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| RDS | Mar 11 2014, 03:08 PM Post #1 |
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[ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING PRESENTS] Posted Image LIVE October 31st from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada WARNING: The following program contains scenes of nudity, violence, and course language, viewer discretion is advised. "Welcome to a new era..." Fireworks explode in the arena as a UCW Logo flashes onto the screen followed by the UCW Crisis logo. -------------------- TYRONE ANTHONY versus RUSTY NAILS SINGLES MATCH -------------------- At the instant the bell rings, Rusty tries to run towards Tyrone with a clothesline. He stumbles enough for Tyrone to duck under and slip in a release German suplex. He heads over towards his head and sneaks in a headlock, wrenching it tightly. The referee rushes over to check his condition only for Rusty to shake it off. He shifts his weight slightly as Tyrone switches to a side headlock. He sneaks in a couple of elbow shots to the gut, backing him up with each shot. Once it is released, he runs towards the ropes and looks for a shoulder block. Once again, he slips and misses in time for Tyrone to slip in a drop toe hold. He locks in his patented Exonerated (Crippler Crossface) submission, but he is too close to the ropes with the momentum. Before Rusty could reach them, Tyrone releases and drags him by the boot towards the center. Rusty tries to kick him off, albeit a clumsy attempt, but Tyrone holds on and transitions back into Exonerated (Crippler Crossface). Once Rusty sees he’s back in the center, he taps out quickly to the hold. Winner: Tyrone Anthony by Submission. -------------------- SEGMENT -------------------- The scene opens in the backstage area where we are headed towards a certain office. It's marked with the tag General Manager but the name is taped over with the lettering on the tape being blurred out. We knock on the door of the office and are greeted by much deeper tone than we are used to. "Come in!" We enter the room and the crowd pops at the instant it's revealed who is sitting there. It's one half of the longest reigning tag team champions and recently retired Jason Williams! The camera man is in shock and stands there for a bit, until Jason grunts and shrugs his shoulders. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get down to business? What is it you want?" "I was wondering where Mr. Nogueira was. I'm here to notify him of a few signings to his brand along with a couple of title shot requests." Jason rolls his eyes once he hears this. He then leans forward and scowls at the camera man. "Ken Nogueira was injured in a motorcycle accident. As such, he has placed me as his replacement seeing as I'm the closest to family he's got in this business. Mr. Hendrickson has already made the necessary paperwork to make it a smooth transition." The camera man apparently prepares to talk once more but Jason cuts him off mid sentence, waving his hand. "As far as those title shot requests goes, I'm going to be taking this brand in a completely new direction. You see, I'm bringing back old school to pro wrestling." The crowd cheers loudly in the background as Jason grins at the barely audible reaction. "From here on out, absolutely everyone has to work much harder to make the big leagues and it starts tonight with the New Talent Initiative. I'm about to inject some fresh blood into the main event scene and it starts tonight when Rich n Brandy face off against Sweet as Candy in the main event of the night!" The crowd cheers loudly once more as Jason nods confirming his previous comments. "Now then, if those said people still want their title shots, well, I suggest they pay attention to tonight's show. Tonight is all about change. The line ends right here. Crisis is done being a joke. I'm going to bring some much needed prestige back to these letters starting tonight. Class Dismissed, you may go now." The camera man tries to get in a word edge wise but Jason points towards the door and he reluctantly obeys. -------------------- MARVIN SHADOWS versus TRISTAN SLATER SINGLES MATCH -------------------- While Tristan is making his entrance, Marvin assaults him from behind with a running forearm knocking him down to the ground. Once he is down, Marvin locks him in a camel clutch and rains in quick rights to his face. He keeps the assault going until the referees run over to stop him or risk disqualification before the match even begins! He reluctantly stops and fakes going towards the ring. Once they are distracted, he rushes back and lands a running punt to Tristan’s face. The crowd gasps at the impact. The referees are about to wave it off, but Tristan weakly lifts up a hand to grab the referee’s shirt, causing the crowd to cheer loudly. Marvin is in complete disbelief as he drags Tristan’s body towards the ring and rolls him in. He then stands on the apron and trash talks the crowd for a bit before diving in for an attempt at a slingshot splash ala Eddie. Instead, he finds nothing as Tristan moves out of the way at the last minute! Marvin arches his back in pain as Tristan crawls towards the ropes to get up, albeit a bit wobbly in the process. Marvin sees this and grits his teeth in frustration before running towards Tristan. He manages to land a high knee up against the turnbuckle, holding onto his head in the process. He looks to the crowd and shouts an obscenity before running forward attempting a bulldog. Tristan shoves him off and Marvin puts the breaks on last minute showing amazing balance. But what he’s not able to escape is a standing version Tristan’s Green Bay Plunge (rolling fireman's carry slam)!! Tristan goes for the cover with a big grin on his face, the ref counting alongside him. One… Two… Shoulder up! Tristan can’t believe it and neither can the surrounding crowd as they echo the word “Two!” loudly. Tristan stands up to question the ref’s decision but he won’t budge on the decision, holding his ground impressively. Once he sees he’s not getting anywhere, Tristan walks back towards Marvin and lifts him to his feet. Along the way, he is greeted with an aggressive European uppercut. He goes for his bulldog once more and is able to land it, causing him to grin at the surrounding crowd and nod. He starts Hulking Up (Hero’s Passion) getting the crowd to boo even louder knowing what’s coming as Tristan groggily gets to his feet. Once he turns around, he is greeted with a very emphatic Shadow’s Justice (RKO). He goes for the cover with the crowd down to a hush in surprise. One… Two… Three‼ Winner: Marvin Shadow via Pin. -------------------- RDS versus SHOOTFIGHTER SINGLES MATCH -------------------- Once both competitors have made it to the ring, they bow in respect to each other with the surrounding crowd showing their appreciation. They then circle the ring looking for an opening. After near an entire rotation, they go for the collar and elbow tie up. Rage ducks slightly and nails a fireman’s carry takedown. He quickly transitions into a reverse chin lock, keeping Shoot in a sitting position. Shoot shifts his body slightly to get to his knees as Rage transitions into a side headlock. Shoot slowly makes his way towards the ropes, then whips him the other way at the instant his back touches them. On the rebound, he lands a shoulder block. He leaps over Rage’s body and continues the run, only to be greeted with an arm drag by Rage. He tries to transition it into an arm bar but Shoot powers out and greets him with a quick Judo hip throw. He locks in an arm bar successfully as Rage grimaces in pain. The ref rushes over to check on Rage’s condition and he shakes his head furiously. Seeing this, Shoot lays down applying a cross version of it to apply more pressure. Rage lets out a louder scream in pain but still doesn’t give up. He slowly gets to his knees and the ref quickly counts the pin reversal. One… Two… Shoot kicks out and he lets go looking surprised at the situation. Rage with the force of the kick out is nearly sent towards the corner turnbuckle. He slams on the breaks last minute and shakes his arm trying to get some blood flowing once more. Shoot gets to his feet and is nailed with a clothesline with his free arm. He gets up quickly in time to get nailed with a modified overhead toss with the same arm. The crowd pops as Rage perches looking ready to nail his patented Crucifixion. He isn’t able to lift him up for much longer however, as Shoot slides off and nails a neck breaker on the way down. Once he is down, Shoot stands and grins at his fallen body. He heads towards the legs and looks to deliver a Figure Four, but he nearly gets kicked into the referee! He slams on the breaks last minute looking like he’s trying to explain. He doesn’t get much time to as Rage sneaks up from behind and nails a running chop block with his free arm. Once he’s down, Rage quickly applies an ankle lock walking away a few steps from the ropes. Shoot tries desperately to crawl towards the ropes but it looks like he is too far to reach either one. He grips his hair and screams loudly in pain as Rage wrenches it in tighter. Once Shoot sees he has nowhere left to go, he uses his arms to do a slight jump. With his leg strength, he causes Rage to barrel into the ref in a semi spear with the momentum. Rage realizes what he’s done and extends his arms to the crowd to show it wasn’t intentional as Shoot rolls around grabbing his leg. Once he sees it’s a lost cause, Rage looks around at them and grins, causing them to cheer. He nods and heads outside the ring looking for his trusty flag, taking it out slowly. He waves it proudly causing them to cheer even louder. He then rolls under the ropes and perches as if he was preparing to hit a homerun. Once Shoot groggily gets to his feet, in that wobbly position favoring his leg, Rage unleashes a homerun swing to the stomach region (The Saint George’s Cross)! The flag snaps in half with the impact as Rage tosses the evidence right out the ring. He drags the ref close to him and shakes him, going for a cover. One… Two… Three‼ Winner: “Rage” David Sadler via Pin. -------------------- SWEET AS CANDY versus RICH AND BRANDY TAG TEAM MATCH -------------------- Rich n Brandy are the first to enter, followed by Sweet as Candy. Sweet as Candy didn’t get to finish their entrance however. As soon as they turned from the turnbuckles to remove their entrance attire, Brandy struck quickly. She grabbed Hot Chocolate’s head and bounced it off the canvas in venomous rage until Rich grabbed her and pulled her away in order to prevent disqualification. Tum Tum turns towards Brandy with a scowl on his face, before turning to tend to his tag team partner. He gets shoved off by Hot Chocolate who groggily gets to her feet and signals for Brandy to bring it. Rich reluctantly lets go as the referee signals for the bell. She lands a drop toe hold into the lower turnbuckle and transitions into a STF. Brandy quickly grabs the nearby rope out of instinct, but Hot Chocolate keeps the hold locked in. The referee begins to count without her paying any attention. Once he gets to a four count, Hot Chocolate lets go and yells loudly “Payback is a bitch‼” as the crowd cheers on in the background. Hot Chocolate retreats to her corner to consult with Tum Tum while Brandy regroups. She hears the crowd cheering and yells back in embarrassment “Shut up, your queen demands it happen‼” only for them to get louder. Hot Chocolate sees her get up and starts walking towards her. They both trade rights and lefts with Brandy taking the advantage. The exchange continues till they reach the corner turnbuckle. Brandy gets up on the turnbuckle and continues the assault for more leverage. Once she reaches six, Hot Chocolate is able to catch her legs and deliver a powerful powerbomb, or at least that’s what we think… in mid air Brandy is able to counter into a hurricanrana hooking the legs‼ One… Two… Kick out‼ She lets go and complains to the ref about the slow count, but it’s not getting her anywhere. She drags her towards her corner and tags in Rich, while she applies a cross armbar. Rich dives in with a slingshot splash onto the exposed stomach region. The crowd cheers for the athleticism. He hooks the leg right after… One… Two… Broken up by Tum Tum‼ He nails a running kick to the side of Rich’s head, knocking him out cold it seems like. Brandy retaliates by running towards Tum Tum and nailing a running chop block with his back turned. The crowd boos her in return as she quickly retreats before the ref can notice. The crowd starts chanting “You suck‼” as Hot Chocolate slowly crawls towards her corner. Brandy yells for a tag but Rich looks at her with a scowl wanting to finish it off himself. Hot Chocolate dives in for the tag to Tum Tum and he cleans house with clothesline after clothesline. Tum Tum perches behind Rich and prepares for a standing frankensteiner, but Rich catches him in midair. He then runs towards the nearest turnbuckle and hits a powerbomb right onto it‼ Brandy then blind tags herself in as Rich goes for a powerbomb back to the center. Before he can complete it, Hot Chocolate goes for an inverted chop block causing him to drop him. He lands in seated position and stands up, while Hot Chocolate goes after Brandy. Tum Tum lifts him up and lands a powerbomb of his own‼ He finishes off with a jackknife type pin (flipping over forward like early SD games). One… two… three‼ Winners: Sweet as Candy via Pin. Ending Credits Nash: Everything |
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| RDS | Mar 11 2014, 03:09 PM Post #2 |
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[ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING PRESENTS] Posted Image LIVE November 21st from the Ben Griffin Stadium in Gainesville, Florida WARNING: The following program contains scenes of nudity, violence, and course language, viewer discretion is advised. "Welcome to a new era..." Fireworks explode in the arena as a UCW Logo flashes onto the screen followed by the UCW Crisis logo. Isaac Black: Welcome everyone to Crisis. Tonight we have one hell of a card planned out. This is the first show under the New Talent Initiative and it’s sure to be a good one. One of those changes was reinstating us into the booth, getting us out of the webisode format. William Payne: It’s felt like ages since we’ve been in this booth, Isaac, but it beats having to watch it at home. Anyways, tonight is a night full of evaluations because our new boss Jason Williams promised that he would keep a close eye on the roster. That good things come to those that wait... you gotta wonder what’s going on through that formerly twisted mind when he said that. Isaac Black: Oh, come on now, it’s not like we haven’t made our own set of mistakes. Give the guy a break. Either way, we have the recently hired Tyler Anthony main eventing against the return of the legend known as Rayzor. Boy, when he said he would start things off with a bang, he sure wasn’t kidding! He even managed to hire Rage David Sadler for the last one. The excitement is just killing me partner. William Payne: Well, sit back and enjoy the ride because this one’s going to be a good one. Just wait... Right as he finishes saying that sentence, he is interrupted by the opening chords of “Pain Redefined” as the crowd slowly gets to their feet. At the :17 mark, a pyro blasts from the stage sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers. Jason walks out to the stage wearing his aviator glasses as he takes in the atmosphere of the cheering crowd. He nods and then lifts a fist to the sky, and lets his head hang back while extending his arms to soak it in once more. Zhang Li Tian: Please welcome your Crisis General Manager, the “Professor of Pain” Jason Williams! Isaac Black: What a way to kick off the show. As soon as you said it, the boss is heading down for what we can assume is an important announcement. William Payne: Or he could just be here to chill out. After all, it’s not like the guy is a “Cold Hearted Bastard.” Isaac Black: Har har, you won’t be saying that once he’s gone in a couple of months. The poor guy doesn’t need any more hazing. William Payne: Grow a sense of humor. I’m only kidding. Either way, it’s his company. The guy could do whatever the hell he wants. Isaac Black: Watch the language... William Payne: This is the South, screw censorship! He then walks down the ramp, slapping hands with people along the way. He walks in casually up the ring steps, tapping each one along the way (ala Ken Kennedy SVR entrance). He then heads towards Zhang and asks for the microphone, shaking her hand shortly after. Zhang exits as Jay nods and turns to face the cheering crowd. He stays quiet for a bit as they die down before raising the microphone up to his mouth. Jason Williams: Wow, it feels so great to be back. Thank you. The crowd cheers once more as he smiles at the surrounding atmosphere once more. His expression then changes to a sort of a stern look, causing the crowd to quiet down. Jason Williams: But that’s not the reason why I am here. No, because I have an important announcement to make. I have met with Mr. Hendrickson about these changes and the first one is about to make Crisis one of the premiere brands once more. It’s one that will shake this company to its core. He paces around the ring to gather his thoughts as the crowd is heard murmuring in the background. Isaac Black: See? I told you he was here for something. That’s just the type of man Jason has been since the very beginning. William Payne: Lucky guess... I wonder what this supposed change is. I hope he doesn’t end up firing someone or doing something stupid. Isaac Black: With his experience? I highly doubt it, but we shall find out soon enough. Jason Williams: You see, last month marked the beginning of a new era and with that comes an important change that is necessary for business. My first act as General Manager is to bring the Southern Justice Championship to this brand, because of its rich history and its original intention. So without further ado, please welcome your reigning champion, my cousin, Hector Venegas! "Another Body Drops" begins to blast through the speakers as the fans in the arena start to rise to their seats. The lights start going out as police siren style lights swirl around the arena. Once the lyrics start and the beat picks up Hector starts walking out to the entrance ramp wearing his classic black and white bandana. He stands at the center of the entrance ramp and raises a fist to the air as fireworks go off at each side. Isaac Black: I can’t believe it. Hector Venegas is actually here! He has been in office for not even a month and has made one hell of an impact. William Payne: This was the same man that put Scott Stonewall on the shelf ending his undefeated streak. This young man can pack quite a punch within a compact body. Isaac Black: And let’s not forget that he is the cousin of both our General Manager AND of Eric Herrera, a family that holds so much prestige that it would put everyone to shame. William Payne: I was just getting to that, before you decided to kiss their ass. Either way, yes, we are here for quite a slobber knocker as my idol used to say. He then walks down the ramp normally by the center, not making contact with the rest of the people. Once he reaches the end of the entrance ramp, he turns to each side and smirks at the reaction he seems to be getting. He climbs the ring steps and onto the upper right turnbuckle raising a fist at the surrounding crowd. He repeats this on each turnbuckle, then his music fades right as he walks back to the center and shakes his cousin’s hand. He is handed the microphone as Jason steps aside for a bit. Hector Venegas: Thank you. When my cousin stated change was coming, no one expected for a man of my caliber to accept such an offer. If anyone has paid attention to my promos, I pride myself on competition. Me and Scott, we started something special with this title. We set the standard in brutality in this sport and challenged others to follow. But, as is the case in life, everything has a beginning and end. I don’t feel right trying to follow in Scott’s shoes, since he’s a legend for good reason. Instead, I’m going to make this championship my own by making some changes as well. Isaac Black: More changes? This show is turning out to be well worth the wait. William Payne: I know; I haven’t felt this excited in months. We’ve finally done it! We’re going to whoop the other brand’s ass and show them that competition is the spice of life! Isaac Black: Easy there, partner. They still are our co-workers whether we like it or not. William Payne: Way to ruin the fun. Hector readjusts the belt on his shoulder as he takes a deep breath preparing his next move. Hector Venegas: Beginning next month, this belt is going to be engraved into the minds of other people. This belt is what you must go through in order to earn your stripes. Every single roster member’s actions are going to be held under a microscope. Their efforts against me are going to make a big difference in whether they make it far in this business or not. He pauses momentarily allowing the crowd to take it all in. They are heard murmuring once more as he nods in their direction. Hector Venegas: Not only that, but this championship will now be defended under MMA rules. Which means, the only way to win is by submission or knockout, which is what me and Scott originally intended for this championship before Mr. Hendrickson got his meaty paws on it. You will go through hell, fire, and brimstone before you are deemed ready for Warfare and you got one man to blame for that... the True Definition of Struggle, Hector Venegas. Enjoy the show. “Another Body Drops” blasts on the speakers as Hector Venegas and Jason Williams make their way out of the ring. The crowd is cheering loudly at the combined announcement, making it hard to hear the commentary on the side. Isaac Black: What a massive announcement there by our champion, Hector Venegas. Can you imagine the caliber of matches we’re going to witness on this brand? William Payne: Screw the matches, what about the risk? I’m not sure if there are going to be enough paramedics on hand to handle this madness. You realize that at the end of the day, all of these people have families to go home to? How could you in good consciousness condone this animalistic nature? Isaac Black: Sigh, yet we’ve put up with a fair share of violence outside of this. So really, this would feel like a walk in the park. This is wrestling the way it was intended to be. If people don’t like it, then there’s the door. Welcome to the South, it doesn’t get better than this. William Payne: Ugh, I’m ashamed of calling you a partner. To think you actually condone this makes me sick. Isaac Black: Either way, we will find in short time whether he is able to surpass Scott Stonewall or not. Let the bodies hit the floor... totally fitting. -------------------- Brandon vs. ¡Viva la Revolución! -------------------- Zhang Li Tian: The following is a handicap match and is scheduled for one fall. “Cobrastyle” by Teddybears blasts on the PA as Brandon walks out to the entrance ramp holding a teddy bear underneath one arm while waving at the surrounding crowd with his free arm. He then nervously walks down the entrance ramp, with Dan Rock following closely behind. Once they reach the ring, Dan Rock is seen having trouble talking strategy with his protégé but he eventually is able to get to him right as his opponents start to come out. Zhang Li Tian: Introducing first, accompanied by Dan Rock, from Long Beach, California weighing in at 485 pounds... Brandon! Isaac Black: Quite an interesting signing we have here. I wonder how long it took to get him to find where to sign? William Payne: I’m sure you won’t be saying that to his face any time soon. With his imposing physique, I’m not sure I want to try. Isaac Black: Either way, with Dan Rock at his side, I’m sure we’re in for quite a surprise. After all, he is one of the fastest rising stars in the UCW roster. William Payne: For both our sakes, I hope you’re right on that count because he’s got his work cut out for him on just his first night on the job! “Smooth” hits as Alejandro steps out to the entrance ramp wearing his aviator sunglasses and royal blue cape smirking at the surrounding crowd. $ signs are imprinted in gold all over his cape, with the back having a giant one in the middle. Antonio follows behind him looking annoyed at his partner’s cockiness. He goes ahead of his tag team partner with a hop in his step initially. Midway through the ramp Alejandro whistles and extends his hands from left to right, as if making an ironing motion, with a Cuban cigar now in his lips. Antonio reluctantly obeys and walks down casually to the ring with Alejandro taking his sweet old time. Once they get to the ring, Alejandro leans on the ropes tapping his foot impatiently while Antonio stretches. Zhang Li Tian: And his opponents, from Calexico, California at a combined weight of 405 pounds... Alejandro Nevarez and Antonio León, Viva la Revolución! Isaac Black: Well, this is certainly an odd pairing. Both of these superstars are graduates of Eric Herrera’s training school yet can’t seem to get on the right page. William Payne: That’s certainly not the type of first impression you want to make on this business. But if it’s one thing I’ve learned the hard way it’s that appearance don’t mean anything. I hope I’m not wrong on this certain occasion. Isaac Black: If they don’t, I’m certain that giant frame of Brandon’s will get them to learn it the hard way. William Payne: What is your obsession with his size? Stop checking out our employees, Isaac. You’re making our audience sick. Isaac Black: You KNOW that’s not what I mean, but whatever. William Payne: Sure... we know you swing both ways, man. The bell rings and we’re underway as Antonio is shoved in to start the match. He looks shocked at his partner’s decision, but before he could react, Dan Rock has ordered the gentle giant to land a running big boot to Alejandro’s back sending him barreling into Alejandro’s stomach! Alejandro flies off the apron and onto the outside laying on his back as Brandon looks like he regrets his act of rage. While that has happened, Antonio has followed course in falling to the outside just a few inches away from his partner. Dan Rock is heard shouting orders to the giant in the background as Antonio taking the lesser impact of the blow starts getting to his feet knowing he can’t tend to his partner yet. That’s when Brandon gets in the zone and grabs him by the hair lifting him onto the apron. Once he’s there, he lands a reverse vertical suplex to the center of the ring, causing it to shake upon impact. Antonio arches his back in pain. He turns towards his mentor to ask if he did it right, Dan Rock gives the thumbs up and then turns them down with a scowl on his face. He then points at the body as Brandon looks down. He looks back at Dan being unsure, but he only nods in return. Brandon lifts Antonio by the hair once more and lifts him into a vertical suplex lift. There is a lot of resistance at first, but Brandon soaks in the blows and lifts him as the crowd gasps at his incredible strength. He then walks a few steps forward and jumps landing a thunderous Jackhammer! He prepares to go for a pin but Dan shouts something once again. He points at Alejandro starting to get up onto the apron and does the thumbs down again. Brandon nods and turns around just in time to catch him jumping off the ropes for an attempt at a seated senton or hurricanrana. He then turns around and in quick fashion lands a brutal powerbomb right onto his own partner! The crowd once again gasps as Dan Rock is seen being very ecstatic at the destruction he’s witnessing. He goes for the double pin... One... Two... Three! Zhang Li Tian: Here is your winner, Brandon! Isaac Black: Holy shit, what a match. I never thought he’d be capable of this when I saw him walking down that ramp. Eric may need to re-evaluate their certificates after that match. William Payne: I told you, Dan Rock is a genius. He constructed a perfect disguise to outsmart the competition. This guy’s heading places, just watch. Isaac Black: I’m not sure that’s a disguise. I mean, did you look at the guy’s expression? He was trying to show mercy all for Dan to egg him on. William Payne: Or it may just be mind games. Whichever the case may be, that was fucking awesome. I hope we see more of this soon enough. -------------------- Segment -------------------- The scene opens up backstage in the locker room of The Brethren. The two of them are shocked at the news that they must compete on Crisis before moving back to Modern Warfare as set forth by Mr. Hendrickson. Trent James: What the hell are we doing here Joshua? We went from being part of the MOST dominate force in the UCW to this. Being forced to wrestle on a show that is nothing more than a dog and pony show. I am a two time UCW Heavyweight Champion! Joshua James: We need to do whatever it takes to get back on Warfare even if it means taking out the new pathetic General Manager! Trent James: It's time for the Brethren to make a Goddamn statement, the General Manager it is; maybe then we can get off this damn show. Joshua James: Lets get out of here this locker room smells like Bengay and Tears. With that said Trent and Joshua snicker as they leave the locker room. Isaac Black: I wonder what that was all about. William Payne: Well the guy DOES have a point. For being a former World Champion, he sure got blackballed in favor of the newer guys. Isaac Black: I’m not disputing that, but this is NOT the way to go about solving things. That and our General Manager isn’t necessarily a stick figure. So, I’m not sure if declaring war at THIS stage is necessarily a good thing. William Payne: Agreed, but we shall see soon enough of this threat evolves to anything newer. For now, we have a match to get ready for. So, let’s send it down to Zhang for the introductions! -------------------- Tum Tum vs. Jordan Post -------------------- Zhang Li Tian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 200 pounds... Tum Tum! Isaac Black: Last month, Sweet as Candy participated in one hell of a main event against Rich n Brandy and walked out victorious. We were able to see how they are in tag team action, now it’s time to see them in singles. William Payne: Keep in mind, Jordan Post isn’t someone to sneeze at. He definitely has the potential to surprise people. Isaac Black: Well said. This should make for one hell of an interesting match. The lights turn off, as new Divide from Linkin Park goes on. The lights dim back on to a gold colour. Jordan comes out with his title on the shoulder and walks down the ring cockily hearing the boos from the crowd. Jordan reaches the ring and walks around to the stairs. Jordan takes goes on the first step and looks back with a cocky smile. He looks forward and steps into the ring. Walks to the middle of the ring and awaits his opponent. Zhang Li Tian: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada weighing in at 250 pounds... Jordan Post! Isaac Black: Jordan Post has just returned from a long hiatus to focus on outside ventures. He made one hell of a statement by injuring the red hot Eclipse. Now he enters this match as the reigning XPW Continental Champion. William Payne: And what a match that was. Hopefully we get more of that tonight. Isaac Black: This is also the man that came within inches of becoming World Champion. From curtain jerker to main event. Jay did one hell of a job by acquiring his services. Both competitors circle the ring looking for an opening. They then lock up in an aggressive collar and elbow tie-up, struggling for control. They continue the struggle until Tum Tum is backed up against the top left turnbuckle by the stronger Jordan Post. The ref calls for a break all for Jordan to release a brutal knife edge chop to the chest of Tum Tum. He continues the assault until the ref reaches the count of four. Jordan turns around to get in the ref’s pace about the count but he’s definitely not budging. He turns around to receive a missile dropkick off the top rope by Tum Tum, with the referee barely getting out of the way! Isaac Black: Whoa, Tum Tum is bringing the fight to the much more experienced Jordan Post. William Payne: That’ll teach him to take his eye off the ball this early. Isaac Black: True that, he should have followed up. Instead, he decided to take it out on the innocent party. Jordan gets to his feet in time to receive an atomic drop from Tum Tum. He follows up with a running clothesline knocking Jordan down to the canvas. He mounts Jordan and unleashes a serious of punches to the face. Once the ref reaches three, Tum Tum decides to kiss his fist and deliver one final punch smirking in approval. He reluctantly backs off and lifts a fist arrogantly at the surrounding crowd. Jordan is seen shaking off the cobwebs and using the ropes to rise to his feet. Tum Tum sees this and runs towards him looking to run at him for a clothesline. Instead, Jordan is able to duck for an overhead toss... all for Tum to land on his feet on the apron! Once Jordan realizes what happened, Tum hits a rope assisted stunner dropping Jordan to the canvas. Isaac Black: Nice heads up play there by Tum Tum. It looks like his speed is giving Jordan plenty of trouble early on. William Payne: It was that deciding factor that gave them the win last month. Jordan may need to watch out if he wants to start out on the right track here. Tum Tum runs towards the top right corner and decides to taunt the crowd from up there. The boos begin raining down as Tum Tum sets off with a beautifully executed elbow drop to the chest of Jordan Post. He then perches behind Jordan taunting for him to get up. Once he does, Tum Tum jumps onto his shoulders and lands a standing Frankensteiner! He hooks the legs right after... One... Two... Three! Zhang Li Tian: Here is your winner, Tum Tum! Isaac Black: Very decisive victory right there by Tum Tum. He had Jordan reeling from the get go with his speed and he never recovered from there. William Payne: The words from Jason Williams seem to have motivated Tum Tum to a whole new level. That aggression was raised up a notch tonight compared to the tag match. Isaac Black: Indeed, I definitely love this New Talent Initiative. Hopefully we see more of this as the show continues. -------------------- Segment -------------------- We fade to the General Manager’s office where Jason Williams is seen filling out some papers on his desk. He is then interrupted by a very aggressive series of knocks. He looks up from his paperwork and arches an eyebrow, with his tone of voice matching his demeanor. Jason Williams: Come in... They don’t wait long before barging into the room. The subjects happen to be Shoot Fighter and his girl Angela. Angela is calmer than Shoot Fighter, as he has placed his hands on Jason’s desk and is breathing quickly. Shoot Fighter: Did you see what I did to Rage Sadler last week? How dare he send me down to this brand after that match of the year candidate? Angela nods in agreement. Jason sighs and shuffles through the paper work taking out one that is labeled with Shoot Fighter and Angela’s co-signatures from when they entered the company. He shakes his head from side to side and points to them. Jason Williams: This is what happens when you don’t ask things properly, Shoot. I know exactly who you are and what you’re capable of. I scouted you in PWO and PWE which were both ran by my brother, Eric Herrera. It’s exactly what made me acquire your services in the first place. He pauses as it’s now their turn to look at him rather amused. Shoot Fighter thinks of responding but Angela restrains him, causing Jason to nod back at her. Jason Williams: Angela has the right idea. You see, in the past couple of months I have emphasized the term New Talent Initiative long enough for it to be engraved into people’s minds. In order to do that, I needed to sign the proper talent. You and Rage put my brand on the map. I couldn’t resist letting you walk away that easily. You’re one of the most underrated performers on this roster and I’ll be damned if I let you slip into the hands of that tyrant that quickly. Angela and Shoot both react in shock, but then smirk back at Jason. Shoot’s tone of voice changes from aggressive to sarcastic in the process. Shoot Fighter: So, what’s our first plan of action, boss? Jason Williams: I’m glad you asked because your performance against Rich Anderson will go far in helping me scout a number one contender for Hector’s Southern Justice Championship. Last week it was Sweet as Candy. This week it’s you and Tyrone. Don’t let me down, Shoot. Impress me and you get the title shot. I don’t care if you get the win or not. Go out there and be yourself. It’s a new era; people that were previously ignored are gonna get the chance to prove it soon enough. I just want you to trust me. Between the two of us, we can bring old school back to wrestling. Forget about Hendrickson. Come to me and me alone. There is a brief pause as Shoot turns to consult with Angela. After a long discussion, she nods and Shoot Fighter extends a hand towards Jason. He grins in approval and lowers his tone of voice slightly. Jason: Pleasure doing business with you. Good luck. They walk out of his office and close the door softly behind them. Jason sighs and shakes his head from side to side. Jason: Ken must have had a lot of patience to put up with this, but it’s definitely worth it. He turns back towards his paper work and continues as the scene fades to the announcers’ booth. -------------------- The Shoot Fighter vs. Rich Anderson -------------------- Zhang Li Tian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. A dragon with The Shootfighter's name in the middle appears and is interspersed with scenes of The Shootfighter executing various moves. He appears at the ring entrance with his valet Angela and they slowly stalk their way to ringside. He enters the ring and puts his stainless steel singapore cane in his corner and slowly takes his coat, shades and hat off, and does a Tazz like ritual of rubbing his hands and crosses his arms in a look of hate, rage and fury. Zhang Li Tian: Introducing first, from Bangkok, Thailand weighing in at 235 pounds... the Shoot Fighter! Isaac Black: Last month we got to see the Shoot Fighter for the first time in action against the legend Rage Sadler in an amazing sub main event. Tonight, Shoot Fighter finds himself once again in the sub main event against the man that main evented last time in Rich Anderson. William Payne: Pretty interest combination here, partner. You have the adrenaline rush in Rich Anderson competing against the martial arts background of Shoot Fighter. Only in XPW will you find so much diversity within one ring. Isaac Black: Indeed. This man is also pretty well travelled having experience in Hardkore World amongst many others. He’s been around this business longer than save for a couple in this company. Will his experience be able to pay off against Rich Anderson? William Payne: We said the same thing with Sweet as Candy yet look at them now? You can never underestimate the fighting spirit of Rich Anderson. “Voodoo Child” hits the speakers as the crowd starts rising from their seat at the first few cords. The lights turn to a blue and gold tint on each side blinking in tune with the beat. Shortly after, we see Rich Anderson enter the area with a Guitar Hero Guitar controller. The crowd head bangs in tune with his song while his name appears in the GH font on the titan tron. He high fives his way to the ring and then smashes the guitar in ring, setting off pyro. Zhang Li Tian: And his opponent, from Brownwood, Texas weighing in at 145 pounds... Rich Anderson! Isaac Black: Quite an exciting entry into the ring for this blue chipper. He’s gained quite a following after that performance last month, which I’m sure he’s going to easily duplicate. William Payne: No doubt, but you can’t forget the fact that Shoot Fighter always has an ace up his sleeve. He is one of the hardest wrestlers to read in this business. Ever evolving is the Shootfighter and it’s what has given him a legacy that stretches far wider than we can imagine. Isaac Black: Either way, both of these superstars are going to be placed on the spot after his announcement prior to this match. Every move is under complete scrutiny while he scouts for challengers to his cousin’s championship. Do you believe there will be any bias in that? William Payne: After the changes he has made in just two months? Nah, that would be career suicide. He’s got quite an act to surpass if he wants us to be on equal standard to Warfare. The bell rings and we’re underway as both superstars circle the ring looking for an opening. Once they do, they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Shoot Fighter quickly uses the size advantage to lock in a side headlock wrenching it tightly. Rich moves towards the ropes and shoves him the opposite way once his back touches them. On the rebound, Shoot Fighter lands a shoulder block knocking Rich down to the canvas. He jumps over his body and then tries to land an elbow drop after faking him out. Rich manages to roll out of the way at the very last second! Shoot Fighter rolls around grabbing his elbow which Rich sees as the chance to lock in an armbar from the sitting position. Shoot Fighter grimaces in pain as the ref quickly moves in to check on his condition. Isaac Black: Now, this is something we rarely see. Rich is going move for move with the Shoot Fighter showing his ability to adjust. William Payne: Which I’m not sure is an actually good idea. Infuriating the Shoot Fighter is something you really don’t want to do. Shoot Fighter shifts his weight with Rich holding onto the move. Rich tries to land elbow shots to the arm to try to keep him down, but Shoot isn’t budging. He continues struggling to a standing position. Due to his size advantage, he doesn’t have to reach a full vertical position in order to reach up and catch Rich off guard with a Judo Hip Throw! He shakes off his arm momentarily before running forward and landing a stiff kick to the back. The crowd groans alongside Rich as Shoot runs forward and follows up with a flip neckbreaker landing in seated position. He quickly hooks the leg... One... Two... Kick out! Isaac Black: Amazing counter there by Shoot Fighter. He showed amazing strength there by tossing Rich like a rag doll. William Payne: I warned you that trying to match submissions with this man is never a good idea. You can’t outsmart the man that wrote the book! Isaac Black: Hey, you can’t fault the guy for at least trying. Give the guy a break. With the momentum of the kick out, Shoot Fighter quickly locks in a tight headlock on Rich, not giving him much of a chance to breath. The ref rushes over to check on his condition as Rich slowly starts to fade. Shoot’s grin grows wider as the crowd quiets down in the background. The ref raises his arm up once to no response. He repeats the same process and still nothing. He attempts a third and... the arm is stopped mere inches from the ground! Rich shakes his fist causing the fans to erupt into cheers. Just like that, the frustration starts to build on Shoot as Rich struggles to get to a vertical base. Shoot Fighter turns it into a side headlock while Rich is now vertical. Once he’s vertical, Rich lands a couple of elbow shots to the stomach knocking him back a step each time. Once the hold is released, Rich runs towards the ropes. On the rebound, Shoot Fighter tries to pounce, all for Rich to slide ride between his legs! Before Shoot could realize what happened, Rich has landed a front dropkick sending Shoot stumbling forward onto the bottom rope. Rich runs back towards the ropes and on the rebound lands in a sitting position on Shoot’s back! He goes for a cover... One... Two... Foot on the ropes! Isaac Black: Great in ring awareness shown there by Shoot Fighter. Rich was gaining insane momentum until Shoot sent it all crashing down in a heartbeat. William Payne: That’s what happens when you allow the crowd to get inside your head. You need to capitalize or else it’s going to be too late! Rich sits up and stares at the ref in disbelief but he manages to stand his ground and enforce the two count. Rich then turns around and lifts Shoot to a vertical base. Along the way, Shoot is able to sneak in a vicious European uppercut turning him completely around. He then runs forward landing a bulldog. He gets to a vertical base in time to catch Rich with a release belly to belly sending his back colliding with the ropes. Shoot then crouches behind Rich looking to possibly end this. Rich groggily gets to his feet as Shoot scoops him up onto his shoulders. He then runs forward going for the Thailand Slam (Running Powerslam) but Rich escapes out the back door! Shoot Fighter turns around and is nailed instantly by a superkick to the face (Sweet Chin Music)! Rich falls to the ground with the impact of the move, not being able to capitalize. Isaac Black: Man, that was close. Rich was merely inches away from walking out with his second straight loss only for him to get out at the last second. William Payne: Yeah, I will admit that was pretty cool, but he’s wasting time here by not going for a pin. Giving a veteran like Shoot time to recover is never a good idea, I don’t care what your name is. Rich slowly crawls over towards Shoot with the crowd cheering him on. He drapes an arm over his chest as the ref counts. One... Two... Kick out! Rich rolls over onto his back with the force of the kick out. He lays there breathing for a bit as he grabs his hair in frustration. He then slowly gets to a vertical base right as Shoot rolls onto his belly. Shoot pushes off the ground and gets to his knees right in tie to see Rich running towards him. Rich attempts a shining wizard but Shoot is able to duck at the last second! He twists his body around and catches Rich’s leg in mid air locking in an ankle lock! The crowd is quickly silenced with that lightning counter as the referee perches close by checking for a submission. Rich grabs his hair in frustration as Shoot grins while dishing out some trash talk. Rich looks like he is considering tapping out, but he changes his mind inches before his hand hits the canvas. He instead decides to use his hands to bounce off the mat and with his leg strength sends Shoot Fighter sailing to the outside! The crowd explodes into cheers while Rich rolls around grabbing his ankle. The ref starts the count with Shoot seemingly out cold on the outside. Isaac Black: What a match. These guys are setting the bar pretty damn high and making our GM look like a genius in the process. It looks like this New Talent Initiative managed to light a fire under everyone’s ass pretty quickly. William Payne: This is awesome, partner. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this type of intensity placed onto this show. One... Two... Three... Shoot starts to stir as does Rich. Rich struggles to get to a vertical base still favoring his ankle. Once he is onto a vertical base, he limps towards the opposite ropes then comes back nailing a suicide dive over the top rope! The crowd explodes into cheers once more as the referee is now perched trying to check if both of them are moving. Isaac Black: Holy shit! Where did Rich find the energy to do that? This guy is incredible! William Payne: I strongly concur. This guy is definitely going places. Rich once again limps to a vertical base along. Shoot grabs hold of Rich’s tights leg right as he tries to roll in, using it for leverage to get up. Rich turns around and is able to land a kick that sends Shoot stumbling back a couple of steps. The referee is nearing a count of five now, which causes Shoot to milk it by walking towards the ring steps. He enters at the count of eight and perches in the corner watching Rich stumble to a vertical base. The limp only causes his grin to grow wider as he takes off full speed ahead. Rich turns around just in time to counter into a crossface! The crowd explodes into cheers as the referee quickly gets back into position for a submission. He doesn’t have to wait much longer as the momentum took Shoot close to the ropes so all he has to do is extend his arm and grab it causing a rope break. Isaac Black: Wow, that was so very close once again. Shoot’s temper nearly got the better of him right there. I’m not sure what he was going for there, but by the look on his face, it must have been something sick. William Payne: What’s it gonna take to get that runt down?! I’m telling you, it truly means something when you can get a man of Shoot’s stature in such a compromising position so many damn times! This is living proof that size means absolutely nothing! Rich limps to a vertical base and crouches behind Shoot, causing the crowd to start cheering him on. Once Shoot is up, Rich kicks him in the gut and goes for Back in Black (X-Factor)... all for Shoot to grab hold of the middle rope! He stumbles backwards onto the ropes as Rich quickly rises back to his feet. He tries to follow up with yet another superkick (Sweet Chin Music) but instead Shoot is able to duck and make him crotch himself on the top rope! The crowd groans in pain alongside him as Shoot quickly lifts him up into torture rack position. He then walks a couple of feet towards the center with Rich still trying to fight out of it. Instead, what he finds is a vicious Samoan Drop finish known as the Thailand Torture Rack! Shoot goes for the lateral press on the now limp body of Rich... One... Two... Three! Zhang Li Tian: Here is your winner... The Shoot Fighter! Isaac Black: Wow, how’s that for making an impression? Shoot Fighter has snapped and in a major way. William Payne: I guess the GM’s words managed to sink in a lot deeper than expected. Either way, Rich at least went out on a high note. He put up one hell of a fight for just his second match. Isaac Black: That he did. But as it stands, the experience of Shoot Fighter came into play and was the deciding factor in this match. -------------------- Segment -------------------- The scene opens up as Nikki Monroe arrives at the arena for the Crisis show. She enters the door with no problem and then Petey comes walking out of the Men's Room and almost knocks her down. Petey: I am so sorry Nikki I didn't see you there. Nikki Monroe: That's obvious you stupid jerk! Maybe you should watch where the hell you are going. Petey looks at Nikki shocked by her harshness and decides to see this through. Petey: What the hell is your problem Nikki? Ever sense you lost your UCW World Television Championship you've been off your game and been a complete bitch to everyone backstage. Nikki Monroe: What's my problem? Are you that stupid Petey? I lost my UCW World Television Championship a month after winning it. Then our boss decides to send me to Crisis to get a few more matches "under my belt"? What do you see wrong with that? Yeah that's right. This show is filled with nobodies yet to make a name for themselves here in the UCW something I already did. Petey: The Brethren is here to and so is Hector Venegas our UCW Southern Justice Champion. Nikki Monroe: Hector chose to be here. The Brethren, like myself, has not. We were sent here because Mr. Hendrickson is afraid of us as a group and he is trying to break us up. Petey: So what your saying is you are being forced to be here because of your association with Cash Allan? So don't you think you guys should part ways with him? Nikki grabs Petey by the throat and throws him up against the wall tightening her grip as Petey tries to fight free. Nikki Monroe: Listen here you pathetic piss ant I've heard enough of your psychobabble bullshit. Cash Allan is our mentor, our leader, and if you or anyone else has a problem with that find him and file a grievance with him. We are separate people with minds of our own and thus this attack by the hands of Mr. Hendrickson is unwarranted and an attack on us. So we need to prove that we will not be messed with. Tonight we will wake up all of the UCW with our actions. So sit back and watch as this show crumbles from within. Nikki releases her hold on Petey as he drops to the floor and gasps for air. Nikki looks at him and smiles as she walks off leaving Petey with a distressed look on his face. Isaac Black: So much animosity for the GM, yet he hasn’t been here a complete week yet! William Payne: If he’s going to restore honor and tradition to these initials, he’s going to have plenty of competition along the way. Isaac Black: No kidding. The entire Brotherhood has threatened to smash his office. It would be a miracle if our boss hasn’t already hired help. William Payne: You forget his reputation. He doesn’t have a reason to hire backup. He has family within the company, you idiot. Isaac Black: I completely forgot about that. No doubt the Society of Destruction is most likely overhearing this every step of the way. -------------------- Tyrone Anthony vs. Rayzor -------------------- Zhang Li Tian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The music starts and Tyrone walks out onto the ramp, wearing a pair of shades and his wrestling gear, he makes his way down to the ring with his supportive daughter following him, entering the ring, and waiting for his opponent. Zhang Li Tian: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 220 pounds... Tyrone Anthony! Isaac Black: This man has the opportunity of a life time tonight. In just his second match, he is scheduled to main event against the legend known as Rayzor. William Payne: I know, I’m getting chills just thinking about it. Rayzor made such a big impact on this business. But you heard Jay’s words minutes ago. He is daring the roster to make an impact. To show Mr. Hendrickson who the real dominant brand is in this business. Isaac Black: And I have no doubt that this kid is just the fix to do that. William Payne: Well, he’s not necessarily a youngster... Isaac Black: You get what I mean... "Take back the Fear" by Hail the Villain hits as Rayzor walks out to the entrance ramp. He lifts a fist to the surrounding crowd before walking casually down the ramp. Jim Arnett: And his opponent, from Edmonton, Alberta weighing in at 275 pounds... Rayzor! Isaac Black: The return of Rayzor has finally come. He was first seen interfering in the Mr. Hendrickson versus Rage Sadler match up and now finds himself in the ring once more. You gotta wonder how offended he must feel by entering the Crisis Brand to start off... William Payne: Whoa, stop right there. If this guy is a true legend then he must understand the concept of paying your dues. It’s not rocket science, pal. Nobody gets a free pass to the main event here... not even a hall of famer. Isaac Black: And it’s that attitude that has made Jason Williams the right fit for this brand. That’s exactly what this business should be about. Rayzor enters normally through the ring steps, but before he could completely get his foot around, he is ambushed by Tyrone Anthony! He gets a running start and attempts a rope assisted enziguri, but Rayzor is able to duck. He lifts him for a knee smash all for Tyrone to twist himself in mid air and land a kick to the chest making him collide with the ring post. Rayzor stumbles forward grabbing his back in pain, all for Tyrone to take two nailing his enziguri with the momentum. The crowd groans at the impact as Tyrone locks in a camel clutch. Granted, he’s close to the ropes, but it doesn’t seem to be affecting him much as he keeps it locked in and seem to be yelling some trash talk to the veteran’s face. After the final word, he nails a couple of forearm shots until the referee pulls him away. Isaac Black: What the hell is wrong with this kid? I don’t think we’ve seen this side of him. William Payne: He was told to make an impact and that he did. Very few are able to get Rayzor into this vulnerable position. Let’s see what he does with this. Rayzor shakes the cobwebs off and starts pushing off, attempting to get a sit-up position. Once he does, Tyrone takes off towards him. At the last minute, Rayzor is able to land a flapjack onto the top rope. He quickly applies a sleeper hold, dragging Tyrone towards the center. Tyrone looks like he’s fading, as the referee rushes over to check on him. He shakes his hand several times trying to wave him off, to no avail. He gets down to one knee with Rayzor smirking in delight. The referee raises his hand once to no response, causing the little girl at ringside to be sent into a state of shock. He does it once more and still no response. He does it again and... there’s finally signs of life as he waves his hand frantically at the ref. The girl at ringside jumps as he lands a couple of side elbows to the stomach. Once the hold is released, Tyrone runs towards the ropes. On the rebound, Rayzor is able to lift him into powerbomb position with the momentum (Fuel Injection). The crowd is silenced by what’s about to come, until... Tyrone twists it around into a Crossface takedown (Exonerated)! Isaac Black: Holy hell, where did that come from? William Payne: Beats me but I think Jay’s words are starting to sink in. Look at the increased effort from this kid early on. It’s awesome, I tell you! He’s living up to that and so much more. Rayzor tries desperately to escape but the momentum takes him swinging towards the center! He shifts his body and tries to flip out of it, but Tyrone continues the momentum back into it! Once he sees he’s got nowhere left to go, Rayzor taps out to a loud cheer from the crowd. Zhang Li Tian: Here is your winner, Tyrone Anthony! Isaac Black: What a huge upset for Tyrone Anthony. In just one night, he has made Jay look like a million bucks with that performance. William Payne: I have a feeling this won’t be the last we see of him either that’s for sure. Isaac Black: On that note, we’re off, folks. Join us next month for the finals of the World Title Tournament. -------------------- Credits Roll -------------------- |
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My new years resolution for UCW came true. Here is your surprise. -> Clicky Clicky <- A shiny new website with frequent updates. Oh yeah and I will also include a text option for the people that dread websites, so you get the best of both worlds... no Justin, don't even think about it, you damn pedophile. ![]() -------------------- Intro Package -------------------- [ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING PRESENTS] Posted Image LIVE October 31st from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada WARNING: The following program contains scenes of nudity, violence, and course language, viewer discretion is advised. "Welcome to a new era..." The intro to Slipknot's "Before I Forget" hits the speakers as we see scenes from a post apocalyptic game. Once we hear the word "Go!" a fist punches the screen. The bloody shreds of glass drip down the screen revealing scenes of past matches within the 450 era. Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm Catastrophic, not again I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections, I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle Fray the strings Throw the shapes Hold your breath Listen! We move to scenes of the Hendrickson versus Sadler feud. Then we see Jason Williams and Shootfighter shaking hands announcing their union to bring honor to wrestling on Crisis #7. Then we see the start of the New Talent Initiative. I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget BEFORE I FORGET THAT! I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget BEFORE I FORGET THAT! We move towards scenes of the Southern Justice Championship becoming property of Crisis. Then we hear the announcement of it changing to a MMA Title. At the 1:43 mark, we are directed towards various views of the crowd. The song continues to play in the background as fireworks go off all around the stage. The crowd raises up their signs for the camera to catch in all it's glory before heading down to ringside. -------------------- Intro Announcer Banter -------------------- Isaac Black: Welcome everyone to the second episode of Crisis under the new regime. Tonight our General Manager has definitely delivered in reeling in the top talent. William Payne: That’s right. Tonight we will have the arrival of the legendary Eric Herrera along with the former Television Champion Nikki Monroe. Isaac Black: Before we can get to that, we’re gonna have a throwback to XPW with the “Orgasmic Machine” taking on the self proclaimed “Perfect Warrior.” My god, you could already sense the arrogance dripping from their bodies just by saying that. William Payne: Yeah, whatever happened to earning said nickname? I guess it’s gone down the drain. Well, at least we know of something that HASN’T gone down the drain and that’s our GM’s choice of talent. So let’s take it down to our much more attractive returning talents, the Sinclair Sisters. -------------------- Shane Warner versus Matthew Evans -------------------- Jamie Lee Sinclair: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The main lights dim as a green, Gold and purple strobe light begins to slowly glide over the arena. Shane Warner appears from the curtain before pausing at the top of the ramp. He lifts his head in a slow arc, peering out over the packed arena before turning his attention to the ring. He makes his way down the ramp through an ocean of jeers. Shane arrogantly walks ring before reaching the steps. He reaches out to take hold of the steel-post, quietly climbing up the steps onto the apron, before spinning around and hooking his arms over the top-rope, leaning back into the cable with a toss of his head, sending his blonde hair back. Once again glaring over the crowd before ducking between the upper-ropes. Shane walks to the far side of the squared circle and slumps into the corner. Jamie Lee Sinclair: Introducing first, from Birmingham, England weighing in at 235 pounds... the “Orgasmic Machine” Shane Warner! Isaac Black: We all saw what happened the last time Shane Warner was motivated. He nearly paralyzed Dan Rock in their grudge match. William Payne: Well, after he got screwed by Blair Bolt from achieving his dream, who can honestly blame the guy? Isaac Black: Screwed? I didn’t know catching a midget was considered getting screwed. William Payne: He was screwed by management, damn it. There’s no way he should have been involved in that stipulation! Burn in my Light hits the P.A. hits as Matthew Evans walks down the ring with a smirk on his face. He walks down the ramp avoiding all contact with the fans. Jamie Lee Sinclair: And his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina weighing in at 215 pounds... the “Perfect Warrior” Matthew Evans! Isaac Black: Matthew Evans has just signed with UCW after spending his entire career with XPW. To say these two have history is one hell of an understatement. You can feel the tension starting to rise with each passing second. William Payne: Please... is this even a hard choice? We know that Shane Warner is a legend, so why not throw in the towel already. This guy has proven time and time again he could beat anyone. Isaac Black: Except Blair Bolt. He suffered his first loss against that man, fair and square. William Payne: Even then, Matthew has his work cut out for him. Hopefully this kid is not a major disappointment just like the other massively hyped signings. The bell rings and we’re underway as both competitors head towards the center for a stare-down. As each second passes, the crowd’s anticipation continues to rise. They trade words and it looks like Matthew Evans is about to walk away until Shane Warner decides to aim for a clothesline to the back of Matthew’s head. Matthew is able to sidestep at the very last minute and apply an abdominal stretch. The referee rushes over to check on Shane’s condition but Shane keeps shaking his head in return. Isaac Black: Shane tried to get inside the mind of Matthew Evans and it ended up backfiring on him. This kid knows him all too well. William Payne: I’m impressed with how quick that counter was executed. Shane Warner may have underestimated him by his own actions. Matthew gets frustrated with that decision and temporarily releases it to land an elbow shot to the ribs. He then reapplies it again, gaining a mixed reaction from the crowd. Shane continues to resist and delivers some side elbow shots of his own. Once the move is loosened slightly, Shane takes advantage and lands a modified hip toss. Before Matthew could even react, Shane has followed it up with a running kick to the back that causes the surrounding crowd to groan. He violently shoves Matthew’s head backwards and goes for a forceful cover. One... Two... Kick out! Isaac Black: Shane’s mean streak continues on with that arrogant cover. You can tell he’s got quite a score to settle with this one. William Payne: He’s determined to get back into contention. I don’t really blame him after that humiliating stipulation. It’s like Jay can’t separate business from personal. Isaac Black: But that match wasn’t made by Jay... William Payne: It’s what he wants you to think... you’re so naive. Upon kicking out, Shane catches him quickly with a reverse chin lock not even bothering to acknowledge the referee’s count. Along the way, he tugs on the move a little too much and the referee begins the mandatory five-count. Shane reluctantly lets go and shouts at the referee all to make a choking motion with his hand. Shane brushes him off and decides to reapply it on Matthew who is starting to stand up. Matthew doesn’t waste any time standing up and landing a modified stunner, sending Shane stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Matthew shakes off the cobwebs and runs towards Shane looking for a stinger splash type move against the ropes. Shane moves out of the way and lets Matthew stumble out of the ring... except he grabs hold of the ropes on the way down landing on his feet! The crowd cheers for the athleticism, but Shane quickly kicks one of Matthew’s hands on the ropes. Matthew shakes his hand off trying to get the circulation rolling once again. That slight distraction allows Shane to run and somersault completely over the ropes. He does a complete rotation and lands seated on the unsuspecting Matthew’s shoulders knocking him down to the floor along the way. Isaac Black: Whoa! Shane nearly decapitated Matthew with that move. That rage has reached yet another level, as if it wasn’t enough against Dan Rock and Blair Bolt... William Payne: If you got embarrassed while achieving your dream you would too. With that attitude, Shane is a shoo-in to win the World Title. Bank on it. Shane takes some time to stand over Matthew’s body. He bends over and yells “I’m the real Perfect Warrior, son!” before unleashing a slap to Matthew’s face. That move causes the surrounding crowd to boo even louder. He closes his eyes and spreads his arms right after. The referee steps out onto the apron and shouts for them to take the action back to the ring since he can’t legally count them out in a Southern Justice rules match. Shane shakes his head and lifts Matthew’s body by the hair for further insult to injury. He grabs Matthew by the head in a RKO grip while looking at the steel steps. The crowd quiets down as Shane takes off towards them. Right as he gets closer, Matthew slams on the breaks and converts into a reverse Russian leg sweep (The Stroke) allowing his head to bounce off the steel steps! Matthew shakes his head right after and lifts Shane’s limp body off the ground. His forehead is busted open from the impact as he is rolled under the ropes for a cover... One... Two... Kick out! Isaac Black: What the fuck?! How did he manage to kick out of that? William Payne: I have no idea... Matthew tried to beat Shane at his own game and almost succeeded by half an inch. I gotta admit, that was one hell of a counter. Matthew grips his hair in disappointment, but the referee continues to reinforce the two-count. He stumbles to a vertical base and lifts Shane, along with a lot of resistance. Along the way, Shane is able to sneak it in a low blow causing the crowd to groan in unison at the shot... but since its Southern Justice rules, there are no disqualifications. Shane follows by lifting the hunched over Matthew into a powerbomb grip. Matthew tries resisting with several punches to the head, all for it to backfire. Shane jumps backwards and lands an inverted electric chair allowing Matthew’s head to bounce off the mat. Isaac Black: They say revenge is a dish best served cold and Shane took that to a whole different meaning. You may not like HOW he got that done, but you gotta respect the guy’s talent in some form. William Payne: Now you’re starting to get it. This is exactly what was missing from his arsenal when he lost to start out his UCW career. Like I said before... Matthew is in for the ride of his life... and you tried to say I was wrong. Isaac Black: I saw videos of this guy overcoming a triple threat cage match to earn title contention. I know better than to count this young gun out. William Payne: Sure, he won’t dominate but you never… eeever, doubt the Orgasmic Machine. Get that right already. Shane smirks at the blood stain on the floor and laughs. “Payback’s a bitch!” Right after he says that, he heads towards the outside and grabs a chair. The crowd quiets down some more knowing perfectly well what’s he’s capable of with a weapon. He places the chair under Matthew’s head and goes to the top rope. He sets off attempting a somersault leg drop (Harlem Hangover), getting amazing air time and depth, all for Matthew to roll out of the way! Matthew follows up by running over towards the ropes and landing a shining wizard in quick succession. He discards the evidence and goes for the cover... One... Two... Two and three quarters... Th--- No! Kick out! Isaac Black: This man is fucking amazing... no matter what he does, he still can’t seem to keep him down for the count. You can sense the frustration growing on this kid... it’s when Shane is at his best. William Payne: I expected this kid to be nothing but hype after the way that Jay brought him in... but now I see what he meant by his insurance policy. This kid is definitely living up to it and much much more. Crowd: XPW! XPW! XPW! XPW! XPW! Isaac Black: Why the fuck is the crowd chanting the name of that company? William Payne: Out of respect for creating these two young superstars. Are you that stupid? Sometimes I wonder why Jay signed you... it’s a farewell match, nuff said. Matthew releases a battle cry and crouches behind Shane waiting for him to get up. He stumbles onto his feet and turns right into a kick into the gut. After plenty of resistance, he holds on for the Third Degree (Powerbomb into DDT)! He contemplates going for the cover but shakes his head instead. He drags Shane’s body towards the corner turnbuckle and nods towards the crowd. They go silent as he rises to the top rope... right as he’s about to jump off, Shane dives towards the ropes crotching him. The crowd groans in unison as Shane catches Evans’ body falling backwards into a torture rack grip. He jumps and lands in a kneeling position (Burning Sensation) keeping hold of his body. The ref rushes over to check on his condition all for Evans to tap out desperately shortly after. Jamie Lee Sinclair: Here is your winner, Shane Warner! William Payne: Wow, what a match! Did you notice how resourceful he was with that counter? That’s what you need in order to be a first ballot hall of famer. Isaac Black: Sigh... sorry for my partner. I think he’s been drinking too much of Shane’s wine stash. William Payne: They weren’t supposed to find out... I mean, jealousy does wonders to people and you’re the perfect example of it. Isaac Black: If that’s what you want to call it... -------------------- Segment -------------------- The scene opens in the General Manager’s office where he is seen watching the last match on the mounted television. He claps in appreciation for the match and then leans back on his chair letting out a sigh. Shortly after, the creak of his door opening breaks his train of thought. Rich Anderson walks through the door causing the surrounding crowd to cheer. He bows slightly and smiles back at Jason. Rich Anderson: Good evening, Mr. Williams. I’m sure you saw what happened last week between Cash Allan and Rage Sadler. Well, it has come to my knowledge that the incident happened to put Rage out of action for a bit. Jason Williams: What?! You’ve gotta be kidding me! Rich sighs and shakes his head. Rich Anderson: I’m afraid not, sir. He really is down for the count. This means that Mr. Hendrickson is going mad with power. Something needs to be done and quickly. Or else, who knows what will happen next? He may very well attack me next and I want no part of it. There is a brief silence as Jason sits there scratching his chin in deep thought. The silence seems to be making Rich uneasy and he notices this shortly. He then grips his hair and grimaces showing how heavily this decision is weighing on him. Jason Williams: I’m not sure what to tell you, Rich. I wish I could do something about this but unfortunately, this isn’t my show. I know I promised to bring honor and tradition back to this sport, but I can’t do it while handcuffed. Rich Anderson: I’m not asking for something big. I just want protection from his tantrums. It’s too much for me to handle. I mean, we have the tag team titles coming up along with Brandy’s Television Championship match. I need to make sure there is no interference in our future matches. There is another brief pause as Jason stands up and paces around the room causing Rich to show some rare frustration. He slams his fist on the desk and grunts. Rich Anderson: If I don’t get this, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands. Jason raises his hands and backs up slightly as Rich glares at him. Rich Anderson: I made your brand matter, Jay. I thought that work ethic would be enough to show you that I deserve better. But, it doesn’t look like it’s working, huh? No, because ---- The door creaks open once more as a familiar face limps onto the scene followed by another familiar face behind him. The faces belong to Ken Nogueira and Lance Williams! Ken Nogueira walks in using crutches while Lance is helping him with his bags and with opening the door. Ken Nogueira: Enough excuses! I’m tired of this bullshit! Every single week, I’m forced to sit home and listen to people demand stuff from title shots to retribution. I swear, if I hear another tantrum, I will blast all of you with my crutch! Jason looks like he’s seen a ghost, causing Ken Nogueira to chuckle. He then shakes his head from side to side. Ken Nogueira: I tried to stay out and look at what it got me... I’ll be damned if I tolerate another instance of my blood brother being mistreated this way. It’s time to pay the piper. I understand Rage was injured during that act and justice will be served because if Cash fails to win the World Heavyweight Title? He will enter the Temple of Osiris for the Southern Justice Championship. The crowd boos loudly at the announcement, but Ken Nogueira shakes his head from side to side right as Rich Anderson prepares to speak. Ken Nogueira: I’m not done yet. he’s not the only one there. There will be plenty more competitors entering that match. At Road to Destiny, we will have a stipulation we like to call Temple of Osiris. It will be a domed cage located at a junkyard. The only way to win is by pin fall or submission. There will be no weapons included within it and if you do bring one, you will be disqualified. That means that Cash Allan will come face to face with every man he has ambushed in the past without any way to escape. The crowd pops loudly while Rich does a fist pump in the background grinning from ear to ear. Rich Anderson: Thank you so much, Ken. I appreciate it. Ken Nogueira: No problem. There are gonna be some major changes coming soon, Rich. I appreciate what you’ve done for this brand, really. Just don’t let it get to your head, okay? Rich nods and walks out the door leaving Jay, Ken, and Lance alone in the room. Jay sighs and then hugs Ken Nogueira. Jay Williams: Man, it's so great to see you. Are you sure it's such a good idea to come here like that? Ken Nogueira: Look, man, I appreciate the concern, really... but I'm here because of people like that. You see... ever since I turned my baby over to you, they've been bullying you around, taking advantage of your generosity. Every good man needs backup. Which is why I've brought some along with me. Ken Nogueira motions towards Lance as he shakes his brother’s hand and then sits in front of his desk alongside Ken. Ken Nogueira: As long as we're here, Jace... honor will finally be restored to this business... I don't care if I have to use my damn crutch to do the talking. I'm tired of seeing my family treated like shit. Crisis is gonna become the best brand on the market whether they like it or not. Now, let's celebrate like only WE know. Lance brings in a pack of beer from the hallway and laughter is heard from the office as we fade out. -------------------- The Shootfighter versus Tyrone Anthony -------------------- Jessica Sinclair: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. A dragon with The Shootfighter's name in the middle appears and is interspersed with scenes of The Shootfighter executing various moves. He appears at the ring entrance with his valet Angela and they slowly stalk their way to ringside. He enters the ring and puts his stainless steel Singapore cane in his corner and slowly takes his coat, shades and hat off, and does a Tazz like ritual of rubbing his hands and crosses his arms in a look of hate, rage and fury. Jessica Sinclair: Introducing first, from Bangkok, Thailand weighing in at 235 pounds... the Shootfighter! Isaac Black: Shootfighter has been exhibiting one hell of a mean streak since that conversation with Jay Williams... William Payne: ...which I think is really beautiful, Isaac. It’s forcing both young and old to step up to levels they had never reached before. Isaac Black: I didn’t think that was possible with Shootfighter after what he did in the Hardkore World realm. William Payne: Nonsense. We as humans never stop evolving. He’s here for the same reason as every single roster member and that’s to become better than he already is. As we both know, Jay is a master at making sure everyone reaches their full potential. The music starts and Tyrone walks out onto the ramp, wearing a pair of shades and his wrestling gear, he makes his way down to the ring with his supportive daughter following him, entering the ring, and waiting for his opponent. Jessica Sinclair: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 220 pounds... Tyrone Anthony! Isaac Black: Speaking of full potential, here’s a man that has been rising through the ranks the past couple of months in Tyrone Anthony. He’s definitely one of the oldest in the roster and a key member of the New Talent Initiative. William Payne: This guy definitely has the talent that’s for sure. Although all of that is only going to gain you a bag of chips and a cup of Joe. That’s just the way the cookie floats. Isaac Black: And where did you get said experience? William Payne: You don’t need experience to see what’s happening in front of you, idiot. The bell rings and we’re underway as both competitors circle the ring looking for an opening. Shootfighter lunges in for the collar and elbow tie up, all for Tyrone to duck and land a fireman’s carry takedown. He applies a headlock to the now seated Shootfighter as Angela starts cheering him on. The referee rushes to check on his condition but he is quickly shaken off. Shootfighter shifts his weight slightly, while Tyrone moves alongside him, transforming the headlock into a standing sleeper. Shootfighter ducks and with the momentum hits a Judo hip toss, sending Tyrone flipping into a sitting position in front of him. Shootfighter doesn’t even give him time to shake off the cobwebs, as he follows up with a stiff kick to the back. He repeats it a couple more times before finishing off with a dropkick to the head. The crowd gets fired up for the quick arsenal but that’s not enough. Shootfighter moves him closer to the ropes and nods at the surrounding crowd. He jumps to the second rope and lands a knee to the face, causing Tyrone to roll around in pain. He then goes for a very aggressive cover, making sure to avoid contact with the ropes. One... Two... Kick out! Isaac Black: Shootfighter trying to end this match early and earn a spot in the Temple of Osiris. That environment would surely fit a man of his caliber. William Payne: That’s what’s so beautiful about that stipulation. You don’t need to be trained in martial arts to participate. It will be the harshest reality check either of these boys have ever seen! Shootfighter sits up and scowls at the referee, but he sticks to his decision. Shootfighter shakes his head in response and lifts up Tyrone by the hair, landing a couple of slaps along the way. Tyrone decides he’s had enough and sneaks in a strong European uppercut for good measure. Shootfighter is swung completely around as Tyrone walks up behind him and starts preparing a pump handle grip. He lifts him up to chest height and then tosses him backwards for a pump handle suplex causing the surrounding crowd to cheer loudly. Shootfighter, angry at being upstaged, runs at him in time to eat an overhead belly to belly. He nearly goes over the top rope, but he stretches his arms backwards to land on his feet. He pauses to sigh in relief and smirk at the crowd as if he’s outsmarted him. Instead, Tyrone runs towards the opposite ropes and lands a baseball slide kick to the back sending him sailing into the railing chest first. The crowd cheers loudly as Tyrone sails the top rope. At this stage, Shootfighter is rolling around in pain. Tyrone sails off landing a diving body press onto Shootfighter on the outside, causing their cheers to get even louder. Isaac Black: Tyrone Anthony is laying it all on the line and making the necessary impression on the boss early on. But, you’ve got to imagine this is all taking a toll on his aging body. Can Tyrone Anthony continue the momentum and turn it into a W? William Payne: Tyrone is playing into Shootfighter’s strategy right here. He’s playing to the crowd rather than finishing the damn job. Just wait... Shootfighter is the real deal, you’ll find out soon enough. Tyrone attempts to lift Shootfighter to a vertical base, to plenty of resistance along the way. Along the way, Shootfighter sees where he’s at and runs forward with a spear right onto the apron! The crowd groans alongside Tyrone as Shootfighter rolls him in. He fakes going for the pin but then shakes his head rather quickly. He mouths off “Not this time!” and goes on to apply a variation of the Shootfighter Leglock (Inverted Figure Four). Tyrone screams in pain as the referee begins a quick count that catches him off guard. One... He lifts his back off the mat using his hands and desperately tries to turn his body over. There are several occasions where Tyrone comes close all for Shootfighter to bring it back to it’s original form. However, after nearly five tries, Tyrone tries once more... and is able to reverse it with the added frustration from Shootfighter. Shootfighter screams in pain and quickly releases it as Tyrone crawls over towards the ropes. The person waiting for him there happens to be Shootfighter’s valet, Angela. Angela lands a quick slap to Tyrone’s face, causing it to fall off the bottom rope, where his face was resting. Isaac Black: Oh, come on, ref... do your damn job. It’s clear as day she was the guilty party. William Payne: You can’t call what you can’t see, bud... the ref was trying to check if Shoot was injured in that same time... William is cut off by Tyrone’s daughter running forward and landing a chop block to Angela. She rolls around in pain grabbing her leg as the crowd cheers loudly. That, however, the ref did see and he proceeds to kick his daughter out of the ringside era. This sends the crowd into a loud chorus of boos as Shootfighter barely realizes what’s going on and forms a sick smile. Isaac Black: Thank god for that little kid. There’s finally some justice around these parts. William Payne: True that, but take a look at Shootfighter’s expression... this can’t be good for Tyrone right now. He’s outnumbered two to one, which is never a good thing in Shoot’s element. Sure enough, Shootfighter begins methodically stomping Tyrone’s legs and feet, enjoying the sigh of his opponent squirming around on the mat trying to get out of the way. He is stopped by the referee once one of Tyrone’s rolls end at the nearby set of ropes for a break. Shootfighter crouches behind Tyrone urging him to get up. Once he does, he’s lifted into torture rack. The crowd gasps at the impressive power display, as Shootfighter finishes it into a thunderous Samon Drop (the Thailand Torture Rack). Instantly, the arena is silenced as Shootfighter goes for the lateral press. One... Two... Three! And this puppy is graciously over. Jessica Sinclair: Here is your winner, the Shootfighter! Isaac Black: That was incredible... Shootfighter went out of his realm to get what he wants and is one step closer to title contention. William Payne: It could have done without the interference of Angela... but as it is, we got a new rising star in the ranks. On one night, he made Sadler look like a genius for that prediction. |
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Unlucky 13's versus Rich n Brandy -------------------- Jamie Lee Sinclair: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The intro to “Lose Yourself” begins playing on the PA as the camera is seen walking down the downtown area of Chicago with cars speeding by at rush hour. As Eminem starts talking, it flashes a large shot of United Center with various players cycling through the pictures. Once the beat kicks in you see a hand reach up and punch the camera as the glass and the blood drips down the screen. The effect reveals various shots of Eric and Hector in action winning several championships. The camera pulls back to reveal Eric and Hector dressed in their respective ring attires. They walk down the middle of the entrance ramp avoiding contact with the crowd entirely. Jamie Lee Sinclair: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at a combined 430 pounds... the team of Eric Herrera and Hector Venegas, the Unlucky 13’s! Isaac Black: Ever since these two signed on the dotted line, they’ve been making history within UCW. They have collectively challenged for every single championship this company has to offer. William Payne: And if lady luck smiles on them, they will bring in yet another tag team championship to the family mantle. What a stacked resume... The lights go dim and a clock is lowered into place as the Final Countdown starts to play. Once "It's the Final Countdown!" hits, they finally come out, Rich busting through the clock, and Brandy meeting him on the other side, joining hands with him. They then walk out, to cheers for Rich, and loud boos for Brandy, as they the mount the apron. Brandy then slides in, while Rich jumps over the opposing rope. A mirror is lowered, and Brandy starts to glare at herself in the mirror, admiring her flawless physique and face. Rich then slaps her backside, getting her attention. This garners a wolf whistle for Rich, from the female fans in the building. Jamie Lee Sinclair: And their opponents, from Brownwood, Texas weighing in at a combined 255 pounds... Rich n Brandy! Isaac Black: Jesus Christ, these guys are nearly double the size of Rich n Brandy. This is gonna be really interesting walking in. William Payne: Yeah, but if there’s one thing we’ve learned quite well from the Herrera family lineage is that size doesn’t matter. After much discussion, Eric leads off against Rich as the crowd cheers for the interesting matchup. They both circle the ring looking for an opening, exchanging stray low kicks out of the way while backing out of the way. On one of those kicks, Rich is able to grab the foot and land a dragon screw. He then proceeds to locking in a Sharpshooter all to get kicked away mid move. He backs up all the way towards the ropes and uses the momentum to springboard backwards for a crossbody towards Eric. He holds on for a quick pin, but Eric kicks out just before a one count. There is a stalemate as the crowd cheers at how well both men know each other. Isaac Black: Rich tried to take a page out of Eric’s arsenal and lock in the Sharpshooter, but Eric wasn’t falling for it right there. William Payne: Of course not, especially after he made thousands of people tap to that same move in the past decade. Both nod in acknowledgement of the surrounding crowd. They then circle the ring for a tentative collar and elbow tie up, with Rich quickly taking advantage locking in a hammerlock. He keeps the hold locked in, attempting to lock in a chickenwing. Eric ducks under the attempt and lands a back elbow to the stomach. Once Rich backs up considerably, Eric reaches back for a snapmare into a seated position. Eric quickly lands a couple of martial arts style kicks to the back before finishing off with a dropkick to the head. The crowd gasps at the change of offense on Eric’s part. Eric then slowly starts climbing the top rope with his back turned towards Rich. Brandy starts walking alongside the ropes and looks ready to push Eric off. He sees her coming and lands a kick backing her up considerably. She runs looking to trip him, but she’s too late. He jumps off looking for a moonsault, but lands on his feet behind a standing Rich. He then grabs him in reverse DDT position, all for Rich to fall into a seated position countering into a stunner. Eric falls to the floor as Rich shakes off the cobwebs temporarily. Isaac Black: These two know each other so intimately. Counter after counter, with no one having an actual momentum shift. This is looking to be a show stealer early on. William Payne: Now, now... let’s not count our chickens before they hatch. Fatigue does strange things to people, just watch. Rich gets to his feet and scrambles onto a tag from Brandy. She runs in landing a clothesline to Eric right as he’s getting up. She goes to do the same for Hector but he ducks and lands headbutt to her stomach. She backs up into the waiting arms of Eric, who runs forward in a bulldog grip, springboards off the ropes and back into the center (Stratusfaction). The crowd cheers loudly as Eric gets to his feet. He contemplates going for the pin but instead nods at the surrounding crowd. He runs towards the ropes and lands a springboard version of his trademark moonsault (Lionsault / Doomsday). He hooks the leg. One... Two... Broken up! Rich runs in for the save with a running axe handle. Hector runs in for a big clothesline, all for Rich to sidestep and lock in an inverted cross armbar. The crowd cheers at the lightning quick, all for Eric to land a running big boot to Rich’s head quieting them down. Hector rolls around grabbing his arm as Eric turns his attention back to Brandy. He lifts Brandy to standing position all to get nailed with a low blow... however, the ref doesn’t see it because he’s tending to Hector and Rich. The crowd boos loudly as Brandy transitions into what she likes to call the Hostile Makeover (Skull Crushing Finale). She taps the ref on the shoulder and goes for a cover. One! Two! Kick out! Isaac Black: How the hell did he kick out of that? Hardly anyone kicks out of the Hostile Makeover. William Payne: It just goes to show you how much Eric cares about this match. Absolutely nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants. Brandy gets up to argue with the ref, giving Eric time to get to his feet. He holds onto the ropes, as he shakes off the cobwebs. Brandy sees this and runs at him, all for Eric to land an overhead toss... Brandy holds onto the ropes and lands on her feet. She quickly jumps off the apron landing a stun gun, causing Eric to stumble backwards onto his back. He smirks at the surrounding crowd all to get distracted by a loud war cry. Hector runs along the apron and lands a hurricanrana to Brandy. He gets to his feet in time to catch Rich who has just landed a suicide dive! Crowd: This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap* This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap clap* This is awesome! *clap clap clap clap clap clap* Isaac Black: You’re damn right it is! These guys... and gals... are throwing caution to the wind in order to prove they deserve to wear gold. William Payne: It just goes to show you how much they learned from being graduates of his school. How this match wasn’t the main event, I’ll never know. Everyone is laid out on the outside as the ref leans over the ropes trying to restore order. He refrains from counting knowing how important the match is. Rich is the first to his feet as he stumbles back to his corner, feeling some of the effects. Eric and Brandy get up back to back, with Brandy trying to use Eric as support. She tries to shove Eric into the apron, but Eric is able to stop his momentum early and land a mule kick to her stomach. He then rolls her into the ring while rising to the apron. He lifts an arm up and finishes off landing a slingshot body splash. He hooks the leg. One... Two... Foot on the ropes! Eric shakes his head and drags her towards his corner. He applies a figure four while leaning back to tag Hector. He grabs the ropes to cause more damage as he slingshots off landing an elbow onto her “flawless” stomach. He attempts to lock in his trademark Cloverleaf, all to be kicked into the waiting arms of Rich... he locks in a chickenwing and then sweeps his legs to apply a laying down version. He uses up a three count and then rolls under the ring after the move has had its effect. Hector rolls around in pain as Eric catches a running Rich with a Downward Spiral V1 (Mic Check) on the outside floor. The crowd gasps at the impact of the move. Isaac Black: That was sick... but I guess it serves him right for letting his temper get the best of him. William Payne: It just goes to show you how bad they want the win. He may have nearly gotten disqualified, but at least it had it’s effect. Hector has been weakened for Brandy to swoop in for the kill. Isaac Black: You make it look so damn easy after the pain that Brandy has had to overcome. Brandy lifts up Hector by the hair, slapping him a couple of times along the way. She then grabs him in a reverse DDT grip, blowing a kiss at the surrounding crowd. Before she could finish the humiliating stolen move of her teacher’s, Hector spins out of it and pushes her forward. She in frustration at getting interrupted runs into a counter into a very brutal Breaking the Chains (Vertebreaker / Gringo Killer). The crowd gasps at the impact as Hector goes for the cover... One... Two... Three! Jamie Lee Sinclair: Here are your winners, the team of Eric Herrera and Hector Venegas... the Unlucky 13’s! Isaac Black: See what all that interference gets you? Absolutely nothing... maybe next time you’ll stop showing off and actually get it done. William Payne: Oh please... if you were in her same situation, you would have done the exact same thing, especially with a title shot in the balance. Isaac Black: Either way, the 13’s get one step closer to living out their dream of holding gold together with that massive pinfall. William Payne: You’re forgetting one thing... Brandy was pinned! That was a travesty of justice damn it! Isaac Black: Sigh... pardon my partner, he has a weird crush on Brandy. For now, let’s take it back to our GM backstage. -------------------- Segment -------------------- The scene opens in the GM's office once more as Jay and Ken Nogueira are seen straightening out paperwork with the mounted television set still playing in the corner. They are interrupted by the sound of Jordan Post entering the room with an arrogant smirk on his face causing both men to become defensive. One of the papers that becomes visible to the public eye happens to be a freshly signed contract, the ink hasn't even dried. Jordan manages to catch the name .... Portuguese Punisher .... and his jaw is wide open. Jordan Post: What the hell is the meaning of this? Is this supposed to be your way of payback for last month? Huh? I know Port hasn't been around in years, so why don't you just cut to the fucking chase? Ken Nogueira: Or maybe you should learn to mind your own business. Now, I've seen what you've been doing to my brother the past couple of months and I'm telling you right now, it's not gonna fly anymore. If you want answers maybe you should turn around, because the answer is now here. Jordan is tapped on the shoulder by the man known as Portuguese Punisher!!! He is dressed in his ring gear and grinning from ear to ear. Portuguese Punisher: Tsk tsk tsk... it seems you haven't changed much since we last met, ey, Jordan? Jordan jumps back in fright and swallows thelump in his throat. Portuguese Punisher: Why have you spent this long without talking to me? I tried searching for you and you never answered. Jordan Post: I umm... does it even matter? Are you trying to embarrass me or something? You got a TV, you know where to find me. Portuguese Punisher shakes his head and sighs. Portuguese Punisher: It doesn't matter where you been, Jordan... all that matters is that this isn't the Jordan I knew and loved. You've turned into a whiner, one that deserves his fair share of punishment. The Jordan I knew would get shit done in the ring rather than throwing a tantrum in management's office. When I heard from Ken that you did all this, I didn't want to believe him but now... it's become clear to me. You've become nothing but a joke here and won't take responsibility for your actions. Jordan Post: Is that so? Well maybe you'd like to see firsthand what I've been doing for the past year huh? After all, I made it farther than you could ever dream of... the main event of the same company you walked out on, buddy. So I wouldn't rush into it if I were you. Ken stands up from his seat much to the frustration of Jay who keeps waving him off. Ken Nogueira: Enough! If you're gonna settle this, do it outside of my office! Now, in the next show, Jordan is scheduled to face Shane Warner in an MMA rules match. But the show after that? Feel free to kill each other or whatever you like in the second installment of that match. Until then? You got two choices... accept entry into the Southern Justice Temple of Osiris match or shut the hell up. Portuguese Punisher: Sounds like my kinda title. Count me in. Thanks, man. He shakes Ken's hand then walks away leaving Jordan in a particularly foul mood. Jordan Post: You'll pay for this, Ken. You shoulda never stuck your nose where it doesn't belong. Ken Nogueira: Be careful what you wish for, fella. Right outside is Lance ready to strike. Take it or leave it. Jordan reluctantly walks away causing both ex tag partners to smirk. Ken Nogueira: This is definitely gonna be fun that's for sure. -------------------- Nikki Monroe versus Jordan Post -------------------- Jessica Sinclair: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet hits the pa system and Nikki comes out onto the entrance stage. She looks to both sides of the stands as a smile comes across her face. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans in attendance. She then gets up onto the apron and plays off the crowd and poses before entering the ring. She stands then climbs the nearest turnbuckle as "Cold Hard Bitch" fades. Jessica Sinclair: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin weighing in at 130 pounds... “The Lioness” Nikki Monroe! Isaac Black: Nikki Monroe has been on a rampage since Veronica Rodriguez took her under her wing. During all of that time, no one could comprehend why she was struggling to win her matches. It turns out it was her confidence of all things. William Payne: It makes sense. If you don’t believe you can do it, no one else will. She needed that extra attitude to get her over the edge. Now, she is a newly transformed woman, not willing to back down from anyone, even her own family if need be. The lights turn off, as new Divide from Linkin Park goes on. The lights dim back on to a gold color. Jordan comes out with his title on the shoulder and walks down the ring cockily hearing the boos from the crowd. Jordan reaches the ring and walks around to the stairs. Jordan takes goes on the first step and looks back with a cocky smile. He looks forward and steps into the ring. Walks to the middle of the ring and awaits his opponent. Jessica Sinclair: And her opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada weighing in at 250 pounds... Jordan Post! Isaac Black: Jordan Post complained to Jay Williams about being held back from reaching his full potential for months on end. He demanded that Jay get in the ring and face his fears, but he never pictured facing the volatile former Television Champion, Nikki Monroe. William Payne: That’s because no one, and I mean no one, outsmarts the Professor. He knows this roster pretty damn well from dominating as tag team champion. Now, Jordan has some big shoes to fill if he wants to gain entry into the Southern Justice title scene. The bell rings and were underway as Jordan quickly rushes towards an unsuspecting Nikki Monroe. He clotheslines her towards the ground violently, causing the surrounding crowd to boo loudly. He then grips her with a camel clutch grip with one hand while raining fists with his free hand. The ref begins to count as Jordan screams something at Nikki Monroe that is definitely heard by the surrounding crowd. “You think this is punishment? Screw your politics, bitch!” He then lands one final forearm shot before letting go and backing the ref up into a corner. The ref tosses his arms out trying to control the much bigger monster known as Jordan Post. What he does notice, is the Lioness’ effective strike as she runs towards Jordan and hits a chop block. Jordan is down to knee and manages to push Nikki away with great force. Jordan stumbles onto his feet, favoring the leg, in time to catch Nikki with a spinebuster... or at least we think as she slips in a DDT counter in mid air! Jordan rolls around in pain but can’t escape a running knee drop (Ric Flair style) from Nikki Monroe straight to the face. She goes for a cover. One! Two! Kick out! Isaac Black: It’s gonna take much more than that to tame this monster, judging from that kick out that sent her sailing a few feet. William Payne: Yeah, but look at how much energy it’s taking out of him. This is what helped her win the Television Championship. That ruthless aggression that hasn’t been seen since Lynn Brewster in 2007. Isaac Black: And she learned it from the runner up, only to Lynn Brewster, in SWAT female wrestler of the year, Veronica Rodriguez. A lethal combination indeed. With the momentum of the kick out, Nikki sneaks in a tight headlock causing the referee to rush over to check on his condition. Jordan slowly shifts his weight to get to a vertical base, albeit favoring his knee still. As he does, Nikki transfers to a traditional sleeper. As he stands, she piggybacks onto him as he stumbles around trying to find his footing. He reaches up, forcibly breaking the hold with his strength, and tosses her forward with a loud bang causing the crowd to gasp. He then backs up towards the ropes and lands a diving splash (Mark Henry style / Death from Above). He goes for the academic cover, with the referee looking worried for Nikki, and rightfully so. One! Two! Shoulder up! The crowds out an ear piercing cheer in response as Jordan seemingly snaps at the ref. He turns back towards him and slaps the mat a couple of times accusing him of a slow count. With him busy arguing with the ref, she takes advantage with another chop block that brings him back down to one knee. Once he’s in the vulnerable position, she grabs him in a headlock grip, which he quickly pushes away... except she holds onto the head and uses it to her advantage landing a variation of the Lioness has Spoken! (Extreme Makeover / Melina) She goes for the pin, sweeping up the legs along the way as a veteran-esque move. One! Two! Three! Jessica Sinclair: Here is your winner, “the Lioness” Nikki Monroe! Isaac Black: What an impressive victory for the Lioness heading into Road to Destiny, proving it’s only a matter of time before that belt comes back to it’s rightful owner. William Payne: Rightful owner? What are you talking about... I thought we were trying to be unbiased here? Isaac Black: There’s no way in hell that Brandy should have challenged for that belt. Hendrickson abused his power and you know it. William Payne: I partially agree, but still, that doesn’t mean we can Frostbite’s win a fluke... Isaac Black: Frostbite wouldn’t exactly be there if it wasn’t for Mr. Hendrickson, again. Be that as it may... we’re running out of time here folks. Onwards to Road to Destiny... see you next month. -------------------- Credits Roll -------------------- |
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