arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first participant! Hailing from Des Moines, Iowa! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds! He is “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove!
HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth with a shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove looking as focused as ever!
Gravedigger: Why are you focusing on that buffoon when we’ve got Ms. Miyamoto at ringside?!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the second participant-
"Playa" by D-loc begins to play, but Wentworth doesn't come out first. Instead, Hunter Updegraff comes dancing out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.
Hunter Updegraff: Hey hey hey! King Koopa Bloopa in the hooooouuuuussssssse-uh! It's time to get this party train rollin', by introducin' a man who stands six foot two and weighs two hundred thirty pounds. From coast to coast they call him the stud with the most! I'm talkin' about the standard of sophistication, makes the ladies think about master...ing wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, he is a TWO TIME TWO TIME UCI TV champion, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Wentworth slowly struts out onto the entrance ramp, robe wrapped around him, concealing his physique. He holds out his arms, presenting himself to the audience, as they shower him with boos. As he does this, Hunter sings his entrance theme loudly and obnoxiously into the mic.
Hunter Updegraff: I'm a... playa. You's a hater, see you later, trynna be down but you'll never be down so don't come around here!
Wentworth swats at an angry fans sign, before walking up the ring steps and wiping his feet on the apron. He slips through the ropes, and walks across the ring, slowly opening his robe to reveal his chiseled midsection.
Hunter Updegraff: There it is baby! That first ever and only two time champion everybody been wantin'. Let me tell you a little somethin' about my boy's opponents tonight. They ain't shit, and we the tits, so this one already over! Updegraff bros. for life! WUT WUT!
The music dies, as Hunter poses and Wentworth gets near a corner opposite Shadowlove, staring down the Handsome Half-Breed.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the final participant-
Before Taylor can announce the next competitor, we see the man, Jericho Salazar slide in from behind his competitors, going for a swift Superman punch on Updegraff as he enters.
Ding Ding Ding!
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth ducking that one, but we’ve got a brawl here between Wentworth and Salazar!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove sneaking out as these two go at it, smart of him to stay low profile and conserve a bit of energy.
Shadowlove stands ringside, Ms. Miyamoto rubbing her fingers along his chest as the action inside the squared circle continues.
Jimmy Garcia: Salazar powerslams Wentworth hard to the mat!
Gravedigger: Shadow, you better pay attention!
With Salazar to his feet and Wentworth on the mat, Jericho catches sight of the Handsome Half-Breed flirting on the outside.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho looking to go aerial?!
Salazar grabs hold of the top rope, launching himself over as Shadow turns to see the oncoming threat.
Jimmy Garcia: Crossbody from Salazar!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove catches him though!
Jimmy Garcia: Salazar driven back first into the ring apron right there! That one will leave a mark!
Shadowlove poses for the camera crew as he looks down at the grounded Jericho Salazar before rolling into the ring to size up Wentworth Updegraff Jr.
Gravedigger: Wentworth with some stiff strikes!
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove can’t afford to get cocky in this one, it will only lead to a flurry of counters just like what we’re seeing from Wentworth!
Gravedigger: Nice suplex from Wentworth here, his bread and butter really with that amateur background!
Jimmy Garcia: Wentworth making the cover!
One!
Gravedigger: Jericho with the quick save!
With all three men back in the ring now, Jericho pulls Wentworth off of Shadowlove.
Jimmy Garcia: Jericho wrapping the arms, going for a German suplex it seems!
Gravedigger: Wentworth flips out of it and behind, excellent footwork!
Jimmy Garcia: Salazar wrapping the arms around Shadowlove now! Looks like he thinks Wentworth might be on the ground right now!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove flipping out of it as well now!
Jimmy Garcia: Suplexopolis tonight!
Gravedigger: Wentworth wrapping HIS arms around Shadowlove!
Jericho turns around, realizing that both men have countered the suplex attempts.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove with the elbow to Wentworth’s gut!
Gravedigger: And a dropkick to Salazar!
Shadowlove turns his attention to Wentworth once more, pulling him in for the finish.
Jimmy Garcia: As usual, he’s looking to dedicate the finish to Ms. Miyamoto!
Gravedigger: Dark Gift!
As Shadowlove makes the pin, Hunter leaps on top of the apron, distracting the referee.
Jimmy Garcia: Shadowlove can’t be happy with that one!
Shadowlove gets to his feet, yelling at Hunter who lifts his hands up and hops off the apron.
Gravedigger: Shadowlove better be careful though.
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t turn around, Shadow!
Gravedigger: Superman punch from Jericho Salazar!
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: What’s Wentworth doing?!
The ref turns around in frustration, Wentworth Updegraff Jr. yanking desperately at his leg.
Gravedigger: Distraction is key in a match like this.
Salazar leaps on Wentworth out of frustration, pounding away at his opponent.
Gravedigger: Bad idea to piss of Salazar.
Jimmy Garcia: Salazar going for the pin!
One!
Kick-Out!
Salazar yanks Updegraff to his feet just as Shadowlove rises to his own.
Gravedigger: Another Superman punch from Salazar!
Shadowlove hits the mat hard, rolling to the outside as he is quickly examined by Ms. Miyamoto
Jimmy Garcia: Check Cutter from Wentworth out of nowhere!
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and the number one contender for the UCI Intercontinental Championship, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.!
Gravedigger: Big win from Wentworth here as he earns himself the opportunity to face Sanchez for the Intercontinental Championship!
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:10:07 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:37:13 GMT -6
Howard Black Segment
Overload returns with a grainy, black and white recap of the #BeachMania main event. The camera cuts between a close-up on the UCI Champion Crow McMorris, sweat and blood pouring down his forehead, and a close-up on Howard Black. The two men glare through a haze at each other, both clearly beaten and exhausted from the match. One throws a blow in slow motion, and the thunderous hit is punctuated by an audio drum blast. The other throws a response blow, and this is also punctuated for dramatic effect. Crow lifts Howard to his feet, a look of pity in his eyes as his words echo above the music.
Crow McMorris: I’m sorry Howard, I can’t save you.
As he goes for the Murder of Crows, Howard to reverses it. Howard’s own voice echos above the music.
Howard Black: You just don’t get it Crow, do you?
Howard has Crow on the ground. The Kimura Lock is applied, and Crow silently screams in agony. Howard’s voice thunders above the music.
Howard Black: I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU!
The bell rings as Crow falls limp. We cut to Dune offering Howard the belt before Howard cocks it back and blasts Dune in the face with it.
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD!
The video ends with Howard lumbering up the ramp to the booing of the crowd. The belt drapes around his shoulder before he lets his arm fall to his side, dragging it behind him on his way to the curtain.
The cameras cut to the interior of the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa. Pyrotechnics burst across the stage as “Heaven Knows” by the Pretty Reckless blares over the arena P.A.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to our next exciting episode of UCI Overload! We’re fresh off the back off our hottest pay-per-view on the books, and it was quite a night, wasn’t it Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: You’re goddamn right, it was. Except for that Chase Jackson loser winning the Television Title. He sucks.
Jimmy Garcia: Last night was a night of glory for many as we watched Chase Jackson defeat Jessica Buck for the Television Championship, David Sanchez retain the newly dubbed Intercontinental Championship against Michael, Andre Holmes defeat Erin Fausse, and – of course – Howard Black continue his impressive undefeated streak with the capturing of the UCI World Heavyweight Championship!
The lights in the Wells Fargo Arena 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.
Jimmy Garcia: And here’s our new Champion now.
As “LOST BOYS” repeats, a strobe light hits the stage and Howard Black steps through the curtain, his hood up and head down. The belt dangles from one hand, one strap dragging along the ground in nonchalance. Howard's eyes cast back and forth from beneath the shadow of the hood, a cold sneer across his face. He shakes his head dismissively before he begins walking forward.
Jimmy Garcia: Last night’s match between Howard Black and Crow McMorris was emotional and intense, to say the least. Sadly, it ended in tragedy as Crow McMorris suffered a possibly career-ending elbow injury in the clutches of the Kimura Lock.
Gravedigger: What you call a tragedy, I call a statement win. Not only to Black beat the champion, he possibly put him down for good. That’s how you show this isn’t a fluke: that’s domination.
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, circling the ring before flipping the belt over his shoulder. He reaches up a hand, and a mic is tossed to him. The music fades as the lights go up, Howard raising the microphone to his mouth. A wave of booing crashes down on him, and he pauses, lowering the mic as he raises the belt defiantly in the air to the increasing fervor of the crowd.
Howard Black: Yeah, that’s right, boo me. Boo me despite the fact I did exactly what I said I would. Despite the fact I did it clean as a whistle and in the most dominant performance displayed in this company. Despite the fact I’ve shown more ability and balls than anyone on this roster. Go ahead, and boo me, you fucking losers. Envy me like everyone else in the back.
Howard lowers his head and closes his eyes as the boos reign down, a small smile crossing his lips as he takes them in. After a moment, they slowly subside. Howard opens his eyes and raises the microphone once more.
Howard Black: Are you sure you’re done?
The booing resumes again to a further widening smile on the lips of the Champion.
Crowd: YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!
A look of anger crosses Howard’s face as he raises the microphone to his mouth. His words come out in a bark.
Howard Black: No, I didn’t sell out shit! I did what I had to do! I’ve accomplished exactly what I said, and I’m going to continue that by giving you all a promise: I’m going to hold this thing all the way until Beyond and past that! So if you think your little taunts will get to me or anyone in the back is going to get in my way, then bring it o-
Alex Richards steps through the curtain, carrying what appears to be a four foot long sewing needle. He stops on the ramp addressing Howard.
Alex Richards: I told you all jail couldn't hold me!
The crowd cheers wildly at this.
Alex Richards: How about you all give me a jailbird chant! Can you do that?
The crowd begins to start a jailbird chant in honor of Alex to the incredible annoyance of Howard Black in the ring who is angry about the interruption.
Alex Richards: I don't know if you realized this yet Howie but these fans.. they like me. They don't like you. So you know, I figured I would come out here because I'm going to win tonight. And I think the fans should have a champion they actually like. What do you think?
Howard raises the mic to his lips.. and Alex cuts him off again.
Alex Richards: I'll bet you're wondering why I have this needle aren't you? I want to get into that ring and speak to you face to face. But I'm a big guy. I accept my fault in this. But with the size of your ego.. I just can't fit through the ropes. So I figure I'll give it a little stab and puncture that ego. I mean I was gonna do it when I won the world title anyways. Might as well-
"Relentless" by New Years Day is the catalyst to an unexpected turn of events. Now normally, Andre would be in his ring attire but instead he walks out in his wrestling tights, boots, and a black shirt of his signature graphic design of his name printed on the front, and back. He walks down to the ring, Andre shaking his head; Howard, and Alex staring them day both with agendas on their mind.
Gravedigger: Oh, and here we go with this asshole who is a woman abuser.
Jimmy Garcia: What do you me--
Gravedigger: Umm, did you forget that he poured thumbtacks into Erin's mouth, and turned her into a lisp talker? He shouldn't even be in the contention much; he should be fired!
Andre receives a microphone, and quickly enters through the ropes into the ring. The music dies for the better audio hearing of the crowd praising him for his excellent performance but they die down when he lifts the microphone. Alex stands a few steps away, and Howie keeps that World Title over his left shoulder. Before he speaks again, the crowd starts again.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Once again, the building-shaking chants die down as Andre lifts the microphone under his lips to speak.
Andre Holmes: Now I don't know about you two, and your dilemmas but I think this is the first time ever of Andre Holmes, Alex Richards, and Howard Black all standing in the ring together. The bonus is the UCI World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI!
Andre allows the sensational audience to continue with their vocal message. Alex certainly agrees but Howard keeps grasping that World Championship belt tightly over his left shoulder. Barely blinking, both eyes locked onto each of the competitors for tonight's main event who could be the threat to his first World Title reign.
Andre Holmes: Now before we get to the insults, the hoo-haa. Yes. I did lose to both of you in this very ring. One cleanly, the other no so cleanly but a win is a win. So now that #Beachmania is gone, and a certain bitch won't say anything anymore. I think it's safe to say that the grass is getting a little greener on my side of the field. So Alex, I understand we're gonna fight, and it's going to be for the best of business. I'll try to kill you in the ring, you're gonna do the same but the better man will win...even though I'm going to make sure it's me.
Alex smiles, and nods. The sportsmanship between the two is really noticeable but Howard isn't pretty happy about getting interrupted twice in a row. Even though he's pissed off, Andre continues on his little jab to Howard.
Andre Holmes: Now as for you Howard. Never thought I would see you as this. I'm not talking about World Champion, I'm talking about a man who became like every other dude you said you would never be. A certified asshole who stabs his friends in the back or even someone who's ego has grown way beyond literally the entire world.
Howard cuts him off, and speaks violently into the microphone.
Howard Black: You're going to talk to me about EGO?! You need to look yourself in the mirror when you were the one who couldn't handle taking a loss to Erin Fausse!
He slowly nods, and looks at Howard.
Andre Holmes: You got a point there. I lost to Erin but the way I lost, I don't approve of it so I had to make sure she got the message to understand that. However, you're standing in this ring World Champion but Alex, and I are here. We're both going to be hungry for the world title, and sooner than later, we could possibly put on the greatest match in our careers. But you know me, and I know you guys. I don't give a crap about what happens to any of us but I do care about what you have over your shoulder, and long story short, I want it!
Howard shook his head, and Alex finally cuts in.
Alex Richards: Well now we have a problem because...I also want it too.
Andre Holmes pursed his lips, and tapped his head with the microphone.
Andre Holmes: Interesting. You're right, now we have a problem.
Being the little spitfire Andre is, he gets into Alex's personal space, and looks up to his future opponent towering over him. All Howard does is watch them in their stare down until he's had enough of these peasants stealing his lime light. He raises the microphone to his mouth, his voice raising in irritation.
Howard Black: Now wait a goddamn minute! Who said EITHER of you deserve a shot at my title? You win a few matches at #BeachMania and that is somehow a golden ticket to the top of the card? That’s not how this works! Frankly, I think even Shadowlove and Wade Moor have more claim than either of you at getting this shot!
The boos rain down as Howard turns to Richards, jabbing the belt at him.
Howard Black: You, Mister Archduke of Grand Delusions – you were so smarmy and condescending to me that you REBUKED an offer to have a shot at me if I beat Crow. Your head was so up your own ass, you planned on the guy who LOST! Before you even think about being worthy of stepping in this ring with me, you can either learn to show the Number One Contender, now Champion, a little respect or you can learn to place better bets!
Howard turns on his heels, jabbing the belt at Andre.
Howard Black: And you! You fucking Xerox. I’ve already beaten you. Handily. I beat you on my WAY to getting this belt. You were a brick in the goddamn footpath for me. You think a win in a No DQ match means you can suddenly hang with me in a straight one-on-one? We already know what would happen if Lil B tried to actually take Durant: he’d get dunked on. We already know how this title match will end: another reason for these people to not take you seriously like I already don’t!
As the booing intensifies, the two opponents seem to tire of the abuse. They stalk towards Howard, both looking ready to tear him apart. He cocks the belt back defensively, wagging a finger from his hand holding the mic.
Howard Black: Ah, ah, ah! You come at me, and I’m sure as shit taking one of you down with me. My match has no stakes other than my pride – I can go in beaten up and eat that L. But you two… well, who feels lucky enough to be the one getting out unscathed?
The men consider this, neither keen to jeopardize their opportunity later tonight. The hesitation is all Howard needs to slowly back up towards the ropes. He grins wickedly, the belt still cocked to lash out at any attacker.
Howard Black: But I’ll give you this – I don’t control who I face. So good luck tonight, gentlemen, I’ll be watching. Real close.
Howard ducks out of the ring to the floor as “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hits the PA. He advances backward up the ramp, the belt held defiantly in the air as he stares back at the men in the ring. Richards and Holmes go to the ropes, leaning forward to yell threats and insults back and forth with the Champ as Overload goes to its commercial. |
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:38:21 GMT -6
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