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| The Virus | Jun 23 2010, 07:48 PM Post #1 |
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![]() ![]() Sacramento, California - Arco Arena: 17,317 seats Seating: Full, 17,317 seated and filled. Fireworks explode as 'Raise up' blares through the arena. All 17,317 people are on their feet. Various signs are seen as the camera pan around the audience. Craig Andrews: The fallout of Extreme Celebrations promises to create vast changes to the wrestling world. I'm Craig Andrews, along with my Broadcast Partner, Bobby Mills, and we welcome you, to Wednesday Night Revolution! Bobby Mills: Notice how it's not the replay tonight? Well we got some news for that. Craig Andrews: You're right Mills. Starting tonight, we're going back to regular broadcasting for our show, as the fans around the world, while enjoyed the replay, wanted to see all the action. We only teased it before, but now, everyone's getting every single bit of it, nothing held back. Bobby Mills: Oh yes. This is more like it. Speaking of Extreme Celebrations, new champions were crowned, and surprises galore. Craig Andrews: That's right. Oliver Creed won the hardcore gauntlet to become the Ultimate Impact Division champion, Kevin Hardaway won the Master of Perfection title from James Preston, which from what I could tell, has been scrapped. Also, Spike Kane made his debut, taking out Kevin after his match. Chase Jacobson then turned his back on The Prophet. Bobby Mills: All that is good and all, but it pales in comparison to Zack Crash defeating Leon 'The Virus' Roberts, in that bloody, unforgiving steel structure, that is Hell in a Cell. Craig Andrews: Oh it was spectacular indeed, but what will Virus's mood be like. Regardless of that, lets get this show on the road. ![]() A camera man begins wondering around backstage without his camera even on hoping to grab a cup of coffee and a quick bite to eat. But a man crosses his path and stands directly in front of his face. That man is SINC MERCIER! Sinc: Turn that big black beast on tiger, I have something special to say! In a non retarded way. The camera man nods and flicks the camera on as we switch camera angles briefly to show the titantron with Sinc's face on it while the crowd goes crazy. Sinc raises a hand to the lens hushing them and makes a stern face; one of both reason and murderous intent. Sinc: Listen here my little pretties, I am still waiting for D.C. to give me a fuckin answer, and something is telling me that maybe the man doesn't think I'm important enough, or proper enough for his world of beer guzzling and rave parties. Well let me tell ya sommin! If I have to come and find D and drag his ass to the ring, I will not even FLINCH to do so. Now I'm not gonna go as far as kidnapping his girlfriend like a certain someone did back in MWE, but I will do ass to mouth on live TV....if he doesn't give me an answer! I swear to the lord I will. There's flutters of laughter. But Sinc isn't even thinking about jokes, he's focused on D.C. and whether or not he's going to step up to Sinc's proposal, and if they will TRULY sell a legendary bout. Sinc: I'm only giving you one more show to give me an answer D.C., if you do not, I am going to humiliate you in front of millions in ways you can't even imagine. I don't think you want to wait to find out, so fight me, or forever be transformed as the official jackass of UUW. So get back to me on "the subject" tough guy! Sinc turns off the camera as he hunches his hands over the camera man's shoulders and flicks it off in aggravation as we cut to the next match. UID Showcase D.C VS James Preston James Preston comes out, looking a bit pissed off. He doesn't bother shaking hands with anyone, as he goes right to the ring.He enters, and awaits for his opponent to arrive. Jason Cox: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. From London England. Weighing in at 245 pounds. JAMES PRESTON! "Name of the Game" by The Crystal Method hits, the arena goes completely dark. Black lights come on and a few laser lights flash around the arena. D.C. comes from behind with glow in the dark paint on his upper body. As he moves around taunting the crowd Lindsey comes out shortly after him as the two embrace in a glow. The lights kick on as the two stand and appear to have no paint on them at all. D.C. walks a little in front of Lindsey but the two stare at each other and exchange winks as they walk to the ring. Lindsey kneels and crawls on all fours on the apron as D.C. slides into the ring beside her. D.C. lays on the ground and rolls onto his back as Lindsey crawls up to him and kiss him. D.C. then gets up and taunts the crowd from the turnbuckle and stares at his opponent. Jason Cox: And from Santa Ana, California California. Weighing in at 215 pounds. DC! The bell rings. The duo lock up but DC quickly knees him in the gut before ramming him into the ringpost!. Preston staggers out of the corner and DC lifts him up and drops him with a body slam!. Craig Andrews: DC is all fired up tonight. DC peels Preston off the mat and Preston responds with a series of elbow strikes he backs up and hits a dropkick, knocking DC into the ring ropes. Instead of doing the damage it should to DC, it only makes him come after Preston with a flying elbow!. Craig Andrews: Can James Preston actually get something in? Bobby Mills: Ummm.....no! Preston clutches his head in pain as DC lifts him up and drops him with a STIFF DDT. Preston isn’t moving as DC picks him up and thrusts him into the corner before placing Preston on the top rope, he climbs up himself Bobby Mills: What the heck is he doing? DC leaps off the second rope with a Superplex! Preston lands hard on the mat. DC covers 1... 2... KICKOUT! DC pulls his hair, obviously wanting the match done and over with. He picks up Preston, only for Preston to deliver a low blow. The ref saw it, and rings the bell. Jason Cox: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification....DC! Preston is pissed. He goes to attack DC again, but DC lays him out with a Chemi-kill! Preston is clutching his head in pain. The audience cheers for DC, as we fade to commercial. |
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| The Virus | Jun 23 2010, 07:53 PM Post #2 |
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![]() “Crash” by Decyfer down hits the arena speakers and the crowd in attendance goes wild as they cheer the approach of one of the most popular stars in UUW today. Zack Crash almost instantly steps from behind the curtain in his backstage gear, wearing the Underground Heavyweight Championship proudly on his shoulders. The crowd jumps to their feet as Crash makes his way to the ring as a flurry of confetti falls from the sky and a multitude of fireworks explode from the stage. Jason Cox: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…the NEWWWW Underground Heavyweight Champion…ZACK…CRASH!!! Zack slaps the hand of several fans on his way to the ring. Once at ringside, he slides face first into the ring, goes for the nearest turnbuckle and jumps to the highest rope, holding the title belt high for all to see as the flashing of some many cameras is nearly blinding. Andrews: Certainly a celebration worthy of crowning a new champion. Crash has worked so hard and waited so long for this moment. Take it all in man, you’ve earned it. Mills: I say his championship reign won’t last a month…maybe less. Zack goes for a microphone and tries to talk, but a chanting of “ZACK, ZACK, ZACK” from the fans prevents him from saying anything. Finally, after a long while, the fans quiet down long enough for Zack to make his first champion’s address. Zack: Not to sound like Chris Jericho or anything but…I AM THE WORLD CHAMPION!!! This earns another shouting of cheers from the fans as Zack again holds up his title. Zack: And there are a number of people I need to thank. First off, and most importantly, I want to thank all my fans out there. You people supported me, and believed in me during times when I didn’t even believe in myself. You’ve always been by my side and stuck with me through thick and thin, so this championship is as much yours as it is mine. And I couldn’t have gotten here without you. There is a respectable applause from the fans as a small group start a “THANK YOU ZACK” chant. Zack waits for them to quiet down and continue. Zack: Next, I’d like to thank the people of the now buried MWE. Those people were the ones who gave me my start in this business. I cut my teeth in that company, and I owe a lot of who I am today to what I learned there. And speaking of learning, another person I want to thank is Sinc Mercier. There is a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd, as everyone remembers how Sinc interrupted Zack’s championship win. Zack: I know what he did may not be popular among many, but this man taught me show much when I was in MWE. He helped me out more than you know. So I ask you guys to not give me too much grief over what he did at Extreme Celebrations. And I hope your listening Sinc when I tell you you’re my friend, I love you, and I appreciate all you’ve done for me. I definitely wouldn’t have gotten this far without your help buddy. Another respectable applause from the audience at Crash’s humbleness. Andrews: Isn’t this such a nice championship address? Mills: I think I’m gonna be sick. Zack: But enough of that mushy stuff, I’m here to tell you all my plans as your new champion. This has always been my dream, and as such, I plan to carry this belt with pride and honor. And I - [/b] Suddenly, the lights dim. The familiar tune of “Any Means Necessary” blares through the arena. The crowd is both cheering and booing the man who comes from the curtain. It’s Leon “The Virus” Roberts. He waste no time getting to the ring, and grabbing a mic, as the music fades and the lights come back on. Zack just smiles, almost as if he was expecting Virus to show up. Virus: I’m sorry, but if I’m forced to listen to this nonsense one second longer I’m going to be sick. And if there’s one thing that makes me sick, it’s seeing all of these people happy. Even worse, is seeing my enemy’s happy. Yeah, you may have beaten me Crash. But you caught me off guard, and that’s not at all the same thing. But either way, you won and that championship is proof of it so…congratulations. Crash just smiles and claps his hands, letting Virus know he appreciates the words being said. The audience just boos Virus, not believing for a second his words to be genuine. Virus: But in all honesty Crash…did you really think it was over? Did you really think I would lay down and die while you took what is still rightfully mine? Don’t forget…I’m the former champion. So unless we agree not to face each other, I get a rematch whenever I want. So, getting down to business, I’m here to challenge you. The crowd cheers for the rematch. Zack: So we’re fighting tonight? Zack says, sounding eager as the crowd cheers their approval of the match here tonight. Virus: No. The crowd boos, but not surprised. Virus: We’ll fight at the next pay-per-view. And just to make things more interesting, I’ll let you pick the match type this time. Zack considers it a moment, then nods his head….a sly smirk crossing his lips. Zack: Alright, sounds like a deal. And I already know what match type I want it to be…but I’m not telling you until the final WNR before the match. The crowd moans in disappointment that Zack won’t tell them the match. Virus quickly goes to leave, but Zack stops him with a wave of his palm. Zack: One other thing. Let me remind you how you tried to take my soul last time we fought. Well I’m still not happy about that. So, if you want me to accept this rematch, then you have to put something similar on the line. You see Leon, I still believe you can be saved from yourself, from your lifestyle. So if I win, you have to give up this whole shtick that you’ve been on. You won’t bring hell into UUW anymore. Virus looks shocked as the crowd roars their approval. Virus growls at Crash, clearly pissed off at what Zack is trying to do. Virus: That’s asking me to give up who I am Crash! No! There’s no chance in hell I would ever agree to that! Zack: It’s either that…or I refuse your challenge. Your choice man, either put it all on the line, or chicken out. Virus looks torn as he paces the ring, wondering what he should do. Finally, he comes to terms with his answer. Virus: You think you can refuse me! I’ll make sure you get screwed and lose that title. You know what, fine, I accept your terms. But only if you’re willing to accept the same terms as me. If you want an equivalent exchange, I just balanced it out for you. Your soul and title against my lifestyle. If you want it, it’ll be either that, or just you and I facing each other. Regardless if you accept or not, that championship will belong to me again, very soon. And I will…break…you! Zack: Deal. Zack says without a moment’s hesitation or without a single sparkle of doubt in his eyes. The two share a long, intense stare down battle until Virus forcefully removes himself from the ring. As he walks up the ramp, Zack leans on the ropes, looking directly at Virus as he lifts the mic to his mouth for the final word. Zack: Better start thinking of a new style for yourself Leon, because I plan on being UUW Champion for a long…LONG time. And after I’ve saved you, you and I will form one of the greatest tag teams this business has ever seen! With that, Zack throws down the mic as his music hits the speakers again. Virus just looks on in disgust as Crash shows off his championship belt one final time before his big match tonight against Oliver Creed. Leon finally exits from behind the curtain as the jumbotron shows a still celebrating Zack Crash. The scene fades to a commercial. |
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| The Virus | Jun 23 2010, 08:00 PM Post #3 |
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Chad Evans Vs Calypso Vs Spike Kane Chad Evans, Calypso, and Spike Kane are all standing blankly in the ring. Their entrances have already long passed as they admire the fans and prepare themselves for the match. The referee can see the determination and desire for bloodshed within their faces, these individuals are truly wanting to define the hardcore genre. There are also hints of jealousy and self expression within their eyes; wanting to be the epitome of top dog status. Without any more hesitation, the ref signals the bell! Craig Andrews: Let the game of hot potato begin! Bobby Mills: What an interesting metaphor doctor, now I'm hungry! Spike ignites the spark of the match as he dives in a plunge at Chad right at his ankle with a forearm smash. Evans topples over giving Spike the advantage causing him an opening for a Burning Hell! Kane goes for that ankle like a bear trap but Chad grabs the bottom rope and scoots out of the ring just in time. Spike is frustrated while Calypso goes from waiting on the sidelines to seizing the moment and assaulting Spike from behind just as he is distracted from his anger to Chad on the outside. Spike unfortunately doesn't see it coming and gets nailed with a running knee strike by Calypso, but this doesn't knock him down. His height and size keeps him standing, but it does stagger him. Craig Andrews: That guy is built like mad. Bobby Mills: He represents one of those pissed off spartans on 300 to me, I dunno why. Calypso has a deep urge to knock him on his back, so tries for a big boot to his face after seeing him dazed by the knee. He ducks last second and leg sweeps her forcing her fall to the mat. The referee is in the middle of counting Chad out as he recovers from almost getting his leg snapped. 5...... 6.......... 7.............. Spike looks at Chad then at Calypso and see's another opening for Burning Hell. He jumps on her leg and grasps her ankle in a twist, he locks it in! On the 9 count from the ref Chad returns to the ring and runs at Spike to cancel the maneuver, but Spike releases the hold after seeing Chad re-enter the battlefield and lunges at Evans with a crushing Enziguri! This kicks Chad down right at his nose. Calypso jumps back to her feet after being saved from the hold by Evans, and returns the favor going for a spear to Spike, but with his peripheral vision, Spike see's her running at him and tips the ropes down causing her to fall out of the ring in a thud. Craig Andrews: SPEARS ARE OVERRATED! Bobby Mills: Fools rush in Andrews. Fools...rush....in. Spike guesses Chad was pretty hurt by the Enziguri and pins him. 1....... 2......... FOOT ON ROPE! Spike lets up and shoves Chad's body out of the ring next to Calypso. He remains in the ring taking a few steps back towards the center, then runs and delivers a jumping leg drop over the ropes and lands on both foes! Immediately the ref tells them all to come back to the ring, but their all too dazed from the energy they've used so far to listen. Spike is the first to recover from the landing and brings both participants to their feet by their hair and lines their noggins up with eachother attempting to smash them together like coconuts, but Calypso and Chad could feel this coming, and did a double kick to Spike's gut followed with a double DDT! This collides his forehead to the outside paneling in a cracking slam. Craig Andrews: Nobody home! Bobby Mills: I would call my momma after that. Chad and Calypso then decide to form a sort of team effort as they drag Spike to the top of the ramp, hoping to do the same move, but this time on steel! The ref starts counting them all out. 1...... 2.......... 3............ 4............ When they planted Kane right where they wanted him, Chad and Calypso got him into the same position and taunted at the crowd receiving a small pop. But Spike, with a cunning smile from his throbbing head, punched them both in a closed fist to their guts, and lifted them both like sacks of butter into a double suplex and made them connect harshly with the steel ramp below! Craig Andrews: Revenge can be oh so sweet Mills. Bobby Mills: Hell yes it can. The ref is now in the middle of his count. 6....... 7........... 8.............. Spike slowly begins to stand first on his knees then his feet ready to dash to the ring, but Chad extends an arm and holds his left ankle with great might with Calypso helping with what adrenaline she had. Spike became furious! 9......... 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BELL RINGS! Finally they released their grips on the angered Spike costing him a win. Kane was literally red in the face as he screams at the two of them while they just lay in pain and manage some subtle grins. Spike looked at the crowd barricade to the right of him and hopped over it searching in the mass of people for some kind of weapon to punish the two of them with. He finds a fake UID championship belt that one fan had around his waist, and takes it from him with rage. He then takes one of the chairs from a fan with him as well and jumps back over the barrier finding himself next to the two opponents he had hoped to be victorious against. Craig Andrews: Here we go, object bashing galore once again. Bobby Mills: No surprise here. Spike rolls Chad nearest to Calypso so that their heads were only a few centimeters away from one another and places the steel chair underneath their heads. He then takes the fake belt and kisses it as if it were his own real one. Knowing ofcourse it was not real, he continues his anger and drives the belt to both of their heads like a club. Over, and over, and over, and over again! The steel from the chair ringing to the back of their heads and stinging their skulls with each hit from the belt. The chair and the belt, items of unison and destruction. After a dozen hits Spike chucks the belt back into the crowd and measures his feet a short distance from the bruised and bloody faces of Chad and Calypso. He then jumps in a vaguely high attempt and hits an amazing and airborne leg drop to their necks! The crowd is in a gasp. Craig Andrews: OH MY GOD MILLS! Bobby Mills: Yes? This is god speaking. Spike then laughs hysterically eying the ref from the ramp after his attack and cursing him out under his breath, pointing at him, and then the downed opponents as if comparing the three. The referee looks very much afraid and stands in awe of what occurred. Spike's music then starts as he yells at the crowd hating them all and walks off scene to backstage just as the paramedics began to appear. We fade away. |
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| The Virus | Jun 23 2010, 08:06 PM Post #4 |
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![]() We are backstage, just near the entrance curtains. Standing by, is August Sanders. August Sanders: Ladies and gentlemen. Standing with me, is one of the biggest names in Wrestling today, Kevin Hardaway. Kevin comes up, and is now part of the picture. August turns to him. August Sanders: Wow. It's an honor to talk to the legend himself. First off, how are you this evening? Hardaway: Alright I guess. August Sanders: Now, you have a tag team match with The Prophet, who once tried to take you out, against Chase Jacobson and Jason Rains. Any thoughts? Hardaway: I'm alright now with what Prophet did. Not like it's an uncommon thing. I probably did that alot myself. But yeah. Both Prophet and I have something to prove, and we plan to prove that we are not guys you want to screw around with. August Sanders: Perhaps (flirtatious wink to Kevin). However, it seems that alot of people don't exactly believe that you're worth anything around here. Any comments? Hardaway: Well August...I do have something to say about that. Give me the mic and admire me from afar. I need no interruptions. August does as she is told, giving Kevin the mic, and leaving the camera view. Kevin the sneers, looking directly at the camera. He definitely has something to say. Hardaway: I’ve been doing this...thing, now for about...off the top of my head, since 1998. You know, when EVERYBODY who was a fan of this industry wanted to be apart of this industry. I was one of the many people that stood in line with the rest of them. It was like a row of red shirts just waiting to walk the treadmill into the grinder...and one by one, every single person fell into that grinder and got chopped up like they were meat. Yet, one person...one single, little person from deep within the outskirts of Baltimore, about 10 miles away from the city, at some housing suburb...he decided that he wasn’t like these people. He wanted to be different from the rest of the people that fell before him. He wanted to screw up the system. And screw up the system he did. Kevin takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks somewhat distraught, but determined at the same time. Hardaway: And now here I sit, a shell of the man who once was called “the best in the world” by his peers. The man who once revolutionized a company into the name that you know, those 3 little letters that I hear every single time my name gets heard. The man who once his first World title and made it into something that everybody got behind, whether they loved me or hated me. Man, they hated my freakin’ guts. They wanted Joe Ragnal to rip me from limb to limb. And yet, they didn’t get that. Damn, I’m not even a shell anymore. I’m whatever is less than a shell. Gone is the devious bastard that drowned a girl in beer to piss off somebody else. Gone is the person who thought he could be one of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of shoes. Gone is the hope. I always said, “hope is not lost”. Well...hope has been lost within me for quite awhile now. NO MORE! NO MORE! Kevin shakes his head very fast, and screams in rage, like he's having a spasm of sorts. He even wipes his hair out from his face. Hardaway: I’M TIRED OF ACTING LIKE A GOD DAMNED EMO BITCH! I’m tired of acting like the world’s out to get me, when in all honesty, people just SUCK! I guess all it takes is winning a title that they consider to be nothing but fake, and getting blind sided by your past with a douche haircut and an anger management issue. I have no problem with James Preston at all, but when you issue an open challenge out to anybody, odds are, the person who will challenge either... A.) Hates your guts or B.) Just wants to blow off some steam. I guess I wanted to blow off some steam. Showcase that a person with a fake title is just somebody who doesn’t have the balls to win the real thing. That’s all James Preston was. He wasn’t as great as Zack Crash or Virus or KxN, let alone have the prowess of somebody like D.C., or even me. Yes, I put myself in that conversation. What the hell has he ever done to be put in the same conversation as us? NOTHING! Which is why he made a fake belt. And guess what? I took it away from him. And now it means nothing. Like I said, nothing against the kid, but when he decides that he wants to do something, maybe he’ll think ahead a little more and not come up with something fake. Kevin takes a deep breath, to calm himself down. He shakes off his rage, and continues what he has to say. Hardaway: But I’m moving on from him. Because he’s the least of my worries. See, the reason why I’m done being like I’m a fan of the Twilight series is because of one man. One man who decided that he still has a damned grudge over me after all this time. That freakin’ family has a damned grudge against me. Spike? I’m waiting for an answer. Why do you feel the need to attack me? Do you still have a problem with me? Are you still butthurt that I still own you after all these years? Ever since that day where I turned the tide with you, remember that? The “Best of 5" series. The day that I finally beat you, and made it a series...well, I’ve made it my life. Not once. NOT ONE SINGLE TIME have you beaten me since. Sure, we’ve had no contests, and I’ve driven your ass through a ring once or twice, but you have never pinned me to the mat. Either way, you finally want to finish this once and for all? I’m standing right here. But if You're not gonna follow up...I got bigger things to worry about. Like potentially challenging The Virus or Zack Crash for the title, whoever wins iit. It’s time for a change, UUW. I’m tired of being this second-rate nobody. I want everybody to fear for me. I want everybody to look at me and have that little glimmer of hope washed away. It’s time for a change. Tonight, Jason Rains and Chase Jacobson. Couple weeks from now, who the hell knows. I just feel that aura that I haven’t felt in awhile. I feel like my old self is coming back. That’s frightening for anybody. Who knows, like said, maybe there’ll be a Zack Crash vs. Kevin Hardaway match, or The Virus VS Kevin Hardaway match in the future. You never know. But for now....hope returns tonight. Apologies to you Jason and Chase. Kevin walks away from the camera. The last thing we see of him is a smirk of not so good intention laced in it. He is ready to rock, and his match, is coming right up, after this commercial break. Tag Team Action Chase Jacobson and Jason Rains VS The Prophet and Kevin Hardaway There's an eerie noise as the lights dim down. Suddenly the music picks up and it is clear, the music"Cracks (Flux Pavilion Remix)" by Freestylers. The lights swarm around in a dark yellow flash. Chase comes out with a black unzipped warm-up jacket on, the sleeve hanging down his right shoulder. He kneels down on the stage and looks around with a devious smirk. He slams his hands on the ground and leaps off the ground and marches down the ramp.He eyes the fans with his smirk and then looks at the arena. He charges towards the apron and leaps on it. He looks around and spring over the ropes into a front flip and rolls. Once he lands, he kneels on both his knees. He runs his hand through his hair and then stands up. 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. Jason Cox: There following Tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Introducing first. From the Seven Cities of Virginia. Weighing in at 205 pounds. 'The Prodigy' Chase Jacobson. The crowd stands up anxiously waiting for the next match-up. Suddenly, the lights go off leaving only a hint of light left which is shining at the curtains. If I struggle a lifetime, What would my body be? An empty shell, On what a demon fed. "Self vs. Self by Pendulum featuring In Flames proceeds to play as the lights in the arena goes back on and changing to multitudes of colors such as red, blue, and yellow. After wards, Jason Rains bursts through the curtains to a chorus of boos but surprisingly, a mixture of cheers as well. He stood on the ramp letting all the boos soak in with a slight smirk. He then proceeded down the ramp ignoring the fans despite the obscene gestures. Rains slides into the ring extending his arms out, spinning around in a full circle before holding a fist in the air with the same smirk still on his face. He then took a knee near the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent. Jason Cox: Introducing his tag team partner. From Fresno, California. Weighing in at 225 pounds. Jason Rains! The lights immediately go out now inside the arena. Everybody officially goes ape crazy, because some know who it is, and the rest...well, they like when lights go out. They think it's cool, you know. As the lights are out, spotlights fill the arena, white ones...like lightning as the sound of thunder crackles along the PA system. More spotlights come as more thunder is played along the system. All of a sudden, the chorus of "Not Afraid" by Eminem kicks on the PA system as white smoke fills the entrance ramp. It's to the point where the white spotlights are strobing to the beat of the song. But when the song finally kicks in, the strobelights are going mad as out from the white smoke, is Kevin Hardaway, hoodie on over his ring gear as he gives off a wicked smile to the crowd and walks slowly to the ring. He walks up the ring steps now and perches himself on top of the nearest turnbuckle, as the song reaches fever pitch, pointing his arms to the crowd and then pointing them to himself. He keeps smiling to the crowd as he jumps off and leans against the turnbuckle, looking at whoever's in the ring with him as he takes off his hoodie...ready for battle. Jason Cox: Introducing their Opponents. First, from Baltimore Maryland. Weighing in at 235 pounds. KEVIN HARDAWAY! Billionaire begins to play through out the arena as The Prophet steps onto the stage. He stands on the stage as he looks at the ring and his opponent. He then laughs at his opponent and waves his hand down as a sign that this will be an easy victory. He strolls down the ramp. He finally rolls into the ring ready to start the match. Jason Cox: And Introducing his tag team partner. From The Holy Temple. Weighing in at 235 pounds. THE PROPHET! The Bell Rings. Chase and Prophet start things off. They look at each other, with massive tension between them due to the actions that took place at Extreme Celebrations. They lock up as Chase is able to go behind with a waistlock until Prophet elbows him in the face. The hold is released as Prophet hits a quick clothesline. Chase's head bounces off the mat as Prophet picks him up and hits a couple of forearms. As Chase goes back into the ropes, Prophet tries to follow with a clothesline but Chase sends him over the top rope. Prophet lands on the apron as he springboards back into the ring with a dropkick that sends Chase back down to the canvas. Chase gets back up to his feet as Prophet hits him with another couple of forearms. Chase goes into his corner as Raines tags in. Prophet tags in Kevin, and the 2 fresh competitors are in the ring. Bobby Mills: So far I like what I'm seeing. Craig Andrews: Same here. Everyone in the stands are on their feet as Kevin and Raines get face to face in the middle of the ring as they start to exchange hard forearm strikes. They keep going back and forth as neither of them gets an advantage or backs down. Raines bounces off the ropes as he hits a running forearm. Kevin backs up and does the same. The crowd keeps cheering as the hated rivals gain nothing on one another until they lock up and try to force one another to the corner. It's like a battle of the bulls as their wills won't let them back down at all. They soon break off on the lock up and start going back to pasting each other with forearms until they knock each other down. The crowd stays on their feet and gives them a standing ovation for their opening. Craig Andrews: Wow, that was certainly hard. Bobby Mills: Without a doubt. Kevin and Rains get back up to their feet as Prophet blind tags in on Kevn. Kevin shrugs as Prophet enters the ring, sizing up Rains. The two lock up in the middle of the ring as Prophet quickly puts Rains in an arm wringer before tagging Kevin back into the match. Kevin enters the ring as he kicks Rains in the stomach. Rains backs off before running at Kevin, getting caught with an armdrag. Rains gets back up to give Kevin an armdrag. Kevin rolls into his corner as Prophet blind tags back in. Kevin exits the ring, starting to get mad as Prophet dropkicks Rains to the mat. He gets dragged back up to a vertical base as Prophet puts him back in an arm wringer before tagging in Kevin again. The crowd begins to laugh as Kevin enters the ring again. Bobby Mills: WHAT KIND OF F*KING MADNESS IS THIS!? Craig Andrews: It is a bit bizzare to watch. Rains rolls over to his corner as he tags in Chase. Chase looks amped up as he runs towards Kevin. Much like Rains, he gets caught with an armdrag. Chase gets back up to his feet as he returns the favor. Craig Andrews: Good back and forth action here. Bobby Mills: Almost looks like they're b*tch slapping each other. Kevin gets back up to his feet as both men look to be at a standoff already. The crowd claps for all four thus far here in the early going. Chase and Kevin lock up in the middle of the ring as Chase goes behind with a waistlock until Kevin elbows him a couple of times in the face. Chase backs off a bit as Kevin turns around into a slap from Chase that leads into a headlock. Chase cinches the hold in before flipping Kevin onto the mat. The crowd claps as Chase doesn't look to be relenting anytime soon. Using his strength, Kevin forces Chase to a vertical base before pushing him into the ropes. Chase bounces back as Kevin takes him down with a shoulder tackle. Chase gets back up to his feet as he shakes his head, mad he allowed that to happen. Craig Andrews: Hard shoulder tackle by Kevin there. Bobby Mills: I've seen harder. Craig Andrews: Oh...Really now? Bobby Mills: Shut...up....perverted asshole. Craig Andrews: HAHA! You walked right into that one Mills. Both men go to the corner to tag out as in steps Prophet and Rains again. The two exchange a long glance before Rains extends his arms out for a lock up. Prophet looks happy to do so but once Rains gets close enough, Prophet fires off with a kick to the rib cage. Rains backs away as Prophet is in a fighting stance. Rains takes a moment to think this through before he wants another lock up. Prophet nods his head as he going to try it again but this time, Rains shocks him first with an elbow to the face, then a second and then a third. With Prophet a little woozy, Rains bounces off the ropes and hits a rolling elbow! The crowd cheers as Prophet staggers on his feet as Rains grabs his head, looking for the FUN Drop. Once he runs to the corner, Prophet pushes him off as he then leaps up in the air and hits an enziguri to the back of Rains's head! Craig Andrews: Ouch. Bobby Mills: Yep. The crowd claps as Prophet pulls Rains towards his corner before tagging in Kevin. Kevin enters the ring as he stomps on Rains before lifting him back up. Rains is able to get a knee lifted into the gut of Kevin before hitting him with a DDT. Rains pulls Kevin into his corner before tagging in Chase. Chase enters the ring, stomping on Kevin. Chase lifts up Kevin only to get an elbow to the face followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Kevin doesn't drag Chase over but instead picks him up and dropkicks him back down to the mat. Craig Andrews: Looks like Kevin broke that cycle. Bobby Mills: Yeah. Chase holds his head as Kevin covers. One! Two!! Rains breaks up the count as Kevin tags in Prophet. Prophet enters the ring as he puts Chase in a sitting position before rearing back and kicking him as hard as he possibly can right in the back. The impact sends shockwaves through Chase's body as Prophet does it a second time. Chase crawls over and tags in Rains who enters the ring and sprints towards Prophet, catching him off guard with a leg lariat. Rains drops down for a cover. One! Two!! Kevin breaks it up. Prophet rolls out of the ring as Rains points to his elbow, possible signaling for an elbow suicidia! The crowd begins to clap as Rains bounces up and down as Prophet gets up at ringside, Mesias checking on him. Rains flies through the middle rope, wiping them both out! The crowd cheers for the high flying move as Kevin gets into the ring, declaring himself the legal man. Rules suck so the ref allows it. Bobby Mills: Nice dive by Jason Rains. Craig Andrews: But did he really have to hit Mesias too though? Bobby Mills: Of course. Rains rolls back into the ring to get a dropkick from Kevin who then begins to pound away at his face. The crowd is watching as Kevin picks Rains back up and drops him with a DDT. A cover follows of course. One... Two... KICKOUT! Kevin doesn't believe it. But instead of wallowing about it, he picks up Rains, and goes to Irish Whip him. But Rains counters, and whips Kevin into Prophet, before delivering a dropkick to Kevin, knocking off Prophet. Rains then tags in Chase, and Chase is able to capitalize on Kevin's groggy state, hitting the END Game. Cover One... Two... THREE!!! DING DING DING! Jason Cox: Here are your winners. Jason Rains and Chase Jacobson! Fade to commercial. |
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| The Virus | Jun 23 2010, 08:08 PM Post #5 |
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![]() The ring has been set up like a talk show. A large big screen TV hangs in the background, with two comfortable looking armchairs on either side of it inside the ring. The ring mat is covered by what looks like gold and brown camo. Suddenly, "My Curse" blairs through the arena, causing the fans to go into a frenzy as ERIC DERF walks onto the stage. Dressed in jeans and a full print T-Shirt, he soaks up the cheers at the top of the ramp before walking towards the ring, high fiving fans along the way. He reachs the ring and picks up a mic off one of the chairs. YO, What is up everyone! The fans erupt even louder then moments ago. Everyone is excited to see Derf again. It's been WAY to long since this Canuck-Fuck has been in a wrestling ring, and I don't plan on disapointing anyone. See, what I got planned tonight is special. Tonight, LIVE for all of you fans, is a LIVE edition of The Hot Topic! And my guest tonight, well I'm sure most of you know the man I'm about to call out. It's the same man that asked me to call him out at Extreme Celebrations, the NEWEST member of the UUW Roster, give it up, for PETER KAYMAKCIAN! "I made it" hits the speakers as the lights go dark. A single spotlight begins hovering across the crowd before settling near the top of the stands Peter Kaymakcian stands with his arms raised high, soaking up the fans reaction. Eventually he makes his way through the mass of fans around him before getting to the baracade and hopping it. He climbs into the ring as Eric Derf is also clapping for his return. Finally, the music stops, and shortly after the fans die down long enough for the interview to begin. So, Peter, first of all, Welcome to UUW. I'm sure these fans are all excited to see you compete, but I do got a few questions. First off, why call me out? You know exactly why Derf. You are the man with the best show on UUW. If you want to get your name out there you come here. In your second show you had former UUW Champion Virus on and now you have a future legend in Peter Kaymakcian. Plus I know that only you would have the balls to ask me all of the tough questions that needed to be answered. I meant you know disrespect in calling you out at Extreme Celebrations. I just needed to get your attention. Well that's all fine and dandy, everyone needs to make an impression once in a while. But it's gonna take more then calling out a talk show host to make that impression. What else do you plan on doing to make an impression here? How do you plan to start your path to that "future legend" thingy you were talkin' bout earlier? My statement will be made once I get a contract. In case you haven't heard my little unannounced showing made UUW President Tanner Lawson angry at me. So he had me arrested and carted off to prison for the next twenty-four hours. Also what do you mean by my path to becoming a future legend? I am five time world champion, a nine time tag team champion, a Canadian Champion, an Extreme Champion just between two companies. Plus I was the final IWC National Champion. I think my resume speaks for itself Derf. I must not have gotten your resume in the fax, my bad. And if you had no contract last time, you sure got quite a set to be coming back out here tonight without one this time either. Come on, you know me Derf. I am not one to follow rules very well, but I will tell you that tonight there is no way that Lawson can't mess with me. After my arrest the UUW Board of Directors and me struck a deal for a future contract at the next pay-per-view. So what your saying is, as a rule breaker, the board has decided to give you a contract, but not for a few more weeks. Kinda weird, but I don't make decisions like that for a reason. But there is one question I'm sure everyone is wondering. Why debut now? What made you decide that this was the best time? Why not sooner? Why not later? I chose to debut now because no one expected it. If I joined in at the beginning I would've been just like everyone else. No one suspected me to make a comeback now. If I debuted a little bit later I would've gone insane. I needed to get back in this ring with all of these fans. I live off of their applause, off of their boos, off of the rush you get when you make your opponent tap, or hearing that one, two, three for the victory. That is why now was the right time. Derf nods in agreement, but Peter isn't done talking yet. I'm surprised you haven't asked me about my deal yet? Your deal? Well now that you bring it up... You see the UUW Board of Directors love money and what better way to make money then to have an ace in the hole to guarantee yourself a great pay-per-view. So they contacted me about wrestling at the next pay-per-view where if I win I get a UUW deal, but if I lose I am to never step foot inside of a UUW ring again. I told them on two conditions. One I name my opponent and two I name the match type. They said done and now I got a shot to further my legacy in this business. Yeah, but who's to say that legacy would be a good one? Face it, we're all mortals, and not all of us win. What happens if your plan backfires, and you lose? A few boo's come from the audience at the mear thought of Peter losing his debut match. These fans are into this bigtime. Look if I lose, I lose. There are plenty of other company's to wrestle for. I only tried to come back to UUW to mentor the Prophet and to have a proper retirement match. Unlike Sinc though I don't want my first match in UUW to be my last match. Huh, sort of a weird way to look at things... But you mention the Prophet. Do you two have some sort of connection we don't know about? Mesias hired me to train the Prophet and look out for him. However I had my own plans. No decent wrestling company would give me a shot after my firing from MWE for my personal demons. So I decided to take Mesias up on his offer in order to get a way into UUW. However after these past few weeks the kid has grown on me. Well isn't that a touching story? Kidding, kidding, but in all seriousness, after what happened to Prophet at Extreme Celebrations, do you have anything to say about the visious attack? He needed to learn about the business. The kid has loads of potential. You even said that yourself. He is the last remaining member of the UUW Roster to be undefeated. But he has this attitude about him that he can't be touched. Well hopefully Jacobson and Rains beat it into him. Also all of those rumors about my boy leaving UUW with his tail between his legs is wrong. Dead wrong. Trust me when I say that Jacobson and Rains better pray that K-Hard doesn't tag in the Prophet because he will make examples out of them. That is how I trained him and now UUW has to deal with him. Derf goes to speak again, but Peter puts his hand up, quickly cutting Derf off. Now Derf quick question for you, if that is okay? A pop from the crowd at the turn of events as Derf looks out to them with a quirky curious look on his face. Oh, now you're interviewing me? This is fun! What's up? Why did you retire? Come on, can you please tell me why you chose your retirement match to be a tag team match? Come on, that isn't the Eric Derf that I used to joke around with on the road. Sinc and I got back on the saddle because both of us didn't want our careers to die with MWE. Why did you choose to let yours die with it, in a tag team match of all matches? A hush has come over the crowd. This has been a topic on the minds of many lately, and finally answers could be served out. Oh wow, heavy question. Look, I never choose to retire in a tag team match. I was red hot in MWE, I had the MITB contract, and what most people don't realize is, I was TWO WEEKS from cashing that baby in. I was waiting for my one year anniversary, and I almost made it. But MWE folded, we all know how that did. And to be honest, in the months that passed, I took some personal time. I never planned on retiring, but I have a family now. I got a baby on the way. I gotta keep myself healthy, in good shape. That is why I retired from the ring. It's a shame my legacy ended the way it did, but there is only so much a man can do- Man, who's asking the questions here?! Alright fine we can go back to our normal roles now for an interview. I see in your eyes that you have one more question for me. So shoot Derf, don't hold back on me now. Well yeah, there is one more question. You mentioned you get to pick the stip and opponent for your return match. Can you maybe indulge a bit who ya want to face? Give us a preview? Well lets just say I have a few unresolved issues with how I ended my career in MWE, so maybe I might pick one of my former MWE wrestlers? Or maybe I pick Lawson for what he did to me at the pay-per-view? Maybe I show two rookies how we used to do it in MWE? Maybe I let the fans decided? I promise you Derf that by the end of the night everyone will know who my choice is. Peter drops the mic as his music hits. He turns to leave the ring when his music suddenly stops, and Tanner Lawson of all people is standing at the top of the stage, staring a hole into Kaymakcian. Peter, you seem to be missing the big picture. You might be able to fight for a contract at the PPV, but until then, you have absolutly no business in my ring. Security, escort that man out of my building! A group of security guards appear from behind Lawson and begin walking down the ramp. Derf has bailed to ringside to avoid confrontation while Peter stands in the ring, eargly awaiting the guards. But as soon as they hit the ring, the lights go out for a few moments. When the return, the ring is full of security guards, but Peter Kaymakcian is nowheres to be seen. The cameras cut out to a strange video. 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