(1/30/17) Watch The Throne Dec 17, 2020 1:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Dec 17, 2020 1:32:05 GMT -5
Chicago, Illinois is proud to welcome back where it all started. United Championship Infinite has returned to the original UCI Warehouse for their first PPV of 2017: Watch The Throne. The cameras shows the entire crowd going wild as the introduction for the PPV has been played on the big screen. The cameras now show Gravedigger and Jimmy Garcia seated behind the table.
Jimmy Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Watch The Throne! Tonight is the very night we crown our inaugural Watch The Throne Tournament winner between Alex Richards and Stevie Corah! We also have Kevin Bishop defending the UCI World Heavyweight Championship against fellow Brotherhood member, Dion Necurat!
Gravedigger: Also! Casey Holliday defends the UCI Rising Stars Championship against John Ojeda, Teo Del Sol puts his title on the line against Demarcus Jordan and Bonnie Blue has her Intercontinental Championship up against Mikey Carson!
Saint Remi: Did somebody say Bonnie Blue?!
The cameras now show Saint Remi sitting in the third commentary table chair putting on a headset.
Jimmy Garcia: Ugh, Saint Remi, this is the commentary table.
Saint Remi: So?
Jimmy Garcia: …
Gravedigger: Hold up, we need to head to backstage!
The camera comes on backstage and FPV is standing outside of The UCI World Heavyweight Champion’s locker room and the plaque reads The Plague Kevin Bishop. Frank knocks on the door and the opens to a bruised and battered looking Sean Craven holding his face.
Sean Craven: “Oh hey Franky, Bishop is just about finished getting his gear on, come on in.”
Frank walks into the locker room with his microphone in hand and his camera man walking behind him. Sean points to the camera guy and actually laughs a bit.
Sean Craven: “Hey, it’s Wayne, Fat Fuck Carl’s camera guy, how’d you get him on board, Franky?”
FPV: “Ah man, believe it or not, FFC owed ME a favor… I let him do a story on my People’s Choice Coffee shop… I guess our UCI/WCF fans loved every bit of it, so he thinks his business is about to truly pick up now.”
Out of the shower room walks Kevin in his a pair of red and black trunks with black knee pads and black kicking pads/boots. He has his hair slicked back with water and his beard combed downward. He walks up to FPV and extends his hand.
Kevin Bishop: “Franky, my brother, glad you got a chance to stop by. I’m guessing good news from the follow up visit with the doc?”
FPV: “Yeah, I found out a bit more about why Dr. Joe had issues about Sanch… All that shit with Gem’s death and all… But I’m not here for that.”
Kevin invites Frank in to the leather recliners set up in the corner with the 55” Vizio television and XBOX ONE, that has UCI 17’s main screen playing.
FPV: “Oh wow, you got the new game playing… Damn you got the main screen update already? The one with you, Andre, and Bonnie lined up. That’s bad ass man.”
Kevin Bishop: “I know right? So I see the camera and I see your microphone… I’m guessing this is you playing the modern day renaissance man with your talents… You’re here to interview me, eh?”
Frank takes a seat in one of the leather chairs and he points Wayne over toward the TV to get both chairs in camera view. Kevin takes a seat in the other chair and he looks over to Frank.
FPV: “I mean… If you don’t mind that is…”
Kevin cracks his knuckles and sits back in his chair. He looks to Sean and Sean grabs his world title off the locker room bench, then brings it to him.
Kevin Bishop: “Ah, yeah that’s better… I’m all for an interview, brother.”
FPV points to the camera to make sure they’re rolling and he looks to Bishop with the microphone resting in front of him.
FPV: “Plague, I know you’ve been dealing with a lot with your personal life and some of our fans may know, but they’re also wondering… Where have you been, man? Bonnie Blue said it true, when she claimed a champion should be here and be talking to the fans, but you’ve chosen to stay quiet for the most part… That same feeling seeps off of Shadowlove like the terrible designer cologne he wears… What do you have to say to your fans and to your peers who doubt you as champion?”
Kevin looks down his world title and then looks to Frank.
Kevin Bishop: “17 years…”
Frank cocks his head to the side.
FPV: “17 years?”
Kevin smiles a tad bit.
Kevin Bishop: “That’s how long I traveled the path to get here… The path that was filled with demons, monsters, vices, and villains of all different kinds… The torment I had to endure and the pains I had to push through… Every single day I put my body on the line for the sake of claiming this…”
Kevin pats the world title on his lap.
Kevin Bishop: “Was a day that was seared into my very being… I bled, I cried, and I sweat for this industry… The moment I pinned Alex Richards, those tears came back to me and I felt a rush that I have never felt before… Should I have been here every week after I claimed my title? Yes, I should have, but sadly a familiar demon reared its evil head and I had to deal with it…”
FPV: “So you’ve dealt with it then?”
Kevin lowers his head a bit before meeting Frank’s eyes again.
“Kevin Bishop: “I wish it was that easy… At this point in time, I have learned to focus… Focus on the things I can control and the things I can do the most good for myself… Does that make me a bad person? Maybe, but it’s a sacrifice I’m going to make to continue this path I have worked too damn hard to get onto… I apologize to each and everyone that I was so easily swayed away from my personal demons… I look around UCI, to all the fans, to all my fellow wrestlers, to the production guys, to the commentators, to the ring guys, to the bell guy, to the announcers, to the seamstresses, and to the management staff… And you know what I see, Franky?”
Frank shrugs a bit.
FPV: “A bunch of great people?”
Kevin nods a long.
Kevin Bishop: “That, but it’s also so much more… I came here for the competition and in doing so I have found some of the toughest opponents in the entire wrestling industry… UCI is growing and I think looking at how Infinity alone is shaping up, we will be pleasantly surprised to see the numbers our roster is going to offer…”
Frank jumps back into the conversation.
FPV: “You speak of competition… But what about your naysayers who claim you chose Dion to fight, because you didn’t want your first title defense to be against UCI’s amazing talent?”
Kevin Bishop: “Why would I be afraid of UCI’s talent? If I was so afraid why would I jump to the chance to come here in the open challenge of the Killing Floor qualifier? Why did I defeat the self proclaimed ‘Face of UCI’, the repeat machine himself, Shadowlove in my first match with the company?”
Frank nods in agreement.
Kevin Bishop: “This story between Dion and myself is deeper than just some student versus teacher match… I literally just handed Dion The Brotherhood for the time being… I helped him get to where he is, even if he won’t admit it… This match is about his chance to prove that he is indeed the warrior that he claims to be… He is going to look to dethrone me and if he succeeds… Well he proves that he is indeed the leader The Brotherhood needs…”
FPV scratches his head.
FPV: “But The Brotherhood is your brainchild… I don’t see Dion as a man who wants to take everything from you… I mean he’s not some of the other guys you have faced who demand you to put the Hood on the line in your matches…”
Kevin slightly laughs.
Kevin Bishop: “Or those who put themselves on the line to become a member if they lose, am I right?”
Frank rolls his eyes.
FPV: “Yeah, yeah, but I think you and I have come a long way since that God awful scaffolding match…”
Frank rubs the back of his head.
FPV: “When it’s cold outside, I still feel that pain from the tables in the back of my head… Stupid Exploder suplex…”
Kevin pats Frank on the shoulder.
Kevin Bishop: “It’s all good, Frank… Our issues all under the bridge, right?”
Frank simply nods.
FPV: “Indeed brother, indeed… So is there anything else you want the fans to know?”
Kevin Bishop rubs on his beard for a second, before talking.
Kevin Bishop: “I am making a promise, right here and right now… I am YOUR World champion and no matter what personal things that are going on, from this point on I WILL NOT stay under the radar. You want me here with you every week, every day, and every waking moment… You have ME… You want my admiration, you have it… UCI is my domain… And as we look to see who wins their shot against me for my title and my THRONE… I will be waiting to walk out there and congratulate them personally myself… Because I came to UCI for competition and I look forward to proving the journey to be a bountiful one…”
Frank smiles to the camera and gives a thumbs up.
FPV: “Thank you, Plague and I wish you all the luck against Dion tonight.”
Kevin Bishop: “May the best man win, brother… May the best man win…”
FPV does the cut notion to the camera and Wayne kills it.
Big F’n Tag Team Deathmatch
Barbed Wire Bastards vs Petrov/Bad News Brawler
We cut to ringside where fans carry on loud cheers that bounce off the metal sides of the packed UCI Warehouse. Petrov and Bad News Brawler are already in the ring waiting their opponents.
Jimmy Garcia: Unusual, but fitting pairing here!
Gravedigger: I feel like I should be smashed to watch this properly.
Barbed Wire Bastards come out with flaming kendo sticks and the crowd cheers. They slide into the ring and drink beers before throwing up double middle fingers as Eric crotch chops. Fire bursts from the ring poles and the crowd throws up the metal horns cuz its fucking badass.
Jimmy Garcia: Deathmatch action kicking off what could be the biggest PPV in UCI yet?!
Gravedigger: Hell yeah!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like Stevie and Brawler will kick this one off!
Gravedigger: Clothesline from Brawler!
Jimmy Garcia: Immediate offense from Bad News here!
Gravedigger: Another big one from Brawler!
The crowd boos and pops at the same time, because they can’t decide whether they want to love or hate the men in the ring, except the women who want to fuck them all cause they’re awesome.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag to Petrov!
Gravedigger: Uh oh..here comes trouble!
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the gut from Stevie!
Gravedigger: SINNER’S SOLUTION!
Jimmy Garcia: This soon?!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winners of this match, Barbed Wire Bastards!
Gravedigger: Best. Deathmatch. Ever.
Jimmy Garcia: The only thing that’s died is my passion.
Triple Threat Match
Ray Burnett vs Karlie Nash vs Vincenzo Armand
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down and stretches in her corner.
Jimmy Garcia: With the first PPV of the year, you know Karlie Nash is looking kick this one off right!
Gravedigger: Aren’t they all, Jimmy? New Year’s resolutions are for plebs!
Vincenzo Armand emerges from the entrance and walks a steady pace to the ring as the crowd goes silent. With eyes set straight ahead, his attention never wavers or veers to the audience and he shows no sign of emotion, during his journey to the ring. Removing his coat and sunglasses, he places them neatly near the side of the ring and climbs the steel steps. Upon which, he then enters the squared circle and takes his position; leaning his back against the turnbuckle with his arms casually draped over the ropes, where he awaits his opponents arrival.
Jimmy Garcia: Don’t let the record fool you with Armand, either. Dude is legit as they come!
Gravedigger: Definitely. This is a bad, bad man!
Slowly emerging from behind purple smoke with a cup full of lean, the Annihilator paces towards the ring, and stops at it. He takes one last sip, then hands it off to one of his fans.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s another one to watch out for!
Gravedigger: Burnett has been on a roll and a third straight win and remaining undefeated in UCI would cap off a hell of a January for this man!
The three pace around each other like a trio of feuding vultures covered in suits made of rotting roadkill.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: There goes Nash, striking away at Burnett!
Karlie forces Ray back towards a corner, but is interrupted by Armand.
Gravedigger: Armand in on things now, some punches to the jaw of Nash here.
Nash appears to stagger, but is saved as Ray comes right back into things with his own offense.
Jimmy Garcia: Here’s Ray now after Armand with the strikes!
With a few kicks and some stiff rights and lefts, Armand is pounded into a sitting position against the corner by Burnett.
Gravedigger: Watch out for Karlie Nash!
Nash charges forward, swinging a leg out to try to knock Burnett off his feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Burnett avoiding danger here!
Gravedigger: Stiff kick connecting with Armand though!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash pulling him into the cover!
Gravedigger: Quickly broken up by Burnett!
Jimmy Garcia: The triple threat element is alive and well here!
Ray brings Nash to her feet, stepping back a bit before smashing an extended forearm into Karlie’s grill.
Ray locks his arm under Karlie’s chin from the sitting position as he takes a knee, but is caught off guard with enemy number two from behind.
Jimmy Garcia: Low dropkick from Vincenzo to Ray!
Gravedigger: Cover here from Armand.
Jimmy Garcia: Quick pin attempts in this match!
Gravedigger: This is the sort of matchup where that really is the best strategy. You don’t have to just beat one of your opponents, you have to make sure that the other isn’t able to ruin the plan and break the pin attempt.
On his feet now, Vincenzo stomps at both Karlie and Ray before heading to a corner and yanking at the turnbuckle pad, forcing it loose as he loosens the knot and allows the covering to drop.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking to do some damage to the competition here!
Gravedigger: Look out for Karlie Nash!
Jimmy Garcia: Dropkick from behind!
Gravedigger: Karlie Nash just drop Armand face first into that exposed turnbuckle!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash with the cover!
Jimmy Garcia: Nash thrown off by Burnett!
Gravedigger: Burnett going for the cover himself!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Burnett taking hold of the opportunity in this one!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Ray Burnett!
Gravedigger: It doesn’t matter how he did it. The important part is, Burnett is three and zero in UCI!
John Ojeda Segment
The camera comes on backstage with a shot of Gwen Gates and John Ojeda standing outside of their dressing room. As the camera crew approaches, Gwen takes notice and taps John on the shoulder. John looks at them and grunts as he sees them.
John Ojeda: Gwen, get out of here.
Gwen Gates: But Joh…
John Ojeda: Come on, go. Please.
Gwen Gates: Why can’t I be here?
John Ojeda: Just do it.
Gwen Gates: You owe me.
John Ojeda: I always do…
Gwen gives a bit of a huff and walks away from John, leaving John alone with the camera crew. He watches Gwen walk away for a moment, clearly checking out her ass as she goes. John slowly turns and looks at the cameras with an evil grin on his face. He takes a step closer and pushes his hair away from his forehead. John’ gets really close to the cameras and shows that his forehead is a zig zagged mess of scars and gig marks.
John Ojeda: You see that? Garbage right, Casey? You see, the scars on my head tell a story. They tell a story about a man willing to give anything and everything to make this wrestling shit work. Once upon a time, every great man in this business had a forehead that looks like mine. Once upon a time, our guest GM from a few weeks ago, was hit with so many different weapons it was unbelievable. The greatest of all time wore the crimson mask… more than I ever have. He wore it on a damn near nightly basis for a long time. But you dare look down your nose at a man that’s honored the traditions of this business, while you were still in your fucking nappies pissing your pants at Sunday school.
John scoffs and spits disdainfully on the ground.
John Ojeda: See, the one thing that your dumb airhead ass seemed to miss is the fact that I haven’t even started to turn the heat on things up yet. Week one… no blood. Week two… no blood. Week three… no blood. Week four… no blood. Week five… still no blood. Little lady, did you think that just because I’ve got a pocket full of sharp shit to poke you with that I didn’t learn how to wrestle? If you didn’t notice… I’ve done plenty of that since I’ve walked in the door at UCI… and I’ve been quite successful. See, this is where your gaps in logic come in to me sweetheart.
John laughs and shakes his head.
John Ojeda: You quite clearly said that you lack the experience that I have. So you’re probably not seeing the falsehoods in the premise that I’m just some garbage wrestler. I’ve been to the top of this industry. I’ve held more world and mid range titles than I can care to remember. I’m in three companies hall of fame.. and I did all of that shit while you were still trying to figure out which boy was taking you to prom and which three of them were going to treat you like a god damn donut and glaze you from head to toe. This shit and your tired and boring cliches aren’t going to get you anywhere with me little girl.
John takes a step back and shakes his head, cracking his knuckles as he does.
John Ojeda: But you got one thing right… I don’t give a fuck about those fans. I don’t give a fuck about being a good role model for the kids in the stands or even the other guys in the industry. Because if there is one thing I’m very well aware of… it’s who the fuck I am. I’m never going to be the guy that people want to love. I’m the man that people fear. I’m the man that makes people cringe when he walks into a room. And I’m perfectly content with that. I’m perfectly content with being the last god damn bastion of real fucking men in this god damn business. Unlike you… I didn’t come here to dumb down this shit and pussify what we do. I’m not here to play it safe or take the easy path. I’ve always done it my way… the concrete way. These people hate me… but its for all the right reasons. It’s not because I shy away from a fight. It’s not because I talk down to them like I’m better than them without ever having earned it. They know I’m better than them and they hate me even more because they know I’ve fucking earned it.
John laughs and shakes his head.
John Ojeda: So go on, Casey… take that rookie’s confidence into the ring with the vicious killer that came to tear your company apart. Because make no mistakes about it, I came to pillage and raid. I came to destroy everything I could. And I’ll start with burning your cardboard championship reign into ashes. I don’t have to run duck and hide to keep that title I’m taking from you… or to keep my heat. All I have to do is be me and they hate me. And you hate me too. And that’s perfectly okay. Because as I see it… you’re already the victim in my eyes. You’re already set for your greatest failure. Because if you think your psychological scars are all that bad… you’re as delusional as you are fucking stupid.
Ohhh boo hoo my daddy got hurt. Booo fucking hooo some other wrestlers in another company interfered in my matches and beat me up. That’s your scarring? That’s what your candy ass is whining about and justifying your whole fucking careers worth of ability on. Sucking dick somewhere else and not being able to handle your business. So you came running here hoping for easier competition? Well, guess what… you can take your squat ass on the door real quick. If you think the people in SCW were brutal, just wait until you step in there with me. Because I hit harder, break things quicker, and will cut you from ear to ear with a god damn smile on my face. And it’s not because I suck in the fucking ring as a wrestler… It’s because I’ve learned that it gets results real fast. And those results are to draw ratings and raise the profile of the company.
John laughs and rubs his hands together.
John Ojeda: And that’s what I do, little lady. I put asses in seats. And I’m going to put your ass, right back in it’s seat. Where it fucking belongs. Not flapping your god damn gums like you’re going to smack me around. No, your ass should be in the kitchen making us all a god damn pie. But since that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to have to settle for smacking you around and showing you your god damn place and where it actually belongs.
John rolls his eyes and shakes his head
John Ojeda: Bitches and their delusions of grandure I tell ya… so I’m going to toss you that beating that you so sorely need. That beating that shows you where your place in this world is. And it’s way down at the bottom of the pecking order. Not with the future of this company. And when I’m done beating your ass… you can go on and be a sweetheart and shake my hand and get me a beer.
John starts to walk away, but pauses.
John Ojeda: And remember… I like my beer, like I like my violence… Domestic.
John laughs, flips the cameras off, makes a cut throat symbol, and walks off. The cameras fade out.
UCI Rising Stars Championship
Casey Holliday © vs John Ojeda
Pistolvanyia Pt 2 By Vinnie Paz hits the PA as the sound of a Harley fills the arena. We see a bike burst out from the side of the stage as John Ojeda speeds down towards ringside, the motorcycle echoing as he does so. As the bike comes to a stop at ringside, Ojeda steps off, eyeing the crowd and entrance area before sliding into the ring and pacing back and forth in anticipation of the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Huge match here between two people who fit the description as well as any we’ve seen before them!
Gravedigger: We’re dealing with two future main eventers in this one!
The chorus of "Fashion" by Lady Gaga hits the PA system and Casey Holliday steps through the curtains, instantly drawing boos from the crowd. She scoffs at this and completely ignores them, as she starts to walk down the ramp, obviously confident in her self-proclaimed, prodigious abilities. She has a smirk on her face as she gets to the ring, obviously enjoying the hate she's getting from the fans. When she enters the ring, she finally acknowledges them with a 'hush' signal, which only serves to incite them to boo her louder. Casey has a laugh to herself at this, as she starts to focus on her match and the song fades.
Jimmy Garcia: Could we call this the best Rising Stars match in UCI?
Gravedigger: It hasn’t even started yet, Jimmy.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Well it has now!
Gravedigger: You’re right though. This has the potential to steal the show in a major way.
The two tie up, neither showing a hint of weakness in their first engagement as we see feet struggling back and forth to stay planted and a battle of control in the spirit of two fat people taking over Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating contest.
Jimmy Garcia: Ojeda dipping underneath, arms locked around the waist here!
The challenger lets out an early battle cry as the crowd boos loudly in his direction.
Gravedigger: Ojeda trying to lift her off the ground, but Holliday showing some resistance early on.
With Ojeda wrenching back on the torso, Holliday counters with her unrestrained arms, driving a couple of counter elbows into Ojeda’s own gut.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard shot there!
As the elbows connect, Holliday is dropped to her feet and the hold is released.
Gravedigger: Dropkick from Holliday and the cover!
As the ref’s hand hits the mat, the champion is launched off by the challenger in an impressive deadlift approach to kicking out.
Jimmy Garcia: That’s the kind of power you get from Ojeda, gonna be a hard one to stop here!
Gravedigger: He knows his advantages in this one and the biggest is that strength difference he has on the champion.
As the two pop back up, Holliday charges towards Ojeda, ducking a clothesline as she takes off across the ring and back towards the challenger.
Jimmy Garcia: BIG BOOT FROM OJEDA!
Gravedigger: Damn near took her head off there!
Jimmy Garcia: Early pinfall attempts here!
Ojeda shoots a wicked grin as he pushes up and runs his fingers through his hair with one hand, using the opposite one to yank Holliday up by her own mane.
Gravedigger: Ojeda playing the bully role here and I love it!
Jimmy Garcia: He’s a man possessed, Digger!
Holliday wobbles around on her feet as Ojeda hold his right fist back like a loaded slingshot, taking a few moments between each devastating haymaker.
Gravedigger: He’s looking to slug his way to a title I think.
Jimmy Garcia: Effective strategy and one we see so often in UCI, hit hard and hit often!
Ojeda loads up another haymaker, but Holliday managers to narrowly avoid it by ducking underneath.
Gravedigger: Hard chops to the chest from the champion!
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like she’s got plenty of fighting spirit left in her!
As Ojeda’s chest grows red and his stance grows uneven, Holliday pulls his arm towards her, trying to send the challenger into the ropes.
Gravedigger: Ojeda regaining stance here.
Holliday’s eyes grow wide as Ojeda pulls her into him.
Jimmy Garcia: Side effect from Ojeda!
Gravedigger: Leg hooked here.
Ojeda assumes a sitting position, searching for breath as he rubs at his chest which still shows signs of the repeated open hand impact from the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: It might not seem like Holliday’s done a lot to Ojeda so far, but the shots she has gotten in clearly are doing the trick!
Ojeda spins around and rises up, quickly composing himself as he jets across the ring before heading for a knee to face collision with a now stirring Holliday.
Gravedigger: Can the knee connect?!
Jimmy Garcia: Holliday barely dodging that, catching the leg from behind!
Holliday exhales deeply as the two turn to face each other, both on their knees.
Gravedigger: Great determination and resilience from both competitors!
Jimmy Garcia: That determination showing itself again here, hard shots being traded back and forth!
Different sections of the crowd trade “boo’s” and “woo’s” as Holliday and Ojeda take turns clobbering each other in the face like abusive father figures.
Gravedigger: These two still trying to take this fight back to the stand up game.
Jimmy Garcia: This is a fight, plain and simple!
With both competitors up, Ojeda rears his fist back again.
Gravedigger: Stiffest Right in the Biz coming up perhaps?
Jimmy Garcia: Not quite, hard knee to the gut from the champion!
Ojeda doubles over, the wind shooting out of him slightly as the champion springs off the ropes.
Gravedigger: Springboard from Holliday here.
Jimmy Garcia: Going for the reverse elbow smash!
As Holliday goes flying back through the air, Ojeda wises up to the oncoming assault driving his arm forward.
Gravedigger: Clubbing forearm to the back of the head!
Jimmy Garcia: That one hurt her badly!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Gravedigger: That’s a death blow to most!
Jimmy Garcia: Will it be for Casey Holliday?!
Gravedigger: Holliday flips it!
Jimmy Garcia: Ojeda back on top!
Gravedigger: Holliday sliding out from underneath!
Jimmy Garcia: Whipping right back behind, Holliday rolling through!
The two look exhausted as Holliday struggles, but manages to get to her feet first. The crowd cheers as she looks towards the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Looking to ascend here!
With Holliday managing to inch her way up and gain balance up top, Ojeda stumbles to his own feet, turning into a flying champion.
Gravedigger: Flying crossbody from Holliday!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Catch by Ojeda!
Holliday flails about, but Ojeda manages an adrenaline fueled burst of strength, throwing Holliday into position on his shoulders.
Gravedigger: Viking Sledgehammer on the way!
As Ojeda flips Holliday to her impending doom, the champ manages to catch enough momentum to grab the head of the challenger.
Jimmy Garcia: STOCK PLUNGE!
Jimmy Garcia: Casey Holliday pulling that corkscrew neckbreaker off from a seemingly impossible position!
Gravedigger: She throws the arm over Ojeda!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Speechless. What a display from these two!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and stttiiiilll the UCI Rising Stars Champion, Casey Holliday!!
Casey sloppily pushes up, having her hand raised and the belt handed to her as she celebrates the hard fought victory in a daze.
Gravedigger: Great showing by Ojeda! If anything’s for certain, it’s that these two ARE the future and that future is now!
Tag Team Match
Cordelia Malice/Gwen Gates vs Albion Enigma/Bolas de Arena
Return to Innocence by Enigma starts playing on the background, as out of the entrance runs Albion Enigma. He stays in front of the crowd and falls on his knees, putting his hands first on the floor and then raising them up with his fists clutched. He then jumps up on his feet and gets to the ring, as he falls on his knees on the middle of the ring and lets the cheers of the crowd fill him.
Jimmy Garcia: Big tag match here at Watch the Throne between four must see stars!
Gravedigger: This is a big money match early on in the card.
Jimmy Garcia: Big money matches is definitely the theme this week, Digger!
"Smooth Criminal" starts and the crowd goes wild as the World’s Favorite Jackass comes out to a roar. He raises his hands in the air, does a double fist pump and runs to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He practically slides to the middle, striking a sexy "I'm on a bear skin rug" pose, before bouncing up and climbing a turnbuckle to the roar of his fans. He walks to the ref, shakes his hand, sticks some Monopoly money in his hand and walks away, the mask winking at the crowd as he points out pretty women and happy children in the crowd and waves to them.
Jimmy Garcia: Spider Balls is in the building!
Gravedigger: Some are dubbing this pairing “Weird Balls”. Personally, I’m still trying to wrap my head around these two as a tag team.
Cordelia Malice wearing a full length leather duster steps out to a single spotlight then the music begins to play. She is followed by her partner for the week, Gwen Gates. Cordelia’s music builds to a crescendo and she raises her head and smiles while petting her cat Misty as Gates smirks behind her. The two slowly walk down to the music and get to the ring. Cordelia puts her cat down gingerly on a stool waiting for the feline. She sits there looking around as Cordelia walks up the steps and slides under the bottom rope into the ring, followed immediately by Gwen. Cordelia removes her coat and hands it to a runner by ringside and speaks to her cat giving her commands as the two women wait for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: Dangerous pairing of Gates and Malice!
Gravedigger: Looks like Gates and Albion will start this one off!
Crowd: Weird Balls! Weird Balls! Weird Balls! Weird Balls!
Jimmy Garcia: The masses seem to buy it!
Gravedigger: Kill me now.
After a quick tie up attempt, Gates throws Albion against the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: Leaping clothesline from Enigma!
The crowd pops as Albion connects. He bounds off the opposite ropes, catching Gwen as she bounces back up.
Jimmy Garcia: A second leaping clothesline!
The crowd pops even louder as Albion assists a shooken up Gates to her feet, lifting her up and turning her over for the scoop slam.
Gravedigger: Gates dropping behind it!
Seizing the opportunity, Gates grabs hold of Albion’s gut, driving him forward into her own corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard shot from Malice on the outside!
Gravedigger: Roll up from behind by Gates.
Bolas pounds his turnbuckle in support of his teammate as Gates gets to her feet, making a slightly theatrical tag to Malice.
Jimmy Garcia: Malice making her first showing in this one, just her second match in UCI!
Malice shoots a devilish grin around the arena as she pulls Albion towards her, delivering a few well placed punches before sending him towards his corner.
Gravedigger: Stinger Splash from Malice here!
As Cordelia connects, Bolas is forced to duck back from the impact a bit. She smiles wider as she heads back to her corner before running back to the opposing corner with her boot extended towards Albion’s face.
Jimmy Garcia: Kick to the head from Bolas!
Gravedigger: Headbutt from Albion to top it off and Malice goes down here.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag made to Bolas!
Bolas takes to the top rope, nodding his head as the crowd cheers him on.
Gravedigger: Bolas looking for flight.
Jimmy Garcia: Flying headbutt right to the no no parts!
Gravedigger: Bolas muff diving his opponent into the ground.
Jimmy Garcia: Leg hooked by Arana!
Bolas whips around quickly, latching his arm under Cordelia’s chin.
Gravedigger: Cordelia pushing up here, these two getting back up there.
Jimmy Garcia: Hip toss from Malice!
Bolas manages to get back to his feet, but Cordelia makes it to her corner for the tag at the same time.
Gravedigger: Gates back in this, after Bolas now.
Jimmy Garcia: Clothesline attempt from Gates, but Bolas manages to spin her around here!
Gravedigger: Unprettier attempt by Bolas!
Jimmy Garcia: Gates spinning it around here!
Bolas spins her around again, hooking the arms from the front.
Gravedigger: Tigerbomb from Bolas, he has Gates up.
Jimmy Garcia: DDT! Big counter from Gates on the landing!
Gravedigger: Big time exchange there, but Bolas stays in it!
Jimmy Garcia: Gates pulling Bolas back up, very quick on the follow through!
Bolas goes for the surprise attack, leaping up and planting his feet around the neck.
Gravedigger: Hurricanrana into the corner from Bolas.
Jimmy Garcia: Tag made to Albion!
Albion steps through the ropes as the crowd pops loud. He whips Gates into the corner who is slapped on the back by Cordelia which goes relatively unseen by Albion.
Gravedigger: Correct Answer from Albion! That just dropped Gates big time!
Jimmy Garcia: Cover by Albion!
As Albion attempts the pin, the ref tells him the downed opponent isn’t legal. Albion looks up in shock, but is caught by an incoming Cordelia Malice.
Gravedigger: Enigma pulled to his feet now.
Jimmy Garcia: Malice sends him flying into the corner!
Gravedigger: Albion accidentally taking out his own partner!
Albion stumbles back and is quickly caught by Cordelia.
Jimmy Garcia: DIVINE MALICE!
Gravedigger: Could this be it?!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winners of this match, Gwen Gates and Cordelia Malice!
Jimmy Garcia: What a way to end this one!
Gravedigger: Big time players make big time moves and Cordelia Malice just picked up her first win on PPV!
UCI Television Championship
Teo Del Sol © vs Demarcus Jordan
Shining Star by Earth, Wind and Fire begins to play but no one comes out.
Gravedigger: Looks like Teo Del Sol finally showed his true colors.. yellow... and wussed out of this match against my man DeMarcus.
Jimmy Garcia: That's no way that happened. I hear there's a camera backstage let's see what's going on.
Teo Del Sol was walk towards the ring until Dr. Richard Estigo stopped him.
Dr. Estigo: Your opponent this week DeMarcus Jordan was concerned you might not be able to compete this week.
Teo Del Sol: Concerned? Yeah.. I bet he is. This is Watch the Throne and there is zero chance I'm disappointing my fans and not competing Doc! But stick around.. because DeMarcus is going to need you in a few minutes!
Teo begins walking again... and gets blasted in the back of the head with a clothesline knocking him face first into the cement!
DeMarcus Jordan: You want bare bones, Teo? I'll give you bare bones!
DeMarcus delivers the awesomeness on the cement floor backstage!
DeMarcus Jordan: So.. can he continue now?
Dr. Estigo: No! You just knocked him unconcious!
DeMarcus Jordan: That's all I needed to know. Thanks.
DeMarcus scoops up Teo's television title and walks away. #1 by Nelly blares as DeMarcus walks towards the ring holding the belt over his head and taunting the fans with it. He enters the ring and grabs the mic.
DeMarcus Jordan: Teo had an accident backstage and isn't medically cleared to compete. So raise my hand and declare me the champ!
The referee shakes his head. DeMarcus grabs him by the shirt.
DeMarcus Jordan: Either you award me the win and the title.. or I'll show you how Teo had his little accident.
The referee raises DeMarcus's hand to bullshit chants. Taylor Lorde enters the ring to make it official.
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, as a result of a forfeit.. and NEW
Crow McMorris enters the ring and snatches the mic from Taylor and the title from the referee who DeMarcus was getting to strap it around his waist.
Crow McMorris: That's not how I do things! And since I'm the general manager tonight.. that's not how you do things either! I was the first UCI world champion
Crow McMorris: I won that title... in the ring! If you want to be television champion.. you met Teo Del Sol next match in the bare bones match you tried to avoid this week! And if Teo happens to have another accident on the way to the ring next week consider yourself suspended infinately.
The crowd pops again as Crow leaves with the title belt.
Gravedigger: Crow McMorris just stole the television title from DeMarcus!
Jimmy Garcia: No, he saved it from changing hands on a cheap attack.
What did you say Jimmy?
DeMarcus has lept from the ring and grabs the announcer by the throat.
DeMarcus Jordan: Say I'm the real champ! Say it! Say it!
Security finally drags DeMarcus out of the arena before he can harm the overmatched announcer.
Gravedigger: Damnit.. my dream was so close..
Jimmy Garcia: You are both disgusting.
Shadowlove vs Kraven Killjoy
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, From San Marco, Texas, Kraven The King of the Hunt Killjoy!!
A loud gunshot echoes the arena followed by the trumpeting of an elephant. Few seconds later Kraven comes running out to the sound of a stampede, holding Dante up in the air. He runs around the ring a few times before rolling into it, he wraps Dante around his neck and throws his hands into the air, as a lion roar burst through the speakers.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent from right here in Chicago, Illinois, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove!
"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 and Improved" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere. Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. "The Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena. Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Jesus Wept! Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, 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 and raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face, hiding her incandescent green eyes, 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 in a "'The Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of his name.” shit-eating grin as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits appear out of nowhere and stand in an on guard, very protective, ever vigilant attack formation behind Ms. Miyamoto outside the squared-circle.
Gravedigger: Well this one fall pay per view match is underway. And we are joined on commentary by Remi.
Saint Remi: Thats Saint Remi to you, and I’m Rootin for my homeboy to demolish this small game.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh and the King of the Hunt doesn't even wait for the Half Breed to disrobe completely before jumping him from behind with a barrage of punches and kicks!
Kraven rips the rest of the jacket off as Ms. Miyamoto and her body guards scramble from the ring. Killjoys stomps on Shadowloves right arm. He goes for an arm trap elbow strike combo but Shadow reverses it after one elbow strike with a kick to the head. Both men rise to their feet and Kraven gets and irish whip on Shadowlove, Kraven runs and bounces off an adjacent ropes, colliding in the center of the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: That was like a train wreck Digger!
Saint Remi: Hell YA Bro!
Gravedigger: Hell ya now go for the pin you idiot!!
Kraven only gets a two count before lifting Shadowlove up again, but SL brings Kraven to the mat with an armbar. Kraven scratches and claws his way to the ropes getting a rope break. Shadow love distracts the ref as Ms. Miyamoto Sprays the Asian mist into the hunter's eyes.
Gravedigger: Haha Fuck ya! I love it when she does that, just wish she wore less clothes.
Jimmy Garcia: Guess it's to much to ask for you to go one night with being respectful huh?
Saint Remi: I may need leave commentary soon that keeps up.
Kraven rolls into the ring and is instantly put in a kimura lock. Kraven screams loudly and struggles to get near the ropes but instead the large man powers up and slams Shadowlove down hard into the mat, then falls exhausted to the mat as well.
Remi: Ya! You see that power!
Gravedigger: Your boy is going be counted out.
Jimmy Garcia: Both men are at a 5 count now!
Both men get up on the 7 count. And Kraven grasp SL and slams him hard in a powerslam into a pin.
Kickout! Shadowlove kicks out and Kraven immediately mounts him and headbutts him followed by mounted punches to Shadows face. A red tint comes to the taller man’s face as he powers up into a spinebuster.
Gravedigger: Haha your boy done fucked up Remi.
Remi: Huh? I was busy tweeting Bonnie Blue, what happened?
Jimmy Garcia: Kraven busted open the half breed.
Remi: Guess he ain't so handsome now eh?
Meanwhile in the ring Shadowlove has nailed Kraven into the corner with a Enziguri, and is pelting him with punches. After ten temple punches the Half breed dismounts and takes few steps back before charging into a big boot.
Remi: Never count the king of the hunt out!
Jimmy Garcia: but he only got a two count the Remi!
Kraven is up and taking the pad from the turnbuckle as the ref checks Shadowloves pretty bloody face. Kraven pushes aside the ref and drags the man to the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: Exploder suplex into the exposed corner!
Gravedigger: Hell Yea this whole night has been great and its only going to get better from here!
Remi: Ya my boy, Kraven bout to win this match!
Remi goes back to his phone as Kraven goes to pin the prone man but is rolled up into a small package.
Remi: Whoa! Come on Krav that was too damn close!
Gravedigger: You don't actually think he is going to win to you?
Jimmy Garcia: Guys look now! Shadowlove has Kraven in another armbar, he has been working that arm all night!
Kraven rolls the armbar into a pining position that gets him a 2 and a half. Kraven stand shaking the arm then whips Shadowlove into the corner as he sets himself up in the opposite corner.
Gravedigger: Ha that stupid fuck just charged the turnbuckle!
Remi: Man, Bonnie hasn't tweeted back yet, Wait Kraven hasn't won this yet? Come on big guy!
Jimmy Garcia: Kraven went for that Shoulder tackle in the corner but Shadowlove moved and now has Kraven set up for the Dark Gift!
Remi: Awe but my bud, Kraven had it scouted and is going for the Bag in tag short arm…
Gravedigger: Naw, Kraven's been planted by the The Seductive Handsomeness!
Shadowlove goes for a pin, gets a two count. He goes for another, 2 and half. He tries once more and gets a two count before Kraven pounces up like an agile cat, and the two lock eyes. The two alpha males exchange fist, Kraven's nose bust open but they continue to punch kick and elbow. Shadowlove gets an advantage and kicks Kraven in the testicles, followed by the bionic elbow. Kraven stumbles back angered, then flattens the opposition with a series of three rapid fire stiff clotheslines. Kraven charges in for another and is planted with a snap scoop powerslam
Jimmy Garcia: These two are going all out, will who will come out on top?
Remi: The Movement that's who.
Gravedigger: Not a one can do anything of importance, you jumped The Guardians and that’s where your relevance ended.
Remi: You want relevance…
Remi slams his headset on the table as he marches to the ring side Kyodai and Shatei, cut him off at ringside but he lays the two them out with superkicks. Then Ms. Miyamoto goes to slap him and Remi blocks it, and blows her a kiss. Shadowlove distracted with all this is rolled up.
Shadow kicks out as Remi and Ms. Miyamoto are getting into a shouting match on the outside. Shadowlove knocks Kraven down a series of ramming headbutts.
Gravedigger: Man whats the fool think he is proving yelling back and forth with Ms. Miyamoto?
Jimmy Garcia: Umm I dont know but meanwhile Kraven and Shadowlove are exchanging move for move in the cneter of the ring, these to apex wrestlers are just about equals!
Shadowlove shoves Kraven’s head under his pit then snaps down onto his back. His opponent’s head is spiked leaving him upside down on the canvas about two seconds. Kraven timbers over onto his back leaving Shadowlove to score the pin after hitting The Dark Gift!
Jimmy Garcia: THE DARK GIFT! THE FINISHING MOVE OF SHADOWLOVE, HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner, Shadowlove!
Gravedigger: Shadowlove has proven he’s back in UCI and has scored a victory over Kraven Killjoy. That’s my boy Shadowlove!
The arena was filled with the chatter and the buzz from the fans in attendance. Each of them were on the edge of their seat waiting for the next bit of action to take place. So far Watch the Throne had been delivering when it came to the action and sure enough it had those in attendance pleased. In that very moment the opening guitar riffs to “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed proceeded to start filling the speakers within the arena. Hearing that song had quickly garnered a response from the crowd. The response was quite a bit of confusion. Fans looking around at one another not having heard the music before and truly making them all wonder what any of this meant
Jimmy Garcia: What the hell is going on here? Do you anything about this guys?
Seconds later the cameras had cut to the entrance way and the curtain could be seen being peeled to the side. That’s when a man could be seen walking out onto the stage. He had an all black zip-up hoodie on in which the hood was up and with his head being tilted down slightly. His facial features couldn’t be seen which meant that no one in the crowd could make out who he was. That alone was starting to frustrate the fans but they all continued to look on in pure confusion. Slowly but surely this mystery person began to make his way down the ramp. In a matter of moments he reached the ring apron and quickly pulled himself up on the apron.
Saint Remi: Looks like Wolverine.
Lifting his left leg over the middle rope, this mystery person ducked under the bottom rope and proceeded to allow themselves into the ring. Using the smallest gesture of their hand which was made very clear that whomever this person was. They were calling for a microphone. Only for one to be brought to him by the ring announcer several seconds later. With the microphone in hand, the music began to die down as the fans sat there starting to silence themselves. For no other reason they were interested in what this human being had to say.
Unknown: “This is United Championship Infinite huh?”
The deep voice that escaped this person echoed throughout the entire arena. Fans still found themselves continuing to remain silent. Attempting to get a feel for what was going on before them.
Unknown: “This is the place where everyone wants to be. This is the place that people thrive to be the best. This is the place where those that climb the top of the mountain are those that truly deserve it. This is the place where fans can’t wait to buy their tickets for each and every week. Hmmm, is that about right? Is that the UCI that I’m referring to?”
From those few words it sounded like there was a little bit of sarcasm in this man’s voice more than anything at all. In which was starting to get a little bit of a negative response by those that were sitting in their seats.
Unknown: “If UCI is a place of greatness. If UCI is a place in which dreams come true. If UCI is the place where the best of the best exist. Then please answer me one question... Why have I never heard of a single person on this goddamn roster?!”
His tone suddenly got aggressive.
Unknown: “Why the hell have I never heard of the man that's supposedly running this company? Tell me why the hell I have never heard of the names Kevin Bishop, Celeste Mallory, and Andre Holmes until I decided to sign my name to the company? How come I had to hear about UCI through social media rather than hearing of the company because of the noise it makes in the wrestling world? Can any of you ignorant fools answer that for me?”
On that note the fans in attendance found themselves starting to respond in a major way. Boos were coming from nearly every single person that was in attendance. Then all of the sudden the man found himself grabbing a hold of the hood to his hoodie and yanking it off his head. As soon as he had done that. There was a collective gasp from the entire audience. Almost like they couldn't believe what they were seeing at that very moment. This man turned out to be a man that was known around the wrestling business. He was the one they called "The Man of Liberty" Damien Kingston. He looked around at the shocked faces of the crowd which proceeded to bring some joy to his black heart.
Gravedigger: Yeah I know that dude! It's Damien Kingston, he's here in UCI!
With the initial shock wearing off the boos began to start up again. An arrogant smirk placed all over his lips with Kingston bringing the microphone back up to speak.
Damien Kingston: “Of course none of you can answer that question for me. Because there isn't an answer other than the fact that UCI isn't nearly as good as the people running it and the people that exist in it think they are. Names like Bishop, Mallory, and Holmes wouldn't stand a chance outside of these walls. They would have gotten demolished in my era. And as of this very moment. Those names are no longer names. As of this moment. Those names no longer mean anything to UCI. As of this moment, I - the man of liberty and the savior to professional wrestling - Damien Kingston has officially become all that UCI has and all that UCI needs!”
Those words did nothing but further upset the fans in attendance. Kingston unbothered by their boos and unbothered by their comments that were starting to be thrown in his direction.
Damien Kingston: “I decided to come of retirement because this business needs me more now than ever. This business has gotten worse in the last two years. It's filled with people that are just pretending to be wrestlers. Filled with people that are greener than grass. Filled with people that have zero respect and zero honor for this business. As a matter of fact, there's not a single person on this roster that blows me. Not a single person on this roster that speaks volumes and makes me believe they belong here. Not a single person that will do anything great or even be remembered for their time in this business. Which is exactly why it's gong to be easy for me to run through person after person until I've got that UCI World Heavyweight Championship around my waist...”
His lips continued to curve into that nasty smirk of his.
Damien Kingston: “The moment that I stand in this ring and hoist that championship over my head is going to be the very moment that United Championship Infinite will be a company that can be considered legit in the world of professional wrestling. When that championship becomes mind, it'll be at that moment that this company and that championship actually means something. Until that happens UCI is shit. UCI is worthless. UCI is the scum at the bottom of the barrel. No one will ever take this company serious as long as the most worthless people that have ever existed in this business have a strangle hold on this company. And you know what? I get it. I get that it's going to upset you. I get it'll piss you off. I get that it'll hurt your feelings and make you feel some kind of way. But at the same time there's not a goddamn thing you or anyone else can do about it!”
Shaking his head from side to side with that smirk still very visible. Knowing that he was putting the fans in a position where they couldn't do anything. Much like he claimed there was nothing anyone on the roster could do about it and that in itself was going to make him public enemy number one, but one would have to assume he had already prepared himself for such.
Damien Kingston: “Mark my words ladies and gentlemen. I will either bring UCI the liberty that this company deserves, or I'll do everything in my power to bring this company to death!”
As soon as those words left his lips. Kingston flipped the microphone out of his hand and let it hit the mat with a loud thud. Sure enough nearly every single fan had gotten out of their seat and was booing him with all their might. "The Vengeful One" by Disturbed began to play over the arena's speakers for a second time. Kingston ignoring the hate that he was getting as he marched right on over to the ring ropes and then dropped down rolling out of the ring. His feet landing on the floor to which he began to make his way up that ramp rather slowly with the crowd booing him with all their might.
Jimmy Garcia: Damien Kingston has arrived in UCI and made his statement clear on Watch The Throne. Whoever has been paying attention in the back, now they got a new face for fresh competition! We'll be right back!
Jay Omega vs Sebastian Reid
Jimmy Garcia: In our next match, the feud between established talent and upstart newcomers heats up, as the Guardians' own Jay Omega takes on advisor to the Movement, Sebastian Reid! Last week, Reid missed a big opportunity when the Guardians successfully defended their Tag Team titles against Reid and Movement member Trevor Lomax.
Saint Remi: That was all on Lomax. He didn't have his head in the game.
Gravedigger: Oh, come on, Remi... don't make excuses for the Guardians just because you have a crush on Bonnie Blue --
Saint Remi: It's true love, bro!
Gravedigger: Ha. Good luck with that. Point is, Alex Richards was the legal man. Your "boo" shouldn't have even been in the ring. It was blatant cheating from the Guardians!
Jimmy Garcia: Speaking of Guardians, here comes Jay Omega now!
"Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring, hailing from beyond the stars... JAY OMEGA!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses with his right arm raised - fingers extended in the classic devil horns - and is illuminated by a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs. The Omega Man remains in this position for a few moments, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
Saint Remi: Omega is one cocky son of a bitch!
Gravedigger: That's typical of a Guardian. But we're about to see your friend and mentor get his redemption here tonight!
The arena lights flicker, dim, then go dark. A single spotlight illuminates the empty stage; another joins it, and the two spots move around, then cast their light out over the audience, as if searching. "Forgot About Dre" by Dr. Dre and Eminem hits the speakers and the lights once again center on the stage to pick out the figure of Sebastian Reid, a cocky sneer on his lips. As the crowd rains down a torrent of boos, he lifts his arms to the sky, soaking it all in for a moment.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, from Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.... "SHOWTIME" SEBASTIAN REID!
The lights come back up, and Reid struts down the aisle, taunting the fans. About halfway to the ring, he breaks into a run and slides under the ropes, then pops back up and thrusts his arms out to a new wave of jeers from the audience. He hops on the ropes and poses, reveling in the negative attention.
Saint Remi: And THAT'S how you make an entrance!
Jimmy Garcia: The official patting both men down. Omega offers a handshake. Reid reaches out to take it -- but no! He lands a forearm smash to Jay Omega's face instead!
Gravedigger: Haha! Classic! The bell rings, and we start this match with Omega already on defense.
Jimmy Garcia: The Omega Man rallies back, unloading a solid right on Sebastian Reid. Reid covers up and backs off as the official warns Omega about using a closed fist. Feeling cocky, Sebastian Reid calls for a test of strength. A little back and forth now as these two men struggle for leverage. Reid has the advantage in size, but Omega has a lower center of gravity.
Saint Remi: It's Omega with the upper hand here as Reid's knees start to buckle -- but not for long! My boy Sebby comes back with a vengeance, and now it's the Guardian Jay Omega on the wrong end of things!
As Omega starts to fight back, Reid nails him with a kick to the midsection that doubles Jay over. Reid hooks Omega's arms behind his back and lifts him up...
Gravedigger: BACKBREAKER! Double underhook backbreaker to Jay Omega! Sebastian Reid is firmly in control of this match! He goes for an early pin...
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Jimmy Garcia: Omega gets the shoulder up on the two-count! Reid pulls Omega to his feet and whips the Guardian into the ropes. Jay grabs on to stop his momentum, and Sebastian Reid charges right after him! Omega drops, pulling the top rope down, and Reid spills to the outside!
The Omega Man steps out onto the apron, taking the measure of Sebastian Reid as he uses the crowd barrier to pull himself back up. Jay turns to mount the ropes then dives off, backward, onto his standing opponent.
Gravedigger: Moonsault off the top to the outside and now both men are down! It looks like Sebastian Reid may have landed badly... he's favoring that left shoulder now, but he just waved off a medic.
Saint Remi: It's going to take more than that to take the fight out of Showtime! That's why Sebastian Reid is the Movement's inspiration -- there's no quit in this man! When he says 'whatever it takes' he means it! Like that! Look at that!
Reid runs Omega back-first into the edge of the ring apron and lays into him with a series of forearms as the ref yells at the two men to get back in the ring. Reid ignores the official and turns his opponent toward the ringpost as the ref starts his count.
Jimmy Garcia: Reversal from Jay Omega, and it's Reid who impacts with the steel post instead! That is not doing his left shoulder any favors!
Gravedigger: This is a vulnerable position for Sebastian Reid right now. Jay Omega reaching for that left arm -- he turns Reid to face him, then pulls him in for a short arm clotheline!
Still holding the wrist of Sebastian Reid, Omega wrenches the left arm and whips Reid into the crowd barrier.
The Omega Man rolls under the ropes to break up the count, then goes right back to the outside. He approaches a dazed-looking Sebastian Reid, grabbing him by the back of the head -- when Reid springs to life and quickly snakes an arm around Omega's neck!
Jimmy Garcia: Snap DDT! Showtime just planted the Omega Man right on his head here at ringside! He rolls Jay Omega back into the ring... another pin attempt...
ONE . . .
Gravedigger: But Omega kicks out and rolls back to his feet. Reid reaches for Omega, but Omega slips behind Reid and cinches in a waistlock! He lifts -- no! Sebastian Reid's weight advantage coming into play here as he resists and fights his way out of Jay Omega's grasp! He spins to face the Omega Man --
Jimmy Garcia: -- and gets served a Muay Thai jumping elbow strike! Omega goes for that left arm of Reid, applying a wristlock and putting extra torque on the injured shoulder! Omega brings a knee up to Reid's ribs before releasing him! The Omega Man sets Showtime up for what looks like a piledriver...
Gravedigger: But Sebastian Reid recovers and shoves Jay Omega hard! Omega stumbles back and runs into the referee! The official falls through the ropes and hits the ringside mats! He's out cold!
They both realize what's happened at the same time. Reid charges Omega; Omega hits the ropes and springboards off, catching Sebastian Reid in the temple with a flying knee.
Jimmy Garcia: A springboard Busaiku knee from Jay Omega absolutely flattens Sebastian Reid!
Gravedigger: That move should be banned!
Saint Remi: Why is he coming over here?
Jay Omega crosses the ring toward the commentary table, where he leans against the ropes, silently pointing at Remi.
Saint Remi: Really? Now? You want to do this now?
Omega shoots Remi a cocky grin. Remi gets out of his seat, pulling off the headset, maintaining eye contact with the Guardian. And then, abruptly, Remi sits back down, a smirk on his lips. Jay senses danger a split second too late, and turns around just in time to be dropped with a spear from Sebastian Reid.
Jimmy Garcia: SPEAR! Jay Omega is on the mat and Reid tries to capitalize with a roll-up. But the official is still outside the ring, still recovering! He's in no shape to count a pinfall!
Gravedigger: Reid realizes quickly he's not getting his count and gets back to his feet, pulling Omega up with him. Showtime takes advantage of the ref's absence with an eye rake, and follows up by lifting Jay onto his shoulders... going for an Argentine neckbreaker!
Jimmy Garcia: DENIED! Omega fights his way out and drops down behind Reid. Omega with that waistlock again, and there's no escape for Sebastian Reid. Belly-to-back suplex! With the official back in the ring, Omega could make a pin now... but he goes to the corner instead!
Jay Omega ascends the turnbuckles, and lifts his arms out to the crowd, which responds with a huge pop as he dives backward off the top turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega lands an imploding 450 Splash on Sebastian Reid, and Reid is not moving. Omega flips a dazed Reid over and applies that step-over toe hold, then grabs for Reid's left arm and locks in a chicken wing and wrenches back on it!
Jimmy Garcia: That's the Hammer of Hephaestus! It's inescapable, especially with Omega putting that pressure on Sebastian Reid's injured shoulder! He has no choice but to tap out here!
Reid does just that, pounding his free hand on the mat until the ref calls for the bell, and Omega releases the hold. Sebastial Reid rolls out of the ring, favoring his left shoulder, as the ref raises Jay Omega's hand high. "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central plays over the speakers as the crowd goes insane.
UCI Intercontinental Championship
Two out of Three Falls Match
Bonnie Blue © vs Mikey Carson
Jimmy Garcia: Up next is the intercontintal championship match.
Gravedigger: I know and I'm so happy it's next.
Jimmy Garcia: Why's that?
Gravedigger: Because for once.. I don't have to call the Guardians title defense! Saint Remi has agreed to do all my announcing for me. What a gentleman!
Saint Remi: My pleasure Gravedigger. It's the least I can do for a legend such as yourself.
Jimmy Garcia: You're leaving me alone with him?
Gravedigger: That's kind of an added bonus.
Saint Remi: You had better be on your best behavior Jimmy. If I kill you how am I going to be punished.. sent to Hell?
Remi lets out a laugh as Jimmy gulps.
Saint Remi: I'm just messing with you.
Taylor Lorde: The following contest is set for two out of three falls and is for the UCI Intercontintal Championship. Introducing first.. the challenger, “The Next Generation” Mikey Carson!
With there being a small amount of silence with the fans waiting for the next bit of action. The very opening to what sounded very similar to a video game could be heard filling the arena’s speakers. Seconds later “Game Over” by Lil Flip blasted through the arena’s speakers causing the crowd to erupt with cheers. All eyes found themselves falling to the entrance set up. Only a couple of brief seconds had passed before the curtain was pushed aside leading to the man they called “The Next Generation” came out. Mikey Carson headed right to the middle of the entrance ramp with his ring jacket up over his head. Gripping a hold of it and yanking it down to view the crowd. The loud cheers were heard. A smile just crossed his lips with the man beginning to make his way down the ramp.
On the ramp the man managed to slap a couple of hands with the fans before reaching the ringside area. Walking up to the ring, he pulled himself up onto the apron before turning and starting to climb the top rope. Managing to make it to the top, he perched himself up there looking out at the thousands that were cheering for him. It was a situation that warmed his heart. In that being said Carson leaped from the top rope into the ring where he began to remove his ring jacket. At the same exact time the man’s theme music was starting to die out putting him in a position where he was about to engage in some in ring action.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, the reigning and defending Intercontintal Champion, “The Hardcore Queen” Bonnie Blue!
E-Rock's heavy metal version of the "Doctor Who Theme" hits the speakers to a HUGE POP from the crowd! Smoke fills the stage as the 'Tron lights up and displays the words DAUGHTER OF TIME. The drumbeat kicks in, accompanied by the BOOM! of a white pyro flash. A shower of sparks cascades down over the stage as Bonnie Blue steps from behind the curtain, the Intercontinental Championship belt secured around her waist, and her Tag Team Title strap slung across one shoulder. She pumps a fist into the air and gets another big pop; the big screen behind her now displays the words HARDCORE QUEEN.
As she makes her way down the aisle, high-fiving and fist-bumping the fans reaching toward her, a montage of extreme spots plays out across the giant screen: crashing through a glass table with Shadowlove; sailing through the back window of a moving bus, only to come back and hit a hurricanrana on Stevie Corah; landing an elbow on Bad News Brawler; Bonnie dropping on Corah from atop a ladder, crashing with him through a table; a bruised and bloodied Bonnie setting Jonathan Porter up on the top turnbuckle, to hit a reverse Frankensteiner. Interspersed throughout the video are scenes of Bonnie accepting a belt -- Tag Team or Intercontinental -- from the official, clutching the hard-won prize close with a triumphant smile. As the video ends, the word GUARDIAN appears, then fades away to be replaced by the word CHAMPION.
Still playing to the crowd, the Daughter of Time completes a circle around the ring, then leaps onto the apron and turns to face the audience. Grasping the top rope, she backflips over it and into the ring, a dazzling smile on her lips as the fans cheer. Bonnie puts one hand to her ear and makes a beckoning motion with the other, driving the crowd into a frenzy of affection for UCI's golden girl, as she removes her dual championship belts and hands them off to the ring official.
Jimmy Garcia: There's the opening bell and Bonnie Blue offers a handshake to Mikey Carson who slaps the hand aside. Carson seemed quite upset this week that he felt Bonnie wasn't showing him enough respect.
Saint Remi: Probably a smart move, Bonnie was totally going to punch him right in the chops if he did.
Jimmy Garcia: You can't be serious.
Saint Remi: She's my soul mate. She obviously has a dark side.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh c'mon! Running knee to the skull by Bonnie! She mounts Carson and starts to unload on him with vicious forearms to the face! Apparently refusing the handshake has fired up Blue.
Saint Remi: That's my girl! Bonnie tosses Carson hard to the corner then delivers a running leg lariat followed up with a bulldog coming out of the corner! She snapmares Mikey down and kicks him hard to the back of the head then delivers a seated dropkick to the face! She's got a cover.
Jimmy Garcia: Carson kicks out of that! And immediately gets powerslammed by Bonnie. It isn't often Bonnie is facing someone of similar size to herself.
Saint Remi: Bonnie is much stronger then Mikey though. Just the thought of her brings a certain organ of mine to life.
Jimmy Garcia: Would you stop! Bonnie going to the top rope.. moonsault misses! Mikey Carson up.. La Misgral Cradle
Bonnie rolls through and reverses!
Shoulder up by Carson!
Jimmy Garcia:Back and forth action early on! Bonnie throws a clothesline but Carson ducks it and grabs Bonnie in a chinbreaker.. springboard Carson 3:16.. is countered with the Infinate Paradox! Bonnie climbing to the top rope... she's going for the Sonic Screwdriver.. and she nailed all of it!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the first fall, Bonnie Blue!
Saint Remi: Did you see that? Did you see what my lady did? Nobody has beaten Mikey Carson that quickly in the UCI! But Bonnie did! The longest reigning champion in UCI history. The only two time IC Champion. My future wife Bonnie Blue everybody!
Jimmy Garcia: That aside. Bonnie Blue just easily handled the number one contender for the Intercontinal Title! She's defeated some of the top stars in wrestling and Mikey Carson just learned why. Carson rolls out of the ring as the bell sounds for the second fall. He's smartly trying to regroup and get his head back into this match. The first fall may be over but there are up to two more to go.
Saint Remi: Nah, he';s a chicken. He should just leave and go to the back. He's beat already.
Jimmy Garcia: If a member of the Movement used this tactic you would be praising them.
Saint Remi: Yeah but Carson isn't so I'm not! Bonnie baseball slides to the floor and knocks down Carson!
Jimmy Garcia: I have to admit that was a smart move. Not giving her opponent time to recover. Bonnie returns to the ring, hits the ropes and suicide dive.. Mikey Carson dropped down and Blue collides with the metal barrier!
Saint Remi: I better go check if my lady is alright.
Jimmy Garcia: You stay right here! Carson tosses Bonnie back into the ring. He makes a cover.
Saint Remi: Kick out! Kick out! You can't keep Bonnie down.. you can't. Oh no.. Game Over!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the second fall, Mikey Carson!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie might be hurt here. She hit that railing hard. And that Detonation kick certainly rattles her skull again. Bonnie has barely moved. Referee checking to see if she wants to continue.
Saint Remi: No way Bonnie is going to say up. You can see she's shaking her head no. Mikey is going to take the cheap way out and cover her immediately.
kick out from Bonnie!
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie Blue trying to pull herself to her feet now. And Mikey off the ropes.. springboard lariat to the back of the head! Now a knee drop to the back of the head! The fans don't seem to like Carson's tactics tonight. But Mikey isn't breaking the rules and in a title match you have to do what you have to do to win the gold. Carson is on the top rope and frog splash right onto the head and neck of Bonnie. He makes the pin.
Saint Remi: As if! Bonnie totally got the foot on the ropes. Mikey dragging Bonnie back to her feet.. he leaps off the top rope with a blockbuster.. which Bonnie counters with a german suplex. Both are down now. The referee is laying the count on them. Stay down Bonnie. A draw means you keep the title!
Jimmy Garcia: You would be the type of person to root for that.
Saint Remi: What type of person? A winner? Yes I am!
Mikey kips up, Bonnie gets up as well
Saint Remi: Both competitors on their feet and exchanging punches on their feet. Neither one seems to be getting the advantage and they both had the same idea at the same time connecting with superkicks. If Bonnie was with me she would have went to the eyes and would have the advantage now.
Jimmy Garcia: The daughter of time doesn't need tactics like that to be successful. Carson getting up first.. he tosses Bonnie off the ropes and backdrops her but she comes back with a sunset flip..
Saint Remi: Dropkick to the stomach by Bonnie then a wheelbarrow suplex. That's more like it. Double leg legdrop to the head of Mikey. She rolls him over for the pin.
Jimmy Garcia: Bonnie whips Carson to the corner.. but it's reversed. Carson charges in and eats a double boot to the face in the corner. Bonnie leaps onto the second ropes and nails a twisting cross body!
Saint Remi: See! My lady is a step ahead of Carson! Headscissors.. is countered into a gut buster from Carson! Then a backbreaker! He flips Bonnie over now and hits the ropes..Achievement Unlocked.. running 450 splash! C'mon.. kick out!
Jimmy Garcia: Mikey drags Bonnie back to her feet and nails her with a running sit out DDT! It looks like the defending champion might be running out of steam here. He's going for another detonation kick.. but Bonnie counters with a cross body.
Carson kicks out!
Saint Remi: He boots Bonnie in the midsection.. then lifts her onto his shoulders.. electric chair drop.. is countered with a reverse hurricarana! What a move!
Jimmy Garcia: No.. did not get him! But Bonnie seemingly has her second wind.. she's going to the top rope.. and connects with a flying dropkick! No cover this time.. instead Bonnie goes back to the top rope again and plants an elbow right into the sterum of Carson.
Saint Remi: Oh, c'mon ref! Could you count any slower? Cross armbreaker locked in now by Bonnie Blue! She's going to make Carson give up here.
Jimmy Garcia: I doubt that. Carson is not the kind of guy who quits. Especially in his first title opportunity in the UCI.
Saint Remi: Fine. Make him pass out then. Win is a win. She's really putting pressure on that arm now.. but Mikey gets his way to the ropes for the break. Bonnie releases quickly. I would have held it for at least a four and half count.
Jimmy Garcia: That's why Bonnie is so much more respected then you. Bonnie hammerlocks Carson then dropkicks him in the arm knocking him down again. Mikey struggling to his feet.. this fight is far from now and Bonnie hammerlock slams him on the arm! Bonnie seemingly trying to outwrestle Carson here.
Saint Remi: Trying to? She is! He picks him up again, pulls on that hammerlock.. then monkey flips him into the corner arm first! Bonnie gets up on the second rope and starts unleashing elbows to the jaw of Mikey! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, then drops from the ring hanging onto Carson's arm with a straight armbar.. her legs might be separating Mikey's shoulder here! And listen to that. The ref is counting and Bonnie isn't releasing the illegal hold. I told you we were soulmates!
Jimmy Garcia: Give me a break. Bonnie drops the hold and Carson collapses to the mat holding onto his injured arm. Bonnie takes advantage.. going to the top rope and coming off with a shooting star press! I think she's got him.
Saint Remi: Carson kicked out? Seriously? Now this is smart. Bonnie stomps the shoulder of Carson she has been working on for the past few minutes then flips over into a chickenwing.. that's the Time Lock. She has the time lock.
Jimmy Garcia: Mikey Carson put up one hell of a fight but I think this is going to end this one. Carson is refusing to quit. He's trying to move Bonnie towards the ropes.. but she drags him back to the middle. This could be it! This could be the end! Mikey is thinking about tapping.. he looks like he's about to tap.
Saint Remi: He taps! He taps! He taps!
Jimmy Garcia: He did not! That was not a tap he reached out and cut Bonnie's leg from under her breaking the move. Bonnie shakes her head. I think she thought it was over there. Bonnie is going to stomp the hand of Carson there.
Saint Remi: Yeah be vicious.. break some fingers! That's my girl! Bonnie drags Carson up and knees him to the chest a few times then a enzergeri knocks down the challenger! Bonnie goes back to the top rope to finally finish off Carson. I will give him this.. this kid is tough.. Hurricarana off the top..
Jimmy Garcia: Countered with a powerbomb by Carson! Mikey Carson willing himself back to his feet.. he's slowly climbing to the top rope.. this could be.. The Cream of the Crop!
Saint Remi: Of course he didn't get Bonnie! Nothing keeps this girl down! He whips Bonnie off the ropes and they both connect with a cross body at the same time!
Jimmy Garcia: That just shows what an even match up this is. How close these two are skill wise. Running european uppercut to the seated Bonnie Blue keeps the advantage for Carson as does a rolling senton! He makes another cover.
Saint Remi: Running powerslam by Carson. He covers again.
another kick out!
Jimmy Garcia: German suplex hard by Mikey Carson. He's showing how much he wants this win. He lifts Bonnie onto his shoulders this time.. and spins her around going for a death valley driver.. but Bonnie countered with a headscissors leg DDT! She makes the cover.
Saint Remi: Apparently not. Backstabber by Bonnie! Now she's got him!
Jimmy Garcia: No she doesn't! Springboard bulldog by Bonnie is blocked.. into the Carson 3:16! He countered that bulldog with a stunner! Now a second rope lionsault connects! No cover this time though.
Saint Remi: C'mon Bonnie.. you need to fight back. Snap suplex.. rolls back to his feet and a northern lights suplex! Mikey doesn't cover again. It looks he's placing Bonnie on the top rope..
Jimmy Garcia: Superplex coming up from Mikey Carson..No.. Super Brainbuster..Bonnie flipped over... and release belly to back suplex from the second rope.. Bonnie climbs to the top rope and she's going for the Super Screwdriver.. she nailed it! This won her the first fall and it's about to win her the third! Wait a second.. My partner Saint Remi has stood up on our announce table. What is he doing?
Saint Remi: Bonnie Blue.. my Daughter of Time! My soul mate! My everything! Would you give me the honor of spending the rest of my life with you! I love you time lady!
Bonnie who was about to make the cover instead mouths the words son of a bitch. She goes towards the ropes seemingly to get at Saint Remi. The Saint climbs up onto the ring apron.. gets down on his knees. Bonnie seemingly is about to hit him.. only to get caught from behind with the O'Connor Roll into the Self Assisted Alley Oop!
Jimmy Garcia: I can't believe that just happened! Mikey Carson sets Bonnie up.. That's the Finish Him.. Tiger Driver... connects!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, and NEW UCI Intercontinal Champion, Mikey Carson!
Saint Remi: You see that. She was so overcome with emotion she fainted.
Jimmy Garcia: What is your deal Saint Remi.
Gravedigger: You really are a saint! You and Mikey Carson, one of my new favorite wrestlers just made my dream come dream! Bonnie Blue has lost that title!
Jimmy Garcia: The both of you are vile. Bonnie Blue had control of this match until Saint Remi caused a distraction. I don't blame Mikey Carson at all for taking advantage. But I severely doubt your intentions Remi. Either way we have a new champion.
Andre Jenson vs Kuno Kenji
A loud, high-pitched "Nyaaaa!~" echoes over the PA system, causing the women and children, (and a few very weird adult men), to squeal in delight.
Tokameki Poporon starts playing as soft lights in baby blue, white and pink illuminate the entire arena, matching the colors on Kuno's tights as he walks out from backstage, drawing another huge pop from the crowd, his black cat ears perking up at the roar.
Not quite anticipating such an overwhelming reaction, Kuno hides his blushing face in his hands, drawing several "Aww"s from the audience.
As the vocals of the song kick in Kuno manages to forget about how terrifying he finds the crowd as he skips down to the ring, head moving from side to side in sync with the music as he sings along.
Upon reaching the ring, Kuno jumps onto the apron and looks around before slingshotting into the ring and doing a cartwheel when he lands, rolling around into a cat-like stretch, letting out a soft "Nya~", drawing a second exclamation of "Aww" from the crowd before he makes his way to his own corner. A stage hand gives him a mic.
Kuno paces up and down in the ring, thinking of the right words to say. After a while, mulling it over he begins.
Kuno: So, I haven't had the chance to speak to anyone since the latest attack by Jenson-san. Quite honestly. I've had enough. Today is the day we end this. Andre. Get out here and let us finish this game.
“Big Blue Dress” by Cranius hits and Andre Jenson comes through the curtain, with a mic in his hand also. He looks grim. He scratches his chin and starts to speak
Jenson: I know, Kuno. This has to end. Whatever happens, this is our last match. I don't know about you, but this war we are having between the manga and Fantasy community has gone on for way too long. We need to be friends. Our communities used to be one. You know this?
Kuno: Wait. What are you talking about?
Jenson: The war, you know, between our people. Do you not read the Kem papers? Never mind. I agree with you though. This needs to end. Tonight.
Kuno: Yeah, well get down here then, I'm not in the mood for talking!
Jenson: OK, but before I do. I have a proposal for you.
Kuno looks at AJ sceptically without answering.
Jenson: Hear me Kuno Kenji. Let us make sure this is our final battle. What if I told you that I am tired of fighting you, I'm tired of your people fighting my people. I'm tired of the division and the disunity and I'm willing to offer you a very lucrative deal to ensure that this is the end.
Kuno looks disgusted.
Kuno: I don't want your money! What do you think I am?
Jenson: No, my friend. I'm not talking money. I'm talking peace between our people. I'm sure you know that's more valuable than any treasures I possess.
Kuno: And you give me what, your word Andre? Your word that has caused me to be assaulted many times. Your word that means nothing. Come on Andre. We've been through this. I just don't trust you any more.
Jenson: Well, what else can someone offer than their word as a man, as a warrior?
Kuno thinks about it for a second.
Kuno: How about your career?
The crowd suddenly goes silent. Shocked.
Kuno: No, I'll tell you what. How about both of our careers? You said we need to end this, you said this needs to be the last battle. You said you'll do anything to stop this war. How about this. You and me, in this final battle. To the end. As you would put it, to the death. The death of our career. You beat me and I am gone. Leaving the UCI. Leaving wrestling. I'll go somewhere with Michael and you won't hear from me.
Jenson thinks for a moment
Jenson: What of the war between our people.?
Kuno: It'll be over. I'll be gone and the manga community will respect my wishes that they will never harm you again. Hell they'll probably even join you.
Jenson: OK, I too will make that vow. If you win, I will be gone and my people will be yours.
AJ takes a key out of his pocket.
Jenson: Here is the key to my Kingdom.
Kuno: You have a key, an actual key? I thought they were metaphorical?
Jenson: Nah, all the leaders have one. How else do you open doors? You win this key, I retire and my people are yours.
The crowd start to take a breath now.
Kuno: Oh and Andre, how are you going to convince me that your goons won't interfere?
AJ smiles as the referee rolls into the ring and he looks up.
Jenson: Simple my friend. We'll be in this cell.
The crowd suddenly burst into life as the massive cell starts lowering down from the ceiling as AJ and Kuno stare at each other in the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD, THIS MATCH IS SUDDENLY A WINNER TAKES ALL RETIREMENT MATCH INSIDE A CELL!
Gravedigger: WHERE DID THAT CELL COME FROM?
Jimmy Garcia: DON'T OVERTHINK IT DIGGER. THIS MATCH JUST GOT SERIOUS!
DING DING DING
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Taylor Lorde: And it is a winner takes all retirement match, inside a cell. The loser of this match will leave UCI and end the war between manga and Fantasy forever.
Jimmy Garcia: I don't get that bit.
Gravedigger: Something to do with Jenson fighting Dwarves
Jimmy Garcia: Right. Let's not over-think that either. We should just roll with it.
Gravedigger: Whatever. As long as these two nerds beat the shit out of each other. Can they both lose? That'd be great.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first. He is the Kawaii House Cat, from Senpai's apartment. Here is Kuno Kenjiiiiiiiiiiiii
The crowd goes wild as Kuno waves at them nervously. Staring at AJ from his side of the cell.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, From the magical isle of Kem, here is the Bane of Undersund and the king of the Fantasy Realms. Andre Jenson!
The crowd goes less wild as Andre bows to Kuno from his side of the ring.
DING DING DING.
Jimmy Garcia: AND WE BEGIN DIGGER. LAST TIME OUT THESE GUYS WERE SO EVENLY MATCHED THEY KNOCKED EACH OTHER OUT WITH FIREBALLS.
Gravedigger: HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN?
Jimmy Garcia: Beats me! I just know that Kuno has started this match with a rapid pace!
Sure enough Kuno immediately launched himself onto AJ with ferocity, scratching and clawing at him like a tiger. They both collapse onto the mat in a heap. Kuno now swinging with punch after punch.
Gravedigger: I THINK HE'S FIRED UP FOR THIS
Jimmy Garcia: I think Andre doesn't have a clue where he is either. He seems dazed.
AJ managed to escape to the outside, trying to shake the cobwebs off, he turns around and tries to back away from Kuno, feeling the cold steel on his back – he realises there's no way out!
Gravedigger: We have ourselves a flying cat!
Kenji launches himself over the top rope in a perfect cartwheel plancha and smashes into Jenson. Sending him flying into the steel behind him
Crowd: KUNO! KUNO! KUNO! KUNO!
Kuno then whips AJ into the OH REVERSAL!¬!
Kuno smashes into the steel steps on the other side of the ring as AJ still tries to shake off the cobwebs from his head.
Jimmy Garcia: AJ looks shellshocked here, I'm not sure he knows where he is!
Gravedigger: Well he knew how to send that cat freak into the steps!
Jimmy Garcia: Kuno shouldn't let AJ recover here. If he gets his head back in the game it could be dangerous for him.
Gravedigger: Does AJ drinking that potion help him get his head back in the game?
Jimmy Garcia: Let's see.
Jimmy Garcia: Looks that way. Look at him going to town on Kuno with that chair!
Jenson is standing over Kuno, repeatedly hitting him with a chair. Kuno doing his best to get out of the way, but the limited room outside the ring means he can't dodge too easily. Kuno decides to kick out and manages to kick the chair with enough force to rebound back into AJ's face as it came down. AJ falls to the floor and Kuno quickly rolls him back into the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: Smart strategy by Kuno there. He has more space to work with in the ring and can use his superior pace and agility to his advantage.
Gravedigger: Or try for the pin!
Kuno picks up AJ and whips him into the ropes. Leapfrog. Dropdown MOFUCKKIN KICK HIS HEAD OFF
Gravedigger: MY ANCESTORS FELT THAT
Jimmy Garcia: I THINK ANDRE JENSON KILLED KUNO KENJI WITH THAT HEEL KICK
Gravedigger: It's a good job he has 9 lives. I think that took 5 of them!
Jimmy Garcia: He's going to the top?
Gravedigger: Just like you mom on a good day Jimmy!
Jimmy Garcia: Does my mom give a picture perfect elbow drop like that?!
Jenson with the pin
Kuno kicks out!!!
Gravedigger: 4 left!
Jimmy Garcia: I think Jenson is looking to use them all now Digger! He's setting him up for the Natural 20!
Gravedigger: AND JENSON KICKS OUT!
Jimmy Garcia: HOW DID KUNO MANAGE TO REVERSE THAT INTO A ROLL UP?
Gravedigger: I KNOW, A FUCKIN' ROLL UP FROM A NATURAL 20!
Kuno quickly gets to his feet after the kickout, aiming a massive kick at AJ's head. With a high pitched NYYAAAA He tenses all of his muscles – fire seemingly coming from his hands and hair, if you weren't looking properly, you'd almost think he was flying.
Gravedigger: HE'S GOING SUPER SAYAN AGAIN!
Jimmy Garcia: I remember this!
Gravedigger: JENSON'S FUCKED!
After about thirty four different camera angles and a lot of colour, Kuno launches on Jenson a terrific volley of shots with his feet. He must hit him about 39 times a second or some ludicrous thing, it culminates in A stiff roundhouse to the side of the head. He goes for the pin
Gravedigger: HOW CAN HE GET UP?
Jimmy Garcia: I don't think he ca
Gravedigger: THAT WAS CLOSER THAN YOU ARE TO YOUR SISTER JIMMY!
Kuno decides that while Jenson is incapacitated he should go grab some weaponry. He rolls out of the ring and finds some tables, sliding them into the ring, then throws a number of chairs inside. He also finds one of his Kuno Kenji branded love pillows and shrugs, throwing that into the ring also. He sets up two tables in the middle of the ring. Then two more on top of that. Then a bunch of chairs on top of that. Then at the end, he gently places the pillow.
Jimmy Garcia: What's he thinking?
Gravedigger: I think he's going to try and put Jenson through that with a superplex!
Jimmy Garcia: Jenson's blocking it!
Jenson did indeed block it. He blocked it by half suplexing kuno out of the ring, half dumping him on the floor.
Jenson then dropped down from the top rope
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD! HE JUST BROKE THE CELL!
Jenson dropped down from the top rope indeed, went to the other side of the ring and hit Kuno with a massive suicide dive – sending them both flying into the cell again, smashing the door open.
The crowd at this point are going nuts. Needless to say.
Gravedigger: SNAKE EYES!
Jenson picks up Kuno and drops him face first onto the barrier at ringside. He then hits him with a series of kicks and punches, sending Kuno reeling to the announcers table. Jenson, now brandishing a kendo stick is stalking Kuno and whacking him with the stick at regular intervals. Kuno tries to avoid it by going up.
Gravedigger: IN WHICH WORLD IS THIS EVER A GOOD IDEA?
Kuno climbs up the cell as fast as his weary body takes him. Jenson, when he realises he can't hit him with a stick any more follows him.
Jimmy Garcia: There are chairs up there!
Gravedigger: WHAT SORT OF LOGIC PUTS CHAIRS AT THE TOP OF A CELL?
They both reach the top of the cell at approximately the same time. Kuno rolling to the top, thinking he had found a bit of relief, Jenson just behind him. Jenson tries to hit Kuno again with chairs.
Jimmy Garcia: Andre is trying to dual wield chairs?
Gravedigger: I guess?
Kuno manages to dodge most of the shots this time, rolling over and grabbing a chair of his own as Jenson tries to pound him with his chairs.
Jimmy Garcia: Kuno is using it as a shield Digger. It's a bit like Captain America!
Gravedigger: If Captain America was a flea ridden cat, you're right Garcia!
Kuno is on his feet now, fending off Jenson's double chair blows with his makeshift shield. He starts to sway side to side as Jenson is continually pounding away at him, waiting for...
Jimmy Garcia: The Standing Shiranui! Jenson has fallen through a panel in the ceiling!
Jenson did indeed go through a panel, the middle panel to be precise, and it was only down to a last minute constitution throw of the dice that he managed to soften the fall by grabbing onto the panel and falling onto the tables and chairs combo softly enough to not break them. He lay, looking to the hole in the hole in the ceiling.
A dice fell next to him.
Jimmy Garcia: DON'T DO IT KID!
Gravedigger: DO IT! JUMP!
The crowd are shouting as loudly as they can right now, a solid wall of noise. Kuno looks down to Jenson on the tables, looks at the crowd and smiles. Then leaps through the hole.
Jimmy Garcia: OH MY GOD!
Gravedigger: HOLY FUCKSTICKS!
Crowd: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Jimmy Garcia: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! KUNO KENJI JUST DID THE MOST CRAZY THING I'VE SEEN A GUY DO TONIGHT! HE'S LITERALLY IN HALF!
Gravedigger: A YARN BALL V2 FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL THROUGH THOSE TABLES AND CHAIRS!
Jimmy Garcia: JENSON LOOKS STUNNED! HE GOT OUT THE WAY JUST IN TIME! HIS EYES ARE WIDER THAN SAILOR MOONS!
Gravedigger: PIN HIM YOU IDIOT!
Jenson goes for the pin
Jimmy Garcia: THIS ONE IS OVER!!!!!
Gravedigger: NICE KNOWING YOU KUNO!!!
The crowd erupt.
Jimmy Garcia: HOW DID HE GET A SHOULDER UP FROM THAT?
Gravedigger: I DON'T THINK JENSON KNOWS WHAT TO DO!
Jenson is now on his knees, looking shocked. He tries to pin again
Jenson thinks for a moment, rolling his dice. He goes to the corner and starts to signal for the Critical hit!
Jimmy Garcia: HOW IS KUNO GETTING BACK UP?
Gravedigger: I HAVE NO IDEA!
Jenson starts the run up!
There is a flash
There is an almighty crash.
Kuno tries the pin
Jimmy Garcia: HE HIT HIM WITH THE FIREBALL!
Gravedigger: THE NERD PATROL IS FINALLY GOING!
JENSON KICKS OUT!
Now it's Kuno's turn to not believe it. He is literally crying in the ring at this point.
Jimmy Garcia: BOTH OF THESE MEN ARE ABSOLUTE WARRIORS. HOW THE HELL ARE EITHER OF THEM STILL GOING!?
Kuno now goes to the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: I THINK IT'S TIME FOR THE YARN BALL! HE'S PREENING!
Kuno is ready for Jenson to get up, waiting, like a lion ready to pounce. Jenson gets up and his hit by the Yarn Ball.... NO – REVERSED! Andre managed to side step it and drive his elbow into the side of Kenji. Like a flash he picks him up and hits him with a Natural 20. Then goes into the corner, ready for a Critical hit.
Kuno slowly makes his way back to his knees as Jenson is ready to strike. Kuno looks at him and bows in respect, wiping his ears as he does. Andre hesitates slightly, looking at his dice. He nods back at Kuno and throws them out of the ring, bringing a faint smile from Kuno.
Jimmy Garcia: CRITICAL HIT!
Gravedigger: Is this it?
DING DING DING
Andre Jenson's music hits as he lies on Kuno Kenji's body on his back. Both men truly spent. The crowd are going nuts. AJ is the first to stir. He sits up and turns over to see Kuno lying on his back. Tears in both men's eyes. He leans over to Kuno's face and says something to him before gingerly getting up. He looks at the crowd, with his hands on his hips, then turns around and helps Kuno to his feet.
Both men embrace and Jenson claps Kuno after the embrace, leaving the ring to Kuno, who is now standing in the ring alone. Hands over his face, sobbing. Michael starts to come down the ramp and slides into the ring, embracing Kuno. He is shortly followed by a number of members of the manga community, all of which are applauding him, and so are the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: A standing ovation here for a stand up guy! I guess, ladies and gentlemen, that 9 lives was just not enough.
Gravedigger: OH COME ON! THAT WAS A PATHETIC LINE! ARE YOU CRYING? FOR GOD'S SAKE SOMEONE GO TO COMMERCIAL!
FUCK SAKE. COMMERCIAL!
Steel Cage Match
Andre Holmes vs Celeste Mallory
The cage lowers as the fans in Chicago start to cheer…
Jimmy Garcia: “The cage is being lowered and talk about a match that is personal, this has been going on for some time since the minute Celeste came to the UCI back in September of last year and in her first match won the Rising Stars Championship, it was a war of words at first and now we will see Celeste Mallory and Andre Holmes inside the steel cage. From home invasions to family ridicule, the apex was at Black Mass and the brawls afterwards ensued.”
Gravedigger: “Andre Holmes caused this, not anyone else. When that beautiful creature came to the UCI, he ridiculed her, he defamed her without reason and now it has come to bite him in the ass! Celeste will look for revenge and position one of these two for the World Title in the near future Jimmy, and here she is!
The arena goes dark. The pulsating sounds of the theme begin to play as the words begin to ring….
Thou Shall Not Fall….
Thou Shall Not Die….
Thou Shall Not Feel….
Thou Shall Not Kill……
“Cry Little Sister” by I Will Never Be The Same plays throughout the arena as Celeste Mallory slowly walks out and looks around as she smirks to the crowd. Her long dark brown hair is in a high ponytail and she flings it over her right shoulder before heading to the ring.
She stops to look around for a bit at the fans, Celeste even will approach some and rub her fingers across their faces before slowly approaching ringside, she walks around and stops where one man sits, he nods as she nods back and then makes her way to the announce table where Gravedigger is, she leans in and kisses him on the cheek before going to the cage….
Gravedigger: “She is a Goddess, Jimmy. I’m in love damn it. I may not be able to call this match objectively.”
Jimmy Garcia: “When are you ever objective? Who is the man she made eye contact with? Sitting in the front seat? We will find out.”
Celeste walks up to the cage, she feels the steel, looking up at the monstrous structure for a moment before walking into cage and into the ring. She spreads her arms out in the middle of the ring and looks over at the referee, smiles and winks at him gesturing for him to help her take off the leather jacket which he does, she then turns, smiles and winks at him.
Afterwards, she lays across the bottom rope in the corner as she waits for Andre to come out patiently….
Gravedigger: “Does she not look ready Jimmy!? Does she not look ready to make someone bleed!?”
Jimmy Garcia: “She does and what I am being told is the man sitting in the front is indeed Victor Mason, we have seen him on Twitter talking to Celeste and her mother on the Social Media, he comes from the famous Mason wrestling clan, so many wrestlers finding UCI as the premiere place.”
Gravedigger: “Here comes the former champion and honestly do you think Mason is here just to watch?”
Jimmy Garcia: “I somehow doubt that.”
A slow but assuring guitar riff broken up in a DJent pattern starts playing with the lights in the arena shutting off to illuminate gray colored images of Andre Holmes on the titantron.
"Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face.
Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." A rise of smoke emerges behind him in single-line fashion as he stops center of the entrance path to raise his arms in the air, and a release a primal scream.
Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. He arrives at the cage and shaking the structure for a moment before climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. A spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect. Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring to stay in an unoccupied corner where he removes his hoodie, and tosses it to the outside. Standing in an unoccupied corner, Andre warms up, and he tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves in the corner….
Taylor Lorde: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The crowd screams all in unison “ONE FALL!”
Taylor Lorde: “And it is inside a Steel Cage! Introducing first From Houston, TX. Weighing in at 201 pounds, he is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!”
He raises his arms as the crowd roars. Celeste looks on in her black and red wrestling ensemble, her hair in a high ponytail and fists taped, one with a glove on her hand. Holmes looks back in his black and silver tights, stretching….
Taylor Lorde: “His opponent hails from the Cotswold’s, England! Weighing in at 120 pounds, she is The Pretty Little Devil…. Celeste Mallory!”
The boos sound as Celeste stands there with a smile on her face staring right at Andre Holmes. The referee on the outside locks the cage door with the chain after Lorde exits the ring, the referee inside calls for the bell…
DING! DING! DING!
Celeste charges across the ring and jumps on Andre! She starts to punch and claw away at him not giving Holmes a chance to cover up, he forces her into the turnbuckle and unloads with some fists left and right stunning her in the corner but she quickly does the same and rakes his eyes, Andre blinded for a second staggers back only to receive a running clothesline knocking Andre to the mats, Celeste drops down and starts biting him in the forehead, the Relentless one screams in pain while the referee tries to get her back but she pushes him away and goes back to scratching and biting his face. She gets up and screams, wiping some blood from her mouth before laughing….
Jimmy Garcia: “Celeste is like a caged animal right now! She is trying to bite Andre’s face off!”
Gravedigger: “She will eat him alive! This is just, this bastard deserves it Jimmy!”
Holmes gets up, Celeste quickly grabs him by the back of the head and runs him into the cage but he reverses and throws Celeste face first as the crowd roars, she falls back rolling in the ring, he picks her up again and points to the cage before he throws her again into the cage, the crowd roars again as she rolls around and is cut open. Andre starts to kick her over and over on the mat before dropping to the mat and punching her causing her cut to open more and start to cover her face in blood early in the match. Holmes picks up Celeste and throws her into the turnbuckle, he charges in and Celeste gets the boot up, he staggers back and she attempts a reverse back kick but Andre ducks and uses her momentum to deliver a belly to belly suplex.
He hooks the leg for the cover….
Celeste Kicks Out!
Andre grabs her by the hair and snapmares her over not once, not twice but three times followed by a stiff kick to the middle back and then a dropkick to the back of her head snapping her back and hooking the leg for the cover….
Kick Out by Celeste!
Jimmy Garcia: “Andre taking control of this match after Celeste started off a house of fire and we all know that these two will go to hell and back in order to win!”
Gravedigger: “Hell is where the heart is of the Pretty Little Devil!”
Andre gets up and picks up Celeste, he goes for a package Pile Driver, picking her up but she lands on her feet and flips Andre over on his back, he quickly gets up and meets the mat in a thunderous Spinebuster! Celeste rolls over and picks up Andre throwing him into the cage. She grabs the back of his head and starts to scrape it back and forth cutting him open and watching the blood flow. She screams before slamming his face again into the cage. He falls back holding his head while Celeste climbs the top rope and holds on to the cage, Holmes is laid out on the mat as Celeste The Devil’s Spike!
The elbow hits the chest of Andre Holmes, hooking the far leg…..
Kick Out by Holmes!
Celeste wipes her eyes from the blood and slowly gets up, she grinds her foot into his face, before kicking him repeatedly in the head, she steps back some and takes a deep breath. Holmes get on his fours and she punt kicks him right in the head buckling Holmes as he crumbles to the mat!
Jimmy Garcia: “What a punt! That was a 50 yard field goal! Celeste might have knocked him out with that! He’s not moving!”
Gravedigger: “She kicked his brains in! He was already a retard but now he’ll be a drooling one! Pin her baby girl!”
Celeste rolls Andre over and goes for the pinfall…..
3…No! Andre Holmes gets a shoulder up!
Celeste shoots a glare at the referee who holds two fingers up. Walks over, grabs Andre’s legs and tries to lock Frailty, the elevated Crab, Andre fights as she turns him over and rests her knee on the back of his neck. He starts to scream as Celeste wrenches back and screams “ASK HIM!”….
Andre Holmes shakes his head, screaming in pain as Celeste wrenches back further and further. The blood pours from Andre and Celeste’s heads. He teases tapping but at the last second he starts to stretch and make his way to the ropes, she wrenches back yelling at him to quit but he screams no. The crowd roars for Andre, chanting his name….
Jimmy Garcia: “Andre Holmes is in a lot of trouble, my God! How much more can he go. These two have gone hard at each other, their first encounter was an incredible match but this one here, the cage has already played a factor and both are losing a lot of blood, that has to be affecting the stamina of both competitors!”
Gravedigger: “Celeste’s mother is Mary Beth Mallory! That means she is enjoying every single minute of this right now Jimmy! The longer it goes the stronger she gets, this is what her mother prepared her for!”
The crowd continues to cheer as he reaches over to Celeste leg and trips her up, he twists around and tries to get up while Celeste slowly gets up, she wipes the blood from her face and charges at Andre hitting him with a knee, knocking him to the mats. She uses the ropes to choke him out, the referee tries to stop her but she pushes him away and chokes him out some more, he finally administers the count….
Celeste breaks the hold
She picks up Andre Holmes and looks at her hand before she tries to apply the Stir of Echoes, the crowd boos then cheers when Andre uses all his force to stop the hand from squeezing his brains in. He fights as she continues to try and clamp the hold but he spins her around and hits The Dancehall Party!
Jimmy Garcia: “The Dancehall Party! The crowd cheering with every chop! Celeste is stunned!”
Gravedigger: “Block it baby girl!”
She can’t block them as it turns to kicks and finally the exploder suplex against the turnbuckle as the crowd roars! Andre gets up and screams, slamming the mats a few times as Celeste lays crumbled in the corner. He gets up and walks over to Celeste, drags her out of that corner before pushing her back in and delivering Trapped in The Corner. After the lariats, Celeste goes lip and rest her had on his chest before he finishes it off with a T-Bone Suplex, the crowd chants for Andre as he slowly covers Celeste hooking the near leg….
3…No! Celeste gets a shoulder up!
Andre looks at the referee wide-eyed, he two can’t believe what she has done kicking out. He picks her up by the hair and throws her into the cage, she falls into the ropes and lays on the apron. Andre picks her up again and throws her to the other side of the cage as the crowd roars more and more. Andre finally picks up Celeste in the corner and runs across the ring in a Liger Bomb!
Gravedigger: “No! Noooooooo! Kick out Baby girl!”
Jimmy Garcia: “Andre Holmes may have this! He goes for the cover!”
He hooks her legs for the cover in a seated position….
3…NO! Shoulder Up by Celeste!
Andre’s eyes widen, he can’t believe that she kicked out! He slides off, rolling out on to his knees. Celeste breathes heavy but she starts to roll on her side. Andre gets up and picks her up by the hair, she throws her against the ropes and follows through with a clothesline but she slides out of the way at the last second, Holmes bounces chest first off the buckle and Celeste hits an Enzinguiri, causing him to stumble and then Celeste kicks the back of his leg and finishes with flying neckbreaker! The Pretty Little Devil falls to her knees trying to get her bearings. She gets up and drags up Holmes to his feet, she runs against the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Andre Holmes ducks and runs against the ropes, she bounces back the other way and hits Pretty Poison!
Gravedigger: “She took his head off with that kick! Holmes is done! Holmes is done!”
Jimmy Garcia: “We have seen so many people go down to that hold and she hit him flush on the face! Celeste goes for the pin!”
The Pretty Little Devil drops for the cover and hooks the leg….
3….NO! Shoulder up by Andre Holmes!
Celeste looks up wide-eyed, she can’t believe it! Once again she goes for the cover….
3…NO! Kick Out by Andre!
Celeste screams and starts to punch him repeatedly. She stands up and delvers elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow before finally a leg drop. She covers him for the pin….
3…NO! Shoulder Up by Andre!
Celeste stands up and paces the ring. She points to crowd when suddenly someone in a black hood hops the barrier and throws the referee on the outside into the steel cage.
Jimmy Garcia: “What the hell is this!? Look at Victor Mason!?”
Gravedigger: “Celeste planned this perfectly! She had a plan and took Andre’s words to heart!”
The hooded figure looks under the ring and takes out a chair, they grab the key from the referee and opens the cage, Mason yells out orders as the hooded figure slides the chair in and closes the cage, they stand guarding the door as Celeste grabs the chair and slams it on the back of Holmes. He screams in pain and Celeste picks him up, she throws him against the turnbuckle and positions the chair on the mat. With all her power, she hoists Andre up to the top turnbuckle and climbs up locking him in a front facelock….
Gravedigger: “This will be the critical blow! Celeste will finally get her revenge!”
Jimmy Garcia: “This doesn’t look good for Andre! She has that chair set and who is that outside the ring!?”
Celeste tries to get him over but Andre Holmes fights back, he punches Celeste in the side a few times, she fights back but he headbutts her, Celeste almost falls back and then he forearms her face as she falls off and lands flat on the chair! The crowd roars as Andre looks down at Celeste who is motionless. He climbs up and then looks up to the top of the cage….
Jimmy Garcia: “What is he doing!? What is Andre Holmes thinking!?”
Gravedigger: “Oh God, get up Baby Girl! She hit that chair hard! Get up Celeste!”
Andre climbs up the cage and gets to the very top. The entire crowd is on their feet looking up at Andre balances with his back toward the crowd he looks down and hits The Deadline Trap from the top of the cage on Celeste laying on the chair as the arena explodes!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Gravedigger: “NO! Baby girl! She’s dead, my God he killed her!”
Jimmy Garcia: “Holmes hurt himself to! He has to make a cover and this match is over! Come on Andre, make the cover damn it!”
Holmes rolls around for a few seconds before finally rolling on top of Celeste as the referee drops down for the count, the crowd counts with Holmes….
3…. NO! Celeste gets her shoulder up!
The crowd is stunned, Holmes is shocked as he looks at the referee and he holds up two fingers. Andre Holmes is beside himself, wondering what he has to do to beat Celeste!
Gravedigger: “Doubt her again! Doubt her again! All that and she was able to get her shoulder up! Mary has her ready!”
Jimmy Garcia: “My God! What is it going to take!? What will it take to beat Celeste!? He sacrificed everything and Andre is hurt too, he might have cracked some ribs!”
Andre slowly gets up by the help from the ropes, he walks over and lifts up Mallory by the hair, locks turns her around and applies the rear naked choke! He has the choke as Mallory gasps for air!
Jimmy Garcia: “He has the choke! The same move Celeste beat him the first time and he used on her at Black Mass!”
Gravedigger: “He is trying to choke her out because he can’t beat her any other way!”
The crowd chants “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”. Celeste backwards pushing Andre into the turnbuckle, trying anything she can to break the hold as she starts to fade, she rams him again and again until Holmes finally breaks it holding his side where he may have injured it. Celeste then rolls behind him and locks in the rear naked choke on Andre as the crowd boos, she jumps on his back and wraps her legs around the waist of Andre….
Gravedigger: “Turnabout is fair play! Choke that son of a bitch out Baby Girl!”
Jimmy Garcia: “Celeste has the choke, my God! She beat him with this move before! She is trying to choke the life out of him!”
Celeste continues the choke as Andre fades, he drops to one knee while the bloody Celeste screams tightening the choke. Andre with one last gasp gets up and falls backwards on the chair causing Celeste to crash hard, she lets go and screams in pain, arching her back as he tries to get his breath. Andre gets up slowly as Celeste, he turns and attempts a kick but he misses as Celeste sideswipes, he turns and she clamps in the Stir of Echoes! The Claw is clamped in on the bloody face of Andre Holmes! He screams and tries to fight it off but she tightens the grip harder and harder, wanting to finish the move with her STO but hasn’t weekend him enough…..
Andre fights, the blood rushing down his face as the crowd looks on aghast! He starts to fade again as Celeste is about to finish the move with the STO when Andre with a last ditch effort punches her in the face a few times, she loosens the hold and steps back, Andre staggers and she goes for the hold again but he kicks the knee from under her dropping her down to her knees, he then hits the Thrust Kick! The crowd roars….
Gravedigger: “Not like this!”
Jimmy Garcia: “Stick a fork in Celeste this one is over!”
Andre drops down on Celeste for the cover hooking the leg….
3…NO! Celeste gets her shoulder up!
The crowd again is stunned! Andre Holmes is wide eyed, he can’t believe she kicked out again. He tries to get to his feet, exhausted and grabs Celeste by the hair, he picks her up to her knees and is about to step back to Thrust Kick again but she flies her forearm right into his groin stopping Andre Holmes in his tracks. He drops to one knee and tries to get strength back in his lower body but he can’t…..
Jimmy Garcia: A sickening low blow into the groin of Andre Holmes! Oh my God! He can barely even stand from that blow!
Gravedigger: Not like he needs any more kids!
From the sweat of her brow, Celeste rubs her cheek and looks at the cage wall in front of her. Andre is rolling back and forth on the canvas, covering his jewels. She slaps the mat and marches on her feet to the ropes, hands tightly grappled with the steel mesh of the cage wall. Mallory begins her ascent up to the cage, ready to get the hell out.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Saint Remi: YES! SHE’S GOING TO WIN, EAT YOUR WORDS ANDRE! THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL KARMA!
She’s already at the top of the cage and puts her other leg over. Andre shoots back up to his feet, fighting against the pain she caused him. He hops onto the top rope then springboards to the edge of the top of the wall. He slowly pulls himself up and wraps a handful of her hair, dragging her ass back to the top with him.
Gravedigger: LET GO OF HER HAIR, NO WAY TO TREAT A WOMAN!
Andre bounces her head off the steel which causes her nose to start bleeding. He smashes her head into the steel piece again and Celeste is dragged up to sit in front of him. The two are a sitting on the top of the cage looking at each other, forehead to forehead. Breathing heavily as they both wrap their hands behind their neck and start wailing each other with forearms.
Jimmy Garcia: THEY’RE TOO HIGH UP! WE CAN BARELY SEE THEM FROM THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Celeste slaps the taste out of Andre’s mouth and how does he pay her back? He latches his teeth deep into the flesh of her neck, biting her. She screams, holding onto him to try and shove him off but luckily no blood was shown. Just harsh bite marks as the two hold onto each other while standing on the narrow passage of the steel structure.
Gravedigger: Woah, woah, woah! Guys, think about this, think about this!
Saint Remi: WE NEED TO MOVE NOW!
Celeste and Andre doesn’t care. The two hold onto each other as they both toss themselves from the top of the Steel Cage and barrage their bodies through the announce table, exploding it into pieces. The commentators duck out of the way as the carnage has been set, the Chicago crowd in the UCI Warehouse jump out of their seats!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Celeste Mallory and Andre Holmes lie in the wreckage still clinging to each other but they’re both out of commission. The referee along with medical personnel from the back all rush to the wrestlers’ location. Stretchers are even dragged along, the referee waves his arms signalling this match to end in a draw.
Saint Remi; Holy shit…
Gravedigger: IS MY BABY ALRIGHT? PLEASE BE ALRIGHT!
Jimmy Garcia: The referee has declared this match a draw, he can’t tell who hit the ground first! HOLY FUCK! THEY TOOK EACH OTHER OFF THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE AND BURIED THEMSELVES THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! WHAT WILL HAPPEN BETWEEN CELESTE MALLORY AND ANDRE HOLMES NOW?! COMMERCIAL, PLEASE!
UCI World Heavyweight Championship
Kevin Bishop © vs Dion Necurat
We come to the Co-Main Event of the night, that looks to see two Brotherhood members go head to head for THE UCI World Heavyweight Championship. The question is, is there more to this fight of “Teacher vs. Student” than what meets the eye? We cut to the cameras showing Jimmy Garcia, Gravedigger, and special guest commentator wrestler, Saint Remi.
Jimmy Garcia: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the UCI Warehouse in Chicago, Illinois, we are fast approaching our Co-Main event of the evening and we are joined by my partner Gravedigger and special guest commentator, Jonah Saint Remington.”
Gravedigger: “He’d rather you call him Saint Remi, Jimmy, get it right.”
Saint Remi: “It’s true Lilian, it’s damn true.”
Jimmy Garcia: “Whatever, so looks like our World title match is about to being, let’s go to ringside.”
DING DING DING!
Taylor Lorde: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a singles one fall match and it is for the United Championship Infinite World Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP!”
"Domination" by Symphony X begins to play throughout the Arena. "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards march down the aisle, lining up 10 on one side and 10 on the other leading down to the ring and stand at attention.
A quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold appears carrying "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat and makes its way down the aisle as if entering the Roman Colosseum ready to do battle and circles the ring and stops.
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat enters the ring. The quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold makes its way back up the aisle and disappears followed by "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards marching in a two by two formation.
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat, standing in the middle of the ring, drawing a Gladius from the hip and starts banging the hilt against a custom made Vibranium/steel alloy Spartan shield calling out his opponent to engage him into a fight to the death.
"The Legion" of "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat's fans stand in unison to cheer their warrior as gold coins in Dion Necurat's likeness rains down on him in the center of the ring. He looks out to "The Legion", "The Legion" gives "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat the thumbs up and gives his opponent the thumbs down, meaning "Death!"
Taylor Lorde: “Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota! Standing at 6’5” and weighing in at 270 lbs… HE IS THE CRIMSON GLADIATOR, DION NECURAT!”
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat raises both arms holding the Gladius and custom made Spartan shield wide out over his head in praise to the crowd and let's out a Gladiator bloodcurdling scream.
Jimmy Garcia: “Dion is looking a bit more focused here tonight, than what we’ve seen of him as of late in the UCI…”
Gravedigger: “It’s for THE GOLD, Jimmy, of course he’s more focused!”
Saint Remi: “Pssh, this chode is going to go down faster than a pint of Ben and Jerry’s at Andre’s house after a craving hits.”
Gravedigger: “Speaking of Andre, I hope his baby shower goes off without a hitch, especially after his tough fight tonight with Celeste Mallory…”
Jimmy Garcia: “With all that said, looks like our World champion is making his entrance.”
The lights in the arena go black and a hush falls upon the fans when the tron lights up pure white. “Unholy Confessions” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over head and white strobes beam down on the stage where a throne reminiscent of the Game of Thrones throne, is occupied by The Plague Kevin Bishop who is wearing a pure white hooded robe. He sits with his head lowered and bobbing along to the music, before standing up with his title held high with his right hand. He throws his hood back to reveal he‘s wearing a charred plague doctors mask. He slowly walks down the ramp with his title over his right shoulder and both of his arms held out slapping hands of the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin removes his mask and tosses it to the crowd, then runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his arms and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. As the sparks dissipate he takes the robe off and hands it to a ring aid outside and he turns back around to stare at Dion who stands with his arms crossed leaning against the far corner.
Taylor Lorde: “And the champion, from New York, New York! Standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 245 lbs… HE IS THE PLAGUE, KEVIN BISHOP!”
Kevin holds the title in the air, staring directly at Dion and then holding out to the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: “The fans are going crazy for their champion tonight, partner.”
Gravedigger: “Ha, I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder.”
Saint Remi: “Dude bro, I couldn’t miss a moment of being here in UCI, I don’t know how this Bishop guy does it.”
Jimmy Garcia: “How am I not surprised, Remi? You never wanting to leave and/or shut up…”
Gravedigger: “Hey now, why don’t you show Remi a bit of respect.”
Jimmy Garcia: “How about we just sit here and call the match, huh?”
Kevin Bishop hands the title to the ref and he throws the signal to the time keeper.
DING DING DING!
Bishop and Dion both step to the center to shake hands. They do so and they back away from each other, measuring one another up.
Jimmy Garcia: “These two have been together for a long time, I see this being a hell of match with the two knowing each other's moves so well.”
Gravedigger: “Doesn’t look like they’re waiting that long to tie up.”
Bishop and Dion lock up and Dion gets the upper hand, irish whipping the champ across the ring into the ropes. Dion lowers his shoulder to catch Bishop with a back body drop, but Bishop anticipates it and catches Dion with a lifting knee right below the chin. Dion drops to the mat, but quickly finds his feet to get back into Bishop’s face, who looks to be smiling and pointing to his temple.
Jimmy Garcia: “The Brotherhood leader showing his cunning there, partner…”
Saint Remi: “Ha, is that what cunning looks like, Jimmy? I had no idea.”
Dion locks up with Bishop again and instead of irish whipping him he irish whips him into a standing clothesline, taking Bishop to the mat, followed up by a quick elbow drop. Dion gets to his feet and follows up with another elbow drop. Dion stands back up and points down to Bishop before hitting the ropes to return with a leaping elbow drop, that Bishop rolled out of the way of, causing Dion to hit the mat. Bishop kips up and Dion stands back up, they stand across from one another.
Jimmy Garcia: “Quite the exchange there.”
Gravedigger: “I don’t know, I thought there’d be more action than this so far…”
Just as Gravedigger finishes what he’s saying, Bishop takes Dion down with a dropkick.
Jimmy Garcia: “You spoke too soon, Digger, Bishop with an impressive dropkick there.”
Gravedigger: “Yeah, yeah…”
Bishop exit’s the ring to the apron and waits for Dion to stand up. As Dion finds his feet he is met by Bishop spring boarding off the top rope and connecting with a flying knee to the side of Dion’s head. Bishop drops down for the pin attempt…
Dion gets the shoulder up and Bishop goes from pin attempt into an cross armbar.
Jimmy Garcia: “What a nice fluid transition from our World champ there.”
Bishop yanks Dion’s arm back and Dion starts to stomp the mat with one foot to try to get hyped. Dion’s other arm starts shaking and he pulls himself up enough to lift Bishop off the mat with his arm still wrapped up. Dion power bombs Bishop to the mat and goes for the cover.
Jimmy Garcia: “Dion is trying a lot here to keep Bishop down, but to no avail.”
Bishop finds his feet and Dion does the same, they’re left standing across from each other again. Dion demands Bishop to bring it and Bishop doesn’t hesitate as he throws a low kick to Dion’s knee. Dion returns with a forearm shot to Bishop’s brow and Bishop lands a spinning back fist that stuns Dion back. Bishop ducks a punch and Russian leg sweeps Dion to the mat, locking on an Octopus stretch in a fluid motion.
Jimmy Garcia: “I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty impressed with our champ’s chain wrestling here tonight.”
Gravedigger: “How do you attack a warrior? Take away his ability to strike you.”
Saint Remi: “Dion being turned into a human pretzel here… Damn, do you guys have pretzels at the table?”
Bishop tightens the move and Dion finally starts to rock their bodies towards the ropes. After several excruciating seconds Dion gets the rope break. Dion and Kevin both get up and eye each other. The men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, with Bishop getting the advantage. Dion slaps Kevin’s side then sends him into the ropes and nails him with an armdrag takedown transitioned into an armbar.
Saint Remi: Boooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Jimmy Garcia: The champ and challenger are showing great ring awareness and technical prowess and your..
Gravedigger: He said boring, it fits better.
The Crimson Gladiator slams his elbow down into the heart of the champion not once, not twice, but three times. Dion lets the armbar go, and picks Bishop up. Dion puts the champ into an abdominal stretch, really pulling on the midsection and wearing down Bishop.
Saint Remi: These guys gonna do anything entertaing at all tonight?
Gravedigger: Most likely not, given whos in the match.
Saint Remi: Well not everyone can be as entertaining as me Digger.
Kevin fights out with a hip toss. He whips Dion against the ropes and he catches them in a lower waist double leg like takedown suplexing the opponent overhead and dropping them face first, then taking them over into a elevated single leg boston crab.
Saint Remi: Ohhhhhhhhhhh snap! Challengers in trouble now with that move thing he did there!
Jimmy Garcia: He calls that the Cast Out Remi.
Saint Remi: Yea whatever, the spartan man just got a rope break, so not that cool.
Dion stands using the ropes and Kevin runs at him, but Dion drops down and the momentum of the champ sends him flying over the top rope. Dion slides out and slams Kevin into the barracade.
Saint Remi: Oh its picking up!
Jimmy Garcia: Refs at 3.
The two wrestling warriors are now over by the commentary desk, Bishop lands a series of chops but gets dropped with a big boot.
Gravedigger: Oh Dion’s clearing our table something big could be happening here guys.
Saint Remi: OH! Jimmy hope you didn't wet yourself there! I know you're not a competitor like me and dig.
Jimmy Garcia:Holy Crap! The Crimson Gladiator just delivered Kevin Bishop through our announce table via spinebuster!!!!
Saint Remi: WE know we’re standing right here dude. He always like this?
Gravedigger:Yeah pretty much, and Dion gets the lifeless champ back into the ring before the ten count.
Jimmy Garcia: Dion going for a pin!
Saint Remi: Oh but can't get the job done, typical.
Dion lifts the champion up and slams him down with the godslayer
Saint Remi: GOD-SLAYER! NO! NO! BISHOP IS BACK UP AND HE’S CLOCKED HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!
Bishop has had enough and drags Dion over to the corner. He hoists him up on the top turnbuckle while he climb up onto the middle turnbuckle. Arm over the shoulder, hands clasped on the leg. He leaps backwards to land a thudding Exploder Suplex from the Top Rope!
Jimmy Garcia: THE S.R.N! IT’S OVER! HERE’S THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: OH COME ON!
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and STILL the UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Kevin Bishop!
Jimmy Garcia: Kevin Bishop gave Dion Necurat a shot at the UCI World Heavyweight Championship out of respect for his Brotherhood member but proved once again why he is the World Champion here in the UCI. Amazing performance from Dion Necurat and hope to see more of him.
Watch The Throne Tournament Finals
Loser enters Infinity Match at #1
Alex Richards vs Stevie Corah
UCI has returned to where it all started, Chicago, Illinois in the sacred UCI Warehouse. It has been sold out the moment the company announced it’s return. Every seat filled by a raving passionate UCI fan and the house can never be brought down ever. The cameras are now focused on Gravedigger and Jimmy Garcia sat behind the commentary table, ready to call the action for the last time on the Watch The Throne PPV.
Jimmy Garcia: We are back where it all started, the UCI Warehouse. What better location for the main event of the evening! Finally, the Watch The Throne Tournament is coming to an end where the finals include Stevie Corah and one half of the current UCI Tag Team Champions, Stevie Corah. The incentive is not only a World Championship shot but the loser enters the Infinity Match at unlucky #1.
Gravedigger: Which will be Alex Richards! I apologize if I sound rude--wait, I don’t. This is going to be another night a Guardian loses so much! You want to know why? Because-
Saint Remi: Because The Guardians are outdated and very rude on social media. I cannot stand Alex Richards nor Andre Holmes. Bonnie baby, if you’re watching this, I love you. Please text me back.
Jimmy Garcia: Grave?
Jimmy Garcia: What is he doing here?
Gravedigger: The fuck do I care?
Jimmy Garcia: Anyways...everything spells opportunity in this match. Stevie Corah could finally get that World Championship match he’s been pursuing all his career and Alex Richards has another chance to become UCI’s first ever multiple reigning World Champion. Let’s not waste your time anymore! Here is the MAIN EVENT!
Saint Remi: No really Bonnie please. Call me!
The cameras in the UCI Warehouse pan around the interior. Showing the diverse culture of die hard UCI fans attending the most prestigious to UCI’s promotion. This match, this main event. So many opportunities yet so little time. Alex Richards and Stevie Corah are both shown preparing backstage on the big screen, both competitors ready to sacrifice everything inside that square kingdom.
Crowd: UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI! UCI!
Inside the center of the ring, a tall golden statue with a King’s crown rests at the top. All lights are shut off except the heavenly light of God shining over that golden monument. The Chicago bathing in it’s glory but only one man will conquer this tournament and become royalty inside the ring.
Gravedigger: There it is. The Watch The Throne Tournament trophy. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Celeste Mallory’s ass.
Saint Remi: You mean Bonnie’s ass.
Gravedigger: Fuck off faggot!
“Anarchy in the UK” by Sex Pistols receives a horrifying reaction. Stevie Corah slowly makes his way to center stage, ripping off the white cap of that alcoholic beverage with his teeth. He doesn’t drink it as he usually does. Instead, Corah tips the bottle and pours all the liquid in a puddle before his feet then drops the microphone. It’s clear that the man who likes to run his mouth will speak only through his actions.
With every step down that aisle to the ring, Stevie’s eyes are boiling to win the match. He doesn’t even care about the fans stretching their arms out to touch him behind the barricade. That march down to the ring, fists tightened in a ball at his sides, the muscles in his body tensing up, all means that Stevie wants to be the inaugural Watch The Throne winner and the number one contender for the World Title.
Gravedigger: I remember the day Stevie Corah beat the utter shit out of Bonnie Blue to become the UCI Intercontinental Champion. It was one of his greatest accomplishments inside that UCI ring and I pray to whatever God that exists that Stevie Corah beats Alex Richards. No more Guardians!
Stevie slowly climbs up to the top of the steel steps. He holds onto the ring post and takes one good long look at the fans at ringside discouraging him from getting inside the ring. Obviously the UCI Warehouse is solidly behind the Guardians from the start. His response was simple, flip off all the fans at ringside then quickly get through the ropes.
Saint Remi: I’m a jealous man. Stevie got his hands on Bonnie before I did?! Yuck! Bonnie deserves a man who knows how to treat a woman right and I’ll treat the Daughter of Time like a Goddess. Bonnie, my love for you shall never end!
Wearing black knee high shorts. White trainers with black Nike logo. Tape around one wrist. He has a cross shaped scar on his chest. Stevie slowly walks around the trophy guarded by the referee and Taylor Lorde. He analyzes it up and down then marches into his designated corner. Like standing on a pedestal, Corah gives the fans at ringside a few scornful insults.
Jimmy Garcia: Stevie Corah has no secret history with The Guardians! His battles against Bonnie Blue shall be told forever in the history books. Now it’s a new chapter in his career, the fight against Alex Richards to crown the first ever Watch The Throne winner! This is by far his biggest match in his UCI journey and he will do everything he can to seal this chapter with a happy ending!
His entrance music fades and the crowd can be clearly heard throwing disrespectful chants and boos in his direction. Stevie walks back and forth in his corner, his eyes hasn’t even turned away from the stage. Silence grows, Corah knows who is coming. He prepared for this day and he knows in his heart that his time to rise has come.
Crowd: ALEX RICHARDS! ALEX RICHARDS! ALEX RICHARDS! ALEX RICHARDS!
“I’m Not Like Everybody Else” by The Kinks officially begins after that entertaining guitar solo playing around the interior. Everyone gets off their seats, praising the UCI Tag Team Champion, Alex Richards, strutting his way to the center stage. He cracks open that Zim-Quilla soda and raises his black doctor’s bag before pouring that drink down in his mouth. Of course, it’s always happy hour in the UCI.
Alex makes his way down the aisle, accepting the kind gestures of his loyal fans behind the barricade. It’s no secret that he wants to beat the pissed off Stevie as Alex continues walking down the aisle holding the doctor’s bag close. The UCI Tag Team Championship belt around his waist but their eyes don’t break away from each other. Two tyrants, two giants and two forces ready to collide.
Jimmy Garcia: The longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion and 2016’s World Champion of the Year. Alex has truly reached the peak of competition and has dominated the landscape of UCI. To add the Watch The Throne inaugural crowning of his career would elevate to heights a competitor could never imagine.
Wearing Alex wears a pair of black jeans and a orange t shirt with the slogan Drink Zim-Quila You Didn't Need Your Liver Anyways. He occasionally wears various colored ties to the ring as well depending on his mood. He always carries his black doctor's bag to the ring with him which can be loaded with absolutely anything from weapons, to a good stiff drink, to chicken wings, to a spare pair of underwear. You name it, it might be in the bag.
Gravedigger: ...Fuck Alex Richards. Respect what he accomplished but FUCK HIM!
Alex is in his corner standing on the middle turnbuckle. The UCI Tag Team Championship belt raised in his right hand, powering his right arm in the air. All of Chicago are behind him and he gets down to look at that golden statue not two feet away from him. He nods at that statue, picturing himself holding it high above his head. Stevie warns him that his time will never come so Richards has a lot to prepare for.
Saint Remi: Hey look, it’s Andre’s baby daddy and my THIRD WHEEL!
Once his music fades, both competitors are warming up in their designated corners. Chicago cheering as loud as they can for their favoured Guardian while Corah is constantly flipping them off. The referee nods at Taylor Lorde. She steps up with the camera focused on her dressed in her signature blue dress and black high heels.
Ding Ding Ding!
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our Main Event of the evening! It is the Watch The Throne Tournament Finals match to crown our inaugural annual winner! The loser will enter the Infinity Match at #1 while the winner will be granted a World Championship Match at Infinity!
Taylor Lorde: Introducing first! Hailing from Brixton, South London! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 280 pounds. He is “Pure Brixton Brutality” Stevie Corah!
Stevie Corah pays no mind to the boisterous Chicago crowd. He points at the trophy then over to Alex gesturing that he’s going to win the match. Richards shakes his head, a confident smirk emerging on his face.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from any place that needs, pain, suffering or Zim-Quilla! At six feet, four inches tall, weighing in at 345 pounds. He is one half of the UCI Tag Team Champions, “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” Alex Richards!
Alex hands the championship belt to a ringside crew member and Taylor Lorde is escorted out of the ring. The referee hands the trophy to be secured at ringside while nodding at both competitors opposing each other. Everything in motion, the main event is NOW!
Ding Ding Ding!
Alex and Stevie don’t leave their corners just yet. The two large heavyweights haven’t broken eye contract, a sense of pride and dominance are contested through looking into one’s eyes. After a few moments, both men are circling the ring at an equal distance and pace. Taking their time, no rush as they formulate game plans and strategies to get the upper hand early in the match.
Crowd: ALEX RICHARDS! FUCK YOU CORAH! ALEX RICHARDS! FUCK YOU CORAH!
They lock up in the center of the ring and Alex gets the first chance on pushing his opponent back into the corner. Stevie holds up his hands as he’s nearly leaned over into the turnbuckles; The referee is obligated to begin the count:
Alex steps back and heeds the referee’s orders. Stevie pushes Alex then flips him off and how does the crowd respond? They boo him, simple as that. Richards smiles and creates more space between them by backing up then the two giants circle the ring again. They meet up inside the center of the ring to lock up again but Stevie now applies a Side Headlock. He pulls Alex’s head down to his level and wrenched on it as hard as he can.
Jimmy Garcia: The match has already started and Stevie Corah begins the pace with the technical grappling. Currently keeping Richards secure in the hold, wrenching down on that Side Headlock.
Richards however slips his out from behind and takes his right arm. He bends it upwards against his spine in a Hammerlock and Corah is stuck in the center of the ring. A few taps on the shoulder, the referee leans in to see how the submission is. Corah switches around to his back now apply the Hammerlock leaving Richards to fend off the harsh hold affecting his right arm.
Crowd: LET’S GO ALEX! LET’S GO ALEX! LET’S GO ALEX! LET’S GO ALEX!
Saint Remi: Yeah know Alex knows how it feels to be in a tight situation, get it?
Gravedigger: Oh God…
Alex spins out of the hold but still has the right arm in his grasp. He launches his opponent into the ropes and Shoulder Barges him into the canvas upon the return. Richards runs to the ropes at his right side, returning to hop over the body of Corah who gets back up on his feet. Another rebound off the ropes and Richards plants Stevie down into the canvas with a powerful Shoulder Barge again.
Stevie rolls backwards to stand on his right knee, the power of that collision pushing him back more than he thought it would. Alex waves his right hand at himself, gesturing Stevie to repeat what he could. Corah gets back up slowly, wiping the saliva off his bottom lip. He accepts Alex’s request and runs into the ropes behind him to try and Shoulder Barge him but his opponent doesn’t even budge.
Alex Richards: COME ON!!!
Gravedigger: What a show off!
He motions for Corah to go again and he obliges. Corah runs- nope, he instead kicks Alex straight into the ribs which bends him over. A series of powerful Overhead clubs pushes him down to the canvas and Stevie starts stomping a mud hole into his body. He even kneels down to deal closed fist blows straight into the exposed skull of his opponent taking all this punishment from an enraged Brixton brawler.
Saint Remi: I never took Alex to be such a bright dude. I wonder how my baby girl, Bonnie, chose him to be friends.
Chicago is fully against the Brixton Brawler gaining any offense or momentum. He helps Alex back up on his feet then delivers another harsh forearm into his open ribcage. Corah takes his head in under his right pit, sling that arm over his neck then Snap Suplexes him into the canvas. Richards’ back is planted and the first pin attempt is made.
Of course, Alex kicks out this early. Stevie applying another Side Headlock on the canvas. Leaning on his right side for leverage and the pain growing more with every second passing. Alex understands that Stevie is excited and focused for this match. He shakes his head trapped in that arm, telling the referee to not count him out so early in the match.
Crowd: ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!
Jimmy Garcia: Stevie Corah providing every tool and every trick up his sleeve. A Snap Suplex but Alex Richards kicked out after one. Steve has that Side Headlock locked in again and now Richards is getting back up on his feet.
As Jimmy said, both men have returned to that standing Side Headlock again. Alex lifts him up but Corah keeps his weight on the mat. He tries to lift him up again but it’s no use. Forearms are thrown into the side of Corah to weak the grasp which helps to lift Corah on his right shoulder then dropping him spine first on the canvas very hard. A textbook Back Suplex by The Guardian.
Alex quickly gets up, the offensive switches to his side now. He applies that Muay Thai discipline in his striking, hard leg kicks mixed together with strong Roundhouse Body Kicks. His opponent getting battered by those striking combinations until he leans him back against the ropes. Corah is sent running into the ropes and off the rebound, a Short Arm Lariat clobbers him into the canvas.
Saint Remi: Damn!
Jimmy Garcia: Short Arm Lariat by the Guardian! Stevie is down on the canvas and Alex is getting the offense he needed all this time!
Instead of going for the pin, he grasp his hands around the head of Stevie and helps him back up in the corner. Leaned back, chest out, Alex slaps chops away at the chest. His right hand formed into a knife, slicing deeper and deeper into the flesh of Stevie. If Corah thought he would get a timeout, he’s mistaken. Alex pulls his opponent into him by the right arm and uses that momentum to lift him into a Sidewalk Slam.
Gravedigger: Hard Chops in the corner followed by a Sidewalk Slam. Oh look, another combination of moves that needs to be banned from the WCF! Here’s the pin attempt!
Stevie kicks out of the pin attempt and Alex nods his head. He knows he needs to keep the pressure on him. So, both men are back up again and a right knee uppercuts into Stevie’s ribs. He underhooks both his arms and locks his hands before Butterfly Suplexing him over onto his back. Richards floats over for yet another back to back pin on a down Corah!
Another kick out and Corah uses that little moment to roll out of the ring. His body drops to ringside leaving the referee to begin the count out.
Jimmy Garcia: Stevie Corah has found himself in a lot of trouble. He bit off more than he could chew. Suffering a Butterfly Suplex at Alex Richards displaying his pure strength and God Given ability to be so technical.
Not wasting any time, Alex quickly moves through the ropes and takes refuge against the corner. He leans against the turnbuckles, bent down measuring Stevie who is back on his feet. When he turns around, Alex sprints on the apron to kick him in the chin but missed. Corah ducks under the leg and grabs the ankle from behind. One good pull and he trips Alex’s chin first into the apron edge.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh my God!
Saint Remi: Takin’ a “trip” down memory lane? Huh, huh?! Bonnie always loved my jokes!
Alex rubs his chin then Corah keeps his head exposed hanging over the apron edge. He clubs down on his upper back, building more fatigue to keep the Tag Champion down. That look in Corah’s eyes, that sadistic look as he took a few steps back. The ringside fans turn their eyes as they watch Stevie run into Alex and drive that right knee into his temple. Bodies falling off the apron, almost limb from the shot.
Jimmy Garcia: Stevie Corah! A brutal knee into the temple of Alex Richards! I think The Guardian might be knocked out cold from the blow!
Gravedigger: Fuck yeah! Good on ya’ Corah!
Alex is tossed back into the ring and Stevie follows by rolling under the bottom rope. The fighting Guardian tries to back up on his feet but is knocked down on his back in the center of the ring. Corah charged forward delivering that same right knee into his chin that almost breaks teeth in his mouth. Chest to chest, the leg is lifted up and the referee is forced to count the pin attempt:
Right arm is shoved up to break the pin attempt and Stevie is getting angsty with the referee. He helps Alex back up to his feet then works back on those ribs with knees ripping through them. Alex falls down to his right knee before getting spiked on his head with a Snap DDT.
Saint Remi: Alex Richards is done for, now I get a better chance of stickin’ it in Bonnie. I love my Guardian baby girl so. However, I kinda’ feel bad for Andre’s baby daddy.
Gravdigger: I hate you Remi. You’re so gay.
Stevie is really happy of his performance. He is easing into the beating of the longest reigning World Champion, dragging his body back up to his feet. Alex breaks the hold and starts delivering strong forearms into the chin again then finishing the combo with a Chop into the Throat. Corah is stunned leaving Alex to run into the ropes behind him but meet his demise off the rebound.
When Alex returns from the ropes, Corah once again ducks his shoulder into his ribs then lifts him up off the canvas. He uses the momentum of the run to swing Alex over into a Twisting Spinebuster!
Jimmy Garcia: SPINEBUSTAH! Stevie Corah lifting Alex off the canvas with a brutal Spinebuster! Here is the pin attempt!
Alex kicks out again. Stevie is starting to get frustrated when he starts pulling out all the stops to put him down. He demands the referee to call the match but it’s no use. Going back to his old game plan wearing down Richards by sitting him up in front of him, knee driven into the spine and hands clasped under the chin. He applies a Modified Surfboard, pulling the neck back in the submission hold.
Gravedigger: Break his neck Stevie, pluck his eyes out! Just end his time in the UCI and become the Watch The Throne winner now!
Saint Remi: Yeah...what Grave said. No more people between me and Bonnie’s love for each other!
The added weight from behind is too much to bare. Alex kicks his legs on the mat in pain until finding ground he can stand up. Stevie’s arms are shaking from the resistance as his opponent has the will to fight back against the submission. When they both stand up, Stevie clocks Alex in the back of his head with a harsh right Forearm.
Alex is left groggy in the center of the ring and Stevie rubs his head disrespecting him. As he goes into the ropes, he is caught from behind, arms locked tight around his waist. One high lift and Richards’ destroys his shoulders with a high lifting German Suplex. The 280 pounds Brixton Brawler rolls back to his face on the canvas, both men down in the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: German Suplex by Alex Richards! Stevie landed on the back of his head and both men are down! What will it take for either man to even score a pin on each other?
Alex lifts his head up and sees Corah rolling around recovering from the blow. He slaps his hand on the mat and pushes forward to get up although the fatigue is getting to him. Corah is on his tail but gets floored after a harsh Clothesline. He lands on the canvas then springs up to get Clotheslined into the canvas again. Third time's’ a charm, Alex sends him into the ropes. The rebound is made and Stevie gets thrown overboard in a High Back Body Drop, slamming his spine deeper through the ring mat.
Gravedigger: What kind of drugs did Alex do before this match?! He’s having the ultimate comeback of a lifetime! Bullshit!
Stevie’s blown away into a corner, back glued to the turnbuckles. His opponent right in front of him and Alex charges across the ring to squash him in the corner with a Reverse Avalanche. That spring of the impact, Back to Body, pushes Alex running into the ropes while Corah walks into the center in a daze. He catches Stevie by the neck and twists their bodies before both men are down from a Running Neckbreaker.
Jimmy Garcia: Holy crap! Reverse Avalanche followed by a Swinging Neckbreaker! Here’s the pin attempt!
Another kick out just before the referee’s hand made the three. Alex is back up and gathers the legs in his grasp, Corah shaking his hands, begging for mercy. The Guardian accepts his plea then tosses the leg at the side to roll his opponent to his chest. He transitions to his hand and locks his right arm between the legs, and claps his hands under the chin. The Crippler Crossface is locked in tight!
Jimmy Garcia: Crippler Crossface! Crippler Crossface applied in the center of the ring!
Saint Remi: Maybe I should ask Alex to teach me that hold any time I do BDSM with Bonnie.
Stevie’s face is turning red, eyes wide opened as Alex pulls back with the chin. Yelling at the top of his lungs, The Guardian is forcing everything he has into the submission. Stevie stretches his arm out and uses it to drag their combined weight, putting every energy he has into that bicep. The closer they get, the harder Alex is pulling back with the chin.
Gravedigger: HOLY SHIT! STEVIE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO PASS OUT!
So close to that bottom rope, fingers nearly touching it. Stevie is right there until Alex rolls them both back into the center of the ring. However, they’re rolled into a pin attempt as Corah has Alex on his shoulders!
Alex rolls over with Corah again and now both men are back up with The Guardian lifting him up on his shoulder in a Back Suplex but his opponent keeps his weight down again. A few elbows to the back of Alex’s head keeps him subtle enough to throw him into the ropes. Unfortunately for the Guardian, just as he bounces off the ropes, Corah leaps up again to Knee him in the skull thus tossing him out.
Saint Remi: Holy shit!
Jimmy Garcia: Alex Richards attempted his signature move, The Final Enlightenment, but Stevie Corah denied him. He wasn’t goi- Wait...Stevie, what are you doing?!
Corah is on the apron climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He sees a down Alex nearly knocked out from that blow to the head which forced him out of the ring. The look in Corah’s eyes as he wipes the sweat off his chocolate favored forehead, smirking at the fans at ringside. Chicago knows what he’s about to do and Corah pushes the limit.
Jimmy Garcia: NO CORAH! DON’T DO IT!
One small step for Corah, one giant leap for Brixton Brutality. He leaps from the top turnbuckle and makes a meteoric descent to land a powerful Elbow Drop into the chest of Richards. The crack of the ringside mat is heard and all in the UCI Warehouse turn their away as both men are down stacked beside each other. The referee begins it’s count-out; Neither are moving.
Saint Remi: LONDON HAS FALLEN! THE SIGNATURE ELBOW DROP TO ALEX RICHARDS AT RINGSIDE! OH MY GOD!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Gravedigger: YES! Ha ha! The Guardians are gonna fail again! Just like Bonnie losing the UCI Intercontinental Championship, Alex won’t become the inaugural Watch The Throne winna’!
Stevie rolls under the bottom rope barely leaving Alex at ringside.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Saint Remi: He’s gonna get counted out!
Alex found the energy to get off his fat ass and log roll back inside the ring. Chicago erupts in glorious cheers of relief while Corah is spazzing out. Kicking the bottom turnbuckle over and over, yelling expletives. He bends forward in the corner, ready to end it. Alex is nearby in the corner dragging himself to get back to his feet.
Corah explodes out of the corner only for Alex Richards to Superkick him in the chin. The clap of boot meeting flesh echoes around the interior, time stops for that one strike.
Saint Remi: SUPERKICK!
Richards has the head applied under his right arm pit and hooks the arm over his neck. With pure power, he lifts Corah vertically upside down in a Suplex then snaps backwards to Brainbuster him on the back of his head. Richards rolls over to lay and pray on his chest, hooking the leg up as the referee even jumps from the impact.
Stevie kicks out! He really kicked but Alex is on fire. He brings up his opponent back on his feet and before clasping his hand against his throat for the Chokeslam. Arm slung over, he lifts him up in the air but changes the variation. Richards falls backwards to slap his face in the canvas completing the signature move, Zim-Quila Hangover!
Jimmy Garcia: HE LANDED IT! HE GOT THE ZIM-QUILLA HANGOVER! IT’S OVER, IT’S FUCKIN’ OVER! HERE’S THE PIN!
Corah kicks out just before the hand even meets a centimeter off the canvas. Alex sits up on the mat and buries his face into the palm of his hands. He doesn’t know exactly what to do as Corah has taken so much damage and still has the power to kick out.
Jimmy Garcia: What a match, what a match indeed! I’ve never seen Alex Richards and Stevie Corah pushed like this before but this match has everyone in the UCI Warehouse on the edge of their seat!
Alex crawls back all the way to the corner then stands on his feet. He leans back against the turnbuckles waving his right hand towards himself, stomping his feet on the canvas. Corah can barely stand but manages too anyways which cues Alex to charge out of the corner. He gets leap frogged over Corah’s head onto the middle turnbuckle but leaps backwards into his opponent. Stevie sees the window and leaps up to drive that Knee into the chin!
Gravedigger: YES! YES! THE MURDERZONE! THE MURDERZONE! HE’S KNOCKED OUT ALEX RICHARDS! IT’S OVER!
No! The Guardian refuses to die and Stevie Corah sits on his ass in shock. Jaw dropped, hands nearly ripping the hair out of his scalp. He cannot fathom that Alex Richards has proven to be his biggest rival in the ring. Corah drags him over to the corner and takes a few minutes to even help the big man back onto his feet.
Saint Remi: Man, I’m scared for Andre’s baby father! Corah might be lookin’ to end his career completely!
Alex is sat up on the top turnbuckle and Stevie climbs up on the middle turnbuckle. He locks Alex Richards in a Full Nelson until elbows are shot back into his forehead. One giant elbow drops Stevie upside down, hanging in the Tree of Woe where Alex turns around to perch on the top turnbuckle. A look on his face, Alex is smiling.
Gravedigger: CORAH! GET OUT OF THERE! GET OUT OF THERE!
The roles have changed. Alex drops down from the top turnbuckle and Garvin Stomps Stevie’s head into the canvas when he tries to lift his upper body up. He flips over onto his chest and Alex rolls down on the mat after landing.
Gravedigger: GARVIN STOMP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Alex gets back to his feet and Corah pounces up, screaming at his opponent. He runs into Alex who presses his hands into his chest to pop him in the air. Caught him in a Powerbomb position then throws him down while dropping with his knees up to produce that Pop-Up Powerbomb Lungblower. More better known as The Sanity Slip!
Jimmy Garcia: THE SANITY SLIP! SANITY SLIP! SANITY SLIP! HE’S GOT IT, HE DID IT! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A WINNER!
Gravedigger: NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!
Saint Remi: HERE’S THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Ding Ding Ding!
Alex rolls off the fallen Corah and stands on his knees. The referee checks on Corah while Alex’s music plays around the interior of the UCI Warehouse again. He is so proud of himself, achieving another great accomplishment in the top promotion of the world.
Taylor Lorde: Here is your winner and the first ever Watch The Throne Tournament Winner, Alex Richards!
A standing ovation for the man of The Guardians. Alex Richards can barely stand but he does so as guards carry the golden statue trophy inside the ring. They plant it next to Alex who raises the trophy in his arms above his head. Confetti starts dropping down from the rafters and Chicago is so proud of their hero living up to their expectations.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
Jimmy Garcia: What an amazing end to Watch The Throne. Alex Richards has become the inaugural Watch The Throne Tournament winner granted a guaranteed World Title shot. Stevie Corah put up an amazing performance but has also earned the #1 spot in the Infinity Match. Time will tell what these two warriors will do. Thank you all for joining the UCI-verse and good night!