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UCW Disorder 1; Mar 12 2011
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The intro to “Welcome to the Family” by Avenged Sevenfold hits as scenes of Mr. and Ms. Hendrickson’s reign of power flash through the screen. You see Mr. Hendrickson stripping Sickle of the World Title and giving it to Frostbite. Next, Dave Brickheart versus Frostbite versus Eric Herrera ends controversially with Dave Brickheart being stripped of his championship and then having to go through a tournament to regain his property, all to get fired right after his match against Cash Allan.

Hey kid (hey kid)
Do I have your attention?
I know the way you've been living
Life so reckless, tragedy endless
Welcome to the family

Hey, there's something missing
Only time will alter your vision
Never in question, lethal injection
Welcome to the family

Fade to the introduction of Jay Williams and Ken Nogueira as co general managers. The Society of Destruction rises to power as the myriad of challengers they’ve overcome so far flashes through the scene. The acquisition of Rich and Brandy to the HCW training staff, with them shaking hands, shows next. We then see Eric Herrera opening up HCW and putting Curtis Gray in charge.

Not long ago you'd find the answers were so crystal clear
Within a day you find yourself living in constant fear
Can you look at yourself now?
Can you look at yourself?
You can't win this fight

And in a way it seems there's no one to call
When our thoughts are so numb and our feelings unsure
We all have emptiness inside
We all have answers to find
But you can't win this fight

The Society of Destruction, complete with new recruits in R n B, Angelle Laree the new HCW General Manager, and Curtis Gray dually punch the screen causing blood to trickle down. Once the glass dropping effect finishes, the image of the surrounding crowd shows as the camera pans around to see the myriad of signs being held up by passionate fans all around, ending at the announcers booth.

Doug Taylor: Welcome everyone to Disorder. This is Doug Taylor, alongside my partner Michael Ranson. It’s been ages since we’ve been able to say that. Could you believe it, bud?

Michael Ranson: It feels too good to be true, bud, just like the fact of Dave Brickheart being the World Champion at Road to Destiny. The same guy that laid on his back a big portion during the last version of PWO!

Doug Taylor: Oh come on, cut him some slack. The guy busted his tail trying to give everyone their money’s worth.

Michael Ranson: Yeah, but like they say, nice guys finish last. One guy that shouldn’t have finished last, of course, is Cash Allan. How that guy failed to win the title is beyond me, but I guess lightning is allowed to strike once a while.

Doug Taylor: Really? After the insane amount of attempts by management to screw Dave over, he still deserves to be champion? Now, I’ve really heard everything. But, moving on, we also have another Jordan Post stepping up against Lance Williams after months of getting on Jay Williams’ nerves.

Michael Ranson: I knew this kid was missing something. In PWO, all he was doing was the whole sympathy crap. Honestly, this is the change he’s desperately needed for a long time. I hope it results in him getting a win.

Doug Taylor: Then, of course, we can’t forget about Eric Herrera facing off against Ms. Hendrickson’s bodyguard, Erick Mason.

Michael Ranson: That kid is still going? I swear, that guy’s got more life than the Energizer bunny. Too bad he’s set to hit the brick wall.

Doug Taylor: I highly doubt it. That man has beaten quite an insane amount of people while Erick Mason lacks experience. Either way, I’m sure our next match has a plethora of experience within it. So, let’s set it down to Peter for the introductions.

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Peter Berczi: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

"Enemy" by Fozzy hits the PA system. Smoke begins to fill around the entrance stage as Cash Allan walks out onto it. He looks out onto the crowd before cutting his trademark sinister smirk. Cash begins to walk down the ramp with a smile on his face. Upon nearing ringside he stops and looks at the ring. Cash then jumps up onto the apron before entering through the middle rope. Cash then walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it. He stretches his arms out to each side as he smirks once more.

Peter Berczi: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 235 pounds... Cash Allan!

Doug Taylor: Cash Allan just came off the main event of Road to Destiny in what many believe is a very controversial call on Ms. Hendrickson’s behalf ---

Michael Ranson: --- controversial? The guy is a glorified rebel. He deserved everything he got on that particular night.

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.

Peter Berczi: And his opponent, from Bangkok, Thailand weighing in at 235 pounds... The Shootfighter!

Doug Taylor: Speaking of impressive showings, this guy has really stepped up since joining UCW. He put up an impressive match against Rage Sadler and another against Rich Anderson.

Michael Ranson: And he’s getting the opportunity of a lifetime by facing Cash Allan in this sort of mood. Someone apparently doesn’t like him if he keeps facing those types of challenges.

***DING, DING, DING***

Both competitors circle the ring looking for an opening, until they lock up in the center of the ring with a very aggressive collar and elbow tie up. They struggle for control until they reach the turnbuckle, with Cash Allan in control. The referee starts the mandatory five count, with Cash releasing at the count of four. He then takes the opportunity to land a sucker punch knocking Shoot to a seated position. He shrugs innocently at the referee, but he definitely isn’t buying it one bit. He turns around right into a basement dropkick that sends him toppling forward with his head bouncing off the turnbuckle. Shoot steps out onto the apron leaning back before slingshotting himself into a body splash across Cash’s stomach region. He goes for a quick cover right after.

One!

Two!

Kick out!

Doug Taylor: The first pin attempt of the night. A couple of minutes in and Cash Allan is on the defensive.

Michael Ranson: This kid definitely has talent, I’ll give him that much. I just think it will take a whole lot more to get Cash to give in. Especially after that humiliating night he had at Road to Destiny.

Shoot lifts Cash to a vertical base but catches a stiff European uppercut along the way. Cash catches him in a back side slam, adding a slap to the face towards the end. The crowd boos loudly at the sign of disrespect as he transitions into a reverse chin lock. The referee rushes to check on his condition, receiving a loud “No!” in return. Cash smirks and shakes his head while dishing some trash talk along the way. Shoot continues to fight it as he shifts his body slightly to reach his knees.

Cash curses out loud as Shoot gets to a vertical base. He transitions into a side head lock as Shoot lands a couple of elbows to his stomach, each one sending him back a couple of steps. He takes off towards the ropes and lands a side neckbreaker knocking Cash down to his feet. He pops back up to his feet in time to catch Cash with an overhead toss. He gets fired up and taunts at the crowd as he awaits for Cash to get up. He then takes off looking for a shining wizard all for Cash to duck and lift him into an electric chair. Shoot desperately tries to fight it but Cash soaks in the punches to land the electric chair drop.

Doug Taylor: That was a desperation move on the part of Cash Allan. You can tell it took a lot out of him as he’s yet to make the cover. I think this is a bad move on his part, considering the experience level of his opponent.

Michael Ranson: I can’t agree more there, partner. Shoot has been all around the world. If you’re not aggressive with him, you can pretty much count out your chances.

Cash rolls onto his stomach and crawls towards the ropes to get to a vertical base. He leans on them to catch his breath as Shoot gets to a vertical base. He takes off towards Cash, all for him to duck for an overhead toss. Shoot floats over as Cash gloats as if he’s won the World Series. The crowd’s cheers throw him off guard though as he turns around in time to catch Shoot flying off the ropes. He’s able to catch Shoot in mid air in front of his chest. He follows the momentum and lands a vicious fall away slam that sends Shoot flying towards the opposite side of the ring.

Cash sits up with a smirk on his face and nods slowly. He turns into a crouched stance eyeing Shoot carefully. Once he gets to a vertical base right against the turnbuckle, Cash takes off. He looks for a clothesline but receives a boot the face for his troubles. Shoot runs forward looking for a bulldog all for Cash to sidestep. He catches Shoot right as he’s passing him, right into a torture rack. Shoot tries to resist once more but receives Silence Forever (Abyss’ Shock Treatment)! He goes for the cover...

One!

Two!

Three!

Peter Berczi: Here is your winner, Cash Allan!

Doug Taylor: Wow, Silence Forever did just that... it soaked the energy right out of this building in an instant.

Michael Ranson: That move came out of literally nowhere. Shoot put up a good fight, no doubt, but Cash was running on pure rage from the get go and wasn’t going to be stopped from his destiny.

Doug Taylor: Maybe we’re looking at a second opportunity for Cash Allan with that kind of an effort.

Michael Ranson: Only one way to find out, I think he’s listening to you, Doug. Look at him pointing to wrist, as if to allude that time is running out. Scary way to end this.

[SEGMENT]

The scene opens inside the office of the UCW Owner Mr. Hendrickson. He is sitting at his desk and at his side is his trusted bodyguard Errick Mason. Mr. Hendrickson has a smile on his face as he invites the camera man into his office, which normally does not happen. The camera man sets up his camera and as soon as he does Mr. Hendrickson has Errick Mason escort him out. Mr. Hendrickson chuckles to himself as the door can be heard closing and Errick Mason then rejoins his boss at his side.

Mr. Hendrickson: It looks to me as if someone wanted us to say something and so I will keep it nice and simple for all you less than average intelligent people can understand. Tonight inside that ring my bodyguard and trusted associate will go one on one with that pathetic tortilla eating, Spanish speaking, pathetic waste of a contract Eric Herrera. A man who I have absolutely no respect for and a man I still wonder why he is still under UCW contract. Nonetheless I am sending my man Errick Mason here to do something no other man in this company has been able to do and that is to destroy and make for certain Eric Herrera will not be coming back.

Mr. Hendrickson looks back at his monster of a bodyguard and smiles as he looks back into the camera.

Mr. Hendrickson: To be honest words are not needed when it comes to a man of this stature. His impressive physique and his in ring abilities will speak for themselves. So tonight when he faces Eric Herrera it will be a one time match, a match of EPIC proportions. If he wins I will make it my personal vendetta to fire one Eric Herrera once and for all, but if he happens to lose, and he won't, I will let Eric Herrera keep his job at least for the time being. And to make it even more worth his while if Eric Herrera wins I will allow him to pick, hand pick, his next opponent superstar, General Manager, Champion or otherwise in a match of his choosing. Then again this won't happen so there is no need to worry for myself or any other none wrestler within the company. So Eric Herrera I know you are in the back preparing for your match here tonight and I know you have your television on and you are now paying attention so listen up. Tonight there will be no doubting the prowess of my monster. There will be no denying what I am capable of and there will no question a firing happening tonight. So Eric you better bring your 'A' game because if you don't .....

"YOU'RE FIRED!"

Mr. Hendrickson and Erick Mason begin to laugh as Mr. Hendrickson looks at Errick and he then walks over to the camera, Errick, and takes it off it's tripod, opens the door, and throws it across the hallway smashing it nearly hitting the original cameraman in the process.

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Peter Berczi: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

"Sweating Bullets" hits as spotlights start to hover from left to right on the entrance ramp. Once you hear the lyrics start, the spotlights meet in the center as a pyro explosion hits. From the curtains, we are greeted with the presence of Eric Herrera and Veronica Rodriguez. Eric is led by her with a chain wrapped around his wrist, the chain extending three feet apart. They both stand at the middle and raise their baseball bats in unison forming a triangle, another pyro explosion rises. They then walk down the middle of the ramp not even bothering to look at the surrounding crowd. Once they reach the end of the ramp, Vero unlocks the chain and whispers some advice into his ear prior to his ring entry. He then warms up doing stretches with the ropes awaiting the bell or his opponent.

Peter Berczi: Introducing first, from El Centro, Baja California weighing in at 225 pounds... the “Hardcore Messiah” Eric Herrera!

Doug Taylor: Here comes the man that used to be our boss, he looks particularly annoyed on this night. There’s a bit more purpose in his walk down to the ring.

Michael Ranson: You try being fired from the main show and tell me you’d be happy. After busting his ass giving Dave Brickheart a match of the year candidate, he deserves much better.

Doug Taylor: Wow, I expected you to lay into him pretty badly there, partner.

Michael Ranson: Don’t get me wrong, I still hate the little bugger. It’s just that his talent is undisputable... he gives you his heart and soul and you repay him with this. Pathetic, if you ask me.

"Ugly" by Sevendust hits the PA system as Errick Mason steps out onto the entrance ramp. He takes one look out onto the crowd and then progresses down to the ring. As he gets ringside, he jumps up onto the apron, ala Lesnar, and enters the ring. Mason then moves to the middle of the ring and raises both arms into the air with a cocky smile on his face as "Ugly" then slowly fades.

Peter Berczi: And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota weighing in at 260 pounds... Errick Mason!

Doug Taylor: I certainly wouldn’t like to be in Eric’s shoes at the moment. He’s forced to fight our boss’s bodyguard for simply voicing his opinion. I guess we can say it runs in the family.

Michael Ranson: While I don’t condone the firing that brought him here, he did bring it on himself. Instead of complaining for several months, he should have focused on what matters the most --- wrestling. Hopefully Errick will knock some sense into him.

Doug Taylor: He had every right to! Mr. Hendrickson was treating the roster as pawns rather than being an unbiased executive!

Michael Ranson: Excuses... if he’s going to complain, he better be ready to back it up in full.

***DING, DING, DING***

While Mason is posing, Eric has taken the time to land a clothesline from behind. He then wastes no time in applying a modified camel clutch with one hand, while raining down fists with the other. Mason has trouble covering up while the referee starts the mandatory five count, but judging by Eric’s facial expression he doesn’t seem to care. He has to be pulled off at the count of four because of the fact that he’s snapped, as he unleashes a war cry at the surrounding crowd. They cheer loudly in return as the referee tries desperately to calm Eric down.

Once the referee has backed off, Eric rushes back towards Mason looking to land a big boot to his outstretched head. He’s on his hands and knees trying to get up, barely being able to move out of the way. Eric braces himself once he reaches the turnbuckle but is too late on countering a reverse DDT. Mason shakes his head and decides to mount Eric, returning the favor. He adds some trash talk in return, raining fists down with equal intensity. Eric has trouble covering up as the referee begins the mandatory five count. He releases at four and comes within inches of being disqualified.

Doug Taylor: We’re not witnessing an ordinary match, folks. We’re witnessing World War III after months of pent up aggression on both sides.

Michael Ranson: Surprisingly, Eric is holding his own with a man that’s considerably bigger than him. He needs to rethink his strategy if he thinks he can outslug this beast.

He argues with the referee for a bit while being scolded. Once the referee backs off, he walks back towards Eric as he’s using the ropes to get up. He lands a series of knife edge chops that nearly send Eric toppling over the ropes. He poses shortly before going for one last strike, but Eric moves out of the way. He unleashes with a fury of his own, mixing in some European uppercuts. Eric whips Mason the opposite way then heads towards the center. He ducks looking for an overhead toss, all for Mason to land a kick to the face making him stumble backwards.

Mason goes for a spear, but Eric sidesteps and transitions into a Crippler Crossface. The referee rushes over to check on his condition, receiving a quick “No!” in return. Instead, Mason tries desperately to crawl towards the ropes. Eric noticeably grimaces with each passing step until Mason is able to reach the bottom rope. Eric holds onto the move, causing the referee to introduce yet another mandatory five count. Eric reluctantly releases it and rolls under the bottom the bottom rope to take a break.

Doug Taylor: Errick came within inches of heading over to his boss empty handed. Just the mere image of that sends chills down my spine.

Michael Ranson: I don’t blame you. If a motivated Errick Mason is like this, imagine if he were to fail? Oh goodness, I’d fear for the safety of the roster.

While Eric is taking a breather, Mason decides to follow Eric around the ring looking for a running clothesline as payback. Eric sidesteps and lands a forward Russian leg sweep onto the steel steps busting Mason open on the outside.

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Eric looks at the steel steps then at the crowd. They quiet down trying to think of the possibilities running through his mind, as his grins from ear to ear. He nods as he walks up the steel steps. He looks like he’s considering something but he shakes his head. Instead, he looks at the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers even louder. He climbs the turnbuckle with his back towards his opponent then dives off with a moonsault right as Mason gets up, connecting perfectly! Upon connecting, the roof explodes off the arena as those familiar chants return promptly.

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Michael Ranson: Where the hell is he getting all this energy?! This is amazing! As if busting the guy open wasn’t enough, you still have to hit Doomsday right after? I can tell Errick is going to have a hard time overcoming this man’s innovative offense.

Doug Taylor: We’ve come to expect nothing less from Herrera. This is the same man stood toe to toe with Torch and forced respect out of him. The same man that made the Cold Hearted Bastard human for the first time in years, quite an achievement in itself.

Eric groggily gets to his feet as Mason is seen trying to catch Eric’s foot. He manages to do so right as Eric prepares to climb on top of the apron. Eric shakes his head and lifts Mason to his feet by the hair. Along the way, Mason is able to sneak in a low blow making Eric fall down to his knees. The referee sees it and signals for the bell, with a visibly agitated Veronica Rodriguez in tow.

Peter Berczi: Here is your winner by disqualification...

Vero snatches the microphone from Peter and shakes her head.

Veronica Rodriguez: No! This is not the way it’s going to end. My client has a point to prove and he’s going to do it properly. Restart the match and make it a street fight, right fucking now!

Doug Taylor: What?! Has Vero gone off the deep end?

Michael Ranson: Either that or her IQ has drastically fallen. Who in their right mind would want their own husband to suffer?

Peter looks hesitant to do so until Jay appears on the titan tron. He smirks while leaning back in his seat.

Jay Williams: Do it.

Petey reluctantly rings the bell as a smirk creeps up on Mason’s face. He lifts Eric to his feet, placing him between his legs. He lifts him up looking for his patented the Masonic Ritual (Batista Bomb), but Eric is fighting for his life with rapid fire punches. Once his grip is released, Eric counters into a beautiful hurricanrana the opposite way. Eric lands on his knees catching his breath as the fans cheer loudly. He then walks over towards Mason’s body and looks at his legs. The crowd’s cheers have gotten even louder as they know what’s coming next. He twists his legs around and locks in his patented Last Rites (Sharpshooter) submission maneuver! Mason looks around desperately for a way to break out of it. Seeing no ropes or weapon in sight, he reluctantly taps out desperately favoring his back.

Peter Berczi: Here is your winner by submission, Eric Herrera!

Doug Taylor: I can’t believe it... Eric has done the unthinkable and beaten the incredibly volatile Errick Mason.

Michael Ranson: It feels like bitter irony too because they tried to do the same with Dave Brickheart at Road to Destiny. The Society of Destruction has gained revenge but at what cost?

Doug Taylor: Good question, I definitely can’t wait to see how the Hendrickson’s react to this dilemma.

[SEGMENT]

The scene opens in the office of Jay Williams where he’s seen looking at the footage of the last match. The television is corner mounted on the right side with Jay leaning back on his chair looking very comfortable. The mood quickly changes as the door to his office is opened fiercely making Jay jump out of his seat. The face that greets him sends the surrounding crowd in the background into a loud chorus of boos. Jordan Post walks with ferocious intent towards Jay’s desk and leans forward on it nearly bumping noses.

Jordan Post: Jay... you’ve been ducking me for the past couple of months using the roster for your own personal entertainment. I’ve had enough of this! Why don’t you grow a set of balls and settle it right here in the middle of the ring? All you’re doing is wasting my damn time with this stupid obstacle course. After all, your brother did after all just finish asking you if you would reconsider retiring.

The crowd cheers for the first time in ages at Jordan’s challenge. Jay lets out a sigh and smirks right back at Jordan.

Jay Williams: You think it’s that easy to get me in the ring, Jordan? The answer is no. I’ve got nothing left to prove against you after whooping your ass three times in a row under another company.

Jordan chuckles for a bit, catching Jay off guard. He cocks his head slightly and looks at Jordan in a rather annoyed way.

Jay Williams: What the fuck is so funny? Did I stutter, Jordan? The answer is still no.

Jordan Post: You don’t get it, do you? The reason why you don’t want to face me is fear. When you defeated me the previous three times, it’s when I couldn’t buy a win. A lot has changed since, boss, including fighting to a draw with your own boy, Damon Cross. Including, winning the Continental Title outlasting the man that beat you, by the way, in Dave England.

The crowd groans in the background, as Jordan seems to have hit a nerve.

Jordan Post: If you have any dignity left in you, you will get up off that chair and actually fight your own battles for a change since it’s apparent Dave England ripped it from you. It’s time to be a man. Do something about it or I’ll...

Lance Williams: ...or you’ll what?

The camera pans around to see Lance enter his brother’s office while dressed in his ring attire. He snorts and shakes his head from side to side.

Lance Williams: I thought I told you to stay away from my brother’s office. It’s becoming crystal clear to me why you are stuck in that position, Jordan. It’s because of your constant bitching and moaning. Jay is not your opponent, I am. So if I were you, I’d get your head out of your ass pronto before you start seeing stars rather than shooting for them.

Lance forcibly shoves him away from his brother. Jordan tries to retaliate but he stops mid swing, causing Lance to smirk.

Jordan Post: You’ll pay for this, Jay. I will get my match by any means necessary. Remember that.

He walks away, slamming the door behind him. Lance sighs and shakes his head from side to side.

Lance Williams: That guy is nuts. Anyways, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?

Jay Williams: Yes, I have, and I will make my announcement crystal clear next month on Disorder.

Lance Williams: Aw, come on, man, don’t leave me hanging.

Jay smirks and chuckles in return.

Jay Williams: Oh trust me, it will be worth the wait. Now, if you excuse me, I got business to attend to.

Jay walks out of the room leaving Lance by himself. Lance snaps his fingers once he’s out of the room.

Lance Williams: Damn it!

Fade to the announcers’ booth.

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Peter Berczi: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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.

Peter Berczi: Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada weighing in at 250 pounds... Jordan Post!

Doug Taylor: Wow, the fans are really letting him have it. Although, I really don’t blame them one bit after what happened earlier.

Michael Ranson: What, for standing his ground? That’s actually admirable. Good for him. He’s making an effort to get his name known by any means necessary.

Doug Taylor: Goading the GM out of retirement is not the answer. Earn it in the ring rather than being a whiny bitch.

"Cry for Help" hits as Lance Williams walks out to the stage. He pauses and raises both his fists to the air embracing the cheers from the crowd, smirking right back at them. He then walks down the middle of the ramp avoiding all contact with the surrounding crowd, looking down at them through his sunglasses, which are slid down a little bit. He walks slides through the middle of the apron and slowly walks towards the two turnbuckles closest to the entrance ramp. He poses with his left fist lifted into the air, accepting all the cheers from the crowd with a smirk. He then walks towards the center and awaits the bell or his opponent.

Peter Berczi: And his opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee weighing in at 190 pounds... Lance Williams!

Doug Taylor: And here comes the GM’s brother coming here to fight for revenge. Lance made his shocking return at Temple of Osiris and proved he still has some spark left in that step.

Michael Ranson: He’s wasting his damn time. He claimed to come here to escape his brother’s shadow yet he’s here defending him. I don’t understand this guy.

Doug Taylor: Everyone has their breaking point, Mike, and this man has long since reached it.

***DING, DING, DING***

Jordan catches Lance off guard with a clothesline towards the nearest turnbuckle. Lance collapses onto a seated position as Jordan pushes his boot right onto Lance’s throat for an illegal choke. The referee begins the mandatory five count, which Jordan seems to relish. He releases the hold at the last second and turns around to shoo the referee off. The referee backs away in fight due to his size as Jordan lifts Lance to a vertical base. Lance jumps going for an early attempt at a Final Destination, but Jordan is able to hold on! Jordan transitions into a bearhug then pushes him back onto the turnbuckle at full speed, causing Lance to scream loudly in pain. Jordan follows up by landing a series a shoulder thrusts to the stomach, causing the referee to start another mandatory five count. Jordan releases it once more, trying to act as if nothing happened to the referee, which he isn’t buying a single bit.

Doug Taylor: I think Jordan is underestimating Lance a little bit. After all, he’s dealing with the longest reigning tag team champion in UCW history, not exactly a rookie.

Michael Ranson: That was all in the past, Doug. I’m sure there’s some rust lurking in the shadows.

Jordan turns around to go for a sucker punch on Lance as he’s getting up, but he’s able to sidestep it by a split second! Jordan turns around right into a series of rapid-fire kicks to the stomach. He jumps onto the second rope and lands a spin kick to the head that can be heard the far regions of the building. The crowd gasps as Jordan flops forward onto his stomach. Lance walks over considering a pin attempt, but he shakes his head at the last second. He instead decides to head towards the top rope as Jordan begins pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Jordan shakes his head but isn’t able to escape a diving mule kick / mushroom stomp to the back causing him to fall back onto his stomach. Lance goes over towards his feet and decides to go for his famous Haystack (Texas Cloverleaf) submission but Jordan kicks him away before he could switch it over. The force of the kick sends him tumbling to the outside as the referee looks at both competitors trying to regain their composure.

Doug Taylor: Very impressive. Despite the fact that he barely even knows where he is, he was still able to kick him out of the ring. Veteran move there on the part of Jordan Post.

Michael Ranson: Indeed, he may be Lance’s biggest challenge so far both literally and figurative. How he plans to knock down this giant will be anyone’s guess.

Lance pushes off onto his hands and knees as Jordan uses the ropes to do the same. Jordan shakes his head and looks at Lance with a smirk on his face. He leans back then slingshots himself forward landing a crossbody onto Lance’s frame, causing him to fall back down to the floor arching his back in pain. The crowd cheers at the athleticism while the referee is rather stumped on what to do with this predicament. Jordan rolls through and looks under the ring for weapons. He pulls out a steel chair and taps it a couple of times on the floor. He crouches, looking to deliver a deadly blow. The crowd boos loudly as Lance struggles to get to his feet. Jordan sets off looking for it, but Lance is able to duck once more! Lance leaps and lands a double knee back breaker (Backstabber) causing Jordan to fall backwards and hit himself with the chair due to gravity on the way down! The crowd laughs in reaction as Jordan roles around in pain.

Doug Taylor: Innovative counter there by Lance Williams. Jordan tried to act on impulse but he didn’t plan on Lance having a trump card up his sleeve.

Michael Ranson: It all happened so damn fast. I thought when he was kicked to the outside it would be all over. I guess Lance really wanted that point proven by any means necessary.

Lance grimaces in pain as he forces himself to a vertical base. He heads towards the ring looking like he’s going to take a breather. Instead, he looks towards the turnbuckle and nods, causing the surrounding crowd to cheer. He takes off for a Reality Check (Top Rope Moonsault)... but is caught in mid air by Jordan! Jordan catches in a Oklahama slam grip. Jordan smirks and turns around cockily landing a modified Oklahama slam backbreaker onto extended knee. Lance rolls around in pain as the surrounding crowd gasps at the impact. “No one embarrasses me, you understand me?!” Jordan bends down and lands a slap to the face, infuriating the crowd even more.

Doug Taylor: Come on... get it over with already. You could’ve had the win by now.

Michael Ranson: He could’ve but it wouldn’t have the same impact as now. Trust me, Jay inflicted plenty of mental anguish on him. Anyone in his position would want to leave a mark. What bigger statement than to make Lance regret coming back?

Doug Taylor: You’re one twisted individual, Mikey...

Jordan demands the referee come over and start a knockout count of ten. He reluctantly obliges, seeing as it’s a Southern Justice rules match. Jordan stands there relishing the moment, taunting the crowd every step of the way. Lance begins using Jordan as a way to get up. Around the count of seven, Lance makes his way to Jordan’s waist and unleashes a loogie into Jordan’s face. He stumbles backwards as Lance gets up the rest of the way. Jordan runs forward in retaliation all to receive a spinebuster. Jordan rolls around in pain as Lance grabs hold of Jordan’s feet. He teases going for the Haystack once more. Once he sees Jordan’s expression, he stomps his stomach. He then follows by hitting a wishbone leg splitter, enjoying himself a bit too much.

Doug Taylor: Smart strategy there by Lance. Jordan tried to talk down to him several times. Now he’s reaping the consequences tenfold.

Michael Ranson: This is the intensity Lance has lacked most of the match. About time he gives in.

Lance grabs hold Jordan’s legs once more making him think he’s going for the Haystack. He instead falls down applying an inverted figure four. Jordan tries desperately to roll to his other side but Lance is the fresher of the two... it’s to no use, really. Jordan falls backwards in frustration as he reluctantly taps out while on the outside.

Peter Berczi: Here is your winner by submission, Lance Williams!

The bell rings but Lance still holds onto the move. “Not so intimidating now, huh, Forgotten whiner?!” He has to be pulled off by a couple of referees as he unleashes another loogie into Jordan’s face. “Cry for Help” hits as Lance walks away escorted by referees.

Doug Taylor: Lance had a point to prove here tonight and he did it in a big way.

Michael Ranson: Indeed. Jordan attacked his own retired brother rather than challenging Lance. I think it’s safe to say he will be earning title shots from here on out or be forced to suffer the same consequence.

[SEGMENT]

Suddenly, we are interrupted to the tune of “The Wolf” by Shooter Jennings. Out to the ramp walks our General Manager Jay Williams complete with a microphone in his hand. The surrounding fans cheer loudly at the song change as Jay nods.

Jay Williams: Thank you, appreciated. What you saw was a measure of what we like to call Southern Justice. You mess with one, you mess with the entire pack. What you witnessed, Jordan, was the birth of a very hungry wolf determined to rise from peer pressure.

He signals for Lance to walk out as he makes his way down the ramp.

Jay Williams: You keep saying I do this out of spite. On the contrary, I said several times that I respected you, but you insist on putting words into my mouth no matter how many times I try to apologize. Well, I guess it’s time to prove all those promises because your following match will be for the Southern Justice Championship against my cousin Hector Venegas.

Jordan grins from ear to ear and demands a microphone from Peter Berczi.

Jordan Post: About time you get the point, boss. You realized that a man of my caliber doesn’t deserve to be held back out of jealousy. You may say you respect me but we all know the truth... you’ve never beat the real me and it burns you up dearly.

Jay Williams: Jordan, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up. I’m tired of so many damn promises. My cousin will be enough of a challenge, quit being paranoid. If you can defeat my cousin, we will definitely see if you’re worth all that hype. For now, you’ve got some major preparation to endure because you’ll be facing him in my brother’s signature match... an I Quit Hell in a Cell known as The Asylum! Have fun living up to all those promises, Jordan!

He laughs and walks away as “The Wolf” by Shooter Jennings hits as Jordan is left leaning over the ropes in a pissed off mood.

Jordan Post: Don’t you dare walk away from me! You will pay for this, Jay, mark my words!

[CREDITS ROLL]
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