Horizons XII

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Welcome to Chicago, and welcome to Horizons!

Covert Jay: HUTTAH!

Lieberjosch: Stacked card tonight, eight big matches, so much going on, we're going to have to have two of those matches at the same time!

Vinegar: The stakes couldn't be higher, we've got three titles on the line, careers on the line, blood feuds, it's going to be a fantastic night of UGWC action!

Covert Jay: Let's do it!

Vinegar: Our opening match is an...odd one.

Lieberjosch: That’s the polite way of putting it. We have MIss No Show against Mr. No Glow.

Vinegar: “Mr. No Glow?”

Lieberjosch: Yes, Nicholas. There’s been no glow on his career so far. All he does is lose.

Vinegar: If you’re going to limit what he’s done here to “wins” and “losses”, it’s easy to say that.

Lieberjosch: What else is there?

Vinegar: He’s a rare commodity in modern pro-wrestling. He’s a man of principle.

Lieberjosch: He’s boring.

Covert Jay: Wait...you called him “Mr. No Glow”. Doesn’t ice glow?

Lieberjosch: What?

Covert Jay: He calls himself “The Iceman”. Doesn’t ice glow?

Lieberjosch: What? No. Of course not.

Covert Jay: I see lights coming from ice all the time.

Vinegar: You worry me sometimes.

Lieberjosch: He’s astoundingly stupid. Jay, those are reflections, not glowing.

Covert Jay: Are you sure? I’m pretty sure it glows. Maybe Raab has superpowers and he’ll blind Salvatore.

Lieberjosch: I don’t foresee that happening, even IF she bothers to show up.

Vinegar: In fairness, there were reasons she was not herself.

Lieberjosch: “Not herself”? We don’t know who she is. Maybe this IS who she is.

Vinegar: I doubt it and tonight she has a chance to prove it.

Covert Jay: I don’t see how beating Raab proves she’s something.

Lieberjosch: Showing up would prove that she exists.

Vinegar: I don’t think you’re being fair.

Lieberjosch: She has a chance tonight to prove how “fair” I’m being.

Vinegar: And now’s the time, because here’s Mitchell Dennis with the ring introductions.

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the OPENING match of HORIZONS TWO-THOUSAND AND EIGHTEEN!!! This match is for ONE FALL...introducing FIRST...

Candy by Cameo begins to blast across the sound system. As it does Maria comes out wearing her Maria Hearts Maleek leather jacket. She smiles as she slaps the hands of the fans that are cheering her on. Maleek comes out beside her as he begins to stare at his wife from behind. She can’t stop smiling as she immediately runs her way to the ring and slides right inside. She makes it to her feet and runs to the top of the turnbuckle holding her arm proudly in the air. As she continues to flip off the fans.

Mitchell: She hails from Florence, Italy and stands in tonight at five-feet, six inches and one hundred and twenty-five pounds…ladies and gentlemen she is MARIA SALVATORRRRRE!!!

Vinegar: She’s charming.

Lieberjosch: I sort of like her.

Vinegar: You would.

Lieberjosch: The fans are insipid fools and she’s letting them know that she knows it. I find her honesty refreshing.

Covert Jay: Speaking of “refreshing”, do either of you guys want a beer? I’m going to go get one from concessions.

Lieberjosch: No. We’re at our end of the year pay-per-view. Could you at least attempt to be professional for five seconds?

Covert Jay: I was just trying to be friendly.

Vinegar: Thank you, but we’re good. Can you wait until the end of the show?

Covert Jay: I guess.

Vinegar: Thanks. Let’s go back to Mitchell.

Mitchell: And her opponent...

Cold as Ice by M.O.P plays over the sound system as Konrad comes out through the curtain just wearing his blue and white mask with white hair along with his wrestling trousers with his nickname The Iceman on the front of them with Pit Bull Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands with a side cross necklace on his neck.

Mitchell Dennis: “From Cologne, Germany, he is The Iceman, Konrad Raab!”

He then high fives the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone cheers him as he gets down from the turnbuckle and does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at Maria as he waits for the match to start.

Vinegar: Raab looks focused. He’s itching for a win and he has to be the favorite tonight.

Lieberjosch: That’s sort of like choosing a preference between a migraine and amnesia.

Covert Jay: I don’t get it.

Lieberjosch: Of course you don’t. You’re an idiot.

Vinegar: I admit that I’m with Jay. It’s not one of your smoother comparisons.

Lieberjosch: But you DO understand it.

Vinegar: Yes, but it’s not a very good one. Regardless, Raab needs a win and this is the best chance that he’s had at one in a while.

Lieberjosch: Well, it’s not like he’s facing a former World Champion.

Vinegar: He’s held his own fairly well against the former World Champions he’s faced.

Lieberjosch: They’re professionals. They know that making him look good makes them look good.

Vinegar: The sad thing about that statement is that there’s a certain amount of truth to it, even if you mean it as an insult.
Lieberjosch: You’re welcome.

Covert Jay: The current World Champion won’t like you stealing his line.

Lieberjosch: I’m sure that Mr. Wallace will not mind one of my genius promoting his catchphrase.

Vinegar: It’s not like he made the phrase up.

Lieberjosch: He makes it special.

Vinegar: Your ability to kiss ass never fails to amaze me.

Lieberjosch: It’s a gift.

Vinegar: That’s one way of looking at it. There’s the bell and Horizons 2018 has officially started!

Covert Jay: Salvatore is at a severe disadvantage in height and weight.

Lieberjosch: Or Raab could bore her to death.

Vinegar: Really, Hans? Listen, Raab hasn’t had the easiest time here, but it’s not due to a lack of effort.

Lieberjosch: Yeah, it’s due to a lack of results.

Vinegar: Insightful, as always.

Lieberjosch: I know. I’m a genius.

Vinegar: You’re something, alright.

Covert Jay: There’s the bell!

Vinegar: Raab and Salvatore advance on each other in center ring…

Covert Jay: Ok...that was a loud “hello”.

Lieberjosch: A slap in the face might mean “hello” in the circles you run in...

Covert Jay: Sometimes...

Lieberjosch: Please, don’t elaborate.

Vinegar: The problem for Salvatore is that it didn’t appear to hurt him.

Lieberjosch: Well, at least he didn’t smile at her.

Vinegar: No, he had...no reaction to it. What does smiling or not smiling have to do with it?

Lieberjosch: We know he doesn’t run in the same circles as Jay.

Vinegar: Touche. Salvatore looks genuinely annoyed that he didn’t seem to care. She winds up and goes for another slap.

Lieberjosch: That one didn’t work out so well.

Vinegar: Raab grabs her arm, twists her around and tosses her over onto her head with a release German suplex. She bounces off of the mat and comes up back forth against the corner. Raab charges at her and starts to throwing a series of boxing style strikes at her. She tries to defend herself, but his hands are too fast for her.

Lieberjosch: I will admit, he does throw hands like a pro.

Covert Jay: I said that to my last date.

Lieberjosch: TMI, Jay.

Vinegar: Yeah, definite sharing violation. Back in the ring, Raab finishes his flurry of punches to the body with a nasty looking European uppercut that sends Maria sprawling from the corner. He takes a few steps back as Glenn checks on her. Glenn nods at Raab that she’s OK and he goes back on the attack by dropping an elbow into her chest.

Lieberjosch: That was some thud.

Covert Jay: She’s solid. Jay likes.

Vinegar: You sincerely worry me sometimes, Jay.

Lieberjosch: You’re only starting to worry about him now?

Vinegar: Point taken. Back in the ring, Raab pulls Salvatore to her feet, shoots her off of the ropes…

Covert Jay: Air Salvatore!

Lieberjosch: Do you ever get tired of that joke?

Covert Jay: Why would I? It’s funny.

Lieberjosch: Nothing you’ve ever said has been funny.

Vinegar: Maria crashes to the mat back first and rolls from the ring. Raab walks over to the ropes and rolls out after her. He leans over to pull her up by her head but she grabs him by the waist and yanks him face first into the ring steps.

Lieberjosch: I’m impressed that she got that much momentum behind it after being dropped on her head and being treated like a punching bag.

Covert Jay: A cute punching bag.

Vinegar: You’re starting to creep me out, Jay.

Lieberjosch: Me too and I normally think you’re creepy.

Vinegar: Salvatore pulls Raab up and drops him face first back into the stairs then rolls back into the ring to break Glenn’s count.

Lieberjosch: It’s a good thing too. He was up to seven.

Vinegar: Salvatore rolls back into the ring and gets to her feet. I can’t believe that she’s doing this!

Lieberjosch: She appears to be going for a count out victory.

Covert Jay: Hot and smart.

Vinegar: Please stop. It really is creepy at this point.

Lieberjosch: I think I’m going to need a shower after this...or at least a strong drink.

Vinegar: I might join you. Speaking of Salvatore, she continues to badger Glenn, but every time she does he stops the count.

Covert Jay: It’s not the greatest strategy, especially for someone who never wins.

Lieberjosch: Neither of them ever wins.

Vinegar: That’s not true. Raab has won before.

Lieberjosch: Are you sure?

Vinegar: Yes.

Lieberjosch: I’ll drop it for now.

Vinegar: Thanks. Raab rolls back into the ring as Glenn reaches five for what’s the fourth time.

Lieberjosch: Is it? I lost count with the number of times she’s interrupted him.

VInegar: Raab gets back to his feet and she takes him down with a spinning heel which staggers him.

Lieberjosch: He’s still standing.

Covert Jay: After all this time!

Lieberjosch: Did you just belt out Elton John?

Vinegar: It sounded that way.

Lieberjosch: He’s really starting to bug me now.

Vinegar: Ignore him. Inside the ring, Salvatore drops an elbow into the back of Raab’s neck. She pops back up and drops a second one, then pulls him up and connects with a neckbreaker.

Lieberjosch: She’s weakening his neck. That helps a little, but she’s going to have to focus on his shoulders more than his neck.

Vinegar: Salvatore stands up and stomps on the back of his right shoulder, then leaps over him and stomps on his left. He yells in pain and stands up, but gets drop kicked in between the shoulders. He stumbles into the corner and slams chest first into it. She slams him in the back with another dropkick that drives him back into the corner again, then leaps into him and slams a forearm between his shoulders.

Lieberjosch: This is the most offense she’s managed. How soon until she sabotages herself?

Vinegar: What makes you think that she will?

Lieberjosch: History?

Vinegar: She’s had what, three, four matches? That’s hardly an extensive history.

Lieberjosch: It’s enough of one.

Vinegar: Maria takes a few steps back and waits for him. He stumbles out of the corner and she leaps up onto the turnbuckle, flies off and plants him face first with a Tornado DDT. She leaps onto him for a cover, but only gets a one count before Raab kicks out.

Lieberjosch: Progress. She actually got a pinfall attempt.

Covert Jay: She can..

Lieberjosch: Stop. No more. Enough.

Vinegar: Maria goes to lock Raab in “Sleeping With da Fishes”, but Raab pushes himself up to his knees.

Lieberjosch: He’s standing up with her on his back.

Covert Jay: She’s not very big.

Vinegar: Raab stands up and staggers forward a few steps.

Lieberjosch: Flattening her is one way to get her off his back.

Covert Jay: Or onto

Lieberjosch: No, Jay. Just...no.

Vinegar: We’re back to a level playing field again. The first one up could end up being our winner.

Lieberjosch: I give the edge to Raab. He made a smart use of his body weight that Maria might have a hard time recovering from.

Covert Jay: RAAB SMASH!!

Lieberjosch: You’re an imbecile.

Vinegar: Glenn has started the count.

Lieberjosch: Raab is already stirring while Maria hasn’t flinched.

Covert Jay: Glenn is up to four.

Lieberjosch: I know. I can count and the idiots in the audience are counting along with him.

Vinegar: They paid their money to see this and this is one way that they enjoy the show.

Lieberjosch: Plebeians.

Vinegar: You sound like “Vain”.

Lieberjosch: I take that as a compliment.

Vinegar: Of course you do. Regardless, Glenn is up to seven and Raab is gotten to his feet. He looks behind him at Maria, who’s still down. It looks to me like his upper back is bothering him a bit.

Lieberjosch: He did ascend the turnbuckle somewhat gingerly.

Vinegar: He did, but he still got up there.

Lieberjosch: He’d better hurry. Little Miss “Fuck Raab” is moving.

Covert Jay: Lufthansa!

Lieberjosch: Seriously?

Vinegar: That was a cleverer joke than he usually manages.

Lieberjosch: True.

Vinegar: Frogsplash! Raab got all of that one!

Lieberjosch: I’d say that Maria got all of it.

Covert Jay: Giggity.

Lieberjosch: Shut it.

Vinegar: Raab pops back to his feet and immediately flips Maria over into a Sharpshooter.

Lieberjosch: Perhaps the frog splash was a bad idea. It may have exacerbated his sore back.

Vinegar: I agree, Hans. If that’s true, this change in strategy makes a lot of sense. To me it implies that he’s going for his ankle lock to win.

Lieberjosch: I agree and thought I don’t often find him to be worthy of acclimation, this time I think it’s appropriate.
Covert Jay: Doctor says what?

Vinegar: He likes what Raab is doing by weakening her back and legs.

Lieberjosch: Nice summation, Nicholas. It appears to me as if the move won’t draw a submission out of her, but it is doing damage.

Vinegar: Yes. She’s clearly in a lot of pain right now.

Lieberjosch: She’s also close to the ropes. She showed good ring awareness by rolling near them before the frogsplash.

Vinegar: She’s reaching out for them...

Covert Jay: She’s got them!

Vinegar: Glenn lets Raab know and he releases the hold. Glenn’s checking on her to see if she can continue.

Lieberjosch: If Raab was smart, he’d stay on her. He has her right where he wants her.

Covert Jay: I’d be happy to stay..

Lieberjosch: Don’t.

Covert Jay: I was going to say “I’d be happy to stay here if one of you guys wanted to get a snack”.

Lieberjosch: You weren’t going to say that.

Covert Jay: You don’t know that.

Lieberjosch: Yes, I do.

Vinegar: Glenn tells Raab that Maria is OK and he goes right back on the attack. He grabs her, lifts her up and brings her down into a shin breaker.

Lieberjosch: Smart move. He’s on the cusp of winning and if his back is bothering him, he needs to weaken her otherwise, especially if he’s going for the ankle-lock.

Vinegar: Raab connects with another shin breaker, then drops a knee onto the side of her foot. Maria yells out and yells something...colorful...at him.

Lieberjosch: A real charmer, that one.

Vinegar: Indeed. Raab drops down and locks in “The Ice Lock”. Maria screams in pain, but refuses to submit.

Covert Jay: I don’t think he’s weakened her ankle enough for that to work.

Lieberjosch: You could have stopped at “think”, although for once I agree with you. It could be that he’s using it to weaken her instead of beat her right now.

Vinegar: She pulls herself towards the ropes and eventually gets to them. Raab lets her go and backs off when Glenn tells him to. Maria slowly pulls herself to her feet and stumbles out of the corner.

Lieberjosch: The ankle lock seems to have had the desired effect.

Vinegar: She limps to center ring, stops and…

Covert Jay: One fingered salute!

Lieberjosch: Classy.

Vinegar: Raab glares at her and barks at her about “respect”. She laughs at him and dares him to charge her. He obliges and she tries to grab him. Raab ducks, bounces off of the ropes, springs off and flattens her with a well placed dropkick to the foot. Maria drops to the mat and Raab pulls her up and throws her across the ring with a release German Suplex.

Lieberjosch: I have to give her credit, she almost landed on her feet somehow.

Vinegar: She did land on her feet.

Lieberjosch: But she didn’t stay on her feet. The second that she landed, her ankle crumpled under her.

Vinegar: Yes. It might have been better for her to take the back bump. Trying to land on her feet only appears to have helped Raab.

Covert Jay: It doesn’t look like she can get back up. She might have twisted her ankle when she landed.

Lieberjosch: I would have to agree.

Vinegar: Yup. If you look right here...she landed badly and clearly twisted her ankle a bit when she landed. If Raab locks in “The Ice Lock”, he can put her away.

Lieberjosch: I concur.

Vinegar: She pulls herself up in her corner, tries to walk out and drops to her knees as Raab explodes out of the other side of the ring. She stands up...

Covert Jay: SPEAR! I wonder why he doesn’t call that something catchy, like “The Icepick”.

Lieberjosch: Maybe he didn’t want to stretch the bounds of cliche.

Vinegar: The impact nearly knocked Maria from the ring.

Lieberjosch: Unfortunately for Maria, it didn’t. That might have been to her advantage.

Vinegar: Raab sees her crumpled on the mat and gestures that he’s going for “The Ice Lock” again. He walks up to Maria, grabs her ankle and locks the hold in.

Lieberjosch: She looked unconscious until that moment.

Covert Jay: She looks pretty awake now.

Vinegar: Glenn drops to the mat and asks her if she wants to submit. She grabs her head and screams in pain, but refuses to submit.

Lieberjosch: Foolish.

Vinegar: Her hand goes up and hovers in the air for a few seconds…

Covert Jay: She has nowhere to go!

Vinegar: None at all! She’s trapped!

DING DING DING!!

Vinegar: There’s thel bell! Maria tapped! Konrad Raab wins!!

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, your WINNER by means of a SUBMISSION….”THE ICEMAN” KON-RAD RAAAAAAAAAAAAB!!!!!


Konrad Raab - 6.12

Maria Salvatore - 3.52

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: We continue here at Horizons with what is sure to be a thrilling match for the Chaos Championship!

Covert Jay: It’s time for CARNAGE!

Lieberjosch: What are the rules to this again?

Covert Jay: In the initial Qualifying Round, the four challengers will compete with rotating gimmicks to score points. At any given time, the match will either be under Melee Rules, you score by throwing somebody over the top rope with both feet hitting the floor, Table Rules, score by putting somebody through a table, or Submission Rules, score points by making somebody tap out. At any given time, regardless of the current rules, you can score a point with a First Blood Bonus, if you make somebody bleed for the first time in the match. The top two scores at the end of the Qualifying Round will advance.

Vinegar: Then we progress to the Elimination Round.

Covert Jay: Bordy joins the match as the defending champion at this point, this round is fought under Sadistic Madness rules. The first person to be pinned or forced to submit will be eliminated, but you can’t be eliminated until you are bleeding.

Vinegar: And the final two competitors compete in the final round.

Covert Jay: That’s right, a Steel Cage Match, and the winner will be the Chaos Champion.

Lieberjosch: Certainly all sounds very intense.

Covert Jay: Sounds like maximum carnage.

The stage pyros explode as the music first hits, and as it softens Travis Pierce emerges from backstage and makes his way to the ring.

Dennis: The following contest is a CARNAGE MATCH for the Chaos Championship! Introducing first, the Icon of Entertainment, TRRRAVVISSS PIEERRRCCCCEEEEE!!!

Vinegar: Pierce had an impressive reign as Chaos Champion just a few months ago, losing to the current champion.

Covert Jay: If Pierce wins tonight, he will become the all-time longest holder of the championship, so there’s a lot on the line for him tonight. Horizons is certainly the place for that sort of achievement.

The opening strums of "Beat the Devil's Tattoo" begin to blare as the strobes pulse with the beat. Once the lyrics begin, Dave Rydell steps out onto the stage, with his half of the UGWC Co-Operative Championship slung over his right shoulder. He glares out into the UGWC Universe before sauntering down the ramp to the ring. Dave removes the belt from his shoulder and tosses it into the ring. He rolls into the ring and removes his shirt, throwing it to ringside. He grabs his belt and hoists it up, showing the UGWC Universe his spoils of war.

Dennis: One half the Cooperative Champions, the Virus of Life, DAVE RYYYDEELLLLLLL!!!!

Vinegar: Rydell’s surprising alliance with Angelica Vaughn has led to quite the resurgence for him, as they have proven to be dominant champions.

Lieberjosch: Notable victories over Team Kickass, #ClearConnection, last week over Vain and Kem, we might just be looking at the next great cooperative team in history.

As "Paparazzi" by Lady GaGa plays, purple strobe lighting pulsates through the arena. Roxy makes the crowd wait a few eager moments before emerging from behind the entrance curtain wit her statuesque bodyguard Maxine just behind her, looming.

Taking a second to stand at the top of the entrance ramp, Roxy pulls her Gucci sunglasses down her nose enough to look over them and around at the rowdy crowd. She leans over at the waist with her hand on her hip, exaggeratedly looking from left to right and then back again before standing up straight and strutting toward the ring, blowing kisses to everyone around her along the way.

As she walks toward the ring and the purple strobe lights continue to swirl through the air, fans reach over the barricade attempting to touch her, but she deftly avoids any contact from them and shoots dirty looks at the ones who get closest. Once in the ring, she makes a slow, deliberate show of removing her various jewelry and sunglasses, handing them off the the referee as if she were tossing her keys to a valet driver. Roxy makes her way to her corner,tossing her hair back over her shoulders and soaking in all the flash bulbs popping around her.

Dennis: The Peroxide Princess, ROXXXY COTTTTTONNNNNN!!!!!

Vinegar: Roxy Cotton was a Cooperative Champion earlier in the year, looking to capture the second championship of her UGWC career here tonight!

Lieberjosch: She is a very bright young talent, I predict that one day she will be collecting championships the same way she collects BitchCoins.

Phrixus Deimos emerges from backstage and slinks down the ramp to the ring.

Dennis: The Embodiment of Fear, PHRIXXUSSS DEEEIIIMOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!

Vinegar: This could be a very big night for Deimos, a win for him would make him a Grand Slam Champion!

Lieberjosch: He’d have to actually get a win at Horizons though, that’s not really his thing.

Richard Vaughn, dressed in a pompous attire of puffy reds and blacks, and wearing a foppy hat, walks out onto the entrance ramp and cries out for all to hear:

“ALL RISE FOR THE QUEEN OF RED'S PROCESSIONAL! ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!”

As the audience is encouraged to stand, a fanfare of trumpets begins “The March of the Queen of Red.” Two lines of men wearing black uniforms with silver pins march down the aisle until the path is filled, then turn to face one another and salute with fists punched to chests. Four large men, with arms bare to show oiled muscles, carry a chair covered in silk. The Queen of Red sits on the chair wearing a robe of red with silver slashes up and down the lengths of her arms. Le Bord de Dieu wears a white mask on her face and her hair is pulled back in an elaborate braid. They are followed by a four-member team of colorguard, two carrying large poles with the flag of Lacklanland, the Purple Fist on a field of black, one with a snare drum slung over a shoulder keeping time, a third carrying The Knocker, the famed maul of the nation’s founder.

Their procession is painfully slow, forcing every set of eyes to follow them, and each set of soldiers bows low as the Queen of Red’s chair passes by. Once at ringside, she is lifted out of her chair by her strong chairmen and helped into the ring, and is followed the rest of her retinue. Once everyone is in side, Richard Vaughn cries out again:

“THE QUEEN OF RED REQUESTS THAT ALL RISE FOR THE PLAYING OF THE LACKLANLAND NATION ANTHEM!”

The soldiers all slam fists to chests as the color guard raise the colors of Lacklanand. Le Bord de Dieu stands proudly, her head turned up just above the view of the horizon, as a very distinct instrumental begins to play on the P.A. and a youthful voice with a Londoner accent sings:

O Lacklanland!

Our home and annexed land!

True subjection the Queen of Red command

With glowing fires we see you rise

The true Champion of Chaos!

From far and wide

O Lacklanland, we raise our fists for thee

God keep our Queen, beautiful and free

O Lacklanland, we raise our fists for thee!

O Lacklanland, we raise our fists for thee!

The guards then take an insanely long amount of time removing the elaborate robe from Le Bord de Dieu as the soldiers and honor guard make their exit.

Dennis: She is the reigning AND defending Chaos Champion, the Queen of Red, LE BORD DE DIIIIEEEUUUU!!!!

Vinegar: Le Bord de Dieu will not be in this match initially, she will begin competing during the Elimination Round, and it looks like she is about to join us here!

Lieberjosch: Hello, my queen!

Bordy: Vous êtes tous les trois des abrutis, pensa que le ninja m'intriguait de manière maniaque.

Covert Jay: The French table is around here somewhere.

Bordy: La table français est ici en ce moment, imbécile.

DING DING!!

Vinegar: Match underway, starting with Melee Rules, Rydell going right after Deimos, Cotton grappling with Pierce.

Lieberjosch: Rydell wasting no time, he pivots and hurls Deimos over the ropes to ringside!

Vinegar: Quick point for Dave Rydell, as Roxy Cotton is trying to force Pierce out.

Covert Jay: Rydell dumps them both!

Vinegar: Cotton lands at ringside, Pierce manages to land on the apron, Rydell appears to think he got both of them.

Lieberjosch: Keep in mind you’re not eliminated if you’re thrown out, someone just earns a point.

Bordy: Les corps volent, mais ils sont tous destinés à planter d'une façon ou d'une autre.

Vinegar: Rydell celebrating his early success, Pierce back in the ring, grabs him from behind and tosses him out!

Lieberjosch: Points coming fast and furious in the opening minute, Deimos back in the ring, exchanging blows with Pierce, Deimos ducks under a clothesline and lifts Pierce into the Numbing!

Vinegar: Deimos picks Pierce up off the mat, tosses him out of the ring!

Covert Jay: BUZZZZZ!!!!

Vinegar: Active stipulation has rotated, Hazel East is signaling that it happened before Pierce hit the ground, no point there for Deimos, let’s take a quick look at the scoreboard.

Dave Rydell - 2
Phrixus Deimos - 0
Roxy Cotton - 0
Travis Pierce - 1

Vinegar: If the qualifying round ended right now, Rydell and Pierce would advance, Deimos and Cotton would be eliminated, but we still have time for them to make a comeback, as points can now be scored via submission.

Covert Jay: Roxy into the ring, takes Fear down with a drop toe hold, puts him into the DTF!

Vinegar: Deimos taps immediately!

Lieberjosch: And that is smart strategy on the part of the veteran, tapping immediately gives Roxy a point, sure, but it also spares Deimos the pain and damage he would have suffered in the hold, giving himself a better chance to make a comeback!

Bordy: Il a peut-être évité cette douleur, mais il y a encore beaucoup à venir une fois que la Reine aura son tour.

Vinegar: Pierce reaches in and pulls Deimos out under the bottom rope, Rydell back into the ring, but he gets taken down by a drop toe hold as well, and now Cotton has him in the DTF!

Bordy: Mais bien sûr, la femme est toujours à la baise.

Covert Jay: Sou tab sa a nou pa pale vye koze!

Lieberjosch: You’re both giving me a headache.

Vinegar: It’s likely nothing compared to the pain that Dave Rydell is, still trapped in the DTF, and the ropes are out of reach!

Lieberjosch: Rydell taps!

Vinegar: Another point for Roxy Cotton, as Deimos has hurled Pierce into the barricade at ringside and slid into the ring, he has Cotton off-guard and in Millenial Decay!

Covert Jay: Fear has tapped out scores of opponents in his career with this hold!

Vinegar: Cotton is struggling, the ropes are out of reach!

Covert Jay: BUZZZZ!!!!

Vinegar: Cotton taps out!

Lieberjosch: But the stipulation already rotated, no point for Deimos!

Bordy: Je ris mais je le fais en français.

Vinegar: Deimos flings Cotton to the mat in frustration, let’s check the board.

Dave Rydell - 2
Phrixus Deimos - 0
Roxy Cotton - 2
Travis Pierce - 1

Vinegar: Tables are active now, keep in mind this is NOT the final opportunity, but now to score points you will need to put someone through a table.

Lieberjosch: Deimos rolling to the outside, he picks up a table and pushes it into the ring, but turns around into a dropkick from Rydell that knocks him into the ring post!

Vinegar: Looked like that might have been face first, Brian Chartreuse right there to check Deimos, two referees assigned to this match to make sure nothing is missed, Chartreuse signaling that Deimos is not bleeding.

Lieberjosch: Rydell is back in the ring, he picks up the table and leans it against the turnbuckle.

Covert Jay: Pierce is setting one up on the outside.

Bordy: Quelqu'un va chercher du bois.

Vinegar: Cotton getting to her feet, gets dropped by a swinging neckbreaker, and now Rydell pulls her back up and shoves her against the table, stunning her with a chop to the chest.

Lieberjosch: Rydell runs to the opposite corner, charging back for the Tip of the Spear!

Vinegar: Cotton sidesteps it and shoves Rydell through the table!

Covert Jay: Point for Roxy!

Vinegar: Pierce reaches under the bottom rope and trips Cotton up, pulls her out under the ropes and right onto his shoulders, connects with Signing Off!

Lieberjosch: Pierce puts Roxy onto a table, hops up onto the apron, leaps off and drives her through the table with the Piercing Blow!

Covert Jay: Point for Pierce!

Vinegar: Deimos has set up another table in the ring, and he picks up Rydell and puts him onto it.

Covert Jay: Fear is headed to the turnbuckle!

Lieberjosch: Deimos on the turnbuckle, leaps into the air for the Meteor Press!

Covert Jay: BUZZZZ!!!!

Vinegar: Rydell driven through the table by the Meteor Press!

Lieberjosch: But it came after the stipulation rotation, Deimos is still shutout in this match!

Vinegar: Let’s get a score update!

Dave Rydell - 2
Phrixus Deimos - 0
Roxy Cotton - 3
Travis Pierce - 2

Vinegar: Back to Melee rules, as Deimos and Rydell are both laying in the shards of the table, and Pierce slides into the ring, grabbing Deimos and hurling him over the ropes to ringside!

Lieberjosch: Pierce taking advantage of an opportunity, now he is pulling up Rydell as well, but Rydell delivers several elbow shots, backing Pierce away and knocking him down, and Rydell turns around as Roxy is on the apron, and she springboards into Meteora!

Vinegar: Cotton rolls to her feet as Rydell rolls out under the bottom rope, she turns her attention to Pierce, grabbing him by the head.

Covert Jay: THE TRUTH HURTS!!

Vinegar: Cotton laid out by The Truth Hurts, WAIT A SECOND, Deimos is in the ring with a steel chair!

Lieberjosch: Deimos smacks Pierce right in the face!

Vinegar: Pierce knocked down by the chairshot to the face, rolls onto his knees-

Covert Jay: Fear uppercuts him with the chair!

Bordy: Il y a le rouge!

Vinegar: Pierce has been busted open by the chair!

Covert Jay: That’s a First Blood Bonus for Fear!

Vinegar: Deimos continues to lay into the fallen Pierce with the chair, Phrixus Deimos has snapped!

Lieberjosch: It’s years of pent-up frustration from his failures here at Horizons, he was staring at another after the bad luck early in this match, as shocking as this display is, can you really blame him?

Vinegar: Deimos is ripping the cover off a turnbuckle, the steel buckle is exposed, what is he going to do now?

Lieberjosch: He’s got Roxy, no! Not her beautiful face!

Vinegar: Deimos slams her face first into the exposed turnbuckle!

Bordy: Je suis exalté par le rouge!

Lieberjosch: This is terrible! Now Roxy is busted open!

Covert Jay: BUZZZZZ!!!!

Vinegar: Another First Blood Bonus for Deimos, let’s get an update!

Dave Rydell - 2
Phrixus Deimos - 2
Roxy Cotton - 3
Travis Pierce - 3

Vinegar: We are back to a submission match, and this is going to be the final scoring opportunity, but what is the most shocking is the way that Phrixus Deimos has become completely unhinged in the ring, we’ve never seen this kind of behavior from him!

Bordy: N'ayez aucune inquiétude. J'ai un Athame.

Lieberjosch: The two blood points have put him right back in this match, he’s got to pick up a submission now, poor Roxy has gone limp, bleeding at his feet, and he puts her into Millennial Decay!

Vinegar: Cotton screaming in pain, blood flowing down her face!

Lieberjosch: Pierce slams into both of them, forces Deimos to break the hold!

Vinegar: Very clutch action by Pierce, Cotton had nowhere to go, just blocked Deimos from picking up a key point!

Lieberjosch: Deimos flings Pierce aside, and he picks the steel chair back up and glares at Pierce, stalking him as Pierce has his hands up, looking for mercy.

Vinegar: Deimos approaches him-

Covert Jay: TIP OF THE SPEAR!!

Vinegar: Rydell just drilled Deimos with the Tip of the Spear! He’s trying to apply the Rydell Lock!

Covert Jay: BUZZZZZ!!!!!!!

Lieberjosch: That’s it! The qualifying round is over!

Vinegar: And that means that Roxy Cotton and Travis Pierce both advance to the Elimination Round!

Bordy: Il est temps.

Lieberjosch: Deimos and Rydell are eliminated, and now the champion is entering the match!

Vinegar: Sadistic Madness, elimination comes via pin or submission, but you have to be bleeding to be eligible to be eliminated, and Cotton and Pierce are both already bleeding!

Lieberjosch: Bordy into the ring, she’s brandishing a weapon of some kind! What is that?

Covert Jay: It’s a ceremonial athame!

Lieberjosch: What is she going to do with that?

Covert Jay: She’s using it to cut her own arm!

Vinegar: Why the hell would she do that?

Covert Jay: She’s putting herself on equal footing with them!

Lieberjosch: How fair of the Queen! She’s giving them a chance!

Covert Jay: I don’t know about that, they’ve both taking a beating on top of bleeding.

Vinegar: Pierce staring at her in disbelief, and now she throws her body at Pierce, scratching and clawing at him, he shoves her away and rolls out of the ring.

Lieberjosch: Bordy immediately turns her attention to Roxy, grabbing her by the hair and hitting an X-Factor!

Vinegar: She picks Cotton up into a bear hug, now delivering a succession of vicious headbutts.

Covert Jay: Bordy drops Roxy, but Pierce is back into the ring behind her, grabs her for the Breakdown!

Vinegar: Pierce covers!





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Vinegar: She kicks out!

Lieberjosch: Cutting herself almost came back to bite the champion there, Pierce almost had her!

Vinegar: Pierce turns his attention to Cotton, lifts her into a fireman’s carry position, but she floats off, grabs Pierce and whips him into the corner, follows him in with a handspring elbow!

Lieberjosch: Pierce slumps to the ground in the corner, and Roxy charges in with the Kitty Buster!

Vinegar: Le Bord de Dieu flings herself at Cotton with a crossbody tackle, but Cotton catches her and counters it into a scoop slam!

Covert Jay: Bordy tries to get right back up, but Roxy has her by the hair, plants her with the Muff Diver!

Vinegar: A cover!





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Vinegar: Pierce comes off the top rope with the Piercing Blow, Cotton moves out of the way and Pierce connects on Le Bord de Dieu!

Lieberjosch: Roxy’s got Pierce!

Covert Jay: Double D-DT!!

Vinegar: And another cover!





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THREE!!!!!!!





Vinegar: Roxy Cotton has eliminated Travis Pierce!

Lieberjosch: And here comes the Steel Cage!

Vinegar: Steel Cage lowering around the ring, this is now a one-on-one match between Roxy Cotton and Le Bord de Dieu for the Chaos Championship, and can be won by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage with both feet touching the floor.

Lieberjosch: Hazel East is inside the cage, Brian Chartreuse on the outside.

Vinegar: Cotton setting up another Double D-DT, but the champion grabs hold of her and runs her back into the cage wall!

Lieberjosch: And now Bordy grabs Roxy by the face and drags it back and forth over the chain links, this is horrible!

Vinegar: Cotton delivering elbows to the chest, backs the champion away, and Cotton connects with a backflip dropkick!

Lieberjosch: Roxy starts to climb the cage wall, she is halfway up!

Covert Jay: Bordy runs and flings her body into the wall, the impact shakes Roxy off and she crashes back to the mat!

Lieberjosch: Bordy pounces on her for a cover!





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TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Cotton kicks out!

Lieberjosch: Bordy pushed off by the kickout, quickly rolls back into position, has Roxy by the head.

Covert Jay: L'étreinte de Dieu!

Vinegar: Cotton yanks her head away before the move can be executed, spinning into a kick to the face.

Lieberjosch: Roxy picks up Bordy and puts her into the tree of woe in a corner, and she tucks Bordy’s foot through a link in the cage!

Vinegar: Cotton backs away, comes charging back with a running dropkick!

Covert Jay: Bordy is lying limp in the tree of woe!

Lieberjosch: Roxy is starting to climb!

Vinegar: The champion showing signs of life, but her foot is caught in the wall as Cotton nears the top of the cage!

Lieberjosch: She’s got her foot out!

Covert Jay: Roxy’s already going over the top!

Lieberjosch: Bordy is by the door! She’s going out that!

Vinegar: Cotton dropping to ringside from the top!

Lieberjosch: Bordy just went out the door!

DING DING!

Vinegar: The bell has rung, but both women made it to ringside at just about the same time!

Lieberjosch: Hazel and Chartreuse are conferring, they need to figure this out!

Vinegar: Certainly a bit of debate happening, both women think they won, it looks like they’ve reached a decision, let’s find out what it was!

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...and STILL the Chaos Champion, LE BORD DE DIEU!!!

Lieberjosch: Yes! The Queen of Red is triumphant!

Vinegar: A judgement call by the officials, one that certainly could have gone the other way, but it’s going to stand, Le Bord de Dieu wins the Carnage Match, she retains the Chaos Championship here at Horizons!

Covert Jay: It was a crazy match, just as we expected it would be, and we have lots of action still to come, don’t go anywhere!



Le Bord de Dieu - 7.12

Roxy Cotton - 7.10

Travis Pierce - 6.89

Phrixus Deimos - 6.83

Dave Rydell - 6.37

[Lord Hastings]

‘Vaughnemous Domination’ plays as Angelica Vaughn and Dave Rydell make their way out on stage to a tremendous ovation from the Chicago crowd. These are their Cooperative Champions, here in the home of UGWC, and they're showing their appreciation for this odd couple of a tag team. Angie's smile is radiant as she turns a thankful gaze to Dave, and they embrace before he pats her on the shoulder and returns through the curtain. She makes her way down to the ring and gets inside, then raises her belt high into the air as the crowd erupts again.

Vinegar: Interesting year for Angelica Vaughn. We've seen her as a Cooperative Champion with both Roxy Cotton and now Dave Rydell after what could be called a shaky guest appearance at Lord of Trios.

Lieberjosch: Between some shocking family revelations and trying to maintain her relationships with her closest friends despite being accused of betrayal, she's been veritably baptized in fire this year, and she's earned the right to kick off 2019 as a Cooperative Champion.

Vinegar: Will she earn the right to start the year challenging the World Champion?

“Gimme Your Applause” by Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera begins to play as lightbulbs flash all through the arena. Kenzi Grey walks out with a confident smile for the fans. An explosion of pyro erupts as she strikes a pose for the cameras. Kenzi’s mother and manager, Sidney Grey walks out to a chorus of boos as she accompanies Kenzi to the ring. Kenzi ignores her mother as she heads down the aisle slapping the outstretched hands of the fans. Kenzi climbs onto the ring apron and pauses again for the flash of the cameras, as she kneels there with a smirk. She climbs the turnpost and gives the fans one more photo opportunity as she sits atop the turnbuckle, still blowing kisses and posing for the fans. She hops down, finally entering the ring as she readies herself for her opponent and her mother typically takes of residence at the announce table to talk up her daughter and annoy the commentators and fans.

Lieberjosch: If Angie's year has been interesting, Kenzi's has been phenomenal!

Vinegar: Starting as the first Chill sensation, Kenzi quickly made waves on both rosters before winning the Wrestlestock Cup, which led to a Cooperative Championship reign with her wife.

Lieberjosch: She's had some of the most passionate and unforgettable matches of the year, but stubbornly refuses to accept the glory she's amassed so far.

Vinegar: I don't necessarily agree with her discounting her success, but wanting to eliminate the asterix on her wins is a noble goal.

Lieberjosch: Regardless, she's set to prove herself once and for all tonight as she takes on her former friend--

Vinegar: They're still the closest of friends, Hans. They had a spat over a misunderstanding. This will be a straight up contest between two allies who respect one another.

Lieberjosch: We'll see.

Angie and Kenzi have a moment in which they consider each other carefully. All at once it seems like they have a million things they could possibly say to each other considering all that has taken place between them this year, but the smiles and bright looks in their eyes are volumes of acceptance, and they eventually nod at one another as friends, before leaping into action.

Covert Jay: Here we go!!

Kenzi immediately suprises Angie by beating her to a barrage of front kicks that drive Angie across the ring and into the ropes. Kenzi reaches out and snatches Angie's arm, whipping her across to the other side. Angie hits the ropes and rebounds into eating a jumping front kick that puts her on the mat.

Vinegar: It's Kenzi in the early going here.

Lieberjosch: Already turning Angie's offensive set against her, as she's so talented at doing.

Sidney orders Kenzi to make a cover immediately to end it quickly, and Mrs. Grey-Lacklan obliges.



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Angie kicks free and rolls away and back up to her feet. Sidney immediate begins lecturing Kenzi at ringside, but she visibly shrugs it off and marches back into the fight. This time she's the one caught by surprise as Angie drops into a Pele kick that staggers her. Angie goes on the offensive, sweeping Kenzi's legs from under her and unleashing a battery of stomps. Dropping to one knee, she pulls Kenzi into a triangle choke and locks it in tight.

Lieberjosch: Kenzi's got miles to go to reach a rope. She's going to have to power out of this one.

Sidney screams invectives at the Cooperative Champion as she pounds on the ring apron. Angie doesn't pay attention as she continues to cinch in the choke, but Kenzi is able to get her feet under herself, and turns it into a chinbuster! As Angie bounces off her shoulder and lands on her back, Kenzi rushes for the ropes, rebounding into a devastating jumping double knee drop.

Vinegar: Did you see the height on that?!

She's about to roll Angie up, but Angie reaches up and grabs Kenzi's neck, rolling through to reverse the pin.



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Kenzi kicks free and scurries to the corner. Angie gets back to her feet, rubbing her midsection while Kenzi rolls her neck from the chokehold earlier. They look across the ring at each other, both seeming to check to see if her opponent is in decent condition to continue. They both burst out of their respective corners, Angie leaping first for a flying knee. Kenzi catches it full in the face and smacks the mat, but quickly rolls outside the ring to avoid the possible pinfall. Sidney is there in an instant, checking over her daughter while also rattling off pointers and criticisms of her performance so far. Kenzi rolls her eyes and pushes her away gently, sliding back into the ring.

Lieberjosch: She's going to blow her shot if she doesn't learn to take direction.

Vinegar: Oh please, Hans. If she could get Sid's voice out of her head for a solid ten minutes, she might get a win she feels like bragging about.

Lieberjosch: She has those wins thanks to her Momager.

Angie has been patiently waiting, but as soon as Kenzi finds her feet, she goes on the attack again. Kenzi stops her with a shotgun dropkick, then is on her in an instant. She reaches for Angie's face...

Covert Jay: She's going for EW!!

Angie grabs Kenzi's wrist, knowing what's coming, and struggles to keep her from locking her into her own finishing hold. Kenzi changes tactics and yanks back, then drives her forearm into Angie's face. That shot takes the fight out of Angie for a moment and Kenzi grabs her mouth, she's got it!

Lieberjosch: Angie knows how powerful that hold is, she's toast!

Vaughn kicks mightily, pedalling around trying to escape, and finally manages to get to the ropes, forcing Peterson to intervene. Kenzi backs off, and as Angie uses the rope to pull herself back to her feet, she puts her hands up to show Owen that she's leaving her alone. As Angie checks her lip for blood, however, Kenzi rushes past Owen and clotheslines her out of the ring!

Lieberjosch: Here comes Sidney!

The crowd roars as Dave Rydell suddenly leaps over the barrier and gets in between Sidney and his fallen partner. He doesn't show any sign of attack, however, and just stands as a barrier between them. Sidney screams at him to get out of her way, but he simply shakes his head as Kenzi moves over to ringside to see what's going on.

Vinegar: Sidney's face is growing red as she orders Dave to get out her way or else!

Covert Jay: She just hauled off and smacked the taste out of the mouth of The Virus of Life!

Eyes going wide, Kenzi drops out of the ring to keep Rydell from attacking her Momager, but he simple rotates his head around to face her again, crosses his arms and shrugs.

Lieberjosch: This moron is just going to stand there and take it! He's showing no aggression.

Vinegar: He doesn't want to risk coming in between Kenzi and Angie again, but he's not going to stand for Sidney costing his partner the chance to fight for the World Championship!

Rydell tosses Kenzi a look as if he doesn't hear Sidney simply losing her mind right in his face, then looks over his shoulder pointedly at Angie, who is trying to get to her feet. Kenzi looks confused, looking suspiciously between Dave and Sidney. Owen has begun to count, and in between is yelling at Kenzi and Angie to get back into the ring.

Covert Jay: What happens if we have a double count out?

Vinegar: You tell me.

Covert Jay: What?

Vinegar: Didn't you apply to be the 2019 Creative Director?

Covert Jay: Oh right!

Lieberjosch: Oh... my... god...

Kenzi finally makes up her mind and moves to grab Angie and walks her up the steel steps, only to shove her through the ropes and back into the ring. She climbs in after as Owen stops at a six count.

Vinegar: Sidney finally backs off and retreats to the other side of the ring from Dave, but he's remaining at ringside on guard.

Kenzi has grabbed Angie up again, and pulls her into a side headlock. Angie puts her hands on Kenzi's back and pushes off with her feet, shoving Kenzi off of her and into the corner. Kenzi hits the turnbuckles hard, but as Angie runs to follow up, Kenzi hits her with a back elbow smash. Angie staggers away, but as Kenzi goes for a bicycle kick, Angie does too!

Lieberjosch: Well that's the first time I've seen that happen.

Hitting each other simultaneously, they both hit the mat hard, instantly rolling away from one another.

Vinegar: These two are so evenly matched, this could go on for a while.

Covert Jay: I don't mind at all, and neither does this crowd!

Vinegar: Look out Dave!!

Sidney surprises Dave by smashing him from behind with a folding chair! He crumples at ringside, but Angie is to her feet and on the ropes in an instant, leaning over the ropes to scream at Sidney.

Lieberjosch: Dave shouldn't have interfered with her Momager duties.

As Sidney takes another shot at the fallen Cooperative Champion, Angie has had enough and she steps through the ropes to come to Dave's rescue. She drops down and grabs the chair, ripping it away from Sidney. In turn, she puts a finger in Angie's face, and that brings Kenzi to the floor next to them. The three of them scream and argue at ringside until Owen himself rolls out to push them apart. He gets in Sidney's face, then does the wild arm wind up, then points aggressively toward the ramp!

Covert Jay: She's out of here!!

Sidney tries to argue, but Owen isn't having it, and a couple of ringside officials appear to escort her to the back, two more helping Rydell to his feet and away from ringside. Angie looks satisfied, but Kenzi is stunned at what just happened. She turns to Angie, who puts her hands up in a neutral gesture, then moves to get back into the ring. Kenzi shakes her head, then rolls in behind her. The two get back to their feet, facing off again as they circle each other.

Vinegar: No sportsmanlike checking that time before getting right back into the action.

They lock up and grapple, Angie has Kenzi into a headlock but Kenzi ducks out, comes off the ropes for the One Hit Wonder, sidestepped by Angie. Bicycle Kick misses, Kenzi sets up the Blockbuster, but Angie twists out of it and connects with #Vaughemous!



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Dennis: Here is your winner, ANGELICA VAUGHN!!!!

Covert Jay: She did it!

Vinegar: What a debut year it has been for Angelica Vaughn here in UGWC in 2018, and what a year 2019 is about to be!

Lieberjosch: We're not even through Horizons, and we already know half our main event for Infinity when UGWC returns in the new year, Angelica Vaughn will be challenging for the World Championship!

Vinegar: Tremendous efforts for both these young talents, tremendous years for both of them!

Covert Jay: And plenty of action still to go here in Chicago!


Angelica Vaughn - 7.23

Kenzi Grey - 7.13

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: "So far tonight we have seen the UGWC Chaos Championship up for grabs in a Carnage Match, and we have determined the new number one contender to the UGWC World Championship, but the match coming up next is probably the one that I have looked forward to the most since it was announced."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan Hastings, a future Hall of Famer and our current Creative Director, steps out of retirement here tonight, as he squares off against his former partner in Pain & Paradox, 'The Personification of Pain' Zane Scott."

Vinegar: "These two men were the best of friends, until they weren't. And now, they are the bitterest of enemies."

Covert Jay: "And considering the fact they are facing off in a No Holds Barred match… neither one of them might be walking out of the arena after this match, Nick."

Lieberjosch: "For all of the dastardly deeds that Zane Scott has perpetrated over the duration of his career, I question why the actions of Lord Hastings have garnered the reaction from Zane that they have. All of the careers that Zane Scott has negatively impacted due to his actions within that ring, and he has his undergarments in a bunch because Donovan turned on him? Seriously?"

Vinegar: "It's more than that, Hans. Sure, Zane Scott has done things in his past that have been heinous, but he never purposely misled someone into thinking he was their friend, only to play a long game that wound up with him putting a knife in his 'friends' back."

Lieberjosch: "So what? Karma is, indeed, a bitch, Nicholas. The things that Zane Scott has done over his career… he had to know something like this would eventually happen."

Vinegar: "Doesn't make it any less shocking when it happens, Hans. Especially since Zane Scott has gone to great lengths to change his ways over recent years. He respected Donovan, Hans. Dare I say, he possibly held love for the man. And Donovan stabbed him in the back."

Lieberjosch: "And if Donovan so chooses, he will do that and much more here tonight."

Covert Jay: "Old Bitchy Mitch is in the ring. Guess we're ready for the introductions."

Vinegar: "You know that he hates when you call him that."

Covert Jay: "I know."

Vinegar: "Take it away, Mitchell!"

Mitchell Dennis: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH! Introducing first…"

Mitchell Dennis: "He stands six-feet two-inches tall, and weighs in at two-hundred thirty pounds… originally from Hartford, Connecticut… he is the current Creative Director of UGWC, 'THE IMMORTAL' DONOVAN HASTINGS!!!!!"

As 'Invidia' begins playing over the sound system, Donovan Hastings steps through the curtain and slowly walks out to the top of the stage. With his customary cloak trailing behind him, he comes to a stop at the top of the ramp. Opening his arms, he slowly throws his head back, staring up at the rafters as he soaks in the reaction from his adoring peasantry. He stands there a moment, before slowly making his way down the ramp, ascending the ring steps and stepping through the ropes.

Lieberjosch: "It is simply spectacular to see Donovan Hastings back in the ring after all this time."

Vinegar: "Well… he retired, Hans. That's why he hasn't been in the ring."

Lieberjosch: "I am quite aware of the 'why', you imbecilic twit. It still doesn't make what I said any less true."

Mitchell Dennis: "And his opponent…"

Mitchell Dennis: "Standing six-feet six-inches tall, and weighing in at two-hundred fifty-five pounds… he hails from Poughkeepsie, New York… he is 'THE PERSONIFICATION OF PAIN' ZANE SCOTT!!!!!"

Unsane’s “No Reprieve” begins to blare throughout the arena as the tortured guitar of Chris Spencer and the droning bass of Dave Curran join with Vinnie Signorelli’s punishing drumming. The three men hammer out their angry and unrefined sound as Zane’s new video package plays in the background. Thirty second in Chris begins to belt out the lyrics in his recognized angry and rough sounding style as Zane walks out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp and looks out across the arena, his expression is calm but intense.

After a few moments he walks down the ramp, slapping hands with a few fans along the way before he gets to the ring. He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, then steps between the top and middle ropes and into the ring. He walks over to his corner, ascends it and holds his arms up. After a few moments he drops back down and leans against the corner.

Vinegar: "Zane didn't take his eyes off of Donovan once during that entire entrance."

Lieberjosch: "And Hastings matched that glare the entire time, too."

Covert Jay: "Can you feel the fucking tension between those two right now? Christ Almighty…"

Vinegar: "Things could get very ugly, very quickly, here in this match."

Lieberjosch: "I fully expect them to, Nicholas."

Vinegar: "Mitchell Dennis has exited the ring, and referee Sam Green is calling for the bell. This match is officially underway!"

Lieberjosch: "Hastings has immediately slid out of the ring and is thrown the skirting up, as he looks for something underneath."

Covert Jay: "Found what he was looking for, it seems."

Vinegar: "Donovan Hastings has procured the Lord of Pain-Killer from under the ring, and the look in Zane's eyes says it all."

Covert Jay: "He's not happy, Nick."

Lieberjosch: "Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Vinegar: "That was Zane's weapon of choice at times during his past. In fact, it was what he used when he attempted to end Donovan's very career five years ago."

Covert Jay: "Donny back in the ring now, and… what the hell is he doing?"

Lieberjosch: "Mind games, obviously, Jay. Of course, that would be lost on you."

Vinegar: "Hastings is pointing at the Lord of Pain-Killer, and he's asking Zane if he would like to have it back. He… he just offered it to him…"

Covert Jay: "Zane hasn't even looked at it though. He hasn't taken his eyes off of Donovan."

Vinegar: "Hastings with a shrug and, wait, he just tossed Zane the steel chair, and he followed up quickly with a knee lift that Zane never saw coming."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan connecting with vicious high knees to the sternum of Zane, and then sends him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker."

Vinegar: "Hastings drops a knee across the forehead of Zane, and then grabs the Lord of Pain-Killer once more."

Covert Jay: "Jesus Christ!"

Vinegar: "Hastings just reared back and swung that steel chair as hard as he could, and thankfully for Zane Scott, he was able to move out of the way."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings with another swing, but Zane grabs the chair, stopping it in mid-swing. He rips the chair out of Donovan's hands, and he flings it through the ropes."

Vinegar: "Big boot from Zane connects flush with Hastings' face, staggering the Creative Director. He follows it up with a straight right hand that leaves Donovan wobbling on his feet."

Covert Jay: "Zane grabbing a hold of the arm of Donny, and he just turned him inside out with a short-armed clothesline."

Vinegar: "Zane straddling the downed Hastings, and begins pummeling him with crossfaces. After multiple uncontested shots, Zane grabs Donovan by the hair and pulls his head back, and busts his nose open with a downward elbow strike."

Lieberjosch: "Zane now jerking Hastings to his feet, and he applies a crossface chickenwing. Doesn't keep the hold applied long, however, as he lifts Donovan into the air and sends him crashing into the mat with a facebuster."

Vinegar: "Zane making the cover, as Sam Green makes the count…









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Vinegar: "Hastings able to get his shoulder up at two, and Zane is pulling him back to his feet again. Irish whip sends Donovan across the ring, but Zane follows close behind."

Lieberjosch: "Running clothesline sends Hastings over the top and out to the floor, and Zane Scott is stepping through the ropes and hopping down to the floor as well."

Covert Jay: "And now it's liable to get fun."

Vinegar: "Hastings using the steel guardrail to pull himself to his feet, but Zane cuts him off with a clubbing blow to the back. Zane lifts Donovan into the air and drops him chest-first across the top of that guardrail."

Covert Jay: "And the fans in the front row are loving it."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings clutching at his chest as he falls to his knees, doing his best now to crawl away from 'The Personification of Pain'. Zane stomps at the left hand of Donovan, and then connects with an elbow drop that drives Donovan's face into the matting on the floor."

Vinegar: "Zane pulling Hastings back to his feet again, and shoots him into the guardrail with an Irish whip, Donovan's back crashing against the unforgiving steel."

Covert Jay: "Hastings stumbling forward, only to get back-body dropped onto the floor."

Lieberjosch: "Zane pulling Hastings up again, only to send him to the floor again, this time with a sidewalk slam."

Vinegar: "The crowd is roaring in approval, ecstatic to see Zane get a measure of revenge for all that Donovan has done to him in recent months."

Lieberjosch: "Please. Zane brought all of that on himself when he tried to end Donovan's career, Nicholas."

Vinegar: "That was half a decade ago, Hans!"

Lieberjosch: "So that means it didn't happen?"

Covert Jay: "Yes?"

Lieberjosch: "Shut up, Jay."

Vinegar: "Hastings slowly trying to get to his feet, and Zane takes notice. He takes off in a half-run, rounding the ring as he picks up speed. Zane speeding around the final corner, looking to hit Donovan with a running shoulder block, but Donovan was able to reach down and grab the Lord of Pain-Killer…"

Covert Jay: "And Hastings just went yard on Zane's head, and the big man fell to the floor in a heap."

Lieberjosch: "I do not usually advocate such tactics, but if anyone deserves it, it's Zane Scott."

Vinegar: "Hastings standing over Zane Scott now, and begins repeatedly driving the top of that steel chair into the chest and stomach of Zane Scott."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan smiling as the crowd boos, and he flings the Lord of Pain-Killer into the ring, and is now pulling Zane to his feet."

Covert Jay: "Hastings bounces the head of Zane off of the steel ring post, and then rattles Zane's brains even further by slamming his face into the ring steps."

Vinegar: "Donovan now shoving Zane back into the ring under the bottom rope, and he's sliding in behind of him. Donovan with the cover…"









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TH-KICK OUT!!!!!









Vinegar: "Zane Scott kicks out at two-and-a-half, and Hastings seems to have taken offense to it."

Covert Jay: "Hastings has mounted Zane, and is raining down stiff right hands to the mouth, face, and left eye of Zane Scott."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings back to his feet and connects with a straight stomp to the face of Zane Scott. And now he's making his way over to the Lord of Pain-Killer."

Vinegar: " Donovan placing the steel chair over Zane's face, and then stands straight up. He tilts his head back as he holds out his arms, and the crowd is really letting him have it at this point."

Covert Jay: "The crowd starts throwing shit, and I'm out of here."

Lieberjosch: "That only happens in Atlanta, Jay."

Covert Jay: "INEVITELBOW!"

Vinegar: "Hastings just connected with a beautiful elbow drop, using that chair to inflict further damage, and Zane Scott might be out."









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THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!









Vinegar: "Hastings yelling at Zane to stay down now, before pulling him back to his feet."

Covert Jay: "Makes sense."

Lieberjosch: "Of course it does! It's Donovan Hastings!"

Vinegar: "Donovan applying a front facelock to Zane, and then spikes him onto that Lord of Pain-Killer with a wicked DDT."

Lieberjosch: "And Donovan makes the cover…"









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THRE-KICK OUT!!!!!









Vinegar: "Donovan unhappy with what he felt was a slow count, but had he hooked the leg, maybe this match is over."

Lieberjosch: "I think Lord Hastings has a point, Nicholas. That count by Sam Green seemed very slow."

Vinegar: "Donovan grabbing the legs of Zane Scott now, steps through and turns him over, and he's got Zane locked in a sharpshooter!"

Lieberjosch: "Zane attempting to power out of the hold, and Donovan realizes it, so he releases it, quickly moving towards the head of Zane and applying a side headlock."

Covert Jay: "And he is screaming at Zane to do something… to get angry… to do what he knows he wants to do."

Vinegar: "Hastings back to his feet and positioning the chair on the mat. He pulls Zane to his feet and lifts him up… Destiny's Call onto the Lord of Pain-Killer!"

Covert Jay: "And there's the cover!"









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THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!









Vinegar: "What?! How?!"

Lieberjosch: "Sam Green is explaining to Donovan that Zane draped his foot over the bottom rope at the last possible second, and this match continues!"

Covert Jay: "Fuck me running…"

Vinegar: "Hastings rips Zane to his feet, connecting with a European Uppercut, before tying his arms up in between the top and middle ropes."

Covert Jay: "And he's grabbing that chair again…"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan yelling at Zane to get angry, telling him to give in and do what he knows he wants to do. And each time he yells those orders in Zane's face, he follows it up by ramming the edge of the chair into Zane's chest and ribs."

Vinegar: "Donovan now mushing Zane's face with the chair, before beginning to repeatedly slap Zane in the face."

Covert Jay: "Zane's eyes are bugging out with each slap, and the vein in his forehead is damn near pulsating. He's about to snap, guys. Donny might want to reel it in a notch."

Lieberjosch: "Maybe it's what Donovan wants to see, Jay?"

Covert Jay: "If that's the case, then Hastings isn't as smart as I've always given him credit for."

Vinegar: "Zane just reared up and connected with a headbutt that caught Donovan in the nose, causing him to stumble back a fef steps."

Covert Jay: "A big foot to the face sends Hastings to the mat, and Zane is struggling to free his arms from the ropes… Hastings back to his feet and connects with a straight right hand that shatters the nose of Zane Scott, and there is blood spurting everywhere."

Lieberjosch: "This isn't good, guys."

Vinegar: "Everyone knows the issues that Zane has had with his nose over the course of his career. Eden Morgan used to attempt to exploit it every chance she got, and typically, things would not turn out well for her when she would."

Covert Jay: "The look on Zane's face tells me he's about to treat Hastings like he used to treat Edie."

Vinegar: "Hastings throws another punch, but Zane suddenly frees himself from the ropes, and catches the fist of Donovan."

Lieberjosch: "Zane wraps his other hand around the throat of Donovan, lifts him high, and plants him with a chokeslam."

Covert Jay: "Zane jerking Hastings back to his feet now, and then pitches him halfway across the ring with an overhead throw that results in the legs of Donny banging hard off of the top turnbuckle, and he lands awkwardly on his shoulder and neck."

Vinegar: "Zane over to the corner and pulls Donovan to his feet, lifting him into the air and draping him across the ropes and corner. Multiple high knees to the stomach and chest of Hastings, followed by close to a dozen downward elbow strikes and clubbing forearm blows to the small of Donovan's back."

Lieberjosch: "Zane quickly across the ring to the adjacent corner, and comes full speed towards Donovan, connecting with a running knee that he drives into the side of Hastings, that brace of his causing even more damage than a move like that normally would."

Vinegar: "Donovan rolls off the ropes, crashing to the mat, but Zane pulls him back up and connects with a backstabber. Zane with the cover…"









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T-KICK OUT!!!!!









Vinegar: "Hastings with the kickout, and he's quickly over to all fours as Zane rises to his feet."

Lieberjosch: "Lord Hastings trying to use Zane to help him climb to his feet, as Zane just glares down at him. And now Donovan is yelling up at Zane, telling him to do what Donovan knows he wants to do."

Covert Jay: "Sounded to me like he told him to be a fucking man, and not a pussy."

Lieberjosch: "That's what I said."

Vinegar: "Zane connecting with three straight right hands to the eyebrow of Donovan, and Donovan is a bloody mess as Zane pulls him back to his feet again."

Covert Jay: "Donovan is lifted into the air… Dehumanization from Zane Scott."

Vinegar: "And now Zane sees the Lord of Pain-Killer again. He's slowly walking over towards it, and he's picked it up."

Lieberjosch: "Disqualify him! Foreign object!"

Covert Jay: "It's No Holds Barred, Doc. Not to mention, Donny used it earlier."

Lieberjosch: "Irrelevant."

Vinegar: "Hastings slowly trying to get to his feet, and Zane brings that steel chair crashing hard across Donovan's back. Donovan yells in pain as he tries getting away from Zane, but 'The Artist Formerly Known as the Personification of Hate' follows right behind him, peppering him with chair shots that echo throughout the arena."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan spins around and connects with a kick to the gut of Zane that stops him in his tracks, and Hastings has jerked the chair out of Zane's hands."

Vinegar: "Hastings moving towards Zane, but Scott grabs him and tosses him into the air… Murderous Intent! And Donovan had the steel chair still in his hands… that move sent the Lord of Pain-Killer crashing into the skull of our Creative Director!"

Covert Jay: "Zane holding his arm, but he makes the cover…"









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Mitchell Dennis: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match… ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SCOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!"

Vinegar: "These two men just went to war, and after all of the crap that Donovan Hastings has put Zane Scott through over the last few months, Zane finally gains a measure of revenge here tonight!"

Lieberjosch: "Someone should check on Lord Hastings. He could be seriously hurt."

Covert Jay: "He's breathing. He's fine."

Vinegar: "After a few moments, Zane slowly rising to his feet, as the crowd shows their appreciation for what they just witnessed. He doesn't see Donovan stirring behind him…"

Covert Jay: "Donovan gets to his feet and blasts Zane in the back with the Lord of Pain-Killer. Zane in obvious pain as he turns around and holds up his hands to block the next shot."

Vinegar: "Zane yanks the chair out of Donovan's hands and wraps it over Hastings' head, and Donovan falls to the mat, the chair how wrapped around his head and neck."

Lieberjosch: "Zane is seething as he watches Donovan attempt to get up. Lord Hastings on his hands and knees now, blood everywhere as he looks over at Zane Scott."

Covert Jay: "Sonofabitch looks like he's smiling, Doc. And he just yelled at Zane to give in and Salt the Earth. He's practically begging for Zane to do it!"

Vinegar: "The crowd appears to want to see it, too. Donovan still begging as Zane stomps over. Zane with a snarl as he grabs the arms of Donovan and leans back…"

Lieberjosch: "He stopped. Zane stopped…"

Vinegar: "Donovan still yelling at Zane to do it, but the big man falls to his own hands and knees, looking Donovan directly in the eyes…"

Covert Jay: "And he mouthed just one word to him, Nicky. 'No'."

Vinegar: "And just like that, Zane Scott has slid out of the ring and is slowly making his way up the ramp, as Donovan collapses back to the mat, with Sam Green trying to pull the Lord of Pain-Killer from around his neck."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan looked to be trying to force Zane to revert to his old ways, but to Zane's credit, he refused to do so."

Covert Jay: "Yeah, and because of that, Donovan is gonna be able to walk out of the arena tonight."

Vinegar: "Right now it's Zane Scott walking out of the arena, and-"

Lieberjosch: "Hold on, the Lord-Creative Director has asked for a microphone!"

Hastings: "Zane...Zane, wait..."

Vinegar: "This is a different tone from Hastings, almost calm."

Covert Jay: "Zane hasn't turned around, but he has stopped. He's listening."

Hastings: "I'm sorry, Zane. I had to know."

Covert Jay: "That's...wow. I didn't expect that."

Lieberjosch: "Whatever he means, Zane isn't having it. It looked like he hesitated a moment, but he has continued backstage without turning back around."

Vinegar: "And if emotions weren't high enough already tonight, up next could be the end of an era, as Lucy Wylde battles Gabriel Baal and Jet Somers battles Eden Morgan in concurrent matches."

Covert Jay: "And fuck knows what's gonna go down in that match."

Zane Scott - 7.30

Donovan Hastings - 7.14

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: "Alright ladies and gentlemen – up next, one of the most interesting sets of matches I’ve seen for some while."

Leiberjosch: "Two matches at one time! Neither can cross over!"

Vinegar: "And if they do? Either Gabriel Baal’s career is over, or Jet and Lucy are barred from fighting for a Championship in 2019."

Covert Jay: "And there’s a LOT of history in this match. Gabriel and Lucy… Eden and Jet… Gabriel and Jet… Eden and Lucy… So much temptation to make a bad decision."

The house lights go down to only the emergency lights, giving the arena a surreal, sepia look. As the opening licks of "Gone Sovereign" by Stone Sour begin, the remaining lights pulsate in rythmn with each chord. Corey Taylor begins to wail:

No one's laughing now, no one's laughing now
I'm sullen and sated and you can't put a price on me
I won't share this disarray, I won't pull these hands away
I need to be chosen and my God don't pray for me

As Jet Somers parts the curtain and steps out on the ramp. His hood is pulled up, and he surveys the crowd's mixed reaction from under it as the song continues.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead
And shatter every legend in my head
If only the committed will survive
Is anybody here still left alive?

There's a tense pause in the music, and Jet lowers his head, crossing his hands in front of him.

This is mine!

As soon as the singer screams those words, Jet lights out at a run down the ramp, explosions on either side shooting toward the rafters in his wake while the song kicks in properly. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet.

Come no further, you won't go far
I'm running around in circles once again
If you can't forgive me, I won't take it very hard
But I won't make it easy in the end

Jet takes a turn on each corner post, commanding the attention of the crowd as he holds his arms above his head in a V shape, palms out.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead
And shatter every legend in my head
If only the contented will survive
Is anybody here still left alive?

After he's finished at the fourth turnbuckle, Jet returns to the center of the ring, allowing the song to close on on Taylor proclaiming over and over:

This is mine
Mine
Mine
Mine

Vinegar: "Somers looks as focused as I’ve seen him in some time."

Covert Jay: "He has a vested interest in this – he believes he has responsibility for Eden. For all the things she’s done in the past few years – he wants to end all that."

Leiberjosch: "Wait… Does that mean less cleavage?"

Vinegar: "Likely…"

Covert Jay: "Terrible idea… Woeful."

The arena goes black. The opening chords of "Undead" by Hollywood Undead blare over the Arena PA system. One by one, spotlights around the arena begin fading in and out, alternating between a bright white and deep purple tones.

As the bass line kicks into its highly-recognized bone jarring chorus the spotlights sync their flashing with the rhythm. Suddenly the spotlights all turn at once, illuminating the stage in a brilliant flash and a radiating glow. Lucy Wylde steps out from behind the curtain onto center stage just as the crowd begins to cheer and sing along with the song...

UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!

As the verse begins, Lucy begins walking towards the ring, a big smile on her face as she moves from side to side along the aisle - slapping the hands of the fans as she goes. She gets to ringside and runs up the ring steps, climbing into the ring and ascending the far turnbuckle, raising her arms into the air.

She pulls a pair of fingerless leather gloves from her back pocket and puts them on, one by one. Her music begins to fade into the background of the cheers of her adoring fans. Once both gloves are tight, she clenches both fists and jumps down from the turnbuckle, ready for the fight ahead.

Covert Jay: "And here comes Ooley’s executioner!"

Vinegar: "Oh come on! That’s not fair! Lucy never wanted any part in this."

Leiberjosch: "Still planning to swing the sword though, isn’t she?"

Vinegar: "She hasn’t got a choice! She backs out, god knows what they’ll do to her."

Covert Jay: "Sure. And ending Gabriel Baal’s career doesn’t look good on the resume."

The lights in the arena go out completely, and the fans begin to bubble with electricity. Low level lighting starts to flicker across the stage, along with some billowing smoke. And then, the Viking horns kick in.

The lights begin to flash and the screens are lit up by lightning as the horns blast. And then, the lyrics kick in.

Young man came from hunting faint, tired and weary
What does ail my lord, my dearie?
Oh, brother dear, let my bed be made
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade

Through the smoke, the light shines as from the depths of the stage, figures begin to rise. But the flickering lights keep them hidden from full view. As the opening lyrics die away, the spotlight drops onto the figures.

Gabriel Baal and Eden Morgan sit in two large thrones, each carved from metal with serpents entwined around the back and the legs of the seats. Upon each of their heads is a silver crown, both created from curling and embracing snakes surrounding green emeralds on Gabriel’s and blue sapphires on Eden’s.

Men need a man would die as soon
Out of the light of a mage's moon
'Twas not by bolt, but yet by blade
Can break the magic that the devil made
'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain

They each stand, with Eden’s hand in Gabriel’s. They’re wearing black and grey cloaks of thick animal fur. As they step away from the thrones, the metallic serpents move their heads to watch their King and Queen slowly make their way towards the ring

This young man he died fair soon
By the light of the hunters' moon
'Twas not by bolt, nor yet by blade
of the berries of the woody nightshade

As they make their way down the ramp, dozens of hooded figures align each side and around the ring. As Gabriel and Eden pass, the figures on each side kneel out of respect. They walk hand in hand until they reach the ring. Gabriel helps Eden up the steps and then follows, before in turn, they each hold open the ropes for one another.

They step side by side, looking out to the crowd, as they simultaneously remove their crowns. They unclasp their cloaks and let them fall to the ground to reveal matching coloured attire. Gabriel’s shorts baring the moniker “Serpent King” and Eden’s “Serpent Queen”. They turn in circles, smiles etched upon their faces.

Oh Father dear lie and be safe
From the path that the devil made

Vinegar: "And here… We… Go!"

The lights come back on, as Jet and Lucy climb into the ring – immediately, Gabriel and Eden step forward, but Eden gets into Lucy’s face and Gabriel into Jet’s. The referee tries to get between them, eventually figuring that the only way to get this match going is to ring the bell.

Vinegar: "Alright let’s get this… Wait! What?!"

Covert Jay: "Did they just… Is that it? Is it over already?"

Leiberjosch: "The referee didn’t see! He had his back turned!"

As the referee turned to ring the bell, Gabriel and Eden took a step backwards and hit synconised superkicks on one another’s opponents. The replies show that the Superkicks connected just before the bell rang – the match hadn’t began!

Vinegar: "Jet and Lucy are on the outside!"

Covert Jay: "Eden and Gabriel are calling for the referee to count…"

1.. 2… 3…

Vinegar: "Oh come on! This isn’t right!"

4… 5… 6…

Covert Jay: "It’s genius strategy!"

7… 8…

Vinegar: "You can’t be serious!?"

9…

Leiberjosch: "They win! The match is over! They didn’t break any rules!"

10!

The referee turns and calls for the bell! Gabriel and Eden embrace this ridiculously quick victory.

Voice: “NO! No god damned way! Not on my damn watch!”

Gabriel and Eden turned around to see Ole’ Bob step out onto the rampway. He’s shaking his head and his fingers are wrapped tightly around Louis.

Ooley: "You don’t get away with this so easily… No. Ref! Restart the damned match – no count outs!"

Vinegar: "Hell yeah! Ole’ Bob isn’t going to let these fans be short changed. "

Covert Jay: "And it looks like he’s staying out here to make sure there aren’t any more shenanigans."

The referee calls for the bell but is distracted by Ooley at ringside. He exchanges shouts as Jet and Lucy slide back into the ring – with chairs! The ref turns around just in time to see Jet connect with Eden’s back and Lucy with Gabriel’s. The referee looks down at Bob and then calls for the bell again!

Covert Jay: "Again!? This is over again!?"

Vinegar: "Bob looks furious!"

Leiberjosch: "That’s Ole’ Bob to you!"

Ooley: “God damn! No!”

Ooley climbs up the steps and into the ring, he begins arguing with Jet, before driving the tip of the bat into Jet’s stomach! Lucy comes to his aid, but Ooley cleans her out with the bat too! Eden and Gabriel look up, a huge grin on each of their faces. Ole’ Bob returns the smile, each growing into rawkus laughter. And then… Bob stops laughing.

Covert Jay: "I don’t think Ooley is amused."

Leiberjosch: "He’s definitely not amused."

Eden and Gabriel too stop laughing, as Bob swings the bat and connects with Eden’s stomach. He spins out of Gabriel’s grasp and connects between Gabriel’s eye with the tip of the bat.

Vinegar: "He really wasn’t happy!"

Ooley: “I’ve had enough of this crap! I need a god damned drink. Restart the damn match – no count outs. No disqualifications. Two of you pricks are gonna get pinned, damn it!”

The crowd pop as Ooley storms out of the ring up the ramp his mouth constantly moving saying words that appear to sound like “brother-huckers”, “grit-heads” and “ducking blunts”. The referee waits for all four competitors to start moving, before he calls for the bell.

Gabriel and Jet are first up and they stagger backwards into one another, they spin with fists raised and then stop at the last moment!

Vinegar: "Oh my word! That was close!"

Each man exchange a sneer before taking off towards their individual opponents. As if synced, both Eden and Lucy spring into action taking control early firing off rights and lefts against their individual opponents. Lucy backs Gabriel into the corner with rights and lefts, whereas Eden backs Jet up with kicks into the stomach.

Vinegar: "My, my! The woman taking control here!"

Leiberjosch: "You sound surprised."

Vinegar: "What? No!"

Covert Jay: "You did sound surprised… Like… Why would a woman take control?"

Vinegar: "Oh look! More action!"

Eden and Lucy whip Jet and Gabriel towards one another – Jet leaps, Gabriel ducks and then they’re running towards their… Opposing partners? Complicated. Eden quickly shifts between the ropes to avoid Gabriel who hits the turnbuckle hard. Lucy ducks down flat and Jet hits chest first and falls down.

Eden and Lucy briefly check on their partners, before jumping up and walking across the ring – they eyeball one another until they reach their individual opponent. The match finally separates some as Jet rolls to the outside of the ring.

Vinegar: "Alright – this I where things are going to get complicated."

On the inside of the ring, Lucy Wylde connects with some big kicks to Gabriel’s stomach while on the outside of the ring, Jet suckers Eden in and drags her down face-first into the steel steps! Lucy looks across, clearly a little concerned about her new frenemy. Gabriel takes advantage, kicking her leg out from under her – she falls and he lifts his knee, connecting with the side of her head.

Covert Jay: "I can’t keep up! It’s so back and forth!"

Eden is leaning against the steps as Jet backs up – he runs and swings his boot at Eden’s face. She manages to roll out of the way just in time and turns over to stare wide-eyed at her former best friend.

Covert Jay: "I think Eden just realised Jet is playing for keeps here."

She staggers away as he advances, and she backs up against the ring apron – sliding her hand under the apron she pulls out a fire extinguisher and sprays it in Jet’s face. Gabriel turns around to see what’s going on, before turning back to Lucy and beginning what would be a complete repertoire of Suplexes. German… Belly to Belly… T-Bone… Clutch… Snap… Half Nelson.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Jet leans back against the steps. Eden backs up and hurls the metal cannister at Jet who manages to roll out of the way. The clang rings out through the arena, and this time it’s Jet’s turn to stare wide eyed. He slowly pushes himself up to his feet, as he and Eden face off… And then…

Leiberjosch: "The crowd just exploded!"

Covert Jay: "Eden and Jet have just gone wild with a lock up and right hands. Neither one getting any kind of advantage."

As the suplex fest continues in the ring, Eden and Jet break apart in order to gain some kind of advantage. Jet swings a wild right hand at Eden who ducks and swings her boot north. There is an audiable groan as she tilts her head and smiles, her foot still buried in Jet’s crown jewels.

Vinegar: "Oh come on… That’s just not on!"

Back in the ring, an already tired looking Lucy staggers up again – Gabriel goes for another suplex, this time a half-nelson suplex, but instinct kicks in and Lucy wraps her foot around the ropes. Gabriel breaks down the block with several forearm blows to the back of her neck before trying again – but once more, Lucy blocks. He let’s go and backs off.

Vinegar: "Gabriel looking to end things early… Lucy turns around!"

Leiberjosch: "Freudian Slip!"

Covert Jay: "NO!"

Lucy ducked out of the way of the kick and when Gabriel landed he was met with a hugh spinning heel kick. Gabriel hit the mat hard, and Lucy took full control. She straddled him and begin hitting right hand after right hand – and then she was off him, and Gabriel was staggering up – he turned into a Springbaord Leg Lariat, followed closely by a shining Wizard.

1… 2.. NO!

Vinegar: "Baal get’s a shoulder up at two!"

On the outside, Eden’s attention was taken by Gabriel’s kick out, but her lapse in concentration gave Jet the chance he needed. He hit her with a three left and a right hook combo. She staggered backwards, before he hit her with a Roundhouse that almost took her head off – she fell backwards, her head colliding with the mat.

Covert Jay: "That was vicious!"

Vinegar: "Somers is not messing around."

He doesn’t back off – he mounts Eden and begins to drill right hand after right hand into the temple of her head. Everyone making her eyes roll in her head. With each one, his trepidation slips away until he reigns blows down upon her. He pulls back for a huge shot, but stops short as Lucy Wylde falls bodily on him. Inside the ring, Gabriel leans on the ropes having reversed an Irish whip sending Lucy in Jet’s direction

Vinegar: "Is that classed as interference?"

Leiberjosch: "Nothing was said about… Partners? Is it partners? You know what I mean… Nothing was said about partners touching one another."

Gabriel slides outside and quickly checks on Eden, she nods that she’s okay as Lucy gets to her feet. Gabriel moves towards her, but notices Jet walking towards Eden. He sneers somewhat, as he turns and hits Catatonia!

Vinegar: "Oh my god!"

Covert Jay: "Eden pushed Jet out of the way and took the full force of that Superkick."

Gabriel’s eyes widen in horror as he realises what he’s done – but he doesn’t have anytime to check on Eden as he’s hit with a huge spear out of nowhere from Lucy Wylde. He kicks his legs a and holds his stomach as he rolls around on the outside. Meanwhile, Jet senses an opportunity and drags Eden up by the hair. He rolls her inside of the ring.

Vinegar: "Eden and Jet inside, Gabriel and Lucy outside – I don’t know what to follow!"

On the outside, Lucy backs up – she begins to run and swings her boot for Keep your Chin Up! But Gabriel slips out of the way and sweeps her standing leg bringing her down hard on the ground. In the ring, Jet is measuring slow, vicious stomps to the back of Eden’s head. With every one, she crawls towards the ropes, but Jet doesn’t back off, each one coming from a little higher than the last.

Baal: “Somers! SOMERS STOP!”

Vinegar: "Baal is trying to get Jet to back off, but he’s having none of it."

Jet continues to bring his boot down on the back of Eden’s head and her eyes continue to roll. Outside of the ring, Gabriel turns his attentions to Lucy – clearly hoping to end the match quickly and help his partner and friend. He rolls Lucy into the ring and follows in after her – except too much time has elapsed. Lucy is on her feet and as Baal slides inside, she swings her boot and connects with his head – a huge Keep Your Chin up almost knocks Gabriel’s head off.

Vinegar: "Can Lucy capitalise?"

Jet watches smiling as a Lucy slowly crawls over to Gabriel and places an arm over him.

1… 2… NO!

The distraction of two matches at once work in Eden’s favour this time as she’s up – noticing Lucy crawling towards the pin, she springs into action as she leaps into a headscissors takedown! Jet flips over and his legs land hard against Lucy’s back and break up the pin! The referee calls it as no interference and lets the match continue.

Vinegar: "I think the stalls been set folks – this referee isn’t going to call interference unless it’s blatant."

Leiberjosch: "Would you want to end someone’s career or title hopes on a cloudy decision? No thanks."

And now the pace picks up with Jet back to his feet – Eden is still staggering some as Lucy gets back to her feet too. Jet’s back is to Eden as she jumps onto his back and hits Entropy! The crowd pop, as at the same time, Lucy Wylde hits Gabriel with a Fisherman’s buster.

Vinegar: "Eden and Lucy just… Staring at each other!"

Covert Jay: "Someone make a damn pin!"

As if finally shaking clear some kind of fog, both drop to the mat into the pin. Lucy gets there first…

Vinegar: "1… 2… NO! Gabriel gets a shoulder up!"

The referee slides over to Eden’s pin.

Covert Jay: "1… 2… Thr… NO! Jet gets a shoulder up!"

Both Lucy and Eden are jawing at the referee – Eden because if she’d have had first pin, she’d have Jet beaten, and Lucy because she felt the referee delayed starting hers. Lucy and Eden slowly began to focus on one another – slowly begin to shout insults at one another. On the ground, Gabriel and Jet begin to stir – each begins to get to their feet.

Covert Jay: "Least everyone is in one place! Keeping up with this has been damn hard!"

Leiberjosch: "I need a pretzel."

Vinegar: "I can’t believe you two."

Eden notices Gabriel getting to his feet and turns to face Jet – he catches her with a huge headbutt to the face. Eden staggers against Lucy, but doesn’t touch. Gabriel spins Lucy around but is caught with a spinning heel kick. He falls back against the ropes and bounces off – Lucy side steps and Gabriel collides with the back of Eden’s head. She staggers forward as Jet hits the second ropes and hits her with the Jetstreamer!

Vinegar: "Oh my god! Eden has to be out cold!"

Covert Jay: "She rolled under the ropes but I don’t think she meant to."

Jet advances on her, but finds Gabriel stood between them. Every move that Jet makes, Gabriel mirrors staring an angry hole in his former Court bretheren. Lucy, is in the corner, but quickly steps in to intercept Gabriel – he rounds off with a huge right hand that staggers her backwards, but it’s all Jet needs. He begins to pull Eden from under the ropes and makes the cover!

1…

2…

Thre… NO! Eden gets a shoulder up!

Vinegar: "She’s still fighting! She won’t quit!"

Covert Jay: "Eden Morgan will never say die."

Jet stares at Eden, and then at Gabriel. He slowly pulls Eden up to her knees, before driving her into the mat with a huge DDT. He keeps his eye son Gabriel the entire time. Not breaking contact. Instead of going for the pin, Jet heads to the outside. Gabriel is beside himself, knowing he can’t get involved. And when Jet returns, he has a steel chair. He lays it out in the middle of the ring. He slowly pulls Eden to her feet and hooks her for another DDT, this time from a standing position. He falls backwards, driving Eden’s head into the mat.

Vinegar: "Baal looks broken here. There’s nothing he can do!"

Covert Jay: "And look at Lucy!"

As Gabriel is distracted, Lucy is outside of the ring – she pulls a table out from underneath the ring and slides it inside. Inside, Jet pulls Eden up for a third time… This time he sets the chair up standing, and as she staggers, her eyes swimming in and out of focus… Jet pulls her close to him and places a kiss on her forehead. He hooks her for a DDT a third time. His time he lifts her into the air with an elevated DDT and the chair crumples beneath her.

Vinegar: "Oh my god… She’s out! That has to be it… Someone call for the end of the match…"

Gabriel drops to his knees, his eyes focused on Eden… And then his lip begins to curl. Jet grins from his seated position as Eden twitches. Gabriel lets out a roar of anger, but as he lurches at Jet, for the second time in the match, Lucy hits Gabriel with a shining wizard!

Covert Jay: "Jet needs to make the cover."

Leiberjosch: "I’m not entirely sure Jet is interested in winning the match."

Lucy pulls Gabriel up to his feet and pulls the chair out from under Eden who rolls towards the ropes. As Gabriel pulls himself up against the table, Lucy swings the chair and connects with his skull. Gabriel falls back onto the table, his eyes rolling. Lucy looks at Gabriel and then at the turnbuckle. The fans seem to understand and will her on as she climbs out of the ropes and begins to ascend.

Vinegar: "Holy crap! Eden’s moving!"

Covert Jay: "She’s pulling herself up on the ropes."

As Lucy ascends, Jet turns his attentions back to a dazed and confused looking Eden – he reaches out, but somehow she manages to duck under his arm and drop to her back! Her foot connects with Jet’s jaw!

Leiberjosch: "She hit the Fall of Eden!"

Covert Jay: "Make the cover Eden! MAKE IT!"

Eden crawls towards Jet, but shakes her head as she spots Lucy preparing herself on the top rope. Eden pushes herself up and lurches, laying her body over Gabriel, knowing that Lucy can’t hit the move without forfeiting the match.

Leiberjosch: "Genius! Absolute genius!"

From the top rope, Lucy continues to shout down at Eden who refuses to move. She shakes her head slowly and wearily. Lucy contines to warn her, before swithing to pleading. Begging Eden to move – Eden holds on for dear life as the two women share a moment knowing that they’re at stalemate. Lucy shakes her head, and then stands up…

Vinegar: "Is she… She’s going to do it anyway!"

Covert Jay: "That will end the match!"

Lucy takes deep breath, looks out at the crowd and smiles as she shrugs. She leaps into the air, and begins to spin…

Covert Jay: "Calamity from the Skies!!"

Vinegar: "Jet’s up!"

Leiberjosch: "No! NO!"

Somers latches onto Eden and pulls – and in turn, she holds on to Gabriel. Both slide off the table towards the turnbuckle and onto the canvas. Lucy, with no way to pull out of the move, crashes through the wood hard.

Vinegar: "Oh my god! The impact! Lucy is out! Gabriel is out!"

Covert Jay: "But Eden and Jet are up!"

And whilst that was true, it was something of an overestimation. Eden’s eyes were already rolling and Jet was still feeling the effects of the Fall of Eden – they exchange slow right hands… Back and forth which start to pick up pace. Eden ducks one and spins out for the Fall of Eden, but Jet pulls back and reverses he grips Eden for Chaos in Motion! But Eden pushes him off – he hits the turnbuckle and Eden runs forward she hits the ropes and flips…

Vinegar: "BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!"

Covert Jay: "One!"

Leiberjosch: "TWO!"

Vinegar: "THR… NO!"

Jet gets his shoulder up at the last minute! On the far side of the ring, Gabriel and Lucy are exchanging blows themselves on the outside! They’re back and forth as Eden slowly staggers up to her feet. She wipes a single drop of blood from her nose as Jet gets up too – for the second time, she lines up for the Fall of Eden, but for the second time Jet spins out and pushes her away. He runs past her and she turns slowly, sluggishly…

Vinegar: "Oh god! No! NO! Jet just almost took Eden’s head off with the Jetstreamer!"

Jet takes a moment, before turning over the fallen Eden and making the cover.

Vinegar: "ONE!"

Gabriel slides inside the ring, leaving Lucy on one knee on the outside.

Covert Jay: "TWO!"

He scrambles to his knees, but knows he can’t do a thing to stop it!

Leiberjosch: "THRE… NO!"

Eden gets her shoulder up last minute. Gabriel begins to shout at Jet that enough is enough. But Somers ignores him. Eden rolls onto her stomach, her eyes are rolling. Gabriel is back up and he’s trying to get Jet’s attention, but the Lethal Weapon has eyes only for Eden. She tries and tries to push herself up, but she can’t… She just keep slipping. And now Lucy is in the ring, but rather than fighting Gabriel… She too is shouting at Jet. She grips his shoulder, but he pushes her away.

Vinegar: "Wait… No… Somers… Somers has something planned…"

Covert Jay: "Baal and Wylde can both see it… This needs to end."

Leiberjosch: "Get someone out here before he does permanent damage."

Jet’s eyes don’t lift off Eden as he waits… His eyes fill with tears, and his jaw clenches shut. He continues to ignore the pleas of Lucy and Gabriel. And finally, Eden looks in his direction. She smiles, and extends her fingers flexing them back and forth as if to say “come and get me.”

Jet looks her in the eye, tears filling his own, as he mouths the words “I’m sorry” and breaks into a run to hit a Lucy Wylde style punt kick.

Vinegar: "Oh… OH MY GOD!"

Leiberjosch: "Wait! WHAT?!"

As Jet reaches the middle of the ring he stops… The impact of a huge Gabriel Baal Catatonia stopping him in his tracks… He teeters for a second and falls sideways onto the canvas. A silence hangs for a moment, before the referee turns and calls for the bell.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, following a stoppage due to cross match interference… Your winners… Lucy Wylde… And Jet… Sommmmmmers!

Covert Jay: "Wait… Does that mean…"

Vinegar: "I think… It does… Baal is done! His career here in UGWC... IS OVER!."

Gabriel stands in the middle of the ring as Eden slowly begins to shake loose some of the cobwebs. He looks towards Lucy with a halfway smile. She looks back at him, he hand over her mouth – she looks down at Jet who rolls out of the ring onto the floor. Gabriel steps forward and grips her wrist – he lifts it into the air. She pulls it away form him, before wrapping her arms around him for a hug.

Vinegar: "Lucy showing some respect there for Gabriel Baal who sacrificed himself for Eden Morgan here tonight. God knows what injuries she could have suffered if Jet had connected with that punt."

Gabriel turns to face Eden, who is back on her feet now. She shakes her head again, before asking him what happened… Asking is it over. Gabriel nods, as Eden seems to remember what was about to happen… And then looks to the fallen Jet on the outside. She suddenly looks mutinous and rears back before clocking Gabriel with a huge slap.

And then she stumbles. He catches her – but she pushes away, not wanting help. He whispers in her ear, and she nods. He slowly opens the ropes and holds on to her as she steps underneath. He helps her off the apron, and slips his arm under her. She walks, with his support, slowly up the ramp.

Vinegar: "I think these people have just realised that this is the last time that either of these competitors may be in this ring – Eden Morgan is a mess, she has to take some serious time off."

Covert Jay: "Two great Champions, going out the only way they know how."

As they reach the top of the ramp, Eden pauses. She pushes away from Gabriel slightly, nodding that she’s okay. She turns to face the audience who began alternative chants of “Thank you Eden” and “Thank you Baal”. They stand side by side, hand in hand as they raise their arms together as a gesture of thanks.

Vinegar: "Some huge respect being shown for these two out here tonight."

And then Eden looks up at Gabriel, a huge smile on her face and tears in her eyes as she realises what it is that he gave up to protect her. And suddenly, her hands are on his neck, pulling his face towards hers and the crowed go crazy as Gabriel Baal and Eden Morgan share a kiss in front of the World.

Covert Jay: "Wait… Does… Does that mean she isn’t single?!"

And as the crowd cheer once more, Eden laughs with tear-soaked eyes. As she and Gabriel disappear through the curtain backstage.

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: The concurrent match was absolutely insane as we saw the careers of Eden Morgan and Gabriel Baal come to an end tonight.

Lieberjosch: I don’t think anyone will ever forget it.

Covert Jay: I wish I could…

Lieberjosch: Suck it up, buttercup.

Vinegar: Off the end of that, we’ll now see reigning Cross-Hemisphere Champion defend her championship against her very vocal and heated “frenemey”, Sarah Salena-Lacklan. To say that these two women have and odd, yet extremely contentious relationship would be an understatement.

Lieberjosch: Indeed. Lacklan believes that she never lost the Cross-Hemisphere Championship, which is technically true and resents that she’s never been given a proper shot at it.

Vinegar: She missed a lot of time from her knee injury. We couldn’t leave the Championship vacant the entire time.

Lieberjosch: I agree, but that doesn’t change the fact that she never got a rematch for it. She has a legitimate gripe.

Vinegar: How often to former champions get immediate rematches here? It’s not exactly common.

Lieberjosch: Well, we’re about to see if she can claim what she feels is rightfully her’s.

Vinegar: Yes we are. Let’s go to Mitchell Dennis.

Mitchell: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE UGWC CROSS HEMISPHERE CHAMPIONSHIP. INTRODUCING FIRST….



The lights go out as a red spotlight flashes down on the entrance area. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play over the PA system and a body steps out onto the entrance ramp. Kenzi Grey, the sexiest valet in the history of all sporting events, is wearing a #CoolKids t-shirt and stands in the spotlight for a moment, but then moves out of the way and gestures for a massive figure to step into the light as the guitars hit in earnest. The massive figure, nearly as wide as he is tall, is the mountainous REDD Thunder, and sitting atop his shoulders like Master Blaster from Mad Max is Sarah Lacklan. Sarah throws back her hood to show the white face and red eyes of the Red Queen. They make their way down the isle with the red spotlight following them as the rest of the arena stays dark. When they come to the ring, Sarah climbs off REDD's shoulders as Kenzi slides underneath the ropes and upon standing, Kenzi and Sarah stands nose to nose. Kenzi helps Sarah remove her robe to show the red skin-tight bodysuit beneath with the figure of a large firebird in flight on the back.

Mitchell Dennis: Standing in tonight at five feet, two inches tall and weighing in at one- hundred and forty-three pounds...she is the RED QUEEN...SARAH SELENA LACKLAN!!!!

Vinegar: Sarah has her game face on tonight. After a long history of jawing at each other as “frienemies”, they finally meet.

Lieberjosch: As I recall Magdalena said that a loss tonight wouldn’t prove that Sarah is better than her. I don’t see this match settling anything between them.

Vinegar: That’s an excellent point, Hans. They’ve both expressed… disdain for each other’s claims to the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. Sarah even went as far as to declare that Magdalena’s victories over Gabriel Baal and Jet Somers were tainted and that her win over Pierce was meaningless.

Lieberjosch: I can’t imagine that Pierce would look on that criticism too favorably.

Vinegar: Sarah called him a joke, which by extension makes Magdalena a joke by beating him.

Lieberjosch: I understand the psychology she was employing, Nicholas.

Covert Jay: I don’t. How does beating a joke make her a joke? Wouldn’t that make her a good joke at the very least?

Lieberjosch: That...I...what?

Covert Jay: If she beat a “joke” in Travis Pierce, then she’s better than him. If he’s a “joke”, that makes him a bad joke and her good joke.

Lieberjosch: I’m not sure if I should deride that comment for its astounding level of stupidity, or laud it for its completely accidental profundity.

Vinegar: That’s quite a conundrum you have there, Hans.

Lieberjosch: Indeed.

Vinegar: Well, I’m going to let you off of the hook for now, because Mitchell is ready to introduce Magdalena.

Mitchell: And our second competitor in this bout…

The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the arena’s public announce speakers as the artist Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain. Magdalena steps out into the center of an emerald spotlight wearing a long black dress. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and applies a dark cherry lipstick to her lips with the aid of a pocket mirror. The ramp in front of her lights up like a model’s runway. Lockheart struts down the ramp as if she’s modeling the dress, pausing briefly at the bottom to pose while flashbulbs go off all around her.

Mitchell Dennis: Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one-hundred and eleven pounds; from Inwood, New York - She is the FUTURE, the Artist known as MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Lockheart walks around the ring towards the camera side, moving all of the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.

But I got smarter, I got harder, In the knick of time.

And me I rose up from the dead I do it all the time.

I got a list of names, yours is in red underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice- Ooh!

Lockheart grabs her dress with both hands and on beat with the song, she rips the dress down the center! Another green spotlight shines straight down on her as glittering, sparkling confetti rains down from the ceiling onto the crowd. Flashes go off from all of the hungry cell phone cameras in attendance as Lockheart sheds the rest of her dress and reveals her slim waistline beneath. Lockheart pauses for a few moments to allow the crowd to snap more photographs before entering the ring.

Vinegar: She does know how to make an entrance.

Covert Jay: She sure does…

Lieberjosch: Damn it, Jay. You’re drooling on the table.

Vinegar: Settle down, Jay.

Covert Jay: I can’t help it.

Lieberjosch: You can, you just choose not to.

Vinegar: There’s the bell and here we go! Whichever woman wins tonight will be the NEW Cross-Hemisphere Champion.

Lieberjosch: And instantly hated by the other woman.

Covert Jay: That’s ok. She can comfort herself with me.

Lieberjosch: You really are quite creepy sometimes.

Vinegar: If Sarah wins tonight, it will kick off her second reign as Cross-Hemisphere Champion, while a victory by Magdalena will allow her to continue her second reign as champion, which dates back to “Battlegound” in October.

Lieberjosch: That was an insane match. I have to give her credit for taking everything that Jet Somers threw at her before finally putting him away.

Vinegar: It was quite a showing and although Sarah has told everyone why Magdalena doesn’t deserve to hold the Cross-Hemisphere Championship, deep down she knows that Magdalena is an incredibly deserving champion.

Lieberjosch: Perhaps, but she’s not on the level of “The Red Queen”.

Vinegar: I disagree and I know that Magdalena does, too.

Covert Jay: If they keep circling each other, we’ll never find out.

Vinegar: It’s a careful start. Both women know what they’re up against. I don’t expect this to be a highly technical match. I’m fully expecting a brawl.

Lieberjosch: Magdalena had better be smart and avoid that. She’s giving up about thirty pounds to Sarah.

Covert Jay: Fat shaming!

Lieberjosch: Are you serious? There’s not an ounce of fat on either of them. It’s muscle, a lot of it in her legs. Sarah Lacklan is a dangerous striker and Magdalena had better be conscious of that.

Vinegar: Sarah throws a quick snap roundhouse as if to remind Magdalena of it and points at her leg for emphasis. Magdalena smirks at her and throws a lightning fast snap front kick, then points at her leg.

Lieberjosch: A little early gamesmanship. I like it.

Covert Jay: I like their legs.

Lieberjosch: I’d like it if you’d stop being so creepy.

Covert Jay: Well, Doc, one of us is going to be disappointed tonight.

Lieberjosch: I’m disappointed every night that I’m stuck next to you.

Vinegar: The two ladies trade feints, as Sarah darts in and throws another roundhouse at Magdalena. Magdalena easily sidesteps it and throws another snap kick that she stops less than an inch from Sarah’s bad knee. Sarah glares at her and says something about it being a “cheap shot”.

Lieberjosch: I don’t think that Magdalena’s response was all that helpful.

Vinegar: No, Sarah definitely didn’t like being shrugged at.

Covert Jay: I’d never shrug at her…

Vinegar: Right...that somewhat creepy point aside, the two women circle, throwing both physical and verbal jabs at each other. None of them appear to be landing.

Lieberjosch: Not yet. When they do, everyone will know it.

Vinegar: Sarah suddenly shoots in at Magdalena and tries to roll her up. She gets a quick “one” before Magdalena aggressively kicks out and kips up to her feet. Sarah backs up a step and smiles, clearly pleased with herself as she points at her head. Magdalena responds with a nod.

Lieberjosch: More mind games.

Covert Jay: I wouldn’t mind playing games with them.

Lieberjosch: Really, Jay. It’s getting to be a bit much.

Covert Jay: What? Games, you know…like Canasta.

Lieberjosch: Somehow I doubt that you had Canasta in mind with that remark.

Vinegar: Doubtful. The two begin to circle each other again. This time it’s Magdalena who shoots in as she throws a stiff looking kick towards Sarah’s bad knee. Sarah dodges it, but slips on the canvas and drops to a knee. Magdalena leaps up…

Fans: OHHHHH!!!!

Lieberjosch: That was quite an… escalation.

Vinegar: You’re absolutely right, Hans. The only reason that “Lacrimosa” missed was because Magdalena wanted it to.

Covert Jay: Ohhhh! She gone and done it now!

Lieberjosch: Please drop the fake southern drawl, Jay. It’s unbecoming, even of a buffoon such as yourself.

Vinegar: Sarah gets to her feet and glares angrily at Magdalena, who smirks in reply. Sarah drops all pretense of mind games and blitzes at Magdalena as she throws a barrage of rights and lefts that slowly backs her into the corner. She continues the assault, throwing hands with incredible speed and precision…

Covert Jay: Cop Killah!! Cop KIllah! Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!

Lieberjosch: Would you stop jumping up and down like such an ass and sit down!

Vinegar: That was quite a...dated reference, Jay.

Covert Jay: It’s appropriate. Maggie is blocked most of those punches, but that “Cop Killa” caught her flush in the jaw.

Vinegar: It did, and very loudly. Magdalena might be out on her feet.

Lieberjosch: She might be. Her legs look wobbly as she moves out of the corner.

Vinegar: Sarah stands and gloats for a moment, then pats Magdalena on the side of the face...

Covert Jay: Cop Killah! Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Lieberjosch: Again with the dated reference. At least you moved up a couple of decades that time.

Vinegar: Sarah watches Magdalena wobble on her feet with a smirk on her face. She darts in and out and feints a few more shots, but doesn’t land any. She smiles to herself triumphantly, then winds up and throws another “Cop Killa”.

Lieberjosch: This one appears to have a little extra “umph” behind it. She’s going for an early win.

Vinegar: Counter by Magdalena!

Lieberjosch: It would seem as if she was playing possum.

Vinegar: Magdalena batied Sarah in and then nearly Judo threw her out of her boots. She transitions into a mount and begins to brarrage her with punches as Sarah tries to protect herself.

Lieberjosch: Chartreuse needs to gain control of her before she hurts Sarah.

Vinegar: Give it a rest, Hans. You wouldn’t care if the situation was reversed.

Lieberjosch: Probably not, but Sarah deserves another run as the Cross-Hemisphere Championship.

Vinegar: I take nothing away from her as a wrestler, but why is she entitled to it?

Lieberjosch: She never really lost it. She had to forfeit it due to injury. She’s the uncrowned champion.

Vinegar: Get over yourself. Everyone felt bad for Sarah when she had to surrender the Cross-Hemisphere Championship due to injury, but that doesn’t entitle her to be Cross-Hemisphere Champion.

Lieberjosch: She never lost it! Maggie just took advantage of it!

Vinegar: By that logic, every champion who held it after she surrendered it was a fraud.

Lieberjosch: If the shoe fits.
Vinegar: I’ll be sure to pass that along to Alan Wallace, Lucy Wylde and Travis Pierce.

Lieberjosch: Well, two out of three were worthy.

Vinegar: Which one wasn’t in your view?

Lieberjosch: I choose to not say.

Vinegar: Of course you do. Meanwhile in the ring, Magdalena yanks Sarah up from the mat by her arm and Judo throws her back to the mat.

Lieberjosch: That was some “thud” when she landed.

Vinegar: Magdalena yanks her off of the mat again and delivers a vicious kick to her chin, then grabs her by the back of her head, pushes her down and begins to lay in a series of vicious knee strikes to her chest and ribs.

Covert Jay: Those hurt me just hearing them.

Vinegar: I’m sure they hurt Sarah more. Magdalena punctuates her knee strikes by throwing Sarah into the corner. He charges in after her and buries a shoulder in Sarah’s already softened core, then rolls out and drops her with a leaping forearm.

Lieberjosch: Magdalena is rolling now, but Sarah wisely rolls from the ring and buys herself a few seconds to recover.

Vinegar: She has to be careful. Brian Chartreuse has already started the count.

Lieberjosch: If Magdalena was smart, she’d stay in the ring and let Sarah get counted out.

Vinegar: She doesn’t want to retain that way. She’s a fighting champion and wants to hold the championship the right way!

Lieberjosch: There’s no room for emotions when one is a champion.

Vinegar: Magdalena steps out onto the apron and tells Sarah to get up. She stares down at her then steps back in and quickly back out to break the count. Sarah is starts to move on the floor as Magdalena lines her up for an attack.

Lieberjosch: She needs to be careful here.

Vinegar: Sarah crawls closer to the ring, then steps up and stumbles towards it. Magdalena breaks into a run and rears back with her left foot.

THUD

Fans: OHHHHHH!!!!

Lieberjosch: Brilliant! The Firestarter baited Magdalena in and then dropped the hammer on her!

Covert Jay: Hammer? Wouldn’t that get her disqualified?

Lieberjosch: You’re such a moron.

Vinegar: Sarah laid a trap and Magdalena walked into it. As hard as her head smacked off of the ring apron

Covert Jay: Which is the hardest…

Lieberjosch: Don’t say it.

Cover Jay: part..

Lieberjosch: I’m warning you.

Vinegar: You’re not going to break into song about how Hans’ mom is an unpleasant person, are you?

Lieberjosch: My mother is a saint, thank you!

Covert Jay: of the...

Lieberjosch: One more word out of you and I’ll bounce your head off of this table.

Vinegar: Sarah rolls back into the ring, then quickly rolls out and pulls Magdalena off of the floor. She picks her up and throws her head first into the ringside barrier. She could have injured Magdalena!

Lieberjosch: You do what it takes to win.

Vinegar: She rolls back into the ring and quickly back out, breaking Chartreuse’s count again. She looks down with obvious satisfaction at Magdalena’ who’s writhing in pain on the floor. She pulls up Magdalena, who can barely stand right now, whips around and viciously throws her into the ring steps. Magdalena crashes into them head and shoulder first and crumples to the floor. Referee Brian Chartreuse slides out of the ring and runs up to them, putting himself between Sarah and Magdalena.

Lieberjosch: Damn it, Chartreuse, stop interfering! Sarah is on the cusp of taking her championship back!

Vinegar: It’s not HER championship!

Lieberjosch: It’s about to be.

Vinegar: Chartreuse orders Sarah away from Magdalena. She begrudgingly obeys as Chartreuse checks on the reigning Cross-Hemisphere Champion.

Lieberjosch: This is an outrage! Sarah has a golden opportunity to reclaim her Cross-Hemisphere Championship and Brian Chartreuse is putting his ego over his responsibilities by putting himself front and center in this match!

Vinegar: Are you serious right now? Magdalena may be injured and Brian Chartreuse is doing his job right now!

Lieberjosch: Nonsense! His job is to count pinfalls and nothing else!

Vinegar: His job is also to protect the talent and he’s one of the finest referees in the world partially because he’s so good at it!

Lieberjosch: Sheer foolishness.

Covert Jay: Chartreuse looks to be gesturing towards the back to ask for help

Vinegar: Yes, but Magdalena interrupts him by putting a hand on his arm. She’s insisting on continuing.

Lieberjosch: More foolishness. She should do the smart thing and forfeit. There’s no shame in being smart.

Vinegar: You’re disgusting.

Covert Jay: Magalena is actually pulling herself to her feet! How’s the moving?

Lieberjosch: Sarah looks furious and she should be! Chartreuse is costing her a chance to win!

Vinegar: Come off of that crap. Chartreuse orders Sarah back into the ring as he checks on Magdalena, who is almost to her feet. Sarah slides back in and comes to her feet as Chartreuse asks Magdalena if she’s good to continue.

Lieberjosch: Again, insist that she should forfeit.

Vinegar: Thankfully you’re not the Referee here, or the Creative Director.

Lieberjosch: I should have fired Chartreuse when I had the chance.

Covert Jay: Magdalena just rolled back into the ring, but she still looks like she’s a bit woozy.

Vinegar: She took two vicious shots to her head. She might have a concussion right now. It’s amazing that she’s even on her feet.

Lieberjosch: She’s an idiot.

Covert Jay: You’re an idiot. She’s a fighter.

Vinegar: Magdalena comes up to her feet and slumps back against the corner. Brian asks her if she’s good to go and she nods “yes”, although he clearly doesn’t believe her. He shakes his head and tells Sarah that the match is back on.

Lieberjosch: Good. Stop playing favorites, Chartreuse. You’re a disgrace to your profession when you do that.

Vinegar: Sometimes, Hans, your favoritism is utterly disgusting.

Lieberjosch: I call it right down the middle.

Vinegar: Hardly. Sarah charges at Magdalena and immediately lands a knee to her chin, which knocks her back into the corner. Sarah pulls her up and connects with a double-knee facebreaker that sends her back into the corner, then yanks her up, throws her into the opposite corner and drills her in the side of her head with with a step up enziguri.

Covert Jay: Magdalena is reeling right now.

Lieberjosch: Sarah has to put her away.

Vinegar: If the look on her face is any indication, she agrees with you. She drags Magdalena out to center ring and drives a stiff kick into her chest, then talks trash for good measure.

Lieberjosch: She’s getting fired up. Sarah has to be careful not to let her emotions get the better of her.

Vinegar: I agree with you there.

Lieberjosch: Sarah lays in another kick for good measure as Magdalena appears to sit helplessly on her knees in center ring.

Covert Jay: Where’s Sarah going?

Lieberjosch: For pizza.

Covert Jay: Nice! I love pizza!

Lieberjosch: God you’re stupid.

Vinegar: Shining Wizard from Sarah! Magdalena is sprawled out on the mat! Sarah drops down for the pin. Here’s Chartreuse with the count…

Lieberjosch: ONE!

Covert Jay: TWO!!

Vinegar: TH...Magdalena kicked out!

Covert Jay: How in the hell did she do that?

Lieberjosch: That was Sarah’s doing for not putting enough pressure on the pinning predicament.

Vinegar: Maybe, maybe not. Either way, she hasn’t won yet and she’s clearly annoyed by it.

Lieberjosch: It was a slow count.

Vinegar: Give it a rest, Oliver Stone. Not every outcome you dislike is a conspiracy.

Lieberjosch: In this case, it is.

Vinegar: Whatever. Sarah gets up and barks at Chartreuse to count better, then pulls Magdalena up and twists her around.

Lieberjosch: It looks like she’s going for “The Abyss”. This will be over if she hits it.

Vinegar: Sarah patronizingly pats Magdalena on the side of her face….ABYSS!!

Lieberjosch: That’s it, we have a new Cross-Hemisphere Champion!

Covert Jay: Sarah hooks Magdalena’s leg…

Vinegar: ONE!

Covert Jay: TWO!!

Lieberjosch: She kicked out AGAIN!!! Come on, Chartreuse! Do your damned job!

Vinegar: Sarah pounds her fists on the mat in frustration, then yanks Magdalena up by her hair and slaps her hard in the face. She pulls her up and sets her up for another “Abyss”.

Lieberjosch: No...she’s not.

Vinegar: She’s transitioning it into her father’s brainbuster!

Covert Jay: There’s no way that Magdalena survives this.

Vinegar: Abyss Brainbuster!

Lieberjosch: Chartreuse drops for the pin!

Covert Jay: One!

Lieberjosch: Two!!

Vinegar: Thr...NO!

Lieberjosch: She didn’t kick out, what happened?

Vinegar: Magdalena got her foot onto the bottom rope!

Lieberjosch: I…

Vinegar: You can’t blame that one Brian Chartreuse. Sarah dropped her too close to the ropes and Magdalena somehow had enough ring awareness to get her right foot onto the bottom rope.

Covert Jay: Sarah is beside herself.

Lieberjosch: Her temper is boiling over. This works to Magdalena’s advantage...what little advantage she can make use of in this situation.

Vinegar: She needs to focusing on Brian Chartreuse and focus on Magdalena. This is a considerable tactical mistake.

Lieberjosch: You’re right that it’s a mistake, but this is Chartreuse’s fault.

Vinegar: The hell it is! Sarah dropped Magdalena too close to the ropes with that brainbuster and Magdalena somehow had the presence of mind to get her bottom foot onto it. That’s no one else’s fault but Sarah’s.

Lieberjosch: Unfortunately for her, Magdalena is moving and still appears to have a lot of fight left in her.

Vinegar: Sarah pushes past Chartreuse and charges at the corner like an enraged animal. She leaps right as Magdalena gets to her feet.

Covert Jay: Crash and burn!

Vinegar: Magdalena moved! Sarah crashes knee first into the turnbuckle and her momentum flips her over the turnbuckle and out to the floor where she crashes hard!

Lieberjosch: I think her head might have bounced off of the floor when she landed! She could be hurt! Chartreuse you have to stop this and check on her!

Vinegar: My, my, my. How the tables have turned.

Covert Jay: Magdalena just slumped back down into the corner! She’s stlll shaking the cobwebs out!

Lieberjosch: I knew she was still hurt! I knew it!

Vinegar: Jeez, Hans. Don’t celebrate it too hard.

Covert Jay: Chartreuse is sliding out to check on Sarah.

Vinegar: Sarah shoves him away and stumbles to the ring apron. She starts to slide in…

Covert Jay: Where’s Magdalena going?

Lieberjosch: It would appear, miraculously and stupidly that she’s going to the top.

Vinegar: Sarah momentarily slides back out of the ring and drops to the floor, then shakes her head and goes to slide back in.

Lieberjosch: She’s almost in!

Covert Jay: HOLY SHIT!

Lieberjosch: That was unbelievable!

Vinegar: Magdalena connected with an absolutely insane flying elbow from the top that landed right in the middle of Sarah’s back!

Lieberjosch: Except that they’re both down now! She can’t win that way!

Covert Jay: They’re both down on the outside now.

Vinegar: Sarah is arching her back and yelling in pain while Magalena is motionless on the floor.

Lieberjosch: Who’s going to make it back into the ring first?

Vinegar: Chartreuse has started his count.

Covert Jay: It would be a real shame to see this match end in a double count out.

Vinegar: I agree.

Lieberjosch: Chartreuse is up to three and Magdalena’s foot just kicked off of the floor.

Covert Jay: Sarah is up to her hands and knees, but her back is clearly in a lot of pain.

Vinegar: Chartreuse is up to six and neither woman looks like she’s close to getting back into the ring.

Lieberjosch: They’re both inching towards the ring as Chartreuse gets to eight.

Vinegar: It’s a miracle that either of them are even moving at all.

Lieberjosch: Both of them slap their hands onto the mat as Chartreuse gets to to nine.

Covert Jay: How in the hell did they do that?!!

Vinegar: Both women slide into the ring at the exact same time right as Brian Chartreuse was about to count “ten”. Both of them are showing incredibly fortitude tonight!

Lieberjosch: It’s all about the Cross-Hemisphere Championship! It’s that important to them!

Vinegar: You’re absolutely right, Hans!

Lieberjosch: Of course I am.

Vinegar: Right. Magdalena somehow gets to her feet first. She sizes Sarah up as Sarah slowly gets to her feet, clearly in immense pain from that flying elbow drop to her back.

Covert Jay: BEAT RUSH!!!!

Lieberjosch: Both that discus elbow smash and spinning back elbow caught Sarah flush on the jaw.

Vinegar: She staggers back into the ropes and bounces off…”BLACK STAR”!!!

Lieberjosch: Once again she catches Sarah flush in the head with it!

Covert Jay: The impact nearly knocked Sarah from the ring!

Vinegar: Magdalena slowly gets to her feet and pulls Sarah out of the corner. She pulls Sarah up…

Covert Jay: EVENT HORIZON!!!

Lieberjosch: That’s the fourth straight hard shot that Sarah has taken to the head. She’s nearly out on her feet.

Covert Jay: I have no idea how she’s still conscious.

Vinegar: Magdalena lifts Sarah up with the toe of her foot...LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!

Covert Jay: She drops down for the pin!

Fans: ONE!!

Lieberjosch: TWO!!!

Vinegar: THRE….HOW IN THE HELL??!!!

Lieberjosch: Sarah kicked out of it! Somehow she kicked out after five straight shots to the head!

Covert Jay: Magdalena looks equal parts shocked and...remorseful?

Vinegar: They may be “frenemies”, this may be a personal, but I don’t think that Magdalena wants to put her on the shelf.

Covert Jay: Sarah is still on the mat.

Vinegar: Both women are clearly in tremendous pain and completely exhausted.

Lieberjosch: They both have every right to be. This has been an insane slugfest.

Vinegar: Magdalena is up to her knees now as she looks almost sadly at Sarah, who still hasn’t moved.

Covert Jay: What’s she looking at?

Lieberjosch: I think she’s thinking about going up top!

Covert Jay: How is she able to at this point?

Vinegar: Guts, Jay. Sure, unadulterated guts.

Covert Jay: Amazing.

Vinegar: Magdalena ascends to the top rope and looks down at Sarah, who has just started to stir on the canvas.

Lieberjosch: If she connects with anything here, I don’t see Sarah kicking out of it.

Covert Jay: Sarah is up to her hands and knees…

Lieberjoch: Magdalena leaps…

Fans: ...

Vinegar: FINAL HEAVEN!!! FINAL HEAVEN!!! SHE HIT IT!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Lieberjosch: That’s it. Sarah has to be done. She has to be.

Vinegar: Magdalena stumbles to her feet and falls back into the ropes before she uses them to push herself upright. She wobbles over to Sarah and pushes her over onto her back then collapses on top of her.

Lieberjosch: Quite literally.

Covert Jay: Here’s Chartreuse with the count!

Fans: ONE!!!

Lieberjosch: TWO!!!!

Vinegar: THREE!!!! SHE DID IT!! After an absolute war in that ring, Magalena Lockheart has pinned Sarah Selena-Lackland to retain the Cross-Hemisphere Championship!!

Mitchell Dennis: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AND STILL UGWC CROSS-HEMISPHERE CHAMPION…. “THE ARTIST” MAGALENA LOOOCK-HEARRRRRTTT!!!!!!

Vinegar: What an amazing match! Both women should be proud of their efforts. We need to take a few moments to get medical personnel down here to check on both women.

Covert Jay: Stick around, folks!

Vinegar: Our MAIN EVENT, the Ladder Match for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship is NEXT!!!

Maggie Lockheart - 7.40

Sarah Lacklan - 7.31

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: What an amazing night it has been here at Horizons, as it always is.

Lieberjosch: An emotional night to be sure, congratulations to all the winners, but it is time now for the main event.

Covert Jay: The World Heavyweight Title has been suspended above the ring, and the winner will be the ninja that finds a way to ascend to the title and pull it down.

The lights dim as soft ambient, electronic sounds escape the PA system. After a modest crescendo, the sounds are invaded by a dueling duet between a rhythmic, aggressive guitar riff and high notes from a piano. After a few rounds of call-and-response, the guitar claims victory by expanding the riff while the background continues to build until a single flash of bright lights resets the scene as Claudio Sanchez’s voice commands the audience’s attention.

All nonbelievers stand aside in fear
A new day’s marching through the door

As the momentary flash fades and the house lights normalize, Kem Dynamo bursts through the entryway, fired up and excited to reunite with the #UnifiedUniverse. Kem makes her way slowly down to ringside, interacting with fans in the front few rows while the camera bounces between watching her arrive and cutting to signs in the audience showing support for The Outlier.

You’ve come so far from innocence
Provided all the consequence
Only what does it matter now

At the pre-chorus, Kem turns her attention towards the ring and takes a few steps to pick up a run before sliding under the bottom rope then rolling through to a kneeling pose that hits the center of the ring right on the downbeat of the chorus.

’Cause you’re going hooooooome
You’re running freeeeeeeee

Inside the ring, Kem continues to pose for and engage with the crowd as the chorus plays before climbing a random turnbuckle and joining the crowd in an arena-wide rendition of the song’s “WOAH OH WAH OH WA-OH WA-OH” before jumping down and bolting to an opposite corner to do it one more time with the other side of the audience.

Energized by the support of the #UnifiedUniverse, Kem turns her attention to the match at hand as the music fades out.

Dennis: The following contest is your Horizons main event, and is a Ladder Match for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, she is the 2018 Battleground Winner, KEMMMM DYYYYNNNNAAMMMOOO!!!

Vinegar: Kem Dynamo not only won Battleground, she also won the Massive Melee earlier this year, quite a breakout year for this young woman.

Covert Jay: And don’t forget, she is a former WrestleStock Cup Winner, an impressive list of accolades for her already at a young age.

Lieberjosch: I’m not taking anything away from any of that, those are tremendous accomplishments, we have multiple Hall of Famers that haven’t done those things, but championship gold has eluded Kem to this point of her career here in UGWC, and now she is set to compete in the highest pressure imaginable, the main event of Horizons. Let’s just hope she doesn’t Kem it.

Vinegar: “Kem it?”

Lieberjosch: Kemming it is the process by which you go on a wildly good run and then fall flat on your face when it matters.

Vinegar: That’s terrible.

Lieberjosch: It’s very terrible when it happens, yes.

Vinegar: That’s not what I meant and you know it.

The lights go out, and stay out for a few seconds, before a lone spotlight begins to shine down upon the stage. As the music first starts out, fireworks go off around the area that the spotlight showcases. Up through the flooring of the stage rises 'Vain' Alan Wallace - a buxom blonde standing to his left, and a gorgeous brunette standing to his right. As the lift that they are being raised by comes to a stop, the two women drop to their knees and turn towards him, running their hands down his chest and abs, before giving each other a kiss. Vain tosses the hood of his robe back, revealing that beautiful money maker of his, and then throws his arms up in the air as he begins walking towards the ring, and his two harlots make their way backstage. Upon entering the ring, he spins around in a circle with his arms raised high, basking in the reaction of the people. He then prepares for the task in front of him, as his music begins to fade out.

Dennis: And her opponent, he is the reigning AND defending World Heavyweight Champion, Arrogance Personified, the Weapon of Mass Seduction, the Prognosticator of the Bro Hug, the Vain One, ALLLANNNN WALLLLLLLACCCCCCCEEEEEEEE!!!!

Vinegar: Kem Dynamo has referred to Alan Wallace as the “end boss” of her year here in UGWC, and I have to say that seems a very appropriate way to put it.

Lieberjosch: Vain is a three-time UGWC World Heavyweight Champion and this is his third time headlining Horizons, so I would have to agree. There is no more appropriate person to be in this position, the “end boss” position as it were, than Vain.

Covert Jay: But is this Vain or Glenn?

Vinegar: This is the main event of Horizons, I think we can safely assume it is the real Vain.

Covert Jay: You know what happens when you assume.

Vinegar: Yes.

Covert Jay: You make an ass out of you and Hans.

Vinegar: Thank you for clarifying.

Lieberjosch: Wrap your towel a little tighter.

DING DING!!

Vinegar: Dynamo and Wallace staring at each other across the ring, this crowd is at a fever pitch for this, the main event of Horizons!

Covert Jay: A place in history for the victor, and leftovers in the cafeteria for the loser!

Vinegar: They lock up and grapple in the center of the ring, side headlock applied by Dynamo, transitioned into a hammerlock, countered through by Wallace into one of his own, but Dynamo knocks him away with an elbow.

Lieberjosch: Dynamo off the ropes, knocks Vain down with a shoulder tackle. She comes off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline, off the ropes again and feints the Bad Luck Charm, Vain backpeddles out of range.

Vinegar: Dynamo turns and steps through the ropes to head outside, Wallace rushes and grabs her through the ropes around the waist, but Dynamo delivers a series of clubbing blows until he releases, sends him staggering into the corner with a right hand.

Covert Jay: Kem comes back in as Vain has backed into a corner, and she delivers a chop to the chest. Kem whips Vain to the opposite corner and gives chase, but Vain moves out of the way and she slams shoulder first against the post.

Lieberjosch: Vain delivers a German suplex, and takes a moment as he gets back to his feet to assure the crowd that his back is okay.

Vinegar: Wallace delivers a clothesline that sends Dynamo over the top rope, only to land on the apron, using the ropes to steady herself.

Covert Jay: Vain spring-ninjas over the ropes and takes her off the apron with a crossbody tackle all the way to the floor!

Vinegar: Wallace rolls right to his feet and delivers a few stomps to Dynamo, now he brings her to her feet and slams her head off the apron.

Lieberjosch: Vain slaps Dynamo on the back of the head and taunts her, and now he whips her towards a standing ladder at the bottom of the ramp, but she safely scales it a few steps!

Vinegar: Dynamo backflips off the ladder, catching Wallace in the face with a kick!

Covert Jay: Modified Neverender, the deceptive mobility of the challenger on full display.

Vinegar: Dynamo delivers a pair of blows to the head before pulling Wallace back up, she goes to whip him back towards the ring, but Wallace reverses it and sends Dynamo shoulder first into the ringpost!

Lieberjosch: Second time Dynamo’s shoulder has made hard contact with part of the ring post, that could pose a real problem in a match where she is going to need her arms to climb.

Vinegar: Wallace picking up the ladder for first time in this match, bringing it towards the ring as Dynamo has stumbled back to her feet. Wallace charges at her with the ladder!

Covert Jay: But Kem takes him down with a drop toe hold, and Vain is driven face first into the ladder he was trying to use as a weapon himself!

Vinegar: Dynamo picks up a second ladder from ringside, comes back and stands over Wallace with it, but he pops up, pulling her legs out from under her, she drops the ladder on her own chest!

Lieberjosch: And he turns her over into Vanity at its Finest! This won’t win the match for Vain, but it is doing damage to Dynamo, wearing her down, that could pave the way to victory for the champion!

Vinegar: Wallace slams her legs down and stomps on her back, and now he places a ladder against the ropes and rolls into the ring, pulling the ladder in from the other side.

Covert Jay: Dynamo back on her feet, she runs, jumps, and yanks down the end of the ladder that is sticking out of the ring, slingshotting the other end of the ladder directly into Vain’s face!

Vinegar: Dynamo into the ring, brings the ladder completely in, sets it up in the center of the ring and starts to climb.

Lieberjosch: Vain back to his feet, he’s bleeding from the mouth from where he just got blasted with the ladder, and he climbs the ladder behind Dynamo, clubbing her in the back.

Vinegar: Wallace steps off the ladder and lifts Dynamo off it into a powerbomb position, she manages to counter into a sunset flip, only for Wallace to roll through and stand into Vanity at its Finest again!

Covert Jay: He’s struggling to turn her over, Kem is managing to block it, Vain gives up and catapults her instead, but she lands on the bottom rung of the ladder, and quickly climbs again!

Vinegar: Wallace comes off the ropes and violently pushes the ladder over, Dynamo lands on the top rope and is launched back into the ring.

Lieberjosch: Vain folds the ladder up, and as Dynamo is getting back to her feet, Vain uses it as a battering ram, driving the end into her stomach!

Vinegar: And now he drops the entire ladder on her lower back!

Covert Jay: Vain checking his mouth and spitting out blood, that’s not going to improve his mood in the slightest as he heads to the outside and picks up the other ladder.

Vinegar: Wallace sets up the ladder in the ring up against the turnbuckle, goes back and grabs Dynamo by the head.

Lieberjosch: Vain looking to run her into the ladder, but Dynamo shoves him away and it’s Vain that ends up running directly into the steel!

Vinegar: Dynamo pushes the ladder over onto the fallen Wallace, and now she picks up Wallace by the knee and slams the knee into the ladder.

Covert Jay: Kem sets the ladder up in the corner so that it straddles the ropes in front of the bottom turnbuckle, picks Vain up off the mat and again drops him knee first on the ladder!

Vinegar: Wallace holding his knee in pain, rolls onto the other knee, but Dynamo picks him up into a reverse STO, transitions into the Blackout!

Lieberjosch: Kem Dynamo has turned the tables from earlier, now it’s her that is breaking down Vain, a piece at a time!

Vinegar: Dynamo releases the hold, rolling over and starting to get up, but Wallace swings his leg around and kicks the ladder in the ropes, popping the opposite end into Dynamo’s face!

Lieberjosch: Fantastic positional awareness by Vain, reminding us all why he’s the champion!

Vinegar: Remember that Wallace won the title several months ago in a TLC Match, and it was Kem Dynamo that picked this stipulation, she earned that right at Battleground!

Lieberjosch: Vain puts the ladder back into the position it was in across the bottom rope, he shoves Dynamo under the ladder, catapults her right into it!

Vinegar: The ladder down in the ring now, Dynamo suffering from these attacks, Wallace has her by the head and bounces her head right off the ladder!

Lieberjosch: And now Vain opens the ladder, puts Dynamo face down between it, slams the top half of the ladder down onto her!

Vinegar: Wallace setting up the ladder, and now he begins the climb for the first time!

Covert Jay: Kem is on her knees, she grabs the ladder, trying to push it over, Vain kicks her away from on the ladder!

Vinegar: He kicks her away but tips the ladder, manages to land on his own feet, and he goes right on the attack and kicks Dynamo down.

Lieberjosch: Vain now sets up a ladder so and lays on the top turnbuckle, grabs Dynamo and runs her towards it!

Covert Jay: But it’s Kem that launches Vain into the air and he crashes onto the ladder!

Vinegar: Wallace tumbles to the outside, Dynamo down for a moment, but she gets back to her feet now and picks the ladder up over her head, hurls it over the ropes, crashing down into Wallace at ringside!

Covert Jay: Kem out to ringside, she picks up the ladder and slams it down, not once, not twice, but three times onto the champion!

Vinegar: Dynamo setting up the ladder at ringside now, they’re right in front of us, I don’t like this one damn bit.

Lieberjosch: I dunno, it’s pretty entertaining.

Covert Jay: Kem puts Vain onto the Sentinelese announce table sitting next to us, pounding him on the back.

Lieberjosch: Sentinelese?

Covert Jay: Yes, those are the people from North Sentinel Island.

Lieberjosch: What?

Covert Jay: It’s of the coast of India.

Vinegar: Those are uncontacted people, they certainly don’t have streaming services, why do we have an announce table for that?

Covert Jay: Why not?

Vinegar: Dynamo climbing the ladder now, I don’t know that this is a good idea, Dynamo climbing the ladder, Wallace is getting back up, I don’t think she is aware of it.

Lieberjosch: Vain climbs up the ladder alongside her, they’re struggling on top, teetering!

Vinegar: JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK!!!

Lieberjosch: Vain and Dynamo BOTH fell off the ladder together, crashing through the Sentinelese table!

Covert Jay: That’s a good way to get spears thrown at you.

Vinegar: Wallace and Dynamo are both down, I think Wallace got the worst of it.

Lieberjosch: We’re seeing replays now, the brutality of this match, what these two are putting themselves and each other through, this is what they’ll do for the World Heavyweight Championship! This is Horizons!

Covert Jay: THIS IS UGWC!

Vinegar: Dynamo trying to get back up, stumbling around ringside, Vain’s eyes glazed over as he is trying to do the same.

Lieberjosch: Vain has rolled into the ring, Dynamo is on a turnbuckle, ladder stood up in the ring in front of her, she is using it to steady herself.

Vinegar: WALLACE DROPKICKS THE LADDER RIGHT INTO HER!!

Covert Jay: Kem is straddled on the turnbuckle, leaning on the ladder that itself leans against the corner, and now Vain is climbing up the ladder on the other side!

Vinegar: Wallace leaning over the top of the ladder, raining blows down on Dynamo, and now he looks to try to set up a suplex!

Lieberjosch: Dynamo counters with punches, grabs Vain by the face and shoves him back, pushing over the ladder and Vain crashes to the mat, the ladder falling over on top of him!

Vinegar: Dynamo to her feet on the turnbuckle, she leaps and somersaults!

Covert Jay: HANGOVER ONTO THE LADDER!!!

Vinegar: The somersault leg drop onto the ladder that was on top of Wallace, possibly doing as much damage to herself as she just did to Wallace!

Lieberjosch: Dynamo uses the ropes to pull herself up, she is clearly hurting bad, but she is waving Vain to his feet!

Vinegar: She goes for the Bad Luck Charm!

Covert Jay: But Vain had his hand on a ladder and he hurls it into the charging challenger!

Vinegar: Wallace picks up the ladder and drops it on her, and now he pulls Dynamo up and sets her up into the Cherry Popper, driving her face first down onto the ladder!

Lieberjosch: Vain setting up the ladder now, using it to pin Dynamo underneath it, and he starts to climb!

Covert Jay: Kem is trapped under the ladder! He is nearly to the title, and she can’t stop him!

Vinegar: Or maybe she can, as Dynamo now pushing the ladder up, she tilts it over! Wallace is sent spilling over the ropes all the way to ringside!

Covert Jay: This is her opportunity! If Kem Dynamo can get back to her feet, this is her opening, she could be the new champion!

Lieberjosch: Dynamo setting the ladder back up, and now she slowly starts the climb!

Vinegar: She is exhausted, she is in pain, but she is just a few inches away!

Lieberjosch: Vain is back up on the apron, and he springboards from the ropes onto the ladder opposite Dynamo! He climbs and vaults over both the ladder and Dynamo!

Covert Jay: MONEY MAKER OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!

Vinegar: Amazing last moment save by Wallace, trying to get back to his feet and he stumbles into the ropes, using them to steady himself. Wallace sets the ladder back up and begins to climb.

Covert Jay: But Kem is back up as well, she is climbing up the other side.

Lieberjosch: Vain has his hand on the title!

Covert Jay: So does Kem!

Vinegar: The title belt is unhooked, they’re both pulling on an end of it!

Lieberjosch: Blows exchanged by both of them, and now they’re both pulling on the title again!

Vinegar: Wallace suddenly grabs hold of Dynamo, yanks her into a headbutt that knocks her off the ladder!

Lieberjosch: Vain grabs the title with both hands and falls off the ladder himself, but he has it!

Dennis: Here is your winner, and STILL the World Heavyweight Champion...VAIN ALLLANNN WALLLLLAAAACCCCEEEEE!!!!

Lieberjosch: Vain did it!

Vinegar: Alan Wallace has the title! Alan Wallace, for the second time in his career, has retained the World Heavyweight Title at Horizons!

Covert Jay: What a match, and what a night!

Lieberjosch: Vain is clutching the championship to his chest as pyrotechnics go off all around the arena! He just might be the greatest champion in our history!

Vinegar: Congratulations to all our winners here tonight in Chicago, thank you to our fans, to all the Entertainment Professionals on the roster, for another amazing year of UGWC!

Covert Jay: We’ll see you in 2019!


Alan Wallace - 8.09

Kem Dynamo - 7.56

[Lord Hastings]

Credits

GFX
Britt

Opener
Ad

Carnage Match
Steve

#1 Contender
Brandon

No Holds Barred
Chad

Concurrent Matches
Mike

Cross-Hemisphere Championship
Ad

Main Event
Steve

[cooltubesource]

I think that this was phenomenal and an appropriate send-off for everyone who contributed so much throughout the year. I do not disagree with a single result and am looking forward to how we all grow from here.

On a personal note to you, Bossman: My response to your question about the commentary was meant to be a joke, and I don't think it came across that way, so I want to specify that I think having Bordy not only offer commentary but refuse to do it in English was brilliant.

[Zane]

Thank you for the feedback. We appreciate it and we're happy that you enjoyed the show. If you have any criticisms, please let us know

[Roxy Cotton]

So, I think this show did its job very well. It wrapped up all the major angles and managed to get everyone on the card in a meaningful enough way. Sarah can tell you I wasn't excited about the card itself when it first went live, but the end result exceeded my expectations and made everything work.

Specifically, I really enjoyed reading the Carnage Match. The format of it, though it DOES feel almost silly and overbooked (it's a VERY "efed" match, lol) made for a great read and actually did a good job of creating suspense with who was going to move on to the different stages. I was also thrilled that you took my little nugget of a suggestion and added it in. Things like that help everyone feel involved and important to the product, in general.

I thought the concurrent matches was a really neat idea and executed well. My only bit of disappointment in it was that, to me, it was a fairly foregone conclusion what was going to happen. That's a wrestling problem in general though, not a UGWC problem.  If a match has a peculiar stip, that stip is GOING to happen. So in that regard, I knew SOMEBODY was going to end up retiring, and that therefore the match outcome itself had to have been predetermined. That made me less invested in it, which is unfortunate because everyone involved with it did a wonderful job.

Non-specific to this PPV, UGWC does an awesome job in making their PPVs actually stand out from the regular shows. Not that the Synergies are meaningless (hi Vain) but that PPVs just come across as bigger. They all have their roles and typically have some sort of call/return that feeds into the next one. Winning WrestlStock matters for the next one, winning Battleground matters for the next one, so on. What's really nice about that is that even if you don't come out on top you don't feel like you "lost." You enjoy it and you get to be part of something cool... so it doesn't feel like losing so much as just "didn't win." Those sound like synonyms but they feel different.

I still want to know who grades down to the hundredth though... 

[Deleted]

I grade people to the hundredth, technically, but only because I apply a curve at the end.

[Lord Hastings]

Dec 16, 2018 12:31:45 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

Non-specific to this PPV, UGWC does an awesome job in making their PPVs actually stand out from the regular shows. Not that the Synergies are meaningless (hi Vain) but that PPVs just come across as bigger. They all have their roles and typically have some sort of call/return that feeds into the next one. Winning WrestlStock matters for the next one, winning Battleground matters for the next one, so on. What's really nice about that is that even if you don't come out on top you don't feel like you "lost." You enjoy it and you get to be part of something cool... so it doesn't feel like losing so much as just "didn't win." Those sound like synonyms but they feel different.

Before I get to my main topic, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for this feedback. We really appreciate your entire post, all of that feedback is genuinely helpful and we wish we got more of it, but I found this paragraph in particular to be validating. Thank you!

Dec 16, 2018 12:31:45 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

I still want to know who grades down to the hundredth though... 

The simplest answer is that the final vote result is an average so it's not going to come out in a whole number regardless, but to go a little deeper, some people use rubrics. Sometimes they even forget to round off and send me votes that go out like eight decimal places, Chad.

Anyway...

Another year of UGWC has come to a close, which is always something of a bittersweet thing for me. I think our winter break always comes at just the right time, everybody needs a recharge for various reasons this time of year. At the same time, those of you that know me well know I'm always thinking a bit ahead, which means that, yeah, I'm already thinking a couple months into 2019, and I'm eager to get to it. But before we look forward, I'd like to take a look back.

I cannot express my gratitude for the creative team. Ad, B, and Chad have all been indispensable this year, and UGWC could not continue without their continued efforts, from their ideas to their writing to their on-going support day in and day out. We talk often of the friendships and bonds that we make in this game, and I am appreciative for the friendship that each of these three have shared with me. Additional thanks go to Rob (Travis Roberts), who our newer members may not know, but he lurks behind the scenes and gives us a lot of invaluable input, and deserves credit for the original concept that went on to become Chill.

2018 might have been the most aggressive roster expansion that UGWC has seen in a single year in quite some time, perhaps ever. This year saw significant contributions from Angelica Vaughn, Kem Dynamo (full-time), Kenzi Grey, Konrad Raab, Le Bord de Dieu, Maggie Lockheart (full-time), Mizore Payne, Necron, Roxy Cotton, and I'm sure I'm missing some people. This doesn't even factor in guest appearances that occurred during events like Lord of Trios or WrestleStock, or characters that appeared as a part of the Chill brand.

Of course, the other side of that is that we see departures. We're all accustomed in e-fedding for people to come and go with frequency. Some of the characters I just listed above are no longer with us, and earlier this year Rogan MacLean stepped away, a former UGWC World Champion and Outlast Winner whom we hope to see again in the future. Horizons is also anticipated to be the end (for now?) for three significant characters who I want to take a moment to acknowledge.

Lucy Wylde first appeared in UGWC as part of the guest OWF team that participated in the Outlast tournament in 2016. The following year this "outsider" came to UGWC full-time and was the Breakout Character of the year, capturing the Cross-Hemisphere Title on three occasions. In 2018 she climbed the mountain to win the World Championship at No Holds Barred, and the vote that could potentially name her the Entertainment Professional of the Year for 2018 is still pending. Barbie achieved all this while also separately running Carnage Wrestling, and anybody with experience running an e-fed recognizes and can respect the challenge this poses and the achievement her accomplishments represent.

Gabriel Baal is a Grand Slam Champion in UGWC and was part of both the Engine of Chaos and the Court. Baal won the Global Challenge in 2016 and the Massive Melee in 2017, leading up to his World Championship victory at WrestleStock, part of a campaign that led to him being recognized as the Entertainment Professional of the Year. A pending award vote may recognize him as this year's Best Heel. If he wins this award, it will be the third consecutive year in which he does so. Mike has also been a contributor behind the scenes, writing matches and contributing segments.

Eden Morgan belongs on the Mount Rushmore of UGWC. She won the Massive Melee in 2013 on only her second PPV of her career, and won the World Championship on her third. Eden would win the Massive Melee in consecutive years and is a Grand Slam Champion that has main evented Horizons. Eden was part of multiple influential factions, including the Piercing Media Network, the Syndicate, and the Court. Britt has been an invaluable member of the roster for years, writing countless segments, collaborating with most of the roster (often all at once), and creating the graphics that break up the endless text of PPVs.

Thank you to each of you for your contributions to UGWC and for playing this game with us. We hope you will continue to be a part of this community!

2018 was a great year for UGWC and we intend to carry this forward into 2019. We have some big stuff going on for the beginning of the year, including something we've never attempted before, and this will be announced in a week or so when we do our annual roll call. We are currently anticipating the first Synergy of the new year to be on January 14, which means you can anticipate our first card around January 7th. Voting for our annual awards is happening right now, with winners being revealed after polls close on January 1st.

Thank you once again to everyone who has been a part of UGWC in some way in 2018! Happy holidays, enjoy the rest of the break!

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Dec 17, 2018 21:47:16 GMT -5 Lord Hastings said:

Dec 16, 2018 12:31:45 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

Non-specific to this PPV, UGWC does an awesome job in making their PPVs actually stand out from the regular shows. Not that the Synergies are meaningless (hi Vain) but that PPVs just come across as bigger. They all have their roles and typically have some sort of call/return that feeds into the next one. Winning WrestlStock matters for the next one, winning Battleground matters for the next one, so on. What's really nice about that is that even if you don't come out on top you don't feel like you "lost." You enjoy it and you get to be part of something cool... so it doesn't feel like losing so much as just "didn't win." Those sound like synonyms but they feel different.

Before I get to my main topic, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for this feedback. We really appreciate your entire post, all of that feedback is genuinely helpful and we wish we got more of it, but I found this paragraph in particular to be validating. Thank you!

Dec 16, 2018 12:31:45 GMT -5 Roxy Cotton said:

I still want to know who grades down to the hundredth though... 

The simplest answer is that the final vote result is an average so it's not going to come out in a whole number regardless, but to go a little deeper, some people use rubrics. Sometimes they even forget to round off and send me votes that go out like eight decimal places, Chad.

That happened once.

My New Years Resolution will be to do it every time.

[Roxy Cotton]

That was a really touching post, Hastings. I am glad you got something from my silly opinions. Oh, and before I forget...

Dec 16, 2018 14:45:19 GMT -5 @kemdynamo said:

I grade people to the hundredth, technically, but only because I apply a curve at the end.