WrestleStock 2022 - Day 3

[UGWC Staff]

My name is Gage Griffey.

Yeah, like the baseball player.

And for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a professional wrestler. I’ve been a wrestling fan, on and off, since I was old enough to sit in front of a television. Admittedly, I’ve never been to an event.

Until this week.

My daddy is a hard working man. He’s worked in a factory his entire life. He doesn’t make much money, so any dreams of me being a professional wrestler without having natural talent were squashed before they existed.

I’m only seventeen, so I have a part-time job that I’ve been saving money up from to go to this. Ever since I watched the first WrestleStock in the desert, I’ve been saving my money, determined to go to the first one we can afford. It unfortunately didn’t happen last year. But I did this year, so I surprised my daddy with tickets. I’ll never forget the look on his face. The tears in his eyes. And it was worth every penny spent.

I know he’s always wanted to take me to an event, because he grew up loving professional wrestling, too. His favorite right now is Zane Scott. He really seems to connect with Zane and how the system holds him back. I guess he’s had some incidents at work where he felt similar to Zane.

Before Zane, my daddy’s favorite was Alan Wallace. The ones that make him laugh always gain his support though. He loves watching Travis Pierce, too, and I think it’s because of his promos and his show.

My favorite is Sebastian Everett Bryce. He’s just so genuine, you know? He’s the real thing. He doesn’t need a gimmick or a silly backstory to make himself interesting. That’s who I would emulate if I decided to be a professional wrestler.

Anyway… We arrived Sunday and camped out. I was both amazed and surprised at the realization that a lot of my favorite wrestlers were basically within an arm’s reach. A lot of them seemed to walk around like regular people.

On Monday, we enjoyed all of the early access stuff. We caught a Zion Wrestling match, and to my surprise, Serena Riot was in it! I didn’t expect seeing any wrestlers that I knew, but there she was. That was the second of many fun surprises that I got to enjoy on this trip. Serena didn’t win, but it was really cool to see her up close in action.

On Tuesday, we wandered various districts. I don’t recommend Captain 80’s Funtime Fantasyland. We didn’t go on any of the rides because of the lines or they were just broken down anyway. Actually, I’m pretty sure I heard that Dave Rydell was stuck on the Runaway Falcor for hours.

Yo, the Devil’s District though? Oh my god! The food was amazing. And the best part? I fucking met Chaos. You know how he typically treats most fans, and people in general? Where he tells them to go fuck themselves. Yeah, he did that! Not to me, but there were a couple of guys engaged in wrestling talk as they were walking past him, and asked his opinion. He told them to go fuck themselves, and I was like twenty feet away.

He didn’t treat me and my dad that way though. I don’t know why, but he was actually really nice to us. Maybe it was my replica Devil’s Most Wanted jacket I was wearing. Man, I loved those guys so much. I was also like, really young when I first saw them. So they’ve always been larger than life to me.

Anyway, on Wednesday, we walked past a man puking, we assumed from partying so much. We later realized it was Craig Cogan. Some deathmatch wrestler.

Then we watched more from Zion Wrestling. I gotta say, I need to start following them more. They really impressed me.

Also, I’m pretty sure my dad bumped into Vespertine by mistake. But, he denied it.

We saw Konrad Raab promoting NASCAR, too, but I think I’d rather watch paint dry than watch a NASCAR race. I used to have a Konrad poster, because I thought it was dope that he was always considered an underdog and didn’t care, he just kept on fighting. But recently, he stopped being so admirable. It’s disappointing, really.

Day One was everything I could have ever wanted as my first actual UGWC experience. Seb retained against the Doctor-Professor in a brutal Chaos Championship match that basically stole the show for me. The two WrestleStock Open matches were surprising, as both winners represented UGWC. To me, that spelled Doom for Day 2’s UGWC representatives.

Day Two was crazy! So my dad and I spotted Ichabod early, so we were trying to keep up with him and maybe get lucky and get an autograph (which we never were able to do, unfortunately). Well, that turned out to be a great idea! Because we got to see more of the Vigilante match between Rydell and Hastings than most of the other fans there. And, we caught most of the District Conquest, as well.

I did regret missing the Wrestlestock Open matches on day two, but yo, choices were made. All in all, I think me and Pops made the right decision. It was a fun experience.

So, anyway. That takes us to Day Three. The WrestleStock Open Semi-Finals were something I was looking forward to, and was excited that they were opening the event.

And, while my dad and I were both very excited, we were also both tired. It had been a really exciting 5 days already. As we settled into our seats, I took a big gulp of water (in this 105 degree heat, water was essential) and waited as Day 3 began…

The only problem was, I really had to piss. Of course, right when the Wrestlestock Open Semi-finals were about to start. So I quickly made my way to the nearest Port-A-Pot I could find. And it turns out, the nearest one wasn’t near at all. I wandered all the way to the Engine of Chaos District. Word of advice? Don’t ever use their fuckin’ Port-A-Pots. You’ll likely make the same mistake I made.

Oh, it’s perfectly normal when you step in and relieve yourself. No big deal there, and actually, they’re probably the cleanest Port-A-Pots I’ve ever been in. But when you step out? You realize it wasn’t a Port-A-Pot at all.

See, in my case, as soon as I stepped out, I realized it was a lot later than it should be. So I eyeballed the logo. It said “Portal-Pot” in bold letters on the front. Son of a bitch…

I’m not sure how many matches I missed, or if I was even at the same day’s events. Then I started to panic. What if I wasn’t even in this year’s events anymore?

It turns out I only missed a handful of matches. I’ll catch you back up after the FWA X Championship match.

[UGWC Staff]

Vinegar: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to day 3 of WrestleStock. We are about to get right to the action with our first semi final match of the tournament.
 
Lieberjosch: That’s right. We are back in the Piercing Media District. However, Pepper and Mike couldn’t show up today, for some reason. So we are commentating from the main stage and can only see what’s going on via our monitors. So if we do miss anything, we apologize.
 
Covert Jay: HUTTAHHHHHHH!!!!!!
 
Vinegar: Why?
 
Covert Jay: Why not?
 
Vinegar: One day I’ll get it.
 
Lieberjosch: Let’s get to the action. Mitchell Dennis has made his way to the district to bring in the competitors.
 
Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
 
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!!!!!
 
Mitchell Dennis: And it is the first semi final match in the WrestleStock Open Tournament!!!!!!!
 
The opening riffs to “You Know My Name” hit and pyros explode. Travis Pierce comes out onto the stage as the music softens. He stands there for a moment, looking out into the crowd of his district. After a moment, he heads down the ramp and into the ring. He looks around, soaking in the fandom.
 
Vinegar: Travis Pierce… One of our longest tenured competitors in the UGWC. He has a massively impressive resume.
 
Lieberjosch: But one thing he doesn’t have on it… WrestleStock Open winner.
 
Vinegar: Very true.
 
(the sound of a Japanese flute starts out playing quietly over the loudspeakers and the lights go down. The Tron comes up and we see two armies standing face to face on a battlefield. The flute continues playing and the camera on the Tron gets closer to the two armies. The camera cuts scene\'85)
 
(the camera cuts back to a scene of two armies. The Japanese flute plays louder. Both armies are huge and they are an army of shogun, ronin, and samurai. As the army walks forward a single figure comes into view and emerges from the line. The figure raises their sword and as one the entire army stops. The figure runs forward and gets atop a boulder to look out. The camera goes over their shoulder and we see the other army standing as a wall in the distance. The figure/leader takes off their helmet and long black hair tumbles out from it and flows all around, sometimes waving and weaving in places where the wind catches it. The figure turns and looks at the army behind them and we see it is Vespertine. She raises her sword and roars in fury. Camera cuts scene and the Japanese flute stops)
 
(camera cuts back to scene of her army raising their own swords and shouting in fury. The camera pans back quickly and she does the motion of forward with her sword and the camera goes up and we see her entire army run forward to join in the fray below. The song "Diamond Eyes" starts up and then goes straight into the song.)

(Suddenly the spotlights in the arena come up and we see a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. One arm is raised and we see it is Vespertine and she is standing facing the entrance curtains. She spins around rather quickly and at the end of the turn she points at the audience where upon a couple of pyros go off on each side of her. She stands at the top of the ramp looking around at the audience. Then suddenly she reaches her hands out to them as if to encompass their souls and fire pillar pyros go off behind her. She saunters on down to the ring, stepping in time to the music. She wears black wrestling shorts, a black wrestling sports top with purple sequins which reveals her midriff and abs, black wrestling boots, her black trenchcoat duster and black sunglasses. She slides in underneathe the ropes, takes off her sunglasses and looks around at various spots with a feral like look in her eyes and slightly licking her lips. We see she has heavy glitter around her eyes and a heavy dark turquoise black (or other color) eyeliner. She crawls seductively like a cat to the other side of the ring and then suddenly jumps up and spreads her arms out and lands in an "V" like pattern where upon at each corner of the ring, showers of sparks come flying out. She looks around, still with the feral look in her eyes, and takes off her trenchcoat duster and and gives it to a person outside the ring and goes to sit on the turnbuckle facing the ring entrance until the match starts)
 
Mitchell Dennis: Introducing first, representing the UGWC……VEEEEEEESSSSSSPPPPPPERRRTIIIIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine has been very impressive since coming to UGWC. We will see how badly she wants to win this tournament by going up against a former World Champion here today.
 
Mitchell Dennis: And her opponent, also representing the UGWC… The Icon of Entertainment……TTTRRRAAAVVVVIIIISSSSSSS PPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEERRRRRCCCCCEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
DING DING DING!!!!
 
Vinegar: Travis and Vespertine lock up in the middle of the ring.
 
Lieberjosch: Vespertine wrenches the arm of Travis.
 
Covert Jay: But Travis counters and gets her into a hammerlock.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine twists around and gets Travis in a hammerlock of her own.
 
Lieberjosch: She switches and puts Travis into a side headlock but Travis shoves her into the ropes.
 
Covert Jay: She rebounds off and knocks Travis down with a shoulder block.
 
Vinegar: She goes off the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but Travis moves so she leaps over.
 
Lieberjosch: Rebounding off the other ropes, Travis grabs her for an arm drag.
 
Covert Jay: She rolls through and Travis runs at her, but she catches him with an arm drag.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine comes back up and ducks a clothesline from Travis.
 
Lieberjosch: She grabs him for a reverse neckbreak but Travis twists and shoves her into the ropes.
 
Covert Jay: She goes chest first into them, bouncing back into a roll up from Travis.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine uses her momentum and rolls through, getting him into a roll up of her own, but Travis kicks out before a count can be made.
 
Lieberjosch: Travis charges, going for a sleeper hold but Vespertine twists out of that and gets him in a reverse waist lock.
 
Covert Jay: Travis hits a standing switch and gets her in one.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine breaks free and hits Travis with an arm drag.
 
Covert Jay: Travis rolls through and pops to his feet.
 
Lieberjosch: He stalks Vespertine for a brief second but she turns around and the two stand face to face, smirking at each other.
 
Vinegar: Listen to this crowd. Huge appreciation for the skill level in the ring.
 
Lieberjosch: It’s honestly surprising seeing Travis put on this type of performance here in the tournament.
 
Covert Jay: These two are putting on a clinic right now!
 
Vinegar: Both competitors lock up, middle of the ring.
 
Lieberjosch: Vespertine gets Travis in another headlock, this time taking him down to the mat!
 
Covert Jay: She wrenches in the headlock, and the referee asks Travis how he feels and if he wants to give up.
 
Lieberjosch: It won’t be that easy!
 
Vinegar: That it won’t.
 
Lieberjosch: Travis kips up and breaks out of the headlock, but goes back down after a leg sweep from Vespertine!
 
Covert Jay: She mounts on top of Travis and starts hitting forearms smashes.
 
Vinegar: Travis is able to block and reverse, rolling the pair over and now he is on top!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis starts hitting forearms smashes of his own until Vespertine is able to break free herself.
 
Covert Jay: She rolls the pair back over but gets off of Travis.
 
Vinegar: Travis sits up to get up but gets taken back down with a running drop kick!
 
Covert Jay:Vespertine going for the quick cover!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Vinegar: Kick out!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis is still in this fight.
 
Covert Jay: Of course he is. This is a big moment match. No way he’s letting it go that easily.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine grabs Travis and sends him into the corner.
 
Lieberjosch: Following up with a body splash before pulling him out of the corner with a bulldog!
 
Covert Jay: Vespertine drops down next to Travis and goes for a single leg Boston crab!
 
Vinegar: Travis is able to roll up Vespertine and break free.
 
Lieberjosch: He charges at Vespertine for a clothes but she blocks it and locks him in a kimura lock!
 
Covert Jay: The two falls to the mat as Vespertine wrenches in the hold!
 
Vinegar: The referee is right there with good visibility.
 
Lieberjosch: Travis is screaming out in pain!
 
Covert Jay: He’s reaching around for the ropes but there aren’t anywhere nearby!
 
Vinegar: Wait, Travis positioned himself to get Vespertine’s shoulders down!
 
Lieberjosch: The referee counted 1 but she rolled her shoulder up, still maintaining the hold!
 
Covert Jay: She pulls back even harder and Travis looks like he’s going to tap out but he doesn’t!
 
Vinegar: Travis has his feet planted, and boy is he in a weird position.
 
Lieberjosch: He’s got Vespertine’s shoulders down again!
 
Covert Jay: The referee counts, 1…tw- she rolls her shoulder up again!
 
Vinegar: Travis repositions his stance and rolls forward but can’t get anywhere.
 
Lieberjosch: He goes back to the original positon.
 
Covert Jay: Wait, one knee down and one foot down!
 
Vinegar: He pushes off and rolls forward, breaking free from the hold!
 
Lieberjosch: He pops up, as does Vespertine. And he’s right there spear!!!!
 
Covert Jay: Both competitors are down  as the referee checks on them and begins his 10 count.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Vinegar: Travis is really taking his time here and we are at 4 already.
 
Lieberjosch: Vespertine is still holding her midsection, I think that spear knocked her for a big loop!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Vinegar: Travis is getting up and Vespertine is up to a knee.
 
Lieberjosch: Travis comes up behind her breaking the count and grabs her by the hair, slamming her right back down to the mat.
 
Covert Jay: The ref is not having any of that as he’s getting in Travis’ face.
 
Vinegar: And per usual, he’s just brushing it off.
 
Lieberjosch: The former World Champion goes right over to her and hits a hard elbow drop.
 
Covert Jay: He goes for a quick cover…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Kick out!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine is really hurting here, and Travis is rotating his arm to get his shoulder back to feeling right.
 
Lieberjosch: That kimura lock was in for a while!
 
Covert Jay: And it certainly didn’t feel good.
 
Vinegar: Travis pulls Vespertine up and whips her off the ropes.
 
Lieberjosch: On the rebound… tilt-a-whirl back breaker!
 
Covert Jay: He’s contemplating a cover but wants to put this away for good.
 
Vinegar: He grabs Vespertine and whips her into the corner.
 
Lieberjosch: He charges for a body splash but Vespertine gets the boot up!
 
Covert Jay: Travis is staggering backwards!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine follows up for a clothesline from behind, but Travis sensed it!
 
Lieberjosch: He ducks under and goes right behind her and continues his moment…
 
Covert Jay: THE BREAK DOWN!!!!
 
Vinegar: This is it! Cover her Travis!
 
Lieberjosch: What is he doing??
 
Covert Jay: He’s climbing to the top rope… why didn’t he cover her?!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine is slowly staggering up and turns.
 
Lieberjosch: Travis is leaping for a missile dropkick!
 
Covert Jay: DODGED!
 
Vinegar: Travis lands on his side and gets up, holding his arm.
 
Lieberjosch: He turns right around into a spinning heel kick from Vespertine!
 
Covert Jay: Travis gets back up, staggering around…
 
Vinegar: She’s running at him…
 
Lieberjosch: EPICALLY DIVA!!!!!!
 
Covert Jay: Vespertine with the cover!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
THR- NO!!!!!
 
 
 
 
KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
Vinegar: Vespertine almost put him away!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis is not going down easily, or hard at all!
 
Covert Jay: That’s what she said.
 
Vinegar: Vespertine rolls off of Travis and lays there for a minute before getting up.
 
Lieberjosch: Vespertine stalks Travis…
 
Covert Jay: He’s slowly staggering up.
 
Vinegar: He is not with it. He just fell into the ropes and bounced off!
 
Lieberjosch: Right into BREAKING THE BANK!!!!!!!
 
Covert Jay: WAIT! HE COUNTERS!!
 
Vinegar: TRAVIS SHOVED VESPERTINE AWAY!
 
Lieberjosch: She rebounds off the ropes…
 
Covert Jay: Clothesline from Travis!
 
Vinegar: She ducked!
 
Lieberjosch: Shotgun dropkick to Travis Pierce!
 
Covert Jay: He goes down hard!
 
Vinegar: She’s surveying the damage… and now she’s heading up top!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis slowly getting back to his feet…
 
Covert Jay: He turns toward Vespertine!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine is on the top rope… she leaps!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis caught her!!! HOW?!
 
Covert Jay: OH SHIT! SIGNING OFF!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Vinegar: Vespertine stays standing up, dazed and every bit of confused!
 
Lieberjosch: Travis comes off the ropes…
 
Covert Jay: THE TRUTH HURTS!
 
Vinegar: COVER FROM TRAVIS!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner………The Icon of Entertainment…….TTTTRRRRRAAAAVVVIIIISSSSSS PPPPIIIIIIEEEEEEEERRRRRCCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Vinegar: And just like that, Travis Pierce advances to the finals of the WrestleStock Open!
 
Lieberjosch: We find out in our next contest, who he will face tomorrow!

[UGWC Staff]

Vinegar: We now head over to the Captain 80’s Funtime Fantasy Land district, where we are joined by our guest commentators, Grey Coppi and…Covert Jay?
 
Lieberjosch: How is that going to work?
 
Covert Jay: Ninja dust.
 
Vinegar: How did you get there so fast?
 
Covert Jay: A ninja never reveals his secrets.
 
Vinegar: Well, it’ll be nice for a break, I guess.
 
Covert Jay: A break from what?
 
Vinegar: NOTHING!
 
Lieberjosch: Why are you there?
 
Covert Jay: I have to show support to my pal, Captain 80’s!
 
Lieberjosch: Okay… well, have fun. I’m going for some food.
 
Covert Jay: The nacho funnel cakes are pretty spectacular.
 
Vinegar: The what?!
 
Lieberjosch: Don’t…. okay! We are going. Bye!
 
Grey: Thanks Nick, thanks Hans. Welcome, Jay, it’s good to have you!
 
Covert Jay: That’s a welcome I appreciate.
 
Grey: Let’s get right to it as we have our next semi final match and to see who is going to face Travis Pierce for the coveted WrestleStock Tournament victory!
 
 
“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Royal blue lights flicker on the stage while golden spotlights scan the crowd before focusing on Larry Tact at the top of the stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him. As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside with petty insults before arriving to the ring, glaring at his opposition. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring. He stretches using the ropes, smoothes back his hair and bounces from side-to-side, again zeroed in on his opposition and ready to go.
 
Mitchell Dennis: Introducing first, representing Level Up Wrestling…….LLLLAAAAARRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY TTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
The lights suddenly drop, and in the silence, Ghost's "Hunter's Moon" to play with its haunting melody. 
The music builds and lights flash, leading up to the chorus, signaling an arrival.

Though my memories have faded
They come back to haunt me once again
And though my mind is somewhat jaded now
It's time for me to strike again tonight
It's a hunter's moon
 
'The Bogeyman' JC steps out onto the stage, staring out at the audience and wearing a Michael Myers mask over his had, having embraced his new ghoulish persona. He watches the crowd react to him and then begins walking steadily to the ring. He enters the ring and climbs up to the middle rope, before ripping the mask off of his head and staring out at the audience. He then returns to the ring and prepares for his match.


 
Mitchell Dennis: And his opponent, representing himself as he is a free agent….The Boogeyman……JJJJAAAAAAYYYYYYY CCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
DING DING DING
 
Grey: JC wastes no time going after Larry. But Larry dodges and gets behind JC
 
Covert Jay: Larry clubs JC in the back, sending him into the corner, chest first.
 
Grey: Larry follows up with a knee to the back of JC!
 
Covert Jay: Now he’s clubbing away on him and JC is trying to cover up.
 
Grey: Right out of the gate, these two are going after it. Well, Larry is anyway.
 
Covert Jay: JC is able to elbow his way out and catches a staggering Larry with a quick release belly to belly suplex!
 
Grey: JC goes for a quick cover and only gets a 1 count.
 
Covert Jay: JC picks Larry up and sends him into the ropes, but on the rebound Larry leaps and hits a forearms smash!
 
Grey: Larry picks up JC and whips him into the corner and charges, hitting a high knee to the face!
 
Covert Jay: JC staggers out and gets dropped with a swinging neckbreaker.
 
Grey: Larry drops down and starts hitting mounted punches on the free agent but JC covers up and reverses the role!
 
Covert Jay: JC on top, drilling forearms smashes in to Larry’s skull!
 
Grey: Larry finally covers up but the damage has been done. JC gets up and pulls Larry with him.
 
Covert Jay: He sends Larry into the corner and is half a second behind him with a knee to the gut!
 
Grey: Larry slumps over in the corner and JC runs at him, with a hard football style kick to the chest!!!!!
 
Covert Jay: Did you hear that thud?!
 
Grey: JC pulls Larry out and sets him up for a powerbomb into the turnbuckle but Larry floats over the top and hits a chop block!
 
Covert Jay: JC goes down holding his knee!
 
Grey: Larry drops onto the cover but barely gets a 1 count.
 
Covert Jay: Larry comes off and stalks JC who quickly gets to his feet.
 
Grey: Larry charges but JC goes for a kick. Larry grabs his leg and hits a dragon screw!
 
Covert Jay: JC uses the momentum and rolls out of the ring to get some separation.
 
Grey: The referee starts the 10 count but Larry quickly makes chase.
 
Covert Jay: They clash at ringside and begin throwing hands at each other like baseballs!
 
Grey: The referee is out there trying to break them up but catches a hand himself!
 
Covert Jay: The referee staggers back and rolls back in the ring and starts the 10 count, not playing any games with them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Grey: JC grabs Larry and whips him into the steel steps, but Larry jumps on top of them!
 
Covert Jay: He turns and jumps at JC with a double axe handle.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Grey: JC catches Larry from the jump and shoves him into the apron.
 
Covert Jay: He grabs Larry and rolls him back into the ring, following in himself.
 
Grey: JC pulls Larry up but Larry breaks out and hits a hard right, staggering JC.
 
Covert Jay: JC comes back with a hard left of his own.
 
Grey: Larry comes back for a haymaker but JC catches it and twists him up, Triangle Choke!!!
 
Covert Jay: Larry is able to squirm to the ropes before JC can get the hold locked in.
 
Grey: JC lets go and grabs Larry, whipping him across the ring.
 
Covert Jay: On the rebound, JC grabs him for another belly to belly but Larry blocks it and elbows out.
 
Grey: Ohhh, that caught JC right in the eye!
 
Covert Jay: Larry takes advantage and sets JC up for the Humbling!
 
Grey: JC elbows his way out and gets behind Larry…German Suplex!!!
 
Covert Jay: JC takes a minute to make sure his eye is okay before going back to Larry.
 
Grey: JC goes to pick up Larry but out of desperation, Larry pulls him in for a small package!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Kick out!!!!
 
 
Grey: Whoa! That was close!
 
Covert Jay: JC almost lost that!
 
Grey: JC quickly gets up and catches a rising Larry and hits a Tiger Suplex on him!
 
Covert Jay: He grabs Larry again and whips him into the corner.
 
Grey: Body splash to follow up!
 
Covert Jay: Larry staggers out of the corner and JC hits him with a dragon screw but holds on to the leg!
 
Grey: STF! STF! STF!
 
Covert Jay: JC has the STF locked in on Larry!
 
Grey: Larry is screaming since JC has that thing in TIGHT!
 
Covert Jay: Larry is reaching for the ropes but they are just about an inch away!
 
Grey: JC pulls back tighter and Larry screams out again!
 
Covert Jay: Larry is using his free leg to push forward…that has to be exhausting!
 
Grey: Finally Larry reaches the ropes and the referee forces JC to break the hold!
 
Covert Jay: JC rolls off and Larry stays close to the bottom rope for separation.
 
Grey: JC grabs Larry by the leg and pulls him away and sets him up for a release powerbomb but Larry floats over and hits a shoulder block from behind!
 
Covert Jay: JC stumbles forward and down to the mat. This just gave Larry a chance to get a break or take control. Let’s see what he does!
 
Grey: Yup! He’s going for control!
 
Covert Jay: Larry grabs JC from behind and hits a full nelson slam!
 
Grey: He covers!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Kick out!!!!!!
 
 
Grey: JC is not letting this go. He made it very clear when he came back that he was going to do whatever it took!
 
Covert Jay: Larry picking up JC and setting him up for the Humbling once more!
 
Grey: JC elbows out! He elbows out!
 
Covert Jay: He comes at Larry with a kick but Larry catches him!
 
Grey: He grabs the other leg and locks in Tactful Surrender!!!!
 
Covert Jay: A quick commentary note, our guest commentator yesterday called Larry’s ‘Starbreaker’ finishing move the Tactful Surrender, but Mr. S. Kerriman is not as smart as he thinks he is. And he got that wrong.

Grey: That he did. I thought it was weird he said that when it was clearly not a submission move.

Covert Jay: Some people talk a big game and want to be know it alls. 
 
Grey: JC pushes up with his arms, disrupting Larry’s submission hold and breaking it up.
 
Covert Jay: JC rolling away and Larry coming off the ropes…
 
Grey: JC catches up! Belly to belly!
 
Covert Jay: He sure does love that move.
 
Grey: Larry counters! Standing switch!
 
Covert Jay: Larry just locked in the Million Dollar Dream!!!!!
 
Grey: JC isn’t having it! He stomps on Larry’s foot to break out and pulls him in for a fisherman suplex!
 
Covert Jay: JC goes to cover Larry but Larry rolls away and out of the ring!
 
Grey: JC goes towards the ropes but the referee cuts him off and tells him to wait.
 
Covert Jay: The referee looks down to check on Larry but Larry is gone!
 
Grey: Wait a minute…
 
Covert Jay: He snuck around the ring!!!
 
Grey: He’s in behind JC…
 
Covert Jay: JC turns around right into The Humbling!!
 
Grey: The referee notices Larry in the cover and slides in…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
KICK OUT!!!!
 
 
 
 
Grey: Larry pulling up JC and whipping him into the corner.
 
Covert Jay: He charges and follows for another body splash but JC dodges out of the way!
 
Grey: Larry staggers out of the corner right into Schism!!!!
 
Covert Jay: SCHISM TO LARRY TACT!!!
 
Grey: JC COVERS!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
DING DING DING!!!!!!
 
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals of the WrestleStock Tournament……..THE BOOGEYMANNNNNN……….JJJJJJJAAAAYYYYYYYYYY CCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Grey: What a match!!!
 
Covert Jay: That was fantastic!
 
Grey: And Larry has nothing to be ashamed of, he put on one hell of a show here at WrestleStock. I hope we get to see him more in the future competing under our banner.
 
Covert Jay: Grey, it’s been a real pleasure.
 
Grey: It really has. Hopefully we can do this again sometime soon?
 
Covert Jay: Maybe.. NINJA DUST!
 
Grey: How the hell does he do that?

[UGWC Staff]

Prior to the commencement of the following match, the camera cuts to the commentary table, where the three UGWC commentators look into and address the camera in turn.

Vinegar: Well, next up is something that might take some explaining for those that are uninitiated, but I will be brief. As you all know, everyone is welcome here at WrestleStock, whether they are part of UGWC or not. This also serves as a neutral location, for situations such as the one that we are about to witness unfolding here in front of us.

Covert Jay: It’s a pretty chaotic situation, from what I understand!

Vinegar: We’re about to see an X Rules Match - where anything goes - between the man known as ‘The Wildcard’ Jason Randall from the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance and the holder of what we’ve been informed is the championship that was formerly known as the FWA X Championship; a particularly violent individual named Alyster Black. Here’s where things get interesting; Alyster Black was sensationally fired from the Fallout brand of the FWA as part of a spin out of that brand into an entirely new company.

Lieberjosch: He still holds the championship, though. Well, he maintains physical possession of it, from what we understand, there is a great desire for the belt to be returned to this new Fallout company.

Vinegar: That’s right. But Jason Randall - who is known to be a mercenary of sorts - is coming from the FWA, the company that Fallout just seceded from. They want to claim the belt for themselves, perhaps as a way to stick it to the competition. Alyster Black, who has held the title for the best part of a year, laid out the challenge for anyone to challenge him for the belt which he does not legally claim a right to, and it was answered by Randall on the FWA’s behalf. A very combustible and delicately-poised situation over there at the FWA, gentlemen.

Covert Jay: That’s an understatement! Their whole entire company has just been split in two! The result of it though is a match here between two of the roughest and most dangerous competitors they’ve got!



“Go To Sleep” by Eminem (featuring DMX and Obie Trice) plays through the speaker system, and the crowd give a good response for ‘The Wildcard’ Jason Randall, who marches out from the back with a purpose. Randall, who is not known for having a cheerful demeanour, looks especially sour here. He throws off his jacket on the ramp and then rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring.

Lieberjosch: This Jason Randall is an interesting case from what I understand over at the FWA. He’s a well-respected member of the roster but has found momentum difficult to come by at important times. He most recently fell short at the Back in Business Pay-Per-View as part of a ladder match for the FWA North American Championship.

Vinegar: He’s clearly thought highly of by those remaining in FWA management; we’ve received some notes from the Brand Consultant over there - a gentleman named Jon Russnow - and he said that Randall is one of the toughest, meanest competitors that has ever stepped foot into an FWA ring, and he’s very popular with the crowds for his no-nonsense attitude.

Covert Jay: He sounds like my kind of guy. Nothing better than to see a guy who isn’t afraid to punch you in the face repeatedly and then shake your hand when everything is said and done.

Vinegar: Further, this Russnow guy said that Randall is one of the only people in the world that can match Alyster Black for physicality. If Black’s reputation is to be upheld, then that would mean that Randall is one tough son of a gun.

Randall rises to his feet in the ring and moves over to one of the corners, where he mounts the turnbuckle and raises his arms high up into the air. He nods his head at the kind reception and then jumps down. He shakes his neck and wrists loose as he waits for his opponent once his music cuts out.



There’s a big response to ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein and an even bigger one when Alyster Black walks out from the back. He wears the X Championship over his shoulder and slings it up in the air to a big cheer before he walks down to the ring. He shows off the championship to the camera on his way past it, and it becomes clear that the red marks on the title are not part of the design, but the dried blood of Alyster’s previous victims. His face is obscured by his mask, but he nods his head to the crowd and bumps a few fists on his way down the entrance way. Whilst Black seems confident, he is walking with a noticeable limp.

Covert Jay: That is one baller move, keeping the blood of your opponents on your championship like that. I have it on good authority that some of that blood belongs to someone that we know here at UGWC…

Vinegar: That is correct, Jay. Some of that blood will belong to Gabrielle Montgomery, who has spent some time here with us in the past. She and Alyster Black are… or perhaps were… very close friends and former tag team partners. They fought a brutal match at the Grand March event earlier this year over Alyster’s championship, with a brutal curb stomping of Gabrielle’s face into some thumb tacks being a vicious highlight of that encounter.

Lieberjosch: He seems to be like a monster. It is no surprise to me that he was let go by Fallout, Incorporated, he is a walking liability! If they’re trying to run a legitimate operation over there then they can’t afford to have this guy around.

Vinegar: Aside from that X Championship he is carrying, he has no connections with the FWA anymore - he was offered a deal with what was left of the company following the spin out, but he refused to sign any deal they put in front of him. So, he’s bringing his very unique set of talents elsewhere, and we are just the first stop on the road it would seem!

Black enters the ring by climbing up the steps and then going through the ropes. He and Randall stare at each other - full eye contact not possible due to Black’s mask - and there is a small nod from both men; it is clear that they understand that this is purely business. Black presses the championship against his forehead and passes it over to referee Sam Green, who is already wearing gloves in anticipation for what is surely to come in this match.

The referee raises the championship up into the air as both men look at each other and then up to the FWA X Championship being held aloft. Mitchell Dennis steps forward and clears his throat before speaking into his microphone.

Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is an X Rules Match, scheduled for one fall… and it is for the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance X Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… from San Diego, California… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-four pounds… ‘The Wildcard’ JAAAAASSSSONNNNNN RAAAAANNNDAAALLLLLLL!!!

Randal nods his head along with the loud reaction from the fans, and he smirks slightly in the direction of Alyster Black, who waits with his head bowed down.

Mitchell Dennis: His opponent… from Melbourne, Australia by way of San Dimas, California… weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds… he is the FWA X Champion… ‘Black Jesus’ AAAAAAAALYYYSTERRRRR BLAAAAAACKKKK!!!

Upon his name being read out, Black shoots his head up and holds his arms out, soaking in the huge reception that he is receiving. With the introductions complete, the ring announcer leaves the ring and takes the championship with him. Both competitors begin to circle the ring as the bell rings!

X RULES MATCH
JASON RANDALL vs ALYSTER BLACK

As soon as they are permitted to do so, Black and Randall both meet in the middle of the ring and start immediately laying into each other. Neither man even attempts to block the other’s strikes to the face, which are a mixture of punches and forearm smashes. There’s no rhythm to them either, with neither waiting for their opponent to hit them before firing back. It is both men getting in as many tags as they can as quickly as they can. Randall breaks away and spins, looking for a Discus Lariat, but Black ducks it… and connects with a Roaring Elbow to the side of Randall’s head!

The strike does not rattle Randall much, but he definitely feels it and he stumbles back a couple of steps, but comes back with a big Roaring Elbow of his own! This time it is Black that is slightly rattled, but ‘The Wildcard’ looks to move away from the striking and he attempts to scoop Black up onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry, but Black is able to quickly slide off of Randall’s back and get behind him. Black shoves Randall forward towards the corner, and Randall collides with the turnbuckles chest-first. Black grabs Randall around the waist as he comes out of the corner, looking for a German Suplex. However, several well-placed elbows from Randall knock Black away from him.

Randall turns around after Alyster recoils away following the elbow strikes, and he boots the X Champion in the midsection and then follows up with a double sledge to the back of the head. It seems that Randall has managed to gain a small advantage over Black, and he connects with a Knee Lift to Black’s face, knocking him back into an upright position. Randall scoops Black up using his legs… and then powers him down to the mat with an Alabama Slam!! Black holds the back of his head after the whiplashing impact, and Randall then drops an elbow down across Black’s chest before Black has a chance to get up to his feet.

With Black down following those series of heavy-hitting moves, Randall decides that it is time to take things into his own hands and kick things up a gear by rolling out of the ring and having a rummage underneath to see what he can find. Randall grabs a couple of chairs and slides them under the bottom rope into the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron and then climbs back through the ropes… However he realises too late that he did make a misstep by sliding the chairs into the ring as Black has acquired one… and he throws the chair right into Randall’s head!!

The impact sends Randall stumbling back, and he spills through the ropes and down to the floor. Black pulls himself up from his knees and leaves the chairs in the ring and catches up with Randall on the floor. Black grabs him by the neck and bounces his head off of the steel steps several times, and then slams him down on the floor on the back of his head. Black reaches under the ring this time and he pulls out a kendo stick! Black swings the stick around in his hand a few times and then smacks it off of Randall’s ribs! Black mounts Randall and punches him in the head a couple of times before he drives the kendo stick across Randall’s throat!

Randall sputters on the floor and attempts to force the kendo stick from choking him further, but Black is putting all of his weight down on him. Further, with Randall being pinned to the floor, he also finds his shoulders down on the mat, and the referee drops down to make a count - it’s falls count anywhere in an X Rules Match!

ONE… TWO… NO!!

Randall had no choice but to force one of his shoulders up from the floor, and in doing so he managed to knock Black slightly off balance. This created the opportunity for Randall to shove the kendo stick away, but Black responds by cracking Randall over the top of the head with the kendo stick! Black rises to his feet and throws the kendo stick into the crowd as a keepsake for one of the WrestleStock fans, and he lifts the ring apron up once again… and pulls out a table! The appearance of the wood is greeted by a big cheer from the fans, and Black slides it under the bottom rope into the ring.

Black is not done, though, and he pulls a second table from under the ring! This one he opts not to take into the ring, though, and he begins to set it up at ringside parallel to the ring apron. Black erects the table and then turns around to Randall, who is just getting up from the floor. ‘The Wildcard’ senses the danger that he is in and he steps away, walking around the ring and then trying to slide back in, but Black is in hot pursuit. He grabs onto Randall’s boot and pulls his challenger back outside of the ring and hits him with a knife edge chop to the chest. Black reels off another couple of stiff chops and then a series of punches and elbows to the head and body, mixed in with the chops.

The crowd cheer as Black’s Violence Party concludes and Randal falls into Black’s arms, and Black then lifts Randall’s dead weight up into the ring. Black himself climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. It is largely unfamiliar territory for the X Champion, but he steadies himself and then drops down onto Randall with an Elbow Drop to the chest! Black instinctively hooks the leg, and the referee makes a count…

ONE… TWO… NO!!

Another kick out from Randall, who seems to be in some trouble as Black has had his way with him for the last several minutes now. Black pulls Randall by the arm and then props him against the bottom turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. The X Champion then backs up into an adjacent corner and charges in… and connects with a big face wash!! Black’s boot grinds against Black’s face as he now repeats the motion from a standing position, in an attempt to just wear Randall down slowly.

Black once again grabs Randall’s arm and uses it to pull him out of the corner and he takes position at Randall’s side, and takes him over with a Saito Suplex! He decides not to go for another pin attempt on this occasion, and instead he picks up one of the chairs from the mat and opens it up, putting it down on the mat. The second chair - the one that was thrown at Randall’s head to begin this period of dominance for the X Champion - is set up in the same way opposite the first chair. Black, clearly with something specific in mind, slowly nods his head and removes himself from the ring once again and looks underneath.

There is a stunned moment of silence, but then loud cheers for the promised brutality as Alyster Black pulls out a barbed wire board from underneath the ring!

The large board is cumbersome for Black to get into the ring due to the barbed wire getting caught on the bottom rope as Black slides it into the ring. It is this additional time that gave Jason Randall what he needed in order to meet Black with a Knee Trembler to the side of the head as he entered the ring! Black slumps down onto the mat following the contact, and Randall hooks both legs quickly!

ONE… TWO… NO!!

There is some frustration on Randall’s face due to the unsuccessful pin attempt and failure to pick up the X Championship to bring it back to the FWA. At least Randall is in the driving seat, and he surveys the scene around him and more specifically, the board that is totally caked in strings of barbed wire. Randall seems fully aware that he needs to do whatever he can to put down Alyster Black (given that many of the FWA’s best have tried and failed to take the X Championship from Black), and he carefully picks some of the barbed wire from the board… and wraps it around his own foot.

Randall hops towards Black, who is still getting up by the ropes, and Randall grabs both of Black’s wrists. ‘The Wildcard’ takes a moment to look around the fans watching with bated breath… AND HE STARTS STOMPING ON BLACK’S FACE WITH HIS BARBED WIRE BOOT!! The fans are shocked by what they are seeing, and almost immediately, the fabric of Alyster Black’s mask becomes slightly torn in several places due to the razored wire, and blood emerges from Black’s face through the mask.

Black is totally defenceless to the strikes, which are hurting him in several ways, and he is only granted a release when Randall decides to stop of his own volition. Black’s body limply drops to the mat and he squirms due to the pain that he is in. Randall removes the barbed wire from around his boot, and then wraps it around his arm! The wire tears into Randall’s own skin on his arm, causing it to bleed, but he ignores the pain and uses his other arm to pull Black up from the mat and then RANDALL TAKES DOWN BLACK WITH A BARBED WIRE ASSISTED DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!!! Black’s chest is now covered in small cuts too, and Randall goes for another pin, making sure to press his forearm into Black’s face - even more barbed wire digging into Alyster’s skin through his mask!

ONE… TWO… THR-NO!!!

Black powers out and sits up from the mat, in defiance more than anything. Randall gets to his feet and attempts to boot him in the face, but Black catches his boot and then somehow rises to his feet whilst holding onto Randall’s foot, and he shoves him backwards, and Randall lands in a seated position on one of the chairs that have been set up in the ring. Black reaches down and grabs a strip of barbed wire from the board and mirrors Randall’s act in wrapping the wire around his lower arm and fist too. He then sits opposite Randall on the other chair and there seems to be an understanding in place between the two of them… THEY START PUNCHING EACH OTHER WITH BARBED WIRE WRAPPED FISTS!!

Each strike is enough to cut even more skin (and fabric in Alyster Black’s case due to his mask), and very quickly both men are bleeding profusely from their foreheads (even more so in Black’s case once again). After taking several punches to the head and needing to wipe his blood from his eyes, Randall breathes heavily and slumps down in his seat. Alyster Black - seemingly drawing power from this increased level of violence in the match - reaches down underneath him and grabs his chair and rises to his feet AND HE SLAMS THE CHAIR DOWN ON THE TOP OF RANDALL’S HEAD!!! Randall slumps down from the impact onto his side, narrowly missing the laid out barbed wire board.

The X Champion stands over Randall and then removes the barbed wire from his body, and gets to work in setting up the other table that had been brought into the ring. Black carelessly flips the table over, and due to his physical state, his hands shake as he attempts to straighten the legs of the overturned table out. He eventually does so and reinforces the supports, and turns the table back over and stands it up in the ring. Black then approaches Jason Randall and removes the barbed wire from his arm too, although he takes significantly less care than he did with his own makeshift bracelet.

It is clear that Black has some sort of plan in mind that involves the table, and he bounces Randall’s bloodied face off of the surface of it, and then takes Randall towards the corner. Black scoops Randall up onto his shoulders and starts scaling up the turnbuckle whilst facing the table and somehow managing to carry Randall’s entire body weight as he does so. Black’s leg shake as he gets up onto the top rope and he leaps/falls from the top… AND DRIVES RANDALL INTO THE RING APRON WITH AN AVALANCHE DEATH-VALLEY DRIVER!!! THE TABLE WAS A LIE!!

Black falls to the floor following the impact, hitting his own eye on the corner of the table set up outside of the ring, which causes him to fall to the floor clutching his face. Randall is motionless on the ring apron, and undoubtedly in a position where Black could pin him were he not already occupied at this moment in time. The crowd’s cheers blend into one constant barrage of noise, appreciative of the effort that both men have gone to in order to win this match. Even though his hands are still shaking, and he is accumulating several injuries through his own actions, Black pulls himself up to his feet on the outside of the ring.

Jason Randall grabs onto the middle rope and seems to be pulling himself up also, somehow. Randall’s breathing is heavy, given he was clearly winded by that impact onto the ring apron. Black pulls himself up onto the ring apron next to Randall and then rises to his feet… and he pulls Randall up at the same time. The two stand next to each other for a moment and Randall somehow fires off a shot to Black as he holds one hand on the top rope. Both men loom over the table set up on the outside of the ring. There is no hesitation from Alyster Black to fire back, and his punch almost knocks Randall off balance.

The two men exchange more punches and strikes on the ring apron, and Black manages to connect with a headbutt to Randall, and this drops the challenger down onto one knee. This is all the opening that Alyster Black needs… AND HE TAKES RANDALL BACK FROM THE RING APRON WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP - BOTH MEN CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE BELOW!!!

It is yet another awful landing for both men, and they lay semi-conscious in the wreckage of the table, both of their chests puffing up and down as they catch their breaths. The referee checks on both men and deduces that neither is knocked out, miraculously. Alyster Black is the first to react as Randall seems to only be able to move his fingers around in the immediate area of his hand. Black shuffles his body through the debris and on top of Randall… and as he leans back on him it is sufficient enough for a pin!

ONE… TWO… THRE-NO!!!

The pin is broken by Randall… WHO DRIVES A SHARD OF SPLINTERED WOOD INTO BLACK’S EYE!! Randall managed to grab it whilst he was down - it was what he was reaching for, evidently - and with Black on top of him, he reached around and held it in Black’s eye socket. It is the same eye and the same corner of the table that Alyster banged it on earlier in the match when he fell to the floor, and the X Champion screams in agony as the piece of wood is driven into his eye, his mask potentially saving him from becoming blinded by the brutal move employed by Randall.

Randall refuses to relent, and the referee is forced to ask Black whether he submits to this pseudo-submission move from his challenger. Black refuses, and he tries to create some much-needed separation between himself and Randall by getting to his feet, and he manages to shake Randall off of him, although some serious damage has clearly been done. Black’s vision is clearly impeded, as he falls into the ring apron upon getting to his feet. Randall pushes himself up from the floor too, and he follows Black into the ring. Black trips over one of the steel chairs that he is unable to see… AND RANDALL PICKS THE SAME CHAIR UP AND BOUNCES IT OFF OF BLACK’S HEAD!!

Mindbogglingly, Black is not downed by the chair shot, but he is extremely jelly-legged and this leaves him susceptible to the boot to the midsection from Randall that follows. Randall then places Black in a Double Underhook and he looks behind him and sees the barbed wire board… DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE BOARD!!! RANDALL HITS BLACK WITH DEUCES WILD!!! It was high risk and high reward for Randall, as hitting the move meant that his back bore the brunt of the impact with the board and he finds himself almost stuck to the board as a result. As Randall attempts to sit up, the camera gets a close up shot of the barbed wire picking at Randall’s back as he sits up from it. His skin tears as Black’s weight holds the boards down.

Randall gets to his feet and arches his back, clearly in significant pain as a result of his own manoeuvre. He grabs Alyster Black by the boot and he pulls the X Champion off of the board. A large piece of Black fabric remains in place, though, and as a result a section of Black’s mask is now missing. Not enough to reveal his identity, but his brown hair peeks through the new hole. Aside from that, all that is visible is his bloodstained skin. Randall drops to his knees and covers Black… seemingly relieved that the match is finally over…

ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

NO!!!!!

The fans cheer loudly and Randall is SHOOK due to Black somehow managing to kick out of that hellacious move. Randall holds up three fingers to the referee, who is adamant that it was a two count and Black did kick out before his hand hit the mat for a third time. The challenger looks down at the bloody and beaten body of his challenger and shakes his head… before he pulls Black up one more time and moves him towards the corner. It is the same corner that Black rode the Bomb to Hell from onto the apron, and it seems that by Randall’s positioning of Black on the top turnbuckle, he is thinking of doing something similar, but actually using the table this time.

Randall climbs up onto the second rope and stands over Black, and punches him in the head several times to ensure that he remains controllable. Randall then advances to the top rope and he pulls Alyster up, hooking him in another Double Underhook. Randall looks for another DEUCES WILD FROM THE TOP ROPE, ASSUREDLY THROUGH THE WAITING TABLE - BUT BLACK RESISTS IT!! Black holds onto the top rope with everything that he can muster and he prevents Randall from being able to take him down with a second Deuces Wild, that he probably knows that he would not be able to survive.

Despite Black’s prevention of the move, Randall attempts to execute it once again, but he cannot break Black’s grip on the top rope. Randall almost loses his own grip, and he grabs onto the first thing he can reach to keep himself in position… and it is Alyster Black’s mask. Black feels his mask slipping from his face, and all of a sudden, he becomes clearly enraged… and he meets Randall with a Headbutt to the face. Randall releases his grip of Black’s mask and then Black slides down from the corner through Randall’s legs. Alyster quickly fixes his torn mask as best he can, and he clubs Randall with a strike to the back.

Randall turns around on the turnbuckle and is now facing Black. Alyster picks up one of the steel chairs and THROWS IT RIGHT INTO RANDALL’S FACE!! The chair falls to the floor outside of the ring, so Black grabs the other AND RANDALL EATS A SECOND CHAIR!! Black now climbs up onto the second rope to meet the severely groggy Randall and he hooks his arm underneath his head. The fans who are aware of Alyster Black begin to start cheering as they know what is coming next as Black climbs onto the top rope and hauls Randall up to his feet… AND BLACK FALLS BACK, PUTTING RANDALL THROUGH THE WAITING TABLE WITH AN AVALANCHE BRAINBUSTER!!! BLACK HITS THE SATAN’S SPIKE FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

The crowd is going wild, and Black leans his head and arm back over Randall’s chest in the middle of the broken table… and the referee counts…

ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

ALYSTER BLACK RETAINS!!

WINNER: ALYSTER BLACK VIA PIN FALL AT 19:49

‘Sonne’ plays one more time and the referee places the X Championship over the waist of Alyster Black as he lies on top of Jason Randall among the wreckage of the table.

Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner and STILL the FWA X Champion… ALYSTER BLACK!!!

Vinegar: That was… brutal. These two men have come here to UGWC to battle over the FWA X Championship and they’ve assuredly taken time off of each other’s careers in doing so. Barbed wire, tables, chairs… these guys knew exactly how to hurt each other, possibly irreparably.

Lieberjosch: They’re both just a week from fighting in similar matches as part of FWA’s Back in Business… how? How did they manage to do all of that, and HOW is Alyster Black able to stand right now?!

The X Champion is up to his feet and he holds the title in his hand, and it had dragged over Randall’s face as he picked it up from the mat. Black’s hands shake, but he can see that he has some new blood on his title, and he looks at his own partially-visible reflection.

Covert Jay: That’s some more blood that Black has accumulated on that championship, as he moves on holding the title past WrestleStock. We know his next defence is at the end of July as part of a SCWW event against Izaya Snowmantashi - where is he going to go next? Wherever it is, I’m sure that I’ll be paying attention!

Vinegar: It seems that Alyster Black, whether he’s allowed to or not, plans on holding the X Championship for a long time and despite the best efforts of the FWA, they’re just going to have to deal with it! That’s not to diminish the efforts of Jason Randall, either. He’s certainly seen his stock rise with what he was able to do here at WrestleStock.

Covert Jay: No doubt about it! That guy took on and dished out more than many could hope to. At another time and against another champion? He’s walking out of here with a title. You can tell that Alyster Black knows that he was just in one hell of a fight.

Black looks down at his defeated challenger, finally breaking his gaze from himself in his title belt… and Black offers a hand down to Randall. Randall, disappointed to have lost and in great pain, agrees to accept Black’s hand and there is a good cheer as both men show each other a sign of respect with a nod. Black climbs out of the ring, and he interacts with some of the fans on his way to the back… relieved to have survived this big scare.

[UGWC Staff]

I finally made it back to my seat. My dad was worried. He said he went to look for me after the first WrestleStock Open Semi-Final. So I told him I just got lost in one of the districts. I was annoyed as fuck that I missed as much as I did, but at least I made it back in time for the championship matches.

It was time for the UGWC Cooperative Championship match. My first thought was that Captain 80’s and The Dark Destroyer would get massacred. But after I thought about it, I thought maybe UGWC had something up their sleeve.

As I thought about it, and this is going to seem entirely made up, but it’s the truth: I felt the temperature drop dramatically. I’m not talking ten or even twenty degrees. I mean it had to have dropped at least fifty degrees, and I was freezing! I still don’t know how they did it, but the UGWC production team really outdid themselves.

And that was when Captain 80’s and The Dark Destroyer made their entrance…



They came out to Tool’s “Die Eier Von Satan.” Which, by the way, have you ever listened to that? Like actually listened to it? I have friends who are taking German in high school and they think it’s hilarious. Anyway, this was a really cool entrance…

At first, nothing happened. The only thing that could be seen was the big orange ball of fire in the sky as it was setting. It was strange how on that side of the sky it was a bright orange and pink horizon. But, when you looked to the opposite side, it was a turquoise blue and green, and the stars could be seen.

Then, a plane flew overhead. Or, it seemed like a plane. It zipped across the sky and then turned towards WrestleStock, slowing down, and finally landing on the blanket of sand about a football field away from the entrance stage. It was difficult to see from where we were standing, but what I could only assume was the Falcor, opened up and Captain 80’s and Dark Destroyer stepped out of it. Err Bear followed closely behind.

The song reached its end, and then looped back to the beginning just as they all reached the stage and made their way down to the ring. They looked different. They looked bigger. More intimidating. They looked like dark cartoons come to life, like the animatronics in Wily’s Wonderland. They walked right past us, Dark Destroyer mumbling incoherently, and Captain 80’s saying “YEAH!!!” like it was a period.

Mid-entrance, Err Bear stopped and slowly turned his head. I swear, it felt like he was looking right at me. And then suddenly, he vanished. As if he were never there to begin with. Everyone noticed and the crowd became silent. Mitchell Dennis stood in the middle of the ring, sweating bullets. I’m not sure if it’s because he felt like he was put on the spot or if it’s because the temperature suddenly rose back to about 105. The Dark Detroyer and Captain 80’s seemed to shrink back to their actual size that I imagined them to be. Dennis chuckled nervously into the microphone as feedback pierced our ears for a split second.

Mitchell Dennis: Uh… Well, apparently the administrator has fixed the boards!

And then one of the most bizarre things happened: The entire Sonoran Desert erupted in cheers like their favorite team had just won the world series.

Anyway, Cap and Dark Destroyer stepped into the ring and awaited the champions.



Next, Baltimore Elite came out. Their Disturbed track “Violence Fetish” really gets me pumped up.

Today was no different. When that track hit, it had me feeling some sort of way. I mean, I felt goosebumps as Ken Davison made his way out to the ring. And the sudden transition to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” was flawless as Kyra came out and joined him. I wonder how much Jack Daniels they drink before their matches.



They shared a drink as they took in the atmosphere, then made their way down to the ring together. Their cooperative championships seemed to shine brightly as the sun reflected off them.

As soon as they entered the ring, they went after Cap and Double D. They at least had the presence of mind to roll out of the ring before Baltimore Elite ambushed them.

Double D and Cap spent an extensive amount of time on the outside… I’m going to say discussing team strategy, but it looked more like they were arguing over noble methods or methods that were evil.

When they finally did agree to disagree, and Cap stepped into the ring, I bet he wished he hadn’t. Because Ken was waiting for him and was on the attack quickly. The bell rang as Davison executed a string of offensive strikes. Poor Cap didn’t have an answer for him.

Well, he did. But the answer was stumbling backward and tagging in Dark Destroyer, who froze on the apron. Ken smirked and tagged in Kyra. She was chomping at the bit. DD stood on the apron and babbled incoherently about some sort of evil that Kyra carried with her. Maybe it had to do with her allegedly terrible parenting, according to Konrad Raab.

Bad parent or good parent, it didn’t stop Kyra from marching to the opposing corner, grabbing the top top that DD was clutching, and using his momentum to flip him into the ring. She gave him a few good stomps before rushing over and grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels. The place roared with approval! And I was one of them!

Referee Hazel East was quick to stand between Kyra and DD, insisting that she would disqualify them if she used that bottle as a weapon. Now everyone was in an uproar, and showered her with boos. In the midst of Kyra arguing with Hazel, Dark Destroyer had a rare epiphany and reached over Hazel East’s shoulder, poking Kyra in the eye. She stumbled backwards and Hazel turned, confused, towards Dark Destroyer. He held his hands up innocently, though his smirk indicated otherwise.

When Dark Destroyer charged forward to capitalize, however, Kyra hit him with a stiff clothesline that sent him spinning in the air. She went to work on him for a while… I mean, a long while… I would say at least the next five minutes were spent with her kicking the shit out of him. He did manage to get one offensive move in on her, almost. He had countered one of her clotheslines, and positioned her for a back suplex, only for his feet to get tangled on his cape as he went to lift her. This sent him down awkwardly and Kyra continued her offense.

She finally stood and tagged Ken and it was his turn to deliver some offense. At this point, it seemed like Baltimore Elite were only playing with their food. Somehow, Dark Destroyer managed to get enough offense to create space between he and Ken, and he tagged in Captain 80’s, who screamed “YEEEEAH!” before climbing back into the match. He entered the ring and nodded his head as he stared a hole through Ken Davison. Ken looked around, confused, asking the crowd for help on whether Cap was serious or joking.

It turns out he was serious.

But he should have been joking.

Because when he went to attack Ken, the Godly One side stepped him and waited for him to turn, kicking him in the stomach, before hitting the Kenadian Destroyer!

He tagged Kyra in and the Dark Destroyer decided to make a heroic stand for his partner by sprinting across the ring towards her. He gets intercepted, however, as Ken leaps in from the side, and hurricanrana’s DD through the ropes to the outside. Baltimore Elite turn their attention to Captain 80’s and hit him with the Jawdropper 2.0! And Kyra made the cover.

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I can’t say I was surprised by the finish, but the match itself was more entertaining than I expected. Their music hit, and as it did, a cameraman kind of got in my way, so I didn’t catch a lot of what happened next…

[UGWC Staff]

‘MzHyde’ by Halestorm fills the arena as The Baltimore Elite stand in the middle of the ring until the referee hands them their Cooperative Championships. Ken gives Kyra a look and she nods at him confidently. Davison walks over to the ropes and asks for a microphone, which one of the ringside personnel brings over. After a quick thanks, he returns to the center of the ring and calls for the music to be cut.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. The United Global Wrestling Coalition presents to you, the single greatest tag team in the company today… the Baltimore Elite! It’s me again, “Godly” K-E-N. Standing next to me is my beautiful wife who will drop your jaw the second before she drops you. Destroyer, Captain 80s, you should have taken notes.”

Kyra takes the microphone, still breathing a little heavy as she puts it up to her mouth.

"We're… every God damned thing we said we were. Is that a surprise?! It shouldn't be. We've despatched every team that the UGWC has put in front of us. And we want more… don't we babe?"

She glances over at Ken, smiling. Sensing her cue, Ken takes over speaking.

“I entered the District Conquest match because I wanted more. I think I've showed all of you that I thrive in that kind of… Carnage"

Ken smiles at the mention of his former company.

"I put myself through all of that as a warm up for this match. Why? Because I wanted more. We have beaten each and every team put in front of us. Here in UGWC, they are throwing people together hoping and praying that those teams can compete with us. Those prayers have fallen upon deaf ears. It’s like these two douchenoggins didn’t even show up. Now, let's go down the list.”

“Time Jumpers?”

“Jumped them and dumped them. Tragedia del'Arte?”

“Deathmatch. Killed them. Tragic. “Incendium?”

“They had Baals. Sent them back to the Garden of Eden. Hastings?”

“Two chances. Two partners. Two victories for the Baltimore Elite. Piercing Media Empire.”

“Toppled the Empire. Done.”

"Didn't think we could body all these motherfuckers? Well… we bodied all these motherfuckers. Just saying…"

Kyra finishes with a smirk.

“We can’t call out any of the teams in UGWC out because there aren’t any left. We asked for the best. The Coalition gave us their best. We beat their best. We want more. We want to be the greatest cooperative team this company has ever seen. Bring us your best. I want the suits to send people out to dig up the graves of The Thames Valley Hit Squad, Sex and Violence, and the Hashtag Cool Kids. Hell, someone get a message to Konrad to get his brother over here so we can get our win back from the Monstimals.”

Ken pulls Kyra over, leaning behind her for a moment while he catches his breath, trying his best to not show the ear and tear on his body. He picks his head up, kisses her on the shoulder, and turns back to the camera.

“You have representatives here from Zion Wrestling, Level Up Wrestling, Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, Sin City Wrestling, and more here at Wrestlestock. Since there aren’t any teams left for us to conquer here in UGWC, we want to put out an open challenge to ANY team in ANY company that thinks that they can walk in here and take our championships from us. We are the absolute best tag team in this industry, male, female, or intergender. Who else we got here? Sin City, where are you at? Maybe you can get some of your pups out of the Wolfslair. I know Level Up is out, but come on. NFW, don’t you guys at least have a tag division?”

At this point, the cameraman has moved out of my way and I’m able to see again, just in time to see Daedalus appear at the entrance stage. And he didn’t seem as jovial as he typically does. Behind him, Kosnar appeared, dragging a body bag. He peered out from behind his mask as he stopped next to Daedalus. The body bag stirred, and finally opened up, as Pisces sat up, her nightgown stained from the desert sand. She stood next to Kosnar and Daedalus pointed down at the ring, glaring at Ken and Kyra.

The two members of Baltimore Elite looked questioningly at Hazel East and she shrugged. Ken and Kyra both nodded and insisted that they count this as a match.

Now, while I’m not the biggest fan of the Astro Creeps, they do seem sincere with who they are. And I followed them when they suddenly appeared in NFW and had their first feud with a team called Cornbread Mafia. It was kind of what I would consider the breakout opportunity for Kosnar and Pisces, who has served as ominous and eerily quiet bodyguards for Tempest. So, I have to admit that I was very interested in what might happen next. Was this Daedalus throwing the Astro Creeps into the Cooperative Division? Or just a knee-jerk reaction to Baltimore Elite’s recent alliance with Lucy Wylde?

As I was contemplating this, Kosnar and Pisces stepped into the ring. The cameraman started to step in my way again, then turned and smiled at me. It was Holden Orson! Holy shit!

He introduced himself to me and my dad, and a few other fans and talked to us. I asked him for an autograph and he signed it:

Signing autographs is so mainstream. Scoff. -Holden Orson

I looked up just in time to see Kyra smash her Jack Daniels bottle over the head of Pisces. There was glass and blood all over the canvas. Even some of the security on hand seemed concerned. Hazel East called for the bell to start the match. But that left Kosnar to take on Baltimore Elite by himself.

He obliged, of course. And for it being two on one, he did fight back quite well. But, unlike a horror movie, the speed advantage worked for Ken and Kyra. And they outnumbered him. But just as they were overcoming him?

Daedalus slid into the ring. I don’t know if he was feeling a little more ambitious this evening–I dunno, maybe some of that Jack Daniels found the back of his gullet–or if he got a little too into the moment and went further across the line than he intended, but whatever the reason? Kyra and Ken grabbed him. Much to the delight of the fans, they hit him with the Jawdropper 2.0.

For a brief moment, this left an opening wide enough for Kosnar to take advantage of. But he used it to grab a shard of the Jack Daniels bottle and sliced it through the air across Ken Davison’s forehead. Hazel East promptly disqualified him, but that actually seemed to wake Ken up even more.

Kyra hit Kosnar across the back with a steel chair. The gloves were off now. No longer was this a match. It was a street fight. Ken, crimson mask and all, joined in and he and Kyra went to town on Kosnar. It was then that Pisces slithered back into the ring and joined the brawl. Her mask had been hit so hard that it was halfway off her face, revealing what looked like… I don’t even know, y’all. I hate to say this about anyone, but she looked hideous. Hazel East decided she had lost control at that point and left the ring as the back and forth continued.

And then something I didn’t think would ever happen, actually happened.



The Cornbread Mafia from NFW actually stood at the entrance ramp of a UGWC event. Daedalus was coming to on the outside of the ring, struggling to his feet. Pisces and Kosnar managed to shove Baltimore Elite away long enough to exit the ring and turn their attention to their rivals at New Frontier. Part of me wanted Shawn and Cameron Worley to come down to the ring and join the chaos.

But they just stood at the entrance and pointed. And they weren’t pointing at the Astro Creeps. The Cornbread Mafia were pointing at Baltimore Elite.

The Baltimore Elite wanted more competition in the Cooperative division. It looked to me like they were going to get what they wished for.

[UGWC Staff]

The next match was the one I was most excited about today. It was the Cross-Hemisphere championship. There’s so much history behind that championship, and it’s been held by some of the greats. Not just Deimos and Pierce and the usuals who get the mainstream recognition.

How about guys like Zane Scott? My dad would agree a million percent with that one. Or Roxy Cotton, Angelica Vaughn? Dave Rydell, Lucy Wylde. How about forgottens like Holden Orson and Moss Edwards? Or who could forget Jesse Williams? My point is, this championship is just rich with historic runs and holders.

And I had the privilege of watching what I thought was an excellent rivalry on this night.



It was Phrixus who was the challenger. And as “Phucking Phreak” began to play, the tension was rising.

The rivalry between Phrixus Deimos and the Astro Creeps/Dead Rabbit Society was one of the more underrated ones, in my opinion. The way that Phrixus fixated all of his energy into stopping the evil that surrounded these people. I just thought it was a unique storyline that UGWC capitalized on.

Phrixus made his way down to the ring, eerie as ever. And I watched on eagerly as he stood and waited for his opponent.



“Kill of the Night” played and I was reminded that Ragdoll has one of the best entrance themes in the business. Nothing captures her personality quite like her entrance music, and when she appeared at the entrance ramp with that crazed grin on her face? Son, let me tell you. I was scared!

I thought that crazy clown had half a mind to come out into the crowd and attack some of the UGWC fans without a second thought. And maybe I was right. But on that night, she stayed on her side of the fence.

She made her way down to the ring with the Cross-Hemisphere championship, a title she had held since February fourteenth. Her trusty bodyguards followed, and her rabbit was clutched in her hand as it sagged from the brick within it. When she got to the ring, she handed her championship and Bunny off to Tank and Trevor, before sliding into the ring and taunting Deimos with perhaps the most annoying laugh I had ever heard. Then she did something that stopped my heart mid-beat. She looked at me.

I swear, those golden eyes stared right at me and all I could do was stand, frozen in the crowd. Then, she turned back to Deimos and cackled again.

The bell rang and this was it! Adrenaline hit me as if I was the one in the match.

They circled each other at first. How long had this been accumulating? I’m sure if you asked Jacky, she’d shrug it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone in the desert knew otherwise though.

They locked up. I expected some shenanigans from Jacky, but I was wrong. They locked up and locked up good, just like classic wrestling always started out. Deimos got the early advantage, and applied a hammerlock, holding onto it tightly as he positioned himself behind Jacky.

A mischievous smirk pulled at the Ragdoll’s mouth, though, and she reached up with her other arm and wrapped it around Fear’s neck. She lifted her leg, bent flirtatiously as she looked up at Fear with a grin and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Deimos shoved her away, and while his expression remained neutral, his body language said otherwise. Ragdoll stumbled away from him with another giggle, before suddenly turning it up a notch and charging back at him. Phrixus tried to step out of the way but was too slow for the basement dropkick that connected with his left knee. He flipped forward and hit the mat, but Jacky was quickly on the attack, hitting him with a kick right into the ribs.

She controlled the first part of this match, hitting Phrixus with some violent, stiff strikes that really worked the crowd. It really was undeniable the aura that surrounded her in the ring. She was larger than life in her own right. There was a moment where I thought Phrixus may have gained momentum. She irish whipped him into the ropes, but then missed a clothesline on the rebound. Phrixus bounced off the ropes a second time, but this time Jacky hit him with her signature move, The Button Buster! And she put some STANK on it! She made the cover!

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Phrixus kicked out at 2! But he really needed to get some momentum if he wanted to beat Jaclyn Pierrot. Once you were dug in a hole with her, it was as hard to come out of as it was your own grave.

She pulled Phrixus up to his knees, and lifted her own knee into his face, sending him back down to the canvas. For good measure, she followed that up with a jumping double foot stomp right on his chest. My dad watched on with increasing concern as we watched one of our heroes get squashed into the ground like a bug. This wasn’t supposed to be as one-sided as it had been to this point. Not to us.

Jaclyn climbed the turnbuckle. This was it. This was where she was going to mess up and Deimos was going to get his comeback. She leaped off… and she hit a frog splash. Hooking the leg, she released another unbearable cackle.

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Kick out! Phrixus was still in it. Suddenly, I felt myself rooting for Phrixus even more than I was rooting for Seb two days ago. (I wonder if I could get Seb’s autograph before this whole thing was over. Or Jet Somers! I love Jet Somers!)

Ragdoll continued her relentless attack. After several stomps to continue weakening the Embodiment of Fear, she pulled him to his feet. But Deimos gave her a kick to the stomach! Okay, this was it. Come on, Phrixus! He whipped her into the ropes, no! She countered and whipped him into the ropes! And Trevor hit him in the back from the outside with his humongous forearm! The desert erupted with disapproval as Phrixus fell to his knees and of course, there was Ragdoll, hurling herself through the air and hitting him with a flying knee! She made the cover once more!

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Another kick out from Deimos!

Jaclyn stood and positioned herself in the corner, waiting as Deimos struggled to his feet before sprinting forward. Deimos side stepped as an act of desperation and countered her with a drop toe hold! And to Ragdoll’s surprise (and everyone else’s), trapped her in the Millennial Decay!

But he didn’t have it locked in as tightly as he might have if he hadn’t endured all of Ragdoll’s offense to this point. She wiggled free and the two stood nearly at the same time. Deimos ducked a right haymaker and countered it with a neckbreaker. Finally, he was gaining some momentum!

He pulled Ragdoll up by her hair and whipped her into the ropes, but she again reversed it! This time, Deimos hit a baseball slide on Tank, and Bunny leaped from his hands! Well, the reality was, Tank may have tossed Bunny into the ring as he fell backwards into the barricade. Deimos slid back into the ring and took off as Ragdoll grabbed Bunny and turned… right into a spear from Phrixus! Bunny jumped out of her hands and fell onto the canvas, as Jaclyn was sent forcefully backwards into the mat herself. Now it was Deimos’s turn to make the cover.

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Kickout by Ragdoll! Deimos picked her up… but no! She hit him with a low blow! And I was ready to climb the fuckin’ barricade, son, that’s how much she got under my skin with her tactics. And then to make matters worse? Tank and Trevor both climbed up onto the apron, distracting the referee!

Jaclyn whipped Phrixus into the ropes and positioned herself, giving Deimos a drop toe hold of her own into the middle rope. She scurried over and grabbed Bunny, the referee still trying to maintain order with Ragdoll’s massive bodyguards.

She sprinted forward with Bunny / Bunny sprinted forward.

She rushed to the ropes and swung for the fences / Bunny leaped into the ropes and spun.

And she hit Deimos square in the forehead with her brick-filled bunny corpse / Bunny hit him with a 619!

And Deimos stumbled backwards and back onto the canvas.

Ragdoll tossed Bunny to the outside / Bunny scrambled to the outside.

And Jaclyn made the cover!

It took a few seconds of Tank and Trevor yelling for Brian Chartreuse to turn around, before they both finally dropped down from the apron. The ref turned and, when he saw Ragdoll making the cover, slid across the ring into position, making the count. My heart sank.

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3-NO!

Deimos kicked out at the last possible split second! I couldn’t believe it! But he had a lot of ground to make up. The only thing Ragdoll hadn’t done yet was hit her finisher, and that seemed inevitable at this point. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. I looked at my dad and he looked at me. And looking back, I think fondly of that moment we shared. We didn’t need to say anything. We just knew that we were both in the moment. We were both worried. But we both were having an unforgettable experience right now.

At that point, frustration was setting into Jaclyn. She was sweating, her face paint was melting from her face, and she was generally annoyed at Deimos’s persistence. She was ready to end this. She pulled Deimos to his feet and glared at him with those golden rings. She was grinning from ear to ear. But when she went to kick him in the stomach, and set him up for The Punchline? He caught her foot, and he shoved her backwards. Losing her balance, Jaclyn landed directly on her butt. Deimos followed with a dropkick.

And then he again locked Ragdoll in a Millennial Decay! Stronger this time, Deimos had it locked it pretty deep. Of course, Tank and Trevor climbed back onto the apron, and Tank held Bunny / Bunny climbed onto the apron as well. Brian Chartreuse had to figure out which of the Dead Rabbit Society members to confront. As you may have guessed, he chose Trevor. Not the guy with the fuckin’ weapon in his hands, but ok.

With Trevor distracting Chartreuse, Tank stepped into the ring with Bunny clutched in his hands / with Bunny next to him.

Deimos saw him, though, and broke the hold on Pierrot. Tank sprinted forward and swung Bunny / Bunny sprinted forward and sprung into attack.

Deimos ducked! As Tank turned, Deimos then kicked him in the gut and grabbed Bunny from his hands. And Deimos hit Tank over the head with Bunny! The bricks connected with his head and sent him sprawling through the ropes to the outside! Deimos tossed Bunny out with him and turned back towards Ragdoll–but she was waiting for him! Grinning miserably as she kicked him in the stomach! The Punchline!

No! Deimos countered with The Numbing! He made the cover! After a few moments of nothing happening, Trevor finally jumped down from the apron and went to check on Tank and Bunny. Chartreuse turned and rushed to make the count.

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3-NO!

I couldn’t believe it! Jacky kicked out at 2.9999999!

Deimos slowly got to his feet, bringing Jacky up with him. Ragdoll took a swing, but Deimos dodged it, and as she spun around, Deimos shoved Jaclyn forward into the turnbuckle. She bounced off chest first and stumbled backwards. And for the third time in the match, Deimos locked in the Millennial Decay! And was in the center of the ring! He brought her down off her feet and straddled her back, locking it in tightly. Jaclyn fought, flailing her free arm desperately as her golden eyes turned red. Chartreuse asked her vigorously if she gave up, but Ragdoll refused. And then it became evident that she was losing consciousness. And then…

Phrixus Deimos released the hold.

I, along with thousands of other UGWC fans and my dad, watched on in shock as Deimos let go of her and stood. He circled the ring and, again, I swear it seemed like he stared right at me. And I don’t know if he actually said this or if I was just hearing things… But what I heard was Phrixus Deimos say to the UGWC fans… to my dad… to me...

“I want her to be awake.”

He ascended the turnbuckle as Ragdoll was struggling to get her bearings. She rolled over to her back, clutching at her throat and coughing. Deimos stood tall on the top turnbuckle, in maybe the most larger-than-life moment I’d seen so far at WrestleStock, and he leaped off, hitting Jaclyn with The Meteor Press! And Deimos made the cover!

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3!!!!

And Phrixus Deimos had done it! He had taken back control over the Cross-Hemisphere championship! And the words of Mitchell Dennis echoed in the desert night: “AND…. NEWWWWWWWW UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Champion…. PHRIXUUUUUUUUS DEIIIIIIIIIMOOOOOOOOS!”

And I looked at my dad and he looked at me, and with still one day left of this vacation we had taken together… we knew this was already the best trip we had ever taken together.

We left the main stage to go back to our campsite, and my head was still buzzing from the events of that day, so much so that when I bumped into him, I didn’t even recognize him at first.

“Sorry, excuse–”

I started, before looking up to see Jet Somers right in front of me, smiling just like I remember from my childhood. And he held a hand out to shake mine.

I’ll never forget that day. It was the day that really inspired me to follow my dreams. It pushed me to take a chance and take a leap. It was Day Number Three of WrestleStock… Twenty twenty-two.