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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:47:22 GMT -6
Tag Team Match Mayor D. Sanchez & Mr. Wright vs Polar Phantasm & Bonnie Blue
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is a tag-team match with a sixty minute time limit, scheduled for one fall!
"Iceberg-Seven online... accessing big screen. Access granted... running program 'Guardians Entrance'."
Jimmy Garcia: Here come the Guardians, this will be their first real test since winning those tag-team titles, going up against a Syndicate team that’s hungry to add some more gold to their trophy cabinet.
Gravedigger: It’s a relatively untested team of Wright and Sanchez though, and while both have enjoyed singles success, they are yet to compete as a two-person team.
The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen flashes 'PHANTASM' in large frosted blue letters. The letters fade, and the screen flashes 'BLUE' in the same font. Those letters fade away, too; replaced by another word in silvertoned sapphire: 'GUARDIANS.'
"Guardians of the Night" by Sonic Librarian begins to play and the Warehouse lights go out, save for a blue glow around the entranceway that pulses in time with the electronic percussion.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first, at a combined weight of three-hundred and ninety-eight pounds; they are the UCI Tag-team Champions: Bonnie Blue and Polar Phantasm… The Guaaaaardians!
A lone spotlight shines on the curtain as the synthesizer kicks in, but it's not until the guitar joins in that the Polar Phantasm steps from behind the curtain. A moment later he's joined by Bonnie Blue, and the two Guardians stand at the head of the aisle for a few seconds.
Jimmy Garcia: I do love this entrance, it’s not often you see this much effort being put into an arrival these days. Kudos to the Guardians, interesting fact - they even make their own pyro!
Gravedigger: You and I have a very different idea of what’s interesting Jimmy. Very different indeed.
The air around them sparkles as ice crystals form, soften, and fall as snow. Thunderous applause greets their dash down the aisle as the pair simultaneously slide in beneath the ropes, then come to their feet ready to watch the entrance of their rivals.
‘I am the Fire’ by Halestrom hits the speakers and Taylor enters through the curtain wearing his leather coat and gold chain.
Gravedigger: Taylor wright coming off a two-match losing streak to another Guardian will be looking to get some revenge tonight. He had a strong showing in both matches but in the end Alex Richards proved to be just too experienced for the newcomer to put away.
Jimmy Garcia: Let’s not forget though that until Election Day, Wright was undefeated in UCI, which is no small accomplishment.
Gravedigger: It’s a shame he’s stuck tagging with such a dick, I actually like this guy.
Wright raises his hands and looks around before spinning in a circle accepting the ‘embrace’ of the fans which in reality is just a sea of boos, with the odd Coca Cola can being thrown in his general direction.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents, first; from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds…. He is the Ambassador of Urban Relations, Taylorrrrr Wrightttt!
He makes his way to the ring, soaking up the hatred of the crowd and waits for the arrival of this partner at the bottom of the ramp before stepping into the proverbial lion’s den.
Gravedigger: Smart move by Mr. Wright not jumping into the ring when it’s a two on one situation. With all the games the Syndicate has being playing with the Guardians lately, they’ll be chomping at the bit to get their hands on anybody remotely affiliated with the Syndicate.
Jimmy Garcia: He’s been learning from one of the smartest men in the ring, like him or hate him; Wright’s came on leaps and bounds in recent weeks. If I was Sanchez I’d be starting to worry that Wright might fancy a shot at the Intercontinental championship.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.
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.
Taylor Lorde: Aaaaand his tag-team partner, from Bogota, Colombia by way of Printers Row, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds. He is the mayor of Chicago and UCI Intercontinental Champion. David… Saaaaaaaan-chezzzz!
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.
Gravedigger: Well, here comes the winner of last week’s Updegraff Invitational Tournament, a man I honestly hate but lately it’s a little hard not to appreciate what he’s bringing to the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: I couldn’t agree with you more ‘digger. Sanchez has been on a tear lately; capturing the Rising Stars championship, the Intercontinental championship and defeating three other competitors including the young woman already in the ring last week to win one-hundred thousand dollars of Wentworth’s money.
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.
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 joins up with Taylor Wright at the bottom of the ramp before both men slide under the bottom rope and into the ring. As Mr. Wright remains in the challenger’s corner, Sanchez walks across to the other side of the ring, through the Guardians and tosses his championship belt down to a stagehand as if it meant nothing to him. With this final blatant disregard for the worth of a belt he fought valiantly to make his own he turns back to the stage, awaiting the opening bell whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. After a short moment of posturing, he decides to step out onto the apron as does the Polar Phantasm; leaving Taylor Wright and Bonnie Blue to start the contest for their respective teams.
Jimmy Garcia: The two leader’s elect of their respective factions opting to let their underlings start this contest, a tandem show of faith by both the Guardians and the Syndicate.
Gravedigger: I’ve gotta think it’s probably a little less faith and a little more strategy on David’s part. Polar however will have every bit of confidence in Bonnie, but for her loss to Sanchez last week, she’s been another superstar on the rise as of late.
Ding Ding Ding!
The match starts as Bonnie charges at Wright, her calm demeanour succumbing to her inner-anger as she drops the Brooklyn native with a flying forearm before Wright even knows what’s happening. Sanchez winces on the apron as his partner rolls back up to his feet, only to be dropkicked into his own corner by the fiesty Daughter of Time.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue showing us that she’s not to be taken lightly in the opening stages of this match.
Gravedigger: Sanchez just slapped Wright on the back and tagged himself into this match.
Already appauled with his partner’s performance, David steps through the ropes and dodges Bonnie as she tries to catch him with another running forearm, which ends up hitting Wright once more as he catches his breath in the corner. Using this near-miss to his advantage, David quickly gains rear control of Blue, applying a hammerlock before lifting her overhead and folding her into the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex. He doesn’t follow up on the move immediately, instead opting to drag the young woman back to his corner where he tags Taylor Wright back into the contest, giving his associate a chance to redeem himself.
Jimmy Garcia: Textbook teamwork by the Syndicate, distract and conquer. Although I’m not entirely sure Taylor Wright will see it that way after being thrown under the proverbial bus by his partner.
Gravedigger: What do you expect from a man with a conscience the size of a grape? Wright knew exactly what he was getting into when he aligned with Sanchez, and something tells me he’s just as ruthless when it comes to getting things done.
David holds Bonnie down, exhausting the referee’s full five-count and allowing Wright to drive the sole of his boot into her arm half a dozen times before he is finally escorted back to the apron, leaving Taylor to toy with a damaged Bonnie Blue. He taunts her as she crawls across the ring and begins to pull herself up with the bottom rope, kicking it out as she attempts to use it to hold her weight and causing her to fall upon it throat first.
Gravedigger: I hate to say I told you so! Wait, no I don’t… It feels fantastic. I told you so, I told you so, I told you so.
Jimmy Garcia: Well if anybody knows a dick move ‘digger it’d be you! I don’t doubt your ability to identify a prick when you see one.
Taunting again, Wright takes his eye off the ball and Bonnie takes advantage, hitting a Capoeira-esque mule-kick to the abdomen of her opponent after pushing herself up in a handstand-like position to give the strike some extra force. Startles, there is nothing Taylor can do as she pulls him down to the canvas and attempts to score an early victory with a small package.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Close but no cigar there for one half of the tag-team champions.
Gravedigger: Wright is just able to roll out of the pinfall, and Sanchez is livid that he’s been caught off-guard so many times in this match already.
Bonnie punches the canvas, upset that her surprise offense didn’t get the job done and allow the Guardians an easy and early night. Instead of bitching and moaning though she applies a front facelock to Wright and pulls him over to the opposite corner of the ring, using all of her female might to allow Polar to tag himself into the match.
Gravedigger: Here comes the Polar Phantasm now, coming off a loss last week to his Guardian brethren; Alex Richards in the Updegraff invitational.
Jimmy Garcia: True, but let’s not forget that he was victorious at #Beachmania in a thrilling contest against Shadowlove. Polar is one of those guys that can win any match on any given night if his head’s in the game.
Wasting no motion, Cameron Bankston steps through the ropes and drops an elbow into the small of Wright’s back as Bonnie keeps him down with the front facelock. As his partner rolls out of the ring, he lifts Taylor up to his feet before hoisting Wright into the air and keeping him there for a number of seconds.
Crowd: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!
Ten seconds pass in which the blood rushes to Wright’s head before Polar slams him hard onto the canvas with a stalling vertical suplex and quickly rolls into the pin.
One!
Two!
Gravedigger: Not quite! You have to think the Guardians are going to try and capitalize on this advantage and isolate Taylor Wright.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s an excellent strategy by the Guardians; divide and conquer. I can’t say I’m surprised, they are the champions after-all.
Gravedigger: An excellent strategy? What’s the bets that if the Syndicate were to do the exact same thing you’d be moaning about how it’s creating an unfair advantage and that it tarnishes the integrity of the bout.
Polar lifts Wright up to his feet and drills him with a forearm, but as he attempts to land a second, he finds his arm being caught, and his body being planted face-first onto the canvas courtesy of a single-arm DDT which Wright then manages to roll across and turn into a Fujiwara armbar. He wrenches back on the arm with such torque that the referee is immediately forced to ask Polar if he wishes to submit, a notion which one-half of the tag champions rejects, only to find that Wright has already released the hold, instead grabbing a handful of the back of his white hair and takes to now slamming Cameron’s face into the mat not once, not twice but three times.
Gravedigger: Ruthless aggression being displayed by Taylor wright here after an expertly applied armbar, this kid gets better every week.
Jimmy Garcia: I can’t argue with you there, just when it looked like the Guardians had him in a corner he’s came out swinging and totally shifted the momentum of the match.
With Polar stunned, Wright makes it across the ring, tagging Sanchez who takes his time in stepping through the ropes. This allows Wright to make it back over to Phantasm and send him in the direction of his partner with an Irish whip which David graciously and brutally brings to a sudden stop with a kitchen-sink style knee to the midsection that causes Polar to crash to the canvas, gasping for breath.
Crowd: Mayor Dickhead! *Claps* Mayor Dickhead! *Claps* Mayor Dickhead! *Claps*
Feeding off of the crowd’s hatred, David stalls for a moment, looking not only at his fallen only at his fallen opponent but also at the man he is currently tagging with, each with a matching look of disdain. As he lifts the Polar Phantasm by the hair; his opponent winded beyond the ability to take advantage of the delay he begins to drive a number of headbutts into his trapezoid, each debilitating strike a little better placed than the last.
Gravedigger: I’ve felt those headbutts from Sanchez, they might look like they’re missing the mark, but believe me, that man knows exactly where to strike in order to cause the most damage.
Jimmy Garcia: Nobody is questioning Sanchez’ talents between the ropes, as far as those go, he’s up there with the best. If it wasn’t for the way he conducts himself, he’d probably be a suitable contender to Howard Black by now.
Another headbutt, this one landing flush on Cameron’s collarbone and causing that sensation of pins and needles down his right arm. Without a stall, a breath or a second thought Sanchez then makes this count for something, harnessing this arm into a single-underhook and planting the Guardian’s leader elect into the canvas with a spike-DDT.
Jimmy Garcia: Ouch! That one had to hurt, there was nowhere for those shocks down Polar’s entire body to go except for the arm that Sanchez hooked.
Gravedigger: I think he calls that Central Nervous Soup or some shit, I dunno. I rarely pay attention when he’s in the ring anymore.
Jimmy Garcia: Hip surgery comments getting you down? Try Tonne-Der!
Gravedigger: Fuck your dad Jim.
Having connected with Central Nervous Shutdown, Sanchez stalls a little before deciding to approach Bonnie Blue; with whom he has been attempting to communicate and enamour himself to over the last couple of weeks. Despite Taylor’s vocals confirming that this is a bad idea, he continues nonetheless, even as his partner steps through the ropes to try and halt him, garnering the referee’s attention. Getting right in her face for only a brief moment he barely manages a smile before he is completely taken aback as a spray of blue mist is shot from her mouth and into his entire face, both blinding and shocking him simultaneously.
Jimmy Garcia: What the fuck-knuckle?!
Gravedigger: Oh hell yeah! You go girl! Blind that bitch then kick him in the eye.
Jimmy Garcia: A little bit out of character there from Bonnie Blue, who’s now wiping her mouth and… oh shit, the referee’s buying it!
Gravedigger: Wouldn’t you? With a face like her’s she could have a pocketful of blue Sharpies and still get away with murder.
True to the point of the commentary team, as David stumbles blindly around the ring, his face completely saturated in a mysterious blue substance, it isn’t long before he finally fall into the corner of his partner, who immediately tags himself into the match in light of the mayor’s inability to see.
Before even a few moments pass though, he makes the fatal error of running at Bonnie on the opposing apron, completely ignoring the Polar Phantasm; much to his hinderance. As he reaches a sprint, Cameron shoots off the mat, hooking him in one swoop for a fisherman’s buster and drilling him hard into the canvas for an Ice Cap!
Gravedigger: ICE-CAP!
Jimmy Garcia: Thanks for coming Syndicate, but there’s a reason these are our champions.
The impact of the move causes Wright’s body to bounce violently, landing back in his own corner. Still blind and barely having found his way back to the correct spot on the apron, Sanchez manages to grab a tag, whether on purpose or not remains to be seen.
Wright falls through the ropes and slumps onto the floor as David stumbles back through the ropes, still walking as though blinded. Polar Phantasm immediately looks to take advantage of this, charging at Sanchez with evil intentions of silencing the corrupt politician once and for all but as he does so he finds himself being contorted into back-control as Sanchez locks an arm under his his own whilst the other constricts his neck. Before long Davis manages to bring the other arm forward from beneath the arm, pushing the nape of Cameron’s neck furthermore into the choke.
Gravedigger: That’s a blatant choke!
Jimmy Garcia: Or is it a perfectly executed Judo submission?
Gravedigger: No Gi! It’s a choke!
Jimmy Garcia: I’ve seen you call headlocks as chokes when Sanchez uses them!
With the hold he calls M-99 locked on Cameron Bankston, and the Phantasm fading fast, it isn’t long before Bonnie Blue decides to take matters into her own hands. Thirty or so seconds pass in which Polar drops, his face now turning purple as Sanchez maintains both the hold and now rear-ground control, using his legs to wrap around his opponent’s waist and squeeze out any remaining oxygen.
Jimmy Garcia: Whether it’s a chokehold or not, Polar’s going to have to tap out before he passes out.
Gravedigger: I don’t know, Bonnie’s climbing those ropes…
True as the legend had spoke, Bonnie Blue springboards onto the second rope from the apron, surely thinking of delivering her Sonic Screwdriver. Much to her dismay though, at the same time as her feet recoil from the second ropes, Taylor Wright’s are planted on the apron and his index and middle finger are insert into the inside of her mouth, catching her mid-flight and dropping her with a sickening thud to the ringside area courtesy of desperation fish-hook.
Meanwhile, in the ring, it is all that the Polar Phantasm can do to tap to the questionable hold from the questionable mayor after a match of many question. The referee watches as he turns a deeper shade of purple, the contrast to the rest of his pale flesh a sight to behold before sounding for the bell and passing the camera to Taylor Lorde.
Taylor Lorde: Your winners by submission at nine minutes and three seconds; Taylor Wright and the UCI Intercontinental champion, David Sanchez, The Syndicate!
Jimmy Garcia: Say what you want. The Syndicate has managed to overthrow the UCI Tag Team Champions. I’m pretty sure that this can guarantee them a future Tag Title shot but for now, bragging rights is assured. |
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:50:51 GMT -6
Kyle Cameron vs Teddy Sol
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applauds and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At six feet tall, weighing in at 186 pounds. He is Teddy Sol!
He turns towards the turnbuckle and hops to the top, raising his hands before backflipping into the ring! He runs across to the opposite and backflips onto his feet once again! Finally he turns towards his corner and gives a thumbs up to the front row as he awaits the opening bell.
Jimmy Garcia: After making a glorious return at #Beachmania, UCI has been put on notice now that Teddy Sol is back in active competition. I can’t wait to see what has he to bring against Kyle Cameron.
Gravedigger: Yeah. Another ass to be kicked from the REAL ACTUAL World Champion, and that thief Andre Jenson!
"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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Mean Streets of Downtown Los Angeles! At six feet tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Main Attraction” Kyle Cameron!
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.
Cameron holds aloft his half of the Actual World Title and receives a chorus of boos. He responds by arrogantly slapping the belt before handing it to the referee.
Sol looks at Cameron with disbelief but shrugs his shoulders and gets ready for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Cameron and Sol stare at each other across the ring, circling slowly, neither one willing to give the other an advantage.
Crowd: TEDDY! TEDDY! TEDDY!
Suddenly, Kyle stops in place, pointing with exasperation at the entrance ramp! Sol stops to look at the disturbance, but it was a trick! Cameron rushes forward and drills his elbow across the back of Sol’s head! Sol stumbles, holding onto the middle rope as Cameron stomps repeatedly on him! Sol struggles to pull himself free, but he is ultimately unable to do so, as Cameron slams an elbow into the back of his head!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!
Sol is laid low from the punishment, but rather than capitalizing, Cameron turns and begins taunting his fallen opponent, holding his hands over his head arrogantly as the crowd boos.
Jimmy Garcia: Kyle Cameron mocking the crowd but starting this match off in the dominant pace after landing that brutal elbow into the face of Teddy.
But he stays distracted a little too long, and Blaze is back on his feet! Cameron turns around wide-eyed as Blaze runs forward with a sunset flip! The shocked Cameron’s shoulders are pinned!
One!
Two!
No! Cameron manages to roll through to his feet, and swings a kick at the seated Sol!
Gravedigger: Okay. Clearly this referee is blind; Sol held his tights!
But Sol lays down to avoid the blow, and rolls backwards with a back handspring! Cameron rushes forward with a clothesline, but Sol grabs the top rope, sending Cameron tumbling to the outside!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!
Cameron clings to the barrier desperately, and Sol throws himself over the top rope, hitting a dive to the outside! Cameron is wiped out by the move and lays on the outside!
Jimmy Garcia: PLANCHA DIVE! Beautiful agility, and air time by the returning luchador! Teddy Sol just leaped over the top rope, and crashed into Kyle Cameron.
Rather than following up the move, however, Sol waves his hands towards the back, seeming to call for someone…
Gravedigger: The hell is he doing? What the fuck?
And sure enough, Andre Jenson appears on the ramp, his half of the Actual Title around his shoulder! He sprints down to the announcer’s table and reaches to grab Cameron’s half!
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: OH THESE FUCKIN’ CON ARTISTS WERE WORKING TOGETHER ALL ALONG!
But Cameron suddenly is made aware of what’s happening and springs to life, snatching the belt and sprinting up the entrance ramp!
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Jenson has STOLEN the ACTUAL World Title belt halves, and Cameron is now chasing after them. The referee is still counting! What is going on?!
Sol and Jenson shrug their shoulders then give chase after Cameron backstage, the referee being left little choice but to shrug his shoulders and call off the match!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match has been declared a no contest!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: Bullshit. Commercial. |
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:51:49 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 2:55:03 GMT -6
Syndicate Segment
David Sanchez, Taylor Wright, and Erin Fausse are in the Syndicate locker room, as Fausse prepares for her upcoming match with Julian Mercury against Wade moor and Dustin Beaver. Sanchez stands in front of her, a smile on his face that could easily have been mistaken for happiness in the eyes of uneducated viewer. Erin looks confident, as she always does, although there's still a tenderness about her after the brutal match at #Beachmania with Andre Holmes.
David Sanchez: Let’s consider this a test for Julian Mercury. He very well may fill the void.
Erin Fausse: So, how do you want me to go about this?
Taylor Wright: Wait... what void?... Are we still talking about Buck? Because I thought we'd decided on that.
Sanchez and Fausse both turn away from Wright, ignoring the question entirely.
David Sanchez: Erin, You're a big girl. You know how this works. If you think he's a good fit, then shake his hand, if you're not prepared to vouch for him then kick the bitch in the dick. Simples.
Taylor Wright: Um... Hello! what fucking void are we talking about?
Suddenly three armed police officers burst into the locker room, all with guns pointed at Taylor Wright who they immediately force to assume the position, bringing the Ambassador down to his knees with his hands on his head whilst one of the officers searches his person for any foreign objects.
Cop: Taylor Wright, You’re under arrest for the arson of the Sloshed Pit!
The officer begins to read Taylor his Miranda Rights and Sanchez talks over him.
David Sanchez: This void Taylor, have a nice life.
Wright struggles and fights with the cops as he is dragged up to his feet, handcuffed and frogmarched down the corridor, shouting obscenities back at Sanchez and Fausse as Erin closes the door so the two remaining members of the Syndicate can concentrate on the upcoming match. Even through the closed door though they can still hear Wright's parting yells.
Taylor Wright: WHAT?!...HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!... AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU?!
The scene fades to black in the Syndicate locker room where David and Erin continue to discuss whether or not Julian Mercury would make a suitable replacement, completely un-phased by Wright's planned arrest. |
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 3:03:00 GMT -6
Tag Team Match Wade Moor & Dustin Beaver vs Erin Fausse & Julian Mercury
The scene changes to a panning shot of the Overload arena in Des Moines.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall!
Cut to the stage as the lights in the arena slowly die out, leaving only a lone spotlight shining on the ramp and "Ave Maria" begins to play faintly over the speakers. Erin Fausse emerges from behind the curtain with a wide smile on her face, though she recoils, slightly perturbed at the chorus of boos that greet her.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first team! Hailing from Oskaloose, Iowa! At five feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 135 pounds. She is Erin Fausse!
She shakes her head and makes her way down to the ring, ascending the steps and stepping under the middle rope before making her way to her corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Erin Fausse looks prepared for this match tonight. She has her game face on.
Gravedigger: I know that look...it means she has something dastardly in mind. If I were Moor or Beaver, I would keep my eye on Erin Fausse tonight.
The arena goes silent as golden words flash over a pitch black background on the titantron.
"Bear witness to the Dream Killer."
The words fade away as the opening of "The Future Is Now" plays, earning an onslaught of jeers an insults as the elegant Julian Mercury makes his way out from the backstage area, amused smile spread over his face as he saunters down the entrance ramp.
"They said there was no way... but they forgot the black hole in the sky.
"Yesterday is nothing... I have half a life to rewrite.
"Flying into this future... I will let the science bring the change.
"This will be the final cure... I am gonna take the past away."
Taylor Lorde: Introducing her partner! Hailing from New York City, New York! At six feet tall, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is “The Dream Killer” Julian Mercury!
Stylish as ever, Julian paces up a set of steel steps, positioning himself on the apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes cleanly. Upon entering the ring, he stops to bow politely to each side of the audience, smug smile present over his face as he retreats to the corner to stretch.
Jimmy Garcia: Julian Mercury is looking to move forward tonight, a win over the former #BeachKrew tandem would absolutely propel Mercury's stock in the UCI.
Gravedigger: But beating those two won't be a walk in the park, Julian Mercury has his work cut out for him in the Over dome tonight.
Jimmy Garcia: The Over dome?
Gravedigger: Zip it punk, I'm trying something new tonight.
The camera cuts back to the stage as the lights dip low and a clusterfuck of oceanic colored lights blare over the arena. The chirp of a dolphin plays and the crowd pops hard as “21st Century Schizoid Man” starts. Wade Moor and Dustin Beaver walk out onto the stage, posing for the crowd who cheer for the young duo.
Jimmy Garcia: Last week at Beachmania, Wade Moor returned to help out Dustin Beaver who was mercilessly assaulted by Jayden Thunder before their match even began. You have to wonder if this team is entirely on the same page since Wade Moor seems to be on the warpath for somebody he only briefly mentioned? How does Beaver feel about being caught up in such a whirlwind of emotion and chaos?
Gravedigger: You have to remember, these two are brothers. They would go to the end of the Earth for each other. I know from experience, the old #BeachKrew colors don't run. They're fiercely loyal to each other. Moor and Beaver are no exception to that, and probably have one of the strongest bonds from that group to date.
Jimmy Garcia: I guess tonight is a wait and see kind of night? Let's see how each of these teams stack up against the other and which one walks out of the Over dome victorious tonight.
Gravedigger: It's catching on, isn't it?
Taylor Lorde: Introducing their opponents! The team of Wade Moor, and Dustin Beaver!
Moor and Beaver stop at the ring apron, turning and bro fisting each other before sliding into the ring side by side and taking opposite corners from each other. They pose to the crowd again before stepping down and heading towards their corner, Fausse and Mercury watching on with looks of disdain on their faces.
Jimmy Garcia: Beaver starting out for Team Beav-Moor as Mercury has the luck of the draw for he and Fausse.
Gravedigger: Hell yeah, I'm excited! Let's do this!
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell rings as Beaver and Mercury pace around each other looking for an opening. They lock up in the middle of the ring, Mercury holding Dustin in a headlock with the size advantage, but Beaver dips down to a knee and slides behind Mercury. He locks his wrist and wrenches his arm up behind his back before shoving him away and pounding his chest. This incenses Mercury, who brushes his face, cracks his neck and quickly moves towards Beaver.
Jimmy Garcia: Mercury not happy about Beaver's flourish I take it?
Gravedigger: Hell no, if some fool did that to me back in my day I'd have beat his ass for an hour, Jimmy.
The two lock up in the middle of the ring, this time Mercury holding the shoulder clinch. He drives his knee into the gut of Beaver, doubling him over. He wraps his arm around his head and puts Beaver down with a DDT. Mercury stands up and mockingly pounds his chest to the distaste of the crowd. He drops down on Beaver for the pinfall.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Shoulder up from Beaver.
Mercury laughs as he gets to his feet. He pulls Beaver up and starts wopping him with hard rights and lefts before whipping him into the turnbuckle, charging after him and splashing him. Beaver bounces off and stumbles towards the center of the ring. Mercury effortlessly bounces off the ropes and drives Beaver into the mat with a bulldog that rocks him. He flips him over and goes for another pinfall.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Shoulder up and we're still going!
Gravedigger: He's going to have to try harder to put the Good Beaver down!
Jimmy Garcia: I Beavlieve that.
Julian pulls Beaver to his feet and locks up again, but this time Beaver gains a scrappy advantage by driving his elbow into Mercury's gut and then kicking his calf with those Air Yeezy's. Mercury drops to a knee as Beaver runs off the ropes and comes back with a dropkick, driving Mercury down to the mat where Beaver crawls on top of him for the three count, Wade applauding him from the corner. Erin's expression hasn't changed the entire match.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Shoulder up from Mercury, the match continues!
Beaver lifts Mercury off the ground and hits him with a snap suplex. Mercury bounces through and sits up from the impact, but Beaver is on top of him with aggression, hitting him with a float over snap cutter that causes Mercury's head to touch his knees. He snaps back to the ground and Beaver climbs the turnbuckle. A quick splash from the second rope and Beaver hooks the leg for another pinfall.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: No another shoulder up from Garcia!
Gravedigger: Beaver is really taking it to Mercury right now! Being back with Wade is bringing out the young stars aggressive streak! This will do wonders for his career!
Beaver gets back to his feet and begins picking apart Mercury's limbs one by one. As he comes to his chest, Mercury holds out a hand to stop the boot, taking a hold of Beaver and getting to his feet. Beaver holds his balance before attempting an enziguiri, but Mercury perceives it and ducks underneath the kick. Beaver with his back turned is caught around the waist and dropped backwards with a back suplex that shakes the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Mercury needs to capatalize, tag in Erin or take the aggression back to Beaver!
Mercury moves towards his partner for the tag...but Erin steps backwards off the turnbuckle.
Jimmy Garcia: What? Uh-oh!
Gravedigger: I saw it coming, Jimmy...I just didn't want to spoil the surprise for you!
Jimmy Garcia: She's abandoning her tag team partner! Why, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Why not?! She doesn't owe Julian a damn thing! Erin could easily shine in this match...but she says it's sink or swim time for Mercury. He doesn't belong in her vision moving forward.
Mercury looks absolutely dumbfounded by Erin. He curses her and turns around...only to be met with a Beaver-To-Belly!
Jimmy Garcia: What a move from Dustin Beaver!
Gravedigger: Anywhere that move comes from, it's absolutely a devastating finisher! It doesn't look like much, but it's one of the most powerful weapons in Dustin's arsenal and such a versatile attack as well!
Beaver smiles as he sits up, wiping his chin before getting to his feet. He looks at Wade, who holds his hand out for the tag and the crowd starts to heat up.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh no...please, just end it Dustin!
Dustin tags in Wade who climbs in the ring. Julian starts to stir as Wade stalks his prey, methodically moving around Julian as he groggily gets to his feet. He turns around and eats a massive lariat from Wade, driving Julian back to the ground. Wade bounds off the ropes and drops down on Julian with an Earth shattering senton. Julian lurches forward, holding his ribs as Wade gets to his feet and drives his knee directly into the face of Mercury.
Jimmy Garcia: Please, stop this Wade!
Even Dustin is growing a little concerned on the apron, keeping his eyes locked hard on Wade. Wade lifts Julian to his feet, his eyes turning into slits as he lifts him to his feet. Wade shakes Julian before laughing and uppercutting his throat. Julian falls to his knees, clutching his neck where the hit landed. Dustin climbs into the ring as Wade goes for another knee to the face, but Dustin pushes Wade away from Julian.
Jimmy Garcia: Dustin stopped him!
Gravedigger: Hold on, he's saying something!
Dustin Beaver: What the hell are you doing, Wade?! He's had enough! Finish it, man!
Wade shoves Beaver out of the way and heads towards Julian...but Beaver catches Wade by the arm and pulls him back!
Dustin Beaver: That's NOT how we're doing this! You're done!
Wade eyes Beaver...just as Julian gets to his feet and charges. Dustin points and Wade turns around, latching his arms around the waist of Mercury. He spins around him and lifts him in a wheelbarrow position as Dustin grabs Mercury's head and drives his head down with a lay out double knee to the face. Mercury falls to the mat in a crumpled heap as Wade crawls over him for the pinfall.
One!
Two!
Jimmy Garcia: Please, God...
Three!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here are your winners, Wade Moor and Dustin Beaver!
Jimmy Garcia: Finally, it's over.
Gravedigger: What systematic destruction by Beav-Moor ending in one of the most devastating tag team finishers I've ever seen.
Jimmy Garcia: It's easy to pick someone to pieces when they're left all alone. What the hell was Fausse thinking just leaving Mercury out here with these two?! Mercury didn't stand a chance after that! I can't think of anybody who could! One things for certain though, not everything seems to be all sunshine and rainbows for Team Beav-Moor!
Gravedigger: Momentary miscommunication. It's tag teaming One-Oh-One. They'll have to work through it going forward.
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 3:09:55 GMT -6
Co-Main Event Howard Black vs Andre Jenson
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!
A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp. He then beckons to the back and 4 other similarly clad LARPers emerge, flanking him. They look like a classic dungeon party. The big man, wearing full armour and holding a shield and sword takes position in front, while the tiny elf, dressed in green druid like clothing takes the rear, waving his staff in the air. The other two, a woman wielding a bow and a rather scary looking hairy beast wielding an axe take position either side of Jenson.
Jenson makes some waving movements with his hands and shouts something to the ceiling and they all start moving forward, seemingly satisfied.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from the fantastical island of Kem! At 283 kleps tall, weighing in at 15.75 kweps. He is “The Destroyer of Goblins” Andre Jenson!
When they get to the ring, AJ again makes some gestures and they stop, he shakes hands with each one of them, before pulling up the apron and grabbing a money pouch from under the ring. He gives each of the party a coin, and they take a defensive stance. He grins and then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, while fishing out a couple of d20 dice and rolling them. He then nods as if acknowledging the results and shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm. After this, he climbs each of the middle turnbuckles in turn and looks like he casts a spell on each one of them with hand gestures and some reagents from his pouch.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge match here for Andre Jenson against the world champion!
Gravedigger: That’s an understatement, Jimmy! He better hope to get some lucky rolls tonight!
The lights in the Warehouse go dark as the opening distorted oscillator of “Lost Boys” by Death Grips hits the PA. A chorus of boos immediately swells in the crowd as the beat kicks in and the snare rattles through the speakers. As “LOST BOYS” repeats, a strobe light hits the stage and Howard Black steps through the curtain, his hood up and head down. 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.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Lincoln, Nevada! At five feet, eight inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, “The Lost Boy” Howard Black!
Howard ignores the crowd to either side as his eyes stay glued on the ring, stalking down the ramp with a look of cold rage upon his face. He makes his way up the steps and ducks beneath the top rope to enter, tossing the belt in the general direction of the ref before circling the ring and finally making his way to his corner. He pulls off the hoodie and tosses it aside before removing a silver crucifix on a thin chain from around his neck. He stares at it for a moment, kisses it softly, then places it around the ring post before leaning back in his corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Big time co-main event tonight! Howard Black! Andre Jenson! Let’s get into it!
Ding Ding Ding!
Jenson extends a hand in a gesture of respect which is quickly slapped away by Howard.
Gravedigger: No use showing respect to Howard Black when the bell rings! He is where he is, because he doesn’t fall for that from anyone!
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the midsection from Howard Black!
Howard grabs hold of Jenson’s head as he doubles over, putting pressure on the hold.
Gravedigger: Jenson pushing Black off him quickly.
Jimmy Garcia: The champ going off the ropes!
Gravedigger: Dropkick from Jenson!
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Not quite and much too early for a pinfall against someone of Howard Black’s caliber!
Jenson lifts Howard’s head up, applying a headlock of his own. Howard pushes them to a standing base.
Gravedigger: Howard lifts him up.
Jimmy Garcia: Slammed to the mat!
One!
Kick-Out!
Howard lifts Jenson up now, applying another headlock as both men fight for control. Jenson pushes to his feet this time, swinging behind and taking hold of Howard.
Gravedigger: Jenson shoving forward once more.
Jimmy Garcia: Howard Black sent off the ropes again!
Gravedigger: Shining wizard from Howard Black!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Howard looks down at Jenson with disdain before heading up top.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking to go aerial now, sizing Andre up!
Gravedigger: Howard taking the leap.
Jimmy Garcia: Counter forearm from Andre Jenson!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Often times in a match, you have a big move or counter that drastically changes the pace because of just how hard hitting it is and that was a perfect example.
Jenson looks towards the ref, either in disbelief at his stroke of luck with the counter or disbelief that someone was able to kickout of it. Jenson goes to drag Howard by the arm in attempt to center him for an aerial move of his own.
Jimmy Garcia: Surprise rollup from Howard!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Back and forth action with what seems to be a match of nothing but counters!
Jimmy Garcia: This is about making a statement for both men and you can tell they really want this one!
Jenson lifts Howard to his feet this time, spinning a bit and connecting with a discus forearm. With the champion wobbled, Jenson wraps his arms around the midsection and lifts upward.
Gravedigger: Solid belly to belly from Jenson.
One!
Kick-Out!
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson wasting no time in trying to keep the momentum on his side as he climbs up top now!
Gravedigger: Howard to his feet.
Howard lunges forward, knocking Jenson to a sitting position before climbing up and grabbing hold of Jenson.
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson fighting back with some clubbing blows now!
Howard falls back to the mat, Jenson rushing back up to a standing base from the top.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow drop from Jenson!
One!
Two!
Kick-Out!
Gravedigger: Close fall there!
Jenson gets to the corner, sizing Howard up for the finish.
Jimmy Garcia: Critical Hit coming up!
Jenson charges forward, lifting his knee towards the champ.
Gravedigger: Howard dodges it! He’s got hold of Jenson!
Howard brings Jenson to the ground, locking in the Kimura Lock.
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson is nowhere near the ropes! This is dangerous!
Gravedigger: Jenson is tapping! This one is over!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner by submission, Howard Black!
Jimmy Garcia: Great effort by Jenson here, but Howard Black has been a man on a mission since coming to UCI and that continues here tonight!
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 3:11:32 GMT -6
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Post by Results on Aug 16, 2016 3:22:46 GMT -6
Main Event UCI World Heavyweight Championship Contention Andre Holmes vs Alex Richards
The Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa is livid with the great action, and segments presented by the returning, current, and new talent in UCI. From Mandie Wheeler winning the Television Championship to an incredible co-main event featuring Howard Black, and Andre Jenson. Now Overload is graced with a main event but let our commentators tell you themselves.
Jimmy Garcia: Welcome back to Sunday Night Overload, and we are finally here for our main event of the evening. That’s determining the new number one contender for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship between Andre Holmes, and Alex Richards.
Gravedigger: Look punk! I don’t know why Andre is even getting a contendership match when he should be in jail, and Alex should be in prison after putting innocent people in danger with a bar fight at that wretched Sloshed Pit.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes, and Alex Richards came off both great victories in a Bar Room Brawl, and a No Disqualifications match. Now their hard work has paid off.
Gravedigger: Yeah...hard work on attempted murder on both end. The fuckin’ police should be on their case, not killing blacks.
Jimmy Garcia: GRAVE?!
The camera lens finally crop Taylor Lorde standing in the center of the ring in her tight blue dress, and black high heels. Smiling at the camera, and raising the microphone near to her lips as she gets the cue from the production team to begin the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship!
The opening guitar solo of “I’m Not Like Everybody Else” by The Kinks is the first entrance music to play around the Wells Fargo Arena. Alex Richards steps out from the back, and onto the stage holding the black doctor’s bag in his right hand, and the boot in his left. Standing tall with his bald head exposed, in his orange shirt, pair of black jeans, and his black boots.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Lights in the arena remain the same but also Alex finishes the drink of Zim-Quilla before tossing the boot into the crowd. He marches forward down the entrance path, holding that black bag up high with fans cheering him as loud as they can.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from any place that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quilla! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 345 pounds. He is “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” Alex Richards!
Alex walks around the ring, and drops the black bag near the steel post next to the steel steps. He climbs up to the apron, and holds onto the top rope to lean closer while raising his right arm in the air. Quickly entering into the ring; standing right in his corner preparing for his opponent.
Gravedigger: Well since this fuckin’ match that makes no sense is going down. Let’s go to the reminder that Alex beat Andre Holmes before, and has the best momentum than he has. Experience over Relentless any day.
Jimmy Garcia: True. Alex Richards, and Andre Holmes has faced each other before in an exciting match that was determined match of the week but Alex came on top even though Erin Fausse intervened to cost Andre the match.
Gravedigger: Yeah. Erin who has a lisp from the woman beater. Alex. Kick his ass!
Alex is already preparing, and warming up in his corner. Nodding his head to the crowd chanting “Zim-Quilla.” The lights quickly shut off once the guitar riff of “Relentless” by New Years Day starts playing; grey video clips of Andre Holmes training backstage pop up on the twin titantrons. Finally, the song officially begins with the lights flashing, and flickering around the arena where Andre Holmes walks out.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!
Black leather hoodie over his head; only face shown as he’s dressed in his black wrestling tights with his last name graphically designed on the back, and the back of his hoodie. Black, and red wrestling boots, black knee pads, and the signature arm sleeve from his elbow to wrist on his right arm with his MMA Gloves on.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
His entrance music pauses for a moment until the lyrics are heard. “Tear me down, it won’t build you up..”. Everything is bright again, and Andre goes into a power stance while the stage emits smoke rising in a single line. He walks forward taking off his hoodie, and then sprinting down the entrance path like a madman. Hopping up onto the apron, and then standing on the middle rope outside the ring. Smoke rising above him, and the lights shut off for that foggy silhouette on display.
Jimmy Garcia: One of the most respected, and well diverse competitors in the ring who is the underdog in this match. “Relentless” Andre Holmes is here in Desmond, Iowa.
Gravedigger: Oh wow, I am so excited! The fuckin’ woman abuser, killer, and also general asshole is here to lose another opportunity. Wooo! Let’s do this!
He hops over the top rope, and into his corner when the music fades. Alex, and Andre are both warmed up, and prepared to go into his match like crazy. With Taylor Lorde out of the ring, the referee signals for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Before the two can even start to walk, the crowd starts booing like hell when Howard Black walks down from the back to the ring with the UCI World Heavyweight Championship over his right shoulder.
Jimmy Garcia: Wait. What is Howard Black doing out here?!
Alex, and Andre remain in their corners still, watching Howard move around the ring without even paying them any mind. He sits down beside Gravedigger at the commentary table, and has the headset on.
Gravedigger: Aye! My boy Howie’ in the mix with us tonight. Jimmy, be on your best behavior. We got the UCI World Champion in our midst.
Although Howard is just watching, the two competitors start dancing around the ring. Both circling in their own pace. Andre has the size, and power disadvantage but Alex knows better than to rely on that only. He moves forward into Andre who swerves out of his reach, and keeps that footwork coming.
Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX! ANDRE HOLMES! LET’S GO ALEX! ANDRE HOLMES!
Finally, the two come into the center of the ring but Andre starts unloading with leg kicks down into the right thigh of Alex whose suffering hard from the shoots. He just keeps unloading, and striking him in that targeted limb until Alex manages to grab onto his body, and toss his body across the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre was firing leg kicks like Jose Aldo but Alex grabbed him, and just threw him like a frisbee. Now he’s up in the corner, and Alex is closing in!
Gravedigger: Andre pancake incoming!
Alex quickly cuts Andre off in the corner, and removes any chance of escape. He just lights his chest red with back to back knife edge chops with each impact being heard around the arena. Andre is flailing his body back until and elbow knocks him down onto his ass in the corner.
Crowd: OOOH!
Adding insult to injury; Alex put his foot on his opponent’s throat, and presses his head deeper down on the bottom turnbuckle. Cutting off anymore air Andre would receive but the referee started the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
He backed off with his hands in the air, telling the referee it’s all good. Alex continued on his dominating pace, and helped Andre back to his feet before launching him into the ropes. Off the rebound, he quickly presses his hands into Andre’s waist while bent over to throw him up, and over with a Back Body Drop!
Gravedigger: You see the power by Alex? Good night Holmes! Bye you midget fuck. Howard, what did you think of that?
Howard Black: …
Off the impact, Andre sat up with the pain written all over his face. Alex dropped him flat on his back again, and hooked his right leg up for the first pin attempt of the match.
One!
He kicks out, and Alex is not surprised. Changing the pace is a smart tactic, and he produces a Side Headlock around Andre’s throat. Putting pressure by using his larger size as extra torque. His opponent however is locked in the center of the ring but still refuses to submit even though the pain is crazy.
Jimmy Garcia: Side Headlock applied by Alex Richards, and Andre has nowhere to go. We talked about the weight disadvantage for him but Alex is also a versatile fighter so it will be interesting to see how Andre will get himself out.
And so he does. Andre quickly reels his legs around the throat of Alex, and manages to pull him on his side while choking him out in a Scissors Choke. Twisting on his right side, squeezing his thighs around the neck of Alex. Unfortunately, Alex quickly broke it off. Exerting his power to get right back up along with Andre.
Howard Black: …
Gravedigger: Still nothin’ to say. Well, the World Champion, Howard Black, studying his competition, and watching closely. I know my boy gon’ kick ass no matter who’s is it.
Both men are back on their feet. Andre is firing elbows right into the ribs of Alex, and quickly ducks under and attempted clothesline. He counters with a back spinning kick into the ribs, hunching Alex over temporarily. That gives him the window to run at the ropes at the side, and rebound to basement dropkick Alex in the side of his head.
Crowd: WOOOOOO!
Alex collapses down onto his back, and Andre is back on his feet. Stomping away down on his chest before mounting his opponent, and bashing his forehead in with multiple right elbows.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes has floored Alex Richards down with a Basement Dropkick, and is now dropping elbows down on his head in that mount position. Work of and MMA fighter of course.
Gravedigger: If he ain’t Pride, he ain’t shit. 12 to 6 elbow rule Andre!
Alex shoves him off. Andre rolls over back to his feet, and quickly comes into the presence of Alex who is up on his right knee receiving multiple elbows down on his head. The barrage leaves him stunned until he runs back into the ropes, and rebounds to deliver a dropkick that pushes Alex back into the ropes. One more time he repeats the same action until Alex bends down, and launches him over the top rope but Andre lands on his feet before leaping sideways to kick him in the head with a Gamengiri.
Crowd: OOOOOOH!
The sting of the impact is heard, and Alex walks forward to create some distance. Andre tugs both hands tight around the top rope before leaping onto it, and springboarding over to be caught on Alex’s shoulders. His body is pressed upwards until he is dropped across the knee of Alex gut first.
Gravedigger: DAMN! Alex Richards just folded the midget in half.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre Holmes attempted a springboard attack but got caught on the shoulders of Alex who nailed him with a Press Gutbuster. That’s going to take the oxygen out of your opponent for days.
Another pin attempt is made. Alex leaning across the chest of his opponent, and raising his right leg for the referee to count.
One!
Tw-
Andre kicks out yet again, and Alex gets back on his feet. Dragging his opponent by the head to the ropes, and standing him on his knees. Throat placed against the top rope, and pushing his knee behind his head to choke him as the referee begins the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Knee off his back, and Andre can finally recover. He rolls out of the ring, and drops to the ringside mat in front of the announce table. Alex follows him outside the ring, the referee has no choice to begin the count again.
One!
Two!
While Alex leaves the ring, Howard leans forward for a better view. Andre stands on his knees, and Alex slams his face on the edge of the announce table while eyeing Howard down who doesn’t budge.
Three!
Four!
Jimmy Garcia: Oh. Alex giving you the eyes Howard. Any response?
Howard Black: …
Five!
Six!
Alex picks Andre up again, and tries to launch him into the barricade. Instead, he has different plans. He hops up onto the barricade, and springboards back into a Moonsault that drops Alex down on his back as he lands on his feet.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!
Seven!
Eight!
Both men are back in the ring. Andre managed to drag his large weight into the ring, and Howard Black leans back comfortably in the chair with his arms folded. The pace of the match changes with Andre quickly running to Alex who is on his feet, and dropkicks him into the corner again.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!
Rolling backwards, he gets back up in the opposing corner. Both hands locked onto each side of the top rope, and measuring him up. Andre charges out from the corner, and lariats Alex in the chest that barely sits him down until running back into the opposing corner. Hitting his back off the turnbuckles, he rebounds to dig his right knee into the nose.
Jimmy Garcia: Trapped in the Corner! One of the famous trademark moves of Andre Holmes that is a corner lariat found by a running corner knee. Alex could be out cold from that move.
Andre drags Alex right out of the corner to the center of the ring on his back. Releasing his legs, he stands off to his right side with his back facing his downed body. Before you know it, he leaps off the canvas, and flips backwards to land a Standing Moonsault across his stomach before hooking the leg.
One!
Two!
Alex shoves him off, and rolls on his right side. Andre sits up on the canvas, and is contemplating what to do. So, why not use the top rope? He rolls under the bottom rope, and onto the apron. Standing back up on his feet, and climbing the turnbuckles all the way to perch on the top rope.
Gravedigger: Okay so Andre can do flips. Big deal. Flips, and tricks can only get you so far but winning matches is what makes you a World Champion. Andre doesn’t know that.
Howard Black: Something we can agree on.
Gravedigger: He talks!
While Andre is getting his balance, Alex quickly gets up. He blindsides Andre with a running elbow strike into the side of his head that sits him on the top rope. Alex then climbs onto the middle rope, and slips Andre’s head under his pit with his right arm over his neck.
Jimmy Garcia: Alex Richards blindsided him with and elbow after receiving a Standing Moonsault. This could look bad for Andre, a Superplex is in order!
Alex stands up on the middle rope at full height but Andre manages to fire more elbows into the chest of Alex. The hold loosens, and he drops onto the mat under him until flipping backwards into the air to Pele Kick Alex down his back that leans him forward on the top rope.
Crowd: OOOOOOOH!
The opportunity has presented itself. Andre quickly throws Alex upside down in a tree of woe, and then climbs up onto the top rope again. This time, he leaps up until Ghetto stomping his boots into the chest of his opponent that flips him over down onto his side on the canvas.
Jimmy Garcia: Ghetto Stomp to Alex Richards caught in the Tree of Woe. Both men down on the canvas. Andre Holmes with and amazing counter of the Pele Kick followed by that Ghetto Stomp. Here is the pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Alex kicks out yet again, and Andre sits up clutching his hair in the palm of his hands. Arguing with the referee that it should have been a three. This match is really on fire as both men want to become World Champion. Howard watches the match closely as it gets into that nitrous mode.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Sure that lost shot might have rocked him but when Alex tried to get up. Andre was ready to unleash hell. More roundhouse kicks were being thrown into the chest of Alex with the crowd chanting “YES, YES, YES.” on each hit. Arms flailing back until the last kick was thrown. That moment, Andre stepped until moving backwards with the final kick that was caught in his Alex’s right arm.
Gravedigger: Uh-oh! You don’ did it now Andre!
He spins his opponent around, and then Andre flips in the air after getting nailed in the chest with a powerful short arm clothesline. Andre lands down on his chest, and rolls back, and forth in agony. Finally, his body is pushed over but no pin attempt this time. Alex decides to stand upright with his ankles locked in for a High-Angled Boston Crab!
Jimmy Garcia: That sickening lariat turned him inside out. Now the Boston Crab is locked in, and look at the angle. Andre is standing on top of his own throat, the human spine was not meant to be bent like that.
Gravedigger: Even I think that’s disgusting. Do we have medical insurance? Just in case Andre rips his off.
Referee is looking very carefully at the submission in play. Andre Holmes completely on the verge of tapping out but he refuses. Pain coursing down his entire body as Alex leans closer using his weight. He’s clearly in a bad position but Howard is smirking at the spectacle of his potential contenders going at it.
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Instead, Andre pushes up on his hands. Lifting his upper body off the mat until using his flexibility to roll himself on his shoulders, and lift his upper body from off the mat onto the chest of Alex before locking him in a Guillotine Choke. Moving his legs from out of his pits around his waist, and locking it in perfectly under the throat. Body leaned back for extra torque.
Gravedigger: Woah! That training in the physical aspect has paid off! Didn’t know the midgets could do something like that.
Jimmy Garcia: Talk about technical wrestling. Andre managed to use his body as a rolling taffy to pull himself up, and lock in the Guillotine Choke. Alex is dropping down to his right knee, we may have a technical submission in play.
They’re right. Alex is down on his right knee as Andre leans back to pull harder on the choke. He then falls to both knees, and the referee might call the match until Alex clasps his arms around the back of his opponent. Getting back up with his weight until squashing him into the corner turnbuckles then twisting down to the mat with a Twisting Spinebuster.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Both men are now down on the canvas. Lying beside each other with heavy breaths of fatigue. Since neither competitor is responding, the referee has to begin the count that could end the match in a draw.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Jimmy Garcia: Both men down on the mat. The Twisting Spinebuster that laid everything to rest but I fear you might have to enter a Triple Threat match. Is this it for Andre Holmes, and Alex Richards?!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Alex, and Andre fights against the odds. The two outstanding competitor battle against the fatigue on their bodies, and can barely stand up. Alex fires back with a slap into his chest that leaves the crowd in awe, and even has his opponent bending down. Andre asks for one more, and receives it that he falls to his knees.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!
Andre springs up with a boxing combination right into the chin that leaves Alex stunned until spinning around for another back kick. Unfortunately, his right leg was caught, and got spun around but thankfully, Andre had enough velocity to nail a Tornado Kick into the temple of Alex.
Gravedigger: JESUS!
Jimmy Garcia: Tornado Kick right into the temple of Alex Richards that has stunned him, and now he’s out of the ring. Be careful Alex. INCOMING ANDRE!
Andre runs into the ropes behind him, and rebounds to the ropes in front of Alex. Diving through the middle, and bottom rope to spear his chest in. Both men on the ground again on the ringside mat.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jimmy Garcia: Heat Seeking Missile by the “Relentless” Andre Holmes. He’s on fire right now, and is tossing Alex back into the corner. I think we’re going to see the Deadline Trap today!
Alex stands up in the corner to meet Andre who charges at him. Luckily Alex knew it was coming, and instead swiped his leg away to spin his back into his arms. Hugging him tightly before German Suplexing him into the top turnbuckle.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: German Suplex to the top turnbuckle!
Andre walks forward in a zombie brain dead stance until getting dropped on the back of his head from a Samoan Spike into his throat.
Gravedigger: SPIKED SAMOAN PUNCH! IT’S OVER NAH’, HE GON’. PIN HIM ALEX! DO IT!
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Thre-
Andre kicked out before the hand touched the mat, and Alex sit up holding his bald head in shock. He couldn’t believe Andre managed to kick out of one his most dangerous moves. Up in anger, he helps Andre up, and fires multiple rounds of chops into his chest.
Howard Black: Now this is getting good.
Jimmy Garcia: You can say that again. Andre Holmes managed to kick out of the Spiked Samoan Punch. I thought for sure this would end the match but now Alex is ready to end it himself.
Alex quickly finishes it with another chop onto the chest. He runs into the ropes behind him, and back into his opponent to receive a Rolling Elbow into the chin. Andre goes for another one but Alex fires back with a Superkick that almost puts him in half.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Gravedigger: SUPERKICK! OH NO! FUCK OFF HOLMES!
When Alex turns his back for the same rope run again, Andre holds onto his jeans before leaping upwards to flip back with his legs around his neck. Using the momentum to flip back over onto his neck with a Reverse Frankensteiner!
Gravedigger: REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER!
Alex somehow managed to roll backwards off the momentum of the impact, and get back into the position of the corner. Therefore, Andre wastes no time, and uppercuts his right foot into his chin with a brutal Yakuza Kick in the corner.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Jimmy Garcia: YAKUZA KICK! WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE PHOENIX SPLASH! THIS MATCH IS SO FAST PACED, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
After collapsing down to the mat in the center of the ring, Andre slowly climbs up to the top rope. He leaps backwards into the air corkscrewing into a 450 splash until landing on his feet due to Alex rolling out of the way. The mistake made, and Andre charges back until Alex presses his hands into his chest. Popping him in the air until catching him in a Powerbomb position to lung blow his knees into his back.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jimmy Garcia: IT’S THE SAME MOVE THAT ENDED THE FIRST MATCH! THE POP-UP SANITY SLIP! HERE COMES THE COVER, COULD THIS BE IT?!
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Ding Ding Ding!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!
Alex, and Andre are both down on the canva again with the referee checking on each competitor. They are breathing, and exhausted from so much fatigue, and energy exertion. However, both men are a-okay but they need help on either to stand.
Gravedigger: I told you doe! I told you. Alex Richards would end the little momentum of the midget underdog, and take his place as rightful number one contender. Right Howa- where’d he go?
Both men are back on their feet via the help of the referee. Andre who places his arm around the referee’s neck, and Alex who can barely stand on his own. Although the two had harsh words for each other, they are still competitors who respect one another. So Andre, and Alex shakes hands.
Crowd: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU--
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, and the number one contender-
Until Howard Black slides into the ring with the World Title. He gets on his feet, and clocks Andre in the back of his head that drops him into the canvas knocked out.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: YES HOWARD! YES!
Alex watches his former opponent get dropped from behind. He tries to knock Howie down with a clothesline but the shot missed as he ducked, and Howard knocks him in the temple with the championship belt. Both men dropped, and knocked out in awe.
Jimmy Garcia: Are you kidding me?! Really Howard? Really?
Gravedigger: Shut up boy! He’s just sending both of them a message. The real champ is here!
Howard fixes his hair, and looks at both men down on the mat. He says nothing, and turns around only to receive a Yakuza Kick from David Sanchez who came out of here. Howard’s head snaps back, and collapses to the floor nearly unconscious from the impact.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gravedigger: WHAT THE HELL IS SANCHEZ DOING? YOU CAN’T YAKUZA KICK OUR BELOVED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Sanchez walks over to the UCI World Heavyweight Championship belt dropped on the canvas. He takes the strap in his right hand, and stands center ring raising the prize high.
Jimmy Garcia: Next week on Overload, answers will be given. Alex Richards defeated Andre Holmes to become the number one contender but David Sanchez has had the last laugh. We’ll see you next week on Sunday Night Overload for answers. |
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