(9/25/17) Rite of Passage Dec 17, 2020 2:07:50 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Dec 17, 2020 2:07:50 GMT -5
UCI Tag Team Championship
UCI Tag Team Championship
ZWO (c) vs. The Guardians
Jimmy Garcia: Here we are, Coming at you LIVE from Yokohama, Japan! We have a great show for you tonight. The ZWO is in action both for their Tag Team Championships and for the UCI world championship. Corey Black will defend his Hypermedia Championship against The Lactose Free Assassin as Umeji Takes on Ginger Red for Rising Star Gold and who could forget that massive multiman ladder match we have for the TV Championship. My God, Reid, this is going to be a fantastic night!
Sebastian Reid: All Great matches but last week we saw the ZWO tear themselves apart and Kevin Bishop our Champion showed just how dominant he can be. The question is, not if Kevin Bishop retain his championship – I know he can but rather, can the ZWO work as a unit? They have a tough match ahead of them in the Guardians. This aint no walk in the park.
Wavedigger: I’d have to agree. When you’re right, you’re right. The Guardians are no easy win. Both will fight you. Both are proven world champions and accomplished tag team wrestlers. If the ZWO weren’t on the same page last week, how’s that transferring over to this week? Then on top of that, They’re both in the main event for the world title. Whose to say that Alex Richards won’t beat these guys up so bad they can’t compete. I know the ZWO are tough but theres got to be a limit.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen… The following match is for the UCI Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the Challengers… From the furtest reaches of Space and time…. The Time Witch, Bonnie Blue and the Arch Duke of Confusion, Alex Richards…. They are the legendary… Guardians!
The arena lights darken and a hush falls over the crowd. A quick tempo sets the pace for flashing strobes as the guitar kicks in. Spotlit in dim blue, thick fog billows up from the stage; then clears, to reveal the Guardians -- Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue -- tag title belts raised high to a cheering audience. Bonnie sprints down the aisle, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans along the way, while Alex follows at a more sedate pace, stopping at ringside to chug from his drinking boot. In tandem, the pair climb into the ring; the Daughter of Time immediately leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle as the Archduke of Mass Confusion circles the ring, as the crowd chants "GUAR-DI-ANS! GUAR-DI-ANS!!" And once more, in unison, Bonnie and Alex lift their title belts high overhead to an explosive pop before going to their corner to await the bell.
Garcia: If there was ever a team to beat and aspire to be, that’s The Guardians.
Taylor Lorde: And the their opponent… They come from the wrong side of the tracks in Poontown, Poonguinea… THEY ARE YOUR UCI TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. ZMAC and KMAZ… The ZWO!
Lords of Salem hit the PA system as The ZWO come out on the stage in their ZWO custom T's. The rev up the crowd from the stage before bumping wrists and running down to the ring. They slide into the ring and take to the ropes with the crowd chanting along.
Wavedigger: The ZWO are a great tag team. They are as tough as they come but when the world title is presented to you, sometimes as a team, you just have to make a choice. Last week they put their all into becoming number one contender. Now they both are. If there was ever a way to break up a tag team, its to put them in the same match for the world title.
Reid: But right now, its about that tag team gold and the Guardians know all about that.
Garcia: Looks like Alex and ZMAC are going to start it off.
ZMAC tags in KMAZ as he winks to Bonnie. ZMAC takes to the apron as Kaz leaps into the ring. Kaz and Alex start tings off with a quick tie up that lead Kaz to go behind Alex and chop down the back of his knee. Alex, the three hundred pounder has none of that as he pulls Kaz back in front and head butts him. Kaz stumbles back into the ropes and come back with the flying forarm but Alex catches him and hits a fall away slam. Kaz gets to his feet as Alex comes over with hard right hands. He backs Kaz over towards Bonnie..
Garcia: Tag by the Alex.
Bonnie goes across the ring as Alex choke tosses Kaz over to her. Bonnie hits a springboard bulldog.
Reid: Newtons Law of Motion.
Wavedigger: Kaz kicks out.
Bonnie picks up Kaz and hits a European uppercut…
Reid: Falcon arrow!
Wavedigger: Bonnie rolls through it and locks in a modified arm bar but Kaz is fighting it.
Garcia: Kaz rolls through and lifts up Bonnie for a powerbomb!
Kaz crawling for the tag.
Bonnie Crawling for the tag.
Wavedigger: ZMACS in!
ZMAC bolts across the ring and big boots Alex off the arpon and sits atop the turnbuckle. Bonnie, still crawling doesn’t see it. When she looks up, she gets a face full of the mouth full. ZMAC strikes downward but bonnie blocks! Bonnie firing back at ZMAC. Bonnie with a last ditch effort springboards up and connects with a frankenstiner.
Reid: Alex with a blind tag.
Alex gets in the ring. He picks up ZMAC and connects with a few knee strikes before lifting him into the air and slaming ZMAC down with a brain buster.
Garcia: ZMAC kicks out!
Alex picks up ZMAC and shoots him into the ropes.
Reid: Blind tag by Bonnie.
Garcia: Alex hits ZMAC with a big boot.
Bonnie spring boards over Alex.. and connects with a codebreaker!
Garcia: Oh Mama Mia! Bonnie Blue with a modified version of her Timestop submission!
Reid: Like a Gogoplata, Hells Gate type of submission.
Wavedigger: And I’m sure ZMAC is loving this. His head is right where he wants it to be.
ZMAC passes his arm through, going to test the produce by the looks of it but Bonnie wraps him up in a front face lock chickenwing. ZMAC powers bonnie up as they dump to the outside.
ZMAC to his feet first. He looks over at his left arm, its fucked.
Wavedigger: ZMAC tried to break that hold and sent them both to the outside. I think bonnie cracked her head good but ZMAC clearly broke his left arm.
ZMAC mounts Bonnie and starts yelling at her.
ZMAC: KISS IT BETTER!
He forearm smashes her with the broken arm.
ZMAC: KISS IT BETTER!
Another forearm smash.
ZMAC gets up as he runs into a shoulder tackle from Alex whose there to save his partner.
Wavedigger: Whose that jumpin off the boat? Not R-O-N Masterio but a flyin Godson of Professional Wrasslin!
Kaz leaps from the top rope and takes out Alex. Bonnie rolls in the ring as the ref starts the count.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 …
Reid: ZMAC makes it back into the ring.
Garcia: Alex is in. Kaz is in!
Wavedigger: These two going at it like bulls.
Reid: But this is scrappy Do taking on a real bull. At three hundred plus pounds.
Choke slam by Alex but its reversed by Kaz who tries for a hurricanrana but Alex blocks and nails a powerbomb! Alex stays down with it and brings Kaz back up in a powerbomb position.
Wavedigger: Bonnie Blue from clear across the ring. THROUGH SPACE AND TIME!
Alex Makes the pin.
ZMAC hits the ring and tries to break it up.
ZMAC is too late.
Taylor Lorde: The winner of the match and NEW.. UCI TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. BONNIE BLUE.. ALEX RICHARDS… THE GUARDIANS!!
Garcia: And the Guardians make quick work of the ZWO. Through Space and Time was just too much for Kaz and with ZMACS arm, he couldn’t get there in time.
Reid: Now you gotta think. KAZ is badly hurt, hopefully and ZMACs arm is broken. How good can they be for later tonight? I see Kevin Bishop retaining. I see the world crumbling around for the ZWO and finally, thank God, we’ll be done with this Summer of Z!
Andre Jenson and Teo Del Sol are in their office, playing a small game of Magic: The Gathering when Vincent Pryde bursts through the door, looking confident and full of swagger.
Vincent: Today’s the day. I wanna talk the match for my boys. I’m thinking you give them 30 minutes and put them just before the main event.
Jenson speaks before looking up, obviously annoyed.
Jenson: No, you’re going in garbage time.
Vincent Pryde: You know, it was cute that you made it a dark match last week, very cute.
Teo: Thanks, thought of it myself!
Teo plays another card.
Pryde: Well, you can’t do anything cute this week. The exec from SyFy is almost here. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about how you handled the situation and, well, pretty much everything really.
Jenson plays a card in rebuttal, he doesn’t seem very impressed with Pryde’s bragging.
Pryde: You’re going to have to do everything he says, most of all you’re going to have to treat me and NBW with respect!
Teo laughs as Pryde says this
Teo: Respect? Really? How?
Pryde: Just you wait. When NBW is the premiere wrestling company and you guys need jobs then you’ll remember how to give respect.
Jenson: Aha. My friend. Respect is something you get when you earn it, by slaying a dragon usually.
Teo: Or rescuing a maiden.
Jenson: True! But that has waned in recent years, on account of women’s rights. They don’t like being damsels now.
Teo: Even if they’re being eaten by a dragon? Which you are just about to be when I drop this card on you by the way.
Jenson: Even then good sir. Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve.
Pryde: Er, guys, and back to me.
Jenson: Oh, right, yeah, sorry. When’s your friend turning up from the network?
Pryde: He’s not my friend. He’s a serious executive from the station that you two goofballs are screwing up.
Teo: He’s not our problem anyway, he’ll be with Spencer.
Pryde: No, you blundering idiot. He’s dealing with you. Apparently Spencer is way too “busy and important” to deal with him. So he’s palmed the exec off to you guys.
Jenson sighs as his Druid finally dies from Teo’s last card. It was more to do with the news than the death of his druid though.
Jenson: Well that’s untimely. Today’s sword polishing day. How am I going to polish my swords with this TV guy around?
Teo: And I have to make sure that all the cotton candy machines are working!
Pryde: Well, boo fucking hoo, I’m going to sort out the match with my guys. It’ll be an epic. Have fun with the guy!
Pryde walks out sticking a middle finger up over his shoulder. Jenson looks at Teo.
Jenson: I don’t really like that man. He’s a bit of a donkey’s ass.
Teo: Then do something about it. He needs to be knocked down a few pegs.
Jenson: You know what? You’re right.
Lady Enchantra vs. Aracelia Solack vs. Chuckles
Lady E's music plays and she comes out with her massive minion/manager ManThing. As they go to the ring, she points to the jeering crowd, wiggling her fingers and hexing them. She also has ManThing to grab anti-Lady E signs and rip them up for her. When she gets to the ring, ManThing steps over the top rope and parts them for her, allowing her easy access inside. She then plays to the jeering massive, hisses at them, and hurls more hexes at them.
Jimmy Garcia: Three big debuts all in one match right now! You can only see this kind of action on PPV!
Sebastian Reid: Witches? Clowns? Aliens? UCI is the most Sci-fi thing on the channel most weeks and we just keep adding to that. Gotta love the diversity!
Gravedigger: You’re fake news.
The music begins to play and soon Chuckles appears dancing with a rag doll version of his opponent for the night. The clown and the doll ballroom dance down the ramp and all the ring before Chuckles slides the doll between his legs and then throws it backwards over head into the crowd wear it explodes into confetti. Chuckles then slides into the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle laughing and waiting his opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Speaking of-
Gravedigger: Clowns...god dammit. They run around remaking King flicks and look where it gets us..
The arena lights turn a deep shade of purple as the opening riff of “Act One, Scene One” by The Fall of Troy players over the speakers. As the drums kick in and the first verse begins, Araceli Solack charges out from behind the curtain, tailed by her nebbish agent Nolan Pearce. The pair rush down to the ring with no thought given to theatrics until after Araceli ascends the ringside steps and walks across the apron. Nolan, red-faced and struggling to catch his breath, forces a smile to his face and circles the ringside area, awkwardly attempting to shake hands with fans and offering his card to anyone who’ll take it. Meanwhile, Araceli makes her way across the apron over to about halfway between the two ring posts facing the hard camera and takes a seat on the middle rope before pausing for a second. She blows a kiss to the audience before arching her back forward and slipping the upper half of her body between the middle and top ropes. Then, she pulls her lower half into the ring between the same pair of ropes and lands on her feet, stumbling a bit. She dusts herself off and makes her way to her corner as Nolan continues to offer his talents to practically everyone in the front row.
Sebastian Reid: Three interesting characters, but more importantly, three intriguing UCI prospects looking to make a statement in just their first match.
The three circle each other a bit as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Garcia: We’re off as Enchantra blind sides Solack with the running elbow to the head!
As Solack drops the mat, Enchantra turns her attention to Chuckles who taunts her to close in. Enchantra does just that as Chuckles slithers between and under her legs, trying to limbo his way behind her as Enchantra grabs hold of his hair and yanks him back.
Sebastian Reid: Splits from Chuckles dodging that one!
Gravedigger: A whoopie cushion...seriously?
Chuckles laughs at the top of his lungs following the deflating of the gag toy in his pants.
Jimmy Garcia: Enchantra swinging the leg right up under the chin of Chuckles! Cover here!
Sebastian Reid: Quick save from Solack there, pulling Enchantra up now.
Solack tugs up with her arm under Lady’s chin but is countered as Enchantra flings her over for the back body drop.
Gravedigger: Solack holding onto the head though.
Jimmy Garcia: Neckbreaker counter by Solack and both go down!
Sebastian Reid: Solack pulling the leg back for the package pin.
Enchantra and Solack roll over, pushing to their feet at the same time as their male opponent adjacent to them.
Gravedigger: All three to their feet now, the two women closing in on Ch-
Both women step back a bit as Chuckles squeezes two large bicycle horns in their faces.
Sebastian Reid: Does that count as a DQ?
Gravedigger: Maybe a bit of a grey area..
Chuckles throws the horns aside and laughs again as Solack charges forward and-
Jimmy Garcia: Solack sent through the ropes by Chuckles!
Sebastian Reid: Enchantra pushing forward now.
Gravedigger: Crossbody from Enchantra, Chuckles didn’t see that one coming.
She pushes back up as Chuckles lands hard on his back.
Jimmy Garcia: Enchantra off the ropes now!
Sebastian Reid: Senton flip onto Chuckles! Another cover here!
Gravedigger: The clown gets a foot on the rope just in time.
Enchantra slaps the mat in frustration before getting back to her feet and bring Chuckles back up with her.
Jimmy Garcia: Wild haymakers from Enchantra!
Chuckles is backed into the ropes from the shots and the ref breaks the exchange up as Enchantra spins around and soaks up the moment before turning back to Chuckles who counters with a-
Sebastian Reid: SUPERKICK!
Enchantra falls to the mat and rolls out of the way a bit as Araceli leaps off the ropes with-
Jimmy Garcia: NCR!
Gravedigger: Big leaping knee and Chuckles is out!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Araceli Solack!
Avery Miles III vs. Keon Adesso
Jimmy Garcia: Avery Miles the Third has been undefeated since his debut in the UCI.
Gravedigger: That ends tonight. This Italian Stallion has done his research on Avery. And he's got a bad attitude, I like the look of Keon Adesso.
Sebastian Reid: Lots of people have talked a good game though. Time to see if he can back it up. Miles has stated he plans on competing in the UCI full time, tonight he get to see just how seriously he's going to take the UCI.
Gravedigger: It don't matter. Keon is going to school him just like my man Z Mac is going to school Kevin Bishop later tonight.
The arpeggio of "Catch Up" by TheBeatCartel begins to slowly fade in as the bass kicks in causing the lights to pulsate. Out comes Keon Adesso bouncing to the beat, bopping along ushering the fans to join in.
Taylor Lorde: "Making his way down to the ring. From Sicily, Italy now residing in West Hollywood, California... he weighs 209 lbs. He is 'The Italian Stallion', KEEEOOONN... ADESSSOOOOO!
Keon has begun sliding down the ramp using his arms to move forward, which he calls 'drifting'. He quickly gets back up and drifts into the ring before rolling onto his back, kipping up and slicky turning around with his arms spread to the fans. The response is mixed, with cheers from small portions of the crowd but an overwhelming hate radiating off of them.
l follow you out of the dark.
I tried my way but I keep falling apart!
“Falling Apart” plays over the arena as the lights come down. “AM3” slowly appears in green on a black background as the crowd begins to rise.
All that I see, is the wickedness around me.
I refuse to believe, the apocalypse inside of me.
I can't even trust myself.
I'm burning in my skin.
Standing at the gates of hell, but nobody will let me in.
I'll follow you out of the dark.
I tried my way but I keep falling apart!
I'll follow you, with all of my heart.
I'm tired of my ways cause I keep falling and falling apart!
Avery comes out from behind the entrance wearing a black T-Shirt with “AM3” in green. He has a pair of black pants with “MILES” written on the right leg. He looks at the crowd as he points to his right to a crowd of cheers. He points to his left to a crowd of cheers. He pulls his arms in and runs down the entrance ramp and slides in head first.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, currently in the ring Avery Miles the ohhh!
Jimmy Garcia: Taylor Lorde scattered from the ring as Keon dropkicks Avery from behind over the top rope! Avery is getting up.. but he's limping badly.
Gravedigger: See? Great move by Adeso! He already has a huge advantage with one well timed move.
Jimmy Garcia: Well timed? It was a cheap shot!
Sebastian Reid: It was effective. That's all that counts. Referee Curtis Snow calls for the opening bell as Keon kicks Avery in the knee as he re enters the ring then snap mares him over and kicks him in the back of the head. He makes a cover hooking the good leg.
Jimmy Garcia: Keon picks up Avery for a bodyslam but small package!
Jimmy Garcia: Deep arm drag by Miles! And a second one! Adeso backs off as Avery taps the side of his head with his pointer finger! He was playing possum!
Gravedigger: What a bitch move faking an injury like that!
Sebastian Reid: If it were one of your favorites you would have loved it.
Gravedigger: But it wasn't! So this is terrible!
Jimmy Garcia: I'm enjoying this a lot! Snap suplex by Miles now! He bounces off of the ropes and standing lionsault connects!
Gravedigger: Monkey flip into the corner now! And Avery is lighting him up with rights and left in the corner. These are totally illegal closed fist punches! This useless ref is just letting Avery do whatever he wants in there! Thankfully Adeso turns the tide with a beautiful atomic drop!
Jimmy Garcia: That seemed like a low blow there.
Gravedigger: Referee doesn't think so. He's the one in charge.
Jimmy Garcia: You are so phony!
Gravedigger: You want to meet me after the show and see just how phony I am?
Gravedigger: Didn't think so. Huge lariat by Keon out of the corner! Now he's stomping the head of Avery Miles. He drags Miles up and nails him with the baptism by fire.. jumping double underhook DDT! He makes the pin.
Sebastian Reid: No.. foot on the ropes by Miles. This guy may be new to the UCI but he's a veteran and that was a veteran move. Keon arguing with the referee now that he didn't get the foot on until after the three count.
Gravedigger”: Yeah! He didn't. Right, Jimmy?
Jimmy mumbles yeah he didn't.
Gravedigger: That's my bitch! Avery getting up.. and Keon drops him again with a superkick to the jaw! He's heading up to the top rope. And he comes off with a vicious elbow drop!
Sebastian Reid: Avery hasn't been tested like this before in the UCI. Keon proving he isn't all talk thus far. Some hard chops knock Miles back and a front kick drives him right in the corner. Keon bounces off the ropes for some momentum and running dropkick to the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: It missed! Miles moved out of the way there!
Gravedigger: Did I say you could talk?
Sebastian Reid: I did. I'm sick of just talking to you.
Jimmy Garcia: Enziguri stuns Adeso and Avery quickly takes advantage with a roll up.
Gravedigger: I don't think so. He kicked out. Ohh.. overdrive! Also known as the Miles Drive. I don't know he's kicking out of that one.
Sebastian Reid: No... 2 and 9 tenths there! Miles fires Keon off of the ropes and.. what was that?
Gravedigger: He calls that move drifting! He drifts behind Mile's legs and then drifts him with a Sicilian Blessing! That jumping neckbreaker is going to do it.
Jimmy Garcia: Keon wraps his hands around Avery'[s throat and just starts choking him now. It seems like he might be frustrated that he can't put him away.
Sebastian Reid: You don't want to do that. You lose focus.. you lose the match. It looks like he isn't looking focus though. Instead he's dropping knees to the head of Miles. He drags him up and russian leg sweeps him down.
another kick out!
Gravedigger: It won't be long now though. Spinning elbow drops Miles and now look.. Keon fires him over the top rope like the trash that he is!
Jimmy Garcia: No! Avery skins the cat. He slides back in and flattens Keon with a spinning heel kick! He's going for the standing shiranui... he hits it! No.. he didn't.. jumping cutter!
Gravedigger: Also known as the A.L,G.! That move knocked Miles right out of the ring!
Sebastian Reid: Lucky thing for Avery too. He would be down for the count if it didn't. Keon rolls out of the ring now. He's trying to pick up the dead weight of Miles.. then he points to his head, returns to the ring and tells the referee to count out Miles.
Gravedigger: Brilliant! Keon is too smart to fall for the same trick twice! If Avery plays possums he has to come back in and reveal it or else he gets counted out. And if he's really out.. he loses anyways.
Jimmy Garcia: Referee counting. He's up to 6... to 7... to 8.. to 9.. and Avery slides back in just before the ten count. Keon drags him up.. to the top rope now. I don't know what he's doing here..
Sebastian Reid: It's the superplex. This is going to do it. But it's blocked. Then blocked a second time... now Keon is dropped with a jumping double knee to the face. He lands hard on his back!
Gravedigger: Oh no.. c'mon Keon.. you have to move.. shooting star double knee by Miles. Damnit!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner of the match, Avery Miles the third!
Gravedigger: Keon dominated most of this match.
Jimmy Garcia: He did. But in the end the result is all that matters.
Sebastian Reid: I agree with Jimmy.
Gravedigger: Damnit.. well we haven't seen the last of Keon. He took Avery to the limit.. this time. Who knows what will happen next time?
Sebastian Reid: This big win could position Avery into a chance for a television title shot or something who knows? Great performance from both of these newcomers.
Karlie Nash Segment
War Machine blasts inside the Yokohama Arena, Karlie Nash makes her way to the ring, she circles the ring and grabs a mic and enters.
Karlie walks to the center of the ring.
I understand. Now I bet you're all wondering what I’m talking about, well let me inform all the mature ladies here tonight and all the mature ladies watching around the world, I understand why you feel that you have to keep your true feeling to yourselves. I understand why you all boo me, it's because you all secretly come to Overload and our pay per views with your children and you pretend to cheer for their heroes, when secretly you desire to see me standing over your childrens heroes, you don’t have to desire me in secret, I’m here for you, here to fulfill all the desires you are not getting a home, it's okay to lay next to your husband and pretend its me laying next to you, you all have to do what's best for you and not what's best for everyone around you.
Karlie speech draws a mixed reaction, though there a several mature ladies hanging on to her every word.
So after I perform for all you ladies publicly here tonight, feel free to come visit me at my hotel, and we can perform for each other privately.
Karlie steps out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp, stopping to greet several mature ladies, then stands on the stage before exiting to the back.
The screen then switches to a mature woman sitting on her couch, she had just finished watching Karlie’s speech, she reaches over and picks up her phone and dials.
Woman: I have found our next convert.
Winner gets a Rising Stars title shot
M.A.X vs. Matt Angel
Garcia: We continue the night with more aspiring talent in the Rising Stars Division. However, this bout will determine number one contender for the Rising Stars Title. A matchup of newcomers that continue to impress each week.
Reid: Throw the records out for this one.
"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system…
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring, from Venice Beach, CA… Matt Angel!
He walks down the ramp high-fiving the fans along the barricade. He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.
Reid: Matt Angel exemplifies this division. One of those lunch pail kind of dudes willing to do the dirty work. I hope he can come out of this one.
Gravedigger: You would.
The sound of a siren echoes over the arena, accompanied by an authoritative voice urging everyone to evacuate the area because of a scheduled “live weapons test”. All of this is promptly ignored and drowned out by the crowd as they cheer and jeer the tall, pale figure of Max, striding towards the ring through yellow, flashing strobe lights and a matching, toxic-yellow smoke.
Taylor Lorde: And his opponent, from secret whereabouts, M… A… X!
A number of fans try to lean out to get a selfie with the android, only to be shoved back by the white-armoured handlers and asked if they are, in fact, totally insane.
As he reaches the ring, Max ascends the steps and climbs a turnbuckle, standing there with arms outstretched, drinking in the atmosphere for a moment before leaping into the ring and, with a slight whirr of servo-motors, rolls into his corner.
Garcia: Angel has no easy task ahead of him. M.A.X. is more than an obstacle. Can we even say he when talking of androids? Doesn’t seem right.
Gravedigger: Him, her—forget all the gender politics. M.A.X. is going to stomp Matt Angel down for good. I really hope he murders the little brat.
Reid: That’d be quite the draw.
M.A.X. rushes and grabs Angel around the throat, backing the fiery kid into the turnbuckle. Referee Ryan Jackson has no recourse but to signal for the starting bell. A mid-level kick has Angel gasping. He then stumbles right into an extra-hard scoop slam. Cameras pick up the grind of elaborate machinery during a stomp fest over a downed opponent.
Garcia: M.A.X. wants to utterly destroy Matt Angel. Just when he gets up, M.A.X. levels him with a reckless head butt.
Reid: How is that even fair?
GRAVEDIGGER: Don’t whine because your guy is getting squashed. Enjoy the show. I know I am.
Angel rises and eats another vicious head butt. M.A.X. goes for the cover.
Garcia: Angel kicks out. Although I speak for this arena, praying he wouldn’t. M.A.X. grabbing the throat again. Angel finding a breath between them with leg kicks. You have to wonder how many times that will work before M.A.X. recovers. Wowza—what a lariat—and the cover!
GRAVEDIGGER: Only a matter of time.
Reid: Maybe it’s what he needs to recover. Stranger things have happened.
GRAVEDIGGER: Wishful thinking gets good men killed. My money’s on the murder bot.
Angel crawl on all fours. M.A.X. approaches without an ounce of emotion to body or face. Angel rolls forward, and from his hands, executes a sudden Pelé kick. M.A.X. staggers back then charges with a closed fist. Angel traps him with a drop-toe hold.
Garcia: Nice offense from Angel. He’s going up top, taunting the kill-bot to rise. What a big mistake by M.A.X. jumping at the challenge. That missile dropkick knocked him down hard. Angel with a crucifix roll-up!
Garcia: Only two for the spirited youngster. M.A.X. up now—the quicker Angel locks the waist—Saito suplex! The destroyer is down.
GRAVEDIGGER: For now…
Garcia: A little too soon for that one. M.A.X. threw his opponent like a bag of laundry.
Reid: You have to admire the kid’s tenacity. He’s taking it right to M.A.X. with those measured kicks. I don’t know if you care wear a robot down, but Angel sure as hell will try.
GRAVEDIGGER: No way, this is a minor setback. Angel hasn’t a chance.
Garcia: Going for another suplex—a straightjacket—M.A.X. overpowered the hold and sent Matt Angel over the third rope. I think Angel caught his footing.
Reid: He did and the android didn’t see it. Here he goes!
Angel springboards from the middle rope with some manner of crossbody.
Garcia: Oh man! M.A.X. landed that head butt right into the kid’s sternum.
Reid: Moves like that take your wind. Makes it impossible to breathe.
Angel rises right into another devastating head butt. M.A.X. hooks the leg.
Garcia: Not yet, but what a gutsy move. Angel refusing to go down. The killer machine seems intent on inflicting irreparable damage with those mounted head butts. Ryan Jackson intervening before M.A.X. could go too far. Angel crawling for the ropes—wowza!—that mushroom stomp pancaked Matt Angel—maybe for good.
GRAVEDIGGER: Here’s the big finish. An suplex against the exposed.
Garcia: Well, is it japan. What a thud, as Angel rebounds of the pads. No M.A.X. he’s going for another one. What the hell was that?
Using the momentum of a hard toss, Angel overpowered M.A.X. by kicking off those protect pads and shooting the android down with a spiked, tornado DDT.
Garcia: Both men are down and out. Jackson calling for the count:
1… 2… 3…
M.A.X. rises first. 4… 5…. 6… And now Angel is back up. They circle in hopes of finding some elusive weakness in either fighter. This face-off devolves into a kicking match. A long-arcing axe swoops over the head of Matt Angel, who then reverses momentum.
Garcia: Angel taking M.A.X. overhead with a beautiful northern lights suplex—and the bridge!
Reid: Jackson can’t get over in time. Clever move for some rookie. You know guys, at some point, we have to take that “trainee badge” away and let the kid play.
Gravedigger: Why, he still sucks and always will. Those training wheels keep them from drowning. Is that what want, Reid?
Reid: M.A.X. over-swing again.
Garcia: I think it goes without saying now: Maybe androids do experience fear.
Gravedigger: Fuck off… a hard elbow there. See, M.A.X. can handle this.
Reid: Looks like Angel got cocky with his side clutch. Probably dreamt of another suplex, of which he’s showed multiple gems from his arsenal tonight. M.A.X just overpowered him this time. Both favor distance, balancing a successful attack with imminent failure.
Garcia: Or maybe, they just don’t want to get their faces smashed in any more.
Gravedigger: What he said—but not like a dumbass.
Gravedigger: Sometimes, there’s no answer for greater firepower.
Angel strafes the side for low grapple. The kill bot takes his shoulder and forces an Irish whip from one, planted step. Angel hits the ropes—on the rebound, he ducks a lariat—only to meet a bicycle kick coming the other way. M.A.X. punts the young star motionless in the ring’s center.
Garcia: He hit Matt Angel like a locomotive. Now M.A.X. can go for the kill. Our fans, once in support of this rising star, seem to have retreated to their seats. M.A.X. plants his boot on Angel’s chest—is he pinning him?
Reid: Jackson dove for a cover yet M.A.X. said “no” with a Mutomobo finger wag. Angel trying to get up—Gods man, was that necessary?
Gravedigger: Target… Face! Ha, your boy is dead.
Garcia: A measured elbow—totally overkill by the machine—has Jackson starting a 10 count. Oh no... M.A.X. wants to ends this bad.
Gravedigger: Nighty night kid.
Garcia: A cloverleaf, no, he’s inverting it. Now with scissors lock around the waist. Matt Angel is not even conscious. Thank god… Ryan Jackson already calling for the bell.
Taylor Lorde: And your winner, by submission, M… A… X!
Garcia: Such an effort from Matt Angel, but it was not meant to be. M.A.X. is now number one contender for the Rising Stars Title. We’ll whom he will fight later as when the champ, Umeji, takes on the fiery challenge of Ginger Red. Keep here for more, after this.
Preecha Kamon vs. Karlie Nash
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 ans stretches in her corner
The bass-line from the beginning of "Sayonara, Perfect World" by Midori plays on the P.A. System before the blast beat overtakes the whole arena with flashing lights and titantron. As soon as the blast beat breaks into the main chorus of the song, Preecha and Armand walk past the curtain, the deaf kick boxer having a sly and confident smile on his face.
Taylor Lorde: Coming to the ring, accompanied by Armand De La Fontaine, weighing in at 170 pounds...PREECHAAAAAA KAAAAAAMOOOOOOOOON!
They walk down the ramp and up the steps of the ring. Wrestler and manager both stand on the apron, staring out into the crowd before stepping through the ropes and standing in the center of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Sebastian Reid: Both competitors head towards the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: Preecha is gonna choke like he did against Kevin Bishop! Just watch!
Preecha raises both fists into stance with a light right leg out in front. Karlie Nash looks unimpressed as she sticks her tongue in her cheek and looks her opponent up and down.
Jimmy Garcia: It appears that Karlie Nash isn’t faced by the classic Muay Thai stance. Though, notice that she doesn’t get too close.
Gravedigger: I wouldn’t be impressed either. Preecha is a joke compared to how he used to be. And what are you talking about?! Of course she isn’t going to get too close! She is an in-ring genius! Only a fool would get in range for their opponent to strike!
The two circle the ring slightly. Preecha tries to psyche out the former Hockey Player just a little bit with a couple of feigned pendulum kicks but Nash keeps out of position for a follow up strike.
Sebastian Reid: Taking the match slow; both competitors have a lot to prove at the moment. This might mark the change for either wrestler if they can score a victor.
Preecha quickly switches stance side and follows with a low kick but Karlie sees it coming and hops back, but Preecha follows in with a cross punch from the left which Karlie manages to lean to the side to dodge before quickly ducking last second in order not to be hit by the right side roundhouse.
Both opponents quickly back up out of range of each other. Preecha snorts with a smirk on his face.
Jimmy Garcia: Preecha seems to be in an aggressive mood, keeping as quick as ever but Karlie Nash seems to be able to keep up in mere milliseconds. One trip up and Karlie Nash might have been knocked to the mat.
Gravedigger: Is that what you saw?! I saw Karlie Nash ten steps ahead of this Jackie Chan wannabe! She is toying with him!
Sebastian Reid: Well, whichever was the case, both competitors figured out that if they stayed there another moment, they would have both been left open. Now they returned to a distance, making sure not to be the first to get hit.
Preecha has broken from stance and again the two circle the ring. They stop one moment as Karlie proceeds to jaw at Preecha, pointing at her ears.
Jimmy Garcia: Karlie Nash mocking Preecha’s handicap! Despicable!
Then suddenly, Karlie spits in Preecha’s face, gaining a big reaction from the crowd.
Gravedigger: He couldn’t hear what she was saying so she took the words and found a way to get it across to him! Never say Karlie doesn’t care about the disabled men and women of America!
Preecha snarls as he wipes the spit from his face, but while his hand blocked his vision, Karlie Nash goes in for a forearm to the head, knocking Preecha into the ropes.
Gravedigger: Genius! I told you she was brilliant in the ring!
Preecha bounces off the rope, trying to counter with a lunging boot but Karlie evades, the missed strike stunts Preecha’s progression and give Karlie a breath to jump up for a dropkick to the back of Preecha’s neck but the Deaf fighter is quick to recover as he follows up with a spinning back fist, striking Karlie right as she launches into the air.
Sebastian Reid: Preecha missed with that Front Teep but was able to make up for it with a Spinning Back Fist surprise for Karlie as she thought she had an opening.
Jimmy Garcia: That is the truly dangerous thing about Preecha, a few might be able to match speed with him but there is no angle he can’t strike at. Muay Thai is brilliant for its counter moves.
Karlie is knocked down to the mat but quickly rolls out of the ring and walks around a bit, making a quick recovery from the shock of the surprise strike. Preecha remains in the center of the ring, ready for Karlie to re-enter. The Cougar hunter slowly, almost hesitantly, slides back in; Preecha allowing her the time to get back to her feet.
Jimmy Garcia: Preecha being the professional fighter that he is, is letting Karlie get back in uninterrupted. I am not sure how wise of a move that is.
Gravedigger: For once, I agree with you! But that is why Preecha isn’t nearly the genius that Karlie Nash is!
Both competitors slowly approach each other then quickly move into a collar-elbow tie-up. They both push back and forth, trying to gain a dominant control over the situation. Karlie Nash pushes forward but Preecha circles it around, attempting to trip Karlie over.
Sebastian Reid: This is a precarious situation for both fighters. Karlie being a former Hockey player, might have the strength to check her opponent every which way but also have to remember in Muay Thai, the clutch is a dangerous position to be in; a person can be spun around seven hundred and twenty degrees and lose hold of their placement. What either wrestler needs is a moment to work their strengths in and one will have the advantage.
After a moment or two of a tug of war, Karlie abandons the strategy with a kick in the gut to Preecha and then following up his pause with a European Uppercut. Preecha stumbles in a circle and upon returning to the center, is met with an eye poke.
Gravedigger: HAHA! Preecha is already dumb and deaf, now you are going to have to add blind to the list!
Sebastian Reid: Indeed it is an unfortunate situation for the kickboxer that one of his remaining senses is on the way of being removed from the match.
Preecha drops to his knees with his hands to his assaulted eye. Karlie heads to the rope and bounces off, launching at the back of Preecha’s head with a flying forearm! Preecha hits the mat face first as Karlie quickly returns to her feet. Spreading her arms out, she continues to Jaw at Preecha, mocking the fallen fighter before dropping a knee onto the back of his head.
Clutching the back of his neck, Preecha rolls off of his stomach. Seeing the opening, Karlie drops down but instead of going for the pin, instead she grabs the throat of her opponent and begins to squeeze. The ref begins to count…
Right before five, Karlie lets go and walks away as the Ref checks on Preecha.
Jimmy Garcia: Disgusting! What Karlie won’t do for a win!
Gravedigger: Hey, it is only illegal if the ref reaches five!
Preecha is slow to get to his feet. One knee down and Karlie comes into grab on but Preecha is quick with a Spear elbow up to the chin, sending Karlie back a few steps before following it up with a Front teep kick, sending Karlie back into the ropes but doesn’t allow her time to bounce off as he lunges in with spinning back elbow!
Sebastian Reid: A fierce strike from the Kickboxer! Returning to his feet in true, warrior fashion!
Jimmy Garcia: That is what I’m talking about! There is no angle he can’t come at and when he gets one strike in, he doesn’t wait, he gets a few more in one stream of consciousness. You can’t leave yourself open for a second or the tables will turn!
Preecha quickly turns back around and grabs Karlie in a clutch before she is able to fall to the mat and leads her back out to the center. He throws a few liver punches while keeping hold and leads in with a strong spear knee to the gut. Karlie drops to her knees. Preecha backs up and goes for a buzz saw kick but Karlie is able to duck, hop up and grab Preecha while he is turned around.
Sebastian Reid: Belly to back suplex!
Gravedigger: You can have your little Muay Thai-dye facts, but at the end of the day, the real wrestler here is Karlie! She is the one that belongs in the ring! Hockey player or not! She has proven that she has adapted to the square circle! Unlike Preecha who thinks this is MMA! Two different worlds, buddy! And Karlie is the queen of this one!
Both competitors lay on the ground. But Karlie is first to get up and, even with showing fatigue, approaches a currently rising Preecha and locks on, in one swift movement, the Triangle Choke!
Sebastian Reid: Preecha in a difficult position! Karlie has been working the head and neck most of the match! Will Preecha be able to stay lucid long enough to get out!?
Preecha makes the effort to search for the ropes but is visibly getting drowsy. Slowly he gets more and more limp. Soon his arm touches the mat. The ref moves in, lifts the arm and lets go.
The ref grabs Preecha’s arm again, lifts it up, and lets go…
For a third time, the ref grabs the arm, lifts it up and releases
The crowd cheers as the arm refuses to drop and Preecha finds himself a second wind. Catching Karlie by surprise, Preecha is able to slip out and jump over to start hitting Karlie with a barrage of elbows! Preecha is able to land a few solid strikes before being pushed off! Both competitors return to their feet.
Gravedigger: Karlie going for the leaping clothesline.
Preecha ducks underneath, bouncing off and back into Karlie Nash with a huge-
Jimmy Garcia: KAAAAAAMOOOON KANNNOOOON!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match, Preeecha Kamon!
UCI Rising Stars Championship
Umeji (c) vs. Ginger Red
Garcia: Tonight we decide the fate of our championships. It all begins with the Rising Stars Division, those looking to make the biggest splash in the pond.
The stage lights burn red as "I'm Gonna Getcha Good" by Shania Twain plays through the PA system. Once the beat hits, the southern redhead, Ginger Red makes her way to the stage with a toothpick hanging out of her mouth, throwing up the horns.
Taylor Lorde: This match is scheduled for—
On her way to the ring, from Greensville, South Carolina, the Red Queen… Ginger Red!
She high fives the fans as she makes her way down the ramp.
Reid: Red has certainly shot up through the ranks. Even Dig Doug can agree there.
Garcia: You know what they say: Silence is consent.
Gravedigger: She hasn’t got a chance, not with my little guy in the ring.
Once Red gets to the ring, she runs up the stairs, and throws up the horns one more time for the crowd before jumping over the top rope into the ring. She takes the toothpick out of her mouth and stretches to prepare for the match.
Garcia: A brave challenger, or so you guys think. Red won last week—in a match featuring our Rising Stars champ.
Gravedigger: Matt Angel cost Umeji the match. You guys know he’s got this one-on-one.
Reid: Maybe, but Red is certainly going to take this to the limit.
Lights turn deep blue, lowering as a stage crew rushes into action pushing taiko drums. Lights flicker violet shades as male and female performers drum an upbeat rhythm. Their pattern ends on a long roll dimming alongside stage lights. From the darkness, a haiku pulses across the screen in royal blue letters:
King on his great rock
All things realized chaos
One stood after wrath
Gravedigger: I think I actually get this one…
Garcia: Care to share with the rest of the class?
Gravedigger: Yeah, it says don’t fuck with Umeji.
Reid: That’s not like him to be so direct.
Garcia: Not quite his usual poetic self. Maybe Red's under skin.
Gravedigger: Not Umeji, that guy has no fear.
Drummers strike up another roll before hitting a sharp caesura.... So begins opening rifts to "Katana Groove" by Hotei accompanied by the taiko players. Lights rise to unveil a GOT sort of throne set made to look like a volcanic mountain. Two young boys, dressed in all white robes and sporting topknots, flank this grand chair. Umeji sits between them dressed in a blue kimono-style robe with matching tights underneath. Traditional symbols embroider its silky sleeves. His face hides behind the blue mask of the wrathful Fudo—holding a sword and golden noose in the right and left hands—a costume done in the Noh tradition. The Rising Stars Title fastens his waist.
Taylor Lorde: On his way to the ring, from Kobe, Japan… he is your Rising Stars Champion… Uuuuu-Meeeee-Jiiii!
Umeji rises to a big pop while handing a weapon off to each child. He approaches central to the ramp with theatric steps.
Garcia: So you think he’s got this one in the bag?
Gravedigger: This a home game for that little firebrand. I mean, look at him, all dressed like a demon or some shit.
Reid: Red might be newer to the company; however, she’s not intimidated in the least. She knows what this match has in store—and all the riches of winning that belt. Honestly, I think every bit of the edge is on her side.
Gravedigger: Like Umeji said this… keep dreaming, Reid. It’s all about to crumble.
Umeji circles around to the stairs then hops the ropes straight into a warmup combo. Holding a high kick for several seconds, he then lowers the mask to a big pop. Lights return to normal with Umeji shedding extra layers down to blue-themed wrestling gear.
Garcia: Referee Jackie Mall brings them to the center. I don’t think Umeji’s expression has hanged since he came to the ring. He is on a course for destruction, and we get to watch.
The bell sounds with Ginger Red initiating first contact: A rough shoulder bump. The champ braces himself with a disgusted look. Red charges again—Umeji counters with a hip toss. Red flips out of it and heads for the ropes. She leaps into an elevated scissors hold.
Garcia: Technicians at work, wearing down the grapple strength of Umeji.
Reid: She wants to make him one-dimensional. We’ve seen his devastating kicks. Eliminating the grapple game is going to bring him back to earth.
Garcia: Umeji eying the ropes but they are nowhere in sight. What a counter—he just slammed Red to the mat… is that a cover?
Reid: Jackie Mall never even reached one on that count. Have to respect that veteran awareness, but Ginger Red has yet to let her hold of the champion.
After the slam didn’t work, he resorts to thigh and leg kicks. Red doesn’t budge. In spite of this predicament, Umeji has yet to look worried. He repositions to her side and contorts the challenger’s hold.
Garcia: Her grip is breaking… Umeji has the legs freed from his neck. Now he applies a submission of his own. An elevated ankle lock has Red yearning for the ropes.
Gravedigger: Maybe she’ll tap here.
Reid: She can’t get a break that close to the center. There you go—look at that.
Garcia: Now on one leg, Red trying to stabilize. Swinging back for a kick.
Gravedigger: Umeji sniffed that one out perfectly. Slamming her to canvas was not a counter. Oh no, he is sending a message: Red is not going to submit him.
It pumps up a crowd of mostly Japanese fans whom seem to be firmly on the champion’s side. Umeji backs up, waving for Ginger Red to get off the floor. She does so slow while contemplating her next attack. That submission only seems to have awoken her opponent as he circles without any sort of fatigue. A kung-fu “bring it” begins a new battle.
Garcia: It’s hard to tell what’s going on… or if either have scored anything more than a glancing blows. Both fighters showing the prowess of brawling technique.
Gravedigger: Sounds like a bad idea to brawl with the champ.
Reid: Why? Because he’s Japanese?
Gravedigger: He might be small but Umeji can beat the best of them with a good kick.
Garcia: Umeji ducks a clothesline. Both taking off for the ropes… Red is off her feet—the Bull’s Horn!—no!
Sensing a power move, Umeji countered the rancher’s flying elbow strike into a Fujiwara armbar. Red slaps the canvas while the champ applies more pressure. She rolls over—taking Umeji with her—turning the hold into a crucifix roll up.
Garcia: Umeji rolls out with a beautiful somersault. Red in pursuit—levels him with a leaping forearm smash.
Reid: The champion is definitely talented, but he showed off too much on that one. If he’s not careful, it could be his last as champ.
Gravedigger: Get up, Umeji, she’s got nothing on you.
Red wastes no time in generating offense. She mounts a high guard and starts flailing wild punches past a single arm—his only means of defense. Jackie Mall yells for “open fists” as sever strikes bypass Umeji’s guard.
Garcia: Two against one giving Red great advantage. What’s he doing?
Reid: He’s work his legs—I think he’s got it!
Garcia: Red gets the shoulder up. What an expert counter to break the furious strikes of Ginger Red.
After forcing a roll up, Umeji gathers back to his feet. The Red Queen gives to another pursuit—running straight into a hard knee.
Garcia: That one was nailed right in the solar plexus. Winded, Umeji working to the side… saito suplex! Wait, he’s rolling over to his knees. Ginger Red kicking to get free but the champ has a strong hold of her midsection.
Gravedigger: God damn! He rolled out of the saito, into a stalling gutwrench suplex!
Garcia: Edo Special! The final act had begun with that demoralizing cross armbar. Can she even hope to get the ropes with Umeji pinning her body down.
Reid: For once, size and strength benefit our scrappy champion. However, Red’s still got more in the tank. It’s be best to finish this one off before she can find another wind.
Red slaps the canvas again. A reluctant fan base—clearly on the side of the Japanese star—begins to chant along with the challenger’s fight. She rocks against Umeji’s submission until her body steeples off the canvas. Fans clap and stomp, rallying behind her valiant effort. A sudden swing gives Red a final push.
Garcia: Red just swung out of the hold—she’s pinning his shoulder’s down!
Reid: Wow, that was close! This girl has heart. And their applause proves it.
Garcia: I never thought we’d see the fans rally against national talent, but here we are partner. Both fighters regaining with a cautious look of what’s to try next. Do you think they’ve exhausted their book of tricks?
Gravedigger: Hardly… Umeji has something else left. There’s no way he is going to lose now.
They circle until both lock wrists. Umeji pushes back but it proves to be a trap, sending him chest-first into the turnbuckle like a car accident. He stumbles out and eats a big boot.
Garcia: We’ve seen that kick from Ginger Red before. Looking to the crowd—they want to see her reckless offense. Red climbing the top rope opposite the champ. Voices raising… Here it comes! Broken Compass!
A coast to coast front dropkick smashes Umeji to a prone position. However, the effort also wounds the southern starlight. Both sprawl to the canvas in search of something to support their weight. Red, although the last executer, seems almost worse off than her opponent does.
Reid: No 10 count?
Gravedigger: Amateur night for the zebras. Do your damn job!
Before a count begins, both fighters find themselves by way of opposing corners. Albeit any wear from this match, the ever-calm Umeji keeps his signature stone-faced stare across. Red has a smirk with some blood streaming from her lip.
Garcia: Both taking to the center. No bows, no handshakes—this is a grudge bout weeks in the making. Fans are jumping. Hell, even we’re standing for this one.
Gravedigger: Keep your pants on, Jimmy.
Garcia: Blows are flying. No blocks in this one. May the best strikes win. Red with stiff elbows. Umeji returns with bruising kicks. That one sent Red back. Umeji on the assault with more of those midlevel kicks.
Reid: I never did MMA, but those have one design: to leave your opponent breathless.
After three well-placed kicks, Red leans onto one knee. The champion runs for a leaping elbow and cracks his challenger with a thunderous blow. Fans are jumping and pumping their arms in chaotic display. Pandemonium has taken over the arena as the division’s leader takes to the turnbuckle. He does so in a terse fashion—all before Ginger Red can rise again.
Garcia: Red is still down. Umeji signals to the crowd… Tsuchigumo! An immediate pinfall!
Taylor Lorde: Your winner, and still the Rising Stars Champion… U!-Me!-Ji!
Garcia: What a win for the champ. He certainly made it interesting.
Umeji takes his belt whilst looking over his fallen opponent. Ginger Red lumbers to her feet. In a grateful gesture—one much to the fans’ appreciation—he helps her stand. Umeji then raises her arm for a solid minute, letting the arena praise her on the same platform. She then exits labored but brisk to back while the cheers continue to rain over the retaining champion.
Reid: Hard to believe we have another 90 minutes to go. I need a water—and a nitrate.
Garcia: You said it, brother. Umeji retains from a stubborn challenge, and he enter the back victorious before his people.
Gravedigger: Cut to camera 3—and take this guys mic.
Garcia: Give it a rest. I know won’t. There’s more action to come, including our blockbuster main event: a triple threat for the UCI World Championship, and more, when we return…
SyFy Exec Arrival
The SyFy limo pulls into the underground parking lot and stops as the driver walks around to open the door.
Garcia: Looks like the SyFy exec is here, Digger.
Gravedigger: Yes! Straighten yourself up! Why are you not even wearing a tie?
There is a moment of pause when the driver opens the door. The crowd is silent with a thick air of tension as they wonder what this executive could be like and what it will mean for the future of the company.
Driver: We have arrived, Mr. Henson
The crowd go wild as out of the limo steps none other than K L Henson. He’s looking slick in an expensive suit and is all smiles as he acknowledges the driver and starts moving toward the arena.
Garcia: Is that who I think it is?
Gravedigger: Business is gonna pick up Jimmy! It’s K L Freakin Henson! He’s the executive at SyFy calling the shots?
The camera follows him working his way through the arena. He speaks to no one. Most people he sees backstage are either in shock or confused as to why he’s here. He eventually finds his way to the Gents’ office. He doesn’t knock and instead, barges straight in. He takes a look at Jenson and Teo who have a huge armoury of swords just sitting on a desk; Jenson is using a rag to polish one of them. If Henson is confused by this, he doesn’t show it. Teo smiles as he notices Henson standing there.
Teo: You’re a TV guy now?
Henson: I am where my attributes best fit me and wouldn’t you know, that is in an executive spot in Syfy. They liked my ability to detach my ‘personal emotions’ from tough decisions. That’s a quote, HA!...And that means I’m the man who’s here to make sure you do your job properly for once.
Teo: Do our job properly? Hey, Andre. Henson here says we don’t do our job properly. Not even once.
Jenson: Why Teo, I think he may be correct. I mean would we have swords out?
Henson: I know what you’re doing, it’s not cute and I won’t be one to be led in circles. Simply put, after your trick last week, I am here to ensure that this show runs correctly when it pertains to NBW content.
Jenson: I think it had just the right spot last week.
Teo: It has content?
Henson: Last week, we specifically told you to put the battle royal as the main event. You deli-...
Jenson cuts him off.
Jenson: We were told to put it after the main event good chap. After the main event is usually a dark match. If you wanted it as the main event then Pryde should have mentioned that.
Henson smiles wryly.
Henson: A miscommunication through a game of telephone, I assure you...But, I’m here telling you now. This match goes before the main event. We at SyFy want to see this storyline succeed, we want the best we can get. That also means that we decide what the best is. We’re not some crappy network that only shows repeats of Stargate SG1...
Teo: Not any more at least.
That earns a withering look from Henson. Returning his gaze back, he sits on the edge of the desk, leaning in towards Jenson.
Henson: We are going to make UCI the best show on TV - Isn’t that what you want? - and the best show on TV deserves the BEST storylines going in the BEST spots. So this NBW thing. It goes before the main event, in a good spot.
Henson gives two hard taps on the desk, one for each emphasized “best”.
Jenson: And if it doesn’t?
Henson licks his lips.
Henson: Oh, it will. It damn well will. Or the next Overload will be from a barn and have the 3-5am slot on a Wednesday morning...Oh, and it better be a good match, because if it isn’t…..
Henson pauses to make the message sink in.
Henson: I trust we have an agreement?
Henson doesn’t wait for an answer, he stands up from the desk, turns away, and struts out of the office, while Jenson and Teo stare back at him.
Teo: Did any of that make sense? He wants it to be great or he’ll throw it on at 3am?
Jenson: No, none of this makes sense.
Teo: What can we do?
Jenson smiles and looks at Teo
Jenson: Put on the best show we can my friend.
UCI Hypermedia Championship
Corey Black (c) vs. L Verez
Jimmy Garcia: The moment of truth for L Verez has arrived. Is it time for her to finally achieve her first title victory, or will Corey Black shatter her positive vibes and continue to dominate during his final run in the industry of wrestling?
Gravedigger: Let me give you a spoiler. There is no way in hell that undersized Star Trek bitch is ever, ever, EVER going to even DREAM of EVER beating the King of All Wrestlers! It couldn't even beat a broken down weed head to GET to Corey Black during the Hypermedia Gauntlet at SummerMania! It has NO chance.
Jimmy Garcia: I really hope she proves you wrong tonight, like she has been over the last month or so! L Verez today is much more evolved than L Verez at SummerMania.
The lights bleed an indigo color throughout the arena as the beeping sound of the dubstep remix of Idioteque by Radiohead sounds off. The alarm goes off, the lights go out, and the ceiling above the stage makes an opening, steam blasting downward with a spotlight around it. Once the music quiets down, L Verez is seen sitting crosslegged on a hovering disc with a spinning, glowing ring around it. Her skin, goggles, and lining to her attire also glowing. She slowly hovers downward from the ceiling, being welcomed by a loud roar from the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: L putting on a big entrance for what she feels is her biggest match yet!
Gravedigger: Oh, quit fangirling!
Sebastian Reid: Sometimes, I just want to superkick the both of you.
One last beep sounds, and UV lights flood the arena. The beat drops, and L hovers around the arena, exciting the crowd as she hovers over them. She even goes up to the nosebleeds, giving fans peace sign high fives to the lucky fans as she hovers around them.
Sebastian Reid: Beaming all around the crowd at the speed of light. L Verez wants to make sure every crowd has the same amount of excitement and anticipation as she does.
Gravedigger: They can enjoy it until the Hypermedia Champion kills all their joy. And I'm still not impressed with this flashy entrance.
L Verez hovers her way to the center of the arena, and lowers herself to the squared circle, the lights constantly changing color as she descends. L jumps off the hoverboard a little before it hits the ground while grabbing the hoverboard. The music stops, and the lights go back to normal. The crowd cheers as she bows and lets go of the hoverboard, allowing it to hover its way back out of the ceiling opening, getting one last roar from the crowd. She goes over to the corner of the ring, and sits crosslegged while holding two peace signs up in a praying position, anticipating her match.
Jimmy Garcia: Just like the rest of us, L Verez is ready for this match!
Gravedigger: She ain't ready for the OG Creeping Death, I can tell you that right now.
"Spit Out the Bone" by Metallica hits the PA as the lights drop and purple lights illuminate the arena. A few moments later Corey Black emerges from the backstage area wearing a worn looking black leather vest with "ALL HAIL" - a skull with a crown - and "THE KING" on the back of it.
Gravedigger: Speak of the devil! Here's the winner, and STILL YOUR HYPERMEDIA CHAMPION, COREY MOTHERFUCKING BLACK!!!
Jimmy Garcia: Now look who's being a fangirl…
Sebastian Reid: I will piledrive you both and commentate the rest of this event by myself!
The crowd cheers along with great appreciation, a few boos scattered in as Corey makes his way to the ring, little interaction with anyone, just focus on the squared circle. Black slides into the ring and lifts his right elbow to the sky as most of the crowd loses their mind. Corey drops his vest to the floor and simply waits in the corner, bouncing back and forth, anticipating the coming battle.
*DING DING DING*
A spotlight shines down on the UCI ring.
Taylor Lorde: This contest is set for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Taylor Lorde: …and is for the Hypermedia Championship!!! The challenger…
The crowd pops for the femalien, hoping to see her win her first championship.
Taylor Lorde: She hails from a distant galaxy… weighing in at 125 lbs, she is “Not of this World” EEELLL VEEERREEEZ!!!
L Verez pops out from the corner to the center of the ring, and throws a “come in peace sign” up, while staring directly at the champion in the other corner.
Taylor Lorde: And her opponent…
A mixed reaction from the crowd for the King of all Wrestlers. Cheers from his long time fans, and boos from the UCI faithfuls.
Taylor Lorde: … from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 218 lbs. He is the Hypermedia Champion, the KING of ALL WRESTLERS! COREEEEEEY BLAAAAAAAACK!!!
Corey Black gets in L’s face, looking down at her as he holds his championship in the air. L stares dead at him while pointing at the Hypermedia Title. The ref splits them up before taking the belt to show it to the crowd.
Jimmy Garcia: L makes it apparent that she doesn't fear Corey Black!
Gravedigger: And it's an oblivious idiot for that.
*DING DING DING*
The stare down continues until Corey Black scoffs at the challenger and begins to turn away. L wants none of this and pulls him back towards her.
Jimmy Garcia: Elbow right to the jaw of the champion! L is done playing nice!
Corey Black immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring, and begins to walk up the ramp.
Jimmy Garcia: Is the champ trying to leave?
Gravedigger: Why shouldn't he!? He can keep the title via countout! It's smart thinking!
L Verez quickly goes after Black before he gets too far.
Jimmy Garcia: Flying knee to the back of the champion! Corey Black has severely underestimated his challenger!
L Verez manages to get Corey Black to the ring. They both rise.
Gravedigger: Busaiku knee! Right to that ugly alien face!
Sebastian Reid: He's going for the cover, but L Verez kicks out before the ref can even position himself for the 3 count.
Jimmy Garcia: L Verez still has a lot left in the tank. Corey Black is taking her much too lightly.
Gravedigger: Oh please. This be over before long.
L Verez starts rises, but Black begins to shove her off with his boot.
Jimmy Garcia: Oh, come on! Have some respect!
Gravedigger: Oh shut it. He's getting into the mind of his “competition”.
Sebastian Reid: I really need new broadcast partners.
He continues to shove L with his boot, until she grabs it and manages to drop him.
Sebastian Reid: Is she going for a Boston Crab?
Jimmy Garcia: No! She's got it elevated! It's the Lion Tamer!
Sebastian Reid: I don't think she's ever used this move until today. Good way to adapt to your opponent.
Corey struggles for a bit, but manages to flip L, escaping the Lion Tamer submission.
Gravedigger: Bang! He returns the favor with an elbow of his own! Star Trek bitch is down!
The onslaught begins. Corey Black grabs L by the hair and continuously hits her with some more hard elbows. He Irish whips her to the corner.
Jimmy Garcia: He goes for another Busaiku knee, but L scouts it, and barely moves out of the way.
L takes advantage of Corey Black’s mishap, and stomps on his hand as he was beginning to rise. She keeps her boot on the hand of her opponent, and moves over top of him for added leverage.
Sebastian Reid: Here comes the meticulous offense L Verez is known for. Every possible joint that she can inflict pain on, she capitalizes on.
Gravedigger: She's facing a veteran though. He ain't gonna take that shit for long.
L pulls up on Black's nose for leverage. The referee counts one, two, she let's go, but moves quickly and pulls up the roof of his mouth and twists his jaw. Before he can elbow her, she rapidly wraps her leg around his elbow. The referee counts again. One, two, three, she lets go of his mouth and jaw, but then hits an elbow to the top of the head. She moves over, stomps on his hand again, and drives her knee against his face.
Sebastian Reid: The champ is in a bad way, here. L’s joint manipulation tactics are working in her favor so far.
Gravedigger: Not for long, noobs.
Corey takes advantage of L’s repositioning. He manages to painfully slide his hand from the bottom of her boot, and picks her up in a fireman’s carry position. L tries to hit some elbows and forearms, but it's not until she bites the hand that she stomped that he finally let's her go. L lands behind him, and attempts a sleeper hold.
Jimmy Garcia: Is it locked in?
Sebastian Reid: Not fully. Black is holding it back.
Black manages to flip her over, but she lands on her feet, much to the surprise of the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Wow! She's never done that before!
Sebastian Reid: It's been said that L Verez has heightened reflexes. It'd be no surprise if that's what helped her there.
Another stare off from the two opponents. Black goes for an elbow, but L Verez pulls a matrix. She jumps up for a backstabber, but…
Gravedigger: Hell yeah! He makes the alienoid pay with a stunner!
Corey Black goes back into the fireman's carry position. L’s is unable to escape this time.
Gravedigger: Damn! Star Trek bitch got MUNK’D!
Sebastian Reid: Cover!
Sebastian Reid: L not giving up here. She says this fight is about passion vs ego, and she's definitely proving that she has the passion here tonight.
Corey Black takes advantage of a disoriented L Verez, and locks in a dragon sleeper.
Jimmy Garcia: Insult to injury as he uses a form of L’s own submission against her.
Gravedigger: What!? Corey Black has used this submission long before its “Finite” ever existed! That submission name will be her fate tonight when it comes to her “positive vibes”.
L scouts the submission by flipping over Corey Black to escape the hold. She hits a forearm drop to the dome of the champ, and continues with an elbow drop.
Jimmy Garcia: She hits the ropes!
Crowd: “Woaaaaah…. NOOO!!!”
Gravedigger: He saw the knee drop coming!
Gravedigger: PENALTY KICK!
Corey Black wastes no time, and heads up the top rope.
Jimmy Garcia: Moonstomp to the chest of L Verez!
Gravedigger: When will this bitch give up!?
Jimmy Garcia: Looks like Corey Black is asking the same question.
Corey Black brushes his hair back in disbelief. He quickly returns his focus to L Verez though, and pulls her up by the hair again.
Jimmy Garcia: Hard chop to the chest of L Verez that was just Moonstomped to oblivion!
Gravedigger: Silly Garcia. Oblivion isn't in this match.
Garcia and Reid: SHUT UP ALREADY!!!
Gravedigger: Tough crowd…
L Verez attempts to catch her breath after the chop, but Black doesn't let it happen.
Gravedigger: Big boot to the chest! He's found his target!
Sebastian Reid: L isn't looking too good here. Too much damage to her chest, and a lot of her vitals will be deemed useless.
L is laying near the bottom rope, Corey Black continuously stomping on the Universal Protector. A chant from a small part of the crowd starts slowly. It's a song like tune.
Crowd: Protectorrrrrr of the Universe! Protectorrrrrr of the Universe! Protectorrrrrr of the Universe! Protector-of-the-Uuuniveeerse!
The song continues, with more and more of the crowd singing along, until the entire crowd joins in.
Crowd: PROTECTORRRRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTORRRRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTORRRRRR OF THE UNIVERSE! PROTECTOR-OF-THE-UUUNIVEEERSE!!!
Gravedigger: What the fuck is this? Can the crowd shut up already!? They're making my ears bleed!
Jimmy Garcia: They're singing a song for L Verez! They're bringing her positive vibes!
Gravedigger: What a load of corny-ass garbage…
The crowd continues to sing while Corey Black ignores them and continues to stomp on L Verez. Finally, L Verez catches his boot, but not before all the damage to her chest causes her to bleed her navy blue colored blood out of her mouth. She perseveres though, keeping hold of the boot while moving near the turnbuckle to trap his leg.
Corey Black: Ref! Get me out!
Gravedigger: Someone stop this match! This is illegal!
Jimmy Garcia: Not as bad as basically trying to cave someone's chest into their organs…
Sebastian Reid: While you two are being smarks, L just hit the ropes.
Jimmy Garcia: BICYCLE SUPERKICK!
Sebastian Reid: She's not done! She hits the ropes again.
Jimmy Garcia: A SECOND BICYCLE SUPERKICK!
Gravedigger: Get him out of there, ref!
Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Jimmy Garcia: L going for the pin after that massive Big Bang discus bicycle boot!
Jimmy Garcia: How did he kick out of that!?
Gravedigger: The King of all Wrestlers ain't goin’ down that easy.
Sebastian Reid: Digger’s right! Roll up by the champ!
Jimmy Garcia: L maneuvers over him and reverses it into one of her own!
Gravedigger: Black reverses this time with a Jackknife cover!
Sebastian Reid: L finally kicks out!
The crowd applauses as they both rise to their feet. Black with an elbow. L returns the favor. They go back and forth until Black gains the advantage with a series of elbows, followed up by a Yakuza kick to the chest. More blood spills from the femalien. She staggers back, bounces off the ropes…
Gravedigger: Shining Wizard!!!
Sebastian Reid: Here's the cover.
Jimmy Garcia: She just barely rolled her shoulder up!
Corey Black goes up top while L Verez is still down.
Gravedigger: He's not going for what I think he's going for, is he…?
Gravedigger: It is! The Almighty Phoenix Splash! Goodnight space tranny!
Jimmy Garcia: It's not over! She touched the bottom rope! Her foot just barely hit the bottom rope!
Gravedigger: No way! She didn't put the shoulder up! This match should be over!!!
Sebastian Reid: It's called a rope break, Digger, remember? Or is your head too far up Corey Black's asshole?
Corey Black argues with the ref while L attempts to recover.
Jimmy Garcia: L rolls him up!
As Corey Black rolls over, L grabs him, attempting to lift him onto her shoulders.
Gravedigger: You've gotta be fucking kidding me…
Jimmy Garcia: She's doing it! She's got him up!
Jimmy Garcia: Spinning Samoan Drop! How did L manage to pick up someone twice her size!?
Sebastian Reid: I don't know, but here's the cover.
Jimmy Garcia: The Finite! She locked in the Finite!
Gravedigger: If he taps, I quit!!!
Sebastian Reid: Black squirming, struggling for the edge, but L has him right where she wants him!
Jimmy Garcia: Champion fading, just a little bit more!
Gravedigger: ROPE BREAK! THANK GOD!
Sebastian Reid: Corey Black just barely saving the match for himself!
The two gingerly drag themselves to the ropes, L a bit ahead as she tries pulling the champion to a standing position.
Jimmy Garcia: BURNING HAMMER TIME! COREY BLACK SETTING VEREZ UP!
Sebastian Reid: This will spell the end if he hits it!
Before Corey can connect, L gets toward the rope, pulling the champion down and over as the two competitors tumble to the outside with a hard and sloppy impact.
Gravedigger: Just exhausted, but L doing what she can to save the matchup.
Jimmy Garcia: Neither competitor moving much, just barely stirring right now!
Sebastian Reid: L trying to get to her feet here!
Gravedigger: Corey clinging to the midsection, trying to use L for his own leverage or perhaps, keep her down as well.
Jimmy Garcia: L has the bottom rope, trying to pull herself in!
Sebastian Reid: Verez stumbling a bit, still unsteady here!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The referee has ruled this match a double countout!
Taylor Lorde: Therefore, still-
Taylor Lorde: The UCI Hypermedia Champion, Cooorrreeey Black!
Jimmy Garcia: It took everything these two had and neither could get the job done!
Gravedigger: Good thing it’s not champion!
Sebastian Reid: I’ll tell you what just happened. L Verez just tied a damn legend in her rookie year!
Gravedigger: If that’s how you wanna look at it.
Jimmy Garcia: Amazing match, amazing show by these two!
The shot fades with L and Corey both still trying to pull themselves up, ref checking on the two competitors.
UCI Television Championship
Shadowlove (c) vs. Jack Schlongson vs. Jessica Buck vs. Red Dragon vs. Oblivion
A rose squirts white goo which heralds the presence of Jessica Buck. “Bustin'” by Neil Cicirega hits the P.A system as there is an awkward combination of boos and whistles for the “Master of Sex” that is about to appear before them. Syxx Gibbler appears out first, holding a bottle of baby oil in her hands. She steps aside so Jessica Buck can make her way onto the entryway. Jessica has a white towel that wrapped above her chest down, revealing a very nice pair of legs. She also has a lollipop in her mouth. With an arrogant smile, Jessica Buck steps forward as Syxx comes up from behind her, wraps her arms around her front, and pulls off her towel revealing only a pink bikini that she has designs to wrestle in. Once Syxx pulls off the towel, Jessica starts to grind her hips while caressing herself in the process. She finally stops and struts down to the ring, taking a few licks of the sucker as the fans cheer her on. Syxx follows behind her with the towel and baby oil in hand.
Jessica climbs up the steel steps, but instead of getting in the ring, she falls to the apron and stretches out along it, doing a model like pose. She smiles as people take pictures of her with their phones. She takes another lick of her lolli before laying flat on her back, and hold her left leg toward her face, and rolling in under the bottom rope. Jessica lands in splits. Syxx quickly joins her in the middle of the ring the body of baby oil. Jessica holds her arms out as Syxx squirts some of the oil into her hands and begins to apply it above her chest, on her arms, her stomach, and finally her ass, which gets a saucy expression on Jessica's face ...and one of somewhat discomfort on Syxx's. Once the baby oil is applied, Jessica begins to grind and caress in the ring again. She really drops it like it is hot this time. Before Syxx leaves the ring, Jessica pulls the sucker out of her mouth and leans in for a kiss. Syxx reluctnatly gives her a peck which gets a good reaction from the fans. But before she goes, Jessica shoves her lollipop in Syxx's mouth. Once Syxx exits the ring, Jessica continues to pose until the match starts.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Around his waist is the SAW heavyweight title and on his right, should is the PWI heavyweight title. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he takes the titles off putting them in the corner before leaning against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponents.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed United Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play.
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Oblivion slowly begins to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers, of the crowd...
Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Past the entrance stage there are sixteen hooded cloaked individuals, eight on each side of the aisle, with their heads down. Chanting...
Hooded individuals: A-WHOO!! AWHOO!! AWHOO!!
Taylor Lorde: Coming down to the ring... The UCI Television Champion!! From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 325 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!!
Oblivion drags IT's right leg as drags along a sledgehammer. The Monster snears at a nearby camera, right before Oblivion slowly run up the steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm.
Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.
A spotlight falls onto the entrance ramp as silence fills the arena. From behind the curtains you can hear a group of voices singing a familiar tune.
Jimmy Garcia: Whats this?
Sebastian Reid: Another grand entrance as you will soon see.
The tune grows in volume as a large group of men come filing out onto the entrance ramp, slowly revealing it to be something of a parade. As we can hear the words clearly, it is revealed to us that the song being sung is none other than Jack Schlongson's theme "Technicolor Shades" by Yourenigma. Speaking of which, lifted upon the shoulders is none other than the man himself, dressed as famed Gay Icon Harvey Milk. Throwing up V signs, and upon specifically the shoulders of the Rekt 'Em crew, Jack is carried to the ring and placed upon the apron, the gathering, crowding around the ring and applauding. He bows and rallies them up into a loud cheer, before they depart, continuing to sing the theme, leaving only Rekt 'Em and Jack left.
Sebastian Reid: As many of you know, Harvey Milk was a famous gay rights activist who was sadly assassinated. This entrance is not only paying homage, but sending a message that Jack's own revolution has come.
Jack slips between the top and middle rope before moving to his corner.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stands in unison and waiting in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" fashion wrestling trend in the United Championship Infinite’s season.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, First Couple of Professional Wrestling. Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Ms. Miyamoto.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
They stop for a second, taking in the aura of throughout the arena, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way to the squared-circle.
He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is so proudly of being in the United Championship Infinite.
And his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty, seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and spreads his arms straight out from his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept!
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. UCI.
She exudes fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around him to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the audience throughout the arena.
The audience throughout the arena keep going wild and keep clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. UCI’s better half, Ms. United Championship Infinite.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped 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.
She takes her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips, she starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him.
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "I believed that I need no introduction, I’m 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 my name” shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale's dancer.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger. And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence.
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 her outside the squared-circle.
Jimmy Garcia: The bell sounds and the match is underway.
The five competitors stand across from each other, sizing each other up, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Sebastian Reid: A combination of different styles here. It'll be interesting to see the chemistry between such a number of opponents.
Gravedigger: Also, who retrieves the first ladder?
Red Dragon charges in with the first blow at Oblivion, clearly looking to take the big guy down first, but is caught after leaping into the air, Oblivion holding him sideways. Jack Schlongson comes sliding in under Oblivion and trips him up, sending him face first to the match, crushing Red Dragon under him, but as Jack gets to his feet, he is met with a stiff european uppercut from Shadowlove which sends him to the ground. Jessica Buck comes in with a flying high kick, but Shadow ducks out of the way, showing the reason he is currently the champion.
Jimmy Garcia: Great scouting by Shadowlove, being the only one not to get the negative end of an exchange there.
Shadowlove capitalizes on the situation by raising Buck to her feet, whipping her into the ropes and hitting a crisp snap belly-to-belly suplex. He picks up Jack Schlongson next, but before he can whip him into the ropes as well, Oblivion is back on his feet and charges in, clotheslining both Shadowlove and Jack.
Sebastian Reid: Great trading of blows between the competitors thus far early on in the match up.
Red Dragon finally back on his feet, positions himself behind Oblivion and dropkicks his knee from behind, sending the monster down onto one knee. He bounces off the ropes and clobbers Oblivion with a hard clothesline. Jessica and Dragon both get to their feet and begin to trade blows back and forth.
Gravedigger: Oblivion rolling to the outside now, using that nearby ladder to prop himself up.
Jessica manages to get the better of the exchange, pulling Dragon in, turning him around and throwing him up to come down for the lumbar check. Dragon lands square on Jessica's knees.
Jimmy Garcia: Sick shot there! Jessica to her feet, Obi as well on the outside as he scoops up the first ladder!
Jessica turns to Oblivion who launches the ladder up and over at her.
Sebastian Reid: She catches it! Great scouting by Buck there in avoiding a big collision perhaps-
Gravedigger: BULLDOG FROM THE CHAMPION! BUCK LANDING ALL GUT ON THAT LADDER!
Jimmy Garcia: Big move from the champion!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Buck rolls over as Shadowlove turns into Jack Schlongson who hits the champion with a picture perfect enzuigiri.
Sebastian Reid: Dropping the champ with that one!
Jack staggers toward Buck a bit who plays a bit of possum before countering with a-
Jimmy Garcia: DROP TOE HOLD FROM BUCK! JACK LANDS FACE FIRST INTO THAT LADDERS SURFACE!
Schlongson instantly rolls over, falling to the outside quickly as his hands grab at a now blood soaked face.
Gravedigger: Shades of Joey Mercury right now!
Crowd: RIP! RIP! RIP! RIP!
Buck pushes off, grabbing at her own face still as she pulls the ladder along with her and placing it over her head.
Sebastian Reid: Spinning around now with that ladder on her shoulders as Red Dragon gets up and-
Gravedigger: LADDER TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Oblivion slides into the ring and-
Jimmy Garcia: BOOT FROM THE MONSTER!
Buck drops to the mat, freeing up the ladder as Oblivion turns around into a-
Sebastian Reid: DARK GIFT FROM THE CHAMPION!
Oblivion is dropped as Shadowlove smiles at the ladder in the center of the ring.
Sebastian Reid: Shadowlove setting the ladder up here, he’s all alone!
Some of the crowd cheers on the Handsome Half-Breed, Miyamoto shouting in support of Shadow as he ascends the ladder towards his championship.
Jimmy Garcia: Buck is up! How is Buck up?!
Jessica Buck grabs at the bottom rung and Shadowlove instantly shoots all attention down at her, motioning for the challenger to bring it. She obliges as she pulls herself up the ladder, still favoring the battered face a bit.
Gravedigger: Buck is up top, Shadowlove with a big haymaker!
Sebastian Reid: That one wobbles her!
Looking to avoid the exchange, Buck pulls herself back and uses the momentum to slam her head into Shadowlove’s, sending the champion to the mat with a thud.
Jimmy Garcia: BUCK’S GOT IT! ALL SHE HAS TO DO IS REACH UP!
As Buck lifts a hand skyward, she’s joined by Miyamoto who has rushed the ring and practically leaps to the top, hitting the challenger with a barrage of slaps before Buck counters with another nasty headbutt.
Gravedigger: Hard strike there, but Miyamoto still hanging on here!
Sebastian Reid: She’s smiling through what appears to be a bloody mouth!
Jimmy Garcia: WHAT’S THIS?!
Sebastian Reid: SCHLONGSON IS IN THE RING! BLOOD POURING DOWN, BUT HE’S UP!
Gravedigger: Jack with a hold on the ladder.
Jimmy Garcia: LOOK OUT BELOW!
The two women coming crashing down as the shaking of the ladder causes Jack to nearly fall over himself, but he’s able to reposition and rebalance.
Sebastian Reid: Jack Schlongson all alone now, willing himself up to the belt!
Gravedigger: This can’t be happening.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s happening, Digger!
As he reaches the top, Jack takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping a line of blood from his dripping forehead before reaching up.
DING DING DING!!
Taylor Lorde: The winner of this match and NEWWWWW UCI Television Champion, Jack Schlongson!
Sebastian Reid: Jack has done it! Of course, he got himself a nasty new opening that is definitely gonna need stitches after this, but we’ve got a new champion!
Jack slips off to the mat below, clinging dearly to the gold as the crowd lets out a round of applause. Medics check on the competitors as we fade.
NBW Match Segment
Taylor Lorde: The following match is scheduled for one fall. And is brought to you by New Blood Wrestling! Introducing first, representing New Blood Wrestling… The Snake Pit, Rattlesnake and Viper!
"Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch plays over the speakers and out walks The Snake Pit to an array of boos and they look to have a serious chip on their shoulders. They both walk down the ramp blowing off the fans, looking to just want to get paid to beat people down. On the ramp behind them steps Vincent Pryde and K L Henson who stands on the stage.
Jimmy Garcia: It appears we have guests to watch the match.
Gravedigger: SYFY pays us a lot of money to put on quality matches, I knew it was only a matter of time before they showed up here...
Sebastian Reid: I never thought we would actually get forced to have another man’s stars on OUR show.
Gravedigger: Looks like someone forgot they attempted an invasion like this before, Jimmy.
Sebastian Reid: Apparently we’re going to see these two in action against some “local talent”
Gravedigger: Isn’t that another word for a jobber Reid?
Taylor Lorde: And introducing their opponents
There is a pause as the anticipation builds. No one comes out, nothing happens.
Taylor Lorde: And introducing their opponents!
The Crowd explodes as a twanging bass riff cuts through the stadium. All eyes converge on the entrance ramp as spotlights swirl through the audience. The sounds of “I need a hero” by Bonnie Tyler cuts through the arena.
Finally, with a burst of pyro and a screaming trumpet blast, Teddy Sol flies through the curtain, hands in the air! With a deep bow and a flourish, he begins making his way to the ring. He leans over to high five the front row, posing with a few lucky fans for photos as he does so. The crowd offers appreciative applause and chants as he rolls under the ropes into the ring.
He turns towards the turnbuckle and hops to the top, raising his hands before backflipping into the ring! He runs across to the opposite and backflips onto his feet once again! Finally he turns towards his corner and gives a thumbs up to the front row as he awaits the opening bell.
Gravedigger: These clowns?
Sebastian Reid: These aren’t jobbers! They’re the former tag team champions! Wheres Andre Jenson?
Jimmy Garcia: Here he comes from the crowd carrying a sham wow!
Gravedigger: That nerd was probably still waxing his sword.
Jimmy Garcia: Heh, let's go to the ring to kick this match off.
In the middle of the ring Rattlesnake stands in front of Jenson who looks up at his taller opponent.
Jimmy Garcia: Not a lot really to say about The Snake Pit, they're a veteran tag team on the Indy circuit, but they're on their final leg with a farewell tour.
Gravedigger: Looks like a couple of beer swigging, chair swinging, bad asses to me. They're going to smash these nerds.
Sebastian Reid: Rattlesnake not wasting anytime it seems.
Rattlesnake punches Jenson to the mat with a stiff right hand and he takes to the ropes and rebounds with a big time clothesline from hell that just about takes Jenson’s head off.
The fans boo as loud as possible.
Sebastian Reid: The fans aren't feeling these invaders.
Gravedigger: Well they are idiots, and so are you.
Meanwhile back in the ring Jenson is able to tag in Teo who springboards off the top rope and takes Rattlesnake out with a cross body as he was holding onto Jenson’s left leg.
Jimmy Garcia: Smart attack from Teo Del Sol!
Sebastian Reid: Teo is looking to steal the show folks, he's going to the top rope!
Jimmy Garcia: Teo is measuring Rattlesnake up…
As Two takes his time he is shoved from the top to the floor by Viper who flips him the middle finger and points to his temple.
Sebastian Reid: A true veteran move there.
Gravedigger: I'm starting to like these guys’ style.
Rattlesnake exits the ring and throws Teo back in. As Rattlesnake goes to stand on the apron he is met by a ring apron Superkick by Jenson that knocks the larger man back to the floor landing on his feet. This just looks to piss him off though as he takes up a chase with Jenson leading him around the ring.
Gravedigger: Run Nerd! Run!
Jimmy Garcia: He's running right for Viper! What is he doing?
Jenson notices Viper throwing up a big boot and he ducks it causing Viper to connect with Rattlesnake’s chin.
Sebastian Reid: Smart move from Jenson there.
Jenson gets into the ring to help Teo up as Viper helps Rattlesnake up. He rolls a d20 then looks at Teo.
Jimmy Garcia: The Gents looking to fly here partners.
The Gents hit the ropes behind them and they both land on top of The Snake Pit with a dual top rope suicida.
Sebastian Reid: That is a car crash out there!
Jimmy Garcia: Look at the face of Pryde and Henson, they're in disbelief.
The ref starts the count and Pryde starts to yell on the microphone.
Vincent Pryde: No! This isn't UCI right now! This is NEW BLOOD WRESTLING AND THIS MATCH IS NOW A NO HOLDS BARRED TORNADO TAG MATCH!
Henson nods in approval and he looks a bit impressed.
Jimmy Garcia: Strong words from Pryde, how can The Gents overcome those odds?
Sebastian Reid: Very carefully… But even one can do it, it's The Gents.
The bodies start to move and it's Teo and Viper who is up first. Viper Irish whips Teo into the barricade and he runs after him sending him over it with a follow up big boot.
Sebastian Reid: Ouch that looked painful.
Gravedigger: Yeah but the other nerd is standing now and he’s looking to sneak up on Viper.
Jenson grabs Viper by the shoulder and he spins him around, but as Jenson throws a punch he is shoved backward from Viper. Jenson runs into a backbody drop from Rattlesnake.
Jimmy Garcia: The Gents testing my faith here tonight.
Rattlesnake picks Jenson up and he shoves him over to Viper who clubs him in the back doubling him over. Viper picks Jenson up in a piledriver and he stalls looking up to Pryde. Pryde points his right thumb downward like Caesar and Rattlesnake shoves Viper backward adding more force behind the piledriver on the floor.
Sebastian Reid: The hell is this?
Gravedigger: Looks like must see TV!
Teo comes to on the other side of the barricade. He takes a giant cup of soda from a fan and he launches himself over the barricade with a flying soda attack sending Viper toppling up the ramp with soda in his eyes. Teo turns to see Rattlesnake clinching his fist and he swings at Two, but Teo ducks him.
Jimmy Garcia: Teo showing some quickness here.
Teo connects a 4 punch combo on Rattlesnake with a theatrical backhand sending Rattlesnake reeling. Teo wastes no time leaping to the ring apron and he springboards off the top rope to the waiting Snake Pit on the ramp where the two catch him and double spinebuster him to the unforgiving steel.
Sebastian Reid: Oh my god! Teo took a nasty bump on that ramp! We need to get medics out here!
Gravedigger: Shut up you pussy, this is what real wrestling looks like.
The Snake Pit looks to Pryde and he smiles from ear to ear which causes them both to flip him the bird.
Sebastian Reid: Pryde doesn't look to be a fan of that gesture…
The Snake Pit looks down at The Gents and they both shrug.
Gravedigger: Holy fucking dog shit! What are they doing? Finish the job!
The Snake Pit starts to walk up the ramp toward the curtain.
Vincent Pryde: What you doing? This IS YOUR TIME? GO FINISH THE JOB!
Jimmy Garcia: The Snake Pit doesn't look to be too into what Pryde has to say.
The Snake Pit stops in front of Pryde and they both look to Henson.
Vincent Pryde: You're going to let those dice rolling idiots walk out of here of their own accord?! They see you as B- players! They think your career is a jo-
Rattlesnake grabs the microphone from Pryde’s hands.
Rattlesnake: Listen up Pryde! We are too old for this shit! We've been doing this longer than you've been alive and we know a thing or two about power hungry idjits!
Rattlesnake puts a stronger index finger in Pryde’s chest.
Rattlesnake: You're nothing but an idjit looking for a never ending meal ticket! We delivered a message to UCI, that's what Viper and I wanted to do… but we will not end these boys’ career for your sake.
Rattlesnake shoves the microphone into Pryde’s chest and Henson is smiling about the exchange as The Snake Pit walk off to the back.
Jimmy Garcia: Pryde put in his place a bit there…
Gravedigger: I was just starting to like those guys, but they couldn't even finish smashing these nerds.
Sebastian Reid: The Gents are coming to on the ramp and they're both laughing at Pryde.
Vincent Pryde: No! You don't get the last laugh here!
As Pryde is about to walk down the ramp, Henson stops him and gives a head shake and a thumb signal to the curtain.
Vincent Pryde: Gents… Just know that this isn't over!
Pryde and Henson walk through the curtain leaving The Gents on the ramp who are still laughing at Pryde.
UCI World Championship
Kevin Bishop (c) vs. Zombie McMorris vs. Kaz Mazy
Jimmy Garcia: Folks we have an update on the ZWO as we are closing in on the World Title match.
Reid: Please God, I’ve been a strong and faithful man. All I ask is that you smite these two ingrates with your swift and righteous justice.
Wavedigger: We’ve been wondering about them all night and I guess the doctors finally have a word.
Cut to the Backstage Trainers room. The ZWO are sitting next to each other passing a bottle of Wild Turkey back and forth. FPV is on the scene with the scoop as the doctors tend to the tag team.
Jimmy Garcia: Franky, Do you have any updates that you can give us?
FPV: Yah Jimmy, results are in and Kaz Mazy broke three ribs on his right side due to those thunderous impacts at the hands of the guardians. The damage is so bad, the ribs could go into his lungs or liver. If that happens, he could die. Now, he was urged to go to the hospital but he refused. He told trainers that he’s going to finish the night.
Reid: What about ZMAC? Tell me that he tore the major arteries in his arm and is currently bleeding out?
FPV: Not quite but it can't get much worse for him. As you seen clearly from earlier in the night that ZMAC broke his left arm Well doctors have concluded that ZMAC separated his shoulder, tore his pectoral, broke his radius and Ulna, the two bones in your forearm and broke his wrist. As you can see behind me they are just getting themselves taped up as they pass whiskey back and forth to each other to numb the pain.
Reid: So wait, they’re going to wrestle?
FPV: Hell yah, they ain’t punks. They are in the main event and they will still be in the main event.
Jimmy: Well Franky, I think we’re about ready for that.
Reid: Alright, enough. We’ve heard enough of these guys. If they want to die in the ring then that’s on them. Let's go right now to our real World champion; Kevin Bishop. Dani Applegate is standing by.
Cut to Dani Applegate with Kevin Bishop.
Dani: Kevin, in just a few moments you go out there tonight in front of this amazing crowd to defend your World Championship. Do you have any thoughts on the situation at hand given that your opponents may not be one hundred percent?
Kevin: These Guys, Dany – I know them. This is a tough business. They know that and they know what happens. Does it suck that I have to fight them when their hurt, absolutely but I know I won’t hear from them after I beat them both that they were too hurt. You’re never too hurt in this business, Dani. Theres no such thing. They finished their match and now they will finish the night. Too bad for them that it’ll be their last for a long time. Tonight, Dani, I’m going to shelf my friends.
Cut to ringside and Taylor Lorde.
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen.. The follow contest is a triple threat match for the UCI World Championship! Making his way to the first, the challenger… From The Big Easy…
Taylor Lorde gets cut off by another entrance theme. “Gods Gonna Cut you Down” By Johnny Cash hits the PA system. Vincent Buddy Roman walks out on stage in his suit and tie and a mic in hand. The music cuts out as he address the area.
Buddy Roman: I am truly sorry to interrupt you Taylor, really I am but this needs a more fatherly touch.
Buddy Roman clears his throat.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen.. My name is Vincent Buddy Roman, proud father. Introducing first, together the most hardcore, devastating, dominating, destructive duo this side of hellfire and inferno. Competing for the UCI world championship… Ladies and gentlemen.. I give The Z.. W… O !!!!
The arena goes dark, “Gangsters Paradise” by Coolio hits the PA system as Coolio himself comes out of the back raping his most infamous song. The spotlight shines on Coolio as he raps the lyrics another spot light appears just before the ramp. ZMACS jacket can be seen in the familiar T-pose.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's none left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light
Just the as the chorus kicks in, The ZWO appears on stage with the rising of the area lights. Clad in ZWO shirts they walk behind Ruby. ZMAC pulls Ruvy by the hair and gives her a big wet kiss before throwing to the ground. The ZWO look around. ZMAC raises his right hand in the air as Kaz favors his ribs but raises his right hand as well.
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Reid: I don’t believe it. The ZWO are here.
Jimmy: They even came out together as a symbol of their unity.
Wavedigger: And the song is very symbolic of their respective journeys.
The ZWO walk down to the ring with Ruby and Buddy Roman. Kaz walks up the steps and gingerly crosses between the ropes as ZMAC gives no fucks and rolls into the ring. ZMAC grabs the mic from Taylor.
ZMAC: Japan, WHERE MY RATS AT?
The crowd pops.
ZMAC: Now the guardians done did tried to do ya bois all dirty. N’ fah the most part I’d say that they succeeded. They broke ya bois arm. They tore my pectoral and busted my wrist. They done and broke the ribs of KMAZ. Many would think that’s a job well done. They took the tag belts off of the ZWO but they didn’t take our fight. They didn’t take our heart. They stopped with our arms and ribs when they should have taken our necks. Now Kevy B, you back there with your world title around your waist but allow us to tell you that you do not wear that championship like a man. You do not wear the TMNT PJs like a man. Allow the ZWO to teach you the meaning of HorrorKore N’ know that these injuries aint gone keep us from tearing the damn roof off this bitch! Now Kevy B, get cho ass out here.
Taylor Lorde: And the Champion…. From New York City… He weighs into tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds… He the UCI world champion..The King of the Brotherhood… KEEEVVINNNN BIISSHHOOPP!!
The entire arena falls into complete darkness, all lights have been taken. The audience left in darkness until a booming sound explodes out of the public announce system, taking control over the speakers. Words, the words of a woman's voice are seen on the titan-tron as the introduction begins.
See, the world from afar...
Every time that harsh drop of the bass pounds on the stereo system, the lights shine in synchronization of the beat.
Like dust from a star...
"Event Horizon" by Sttiched Up Heart officially begins as the drums start picking up along the song. A single spotlight emerges center stage exposing Kevin Bishop's back to the crowd, the design of his jacket the only thing seen to the audience's eyes. With the hoodie over his head, he slowly turns around to look at the disloyal fools booing him, slandering his name in their sheer ignorance. The chorus of the song begins which he expands his arms out to the side and a flash of golden fireworks explodes on each side of the stage. After that sequence has finished, he removes the hoodie from on top of his head then marches down the entrance path assuming that glorious posture in his walk. Ignoring the fans' arms as they stretch out in a futile attempt to touch the King, Kevin Bishop looks at the UCI World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
He takes a few moments to walk around the ring, eyeing down the crazy booing fans behind the barricades. When he climbs up the steel steps, he also takes his place on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ropes. Kevin Bishop removes the UCI World Heavyweight Championship from around his waist and raises it above his head, both hands on each strap. The lights instantly come back to life, lighting every detail of the interior of the stadium. Kevin drops over the top rope down into his corner, hanging the belt on the top rope as he removes his hoodie then tosses it at ringside.
Wavedigger: Here it is. Here we are. The cusp of these three careers. Kaz and ZMAC looking for world championship gold and Bishop, looking to defend it.
Reid: Kevin Bishop is the most successful World Champion. He has the record for most defenses as world champion. That tell you one thing. You knows what it takes to gain and keep that championship around his waist.
Jimmy: Being a two time world champion is nothing to shrug off. Kevin Bishop had to work extremely hard to attain al of his success and let me tell you, it will not be easy to get that belt off of him.
The three men each stand in a corner. Two bearing the scars of battle and one, the champion; fresh as the day is long.
The three rush the ring and all start trading blows but its Bishop that comes up strong as he hits a knee lift to the ribs of Kaz and an arm breaker to the left arm of ZMAC.
Reid: And that’s the champ; taking charge.
Bishop stands tall as Kaz gets to his feet. Bishop takes a wide swing but Kaz ducks it and connects with a back body drop. Kaz guards his ribs as ZMAC gets up and hoofs Kaz to the outside. Bishop gets up as he and ZMAC have a stare down. The two clash again, battling into the corner. ZMAC takes to the top rope and hammers away at Bishop with a ten count punches.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 .. 10.
Wavedigger: Normally you’ll see ZMAC switch hands but he can't because his arm is broken.
Reid: It's amazing this match is still going on.
Bishop pushes ZMAC off and connects with a vicious running lariat that takes ZMAC inside out. Bishop picks up ZMAC and connects with a snap suplex. Bishop covers ZMAC for the pin.
Jimmy: Broken up by Kaz!
Bishop rolls off ZMAC as Kaz hits Bishop with a standing shooting star. Kaz hurts himself but manages to cover Bishop.
Bishop kicks out as Kaz rolls over on his back. ZMAC gets back to his feet as he and Bishop meet eye to eye again before ZMAC runs and hits Bishop with a psycho-crusher. That pushes Bishop back towards a corner each man goes back to a corner to regroup for a moment. The ZWO join forces to tag up on Bishop and wear down the champ. They smother him in the corner, stomping the mud hole and walking it dry. ZMAC hops out of the ring as Kaz kicks Bishop towards the apron His head is hanging over the edge as ZMAC runs and hits him with a drive by! Bishops body falls out of the ring as KAZ leaps over the top rope with a plancha, landing right on ZMAC.
Crowd: KAZ KAZ KAZ!
Bishop is slow to get to his feet. Kaz turns around and charges him but Bishop side steps and throws him into the steel steps. Bishop turns his attention back to ZMAC as he pulls up the protective floor mats. He picks up ZMAC..
Jimmy: The Cast Out! Flap jack onto the exposed flooring into a single leg crab.
Reid: Double leg drop kick by Kaz to Bishop.
ZMAC gets to his feet, searching under the ring and pulls out a steel chair.
Wavedigger: ZMAC has one arm, what's he going to do with that.
ZMAC sets the chair up as Kaz and Bishop start brawling again. Bishop throws Kaz into the steel post and connects with a moonsault kick. Bishop turns to ZMAC who throws the chair at Bishop and connects with a wheel kick to the face of Bishop.
Jimmy: Bishop gushing blood. He busted his face open, may have lost some teeth.
Bishop gets back to his feet, refusing to stay down.
Lou Thesz press by ZMAC and a flurry of punches.
ZMAC: Now you’re ugly Bishop. Ugly like me.
Wavedigger: This is almost like some kind of initiation. The ZWO is dishing punishment to Bishop but Bishop just withstands it all.
Kaz comes back with a chair and crowns ZMAC with it. ZMAC falls hard as Kaz rolls Bishop back into the ring.
Reid: The champ kicks out.
Kaz picks up Bishop but it's reversed.
Jimmy: The Iron Maiden! Can Bishop get Kaz to tap out?
Reid: That’s the smart money. End the match quick.
Wavedigger: ZMAC with a shining wizard!
Jimmy: ZMAC just saved the match!
Kaz gets to his feet. ZMAC tosses him a vial of coke.
KMAZ takes a bump. ZMAC takes a bump.
The ZWO get back in action as they pick up Bishop and set him up for a double powerbomb to the outside.
Reid: Bishop counters!
Jimmy: OH MY GOD! BISHOP JUST HURRICANRANA’D ZMAC OUT OF THE RING AND RIGHT THREW A TABLE!
Crowd: HO-RHEY SHIT! HO-REY SHIT!
Reid: The table didn’t break!
Wavedigger: what do you expect from Japanese tables.
Reid: What's that suppose to mean?
Wavedigger: haha, only real wrestlers understand that, Reid.
Back in the ring, Bishop looks to connect with the Black Death!
Jimmy: R-KAZ-RO !!
Reid: The Champ, with heart and soul kicks out!
Kaz climbs the top rope, looking to finish this.
Bishop rolled out of the way. Both men are weak and beaten but Kaz gets to his feet first, having done that rail of cocaine. Kaz runs at aBishop and hits a corner splash. He pushes Bishop out of the corner…
ZMAC is able to hit the ring and pull Kaz off of Bishop. Kaz gets to his feetas they stare each other down.
A T T A C K
Wavedigger: Kaz and ZMAC picking up where they left off. Knife edge chops. Trading back and forth.
The ZWO go back and forth on each other until Bishop comes outta no where with a top rope double ddt to the ZWO!
Bishop pins ZMAC.
Bishop gets to his feet. Same with Kaz.
Jimmy: The Death Nail!
Reid: That’s it, its over!
Wavedigger: BOOT PARTY BY ZMAC! The pin is broken up!
ZMAC picks up Bishop who tries to fight in him but ZMAC kicks him in the gut.
Jimmy: World Tour 69!
Bishop rolls out of the ring.
ZMAC pins Kaz.
Reid: What The Fuh! No!
Jimmy: What did we just see?
Taylor Lorde: Ladies and gentlemen… The winner of this match.. ANNNDDD NNEWWWW UCI WORLD CHAMPION…. ZOMBIE… MCMORRIS!
Reid: I can't believe it!!
Buddy Roman: OH MY GAWD OH MY GAWD!
Wavedigger: For the first time in his six year career, having been kept down and stepped over, Zombie McMorris has finally climbed the mountain.
Buddy Roman and Ruby both get into the ring. Ruby sits next to ZMAC and hugs him as Buddy Roman takes the title from the ref. He drops to his knees visibly crying. ZMAC takes the title and holds it to his chest. Ruby Helps ZMAC to his feet as Buddy helps Kaz.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
Kevin Bishop rolls into the ring, gets to his feet and with the ZWO.
Jimmy: Three men who respect each other, three friends just gave it their all.
Kaz, ZMAC and Kevin Bishop stand in the middle of the ring with Ruby and Buddy Roman on either side.
Wavedigger: What a night. What a hell of week. Talk about a Rite of Passage, it's been six years for ZMAC and this proves so much about him. Say what you will about him but now you have to call ZMAC the UCI World Champion.
Reid: And I absolutely HATE IT!
Fade to black.