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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. We witness Hector Venegas during his Southern Justice Championship reign. Vero managing Nikki Monroe to the Television Championship. Southern Blood successfully retaining their Tag Team Titles. 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’s five members 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 to the second episode of Disorder. This is Doug Taylor alongside Michael Ranson. We’re coming off the heels of a hot 10th Anniversary Show and have one hell of a show on the way. Michael Ranson: That’s right. Tonight we’re gonna see the in-ring return of our General Manager Jay Williams as he prepares to face the Shootfighter. Two legends in their own rights colliding for the first time. Doug Taylor: That’s not all. We’ve also got Veronica Rodriguez facing off against Joey Little Horse. Two teams that know what it’s like to fight for tag team gold. Michael Ranson: Speaking of gold, we also have the Television Champion facing off against the Southern Justice Champion for the first time. These two have quite a bit of history from our last stint. So, it’s only fitting they finish it out here tonight. Doug Taylor: But before we can get to that, we get to see our General Manager in action. Let’s see if he shows any ring rust. Take it away, Petey. [Ringside] Posted Image Peter Berczi: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. "I Could Kick Your Ass" by Justin Moore hits as Jay walks out with a smirk on his face. He stands at the entrance ramp and lifts his arms in a victory pose, lifting his head up while closing his eyes. He stands there for a while embracing the boos surrounding him. Once they die down he walks down the ramp normally down the middle making sure to avoid contact with the fans. Once he reaches ring he climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises an arm while closing his eyes once again welcoming the cheers. He steps off and stretches against the turnbuckles while waiting for his opponents or the bell to ring. Peter Berczi: Introducing first, from La Grange, Texas weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the UCW Disorder General Manager... Jay Williams! Doug Taylor: It’s been a while since we’ve seen our GM in action in any form. Will the time off have any effect on what he’s learned in his time in the business? Michael Ranson: I highly doubt it. Jay is always finding some way to improve. They don’t call him the Professor of Pain for nothing. 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: The Shootfighter has been wrestling in Hardkore World for the past decade and done pretty well for himself. Michael Ranson: That’s an understatement. He must’ve done something right in order to garner personal consideration from Jay Williams and Rage Sadler. ***DING, DING, DING*** Jay and Shoot bow in respect for each other receiving applause from the surrounding crowd. They then circle the ring looking for an opening. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, with Jay locking on a side headlock to take the early advantage. He wrenches it on tightly as Shoot maneuvers towards the ropes. Once Jay’s back collides with the ropes, he whips him the opposite way. On the rebound, Jay lands a shoulder blocking knocking Shoot down to the ground. He jumps over him and continues on his way towards the ropes. Shoot kips up to his feet and catches Jay with a Japanese arm drag. He transitions into a sitting arm bar as the crowd cheers the clash of styles. The referee inches closer to Jay, but he shakes his head before the ref can do anything. He works his way to a standing position with Shoot holding onto the hold. He ducks and flings him forward as he lands in front of Jay with a modified reverse arm drag of his own. Shoot quickly gets to his feet to receive a spinning powerslam from Jay, the ring shakes on impact. He hooks the leg... One! Two! Kick out! Doug Taylor: Innovative counter by Jay showing us that he is indeed versatile within that ring. Michael Ranson: Like I said before, rust or no rust, our GM is still a multiple time World Champion that you should never count out. The ref lifts up his hand signaling two. Jay shakes his head and quickly lifts up Shoot. Along the way, Shoot sneaks in a strong European uppercut that turns Jay completely around. With him slightly stunned, Shoot runs forward and lands a running bulldog. The crowd cheers as Jay quickly gets to his feet. He turns right into a release Belly to Belly that sends him flying a couple feet. Shoot taunts the crowd, making the cheers be a whole lot louder than before. Doug Taylor: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone someone manhandle our GM that way. What an impressive Belly to Belly by Shoot. Michael Ranson: Yeah, but taunting the crowd isn’t necessarily the smartest strategy against this guy. As he says that, Jay runs from behind and lands a clothesline knocking down Shoot. He drags him towards the center and attempts to lock in a Boston crab. Instead, Shoot kicks him towards the ropes. Jay in frustration goes for the clothesline. Shoot ducks and lands roundhouse kick to the back of the head that has the crowd releasing a collective gasp. Jay falls to the canvas as Shoot goes for the cover... One! Two! Kick out! Doug Taylor: Holy shit, where did that kick come from? Michael Ranson: No idea, but it almost spelled the end for our GM quicker than expected. Shoot sits up to glare at the ref only to receive the same two fingers in return. He slides over to lock in his version of the Boston crab (Shoot Crab) as Jay’s screams litter the arena. He grabs his hair in frustration as Shoot leans further back to add pressure. Jay lifts himself using his hands and tries desperately to crawl towards the ropes, grimacing with each step. He gets within inches of touching it, then Shoot pulls him back. Jay falls down and screams once more as the ref approaches him once more. Jay shakes his head repeatedly causing the surrounding crowd to cheer much louder. He begins the arduous crawl back towards the ropes, Shoot getting more and more frustrated with each step. Once he finally reaches them, he drapes an arm under the bottom rope. The ref begins the mandatory five count, with Shoot holding onto it. He releases it at three, cursing in frustration right after. He retreats to the opposite turnbuckle to talk strategy with Angela. Doug Taylor: Shoot is doing a great job of making Jay rue the day he ever decided to retire and that’s saying something. Michael Ranson: No kidding. Taking the boss to his absolute limit is the perfect way to make an impression. Jay gingerly gets to his feet favoring his back. Angela points towards Jay with a worried expression. He grabs hold of the ropes to prevent falling down. Shoot glares in return and shakes his head. He walks back towards Jay and lands series of low and middle kicks. He attempts to finish with a jumping spin kick, but Jay ducks. He then stands up lifting him in an electric chair position. He then twists him around looking to land his trademark Tower Hacker Bomb (Torture rack dropped into a sitout powerbomb) but Shoot manages to grab hold of Jay’s head on the way down landing a modified RKO. The crowd gasps and starts chanting “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” Doug Taylor: I can’t say I blame them... I don’t think I’ve seen much people counter the Tower Hacker Bomb in that way. That was awesome. Michael Ranson: Indeed. Shoot is making a strong case to why he deserves championship gold. Now if only he could capitalize. That’s exactly what he intends to do. He crouches a couple of feet away from Jay begging him to get up. Once he does, Shoot shows off his amazing strength by lifting Jay in a move we’re all familiar with. (Thailand Driver / Running Tombstone Piledriver). As he begins to run, Jay sneaks out the back and grabs hold of Shoot’s head on the way down in a dragon sleeper style grip. He drops him down onto an extended knee landing a backbreaker. He then stands up holding onto the same grip and quickly twists him around landing what he likes to call Southern Justice (Spinning headlock elbow drop). The ring shakes on impact as he keeps the elbow placed on his chest for a cover. One! Two! Three! Peter Berczi: Here is your winner... Jay Williams! Doug Taylor: What a way to return for the GM. He comes back with a win against the fastest rising star on the Disorder Brand. Michael Ranson: Yeah, but at what cost. He can barely even stand up properly right now. His body’s taken quite a beating. “I Could Kick Your Ass” by Justin Moore blasts on the speakers as Jay lifts up his arms in celebration. He taunts the crowd with a smirk on his face, nodding in approval. He then turns around to see Shootfighter getting to his feet. Shootfighter glares at him, causing Jay to walk forward. He mouths off the words “Thank You” and extends his hand. Shootfighter accepts it to a loud cheer as he walks around the ring raising his hand pointing with his free hand at him. Doug Taylor: What a show of sportsmanship by our GM. He’s right, Shoot really did make a strong case with that performance. Michael Ranson: Hopefully something special comes out of this. [Segment] The scene fades to the backstage area, where Jay Williams is seen heading towards his office. On his way there, several of the roster members line up to slap high fives with him. At the end of the line, he prepares to slap a high five with Jordan Post but he leaves him hanging. He heads into his office with Jordan trailing, closing the door behind him. The surrounding roster glares at him and shake their head. Jordan: Congrats on your win, boss, but don’t think for one second that our endeavor is even halfway done. I still want a piece of you and won’t stop until I get what I want. So, what’s it gonna be, Jay? Are you gonna step in that ring and face me or are you going to hide behind your little desk and avoid me? He stands up and leans over the desk nearly touching noses. Jay stands and shoves him forward. Hearing the little scuffle, we see Lance Williams enter the room growling in Jordan’s direction. Jay smirks and walks around the desk. Jay: How many times do I gotta say it, boy? I owe you absolutely nothing. You want me for the wrong reasons. My intent was never to punish you. It was to force you to grow the fuck up and look what happened. You beat my cousin in our own match. I’m not gonna deny it. You earned my respect, kid, but don’t let that rub you the wrong way. Jordan is seen making a talking motion with his hand and mouthing off in synchrony. Jordan: Is that how they say you give up in your neck of the woods, Jay? We both know it’s bullshit. You tried to bury me based on what happened in outside companies... Jay: ...the answer is still no. I’m not gonna be like the rest of the bosses and insert myself into pointless title matches. I’m gonna earn it regardless of what it takes. It may have worked with you with Anthony Tarantino, son, but unlike him I have an actual set of balls. I’m not gonna let you intimidate me. If you wanna face me, it better be for the right reason. I’m not wasting my time babysitting a little kid. But since you seem to be in shape for a fight so damn bad, I’ll tell you a better option. Jordan rolls his eyes causing Lance to grunt behind him. He glares at Jordan and motions him to sit down. He reluctantly listens as Jay does the same. Jay: You may want to focus on your match while you still have the chance, Jordan, because soon enough, everyone will know why you never try to outsmart the man that wrote the book. He laughs as Jordan looks really confused. Jay motions to take him away and Lance does so jerking him off his seat and dragging him out. He tries resisting until Jay pushes a button on his desk. In walks Priest from Devastation to aid Lance in yanking him out the door. Jay: I told you not to mess with me, Jordan. Unlike you, I’ve earned the right to be arrogant. Priest shuts the door behind him as Jay shakes his head. We fade into the announcer’s booth. Michael Ranson: I wonder what our GM meant by that. Doug Taylor: At this point, it could be anyone’s bet. I mean, could anyone have called Priest of all people walking into help him? Michael Ranson: Fat chance, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. [Commercial Break] [Ringside] Posted Image Peter Berczi: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! "Sad Happy" by Cold starts to play as the crowd stands up in anticipation. The lights start to dim at as the lights start blinking at the same rhythm of the lyrics. A pyro shoots up from the entrance ramp as Vero walks out to the ramp with a scowl on her face. She begins her slow descent down the ramp with her still not acknowledging the crowd nor making any contact. Once she reaches the end of the entrance ramp, she looks at the crowd around her, surveying her surroundings before running towards the ring and sliding under the ropes. She heads straight for the upper left turnbuckle and climbs it surveying the crowd without any taunt, like an animal stalking their prey. She then heads towards the opposite turnbuckle and does the same. She descends the top right turnbuckle and does stretches using the ropes as she waits for the bell to ring or for her opponent to arrive. Peter Berczi: Introducing first, from San Diego, California weighing in at 180 pounds... the Wrath of the Desert, Veronica Rodriguez! Doug Taylor: Veronica has had quite a career here in the UCW. She’s got a winning record within this company and has guided Nikki Monroe to the Television Championship twice and the Women’s Championship once. Michael Ranson: Yeah, but think about it this way. She’s spending way too much time caring about others rather than herself. If she continues down that road, Joey Little Horse will pull off what most consider an upset victory. “No Time To Waste” by T-Spoon hits as Joey Little Horse walks out to the stage to a chorus of boos. He leans back and releases a war cry with a raised fist causing the surrounding crowd to boo louder. He then walks down the middle of the ramp, avoiding all contact with the fans, his focus on his opponent alone. He walks over to the ring steps and climbs the top rope raising a fist once more. He then comes down but doesn’t get a chance to turn around as Veronica runs from behind landing a double axe handle, shoving him forward into the upper left turnbuckle! Doug Taylor: Whoa, Veronica wasting little time to get this match underway. Michael Ranson: Can you really blame her? After witnessing them beating down that innocent old man without provocation, I would do the same. ***DING, DING, DING*** Vero repeatedly pounds Joey’s chest causing the referee to begin a mandatory five count. Vero backs off reluctantly at the count of three looking pissed off with the ref’s decision. The crowd seems to agree with her. She turns around to face Joey, but he lands a basement dropkick allowing her head to bounce off the lower turnbuckle. He places a foot on her face smashing it into the turnbuckle while grabbing onto the ropes. He shouts several obscenities towards the fans as the ref begins another mandatory five count. One! Two! Three! Four! Doug Taylor: Well, with everything that’s gone on the past couple of months, we would be fools to expect anything less. Michael Ranson: And I love it. This is what wrestling should be about. Leave the drama at the door. He releases and turns to get in the ref’s face. The ref doesn’t back down and continues the scolding. He turns around in time to catch a crossbody block from Vero. He gets up in time to receive a drop toe hold. She quickly goes for her trademark Koji Clutch, but she’s too close to the ropes. Joey, of course, grabs hold of the ropes quickly. Vero releases it quickly, but not before dishing out a slap to the head smirking in return. She shakes her head and walks off a couple of feet into a crouching position while begging Joey to get to his feet. Doug Taylor: The mind games coming into effect early on. That Koji Clutch has gotten Veronica countless victories in the past three years. It’s what drove her to win her lone Women’s Championship. Michael Ranson: Yeah, but that underestimation can come back to haunt her. Their match against Rich n’ Brandy proved they’re capable of producing a five star match. If she’s not careful, they will jump back into contention. Joey gets up using the ropes to get up. Once he’s up, he scowls in Vero’s direction causing her to spread her arms about with a smirk on her face, as if daring him to come forward. He shakes his head and rolls to the outside. The fans boo him in return as he walks around the ringside area to seemingly think things through. Vero won’t take no as an answer as she follows him to the outside, landing another running double axe handle dropping him to the ground. She yells “Being a coward never worked out for you huh?!” getting a loud cheer from the crowd in return. Doug Taylor: The ref is being a bit too generous right here. He could have counted them out by now. Michael Ranson: Given the fact that it’s become personal, he probably fears for his own safety. I wouldn’t blame him one bit. She lifts up Joey to a vertical base only to receive an eye rake in return. She backs off a couple of steps as he follows up with a gutwrench suplex onto the hard floor, causing the crowd to gasp with the impact. Vero arches her back in pain as Joey mounts her for further insult to injury. He grabs her by the hair and delivers a series of punches to the face. He lands four before she blocks one and lands a stronger one that sends him rolling backwards onto his back. Doug Taylor: I don’t even know how she’s getting that sudden burst of energy after that brutal gutwrench suplex. Michael Ranson: Me neither but like they say... hell has no fury like a woman scorned. She drags his body towards the ring with lots of resistance. Once she gets ready to enter it, Joey grabs her leg. She tries to shake him off but he takes this as his opportunity to get up. He yanks her leg causing her face to bounce off the apron. The crowd releases another gasp as Joey tosses her under the rope, following closely behind. He goes for a cover, the crowd still seemingly quiet after the blow. One! Two! Kick out! Doug Taylor: What?! Is this girl not even human? How can you endure so much damn pain and still kick out? Michael Ranson: Being that Eric Herrera trained her, it’s embedded into her blood, Doug. You’re gonna have to do a whole lot more to kill her off. And I mean that in the most literal form. The crowd lets out a loud cheer as Joey looks shocked pleading with the ref. He reinforces the two count causing Joey to roll under the bottom rope searching for something at ringside. He goes to grab a chair. The crowd quickly boos as he crouches at the lower right turnbuckle as if he were a batter preparing for the home run. The ref rushes over to remove the chair from his grasp, while in the background we see Hot Chocolate run to ringside. With the ref distracted, she executes a devastating fisherman suplex onto the turnbuckle causing the crowd’s boos to get even louder. Doug Taylor: Good god, they’re trying to injure the poor girl. Where’s the justice in all this?! Michael Ranson: All’s fair in love and war. They want gold and they’ll go to any route under god’s hot sun to get it. She tries to roll back out to the ringside area but it’s too late. The ref sees her and Vero on the ground and promptly signals for the disqualification. Joey pleads with the ref and when he sticks to his decision, he throws a temper tantrum. Peter Berczi: Your winner by disqualification, Veronica Rodriguez! Doug Taylor: She may have gotten the victory but it’ll be a miracle if she can even make it to Night of Champions at this pace. Michael Ranson: Wouldn’t be the first time... this kid’s very headstrong when it comes to wrestling. If I’ve ever learned anything from her PWO stint is to never count her out... whoa wait a minute, what’s this? Doug Taylor: Oh come on! The match is already over, there’s no need to do this! The bell rings several times but it’s not like Sweet as Candy actually care. They continue the two on one assault on Veronica Rodriguez until the crowd lets out a huge pop. Sweet as Candy turn around to see Gabrielle Michaels land a double clothesline. They get up quickly in time to be greeted by a kick to the gut from Veronica and Gabrielle. What follows is what both girls like to call the Shellshock (Swinging Reverse STO) and GM Drive (Spike Double Underhook DDT) respectively. They then embrace to loud cheers from the crowd. Gabrielle heads towards the ringside area to request a microphone from the ring announcer and scowls towards the ring. Gabrielle Michaels: I’ve had enough of this bullshit! Each and every week, you decide to ruin the sport I’ve called home since I was able to walk. All for what? To placate your useless ego. What you did to Tum Tum on back to back occasions just goes to show us that all your promos are a facade that’s going to be put to an end pretty damn soon. Because at Night of Champions, we’ve definitely got one hell of an ace up our sleeve. She passes the microphone to Veronica as the surrounding crowd quiet down, eager to hear their announcement. Veronica Rodriguez: That’s right, fellas, because at Night of Champions, you’re gonna face us in a match we like to call Survival of the Fittest. It’s a two on two elimination match. There will be no tags allowed, you will be allowed five seconds to break up a pin fall or submission. When an individual is eliminated, they are sent to the locker room area and banned from ringside. The last person standing gets the win for their team. No more backhanded tactics, no more excuses. It’s time to put up or shut up. “Jungle Bouncer” hits as Veronica and Gabrielle begin making their way out of the ring. The surrounding crowd is cheering them on. They slap hands with each fan they pass on the way up. Once they reach the ramp, they raise their fists to the air and smirk at Sweet as Candy who have gotten to their feet by now. Doug Taylor: Thank god, there is some justice in this world. There’s only so much bullshit one guy can actually take. Is there any low these guys won’t reach? Michael Ranson: I don’t think I’ve ever seen that stipulation used in wrestling. The show so far has been filled with several surprises. We’ve had our own General Manager return to in ring action, Jordan’s complaints backfiring, a new match stipulation... we’ve still got the main event to get through! [Commercial Break] [Ringside] Posted Image 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: The following contest is a Champions Showcase match and is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first,.. hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… weighing 250 pounds… he is your UCW Southern Justice Champion… Jordan POST!!! The crowd goes silent as the arena lights shuts off. Suddenly the atmosphere starts to change as the crowd can feel the harsh Chicago wind entering the arena. The instrumental beat of "this fire burns" by Killswitch Engage starts to play as video clips of a man dressed in a superhero costume looks over at the city of Chicago show in the trons. ""YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" "YEAH!" After the crowd hears the starting of the lyrics, "The Anti-Hero" Marvin Shadow jumps out of the escape doors from the ground and glares at the crowd with a sinister look. He raises his UCW Television Championship, showing off to the world. "All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail" The crowd gives him a huge jeers as Marvin Shadow walks down the entrance aisle slowly before finally sliding into the ring. "Even through the darkest days This fire burns always This fire burns always" He climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and raises the UCW Television championship up high before stepping of the turnbuckle and gives his championship to the time keeper. He waits for the match to start as his theme song slowly fades. "This is the proving ground Misery begins to rise Turn away from yesterday Tomorrow's in my eyes (Oh!)" Peter Berczi: And the opponent… from Chicago, Illinois… weighing in at 230 pounds… he is your UCW Television Champion… MARVIN SHADOWS!!! Doug Taylor: I can’t help but get the feeling looking at Marvin Shadow’s that he harbors some sort of grudge going into this match. Michael Ranson: It’s the sort of attitude we’ve come to expect from our Television Champion. Marvin has a mean streak a mile long and a highway thick. ***DING, DING, DING*** Almost instantly Marvin powers across the ring attacking Jordan with a few huge chops across the chest forcing him back against the ropes and sending loud smacks across the arena. Marvin then whips him across the ring bouncing off the opposite side. Marvin moves behind him and falls to his back monkey flipping Jordan over and flat onto his back with a loud smack. Marvin is quick back to his feet and rushes back over the Jordan who is sitting up holding his back, and punts him right across the spine. Doug Taylor: I thought that Marvin looked a bit ticked this evening, but I wasn’t expecting anything this vicious. Michael Ranson: I think he’s just trying to punish Post here. Marvin drops down with a knee into Jordan’s back, tugging on his chin, really driving the pain right into his back. As Jordan clench’s his teeth he starts to pound his foot on the mat until he manages to start pushing himself up. He arches himself just enough to slide upwards and then grab onto Marvin’s wrists, twisting him around and hitting a reverse ddt right onto the mat. Jordan slowly gets back up from this, a little shaken from the assault on his back. He holds it as he walks over to the turnbuckle and begins to take a few painful steps up it. Jordan reaches the top, but is jumped from behind by Marvin who slams a few arms across Jordan’s back. After Jordan gets stunned, Marvin turns him around and throws him down into a crucifix powerbomb, then quickly follows with a pin. 1… 2… KICKOUT!!! Doug Taylor: A vicious slam from Marvin Shadow. Michael Ranson: Too bad it had not paid off, however Jordan has taken an extremely large amount of punishment early into this match. Its only a matter of time before it catches up with him. Marvin’s fist hit the mat hard and got up slowly pulling Jordan up with him, Jordan however had other plans, using an elbow to drive it right into Marvin’s gut. Once he manages to break the grip of Marvin he jumped back and hit a quick enziguri across the back of Marvin’s head, then rolled into a short missile dropkick to Marvin’s chest causing his opponent to fall back into the corner in which he was just thrown from. Jordan gets up and runs over leaping up and then getting caught in the jaw with both of Marvin’s raised feet. Jordan stumbles back away from the corner and Marvin turns around and leaps off for a moonsault, but gets caught just in time by Jordan Post to hit him with a death valley driver for the reversal, then flows into a pin. 1… 2… KICKOUT!!! Jordan post rolls over to the ropes and uses them to help himself up, getting a moment to breathe as Marvin recovers from the kickout. They both seem to catch their wind back around the same time, but Jordan is the first to move coming at Marvin with his fists, Marvin jumps back and lands a stiff kick right into the stomach of Jordan then responds with a big chop across his chest making a loud snap. Marvin lays into Jordan with his fists and elbows backing him against the ropes once again, striking until he is almost out of breath. He takes a few steps back breathing heavily then rushes Jordan again. Jordan ducks down and flips Marvin over the top rope. Marvin catches himself landing on the apron. Jordan’s knees Marvin in the stomach and runs back bouncing off the ropes and coming back flipping over for a sunset flip powerbomb. As Jordan comes over Marvin holds on to the ropes tightly. Michael Ranson: Jordan is trying to powerbomb Marvin onto the mat outside the ring, if Marvin can’t hold on he may not get back up. Doug Taylor: Marvin has been punishing Post all match, but this could the turning point. Jordan’s feet are barely planted on the ground as he pulls on the sides of Marvin. You can see the two struggle with one another. Jordan’s grip finally gave way before Marvin’s and he stumbled down to his knee while Marvin held onto the ropes. He slides through the ropes and Jordan gets back up onto the ring apron. Marvin turns around and tries to take Jordan’s head off with a kick, but misses when Jordan ducks. Jordan leaps off the top rope trying to axe handle across Marvin’s back, but misses as well. Jordan tumbles through getting back to his feet and using his momentum to bounce off the ropes and come running right at Marvin who is standing back up and goes to kick him in the side. Marvin manages to leap back fast enough to avoid it, then grabs onto Jordan spinning him around and pulls him down into a x factor, hooking the leg on the impact for a quick pin. 1… 2… 2.5…KICKOUT! Doug Taylor: Another close pin for Marvin Shadow. I can’t believe he’s having such a hard time with Post, who is out of his element here. Michael Ranson: Learning to adapt is a sign of a good competitor. I think that Jordan, even if he loses, is showing us that he can do that. After the kickout Marvin looks around the ring, looking to be game planning his next move as he lays a few punches down onto the top of Jordan’s head. Then he gets back up and works his way to a corner, climbing up onto the turnbuckle and turning around. Just as he faces Jordan, he gets rushed by a suddenly revived Jordan who hits a big uppercut across the jaw of Marvin and causes him to fall down into the corner. Jordan backs away seeing an opportunity and runs in leaping for the shining wizard, but is ducked at the last minute. Jordan lands his legs across the turnbuckle and his foot got caught between the ropes leaving him stuck in the corner. Marvin looks at him and hits a few hard elbows across the face and then he moved to the outside of the ring and tugged back on Jordan’s shoulder and stretching his back across the corner post, tugging hard to push the post into the sore back, forcing the ref to count as Jordan does everything he can to not scream from the pain. 1... 2… 3… 4… Marvin breaks the hold and gets back into the ring and reaches down prying Jordan’s leg out of the ropes. Marvin struggles with it and for his troubles gets a few slams across the back from Jordan’s forearms. A few hard shots to follow ring across Marvin’s skull and he falls back away from the corner still staying on his feet. As soon as he recovers Jordan leaps from the top rope and slams into Marvin’s chest with a big crossbody, both landing together with a large thud, Jordan hooking the leg just as they hit. 1… 2.. 2.7…KICKOUT!!! Doug Taylor: Jordan keeps fighting back, but the punishment to his lower back isn’t able to be fought off so easily. He’s going to need to mount his offense now. Michael Ranson: No kidding Jordan rolls off of Marvin and outside of the ring, slowly crawling along the ground, occasionally reaching back and holding his back where he’d been worked on all match. Marvin slowly recovers in the ring and gets to his feet. For a moment he searches for his opponent and then sees Jordan getting back up outside the ring and slides out after him. 1… Marvin gets right on Jordan throwing his knee into the hurting lower back making Jordan’s pain look very obvious, but moving slowly since both men are breathing hard. 2… Marvin lines Jordan up and whips him towards the steps, Jordan flies towards it and then manages to jump just high enough to clear the steps, landing on the other side, holding his back as he lands. 3… Jordan swings around seeing Marvin coming at him again and kicks the steps making the top half fly off into Marvin’s legs, knocking him down. 4… Jordan holds the rope after the kick so he doesn’t fall down and slowly slides in under the bottom rope, leaving Marvin outside of the ring. 5… Jordan catches his breath while Marvin slowly rises outside of the ring, hearing the count from the ref continuing. 6… Jordan climbs back to his feet and watches as Marvin pulls himself under the ropes. Jordan eyes gleam and he runs right at Marvin finally hitting his Beaten and Broken finisher. Doug Taylor: That’s one of Jordan’s big moves, but does he have enough left to get the pin? Jordan slowly rolls Marvin over onto his back and hooks the leg. 1… 2… 2.9…KICKOUT!!! Doug Taylor: I guess Jordan couldn’t put his all into that finisher with how bad his back is hurting and that allowed Marvin to kick out of the pin. Michael Ranson: Jordan looked like he gave it his all too. I don’t know if he’ll get another chance. Marvin pushes Jordan off of his body and sit up looking down slightly dazed at his opponent. He slowly gets back to his feet as Jordan lays there catching his breath. Marvin shakes his head a bit smacking himself as he watches Jordan slowly start to get back up, pushing himself up with his arms. Then Marvin runs right at him with… Doug Taylor: A PUNT TO THE HEAD! Michael Ranson: Jordan looks like he’s in Nowhereville. Marvin drops down onto Jordan and the ref goes for the pin. 1… 2… 3!!! ***DING, DING, DING*** Peter Berczi: Here is your winner… MARVIN SHADOWS!!! Marvin rolls off of Jordan’s body and sits up slightly with the ref raising his hand, but he seems a bit delirious and just barely keeps his arm up. Michael Ranson: Marvin really punished Jordan Post and hit him with such a strong early offense that he just couldn’t recover from. Doug Taylor: He did show though that he could get back into this. He may not have won, but I think he showed how great of a competitor he is. [Segment] “I Could Kick Your Ass” by Justin Moore plays as the crowd jump to their feet and cheer loudly. Shortly after, our own General Manager Jay Williams walks out to the stage with a smirk on his face. He claps slowly right as Jordan makes contact with him from a seated position. Jay Williams: That was one hell of an effort there, champ, but it’s nothing compared to what I have in store for you at Night of Champions. Jordan rises to his feet and glares at Jay. Jay Williams: Yeah. That’s right. For months, you’ve been complaining at me that you want competition. Well, that’s gonna be an understatement this time because you will be defending against not one but two opponents. First option is gonna be the Shootfighter, a man that I’ve been keeping a close eye on for the past year. In fact, it’s a man I’ve practically built my brand around. Jordan laughs and rolls his eyes at Jay. Jay Williams: Oh, it gets better. Trust me. Your second opponent is gonna be the loser of the Phoenix versus Sickle match at Uprising... in a match our former boss likes to call the Devil’s Playground. The crowd explodes into cheers as Jordan places a foot on the bottom rope and one on the second leaning forward. It doesn’t take much intelligence to figure out what it is he’s mouthing off in the direction of GM. Doug Taylor: What the hell? The last time this match was in use, Jace Mingla nearly killed Frostbite for the World Championship! Michael Ranson: No kidding. When our General Manager promises something, he always delivers. Night of Champions is gonna be one night you won’t wanna miss. Jay shakes his head at Jordan and chuckles. Jay Williams: You better save up that energy, bucko. You told me you wanted competition and now it’s time to pay up. *in mocking tone* B-b-but I’m not in any condition to wrestle... *back to normal tone* Who gives a shit?! You brought this on yourself, Jordan. Prove to us you’re the real deal against not one but two legends in this business. Then we’ll see that all along it was you that screwed yourself over. I Could Kick Your Ass by Justin Moore hits and Jay walks out of the arena. You can see Jordan kicking the ropes and mouthing off curse words. The crowd is still cheering as the closing credits show on the screen. [Credits Roll] |
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