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UCW Modern Warfare X; Apr 14 2010
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WARNING: The following program contains scenes of nudity, violence, and course language, viewer discretion is advised.

It's time // It's time // It's our time to shine // Get Ready // Get Ready // Get Ready for here it comes

Fireworks explode in the arena as a UCW Logo flashes onto the screen followed by the Broken Alliances logo Then 'Broken Alliances - Time to Shine' exclusive theme song hits the pa system to a momentous standing ovation from the .

Tonight Tonight our stars will rise tonight
Its Modern Warfare baby and the world is watching us now
No more hiding on cable or the internet
Tonight Tonight its time to show the world we have some fight

'Broken Alliances - Time to Shine' then begins to fade into "You're Going Down" by Sick puppies



Images of the past two UCW Events flash on the screen. They slowly fade into images of the reigning and current UCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sickle...

Many Project-X shows have been some of the highest rated pay-per-views in wrestling history and this year it will be the same. The UCW has a supreme line-up and now the world will see what this once storied company is once again reclaiming its rightful place...

Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know

Images of Frostbite becoming the UCW Southern Cross Champion are shown on the screen. They fade into images of former UCW World Television Champions...

Not since the first rise to fame has the UCW enjoyed the fruits of their labor like this. Not since the rise of the many great superstars through the ranks of the UCW has a greater group of men compilled in one company has been assembled...

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!

Images of Southern Blood holding the UCW Tag Team Championships show on the screen. Then images of The Hood, The Sinclair's and The Royalty show on the screen...

The UCW has had many legendary tag teams within its ranks and the current UCW Tag Team Champions want to become just that. Will they have a chance to become the best or will their reign fall short of their ultimate goal...

Define your meaning of fun
Is it fuckin' druggin' or guns
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circle in my brain
You can treat this like another all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

Images show on the remaining UCW Superstars Each man looks into the camera as their image fades into the next...

Dave Brickheart has cemented himself to be on the greatest UCW World Television Champions along the side of Thirteen and others. But will he be able to hold the weight of the Championship with manys now gunning for him...

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!

...Images of Mr. Hendrickson standing tall over Lee Williams and other victims of his treachery show on the screen....

Many men have come out from nowhere and have gained everything in the UCW. Will the new crop of UCW talent do just the same. Only time will tell...

This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore
With my fist in your face and your face on the floor
It'll be a long time comin'
But you got the message now
Cause I was never goin'
Yeah, you're the one that's going down!

One of us is going down

Images of UCW's storied past flash onto the screen. Then images of the UCW new guard flash onto the screen with its current superstars.

The countdown is on .. Are you ready!?

I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!

One of us is going down


The images speed up so fast so you can't really recognize them as he words UCW flash on the screen as pyros shoot off on the stage. Lights pan across the fans as rockets fire off around the stage, ramp, and ring areas. The cameras come to show some of the fans signs in the crowd and many read 'Sickle scares me!!' , 'UCW is GOLDEN!' & 'F*CK YOU ROYALTY!'' The cameras then cut to Gringo Sanchez and Brian Solie.

Brian Solie: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the tenth installment of Modern Warfare. I am Brian Solie and as always sitting next to me is the controversial Gringo Sanchez.

Gringo Sanchez: Controversial? I think not! I am more along the lines of Inventive and Intelligent beyond my years.

Brian Solie: Believe what you want Gringo. Tonight we have one hell of a show and I believe some controversy as well. Here is what I am talking about.

[SCENE CUTS TO EARLIER IN NIGHT]

Mr. Hendrickson's limo pulls up to the Showplex Arena in Trenton, Tennessee. There is a pause before he steps out of the limo. As he does he is met by Showplex Security. They begin to walk toward the entrance when Petey comes out of nowhere and blocks his path to the entrance.

Petey: Mr. Hendrickson I have to ask you about that phone call at Crisis. Have you finally found out who torched your office and did the attacks?

Mr. Hendrickson: If I were you 'Petey' I would get the hell out of my way.

With that Mr. Hendrickson enters the building leaving Petey with a blank expression on his face.

[RINGSIDE]

Gringo Sanchez: I am not sure if that was the smartest thing Petey could do. I have a feeling it's going to be one hell of an explosive night!

Brian Solie: I am sure that this won't be the last time we see Mr. Hendrickson here tonight. With that said folks we are about ready for our opening match here tonight between Cash ALLAN and Trent James.

Gringo Sanchez: These two men have a past that is storied and this match is going to be nothing short of a grudge match. However it seems like Trent James has gone silent in the last month, does this mean that he is scared of Cash Allan and the Black Zodiac?

Brian Solie: Scared? Possibly. But I think as you know Gringo Trent has been busy as he and his wife gave birth to their second son almost two weeks ago. So I am sure family trumps Cash Allan here.

Gringo Sanchez: He's scared, that's all you had to say.

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TRENT JAMES versus CASH ALLAN
GRUDGE MATCH
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At the instant Cash attempts to get in the ring, Trent spears him onto the turnbuckle! Trent delivers a couple of shoulder thrusts sending Cash down to a sitting position. At the instant that happens, Trent grins and heads towards the opposite turnbuckle. He crouches momentarily, making a camera like motion with his hands before running forward for a facewash attempt. Instead, Cash moves out of the way as Trent brings his boot up to stop himself. It's not quick enough though as Cash follows through on a dragon suplex pin that sends him crashing towards the center! He hooks the leg... One! Two! Kick out!

Cash sits up and glares at the referee yet it doesn't look like he's budging from the decision. He shakes his head in frustration and goes to lift Trent to a standing position. Along the way, Cash grips him in a side headlock grip and dishes out some trash talk. He lands a couple of punches while in the side headlock grip with the crowd eating it up with each hit. On the fourth attempt though, Trent decides he's had enough and lifts him up for a back suplex! Trent crawls over towards the ropes and looks over his shoulder at Cash with a grin on his face. He looks towards the crowd and the cheers get even louder.

He taps the top rope a couple of times and climbs them slowly with Cash still recovering. He leaps off going for a moonsault but Cash moves out of the way while Trent lands on his feet! Trent points to his head while smirking then drives an elbow into Cash's back. Trent then decides to twist his back onto his knees and lift him into a surfboard submission. The ref rushes over to yell repeatedly “Do you give up?” only to receive several emphatic “No!” responses in return. Trent keeps the hold locked in as Cash starts swinging his arms desperately trying to find a way out of it.

Once of those swings manage to connect with the side of Trent's leg. He repeats that same shot several times and the forearm lands once again causing him to unfold his legs in pain. Cash rolls over to his stomach and grabs the ropes using them to get up slowly as Trent is still rolling around clutching his leg. Cash goes to turn him around looking for Breaking but Trent kicks him away! On the rebound, Cash tries to run towards him in retaliation but Trent ducks and begins lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry lift! His leg isn't able to support it long enough though for the driver portion as Cash slides out the back and lands his patented inverted headlock backbreaker!

Cash tries to go for the Breaking Point once more and after much struggle he finally manages to turn him over! The ref rushes over to ask once again “Do you give up?” and Trent shakes his head repeatedly yelling “No!” at the ref. He uses his arms to try and crawl towards the opposite side of the ring for the rope break, but Cash pulls him back towards the center! Trent slumps back down to the ground and reluctantly taps causing the ref to signal for the bell.

Winner: Cash All via SUBMISSION
Cash Allan +1 Crowd Support for Winning Match
Trent James -1 Crowd Support for No Showing Match

Brian Solie: Wow I can't believe what I just seen here tonight Gringo! Trent James tapped out! I don't think I've seen him tap out here in the UCW in all the years he's been here.

Gringo Sanchez: Cash Allan had Trent James beat from the beginning. Trent had absolutely no chance what so ever on beating Cash tonight. As Cash said we are one step closer to the Black Zodiac being unleashed and he showed his fury here tonight!

Brian Solie: I have a bad feeling about this.

Gringo Sanchez: You have a bad feeling about everything, so this is nothing new to me.

Cash exits the ring and goes over to the ring announcers table and throws Jim Arnett off his chair taking it towards the ring. He then slithers his way back into the ring chair in hand. The referee tries to stop Cash but he is thrown aside. Cash then walks over to Trent and jabs the chair down onto his ribs not once, not twice but three times before slamming the chair onto him. Thats when Joshua James comes running out of the back and slides into the ring. Cash swings the chair and Joshua blocks but it doesn't last long as Cash slams the chair into Joshua's ribs and then bends the chair over his head. Joshua stands straight up before falling to the mat with the chair around his head.

Brian Solie: Cash Allan has lost it Gringo!

Gringo Sanchez: What did he lose besides his chair when he slammed it onto Joshua's head?

Brian Solie: This is out of control.

Gringo Sanchez: You're out of control!

As Cash stands in the middle of the ring doing his trademark pose the lights go out in the arena. The fans in attendance go wild flashing pictures as they do you can see someone else inside the ring with Cash Allan. When the lights come on there in the ring with Cash is none other than Thirteen. He stares Cash right in the eye and delivers a boot to his ribs and delivers the Broken Wings (Double Underhook Side Brainbuster) out of nowhere.

Brian Solie: WHAT?! Thirteen is back!

Thirteen gets back to his feet as the crowd is a buzz. Trent starts to get back to his feet and sees Thirteen standing there. Thirteen just stares at him to. Trent slowly makes his way over to Thirteen and boom leveled with a sadistic clothesline. Now the crowd boos Thirteen. "Endless" hits as a sinister smile comes across Thirteen's face.

[BACKSTAGE]

The cameras go live backstage where Mr. Hendrickson has just exited one of the superstars locker rooms. He has a security detail in tow. Melanie Branch comes into the scene.

Melanie Branch: Mr. Hendrickson, Mr. Hendrickson can I get an interview with you please?

Mr. Hendrickson blows Melanie off but she continues to follow him. He then stops and turns around and looks Melanie right in the eyes.

Mr. Hendrickson: If you want a job after today I suggest you back the fuck off.

Mr. Hendrickson glares at Melanie as she slowly back away. Mr. Hendrickson then continues on with his security detail looking for someone in the backstage area.

[RINGSIDE]

The “Lady In Red” songs hits the PA and the entire arena is lit up in red lights. They expect the lady In Red to walk onto the stage though that doesn’t happen. The music changes and turns into a heavy metal type song called “Open Your Eyes” By The Guano Apes. The crowd is a little confused as a woman walks onto the stage, wearing a black hoodie. The hooded woman walks down towards the ring and enters. She steps inside the ring and stands in the centre before removing the hood, to reveal none other than former VWA Woman’s Champion, Tinsley Lewis. There is a loud, but mixed reaction, for the former champion as she smiles and takes a microphone from the ring announcer. She practically snatches it out of his hand.

Tinsley: I would cheer too. The Lady In Red was not a bust. In fact, it was a complete epic.

Tinsley smiles happy as she walks around the ring. She looks at the crowd and shakes her head.

Tinsley: There was no reason behind The Lady In Red disguise besides making you people wait to see what came of it. I figured, I’d let you all wonder whether it would turn out to be a simple rookie, looking to make herself look cool or someone like me, who changes the entire foundation of you’re company. Don’t mistake it, people; I made UCW better the moment I lifted the hood from my head. The internet forums started to buzz and millions of extra viewers tuned in to hear what I have to say. I am the toughest woman’s competitor that VWA ever saw. The most resilient competitor VWA ever saw. Now, I will change the landscape of UCW,a nd become the first ever female World Heavyweight Champion in it’s history. I don’t care who holds the title; Sickle, Eric Herrara, Trent James or even Blake “The Cake” Mason. None of you scare, but I should scare you.

Tinsley continues to smile happy as she continues pacing around the ring.

Tinsley: You see, I could have easily gone back to VWA, and I could have competed for the Woman’s title there, but why bother? The company will always be special to me because I got my start there. But, they were never going to leave me expand my horizons and target different championships, so we fell out of favor with each other. Here, I can chase any title I want and feel real satisfaction when I succeed. Where is the satisfaction of reigning supreme over one division for you’re entire career? It gets stale. I held the title once and that was all I really needed to feel content that my work there was done. This has nothing to do with fighting against men. It has to do with building something I can be proud off. I surpassed heights in VWA. I entered as nothing and left a giant hole in the middle of their highway when I left. The road to Tinsletown was blocked forever.

Though as said, Rogue would always love VWA, but she felt ready to be better than a sole woman’s competitor, and felt like her abilities were being belittled by relegating her to fight the same people week in, week out.

Tinsley: I have held a Woman’s championship, and I am not here to hold another one. I’ll be honest, and tell the world I believe this companies woman’s division, doesn’t hold a candlestick to the amazing division VWA had when I was around, and currently has now. I didn’t have much intention of fighting with woman wrestlers when I came to UCW though one woman decided to call me out, probably because she wanted the reputation boost. Nikki Munroe, you took the risk and it didn’t pay off, because had I been just a regular rookie, this may have worked out for you but I’m not a regular rookie. No, I’m the toughest woman you will ever step into the ring with. It’s great you are on cloud nine right now after a win over Little Miss Perfect but Little Miss Perfect is not Tinsley Lewis. I respect your tenacity, and trying to stand up for what you believe in, but playing the hero doesn’t always work out for you, Nikki.

Tinsley smiles. Really, she had no problem with Nikki Munroe, she’d never heard of her until she opened her mouth, when she hadn’t needed too.

Tinsley: Oh, and before I go and let UCW return to normal programming …

Welcome to Tinsletown, UCW.

After putting UCW on complete notice, Tinsley raises her hands in the air, and makes her way out of the ring after dropping the microphone onto the floor. She makes her way up the ramp and up behind the curtain as the show returns to normal.

Gringo Sanchez: ...

Brian Solie: I am not really sure what to say after that Gringo besides I don't like her very much.

Gringo Sanchez: ...

Brian Solie: Is that all you have to say Gringo?

Gringo Sanchez: Si.

Brian Solie: Okay I have no idea what has happened so lets get the next match going.

"Rule Britania" hits the pa system as The Sinclair's came walking out onto the stage with the English flags in hand. The two of them walked to the ring and entered to a chorus of boos. The two of them with smug looks on their face look on awaiting their opponents The Royalty. Royalty's music hit the pa system and after a few minutes of it and no Royalty a referee came running down the ramp. He ran over to the current referee and told him what was going on. The two of them talked to the ring announcer, Jim Arnett.

Jim Arnett: Ladies and Gentlemen due to a scheduling error on the behalf of the Royalty, Mr. Hendrickson, has awarded this match and the UCW Tag Team Championship #1 Contendership to The Sinclairs.

Brian Solie: Looks like Royalty decided to keep their crowns in England this week Gringo.

Gringo Sanchez: ...

Brian Solie: Now the Sinclair's get their much deserved shot at the championships they lost a while ago. This was what the UCW should've done in the first place, placing a tag team unknown in the UCW Nation, for a shot at our championship was reckless.

Gringo Sanchez: Anyways what's happened?

Brian Solie: Nothing at all Gringo.

Gringo Sanchez: Thought so.

The Sinclair's smiled as they were awarded the match. They then got their flags back and started waving them in the air as the fans booed once again. Thats when the two men dressed in black jump over the barricades. They then encircle the ring. One grabs a chair while the other takes out a chain and put it on his hand. The Sinclair's ready themselves in the ring. One of the men jumped up onto the apron and drew the attention of the Sinclair's. This allowed the other man to enter the ring. Thats when the situation exploded. The man with the chair swung wildly missing Jessica. Jessica then hit the man with the flag pole. The man dropped his chair as Jessica hit him again. Meanwhile the other man entered the ring and tackled Jamie Lee. As the man attempted to hit her Jessica came and delivered a boot to his face knocking him off.

Jessica then picked him up and threw him out of the ring. As she turned around she is blasted with the chair from the other man. He then strikes and hits Jamie Lee as she started to get to her feet. The other man entered the ring, along with the other man, stand above their downed adversaries. The two men then exit the ring and go through the crowd. The fans in attendance boo them as they make their way to the back.

Brian Solie: Who are these two people? They have been attacking The Sinclair's for months now...

Gringo Sanchez: ... I think I know who they are.

Brian Solie: Who?

Gringo Sanchez: Two people who OBVIOUSLY hate the Sinclair's.

Brian Solie: Wow .. You are so intelligent.

Gringo Sanchez: Yes, Yes I am.
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VINCENT WILLIAMS versus DAVE BRICKHEART
SINGLES MATCH
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Jim Arnett: the following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Hell, Michigan standing at five foot seven weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds he is …. DAVE BRICKHEART!

Straight out of line by Godsmack blares over the pa system as a video comes on the tron of a heart then clips of matches with Dave Brickheart and after each match a brick flies at the camera cracking until finally the glass in the video breaks and a heart of brick breaks through the glass.

Dave comes out through a cloud of thick fog with a determined attitude and storms to the ring. Baseball sliding under the ropes he heads to one of the turnbuckles and punches it a few times before turning around and waiting for his opponent.

Brian Solie: Vincent might have his hands full with this one.

Gringo Sanchez: Has Vincent even won a match since he started here?

Jim Arnett: And his opponent hailing from Jackson, Mississippi weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds standing at five foot four he is the Dixie Bulldog, VINCENT WILLIAMS!

Southern Voice by Tim McGraw breaks out over the p.a. system. A video comes on the tron of Vincent Williams face in front of a confederate battle flag then he is sitting in front of chain link fence staring back with those cold hard eyes. There are clips of Vincent in different matches, Vincent training and hitting on a swinging car door. Clips of Vincent eating fried chicken and drinking a beer followed by clips of the AT & T building in San Antonio, the Bank of America building in Charlotte and then it does a back drop of Charlotte followed by a sky shot of Memphis and then a clip of night life in Atlanta.

After the video shows the clip of Vincent in front of the chain linked fence he walks out wearing wrestling boots, blue jeans and a plain white shirt with a hole or two near the bottom. He looks around a moment and even mouths the lyrics to the song a little before going down the ramp waving at everyone before dashing down the rest of the way and into the ring.

The two men stare each other down as they wait the bell.

DING, DING

Vincent and Dave lock up in the middle of the ring. Dave snapmares Vincent to the mat before placing him in a headlock. Standing up only to a crouching point Vincent rolls his shoulder tosses Dave to the mat and steps back. Shocked Dave sits on the mat for a moment, as he goes to get up Vincent hits Dave square in the face with a hard right jab followed by a left jab and begins to pick up speed but Dave grabs an arm and drops Vincent with an arm drag. Holding on the arm Dave quickly transitions to a crossleg chokehold. Vincent is grasping for air.

The referee asks if he wants to quit but Vincent says no.

Brian Solie: Vincent is determined not to quit. What a courageous man.

Gringo Sanchez: Funny how courage and stupidity come so close to the same sometimes.

Suddenly Vincent slips out and rolls out of the way. His face is red, his veins are throbbing in his face. Running over to Dave Vincent does a lou thesz press before punching Dave in the face multiple times. The referee finally tells him to get off. Vincent back off.

Brian Solie: I think Vincent is taking this a little bit too personally.

Gringo Sanchez: How about I choke you and see how you take it?

Brian Solie: Any time fat boy.

Dave grabs Vincent’s leg and drops him with a dragon screw. Dave comes from behind Vincent waiting for him to get up, as Vincent is getting up Dave drops him again with a falling neck breaker. As Vincent is laid out on the mat Dave heads to the turnbuckles.

Brian Solie: This could be bad for Vincent

Gringo Sanchez: No shit!

From the top turnbuckle Dave hits a swanton bomb on Vincent. Grabbing the leg, and lifting it he goes for the pin on Vincent. The referee goes for the count.

Referee: 1…2…

Vincent slides out from under the cover.

Gringo Sanchez: maybe they need to change his name to the southern snake.

Brian Solie: You do know that Vincent has beat up announcers before right?

Gringo Sanchez: I ain’t scared of no hick ass cracker.

As Vincent goes to stand up Dave drops a face dropkick on Vincent. As Vincent hits the mat Dave goes for a mandible claw but Vincent grabs him by the wrist and then grabs the elbow and follows through with the Aikido move, Ikkyo forcing Dave’s face to the mat. Still in control of Dave’s arm Vincent grabs his back and german suplexes Dave!

Brian Solie: I can’t believe he just did that!

Gringo Sanchez: Okay… maybe a little scared.

Dave Brickheart’s head bounces off of the mat, eyes wide with rage Vincent storms over to Dave grabs him by the hair lifting his head up and backhands Dave across the face before going for the pin.

Brian Solie: Did he just pimp slap him!?

Gringo Sanchez: AHAHAHAHAHA...

The referee dashes over and drops down

Referee: 1…

Dave rolls his shoulder over. Vincent is fuming with rage and goes in for a bell clap.

Brian Solie: I think he was going for the Dinner Bell.

Gringo Sanchez: Guess Dave didn’t want to eat that fried southern crap.

Dave counters and turns it into a cobra clutch chokehold. The referee gets at mat level.

Referee: give up?

Vincent: NO!

Vincent’s face is turning red but he balls his right hand into a fist, sticks out the middle finger just slightly leaving the middle knuckle of the middle finger protruding out. Vincent then hits Dave multiple times in the center part of his upper leg with the protruding knuckle of the middle finger.

Brian Solie: What the hell was that?!

Gringo Sanchez: Who cares? It worked. This boy has some serious street fighting skills.

Dave let’s go of the hold instantly and rolls to one side holding his leg and cussing. As Dave is trying to stand up, his leg still throbbing Vincent storms over and slams his head into Dave’s knocking Dave to the mat. Blood begins to spill from Vincent and Dave’s heads.

Brian Solie: Vincent is going bezerk!

Gringo Sanchez: DAMN! I don’t think aspirin is going to help Dave after that one.

Vincent starts stomping on Dave with ruthless persistence and speed until finally the referee has to shove him out of the way and check on Dave who isn’t moving.

Gringo Sanchez: Doesn’t this stupid trailer white trash trailer park hick know this is a wrestling match and not a hillbilly brawl?

Brian Solie: Man, if the Williams clan or Scott come looking for you I am not helping you.

Dave waves off the referee though and begins to get to his feet before charging at Vincent with blind rage.

Gringo Sanchez: This never ends well…

Dave is countered with a quick hip toss from Vincent to the edge of the ring. Running to the other side of the ring first Vincent sizes him up and then baseball slides towards Dave hitting him square in the face and knocking him out of the ring.

Gringo Sanchez: Told ya.

Brian Solie: Brickheart might need a plastic surgeon after that.

Vincent sits back leisurely in the far corner as the referee starts the ten count.

Referee: 1…2…3….4….5….6…

Dave starts to stir but is having trouble seeing straight.

Referee: ….7….

Brian Solie: I don’t think he is going to make it.

Dave pushes himself to his knees.

Referee: ...8….

He is standing up.

Referee: ….9..

Dave rolls into the ring. As he stands up in the ring Vincent taunts him by motioning for him to bring it. Vincent storms over towards Dave and they lock up center ring. Dave quickly gains control and drops Vincent with a body slam and Dave points upwards as the crowd cheers.

Gringo Sanchez: What? This isn’t the eighties people!

Brian Solie: Vincent is in a bad way.

Gringo Sanchez: Who are you commentating for? The legally blind?

Heading to the turnbuckle he doesn’t see Vincent sneak in behind him. Hitting him in the back with an elbow first Vincent turns Dave around and hits Dave with a jumping ddt from the turnbuckle.

Brian Solie: And Vincent drops him with a hard ddt!

As Dave is laid out Vincent waits for Dave to get up.

Gringo Sanchez: Told you, fucking southern snake!

As Dave is getting up Vincent rushes him with several blows. A right jab, a left jab, a kick to the shin. Dave scrambles to defend himself. A right jab to the rib sends Dave toppling to the mat holding his side.

Gringo Sanchez: Is that legal?

Brian Solie: You were raised in San Francisco weren’t you?

Vincent steps back and waits for Dave to get back up. As Dave goes to get back up Vincent stalks him, waiting for him to turn around. Vincent wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

Brian Solie: SOUTHERN HEAT! He is going for Southern Heat!

Gringo Sanchez: No! Roll out of the ring Dave, move!

Dave turns around. A kick to the gut, Dave bends over and is hit with an elbow shot to the adam’s apple sending Dave to the mat holding his throat trying to catch his breath.

Vincent drops down for the pin.

The referee slides over.

Brian Solie: This could be it

Gringo Sanchez: It’s over…

Referee: 1…2…3!

The bell rings.

Jim Arnett: …And your winner, the Dixie Bulldog…VINCENT WILLIAMS!

Southern Voice by Tim McGraw blares over the p.a. system. A video comes on the tron of Vincent Williams face in front of a confederate battle flag then he is sitting in front of chain link fence staring back with those cold hard eyes. There are clips of Vincent in different matches, Vincent training and hitting on a swinging car door. Clips of Vincent eating fried chicken and drinking a beer followed by clips of the AT & T building in San Antonio, the Bank of America building in Charlotte and then it does a back drop of Charlotte followed by a sky shot of Memphis and then a clip of night life in Atlanta.

Vincent is rolled out of the ring and high fiving members of the audience.

Halo hits the pa system. It plays for a few minutes before Mr. Hendrickson walks out with a microphone.

Mr Hendrickson: Good match Vincent. You have really shown yourself to be a value to this company so next show I am placing you in a match against Eric Herrera for the number contender spot for the world championship.

Gringo Sanchez: I know we are a southern company now but no, come on. It’s bad enough we got the cast of hee haw holding the tag titles and the big bastard from Deliverance holding another but come on not this!

Brian Solie: Man! I’m done trying with you, really I am.

Vincent frowns before grabbing a microphone from Jim Arnett and rolling into the ring. Holding the microphone he walks over to the edge of the ring and leans on the ropes facing the ramp.

Vincent: I appreciate the offer, without doubt old man. But, I know what you are trying to do and I ain’t one of your damn stooges to be played with. You better be careful too cause if you ever read Frankenstein you know that when you unleash a monster eventually he will figure out you are using him and turn on your ass.

Gringo Sanchez: What the hell is he talking about?

Brian Solie: So you really are as stupid as you look.

Gringo Sanchez: Shut up!

He walks over to Dave Brickheart and helps him up to his feet. Dave looks very confused. But, Vincent shakes Dave’s hand and even raises it up before turning back towards Hendrickson.

Vincent: I decided with my baby on the way and my wife having a rough pregnancy and all I am going to step out for a bit and be a father. When things are settled and I feel like we have a handle on it and all I might return. Seeing as how in my contract I have the right to hand over any match of mine to another roster member I am giving my world title shot to…

He turns around to look at Dave who is watching the exchange intently.

Vincent: …YOU!

He turns back to face Hendrickson.

Vincent: That’s right Hendrickson. Dave Brickheart versus Eric Herrera for the number one contender spot. See that right there is the kind a justice down south we call….

Vincent sucks the tips of his fingers starting from his pinky and working to his thumb.

Vincent: ….FINGER LICKING…

He holds the microphone out to the audience.

Audience: ….GOOD!

Vincent drops the microphone letting the sound of the thud reverberate as Southern Voice by Tim McGraw blares over the p.a. system and Hendrickson stands at the top of the ramp in shock.

Brian Solie: Dave Brickheart for the world title contendership against Eric Herrera!

Gringo Sanchez: Wow a crazy ass white boy against some low rider driving latin rap listening Americanized sell out.

Dave is standing behind Vincent grinning from ear to ear as Vincent stares down Hendrickson. Mr. Hendrickson paces the entrance ramp and before heading to the backstage area.

Gringo Sanchez: This is exactly what NOT to do to the Boss. Vincent Williams has given up his chance at becoming the UCW World Heavyweight Champion to Dave Brickheart. This goes against everything Mr. Hendrickson has aimed for in the UCW.

Brian Solie: What he aimed for? Have you been listening to anything this self-centered ass has said at all since taking the UCW over?

Gringo Sanchez: I've listened to another self-centered ass for far too long, so I can say yes to that question.

[BACKSTAGE]

The scene cuts backstage before anything else could be witnessed from the commentating table to Winston Wolfe. Winston looks into the camera with a blank expression on his face as you can see medical staff behind him.

Winston Wolfe: Guys right behind me the medical staff is working on Violator who was jumped here in the backstage area. No one knows who did this to Violator or for what reason but as of right now he needs medical attention. Security is on the look out right now for the attacker and at this point guys it looks like his match against Eric Herrera will not happen. Back to you Brian and Gringo.


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MAIN EVENT
SICKLE© versus FROSTBITE©
CHAMPION SHOWCASE
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Jim Arnett: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The Curse by Disturbed hits the PA system as the lights go out. Clips of people committing murder, abortion clinics burning, and Sickle in his new mask apppear. Twenty eight seconds into the song Sickle walks out to an explosion over the tron, after the explosion blood drips over the tron as Sickle walks to the ring in a very angry manner. Rolling under the ropes he stands back on his feet once inside the ring, intimidating the referee till he leaves the ring Sickle lowers on his haunches, near squatting as he eyes the ramp waiting like an eager wolf for its prey.

Jim Arnett: Introducing first, from Prairieville, Louisiana weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the reigning UCW World Heavyweight Champion... Sickle!

Brian Solie: Sickle has been dominant since entering UCW. Very few have been able to stand a chance against this man.

Gringo Sanchez: But he hasn't faced Frostbite which is all that really matters. Frostbite has been equally dominant gaining pinfall victories over the two most dominant Television Champions in UCW history. Don't you forget it.

Brian Solie: Right, we also know that most Television champions have gone on to become World Champion at least once in their careers. So Sickle really needs to avoid underestimating what could be the next big thing.

Gringo Sanchez: Plus, I think the guy is more interested in destroying people than actually wrestling. Now THAT is scary.

Blue pryo shoots from all four ring posts as "King of Kings blare out of the sound system as the fans begin to whip into a frenzy. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena for just a few seconds but in the dark you can heard a cold wind blowing. The lights come back on, but they are a light blue color as that same cold wind continues to blow as the UCW camera pan out into the crowd as we see a few of them with either goose bumps on their arms or legs as it appears to have drop a few degrees inside.

As the cold wind continues to blow we look up to the top of the arena and it appears to be snowing as begins to fall all around the arena. More blue pryo goes off, but this time it goes from the entrance way. The camera quickly glance up at the title tron as it appears in icy blue letters it says.....

"FROSTBITE"

It shows a quick montage of various matches in many different feds as he has his hand raise high over his head in victory. The camera zooms in on the cold, and intense look in his blue eyes just as the titan tron fades out. More blue pryo shoots out from the entrance way as smoke quickly fills.

BOW DOWN TO THE KING!!

Frostbite steps through the smoke with smoke coming out of his nose, as more pryo shoots off as the snow falling in the arena picks up as if it was like a blizzard inside. Frostbite takes a quick look at the crowd and flips them the double bird as he hears quite a few boos from the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring. Frostbite usually wears a blue t-shirt with any type of catch phrase on it. He wears long blue tights and either black or blue boots.

As he gets to ringside he looks right into the face of some of the people sitting at ringside and flips them off as he walks up the steps and jumps over the top ropes. A single spotlight signs right on him in the middle of the ring as the snow continues to fall all around him. The area lights comeback on as Frostbite turns to the ref and his opponent with a cold and intense stare as he quickly takes off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd as he quickly gets right into his opponent face chomping at the bits.

Jim Arnett: And his opponent, from Boulder, Colorado weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the reigning UCW Southern Cross Champion... Frostbite!

Brian Solie: Speaking of which, here comes the champion ready for possibly the biggest match of his brief UCW career...

Gringo Sanchez: Possibly? Are you on drugs or something? It definitely is, fool! None of those guys compare to the talent our World Champion possesses. Even believing that is a foolish thing to do.

Brian Solie: The only reason you’re doing that is because of fear... You fear that he will tear you up without even lifting a finger.

Gringo Sanchez: What?! I don’t fear anything, boy. I dare him to bring it on.

Brian Solie: ...Right, I wouldn’t necessarily call Dave Brickheart a nobody. The guy after all IS a legend.

Gringo Sanchez: ...In the past. Let’s see him actually do something about it.

The bell rings and we’re underway as both competitors circle the ring looking for an opening. They lunge in for the collar and elbow tie up with Sickle taking the early advantage locking in a side headlock. Frostbite moves towards the left set of ropes looking for a rope break and momentarily gets it. Sickle then decides to sneak in a punch to the stomach then bends him over and draws the ire of the surrounding crowd. The referee begins to scold Sickle for his actions but he simply shrugs it off and laughs. He turns back towards Frostbite and goes to whip him towards the opposite ropes. Sickle walks over towards the center and ducks looking for an overhead toss. Instead Frostbite is able to stop and nail Sickle with a kick to the chin! He quickly transitions into a swinging neck breaker and goes for a cover.

One!

Two!

Kick out!

Brian Solie: Frostbite off to a good start so far. He’s taking it to the champion.

Gringo Sanchez: Let’s see how long he actually keeps it... I don’t wanna start jumping the bandwagon all quick like you do.

Frostbite glares at the referee but he enforces the two-count. He turns his attention back towards Sickle and locks in a sleeper. Sickle shifts his weight to a seated position while Frostbite is now on his knees with the move still locked in. Sickle slowly gets to his feet with Frostbite following closely behind. He nails a couple of back elbows to the head causing Frostbite to back up with each shot. Once he’s finally free, Sickle heads over towards the left set of ropes. With Frostbite still dazed, he sneaks in a clothesline that sends Frostbite flipping over a couple of rotations. The fans gasp at the sheer power showcased as Sickle laughs admiring it.

Brian Solie: Did you see Frostbite’s eyes roll out? Sickle definitely had malicious intent with that one. He wasn’t merely looking to win.

Gringo Sanchez: He knew what he was getting into by accepting the challenge. Sickle never settles for less. You should know that by now.

He walks over towards Frostbite’s body and sits down applying a camel clutch. While he’s got it gripped, he decides to toss in a fair share of trash talk his way. He laughs and nails a couple of forearm shots to the head in between adding further insult to injury. The ref scolds him in between shots and starts counting causing Sickle to slip back into a normal camel clutch. He smirks as the surrounding crowd begins to toss in their fair share of boos in return. The ref goes to check on Frostbite’s condition only to receive several “No!” responses in return. The crowd begins to will him on as he starts rising to his hands and knees lifting Sickle along the way! Sickle momentarily releases the hold then jumps landing back in seated position. This causes Frostbite to fall back down to the canvas and Sickle relocks in the submission much to the chagrin of the surrounding crowd.

Brian Solie: What a disgrace. Frostbite wanted nothing more than a challenge. He didn’t deserve this type of treatment in any way.

Gringo Sanchez: Too bad. No one ever said life was fair. Frostbite saw the carnage that ensued in the past half year yet he still chose to be stubborn. Now he must suffer the consequences just like everyone else.

Frostbite sinks back down to the ground and grimaces in pain as he desperately tries to escape. He slowly begins to fade as the ref rushes over to check on his condition. He raises the hand once to no response. He repeats it again and still doesn’t get any response. He tries to complete the trifecta but the arm stops midway! The crowd goes ballistic as Frostbite shakes his hand violently and lifts his weight slightly to begin crawling towards the ropes. Sickle desperately tries to stop the long venture to the left side but there is no stopping this bastard from trying. He keeps chugging along until he extends an arm out towards the bottom rope causing the ref to signal a rope break. Sickle however refuses to let it go causing the ref to start counting.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Sickle releases it but not without dishing out a slap to the back of the head in further humiliation. The ref scolds him all for Sickle to extend his hands out pretending he did nothing wrong. The altercation buys Frostbite some time to use the ropes to slowly get to his feet. Once he’s up fully and leaning against them, Sickle returns in time to receive a flapjack onto the bottom left turnbuckle! Sickle stumbles backwards into the locked grip of a German suplex! The release grip sends him flying back towards the center at a fast speed as Frostbite grins in approval. He heads over towards Sickle’s body and looks about ready to lock his legs into a sharpshooter grip. Instead, he gets kicked off and sent towards the center. He tries once again and this time Sickle lifts him slightly into an inverted atomic drop as the surrounding crowd lets out a loud groan.

Brian Solie: Talk about an interesting twist of the rules there... Sickle nearly risked disqualification!

Gringo Sanchez: You gotta do whatever it takes to remain king of the jungle. I don’t blame him one bit.

Sickle lands a backhand slap to the face and then before he could react nails a jumping roundhouse kick to the back of the head! The crowd gasps at the speed of the move as Sickle teases going for a pin fall. Then he shakes his head and lifts up Frostbite by the hair as the surrounding crowd voices their fair share of grievances. He goes to Irish whip Frostbite but then jerks him back looking for his famous Crimson Cloak... Instead, Frostbite is able to duck and land a hangman’s neck breaker! The crowd bursts into deafening cheers even though Frostbite isn’t able to capitalize. He lays flat on his back catching his breath as Sickle lays motionless alongside him.

Brian Solie: That was definitely a desperation move on the part of Frostbite. Sickle decides to spend a little too much time showboating and paid for it dearly.

Gringo Sanchez: You don’t think God ever took time out of his busy day to survey his creation? Come on now, don’t be stupid.

Brian Solie: There is surveying and then there is blatant arrogance. Sickle allowed it to get to his head and he’s not paying for it.

Gringo Sanchez: Whatever floats your boat, kid. Doesn’t mean it has to be the truth.

Frostbite slowly turns over to his stomach and pushes off to a seated position. He heads over towards Sickle and drags him towards the lower left corner. He points up causing the crowd to cheer loudly in return. He exits the apron and jumps off landing a leg drop onto Sickle’s head! He rolls around in pain but it sure doesn’t stop Frostbite from following up with a neck snap! He lands in seated position and has a crazed look in his eyes, which gets the crowd’s reaction to become even louder. He rises to his feet and lifts a hand up signaling for the Snowstorm possibly. As he stands there crouched, Sickle slowly begins getting to his feet with his back turned towards Frostbite.

Brian Solie: Uh oh, looks like the champ is in trouble now. Don’t turn around, Sickle!

Gringo Sanchez: Pfft, pointless posturing. What a waste of our damn time!

Once he does actually turn around, Frostbite goes to kick him in the gut. He lifts him up for Snowstorm and keeps him lifted as he walks towards the center of the ring. The slight delay has opened up time for Sickle to slide out the back and land a neck breaker along the way! Sickle sits up with that smirk being present on his face once again. He heads towards Frostbite’s body and dishes out some trash talk before mounting him for a series of closed fist punches to the head while grabbing onto his hair with the other. The ref begins counting even though Sickle shows no signs of even caring.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Sickle lets go as blood starts pouring out of Frostbite’s head. This only causes the boos to get even louder as the ref shoves Sickle off of Frostbite. He glares at the referee who stands his ground looking really worried about Frostbite’s condition. Sickle hands are raised to grip his hair as he reluctantly retreats to a neutral corner. This buys Frostbite some time to roll onto his stomach and wipe off some of the blood from his forehead. He shakes his head in order to shake the cobwebs and slowly attempts to shake the cobwebs. Sickle goes to run in for a punt to the face, but Frostbite is able to move out of the way and dragon screws him to the ground! He quickly transitions into a STF which he struggles quite a bit to lock in on the larger opponent. Once he locks it in after a lot of resistance, the crowd lets out a deafening cheer.

Brian Solie: Frostbite has the champ right where he wants him. There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Right in the center, baby.

Gringo Sanchez: Go ahead and gloat about it. This ain’t Sickle’s first dance. He’ll find a way out of it that’s for damn sure.

The ref rushes over to check on Sickle’s condition all to receive several “No!” responses in return. He sees how far the ropes are and considers tapping out which gets the crowd to cheer even louder. The hand reaches mere inches of the ground before he decides against it and instead decides to make that extensive crawl towards the opposite ropes. Frostbite grimaces with each passing step, until Sickle finally decides to extend an arm over the bottom rope. The referee calls for the rope break which Frostbite reluctantly obliges. He heads towards a neutral corner to regain his composure as the referee goes to check on Sickle.

Brian Solie: I think Sickle has met his match. He just doesn’t want to admit it.

Gringo Sanchez: Nor does he have to... Once you allow those type of thoughts to enter your head it’s all over.

Brian Solie: Well we all need to admit that we’re human as well. It’s not like we’re going to be unstoppable forever.

Sickle uses the ropes to slowly get to his feet as Frostbite his back turned trying to regain his composure. Once he gets to a standing position, he heads towards Frostbite who catches him outta the corner of his eye. He begins trading punches with him until Sickle takes the advantage landing a couple of knife edge chops and European uppercuts that nearly send him over the ropes. He whips him towards the center then walks a couple of feet forward. Frostbite greets him with an attempt at a crossbody but Sickle catches him in mid air! He lifts him onto his shoulder and smirks as the surrounding crowd boos knowing what’s next. He spins him around right into the Cerebral Dusk!

He fakes going for a cover but then shakes his head once again causing the crowd to begin throwing trash into the ring. He shrugs it off and goes to lift Frostbite to a standing position and nail a vicious Crimson Cloak that flips him over a couple of rotations! The crowd chants “Holy shit!” as the smirk becomes even wider and he shakes his head signaling he’s not done yet. He goes on to lock in the Scythe! Frostbite screams in pain as more blood starts pouring down his face. He reluctantly taps out and rolls over to cross his arms over his chest in pain as the ref rings the bell.

Jim Arnett: Here is your winner, the UCW World Heavyweight Champion... Sickle!

Brian Solie: That was a BRUTAL ending right there. Sickle had plenty of chances to finish the match but he felt there was a message necessary to send to the rest of the roster.

Gringo Sanchez: That’s right. Glad you finally understood it. That being the fact that Frostbite agreed to be the sacrificial lamb at the instant he accepted the chance to wrestle him.

Brian Solie: But he took it too damn far! He didn’t need to nearly paralyze him!

Gringo Sanchez: It comes with the contract. No one said this business was for the weak at heart.

'Halo' by Soil hits as once again Mr. Hendrickson comes out from the back. This time he is surrounded by security.

Brian Solie: What’s the boss doing here?

Gringo Sanchez: It’s his company, he can come out whenever the hell he wants.

Brian Solie: I don’t mean that, smartass. I mean usually when he’s out here it’s for something big.

Gringo Sanchez: Well, if you would shut your mouth maybe you’d learn something for once!

Mr. Hendrickson: I have finally found the man behind the arson attacks. That man is none other than Sickle!

The crowd gasps in unison as Sickle puts a foot right on the second rope staring a hole through Mr. Hendrickson.

Mr. Hendrickson: What you did a couple of months ago is a crime not just here, but towards the federal law. However, I’m not going to press charges because I feel that’s never going to solve anything. Instead, I request that you seek counseling before you ever consider entering a ring again. Until then, you are hereby STRIPPED of the UCW World Heavyweight Championship.

The crowd lets out a loud cheer as Sickle is seen with a livid reaction towards Mr. Hendrickson.

Mr. Hendrickson: That’s not all... That championship isn’t going to remain vacant for long because your replacement is none other than... FROSTBITE!

The crowd erupts into a deafening cheer as Sickle goes to grab his hair in frustration.

Mr. Hendrickson: Now, I suggest you get out of my ring before it’s too late.

At this point, Frostbite starts to get up still trying to shake the cobwebs. Sickle exchanges glances between Hendrickson and Frostbite before a smirk crosses his face. Hendrickson starts to look worried as Frostbite is greeted with the lethal combination known as Memento Mori! The brutal display of brutality causes a lot more trash to be tossed into the ring. Once he’s satisfied with the brutal display he walks out with that smirk still present on his face. Hendrickson turns to signal for EMT’s to run down to the ring to tend to Frostbite.

Brian Solie: That was uncalled for! All Frostbite did was come for a fight just like everyone else. There’s no reason for innocent people to suffer!

Gringo Sanchez: Mr. Hendrickson had no right to hand Frostbite the title, especially when he didn’t earn it. Sickle has every right to react that way.

Brian Solie: Regardless, Frostbite turned out to be a pointless casualty in a personal war. I hope he’s okay in time for next show.

Gringo Sanchez: Even if he isn’t, no one ever said this industry was easy. Suck it up like everyone else.

Brian Solie: Unfortunately, we have run out of time, folks. Keep Frostbite in your prayers, folks.
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