Synergy #4 Results - April 26th 2010

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Ladies and Gentlemen what a show we have you tonight!

Lieberjosch: This is the quote unquote go home show, Nicholas. Of course it's a quote unquote what a show.

Jay: Huttah! Premature could take on new meaning, but it wont. Priapism!

Vinegar: Uh...

Lieberjosch: Indeed. Perhaps we should get the fluff out of the way so we may continue to build for our first ever Pay-Per-View.

Vinegar: Has it been decided if our viewers will need to subscribe to a special members only section of the webpage to view the matches?

Jay: Members Only is out of fashion, again.

Lieberjosch: Dear, mister ring announcer?

Dennis: Gladly. Ladies and... wait we're on the internet. Pedophiles and 400 pound pedophiles pretending to be women this is the opening contest of Synergy! Introducing first, standing six foot two inches, weighting in at 244 pounds, this is 'Savana' Aaannnnddddyyyyyy Saaaavaaaaaaaaaaaan-NA!

'Bullet with Butterfly Wings' by the Smashing Pumpkins plays and Savana out, then turns neck in 180 motion, followed a quickl shrug of the shoulders. Makes way towards the ring, while stretching out parts of the body. Finally, gets into the ring, and runs hand through hair for the crowd.

Vinegar: Savana one of only two original members of the GIW.

Lieberjosch: And again my, well the man paid to sit next to me is showing his incompetence. This roster in the UGWC is full of these GIW'ites.

Jay: Indeed or riddled with puzzles.

Vinegar: No, it's true. Hop in the way back machine and you'll see Savana, Deathman, Chris Austin, a Badger, a Joka, and a Prescott.

Lieberjosch: It's a marvel the GIW lasted long enough to be bought out by the Consortium.

Dennis: And his opponent, standing... the hell? It's blank!

Jay: True.

Vinegar: Well the GIW had always been greater than it's parts.

Lieberjosch: Did the GIW not send Chris Austin to the wrong arena, and have him replaced on the broadcast by a gay midget cowboy for having his bio redone to close to a broadcast?

Vinegar: No, it was done because his bio wasn't finish by the time of the broadcast.

Dennis: Oh those were the days. Folks you know his name.

"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell begins, pyros explode on the opening rifts of the song, and as the music softens Travis Pierce comes out from backstage and walks to the ring.

Jay: Is that the real Travis Pierce?

Lieberjosch: Of course it is.

Dennis: And again blank. Alright. Standing, as that's the only way he can see his winky and weighting his options for homoerotic soft core porn this is Joh...

Vinegar: And Russo has stormed the ring to chase Mitchell Dennis to the outside.

Lieberjosch: Savana attempting to salvage some sort of presence in this match wastes no time locking in a rear waist lock on Russo, takes him up, over, and down with a German Suplex. East with the waste of time count.

East: ONE!

Jay: Piercing stab through the heart of Savana with a elbow to break the pin.

Vinegar: Pierce to his feet, and catches a fireman takedown from Russo who immediately locks in a triangle choke. East right there.

Jay: East should be south.

Lieberjosch: A mistake from Russo to be sure. Savana with a leaping leg drop, and right into an elevated Dragon Sleeper on John.

Vinegar: Russo holding the choke on Pierce, the elevation from Savana adding pressure to the choke, and East there to check.

Lieberjosch: It's also making it easier for Pierce to turn Russo to his stomach, Savana transitions to an over the shoulder stunner type set up, Pierce with his legs under him lifts, and Savana falls with a stunner on Russo!

Jay: Dissension!

Vinegar: Savana and Travis Pierce now exchanging rights and lefts, it looks like Savana's gaining the upper hand, HAYMAKER!

Lieberjosch: And who couldn't see Pierce avoiding. Travis now behind Savana, Full Nelson, Full Nelson Leg Sweep, Full Nelson Leg Sweep Face Breaker, that the Breakdown!

Jay: A rain covers the dust bowl in mud.

Lieberjosch: Pierce back to his feet, he's going for a cov...

Vinegar: Superkick!

Lieberjosch: THE Super Kick. Pierce is down! Russo just kicked Travis Pierce's teeth into the front row.

Vinegar: Figuratively of course.

Jay: A sneaky mud serpent slithers.

Lieberjosch: Savana from behind...

Vinegar: AND Russo shows him how a stunner's done!

Lieberjosch: STUNNING VICTORY!

Jay: An angel of mercy sets upon a trial.

East: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!

Dennis: Here is the winner, your winner, JohNNN RRUUUUSSOOOOOOO!

Vinegar: And this one is in the books!

Lieberjosch: Glad you were paying attention. What is next?

Vinegar: Looks like Eric Gold and 'Joker' Mark Matthews.

Lieberjosch: I hope we have a segment first.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

We cut to a feed in the back as Russo slides through the curtains and out of sight. Next is Savana, who is or isn't this normally groggy, but he to stumbles from the stage. Finally Travis Pierce, and as he passes by the webcam we see Tyvola gorging himself at the catering table. He's seen Pierce who has continued to head for his dressing room.

Tyvola: Yeah, what the hell.

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Tyvola: I know. Travis stood us up last week.

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Tyvola: I know he had his agent stand in.

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Tyvola: It is the Blessed One's fault Popcorn won't walk anymore.

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Tyvola: Or eat.

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Tyvola: Yes she's not making two anymore either.

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Tyvola: With a bag full of pinecones!

The grimace on Tyvola's face is obvious, and growing. Like he's being egged on by some unseen force.

?: In the interest of our partnership, the Headliner believes...

...

Travis Roberts has entered the scene, his words draw the Hardcore Hobo's attention, his presence elicits the Bearded Bastards rage. Tyvola overturns the spread laid out, he pushes past Roberts, and storms away.

Tyvola: We will not stand for you're agent TWiSTeD Sister!

Stunned Travis Roberts can do, or would do, little more than produce a pre-roll from his jacket pocket, light it, and casually stroll off camera.

Travis: What has eD done now?

The Headliner turns from the table and begins to make his way back towards his locker room, when all of a sudeen Alex Kiseragi, Owen Peterson, Jet Somers and Donovan hastings all come rushing round a corner, all but Donovan are speaking hurriedly into mobile phone's whilst occasionally speaking to one another.

Donovan: The Burly Men are already there, do we have the music.

Jet: Do we even have copyright or permission to it?

Donovan: Unless George Peppard was buried clutching it in his cold dead hands I think we'll be fine. there's no time for this...

All four men breeze past Travis without even noticing him, he exhales on his pre-rolled and watches them all as they run off frantically down the corridor.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We continue on, here on Synergy!

"The measure of an individual can be difficult to discern by actions alone. ”

A blast of noise as K.M.F.D.M.'s Free Your Hate blares out of the speakers. The lights come up, and Joker makes his way from behind the curtain, out to the ring. Jerry follows behind, adamantly waving to the crowd as if he were the celebrity. Joker, on the other hand, remains stoic, scowling and unimpressed. Upon reaching the ring, Joker vaults up, climbing the nearest turnbuckle, and pounded his chest once, twice, three times, before climbing down. Jerry takes his position at ringside to watch over the events in the ring.

Mitchell: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Manchester, United Kingdom, Joker, MARK MATTTTTTTTTHHHHHEWWWWWWWWSSSSSSS!!!!

Vinegar: Joker being accompanied by Jerry, who serves as both his agent and shrink.

Covert Jay: And fall guy.

Lieberjosch: Of course! It is essential to have such a person in your entourage. I wrote about this in Article 174, as the educated among us surely could recall.

Vinegar: We certainly have a number of them around here.

Covert Jay: Number of what?

Vinegar: People who are around just to be blamed when things go wrong.

Lieberjosch: Like you.

Vinegar: Right. Wait, what?

The lights dim to black. Suddenly, two giant golden spotlights appear shooting upwards. They aim towards each other, then around the arena before ending at the entrance to the stage. "I've Got It All" hits the arena to a sound of resounding boos, as Eric Gold walks out, arms wide open as in he is just taking the heat without a care in the world. He widens his legs, before sitting into them. He leans forward before sliding both hands through his hair. At the same time he slightly leans backwards and as soon as he is upright again, Gold shoots up in the air, bringing his arms in. At the landing, he extends both arms sharply, as a giant pyro behind him explodes leaving a Golden like waterfall. Gold walks forward and slides into the ring.

Mitchell: And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, ERRIICCC GOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDD!!!

Covert Jay: Sounds like a soccer match.

Lieberjosch: It’s called football, you ignorant pedant.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Owen Peterson signals for the bell, this match is underway, both men circling, looking for an opening.

Lieberjosch: Owen Peterson, an excellent example again of Article 174.

Vinegar: I suppose I really can’t argue with you on that one, as Joker ducks under a clothesline, knee to the chest, and he slaps Gold on the back of the head and ducks away before UGWC’s self-proclaimed “future” can react.

Lieberjosch: That is the strength of Matthews, an opportunist that waits for openings, able to capitalize on every chance you give it to come in with a quick strike, he picks his spots carefully.

Vinegar: Joker coming in with another right hand, but Gold blocks it and staggers him with one of his own, and lifts him into a scoop powerslam. Looking for a cover, but Joker pushes him right off and rolls away.

Lieberjosch: Gold may believe himself to be the future, but if he wants success in the present, he’s going to have to be focused and keep the pressure on, not give Joker additional openings and chances to recover.

Vinegar: Joker pulling up near the ropes, and as Gold approaches, Joker springboards off the ropes into a dropkick!

Lieberjosch: And now Joker is going to show him how it’s done!

Vinegar: Joker keeping Gold down with some well placed kicks, and he comes off the ropes, looking for In Stiches…but Gold evades it, and he grabs Joker for a gutwrench suplex, and both men are down!

Covert Jay: Make an L with both your hands.

Vinegar: Why?

Covert Jay: Just do it. And connect them at the thumbs.

Vinegar: Ok…OW!

Covert Jay: THAT was a football.

Lieberjosch: It was a PAPER football. There are clear differences, which you’d see if that towel wasn’t obscuring your vision.

Covert Jay: Ninja mask!

Vinegar: You could have just shown it to us, you didn’t have to flick it in my face.

Covert Jay: A ninja doesn’t tell, he shows.

Vinegar: In any case, both men back on their feet now, Joker taking Gold down with a swinging neckbreaker, and Joker heads for the corner.

Lieberjosch: Joker prefers the high flying style, normally I’m not the biggest fan, but there is a calculated intent to inflict pain that I can appreciate.

Vinegar: Joker on the top rope, leaping for a flying elbow drop!

Covert Jay: Ninja evasion!

Vinegar: Gold rolled out of the way, quickly to his feet, gut kick, double underhook-

Lieberjosch: Joker backdrops out!

Vinegar: Gold trying to get to his feet!

Lieberjosch: THE LAST LAUGH!!!

Vinegar: Cover!

Peterson: ONE!!!!!




TWO!!!!!




THREE!!!!




Mitchell: Here is your winner, JOOOOOOOOKKEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Vinegar: Matthews walks away with the victory in this hotly contested matchup, and Eric Gold may well someday turn out to be UGWC’s future, but for tonight at least, we’re still in the present!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Travis and Forewell are sitting inside 'The Blessed Ones' dressing room, the door is swung wide open as Travis casually keeps one eye on the door as Forewell speaks. every so often he stiffens, as if ready to leap from his chair.

Forewell: It actually turns out that they were not experimenting with mind control, or telekenisis, but in fact they were attempting to safely switch the poles of the earth in such a way that Africa would become more climate, and the whole of the worlds economy would change for the greater good. Alas no-one ever knew the real truth behind DeLorean...

Travis suddenly starts to pay attention...just as we can hear in the background a smattering of footsteps...

Travis: DeLorean? Like Michael J Fox?

Forewell: Not the car, the company behind it, the car was just a front, thats what I was saying....

Travis: A front for world pea...

The footsteps get louder and suddenly Travis looks up, and we catch a glimpse of whats looks like a cape fly past his dressing room, he jumps to his feet and runs to the door, but instead of finding Donovan and his gang, he encounters a stern looking Tyvola who rolls his eyes at the sight of 'The Blessed One'. He once again barges past Travis, and looks into his locker room before, then punching a hole in the wall and walking off without saying a word to Travis. As he heads off though we do hear him say.

Tyvola: I know, not even in his own locker room...

Travis looks momentarily confused before he hears the footsteps again, and he turns just in time to sidestep the thundering train that is Donovan, Owen, Jet and Alex, they stream past him without even giving him a second look. Travis leans back against the wall and we see his shoulders begin to sag...

That is until Donovan stops midstep and comes running back to 'The Headliner' who straightens up seeing this, and tries to act nonchalant. Almost out of breath Donovan speaks.

Donovan: Do you know someone who looks like Mitchell Dennis and either lives or works or is in South Carolina now?

Travis: No?

Donovan just spins on his heels and starts chasing the pack down the corridor, he doesn't even turn his head as he shouts.

Donovan: Gotta go!

And as Travis' shoulders sag once more, we return to the arena.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: What an amazing night we’ve had so far, I can’t wait for No Holds Barred, just one week away.

Covert Jay: And it’s a short week.

Vinegar: There is still lots of action before we get there, we continue on, here on Synergy!

The lights flicker to green and gold as the opening guitar riff for 'It's my life' kicks in. JK walks through the curtain and out onto the entrance way. JK looks up at the fans as he holds up an open hand, queuing fireworks to go off in set locations around the arena. JK continues down to the ring, high-fiving the fans on the way. JK slides into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and doing signature five finger pose, before giving one last searching look throughout the crowd, showing almost no emotion.

Mitchell: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Townsville North Queensland, Australia, The Cyclone, JAYYYYYYYYYYY KAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Vinegar: JK holds the record for the longest reign as GIW.Com Champion, and he appears ready to take the next step, as he’ll be facing Dirge at No Holds Barred with a future shot at the World Title on the line!

Lieberjosch: Everybody in this match has a chance to win a future title shot at No Holds Barred, I hope you aren’t going to say that every time.

The lights dim to a near blackout, as all you can see on the Titantron is the words: "He Is Here!" Suddenly, an explosion erupts from the stage as "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin starts up. Medos appears just as the chorus starts. He walks to the front of the stage, looks around, raises one hand up slowly, then throws it down as yet another explosion appears from behind him. The screen is showing Medos wrestling with several other wrestlers from previous matches. Medos carries on walking down, he slaps hands with one fan, and walks past the others. He rolls into the ring, and towards an turnbuckle. He points at the fans, raises his hand to his forehead, sticks his index and middle finger out, and salutes the fans. He then prepares himself.

Mitchell: And his partner, from Somerset, England, the English Enigma, MEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOSSSSSSSSS!!!

Covert Jay: I got you covered.

Vinegar: Eh?

Covert Jay: @nhb, FS@WT

Vinegar: Did you just speak in symbol?

Covert Jay: Every ninja can.

Almost as if on cue “The One You Love to Hate” begins to blare through the arena as the lights drop and “MOMENTUM KILLER” flashes across the tron in huge gold letters. A few moments later the bass drum and drum beat starts and a video plays of Dirge driving an opponent head first into the canvas with the “Death In Vegas” before standing up and raising his hands. After a few moments the lyrics start. After this plays strobe lights flash for a few moments before suddenly going out as two spotlights shine onto the stage. They stay settled on that spot for a few moments before Dirge comes walking out to the ring with a gigantic and utterly obnoxious smirk of unshakable confidence on his face, and he walks down the ramp and enters the ring, as Medos and JK talk at ringside.

Mitchell: And their opponents, introducing first, from outside Chicago, Illinois, The Momentum Killer, DIIRRRRRRRRRRGGGGEEEEEEEEE!!!

Covert Jay: Go on, try it.

Vinegar: Try what?

Covert Jay: Speak in symbol.

Vinegar: I can’t do that.

Lieberjosch: I refuse to participate in this idiocy.

Covert Jay: All the more reason.

“Phucking Phreak” comes over the PA, and Phrixus Deimos creeps out from backstage and takes his time coming down the ramp.

Vinegar: Deimos apparently not in any rush, it’s an excellent time to remind you that especially with the new purse system in play, EVERY match at No Holds Barred is going to be can’t-miss, must-watch action, with long reaching repercussions.

Covert Jay: That’s quite the hard sell.

Lieberjosch: Dirge is telling Chartreuse something.

Vinegar: It looks like he doesn’t want to wait for his partner, he’s having Brian Chartreuse start the match.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Medos trying to catch Dirge by surprise, but Dirge floors him with a boot to the face!

Lieberjosch: His momentum killed right from the start!

Vinegar: Dirge stomping away on Medos, drags him to the corner, where Deimos is now waiting, and they make a tag.

Lieberjosch: These two could make a natural team, and they’re showing it now, as Dirge holds Medos for Deimos, right hands to the gut as he comes into the ring.

Vinegar: And Dirge out of the ring before Chartreuse’s count of five, as Deimos takes Medos, whips him off the ropes, and knocks him down with a high knee. Standing over Medos, might be looking for a hold of some kind.

Covert Jay: Millennial Decay!

Vinegar: But Medos elbows him away, and he jumps up and hits Tanabata! Medos dives to the corner and tags in JK!

Covert Jay: Coming in like a cyclone!

Vinegar: JK rushing into the ring, staggering Deimos with right hands, and he whips him across the ring off the ropes and knocks him down with a dropkick, springboard now off the ropes...

Lieberjosch: Flying Debris!!!

Vinegar: JK with the cover!

Chartreuse: ONE!!!




TWO!!!!




Vinegar: Deimos kicks out!

Covert Jay: Debris…plural or singular?

Vinegar: What?

Covert Jay: I’ve always wondered.

Vinegar: I don’t think now is the time, as JK has just signaled for Category Five, he’s got Deimos on his shoulders, looking for the Cyclone…

Lieberjosch: But Deimos floats off the back, he’s got JK…NUMBING!

Vinegar: Both men down, crawling towards their respective corners, JK making the tag to Medos!

Covert Jay: Here comes the English Enigma!

Vinegar: Medos splashing Deimos in the corner, he backs off as Deimos staggers out…The Break Through!!!

Lieberjosch: Dirge is in!

Vinegar: Dirge coming in the ring though, he made a blind tag on Deimos, Chartreuse signaling and Medos didn’t see it!

Lieberjosch: SPINEBREAKER!!!!!!

Vinegar: Cover!

Chartreuse: ONE!!!!




TWO!!!!!




THREE!!!!




Mitchell: Here are your winners, Phrixus Deimos and DIRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGEEEE!!!!

Vinegar: Dirge and Deimos picking up the win here tonight, but who will earn the title shots, up for grabs at No Holds Barred!

Covert Jay: FS@WT

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Important match up now going into No Holds Barred next week.

Jay: Prisooooooooon Breaaaaaaaaak!

Vinegar: You trying to out-do Mitchell now?

Jay: I don’t think I’ll ever work out how to stretch out X’s.

Vinegar: I’m sure he’ll be glad his job is safe. You’re right though, next week sees UGWC’s first Prison Break match-up and a new spectacle for those joining us from GIW.

As the commentators speak the lights go out and Come Together starts to play. Tyvola lumbers out onto the ramp. A little way behind him is the unimpressed looking Travis Roberts.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will decide who begins caged in the Prison Break! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Travis Roberts! From Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 376lbs! Tyvolaaaaaaa!!!

Vinegar: No prizes for guessing who you’ll be rooting for in this one Hans.

Lieberjosch: Oh you’ve worked it out have you? Well done.

Tyvola walks down to the ring and climbs in while Travis finds himself a place on the outside. Tyvola’s music fades out and is replaced by Quick Death. The crowd begin to boo as Johnny Blake strides out from the back, closely followed by Duncan Ryder.

Dennis: The opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Duncan Ryder! From London, England! Weighing in at 225lbs! One half of the Thames Valley Hit Squad! Johnnyyyyyy Blaaaaaake!!!

Towards the bottom of the ramp Johnny kicks the crowd in front of a fan waving an anti-Hit Squad sign. Duncan steps in the way as Johnny slides into the ring. The fan hurls abuse at Duncan too and he walks away round the side of the ring.

Vinegar: Real wild card in this one. This is the first time we’ve seen Johnny Blake in singles action. What do you think Hans?

Lieberjosch: He’s short, but aside from that he is well built. He could have an outside chance here.

The lights cut to black and red and white strobe lights alternate in beat with the rapid music as “Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide” Starts to play. Chassie walks swiftly onto the stage, looking at the people for a moment, then as the lyrics hit she descends the ramp, breaking into a run about halfway down. Before she reaches Raenius appears at the top of the ramp following her down.

Dennis: The opponent. Accompanied to the ring by Raenius! From an undisclosed location. Weighing in at 120lbs! One half of the GIW Tag Team Champions! Chassiiie Feeeeear!!!

When she reaches the ring she jumps, grabbing the top rope and springing herself up, flipping in the air and landing on her feet. She runs to a random turnbuckle and plants her feet on the corners of the middle turnbuckle, throwing up the horns and head banging briefly. Then she calmly jumps down and begins to stretch, eyeing up her opponents in the other corners as Raenius places himself behind her.

Sonny Sandoval is heard over the P.A. saying "Lights out...." as the arena then goes dark. "...Word on the streets is the boys is back". The intro of "Lights Out" starts as the arena is flashing white lights and the entrance if filled with smoke. As the lyrics starts, "Dynamite" emerges from the smoke looking down then turns a full circle then looks out into the crowd then walks forward. He begins to shake his wrists then throws the east coast sign in the air, as pyro goes off to his sides, pointing at the crowd. He proceeds to go down the ramp way high-fiving fans on each side he pause at about 5ft away from the ring and takes a breather. Hitman Lopes walks down the ramp to stand beside his partner.

Dennis: And finally! Accompanied to the ring by David Lopes! From…Brick City? Weighing in at 220lbs! One half of the LWF Tag Team Champions! Derick Feeeeliiiiix!!!

He then sprints into the ring feet first and hops right to his feet and walks forward to the main ring-camera and steps up on the ropes and proceeds to throw the east coast sign up ala. Matt Hardy. He then walks behind him to the far right turnbuckle of the main ring-camera and stands on the 2nd ropes and repeats the gesture.

Vinegar: That’s everyone. Time to get this one started.

Ding! Ding!

Vinegar: And it doesn’t take long for these four to get going. Chassie Fear launches herself at Derick Felix and hit’s a running forearm, following up with a barrage more.

Jay: She could launch herself at me anytime.

Vinegar: Oh please don’t start that. I’ve heard enough the last two years. Seems the Champs are marked targets though because Tyvola just effortlessly picked Fear up.

Lieberjosch: The kind of power that will make this man a champion.

Jay: Yeah he’s a real Ninja picking up a little woman like that.

Vinegar: Fear’s shots dazed Felix in the corner and Blake plays opportunist with a big running Yakusa kick. Quickly into the cover.

1!

2!

Vinegar: Felix kicks out. That could have been a big upset there but Blake not able to steal the win.

Lieberjosch: Beating someone quickly isn’t stealing a win. It’s a show of strength. Just like the way Tyvola just dropped Chassie. She free falls over six feet into the mat.

Vinegar: Blake puts the boots into Felix on the mat but Dynamite gets to the ropes and Referee Sam Green gets in to separate them.

Jay: Tyvola’s going power Ninja on Fear. He just pulled her back up and threw her into the corner.

Vinegar: Blake tries to push past the referee but just gets a drop toe hold from Felix instead. In the corner, Fear trying to fight Tyvola off with those pushing kicks.

Lieberjosch: She shouldn’t even be in this ring. Women don’t have a place in the ring with men. They can’t compete.

Vinegar: It was proven many times in GIW that that wasn’t the case and Fear is one of the best examples. She’s managed to give herself enough of an opening to hop onto the second rope. Diving Cross Body.

Lieberjosch: Naturally caught by a giant like Tyvola. Another element of Article 3.

Jay: Dynamite’s getting his Ninja on though. Runs to the ropes.

Vinegar: Looks like an attack to Blake at the ropes.

Jay: No, springboard dropkick as Tyvola turns around. Hit’s Fear in the back and they go down.

Vinegar: Fear with a makeshift cover.

1!

Lieberjosch: Wow! Tyvola just throws Fear over the top rope from his back! What I’d given to manage that monster.

Vinegar: Tyvola’s getting to his feet and Felix looks to keep him down. Knife-edge chops to the chest, just lighting him up but Tyvola is fighting right through it.

Jay: Shit’s looking tense on the floor. Raenius is cover his partner while the other three are lurking like Ninja’s in the shadows.

Vinegar: Blake is back up and- Seems he’s going to help Derick Felix now. Putting some of those stiff kicks to the thigh of the Jackal. Irish whip, both men send Tyvola running.

Lieberjosch: This is typical Article 11 behaviour by these two.

Vinegar: Doesn’t seem that Ballistic wants to team anymore though. He just side kicked Felix in the knee. That shot crumbled his leg.

Lieberjosch: I knew he was better than that.

Vinegar: May not have been a smart move though. Tyvola just body checked him up over the ropes. He just managed to catch himself.

Jay: Watch Fear on the apron though. Going Ninjaaaaaaa!

Vinegar: Big dive into a code breaker but Tyvola stays standing. Fear quickly back to her feet. Running to the ropes, rebounds and a chop block put Tyvola onto one knee. Fear running again. This time she runs into a leg lariat from Derick Felix though that puts her down.

Jay: Oh yeah and Johnny Blake wants to spice things up. He’s just grabbed a chair.

Lieberjosch: Why is his own partner trying to take it off him though?

Vinegar: That’s not how Ryder fights. David Lopes is getting in on it too. In the ring, Felix hit’s the Dynamite D-Vise! Submission locked in.

Lieberjosch: This is a simple case of leverage. A man the size of Felix can not apply the necessary pressure to the body to stretch Tyvola to the point of submission.

Jay: Yo, shits getting real outside. Blake just clocked Lopes for getting in his way and the Hitman is trying to get a piece of him.

Lieberjosch: Now Ryder decides to act like a partner and takes it to Lopes. They’re exchanging blows one for one and Article 14 would say that Ryder will win out.

Vinegar: Tyvola’s seemingly had enough of being in that hold and powers up to his feet but Felix isn’t letting go. He gets charged into the turnbuckle and looses his grip. Tyvola plants him on the top turnbuckle.

Jay: Blake’s coming in with that chair!

Vinegar: Not if Sam Green has anything to do with it. The two of them are wrestling for control of that weapon.

Lieberjosch: Raenius uses it as a chance to pull Tyvola’s legs out from under him and pulls him spread eagle into the post. I’m not sure how to feel about that.

Jay: Travis Roberts feels bad about it. He just put a Big Boot in Raenius’s face.

Vinegar: It’s a dirty underhand move but just what The Dark Rose needed to get back into it. She springboards off the ropes and drops a big elbow down on Tyvola’s head. She tries to pull him away from the ropes but he won’t budge and she goes for the cover.

1!

2!

Lieberjosch: Tyvola still able to power out and send Fear flying.

Jay: Ryder just hit Lopes with a scoop slam on the floor. He locking in a Standing Dragon Sleeper!

Crowd: U! S! A! U! S! A!

Vinegar: Sam Green has got that chair away from Blake finally but the Brit is in the ring. He hits Chassie with an atomic drop, followed up with a neck breaker.

Lieberjosch: Tyvola had pulled himself out of the corner and onto his feet.

Vinegar: Dynamite comes off the turnbuckle and puts him back down with a bulldog. Blake kicks at him on the ground. He lays back and dodges one. Rolls right and dodges a big stomp. Rolls left to avoid another. Catches the third and pulls him down with a Dragon Screw and kips up to his feet.

Jay: That was real Ninja shit there. Just like the movies.

Vinegar: Felix goes to follow up but looks like he’s seen his partner being choked on the outside. He’s off running- Air Dynamite! Felix just took Ryder out with that leaping Senton over the ropes.

Jay: Travis and Raenius’s brawl is bringing them around to the Brick City Boyz and Duncan Ryder. The Headliner’s getting the upper hand.

Vinegar: Blake is back up and stomps on the back of Tyvola’s head as he tries to get up. Blake with a measure of control here. He’s got Tyvola on his back and taking him by the legs. He’s trying roll him over.

Lieberjosch: He won’t.

Vinegar: He has! Muppet Breaker locked in!

Crowd: U! S! A! U! S! A!

Jay: Shit’s crazy outside. It’s turned into a badass five man brawl out there.

Vinegar: Fear’s back to her feet off that neck breaker. She hit’s the ropes now. Springboard…Hurricanrana, takes Blake over and breaks the hold.

Jay: Raenius is taking a beating now. They’re piling on him.

Vinegar: Chassie sees it too. She’s just run across the ring and straight up the turnbuckle. Diving cross body! What height! She just took them all out!

Lieberjosch: And has taken herself out of the match too most likely. Article 24: Entertainment over Victory?

Vinegar: Blake’s back up and running.

Lieberjosch: Wrong Way War Hammer!!

Vinegar: Tyvola picks himself up and throws that shot in one movement. Amazing. He’s not done though. He’s got Blake back up. MAGUS!!! Here’s the cover!

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Ding! Ding!

Dennis: Here is your winner! Tyvolaaaaaa!!!

Lieberjosch: Yes!

Jay: Wow your guy actually won.

Lieberjosch: Of course he did, pedant.

Vinegar: The bells rung but I don’t think this is over.

Outside the ring the five competitors are still brawling. Noticing Blake is down and seemingly out, Ryder charges Raenius into the crowd barrier and breaks away, sliding into the ring to check on his partner. Fear and Lopes exchange forearm shots until Felix takes the Dark Rose out with a Fade 2 Black. As Travis is about attack Raenius again, Tyvola tackles him and hoists him onto his shoulder and carries him to the top of the ramp before putting him back on his feet. A change in camera angle shows The Resident Evil clutching a beer bottle behind the barrier. Before anything else can happen Security run down to the ring and get between Raenius and the Brick City Boyz. In the ring, Blake comes to and shoves Ryder away from him as he fights to his feet.

Vinegar: Good thing security got out here. This could have got real messy.

Jay: Now we have to wait until next week for that.

Vinegar: Tyvola and Travis Roberts will get to choose those being locked up next week at No Holds Barred. It’s going to Prison Break for the first ever UGWC Cooperative Champions! Only one week away!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: It's that time once again, for the main event, and it is the last match before the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition's first ever Pay-Per-View, No Holds Barred : Adapt or Die.

Lieberjosch: That's another thing about the state of modern day wrestling, everything has to be so bombastic! Is anyone really going to die? Of course not! This industry is incredibly lucky no-one has yet to bring a case for false advertising against one of it's many different brands.

Vinegar:Given the matches we are going to see on display, death is actually not such an unlikely prospect, it's why GIW had to hold the very same PPV in Japan last year...

Lieberjosch: Yett this year we're holding it in the United States?

Vinegar: We are going to Seattle.

Lieberjosch: Urgh, Seattle. They'll let you do anything in that city.

Covert Jay: You're over exaggerating...

Lieberjosch: Of course you would try to defend a city of questionable morale standards.

Covert Jay: look, I just happen to know, for a fact, that you cannot slam a wet haddock around the face of a Police Officer.

Lieberjosch: Why on earth would anyone want to do such an inane act as that?

Covert Jay: Hey! I didn't say they'll let you do anything in Seattle.

Vinegar: Well, anything could happen during No Holds Barred, though I doubt fish of any kind will be involved, though I can't rule out the police.

Dennis: The Next Match is tonight's Main Event and it is a Six Man Co-Operative Match!!!!

The lights dim, and Mitchell's tone changes to a serious one, and he even makes his voice sound gravelly.

Dennis: In 2010 a crack team of wrestlers were thrown together by a professional wrestling body for reasons unbeknownst to man, these men promptly gelled into something no-one had expected, today they stand before you as the three GIW Champions. If You have a Problem, if No-One Else Can Help, and if you can find them, maybe you could hire The N Team...Der der deuer, duh duh duuuuuh...

'The A-Team Theme' hit's and Mitchell Dennis realises he needn't add his own music, and that he has done so in front of a live audience of thousands, and god knows how many online viewers.

And from beneath the Globatron emerge the GIW Hardcore Champion, The GIW.com Champion, and in the middle of them, with a cigar firmly clenched between his lips, stands the GIW Global Heavyweight Champion. All three men wear remarkably smug smiles across their faces as they make their way down to the ring, that is however until Hasting's starts coughing and spluttering upon the stogie in his mouth.

Vinegar: Earlier scenes are beginning to make some kind of sense now, but it all seems rather elaborate for what is just an entrance.

Lieberjosch: It's an equisite example of Article 127: 'Team Unity can be greatly strengthened by acts of japery and tomfoolery'.

Vinegar: I will admit I never really thought I'd see the day these three men coexisted so naturally. It's hard to imagine The Lord Chief coexisting with anybody, which is shown by the amount of bad blood towards him from both the past LWF-ers and GIW-ers alike.

Lieberjosch: People often grow to hate those that are dramatically superior to them, I'm well aware of this curse.

Covert Jay: At least everyone is aware of why your always such a dick to me then.

'Violence Fetish'

Dennis: And their opponents, introducing first, the LWF Havok Champion......KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLEEE TAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKEEEEEER!!!!

Kyle Tacker steps out from the back, his arms held high and his middle finger extended on both hands. He lowers his arms as he starts to walk down the ring, stopping halfway to flip the fans off some. He quickly climbs up the steel steps, and enters the ring through the second rope. He then stands on the opposite corner to the N-Team and raises his arms once more to flip the fans off again with both middle fingers.

Lieberjosch: We can already see that this team doesn't share the same common bond that Hastings, Kiseragi and Somers do.

Vinegar: Which is similar to what people said last week when The Dragon and The Lord Chief seemed to be a more cohesive unit than Pierce and Fusion...that didn't turn out to be the case.

Lieberjosch: The exception often proves the rule.

Covert Jay: Except with Zombies.

Lieberjosch: What are you babbling about?

Covert Jay: They can't run.

Lieberjosch: Of course they can't! They don't exist.

Covert Jay: Well obviously not yet, otherwise we'd all be eating each other. But if they did they wouldn't.

Vinegar: Whilst you two continue to talk amongst yourselves it seems Mitchell Dennis has word in his ear piece which has made him look uneasily over the excited crowd. Hastings, Kiseragi and Somers all notice this and their smiles become even larger, as he fumbles with the microphone, looking upwards trying to compose his words...

Dennis: Well this is embarrassing...The UGWC would like to apologise for the inconvenience, but it appears the two remaining competitors in tonight's Main Event have failed to appear at the arena. As of this moment we are unable to contact either Red Fusion or Jason Grant.

Vinegar: Hastings is calling for a microphone...

Hastings: Now.

Instantly the arena plunges into darkness and the only light comes from the Globatron, which suddenly flickers into life, and we hear the sound of 'War Machine' by AC/DC blasting out above the sounds of thousands of fans screaming. Some of those in attendance begin to scream themselves, before the Globatron finally displays an image...

Of a completely empty arena, full of noise, but with only three individuals. One is a spotty adolescent wearing glasses and an oversized suit, holding onto a microphone, with a look of fear in his eye reminiscent of what a rabbit looks like before you run it over. The origin of his fear is very soon displayed...

On an empty arena stage Red Fusion and Jason Grant stand staring at this young man, their faces filled with rage and anger, until after a few moments they realise he is not to blame. They soon turn on one another, arguing loudly, until they begin shoving one another in the chest as the camera gets closer....

The petty bickering stops when Jason grant pulls a piece of paper from his back pocket and holds it aloft as if it were a championship title itself. He opens it up and shoves it direly in Red Fusions face with a look of satisfaction at his winning hand. The camera pans in over Red;s shoulde rand we see what is written on the paper, in crayon no less:

Travel Itinerary For Synergy

1) Collect Red and inform him of the venue change for this weeks Synergy.

2) Get In Mini-Van Parked near Garbage at Back of Arena on Sunday. This will take you to the new arena.

3) Take the vitamins provided by the UGWC Medical Staff.

4) Wait backstage until called by Burly Men.

5)Enter with Red when his music plays and Mitchell Dennis announces you.

Failure to follow these conditions will result in your Purse being given to the Niglet.[/color]

Red steps back, as the camera pans away....

Vinegar: VIRUS OF LIFE!!!

And the Globatron cuts out.

The lights go up...

Donovan: I love it when a plan comes together.

Kiseragi and Somers both laugh, as Kyle Tacker stands in the corner looking slightly concerned.

Donovan: And what a plan it was, one of such brilliance and complexity, that surely no one man would be able to think of something so cunning on their own.

Jet and Alex both smile and look around.

Donovan: Unless he happens to be Immortal, or a Lord, or a Chief. Wouldn't you know, I am all three of those things and a lot more. Obviously I would like to thank both Mister Somers and Mister Kiseragi for their involvement, the Niglet doesn't have enough pairs of hands to carry out every facet of this plan, if ever there is a task too grand for the Niglet, I shall bear you in mind....In fact are you doing anything on wednesday? I believe the twins are moving home...

The smiles have slipped from the mouths of both Jet and Alex, they look in stunned silence as Donovan continues to take the credit for this devious plan.

Donovan: Clearly without me this plan could never have come to fruition, only I have an inside track on both sets of companies that formed this new experiment. Only I could have known that Jason Grant would jump at the first sign of something looking vaguely official, he knows he has to work hard to keep a job.

Jet and Alex are now looking at one another, each shrugging their shoulders in pure amazement at Donovan's audacity.

Donovan: My work here is clearly done, The Lord-Chief need not expel any energy on an afterthought such as Kyle Tacker, that is clearly Niglet work, and as such I shall leave it to the proffesionals.

With that Donovan swings himself underneath the bottom rope and strides backstage, as The Dragon and Jet Somers continue to be stupefied by what they have just bore witness too.

Vinegar: I don't think either man can believe what has just happened, and I think they also realise they enabled this, and they should have known better...

Lieberjosch: Well both the World and Global Champion's will be fresh for the PPV, even if this main event looks like it's going to turn into a damp squib.

Vinegar: John Russo! Fresh from his victory earlier tonight, is storming down to the ring, and gets to the canvas just as A-Kis steps onto it allowing Jet to start the match against Tacker.

Lieberjosch: Why has Russo decided to risk his body in a second match, that's just foolish if you ask me?

Covert Jay: He and Kyle have a very special bond.

Vinegar: Jet drives straight into Riot with a shoulder barge, and then quickly drops down into a headlock, slowly working Tacker back onto his feet, but keeping full control, before tagging The Dragon in who steps in and hit's a powerful kick to Tacker's midsection.

Lieberjosch: Working like a cohesive team from the get go.

Vinegar: It's hard to see how they couldn't be at an advantage, at least their match has something they planned for, working with one another, Tacker has to have a whole new game plan alongside having a whole new partner. Kiseragi whips Tacker into the corner, and follows him in with a running dropkick, before dragging him across to the other side of the ring, far away from his partner.

Lieberjosch: Basic tactics, and the best way to cut off a teams potential...

Vinegar: or just keep the other man fresh.

Lieberjosch: If you execute the tactics professionally then their will be no risk of the other partner coming into play.

Vinegar: Well A-Kis and Jet are demonstrating that now, as they continue to swap tags and manoeuvres on Kyle, and Russo is looking extremely frustrated on the corner...

Cover Jay: look, Travis Pierce is here, and he's got a camera man....

The scene switches and we see Travis Pierce's face filling the whole screen.

Pierce: I am here ringside, to bring you on the spot live coverage of what is looking likely to be Alex Kiseragi's last successful match as a champion in UGWC. Let's see how he is getting on as he attempts not to let the worry of what I will do to him next week distract hi...AAAAARGH!!!

Vinegar: MAGUS!

The scene switches back to it's usual view and we see Tyvola standing above the crippled body of Travis Pierce.

Lieberjosch: What's the vagrant doing here?

Vinegar: I think it might be some kind of misunderstanding...

Lieberjosch: Did Pierce steal his favourite can?

Vinegar: It's possible, Kiseragi though seem's to approve, smiling as he makes a blind tag as Jet clamps his arms around the waist of Tacker from behind...A-Kis runs in, hits a dropkick on the stunned Russo kncoking him to the arena floor, he looks at Jet who nods...he runs towards his partner and Kyle...Jet lifts Tacker for a German Suplex, and as it's in it's arc The Dragon leaps...

Lieberjosch: YARI KICK!

Vinegar: Jet releases as Kiseragi's feet his Tacker's Jaw, and he does a 180 degree flip landing on his head, and A-Kis quickly makes the cover...

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Dennis: Here are your winners...erm representing the N Team?....JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTT SOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEERSSSS AND ALLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXX KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSEEERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGIIIIIII!!!

Vinegar: I have to say I've never seen such a perfect example of cutting the ring in half as we saw tonight, and in turn it made for a relatively brief, but action packed match.

Lieberjosch: I too have never seen it successfully executed, and it proves you were wrong when you said it never works. Proving me right.

Covert Jay: Doesn't the exception prove the rule though? Or are you prepared to admit Zombies cannot run now?

Lieberjosch: You are insufferable.

Vinegar: It's been an action packed night, but nothing on the cale of whats to come next week, their will be blood, fire, glass, broken bones and god knows what at No Holds Barred : Adapt Or Die. It's not just about Unifications, it's about Professional Pride, some have been humiliated, others have been beaten, but in Seattle none of that will happen, when UGWC turns the world on it's head. Join us then...GOOD NIGHT!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Credits

Opening Triple Threat
Tyvola

Tyvola Backstage
Tyvola

Post Tyvola Travis
T-Rob

Gold vs Joker
Hastings

The Brush Off
T-Rob

Dirge/Deimos vs JK/Medos
Hastings

Fatal Fourway
A-Kis

Main Event
T-Rob

[Lord Hastings]

The final version of the card for No Holds Barred is up as well as the global RP stipulation. Make sure to check it before you RP for this week, and don't forget that due to the PPV deadline is 24 hours earlier on Friday night! Make sure to check your PMs and vote on Saturday!

['The Cyclone' JK]

great final weekly show before the PPV, set everything up nicely.

[Alex Kiseragi]

Yeah it was a good one to finish on. I really liked the stuff myself, Donnie and Jet had going. The entrance was awesome.

[Jet Somers]

It didn't have the full 'right before the PPV' feel for me, but it was still a good show all in all.

The payoff at the end was great, lol.