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| The Virus | May 19 2010, 09:17 AM Post #6 |
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Paige vs. Chris Jacobson Ding ding ding. Jason Cox: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The boom of a guitar and drums are heard throughout the arena. The lights go out and swarm around in red flashes. As the singer comes on, Chase comes out with a black unzipped warm-up jacket on. He kneels down on the stage and looks around. He slams his hands on the ground and leaps off the ground and marches down the ramp. Jason Cox: Introducing first, from the Seven Cities of Virginia, weighing in at 205 pounds…“the Prodigy” CHRIS JACOBSOOOOOOOOOOON!!! He slaps the hands of the fans lightly, eying the ring. He charges toward the apron and leaps onto it. He looks around and springs over the ropes into a front flip and rolls. He takes his jacket off and throws it to the corner. He walks to that corner and stands on it. He stands there until his opponent comes out. Mills: The UUW rookie Jacobson looks prepared and ready tonight to make an impact. And he’ll certainly need to be ready, because he’s going up against a longtime veteran of this business in Paige. Andrews: This is nonsense! How can they force a pretty girl like Paige to go up against a big strong man like Jacobson. This is a total mismatch, and it’s unfair…sexiest even! Mills: Woooo! Since when were you ever this political, and second, this is UUW, where the men and women compete as equal competitors. ”Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Trap hit’s the speaker. The song plays out for a longtime, but Paige does not appear at the stage. Chris and everyone else start to look confused… …until Paige jumps the barricade and attacks Chris with a steel chair from behind. Chris falls to the mat as Paige looks down on him with intensity and hatred in her eyes. The crowd boos Paige’s cowardly until their throats are raw, but she paysthem no mind as she yells “YOU THINK YOU CAN WRESTLE WITH ME? THE SEXIESR WOMAN IN PRO WRESTLING!” She then proceeds to beat the living hell out of Chris with the steel chair as the ref tries to get her to stop. Mills: What a cowardly act by Paige. I would expect better from a veteran like her. Andrews: Hey, she’s going up against a man who’s nearly twice her size. I say good for her, show the UUW Universe you don’t agree with this match. Paige throws the chair aside while Chris rolls and wrenches on the ground, cradling his injured limbs. The ref orders the stop of this assault on Chris, but Paige refuses to stop. She hits Chris with a few more conventional wrestling attacks, such as a Modified Neckbreaker, a Running Bulldog, ending it all with a Double Arm DDT on the steel chair. Paige gets back up, looking extremely proud of herself. As the crowd continues to jeer her with all their might, Paige orders the ref to ring the bell and start the match, which technically hasn’t started. The ref and Paige argue for a long time, but eventually the ref has no choice but to consent. Paige immediately goes for a cover. ONE… TWO… THREE!!! NO! Chris somehow manages to kickout at the last possible second. Mills: OH! I can’t believe it! Even after that terrible assault Chris still has enough heart to kickout! Paige can’t believe, and neither can this capacity crowd as they cheer Chris’s return. Paige gets to her feet and looks down on Chris as he slowly starts to stir. Paige’s expression quickly turns from shock to complete and uncomplicated rage. She garbs Chris by the hair and pulls him up, setting him up for the EMP. Andrews: Chris may have kickout before, but there’s no way he’ll kickout after this move. Paige taunts the crowd one final time, then looks to execute her move. But suddenly Chris reverses it and gets Paige into a Small Package. ONE… TWO… THREE!!! The crowd erupts with cheers as Chris quickly rolls out of the ring, leaving a dumbfounded Paige behind. Jason Cox: Here is your winner…CHRIS JACOBSOB!!! Mills: I can’t believe it! Chris, after being assaulted from behind still manages to pick up the victory in what might be the shortest match we’ll ever have in UUW history. Andrews: This is a complete travesty of justice! Paige shouldn’t have been in this type of match to begin with! The bookers are total sexiest, I swear to God! Chris runs up the ramp, lightly slapping hands with the fans as he smiles broadly at his victory. Paige stands up slowly in the ring, the realization of what just happened finally hitting her. Up on the stage, Chris smiles and gloats back at Paige in the ring before stepping behind the curtain. ![]() We go backstage where Chase Jacobson is caught walking to a dressing room. There's no name on the room door, but he knocks on it lightly. Chase: Hey...anyone home? He gets no answer. So he knocks again, but louder this time. And he begins hearing some footsteps. A man answers the door, it's The Prophet! Chase manages to sneak a peek inside, and he see's at least three women lounging on a leather sofa inside the room, he raises a brow in interest. Prophet: What do you want sonny boy, did you come to be my first victim of soul healing? Chase: No, actually. I came because I might have a certain fancy for this tag team thing. I think it can work out, I don't exactly know if it'll work out in a team with us two in particular, but if you want to make the tag division alive again, let's help one another out. Prophet: I'm listenin. Chase is glad to hear that Prophet is willing to contribute. He actually didn't plan on such an easy response, he needed a bit more time to think over the plan he had for a tag division, so for now, he'll just wing it. Chase: Let's say I could find out who your opponents are, and let's SAY....that I can cope them into working a deal, where maybe some alliance can be formed, an alliance dedicated to reuniting the ones who want to revive a dead major fad in wrestling. That is an entire tag lineup of people wanting some gold, but gold through team work. Prophet: I'm not followin you white boy. Chase: It's not hard to figure out. If we form this great alliance with this mystery team, it'll encourage other behind the scene forgettable superstars to do the same, and it'll create an entire new spin on what UUW really needs, and hasn't given us yet. Teams who can dominate. And through this process, tag titles are made, and records are set. Prophet: Very clever. What's to say you won't blackball me and refine this scheme of yours to fit your needs for some world title plot. Chase: I'm BRAND new here, it'll take a while before I get world gold, trust me. Key words, TRUST...ME. You with me on this or what? I mean you've seen how I decimated Paige, and she was apparently a legend in another federation, a female leviathan. I got your back if you take my word for it. Prophet favors his chin as his dimples expand like balloons and the thought of being a dominant alliance in an upstart fed seems to be a good one. He likes the idea. Chase waits for an answer, and Prophet happily obliges. Prophet: Ok, what do we got to lose right? But If you turn the tides on me boy, you'll be the first on my "TOTALLY EVIL AND UNCOOL" list. Chase: I can live with that. Prophet: Great, now get out. The door slams as giggles of beautiful women welcome Prophet back in. Chase makes a deceiving glare on his face and then struts away arrogant over his first victory. But as the cameras get ready to switch to the next match, it catches a glimpse of someone, an eavesdropper maybe? The someone is barely seen, but from what we can make out, it looks just like...it is, Kevin Hardaway! He was listening in the entire time! But now on a whim and a time slot, we go to the next match. Alexis Black Vs Derek Sitar - No Countouts The arena floods black with the absence of light as "Rain Wizard" begins to echo throughout. A red searchlight focuses straight down onto the platform. The reception is all but warm, as when "Here comes the rain!" is shouted, out from behind the curtain creeps Derek Sitar, shit-eating grin on his face. Jason Cox: "The following No-Count Out contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, "The Modern Day Gladiator" Derek Sitar!' He stops and raises his fist as he scans over the sea of people who want him gone. Derek yells back at them as he makes his way to the ring, letting them know just who he thinks the greatest really is as the searchlight follows him. Slowly he climbs up the stairs, basking in the hatred. Bobby Mills: "Now this Andrews is sure to be one impressive showing, I mean just look at the physic of this man. He's got everything, I'm telling you Derek Sitar is the future of this company .. Hell this man is the present of this company!" Craig Andrews: "What are you talking about Bobby? This man didn't even say another in rebuttal to the attack at the hands of Black last week! If you ask me that doesn't exactly spell out "The Future" in fact it's the mark of a coward." Bobby Mills: "A COWARD!? Please, if anyone is a coward it's Alexis Black, he attacked the man after a grueling match. Let me ask you something Andrews if Sitar was a coward then why did he even bother showing up tonight!?" Sitar steps in between the ropes, heading to the furthest corner, climbs the buckles and yelling at the fans, continually pointing back at himself, repeating, "When I speak, you listen. When I point, you bleed!" He hops off the buckles and the lights resume and the searchlight disappears. Derek rolls his neck and pops his knuckles as he waits. Craig Andrews: "Look, I'm not saying that Black's attack was the most honorable thing to do, but he least tried to explain himself over the week. Which is something you have to admire, at least a lit-." "FUCK DAMNATION MAN! FUCK REDEMPTION! WE ARE GOD'S UNWANTED CHILDREN? ... SO BE IT!" The lights are cut to black as "Look At Me Now" hits the PA system, and as the main riff hits crimson red pyros begin shooting off from the entrance, leaving a thick smoke behind. Jason Cox: "And his opponent, making his way to the ring by way of Winnipeg, Manitoba. Weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy pounds. This is "God's Unwanted Child" ... Alexis Black!" We focus in on the blanket of smoke awaiting Alexis Black to burst through the curtain, but seconds pass by quickly and he's no where to be seen. The deafening reaction from the crowd slowly fades away into a silent scene. Bobby Mills: "Who's the coward now Andrews!? Alexis didn't even show up to fight the guy he blind sided at Ultimate Legacy. Probably saw the size of this guy and decided that he would be better off staying at home like the quitter he is!" Our focus shifts back to the ring where Derek Sitar is staring at the entrance ramp in confusion. He doesn't know where his opponent is and is ready to take the win by default if he really has to, despite not wanting to as the crowd begins booing at the lack of Alexis Black. Craig Andrews: "This is honestly something I wouldn't have expected out of Alexis after making such a big deal about his impact, or rather his lack of it in MWE, and here he has a shot at beating a former world champion and he doesn't show up!? That's just mind boggling" As Sitar looks around at the crowd the referee slides out of the ring, he begins a discussion with Jason Cox. This goes on for a few seconds as they trade a few words back and forth, ending the conversation the ref and Cox give each other a nod as the referee slides back into the ring and grabs Sitar's wrist. Jason Cox: "Due to a no show by Alexis Black .. The referee has ruled that this contest has been awarded to Derek Sitar by disqu-" Cox is interrupted as Black leaps over the barricade and slides into the ring unknown to Sitar or the referee, as Sitar raises his arm to accept the DQ victory he is blind sided as Alexis bolts towards him and delivers a Yakuza kick to the back of his head that cracks off his skull with a sickening thud dropping him to the mat instantly. Bobby Mills: "SEE! That's something only a complete and utter coward would do! Alexis Black has absolutely no right to be in this company after attacking this man when he's not expecting it twice!" Craig Andrews: "What do you have against Alexis Black? If this was any other man you'd be calling this a brilliant move, but just because he doesn't fit your description of a wrestling superstar he's automatically a coward? No, that's just bullshit Mills!" The referee signals for the bell to start this match, and with a look of self satisfaction on his face Alexis walks away from the carnage he has created brushing his hands together as though to say "job well done" to himself. Bobby Mills: "Why are you so defensive over Black? He's an emo little child that knows damn well that he'll never be a champion, and since you were paying such close attention to his promo I'm sure you couldn't have missed the part where even HE admitted that!" Black turns around and grabs the neck of Sitar, dragging him to his feet in a bent over position Alexis delivers a few knees to his opponent's face before wrapping Sitar's own arm around his neck and powering him down with a cut-throat backbreaker, however instead of releasing the hold he brings him back up and drives once again focuses on the back hitting a cut-throat variation of the Lungblower that instantly drops Sitar! Who now rolls around the mat clutching his back as he groans in agony. Craig Andrews: "Do I really need to answer that question after a beautiful combination like that? It should be obvious, Alexis Black has the skill set to be a world champion one day and it's a damn shame he never got the opportunity to prove it in his past endeavors. If anyone is the future of this company it's this young kid, he may not have the best attitude towards it, but in my eyes Alexis Black is going to the top sooner rather then later." Bobby Mills: "Do I have to remind you that this kid DID get the opportunity to prove his worth before? He was named on Team MWE before he even made it to the main roster and then proved to himself, AND the rest of the world that he's a failure. Everyone else can admit it so why can't you?" Craig Andrews: "Because I think that deep down this kid WANTS to be a contender, he just doesn't have the self confidence to be at that level quite yet and I am determined to give him the boost he needs." Once again Black grabs at the neck of Sitar, however this time he doesn't lift him to his feet. Instead he wrenches himself over top of Derek and locks in a modified crossface submission hold sending the pain shooting from Sitar's back into his neck and face instantly forcing him to scream out in pain as he reaches desperately towards the ropes to break the hold. Bobby Mills: "Look at the desperation of Black, putting the "Modern Day Gladiator" in a choke hold! He knows damn well that if Sitar was to get back to his feet he wouldn't stand a chance, because Derek Sitar is the NEXT World Champion!" Craig Andrews: "Are you blind!? That is far from a choke hold Mills, this is a modified version of a crossface which is perfectly legal, and keeping Sitar off his feet is a sound strategy that even long time veterans could learn a thing or two about from Alexis Black." Derek crawls his way towards the ropes, finally getting his fingers wrapped around them he pulls himself as close to them as he can waiting for Black to release the hold, as the referee counts him towards DQ. ONE! Black just wrenches back harder putting Sitar in more pain. TWO! Craig Andrews: "Black is utilizing the five count to it's full potential here, putting Sitar in the most pain possible before he is forced to break the hold." THREE! Alexis is refusing to release the hold on Sitar, putting the hold on even tighter to the point where Sitar's neck is almost bent to a completely awkward ankle, almost to the point where it looks as though if this submission was locked in any tighter it would risk snapping his neck. FOUR! Black keeps the hold locked on forcing the referee to jump in and pull Black off of Sitar, who clings to the ropes to support himself as he leans over them in pain. He gasps to catch his breath as our ref begins yelling at Alexis warning him that if he does that again he will be disqualified! Alexis screams back "I HAVE TILL FIVE!!!" Bobby Mills: "That's just straight up ignorant! I have no complaints about him using that five count, but when you argue with the referee over something as stupid as this your risking a DQ and if Black really wants to be one of the top guys then this is not something that's going to get him there." The ref is still arguing his authority over Black, but "God's Unwanted Child" pays little attention a pushes past him into a sprint only to leap over the top rope and jump to the floor using his momentum and a free arm to drive Sitar's face into the apron before taunting the crowd into booing him loudly. A sly grin on his face he quickly slides back into the ring. Only to find that Sitar has finally made it to his knees, Black rushes in trying to get him back to the mat only to met with a hard shot to the gut that sends him staggering backwards for a few steps. Just enough time for Sitar to get to his feet for the first time in this match and deliver a brutal closeline! Bobby Mills: "And Black is all but screwed now! He shouldn't be pandering to the crowd when he's got a man like Derek Sitar in the ring." Craig Andrews: "I wouldn't count Alexis out just yet, in case our forgetting Sitar does have a lot of damage done to his back and neck and that's not going to be easy to overcome in a match like this. Especially when Black has seen all the offense up to this point." Black is back to his feet quickly, only to turn into a charging Sitar who lifts his leg looking for a Big Boot, but Black manages to move out of the way and sends Sitar into the ropes! Black quickly looks for a roll up, but Sitar holds steady on the top rope sending Black crashing to the mat on his own merits. In anger from the failed move Black slams his hands against the mat and pushes himself back to his feet, however Sitar has already set himself in position to grab hold of Alexis and send him over head with a Sambo Suplex. Craig Andrews: "Sitar hits a beautiful suplex, and it's beginning to look like he may be ready to make a comeback here." Bobby Mills: "Oh shut up! Didn't you just get finished complaining about how The Modern Day Gladiator has an injured back and how much that's gonna hold him down in this match?" Craig Andrews: "Yes I did, but I will admit that if he has the tolerance to fight through something like that then he just might be able to pick up the win here tonight." Normally hitting a big move like the Sambo would be enough to get a man pumped back up, however it seems like it's taken just as much out of Sitar as it did Black because he is once again clutching at his back in pain as he pushes himself off his knees just as Alexis begins pushing himself off the mat. Sitar reaches his feet just moments before Alexis, and grabs his arm hurling him towards the corner with a huge Irish whip. Sitar follows close behind and hits a hard corner closeline to Black. Both men reel from the pain for a split second before Sitar attempts it a second time, however this time as Black reaches the corner he runs up the ropes looking for the D.O.A. only to be pushed forward leaving his legs hanging through the middle ropes. Bobby Mills: "HA HAAA! Nice one Sitar, way to shut this kid down before he can even get started again. That right there is the way a championship class wrestler keeps himself in control!" Sitar grabs Alexis and begins to set up for the Poverty Plunge, but Black manages to pull himself through the ropes and get his legs up and over to deliver a strange kick to the head of Sitar that sends him stagger back a few feel. Allowing Black to get himself to the apron, and send himself into the air with a springboard roundhouse that levels Sitar! Black doesn't waste anytime and he quickly finds himself climbing a turnbuckle. As he reaches the top rope he takes a look back to make sure Sitar is still down for the count, and an instant later launches himself off the top rope with a moonsault! Sitar rolls out of the way, but Alexis lands on his feet sending the crowd into a frenzy as he runs forward and hits a Standing SSP! Bobby Mills: "GET THE FUCK OUT!" Craig Andrews: "That's what Alexis calls that move, and it's simple to see by your reaction exactly why he decided to name it that." He hooks the leg of Sitar for the first pin attempt in the match, the referee quickly slides into position and makes the count. ONE ... TWO ... TH- Derek Sitar barely manages to get the shoulder up keeping this match going, much to the chagrin of Alexis who is quickly back to his feet and now quite pissed off. He looks down at Sitar and mouths the words "Just stay down" Bobby Mills: "This proves that Sitar has still got some fight left in him, and I bet anything that he's just waiting for Black to screw up again and leave an opening for him to capitalize on." Craig Andrews: "Sitar does have the heart to keep going on, and I have to respect him for that but if he keeps this match going for too much longer he's going to run the risk of a serious injury to that back." Black backs away a few steps and just waits, his eyes focused hard on Sitar as he very slowly gets to his knees. That's when Black strikes, he charges forward looking for a Glimmering Warlock on Sitar, but he ducks the kick and quickly trips up Black. Sitar moves quickly in order to lock in a headlock on Black, giving himself a breather to think of what he's going to do to get the better of this kid. He cranks it in tighter, but to no use as Alexis fights his way back to his feet and gives few shots to the mid-section of Sitar forcing him to release the hold. Craig Andrews: "Alexis Black may be a rookie, but even you have to admit that if he's got the ability to out shine a former champion then he's going to rise through the ranks here very quickly." Bobby Mills: "I'll admit that I'm impressed when this kid can show me something that I should be impressed about, this is nothing more then beginners luck. So sooner or later that's gonna fade away and leave Black in the dust." Black gives a quick boot to the mid-section of Sitar causing him to bend over as his opponent runs towards the ropes, he bounces off and sets up for a quick maneuver only for Sitar to lift him over head with a back body drop. ![]() But once again Alexis lands on his feet, and is quick enough to spin around and nail Sitar with a Regal-Plex that hits with a huge impact, he keeps it hooked in once again looking for the cover. ONE ... TWO Sitar powers out once again, leaving Alexis Black visible irritated about not being able to put him away. Black slaps the mat in anger as he picks himself up to his feet, once again locking a death stare on Sitar. ![]() Bobby Mills: "See this is exactly what I'm talking about, Black has all the flashy moves but when it comes down to it he just doesn't have the finesse to put Derek away." Sitar needs to use every bit of strength he has left to fight his way to his hands and knees, but it all proves worthless as Alexis rushes forward and delivers a swift kick to Sitar's face. He reaches down quickly and wraps his arm around Derek's neck, picking him up off the mat only to drop him down with his signature brainbuster, the Skullfuck Black keeps his arm locked around the neck of Derek and floats over to put him in a seated position before he begins to deliver quick, brutal elbow shots to the head and neck of his opponent once again forcing the referee to step in and begin his five count. Craig Andrews: "Alexis is letting his anger get the better of him here and I'm not sure if that's going to be a good thing here, he's only got until five to lay off the elbows or he once again risks disqualification." Black stops by the count of four and pushes Sitar face first to the mat, the fans in attendance once again booing and heckling him relentlessly as the referee goes to check on Sitar. Alexis takes the time now to look towards the crowd and speak some of his mind before turning back to Sitar as he argues with the ref that he's fine to keep going despite having a hard time even staying on his knees. This doesn't matter to Black however as he walks towards the Modern Day Gladiator, making sure he's looking towards him Alexis blows him that same eerie kiss from Ultimate Legacy before he runs in and hits a snap DDT the predecessor to Euphoria and just seconds into the devastating submission Sitar taps out! Jason Cox: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by way of submission ... ALEXIS BLLLLLAAAAACK!" Craig Andrews: "An impressive victory here by the young Alexis Black, he said he wanted to make an impact and I'll be damned if this win doesn't get him some notice." Bobby Mills: "I'm still not impressed with this kid, sure he got the win but next time I want to see him do it without blind siding a future champion." As we focus back to the ring Black is wrenching in the Euphoria tighter and tighter by the second despite the officials best attempts to get him off. He signals for the bell as he pulls at the arms of Black who seems to have gone into some kind of an enraged trance here. However as Black re-grips it gives Sitar just enough of an opening to fight his way back to his feet, but Alexis keeps the submission locked in tightly. The crowd is now in full support of Derek despite the fact of him being a heel, at this point it is about the well being of a wrestler, the support is enough to fuel him into a second wind as he charges towards the corner, putting Alexis back first into the turnbuckle. Craig Andrews: "This is getting out of hand! Come on Black you've already got the win can't you just take that and move on!?" Bobby Mills: "Now you're finally starting to see what I've been saying! Alexis Black will NEVER be a champion in this company!" Somehow he still manages to keep the hold locked in and cranks it on tighter again, and soon Sitar finds himself helplessly fading away until he's out cold. It's only now that Alexis released the hold, and now demands a microphone from Cox. Alexis takes one last disgusted look around the arena and then gazes down at Sitar as he raises the microphone to his lips, and begins talking over the boos from through the arena. ![]() Alexis Black: "I told you that tonight I would make my intentions loud and clear Derek, and I know your off in a dream world right now so you probably can't hear me. But that just makes this so much sweeter ..." He bends his knees and squats beside the passed out Sitar, lifting his head off the canvas with his free hand to get a better look at him. Alexis Black: "Because while your dreaming your life away, I'm living a nightmare because of the man that took what was supposed to be my fairytale career and shit all over it ... I told you that this wasn't personal Derek, and it wasn't. Just consider yourself as the warning of what I intend to do ..." Black looks away from Sitar and glares towards the entrance ramp, as though looking into the back. Into the locker room. Alexis Black: "To James Preston" Just the mention of Preston's name sends the crowds reaction into reverse as they begin cheering the self-proclaimed "Image of Perfection" however this reception twists a snarl onto Black's face. In anger he shoves Sitar's face back into the canvas and uses his head to push himself to his feet as he takes a few strides towards the direction of the ramp, eyes still locked on it as we fade away to commercial break. |
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| The Virus | May 19 2010, 09:18 AM Post #7 |
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ROKO Vs The Virus - Hardcore Submission match Ding ding ding. Jason Cox: The following contest is a Hardcore Submission Match, where the only way to win is to make your opponent submit. There are no count-outs and no disqualifications. As “California Love” by 2Pac blares throughout the arena, ROKO walks from behind the curtain and to the ring, greeted by a cacophony of boos and jeers, and of course, cheers by the ladies. Jason Cox: Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is the “Guru Of Greatness”! ROOOOOOOOOKOOOOOOOO! Mills: In his first match here in the UUW, ROKO the self-proclaimed “Guru Of Greatness” looks extra confident as he gets set to go up against the new World Champion. Andrews: I don’t care how confident this kid is, Virus is a nutcase. And he’s stepping into HIS kinda fight in a Hardcore Submission Match. If you ask me, I think this’ll be the last time we ever see this kid in UUW. Mills: That may be true, but wrestlers in this business don’t get anywhere with that kind of attitude. ROKO now stands in the ring, pacing around the length of the ring ropes waiting for his opponent to come out. As “Any Means Necessary” begins, the lights dim. At 0:20, fire explodes at the stage, revealing Leon Roberts with the UUW Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He stays there for a few seconds before he heads to the ring. Jason Cox: And his opponent, from Toronto Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 280 pounds. He is the Underground Heavyweight Champion! LEON “THE VIRUS” ROOOOOOOOBERTS! Once he’s inside the ring, he heads toward one of the corners, raises his belt high as the arena flashes between black and red before the lights return to normal. Mills: And there he is, our NEW World Champion. And he sure looks ready for a fight. Andrews: Leon Roberts is always ready for a fight. But I still think he’s as loopy as a roller coaster. Mills: Wow, that was really lame. Andrews: Shut your pie hole! The ref checks to see that both wrestlers are ready and signals for the bell. Without wasting a beat, the two instantly tie up in the center of the ring. The two grapple against each other for a moment before Virus, with his bigger frame, shoves ROKO backwards. ROKO falls to his feet and rolls to the corner. He looks up at Virus with a look of surprise as Virus looks down on him with a sinister grin. Andrews: This is not a smart idea. You definitely don’t want to get into a test of strength with The Virus. ROKO stands up, takes a moment to recover, then the match resumes. The opponents circle each other for a brief moment before they tie up once again in the center ring. Virus forces ROKO back again, until the two are tied up in the corner turnbuckle. The two continue to grapple as the ref comes over to order them to break up. Finally, Virus releases the hold, but not before delivering a hard slap to ROKO’s face. Mills: That’s blatant disrespect on the part of our champion. Andrews: He’s our World Champion, he can disrespect whoever he wants. ROKO looks like he’s starting to get irritated. He charges for Virus, but Virus hits him with an elbow that sends him back into the corner. Virus stays on him, hitting him with a barrage of fist before he Irish Whips ROKO to the opposite corner. As ROKO hangs on the corner ropes, Virus charges and hits him hard with a Clothesline that sends ROKO tumbling to the mat. Virus looks down at ROKO for a moment, enjoying his early dominance, then drags ROKO by one of his legs to the center of the ring, where he proceeds to bend and torque the leg in odd angles, causing ROKO to scream out in pain. Mills: Looks like Virus is dominating the match early. Andrews: That’s one of the reasons why he’s our World Champ. Once he starts to dominate, he doesn’t stop until he wins. Virus now starts kicking and stomping on ROKO’s leg. That is until, with his free leg, ROKO bends his back and his able to use his free leg to kick Virus square in the side of the head, sending the World Champion stumbling to the side. ROKO uses the moment to recover and get back to his feet. Virus now hangs off the ropes, and ROKO charges for a Clothesline to send Virus over and out of the ring. But Virus sees that coming, so he launches ROKO over the ropes instead. But ROKO manages to hang onto the ropes and lands safely on the apron. As Virus turns to look at his handy work, ROKO delivers another kick to Virus’s head. Virus stumbles to the center ring, so ROKO jumps onto the top rope and uses it to launch himself at Virus, hitting him with a Spinning Heel Kick. ROKO gets up and celebrates his advantage over Virus. Perhaps he celebrated a bit too long, because as soon as he goes for Virus again, Virus has already recovered, lifting his boot up to say hello to ROKO’s pretty face. Mills: ROKO was starting to get some momentum, but Virus just doesn’t stay down for long, no matter what you hit him with. Virus rubs his jaw, still feeling a bit of pain from ROKO’s Heel Kick. Virus looks as if he’s starting to take ROKO a bit more seriously as a threat. Virus walks over to ROKO’s limp body, lifts him up and delivers a hard Belly To Belly Suplex. He pulls ROKO back to his feet, hitting him with some more elbows to the jaw. He Irish Whips ROKO to the opposite ropes. ![]() And upon his return sets him up for the Samoan Drop. But ROKO counters it into an Armdrag that takes Virus completely by surprise. Virus tries to recover quickly, but is instantly met with a Dropkick that sends him right back down. Virus sits up, this time only to be met with a Running Knee Smash courtesy of ROKO. Mills: Looks like ROKO is finally starting to keep some momentum. If he keeps this up, he might just pull this off. Andrews: ROKO may be a promising upstart in this company, but I seriously doubt he’ll beat our World Champion on his first try. ROKO stays on Virus, lifting him up, hitting a few chest slaps before hitting a Russian Leg Sweep. ROKO sees that Virus is in perfect position, so he launches himself for a Springboard Moonsault. But Virus rolls out of the way. However, ROKO lands safely on his feet, and before Virus knows what hit him, launches his superkick finisher, the Hollywood Hangover. BUT WAIT! Virus catches the foot before it makes contact…only to have ROKO turn it into an enzuiguri. ROKO is starting to look more confident now. So he takes a moment to taunt the crowd, to which he receives a multitude of jeers. But as soon as he turns around, Virus is on him, unleashing a hellish amount of rights, lefts, and elbows to ROKO. Virus then Irish Whips ROKO to the ropes and tries to Clothesline him. But ROKO manages to duck the move, pulling Virus’s head down into a STO Backbreaker, followed then by a Neckbreaker. ROKO marches around the ring, feeling the energy of his advantage. He goes for the nearest turnbuckle, showing off to the audience. He waits for Virus to get to his feet, then launches a Diving Crossbody. But Virus grabs ROKO’s body and plants him down with a Spinebuster instead. ROKO rolls on the ground, while Virus recovers himself, looking very frustrated and angry. Andrews: I don’t think Virus liked being taken to school like that by some unknown rookie. Mills: I have a bad feeling things are about to get REALLY bad in there for ROKO. And they do. Virus pulls ROKO to his feet and throws him shoulder first into the ring post. As ROKO hangs in the corner, Virus runs full speed and hits him with a Spear in the corner. But Virus isn’t letting up yet. He sets ROKO up at the top turnbuckle, and then slowly climbs after him. At the top, Virus lifts ROKO onto his shoulders. It looks like Virus wants to hit ROKO with an Electric Chair from the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers in anticipation for his career-ending move. ROKO fights against it for a moment, but he’s still out of it as Virus starts to lean backwards. But wait! At the last minute, ROKO turns his body at just the right angle to turn the move into a Super Hurricanrana. Both men lay motionless on the mat. ROKO stirs first. Unable to get to his feet, he crawls and pulls himself onto his feet using the ropes. Andrews: Man! When are these guys going to start using some weapons or go for a submission? Mills: You shouldn’t be in such a hurry to see blood and violence. Andrews: Is that some kind of joke? This is wrestling dammit! It was founded on blood and violence. Seeming to have heard the commentators plea, ROKO is the first to roll out of the ring and search under the ring apron for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and goes to climb back into the ring. But Virus Baseball Slides the chair right into ROKO’s face, sending him backwards to the security barricade. Virus rolls outside the ring as well as the ref tries to urge him back into the ring. Virus picks up the chair, ready to attack ROKO, but reconsiders after a moment. He searches under the ring for a different weapon and pulls out….A 2X4 covered in barbed wire. Virus then pulls a match from his tights and now it’s a 2X4 covered in barbed wire…and in flames! Mills: In the words of Joey Styles…OH MY GOD!!! He can’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking?! Letting his true demented side show, Virus gets a sick twisted grin as he strikes ROKO hard in the gut with the weapon. The crowd starts chanting “YOU SICK F^CK” to Virus. ROKO tries to crawl away toward the announce table, but Virus keeps wailing away on him. ROKO pulls himself up to his knees using the announce table while Virus looks on like a hawk from hell. He raises the flaming weapon high above his head, ready for the final strike, when from out of nowhere ROKO uses the time keepers bell to smack Virus upside the head. Virus’s face is now busted open and dripping in blood. As the crowd cheers this awesome, and quickly becoming violent match, ROKO rolls Virus into the ring. As Virus lays motionless, ROKO goes back under the ring and starts throwing weapons into the ring, such as a crutch, a garbage can, a kendo stick, a sledgehammer, even a ladder and a table. ROKO, now satisfied with his arsenal, rolls into the ring and begins setting up the table in the corner. He stomps on Virus a few times before going into the other corner and setting up the ladder between the ropes. ROKO walks back over to Virus and picks him up, but Virus has fully recovered by now and pushes ROKO back. ROKO uses the ropes to bounce back, but Virus counters it into a Side Walk Slam…onto the garbage can ROKO threw into the ring. The garbage can is now bent and useless as Virus pushes it out of the ring. ROKO looks out of it, while Virus’s high level of pain tolerance makes him look fine. He whips away some of the blood on his face, pulls ROKO to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder, then Oklahoma Slams ROKO into the table in the corner. ![]() Mills: My God! Virus just put ROKO through a table. Andrews: No shit Ray Charles! I think everybody at home and in this arena saw that. Now this is what wrestling is all about! ROKO’s body is completely limp now. Virus could easily go for a submission and ROKO would most likely tap. But Virus’s love for violence is taking over now. He lifts up ROKO again, puts him over his shoulder again, walks him over to the other corner and does a Snake Eyes on the ladder ROKO placed there earlier. Now ROKO’s face is busted open. Virus then picks up the sledgehammer and pounds away at various parts of ROKO’s body. Mills: Come on! Someone needs to stop this! Virus is taking this thing too far! Andrews: In hardcore matches, there is no such thing as too far. Starting to look bored, Virus drops the sledgehammer and paces slowly around ROKO. Virus goes down to pick ROKO up again, but ROKO uses all of his reserve strength to kick Virus in the head. It doesn’t faze Virus, so ROKO kicks him again, and again, and again. Finally, Virus looks dazed as ROKO stumbles to his feet. The two men start trading lefts, right, and elbows to the face. Mills: These two men are just refusing to lose here tonight. Finally, ROKO gets an advantage, pushing Virus back to the ropes. Virus tries to seek refuge in the ropes, which turns out to be a mistake. With Virus tangled in the ropes, ROKO pulls back on Virus’s chin for an odd looking form of the Camel Clutch. Virus scream as ROKO yells for him to tap. Virus hand starts to shake mere inches from the ground…he looks like he’s about to tap. But then Virus elbows ROKO in the face, forcing ROKO off him and giving Virus time to recover. But ROKO recovers first and sets up Virus for the Hollywood Hangover yet again. But Virus is ready for it again, dodging it and catching ROKO by the throat, hitting him with the Omega Chokeslam. Andrews: OH!!! That’s got to be the end of ROKO right there. Virus circles the ring, seemingly looking for something. He finds what he’s looking for in the kendo stick as he picks it up and goes over to where ROKO’s body lays. He props ROKO into a sitting position, then from behind, proceeds to choke him out with the kendo stick. ROKO fights against it, but soon has no choice but to tap out. The bell rings, but Virus refuses to let go. Jason Cox: The winner of this match…the Underground World Heavyweight Champion…THE VIRUS!!! Virus finally lets go as the ref comes over to hand him his belt and lift his hand high in victory. Virus pulls his hand away, not wanting to be touched by the ref, and lifts his belt high into the air as the crowd boos his victory. ![]() Andrews: A hard fought match by both competitors, but ROKO just wasn’t good enough. Mills: Either way, I don’t think anyone will deny the talent this kid has anytime soon. Virus looks like he’s about to leave, but then gazes hungrily at ROKO’s body. After a moment of starring at him with a demonic look in his eyes, Virus looks toward the stage and signals for someone to come to the ring. Instantly, the hooded figures from Ultimate Legacy reappear, one carrying another hot branding iron. Mills: Oh no, not this again! It’s Ultimate Legacy all over again. Andrews: Does Virus have some kind of fire fetish or something. Virus orders his men into the ring, commanding two of them to hold up ROKO, whose still barely able to recognize what’s going on. The other hooded figure hands Virus the branding iron, and he examines it lovingly, as if it were his own child. He mockingly walks toward ROKO with the brander in hand as ROKO tries to fight out of the hooded figures grip, but is too weak to break himself free. Mere inches from ROKO, Virus holds the brander up high, ready to mark ROKO with his symbol. When suddenly… There is a loud roar from the audience as Zack Crash rushes the ring and starts pummeling the hooded figures. Virus looks shock as he watches Zack take out his minions with ease, sending each of them over the ropes with Clotheslines and Dropkicks. Now, only Zack, Virus, and a beaten ROKO remain in the ring. Virus swings the brander at Crash, but he ducks it, kicks Virus in the stomach, causing him to drop the brander as Crash hits Virus with the Spinning Unprettier he calls the Flash N’ Crash. Mills: Looks like Crash got a bit or revenge for what happened at Ultimate Legacy. Andrews: What a coward! I don’t care how hyped up this guy is, he just attack our World Champ from behind! Mills: Well it certainly looks like Crash isn’t out of the Title hunt just yet. Crash celebrates in the ring as Virus wrenches in pain at his feet. Crash then goes over to ROKO, who looks to be recovering and helps him to his feet. ROKO accepts, and the two celebrate together in the ring… …until ROKO Superkicks Crash right in the teeth. The crowd is in utter shock as Virus gets up and together, ROKO and Virus start beating the living daylights out of the Ultimate Thrill Seeker. Then, Virus and ROKO grab each others hand and raise them high as Crash lay at their feet. Mills: I can’t believe this! This was a trap set to lure Crash out so Virus could assault him. What a coward! Andrews: No, you mean what a genius. Virus orders ROKO to hold Crash, which he does by putting him into a Full Nelson, while Virus goes for the brander, which is still burning so hot it has burned a small section of the ring. Virus stalks Crash, who is trying to break free. Finally, as Virus goes to brand him, Zack kicks the brander out of Virus’s hand, breaks the Full Nelson and throws ROKO into the Virus, giving himself just enough time to roll out of the ring and back to safety. As Crash makes his way back up the ramp, he and Virus share a long, intense stare that speaks nothing but their absolute disdain for each other. Crash signals with his hands around his waist, declaring himself the next World Champ, while Virus picks up the brander and signals toward Crash. ![]() Clearly, this isn’t over yet. We fade to the UUW Logo and the show ends in PPV worthy glory!
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| The Virus | May 19 2010, 09:29 AM Post #8 |
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Very special thanks to: Sinc/KXN Alexis Black/Sexy Texy The Virus Zack Crash Legacy Thanks to you guys, we made this epic show possible. WOO! THANKS GUYS! |
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| Paige | May 20 2010, 05:54 AM Post #9 |
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Um.....Paige wasn't even supposed to be there. |
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| KxN | May 20 2010, 10:31 AM Post #10 |
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I dunno what to tell ya other than nobody told me anything about that shouldn't be a big deal since we worked a good uuw feed angle in the feed section for your absence. |
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