Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:48:51 GMT -5
The Time is Now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
Vinegar: Here comes John Blade.
Leiberjosch: His mannerisms seem awfully familiar. But I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Covert Jay: I’m not sure what’s going on. I don’t see anyone.
Vinegar: Oh stop it.
“Phucking Phreak” hits the PA system and the Embodiment of Fear steps out onto the stage. Phrixus Diemos saunters down to the stage, and climbs into the ring.
Covert Jay: So creepy.
Vinegar: Indeed.
DING DING DING!!!
Leiberjosch: We are under way!
Vinegar: Fear and John lock up in the middle of the ring.
Leiberjosch: John with a hammer lock to Phrixus. He tries to wrench it in tighter.
Covert Jay: Fear counters into a hammer lock of his own.
Vinegar: John tries to escape but Fear stop shim and slams him down right to the mat.
Leiberjosch: Fear drops an elbow on his opponent. He drops to the cover but John Blade kicks out at 1.
Covert Jay: Fear pulls John up and whips him off the ropes.
Vinegar: Fear swings for a clothesline but John ducks it!
Leiberjosch: John rebounds off the opposite ropes and hits a flying shoulder block on Phrixus!
Covert Jay: Fear pops back up!
Vinegar: John Blade off the ropes again!
Leiberjosch: Flying shoulder block again!
Covert Jay: John Blade is stalking Fear!
Vinegar: What a weird thing to say!
Leiberjosch: John comes off the ropes and jumps for a leg drop but Fear moves!
Covert Jay: Phrixus is back up and hits a snap suplex on John!
Vinegar: Phrixus picks up John Blade. He gets him in a side headlock.
Leiberjosch: John shoves him off and into the ropes.
Covert Jay: On the rebound, Fear gets hip tossed to the mat!
Vinegar: John Blade wasting no time here! He picks up Fear!
Leiberjosch: John Blade sets Fear up in the fireman carry position! Could this be it?!
Covert Jay: Fear squirms out!
Vinegar: NUMBING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leiberjosch: John Blade crashes into the mat and Fear shakes his head at his opponent.
Covert Jay: Phrixus heads to the corner and to the top rope!
Vinegar: METEOR PRESS!!!!!!!!!!
Leiberjosch: Phrixus covers.
1!!!
2!!!!
3!!!!!!!
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner, Phrixus Diemoooooosss!!!!!!!!!
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2023 22:18:35 GMT -5 by UGWC Staff
Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:48:59 GMT -5
'Clint Eastwood' by Gorillaz plays over the PA. After about 20 seconds, the lyrics start and Holden Orson strolls from backstage onto the main ramp, escorted by his Manager Waldo. The music plays and highlights clips from his previous feuds and random Jan Wnęk sculptures appear on the screen.
Vinegar: Here comes Holden Orson.
Leiberjosch: Such promise in this individual but not a lot of anything really happening lately.
Covert Jay: It do be like that.
Ezra Wolf; sporting his half of the Co-Operative Titles and his Cross Hemisphere Title; makes his way out of the curtain as ‘California Love’ by A Joker’s Rage comes blaring out of the speakers and pauses at the top of the ramp. He heads towards the ring, slapping hands and singing along to his entrance music closely flanked by Mr. Pax. He walks up the stairs and hops onto the apron before stepping up onto the middle turnbuckle. He pauses to play the air guitar a bit before stepping on the top rope and jumping into the ring. As he lands, he rolls forward and ends up on one knee in the center of the ring. Ezra throws him arms and head back, letting out a primal scream before tearing off his entrance gear. He hands it to Mr. Pax then takes a knee in his corner as he waits for the match to begin.
Vinegar: This kid is the absolute future of the industry.
Leiberjosch: Currently a double champion, but at what cost? Teaming with Dave Rydell?
Covert Jay: Uncle Dave is great. You stop that!
Leiberjosch: Whatever. Might be a one title horse after this one.
Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Mitchell Dennis: And it is for the UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Gas, Kansas, he is the wrestler formerly known as the Mainstreamer… HOLDENNNNN OOOOORRRRRSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: This could be a resurgence for the former 1 time Cross-Hemisphere Champion.
Leiberjosch: We shall see.
Mitchell Dennis: And his opponent. He is one half of the UGWC Co-Operative Champions, and he is THE UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Champion… The Red Eyed Warrior… EZRAAAAAA WOOOOOOLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!!!
Vinegar: Holden Orson wasting no time and charging right at the champion.
Leiberjosch: Could be a bold, yet effective strategy.
Covert Jay: Ezra came out of nowhere with PEACE OUT!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: Holden popped back up! Like nothing happened!
Leiberjosch: KICKIN IT OLD SCHOOL! HOLY HELL THAT WAS QUICK!
Covert Jay: HOW IS HOLDEN BACK TO HIS FEET?!
Vinegar: His eyes are so glazed over!!!!!!!
Leiberjosch: HOLDEN JUST WENT FOR BLACK!!!!!!!!!!
Covert Jay: HE MISSED IT!
Vinegar: EZRA WITH THE TUNGUSKA EVENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leiberjosch: Ezra into the cover!!!!!!
1!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!!!!
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner and STILLLL THE UGWC CROSS-HEMISPHERE CHAMPION……EZZZRRRRRAAAAA WOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2023 22:19:36 GMT -5 by UGWC Staff
Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:49:09 GMT -5
The opening drum beats and guitar riffs to “My Will Be A Dead Man” by Project 86 blare. The lights flicker and as the song picks up, Dave Rydell saunters out onto the stage. He is cloaked in the black, leather, hooded trench coat, as well as the mask. He leans over and adjusts the blousing off his multicam pants over his combat boots before walking down the ramp to the ring. As the lights around the arena glow an orange/red glow, he walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He pauses for a moment, facing one side of the arena. He pulls his hood back and flares out into the crowd as he removes his mask. He removes his trench coat and tosses both items to ringside, and does a quick arm and back stretch before his match.
Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for a future championship opportunity! Standing in the ring at this time, he is one of the UGWC Originals. He stands at five feet, eight inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred eleven pounds. From Fredericksburgh, Virginia, and currently residing in Chicago, Illinois. This is Dave… Ryyyyyyyyyyyydelllllllllll!
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: Aaaaand his opponent, he is a twenty-one year pro, and stands at six feet, five inches tall. He weighs in at two hundred fifty-five pounds. He is the man with the Body Count. Hailing from East Rutherford, New Jersey. Ladies and gentlemen, the Bogeymaaaaaaan Jaaaaaaaaaay Ceeeeeeeee!
Vinegar: It may have been forgotten that these two men once shared a common goal during the Outlast event of two thousand twenty. And that they teamed together and advanced together in an attempt to reach that goal, which was the UGWC World Championship. It seems we’re being treated right now to a match that could just as easily be our main event as the main event we currently have scheduled. That’s not a knock on Lucy Wylde or Montague Cervantes by any means, but rather, a reflection of the talent that we currently have in the Coalition.
Lieberjosch: Forty years plus experience between these two men, they’re two of the most experienced competitors in the industry. You might think their hunger would shrink after the careers they’ve both had, but quite the contrary, their appetites have become ravenous.
Covert Jay: Well Alice Nasmith is not wasting any time, she’s calling for the bell! And these two men are squaring up!
Vinegar: They circle each other, JC slapping at his pecks and stretching his shoulders as he circles. Even here you can see the big man has a speed a man of his size shouldn’t possess, and especially at this age.
Lieberjosch: Rydell’s eyes are locked on JC’s, and are just as intense. They meet in the middle and we’ve got a collar and elbow tie up. Classic, feeling out process here as they battle for position. JC seems to have the power and the leverage.
Covert Jay: Perhaps not a smart move for Rydell to start–wait, Rydell is sliding around the Bogeyman now, breaking the tie up and wrapping his arms around JC’s waist as he plants his feet behind him. He lifts him into the air. But JC dead weights it and forces Rydell to put him back down on his feet. Now JC spins around it’s he who wraps his arms around Rydell’s waist!
Lieberjosch: And he lifts him up into the air now, and executes a beautiful release German Suplex! No! Rydell backflips and lands on his feet! Have you ever seen Rydell with such athleticism?
Vinegar: It seems he’s been doing his homework. That was a big reversal and had he not, would have been a high impact move for JC to start the match!
Covert Jay: JC is up on his feet quickly, and immediately sprints at Rydell, who arm drags JC and holds onto his arm, locking him into a seated hammerlock! JC now trying to fight his way out of the hold, but Rydell is pulling his ponytail!
Vinegar: And letting go before Nasmith catches him.
Lieberjosch: Playing mind games with the Bogeyman doesn’t seem like it’s a very intelligent strategy, even from a man of Rydell’s calibur.
Vinegar: No it doesn’t, but he’s pulling JC’s hair again and JC is protesting to Nasmith!
Covert Jay: And a third time, but this time Alice does catch him! She knew something was up, and rather than warning him, she’s forcing Rydell to break the hold! Come on, that’s not in the rulebook, is it? Do we just make things up as we go, now?
Vinegar: That’s the UGWC way, Jay.
Lieberjosch: At any rate, Rydell does break the hold and JC has gotten to his feet.
Vinegar: Rydell with a kick to the midsection. He goes to club JC in the back of the neck, or perhaps the head, but we won’t know for sure because JC stands at full height and Rydell whiffs!
Covert Jay: Swing and a miss!
Lieberjosch: But JC didn’t! What a standing clothesline! And Rydell is on the ground. JC leaps up and comes down. Now you may be expecting him to miss a leaping stomp to Rydell’s sternum, but he connects!
Covert Jay: Rydell gasping for air now. What size boot do you suppose JC wears? Fifteen? Sixteen?
Lieberjosch: Ain’t the size of the boot that counts, it’s what you do with it. And what JC’s doing with it is frightful! He’s stomping with all his weight behind each one, and Rydell is being forced to the side of the ring, where he actually rolls out! And Alice Nasmith begins the ten count!
Vinegar: JC waits patiently in the ring, a little half smirk on his face. He’s a predator, folks.
Covert Jay: And the worst kind. He’s a hungry predator. Think Jaws.
Lieberjosch: I feel like there’s the potential of a moniker in there somewhere. Meanwhile, Rydell is back up on his feet outside the ring and look at the welts on his chest from JC’s boots!
Covert Jay: HA! I can see what brand of boot he’s wearing imprinted on Dave’s chest! That’s way better than a Montague magic trick!
Vinegar: I thought you said that his magic tricks were “solid gold” in catering…
Covert Jay: What? No, that was Deimos. Everything he does is gold!
Lieberjosch: If you two don’t mind, there’s actually a really good match going on here. Rydell is back inside the ring now, Alice only made it to five. And now Rydell and JC lock up once more. Rydell tries to slither back around JC’s waist again, but this time JC blocks it and keeps them locked up. While in the tie up, JC backs Rydell into the corner and Nasmith begins the five count for JC to break the hold. Reluctantly, JC loosens, and finally breaks the hold. He slowly backs away, before reigning down one of the loudest open hand slaps across Rydell’s chest that I’ve ever heard!
Vinegar: Look at Dave’s eyes bulging out! And immediately, JC’s handprint is on Dave’s chest! Rydell is collecting more identity prints than a baby’s birth!
Covert Jay: That was terrible. Stick to what you know.
Lieberjosch: JC pulls Rydell out of the corner now with a front headlock. Rydell tries to wriggle free, but JC gives him a knee lift, then hooks his arms and follows up with a beautiful Tiger Suplex! That might be one of my favorite moves and it’s so underused, I feel like.
Covert Jay: JC makes the cover!
Vinegar: 1!
Lieberjosch: 2!
Vinegar: Kickout at two! JC smirks as he hovers over Rydell, then stands and picks Rydell up to his feet.
Lieberjosch: He wraps his arms around Rydell’s waist and lifts him over his head. Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
Vinegar: But Rydell lands on his feet! He’s acting like a twenty year old with these counters!
Covert Jay: And this time JC doesn’t realize Rydell landed on his feet! He turns and stutter steps when he sees Rydell upright, then charges forward!
Lieberjosch: Rydell counters! Drop toe hold into the middle turnbuckle! And that will slow down even the scariest monsters.
Covert Jay: And now it’s Rydell’s turn to stomp on JC’s back! Rydell stomps on him over and over and JC can only hug the turnbuckle. Nasmith is a little late getting to Rydell to do the five count, but she finally does, and Rydell backs away at 4, holding his hands up defensively.
Lieberjosch: And he’s back on the attack! Rydell looks rabid as he stomps away at JC in the corner! Nasmith making the five count once more and Rydell backs away at 4. Alice’s face is bright red, these two are making her earn her paycheck tonight.
Vinegar: Rydell says something to Nasmith, and I don’t think it’s asking how her day is. And he’s back on JC, pulling him up to his feet and spinning him around, hitting him with a knife edge chop across the chest!
Covert Jay: WOOOOOOOO!
Lieberjosch: Good god, that sound was almost as sickening as JC’s. And the Bogeyman is wincing, as much as he’s trying not to show it. Rydell hits him again with a second knife edged chop! JC slumps forward, and right into a DDT from Dave Rydell! And he makes the cover!
Vinegar: 1!
Covert Jay: 2!
Lieberjosch: Kickout at 2 by JC!
Covert Jay: And now Rydell continues on the attack. He pulls a groggy JC to his feet once more.
Lieberjosch: Aftershock! I wasn’t expecting that! And he nailed it, too! Rydell makes the cover!
Vinegar: 1!
Covert Jay! 2!
Lieberjosch: 3–No! JC gets his shoulder up just in time!
Vinegar: And look at Rydell. Now he’s grinning, just like JC was when he was on the attack! Wouldn’t it be fair to say that both of these men are predators?
Covert Jay: Sure, predators in shark-infested waters. It’s hard to become the apex predator in an ecological environment that houses so many.
Lieberjosch: Rydell on his feet once again. He’s got JC up now, too, and he whips him–no! JC reverses and whips Rydell into the ropes, and–JC runs to the adjacent ropes. Are we going to see some classic old-school criss-cross running here!?
Covert Jay: Not quite. Look at the way JC just angled! Rydell doesn’t even see!
Vinegar: Dance Macabre!
Lieberjosch: My GOD! Rydell flails across the ring! And JC drags him by his feet to the center of the ring. He makes the cover!
Vinegar: 1!
Covert Jay: 2!
Lieberjosch: 3–No! I thought he had him there, but somehow Rydell gets a shoulder up!
Covert Jay: JC already back on his feet and Rydell is rolling over. Rydell crawls slowly towards the ropes where he grabs the bottom one for stability. He finally makes it to the corner and begins pulling himself up.
Vinegar: Big Boot of Death! Jesus Chris, I think he killed him!
Lieberjosch: Rydell’s head was caught between JC’s boot and a turnbuckle! And he crumples to the mat! JC makes the cover!
Vinegar: 1!
Covert Jay: 2!
Lieberjosch: 3! JC wins! JC kills!
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner… The Bogeymaaaaaaaan Jaaaaay Ceeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Lieberjosch: And with that win, JC has earned himself a future championship opportunity!
Vinegar: Under the radar, JC has been putting together an impressive body count, despite the fact that he’s become… well, a little unstable to say the least.
Covert Jay: He’s fine!
Vinegar: In any case, the Body Count continues!
Dave Rydell stirs and pulls himself up by the ropes. He holds his head and shoots JC a look.
Vinegar: Uh oh..
Leiberjosch: What's he going to do? This hack just got his ass kicked.
Dave Rydell gets up and says something to JC. JC responds with a slight nod, and the two shake hands!
Vinegar: Look at this show of sportsmanship, veteran to veteran.
Leiberjosch: Oh come on. It's just two people who can't make it to the top, trying to get some cool points over with the crowd.
Vinegar: Oh knock it off dude. These two give their everything all of the time. Dave Rydell has been literally breaking his own body day in and day out for this company for over 12 years. This is what it's all about. This sportsmanship is why this business is what it is today.
Leiberjosch: Agree to disagree then. They both don't deserve to reach the top.
Dave Rydell quickly exits the ring and backs up the ramp while JC continues to celebrate.
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2023 22:20:08 GMT -5 by UGWC Staff
Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:49:18 GMT -5
Vinegar: It’s hard to say if this is the grudge match of the show, or if the match that comes after it is, but we’re going to find out!
Lieberjosch: This is going to be a slugfest. I’m looking forward to seeing how can upstage who without the use of weapons.
Vinegar: Yes we are. Let’s go to Mitchell!
Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for ONE fall! Introducing first!
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.
Vinegar: Pierce enters the ring and Referee Sam Green checks him. Pierce walks to his corner and stands with his eyes glued to the ramp.
Dennis: Standing at six feet, one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He hails from Los Angeles, California and is “The Icon of Entertainment”. He is TRAAAAAAAAVIS PIEEEEEEEEERCE!!!
Lieberjosch: He has a hell of a brawl ahead of him, not that he hasn’t been here at least a dozen times in his career.
Covert Jay: He hasn’t fought Tempest a dozen times in his career.
Lieberjosch: No, but he’s faced wrestlers like Tempest. The violent and unpredictable type.
Covert Jay: I don’t think anyone has ever faced anyone quite like Tempest.
Lieberjosch: As much as I dislike Pierce, he’s one of the most experienced members of the roster. There aren’t many situations he can’t adapt to.
Vinegar: A rare compliment for Pierce?
Lieberjosch: Sometimes I have to stoop so low.
Vinegar: So much for goodwill.
Lieberjosch: Sorry, Nick.
Vinegar: I was waiting for it, Hans. I knew it was coming.
Lieberjosch: We’ve worked together for long enough.
Covert Jay: Too long.
Lieberjosch: Who asked you?
Vinegar: Before this devolves into its usual nonsense, let’s go back to Mitchell.
Lieberjosch: Good idea.
Dennis: Introducing his OPPONENT...
Dennis: Standing at six feet tall and weighing two hundred and five pounds, he hails from Gnaw Bone, Indiana. He is “THE SPIDER KING”, TEMMMMMMMPEEEESSSSSTTTTT!!!
Covert Jay: He’s a scary SOB!
Lieberjosch: That’s the idea.
Vinegar: Sam gets another match that’s likely to devolve into insanity.
Lieberjosch: It’s tradition.
Vinegar: I’m sure he’d like to see that tradition end.
Lieberjosch: That’s life sometimes. He’s paid well to suffer.
Vinegar: I’m going to ignore that. Meanwhile, Sam calls for the bell and we’re off!
Covert Jay: Pierce had better watch out, Tempest might try to eat his face to Gein an advantage!
Lieberjosch: Was that a serial killer pun?
Covert Jay: Cereal? Where? What kind? I like Crunchberries!
Lieberjosch: I withdraw the question.
Vinegar: Tempest drops into a crouch and starts leaping around the ring in what can best be described as a psychotic monkey…lurch?
Lieberjosch: “Lurch” works.
Covert Jay: Pierce doesn’t seem impressed.
Lieberjosch: Everyone expects Tempest to be weird, I’m sure Pierce planned for this kind of nonsense.
Covert Jay: It’s still creepy.
Lieberjosch: I give you Exhibit A, Tempest.
Vinegar: Tempest lurches at Pierce, swiping for his knees, but Pierce deftly leaps out of the way.
Lieberjosch: I think they both know that Tempest wasn’t actually expecting that to work. It’s all a part of the game for him.
Vinegar: Yes.
Covert Jay: Maybe he was swiping right to like.
Lieberjosch: Maybe you should stop talking.
Vinegar: Tempest takes another wild swipe, but Pierce kicks his arm away. Tempest shakes it out, smiling at Pierce the entire time.
Covert Jay: There really is something wrong with him.
Lieberjosch: There’s a lot wrong with him. A…lot.
Covert Jay: No insult? You’re slipping, Doc!
Lieberjosch: I need to pace them out a bit.
Vinegar: Tempest goes for another wild swipe. Pierce goes to leap out of the way, but Tempest grabs him and spins him into a roll up pin!
Lieberjosch: Pierce immediately kicks out, but he looks genuinely surprised.
Covert Jay: Tempest just pointed at his head.
Lieberjosch: He’s reminding Pierce that he’s not stupid, not that I think Pierce thinks he is.
Vinegar: I don’t either, and now Pierce has to factor in that Tempest is happy to win through subterfuge and not just violence.
Lieberjosch: It's antithetical to his normal behavior.
Covert Jay: Why does he hate the theater?
Lieberjosch: What?
Covert Jay: “Antithetical.” It means that he hates the theater.
Lieberjosch: No, it doesn’t. It means… you know what, never mind.
Covert Jay: What does it mean?
Lieberjosch: It means “go find a dictionary and look it up.”
Covert Jay: I can see why people use that word. It’s shorter.
Lieberjosch: I despair for our future.
Vinegar: Tempest straightens up and looks at Pierce, who shakes his head in reply.
Covert Jay: Tempest asked him why he won’t play. Is it me, or is that weird?
Lieberjosch: It’s both.
Vinegar: The two go to lock up!
Lieberjosch: Rope a dope!
Covert Jay: It’s not nice to call either of them a “dope.”
Lieberjosch: I’m not. Imbecile.
Vinegar: Pierce ducks under the lunging Tempest and, well... how do I put this...
Covert Jay: He kicked him in the ass.
Lieberjosch: I think he was looking for a different way to say it.
Covert Jay: Oh. Sorry, Nick. My bad.
Lieberjosch: I say it again. Imbecile.
Vinegar: Tempest wheels on him!
Covert Jay: He looks...upset.
Lieberjosch: He looks psychotic.
Vinegar: He leaps at Pierce, knocking him down and pinning him to the mat!
Covert Jay: Gross!
Lieberjosch: And illegal, not that he cares.
Vinegar: Tempest bites down on Pierce’s face, leaving a bloody mark before Sam Green pushes him off and orders him back to his corner with a warning. Tempest stalks back to his corner, grinning at Pierce the entire way.
Lieberjosch: He’ll be lucky if Green doesn’t disqualify him on the spot.
Vinegar: I doubt Sam's going to DQ him.
Covert Jay: Dairy Queen? I could go for a softy.
Lieberjosch: Nope. Nope. Just...nope.
Vinegar: Pierce tells Sam he's good as Tempest gives him a sinister smile from his corner.
Lieberjosch: When doesn't he?
Vinegar: Good point.
Covert Jay: Let them fight! Let them fight!
Lieberjosch: Is that a Jerry Springer reference?
Covet Jay: Who?
Vinegar: Don't worry about it. In the ring, Sam steps back and Pierce and Tempest advance on each other. Tempest points at Pierce’s face and mocks the bite mark. Pierce points back at him and promises to return the favor.
Covert Jay: He's gonna bite him?
Lieberjosch: I doubt it.
Vinegar: Pierce and Tempest lock up and struggle around a bit, pushing for dominance.
Covert Jay: Ninja!!
Lieberjosch: It was an arm drag, Jay. Settle down.
Vinegar: Now it's Pierce’s turn to showboat.
Covert Jay: Homeboy has moves.
Lieberjosch: Riiiiight.
Vinegar: Pierce with a little mocking footwork before he finishes with a flourish. Tempest applauds him and cackles.
Lieberjosch: There's a lot of early gamesmanship. Both are trying really hard to get into the other one's head.
Covert Jay: I don't want to be in Tempest's head. It's scary there.
Lieberjosch: No argument from me.
Vinegar: They circle each other, as Pierce talks trash, Tempest links his lips, which is…
Lieberjosch: Disconcerting.
Vinegar: They lock up!
Covert Jay: Whoa!
Lieberjosch: This soon?
Vinegar: "Signing Off!"
Covert Jay: Ninja!
Lieberjosch: How unexpected!
Vinegar: Tempest goes down! Pierce drops for the pin!
Lieberjosch: Tempest immediately kicks out!
Covert Jay: The King of Charisma looks shocked!
Vinegar: He pops up, catching Pierce by surprise!
Covert Jay: Awwww shiznit!
Vinegar: Tiptoe Through the Tulips!
Lieberjosch: Tempest into the pin!
Vinegar: Pierce immediately kicks out!
Covert Jay: Now "The Spider King" looks shocked!
Vinegar: He pulls Pierce up by his hair, drawing a warning from Sam Green. He laughs in Sam’s face and immediately slams Pierce down into the mat by his har, drawing another warning.
Lieberjosch: Not that he cares.
Vinegar: Obviously.
Covert Jay: He’s stomping the crap out of Pierce…which is legal at least.
Lieberjosch: I doubt that distinction matters much to Pierce at the moment.
Vinegar: He winds up and boots Pierce in the knee, then stomps on his foot. Pierce flails at him with his free leg to make space between them, but Tempest grabs the other foot and flips Pierce over onto his stomach. He crosses Pierce's legs, pulls them up, and places his foot on the back of the back knee.
Lieberjosch: I’m intrigued to see where this is going.
Covert Jay: Pain. It’s going to pain.
Lieberjosch: Duh. How.
Covert Jay: Ow! Like that!
Vinegar: Tempest connects with a modified curb stomp to Pierce’s knees! Pierce lets out a howl of pain and rolls around clutching at his knee while Tempest slumps back in the corner with a satisfied smile.
Lieberjosch: That was creative.
Covert Jay: And painful!
Lieberjosch: That was the obvious intent, numbskull.
Vinegar: Tempest explodes out of the corner and punt kicks Pierce in the knee, sending Pierce rolling across the ring into the corner.
Covert Jay: Tempest’s eyes are really wide right now!
Lieberjosch: They look insanely gleeful.
Vinegar: He pushes himself up out of the corner and blitzes across the ring with a loud yell.
Covert Jay: This is really not good for Pierce.
Lieberjosch: “Bad.” The word you’re looking for is “bad.”
Vinegar: Just like that!
Lieberjosch: That made the ropes shake!
Vinegar: Tempest went for the cannonball and the well was dry!
Covert Jay: The ring post don’t give a fuck.
Lieberjosch: Trafe.
Vinegar: In pain, and possibly injured or not, Pierce shows his ring generalship, rolling out of the way of that cannonball at the last second and out to the floor.
Lieberjosch: He always knows exactly where he is in and around the ring.
Covert Jay: Yeah, but he’s still down.
Lieberjosch: You’d be too if a nutcase had just stomped your knees into the ring.
Covert Jay: Touche!
Lieberjosch: I detest you.
Vinegar: Pierce is pulling himself back to his feet with the aid of the barrier as he tries to lessen the pain in his knee. He hobbles over to Pierce and grabs his legs.
Covert Jay: Hello!
Lieberjosch: That should draw a warning from Green.
Covert Jay: And that won’t?
Lieberjosch: That should too, although I have to applaud how smart it is.
Vinegar: Pierce has Tempest’s legs wrapped around the ring post and has knotted him up into a figure four around it! Sam tells him to released Tempest and begins the count!
Lieberjosch: Pierce is going to milk this count for as long as he can, and that’s exactly what he should do!
Vinegar: Sam’s up to three. If he doesn’t break it by five, he’s going to get disqualified.
Lieberjosch: There are four!
Vinegar: Pierce breaks the hold!
Lieberjosch: But did that hurt him, too?
Vinegar: It may not have helped him any, but it didn’t do Tempest any favors.
Covert Jay: He’s not done!
Vinegar: Pierce rolls into the ring, breaks the count, and rolls back out. He grabs Tempest by his right leg, pulls it up, and slams it across the ring post! Covert Jay: Tempest yelled, but then started giggling. Dude’s nuts!
Vinegar: Pierce slams Tempest’s leg across the ring post again, then rolls back in and breaks the count a second time!
Covert Jay: He’s heading back out!
Lieberjosch: Yes, but at the other end of that side of the ring.
Covert Jay: He’s charging!
Vinegar: Jesus!
Lieberjosch: That was a hell of a kick! If Tempest’s knee wasn’t hurt before, it might be now.
Covert Jay: Tempest isn’t laughing now!
Lieberjosch: You wouldn’t be laughing either if someone had possibly destroyed your knee.
Vinegar: Tempest pushes himself out of the corner and tries to stand up, but his knee immediately gives out and he collapses back to the mat. Pierce rolls back into the ring.
Covert Jay: He’s climbing the ropes!
Lieberjosch: This is his first big mistake.
Vinegar: If it fails.
Lieberjosch: Even if it succeeds. I don’t think he’s done nearly enough to wear Tempest down!
Covert Jay: Ninnnnnnnnjaaaaaa!!!
Vinegar: The Piercing Blow!!!
Covert Jay: Right into Tempest’s knee!
Lieberjosch: I’m still not convinced that it wasn’t a mistake.
Vinegar: We’ll see.
Lieberjosch: Indeed we will.
Vinegar: Pierce immediately hooks Tempest’s leg!
Covert Jay: Here’s Sam for the count!
Lieberjosch: ONE!
Covert Jay: TWO!!
Vinegar: Tempest kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Pierce thinks it was a three count. Sam disavowed him of that misperception.
Vinegar: He’s not wasting time arguing. He’s going back to work on Tempest’s leg, as he lifts Tempest up and goes to turn him over.
Covert Jay: Looooooow bloooowwwwww!!
Lieberjosch: Sam didn’t think so, or doesn’t think it was blatant enough.
Vinegar: Tempest lashed out with his other leg and caught Pierce square between the legs. Given that he was on his back, it was an incredibly lucky, or unlucky, shot depending on which side of the foot one is standing on. In either case, Pierce is down and Tempest gets a little bit of breathing room.
Covert Jay: I bet Pierce wishes he could breathe normally right now.
Lieberjosch: For once I find that I have to agree with you, and I hate it.
Vinegar: Tempest turns around using his hands on the mat and glares up at Pierce.
Covert Jay: Did he just snarl like a cat? Lieberjosch: He definitely snarled. If it was “as a cat,” then it’s a rather large cat.
Vinegar: Tempest springs forward and drives a forearm into the back of Pierce’s head, sending him face-first to the mat. He immediately leaps on Pierce, grabs him by his hair, and begins violently pounding his face into the mat. Sam orders him to let go of Pierce’s hair and begins the five count.
Lieberjosch: I doubt that Tempest cares that much. He’s probably counting off the nanoseconds in his head.
Vinegar: Green is up to three and Tempest is still pounding away.
Lieberjosch: People think that Tempest is a lunatic, but he’s watching Sam’s arm and hand very closely. He’s timing this out to get the maximum damage from it.
Vinegar: Sam’s at four and if his arm drops
Covert Jay: He released him!
Lieberjosch: Right before he was about to get disqualified.
Vinegar: Tempest reaches down and drags his nails down Pierce’s back, then grabs him by the ears and drives a vicious headbutt into the back of Pierce’s head!
Covert Jay: How’s he still conscious after that?
Lieberjosch: How are either of them still conscious about that?
Vinegar: Tempest falls back onto the mat, dazed, while Pierce slumps face-first onto the mat.
Lieberjosch: This has been a very odd match. Not at all what I was expecting. Until then, at least.
Vinegar: Tempest shakes his head violently and stands up, staggering a bit. He punches his knee, then stumbles and drops to one knee.
Covert Jay: He just snarled again…
Vinegar: Tempest pushes off of his other leg and leaps onto Pierce, barraging him with punches and forearms.
Covert Jay: Pierce hasn’t moved.
Lieberjosch: He could have a concussion.
Covert Jay: Or a fractured skull. That was stiff!
Lieberjosch: Headbutts always are.
Vinegar: Tempest’s offense is often as harmful to him as it is to the person or persons he’s facing.
Lieberjosch: It tends to work for him.
Vinegar: It’s hard to say if it is right now.
Lieberjosch: He’s not the one lying face down on the mat.
Vinegar: That’s true.
Covert Jay: Sam just pushed Tempest off of Pierce.
Vinegar: He’s checked on Pierce now.
Lieberjosch: He should be. He might be out.
Covert Jay: Tempest is pacing back and forth. He’s clearly not happy about this.
Vinegar: Pierce isn’t moving.
Covert Jay: Is the match over?
Lieberjosch: He hasn’t signaled that it is.
Vinegar: Tempest’s pacing is accelerating. He’s not going to wait for long.
Covert Jay: He won’t have to!
Lieberjosch: That’s one way to make Sam useful.
Vinegar: He’s not paid to be a battering ram.
Lieberjosch: Whatever works. His head caught Tempest right in the solar plexus.
Vinegar: Pierce is back to his feet, although he’s clearly still a bit wobbly.
Covert Jay: I’m amazed that either of them is able to stand.
Lieberjosch: I don’t think Pierce is done with Sam.
Vinegar: He’s not! Come on!
Covert Jay: Poor Sam!
Lieberjosch: I think that was an accident.
Vinegar: You just said you didn’t think Pierce was done with him.
Lieberjosch: I was wrong. Look at how unsteady he looks on his feet.
Vinegar: He just threw Sam into Tempest. He looked perfectly steady to me!
Lieberjosch: Nah. You’re seeing things.
Vinegar: Pierce looks at Tempest and laughs as he struggles to disentangle himself from Sam Green.
Covert Jay: It would be easier if Sam helped.
Vinegar: He’s unconscious!
Lieberjosch: Who’s fault is that?
Vinegar: PIERCE!!
Lieberjosch: I don’t know what match you’re watching.
Vinegar: You’re impossible.
Lieberjosch: I’m right.
Vinegar: You’re an idiot.
Lieberjosch: NICK!!
Vinegar: Well, don’t act like an idiot and I won’t call you one.
Lieberjosch: I object!
Vinegar: This isn’t court.
Covert Jay: Tempest has finally gotten himself free of Sam. Poor Sam. He’s not gonna feel good in the morning.
Lieberjoch: You think?
Vinegar: Pierce leaps forward and slams his feet into Tempest’s face with a standing dropkick toppling him back over onto his back! He pulls Tempest over to the ropes and hangs him neck first across the middle rope.
Lieberjosch: I wouldn’t change tactics now, he’s been focusing on Tempest’s knee.
Vinegar: While that’s had some effect, it hasn’t ended the match. Maybe Pierce figures that he can’t fight if he can’t breathe.
Lieberjosch: And that’s true. He can’t. No one can.
Vinegar: Pierce leaps through, which I’m not sure he should do with a wounded knee.
Covert Jay: He’ll be fine if he lands on the right knee.
Lieberjosch: The right knee is the one that got worked over.
Covert Jay: No, I mean the other knee.
Lieberjosch: The left?
Covert Jay: No, the other one.
Lieberjosch: The right!
Covert Jay: No, the other one!
Lieberjosch: The left!
Covert Jay: No! The other knee!
Vinegar: If you’ll pardon my interrupting of this bad rendition of “Who’s On First,” we have a match to call. During your weird mutual interlude, Pierce leaped over the rope, landed on his non-injured knee, and snapped Tempest’s throat across the top rope. Tempest is now on the floor clutching at his throat.
Lieberjosch: Blame the moron in the mask.
Covert Jay: Tempest would hurt you for that.
Lieberjosch: I don’t mean him.
Vinegar: Pierce lines up on the apron and targets Tempest.
Covert Jay: There he goes!
Vinegar: “The Piercing Blow” into the floor! He gets back to his feet, pulling Tempest back up with him. He spins him around and whispers something into his ear…
Covert Jay: There’s a concussion.
Vinegar: Falling sleeper slam onto the floor!
Lieberjosch: It’s an effective move. I have to give him credit.
Vinegar: He pulls Tempest up and throws him into the ringside barrier shoulder first, then hobbles over to the ring, rolls in to break the count and rolls back out. He turns back towards Tempest.
Covert Jay: Where the hell did he go?
Lieberjosch: I see him!
Covert Jay: So does Pierce!
Vinegar: Tempest with a cannonball off of the apron into Pierce!
Covert Jay: He crushed Pierce into the barrier!
Vinegar: Tempest pops to his feet and…
Lieberjosch: He’s beating his head off of the barrier…
Covert Jay: I’m so confused right now.
Lieberjosch: Yeah...and this time it’s not because you’re stupid.
Vinegar: He looks up from the barrier and sees that Pierce has made his way back into the ring. He runs back, slides in and charges at Pierce. Pierce ducks under a clothesline!
Covert Jay: Belly-to-back suplex!
Lieberjosch: Tempest pops back to his feet!
Vinegar: Open palm slap to Pierce!
Covert Jay: Forearm to the face of Tempest!
Vinegar: Another headbutt to Pierce!
Liebersjosch: He staggers!
Covert Jay: Tempest charges!
Vinegar: Standing dropkick! Tempest staggers back towards the ropes! Pierce charges! He slides under a wild punch attempt from Tempest, pops up, and latches on for another falling sleeper slam!
Covert Jay: STUNNAH!
Lieberjosch: Close enough.
Vinegar: Pierce drops to the mat. Tempest leaps and catches him on the chin with a knee his jaw!
Lieberjosch: That was a loud knee.
Covert Jay: They always are. They’re not gentle.
Lieberjosch: Haha.
Vinegar: Tempest pulls Pirce up and throws him back into the middle turnbuckle.
Covert Jay: Boomstick!
Vinegar: He pulls Pierce back up.
Covert Jay: “The Truth Hurts!”
Lieberjosch: Where the hell did that come from?
Vinegar: Pierce has had a successful career for a reason!
Lieberjosch: Yeah, Crazy Opie!
Vinegar: Bull. He’s accomplished a lot on his own!
Lieberjosch: Now he has to accomplish pinning Tempest!
Covert Jay: He pulls himself over and drops an arm across Tempest’s chest.
Vinegar: Sam crawls over, still woozy from being used as a battering ram.
Covert Jay: There’s the one count!
Lieberjosch: There’s the two count, although it’s a bit slow.
Vinegar: He goes to drop the three count
Lieberjosch: Tempest kicks out!
Vinegar: Pierce leaps up and pulls Tempest to his feet! He backs up a few steps and dares Tempest to turn around!
Covert Jay: Pierce charges!
Lieberjosch: He leaps!
Covert Jay: Holy crap!
Lieberjosch: Tempest catches him!
Vinegar: Tempest spins Pierce around…
Covert Jay: Moseley Driver!
Lieberjosch: He put a little extra behind that one!
Vinegar: Tempest pulls Tempest up, grabs him by the sides of his head and furiously says something into his ears.
Covert Jay: Gut punch!
Lieberjosch: He’s setting Pierce up for a second Moseley Driver!
Covert Jay: He pulls Pierce up!
Vinegar: Another Moseley Driver! Pierce slumps to the mat! Tempest drops on top of him!
Covert Jay: Here’s Sam with the count!
Lieberjosch: ONE!
Covert Jay: TWO!!
Vinegar: THREE!!! Tempest wins a hard-fought brawl with Travis Pierce!
Covert Jay: Thank God it wasn’t a Chaos Match!
Lieberjosch: As much as I hate those, I’d pay to see that match!
Vinegar: Pierce put up a hell of a fight, but in the end two Moseley Drivers get the job done! You have to wonder how Pierce is going to respond to this, and if it’s actually over yet.
Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, your WINNER by PINFALL… “THE SPIDER KING”, TEEEEEMMMMPEEESSSSTTTT!!!!
Vinegar: The Chaos Championship between “The Lord of Pain” Donovan Hastings, and possibly the greatest Chaos Champion of all time, Sebastian Everett-Bryce is next!!
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Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:49:33 GMT -5
Hastings wears a dark cloak to the ring. When he comes out he pauses on the stage and opens his arms to the adoring peasantry. He soaks the moment in and then proceeds to the ring.
Vinegar: Somehow in his twisted mind, Donovan has marked Sebastian as the missing piece to a World Championship reign that he feels is incomplete.
Lieberjosch: It makes perfect sense if you’re able to reason it out.
Covert Jay: Explain it to us, then.
Lieberjosch: No.
Vinegar: At any rate, there are doubts about Hastings’ wisdom challenging Everett-Bryce when he’s in such a slump.
Lieberjosch: How dare you! The Lord of Pain does not have slumps.
Vinegar: Need I remind you that he’s lost to the Dar–
Lieberjosch: Quiet, I hear Sebastian’s music starting.
The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.
"She askin' “Why you say that?!”
The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB" and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the sceen.
"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"
Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.
Vinegar: Sebastian Everett-Bryce was born and bred to be a record breaker.
Covert Jay: They’re rewriting the history books as we speak as far as the Chaos Division is concerned.
Vinegar: It’s almost unthinkable that Seb was on his way out of the business only about two years ago.
Lieberjosch: That’s a blip on an otherwise stellar career, and we should probably stop bringing it up, frankly.
The lights lift, and SEB makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.
"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"
He extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his jacket to reveal the back of his tights which read “S.E.B”
"Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)"
He flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied and somewhat sneery grin upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before moving towards his corner.
Dennis: The following contest is for one fall, and is for the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition Chaos Championship!
Lieberjosch: Hazel East is going to have her hands full with this one…
Vinegar: I can’t argue with you, she’s there to count the fall and nothing more.
Dennis: Introducing first, your challenger, from Hartford, Connecticut, he is the Immortal Lord, DOOOOOOONNNNNOVANNNNN HASSSSSSSSTINGS!!!
Vinegar: Mixed reactions from the crowd here.
Dennis: And your defending champion, the second longest-reigning Chaos Champion and counting, a Grand Slam Champion, The Star of Stage and Screen, SEEEEEEEEBASTIANNNN EVERETT—-------------BRYCCCCCCE!!!
Lieberjosch: Even louder mixed reactions!
Vinegar: Seb and Donovan circling one another, measuring and calculating, no one has made a move yet.
Lieberjosch: They’re jawing at each other now, and I’m pretty sure you can’t say those words even on UGWC+
Covert Jay: Free.99 per month streaming of all UGWC content!
Vinegar: Seb swings first!
Lieberjosch: Hastings returns the favor!
Vinegar: They’re trading forearm strikes back and forth!
Lieberjosch: A very violent dance as they’re hitting hard enough to knock one another back a step.
Vinegar: Hastings blocks a strike, grabbing Seb by the arm and slinging him into the corner!
Lieberjosch: Sebastian is stunned, but not down. He turns to return the attack, but gets a big corner splash from the Lord of Pain!
Vinegar: Seb crumples, but Hastings pulls him back up, clotheslining him over the rope and to the floor outside!
Lieberjosch: Donovan drops from the apron and delivers a quick facebreaker DDT.
Vinegar: He drags the top off then nearby ring steps, and lays it on top of the downed Chaos Champ.
Covert Jay: What’s he up to?
Lieberjosch: Hastings grabs the bottom of the steps, and climbed up on the apron.
Vinegar: Piledrives it into the stairs on top of Seb!
Lieberjosch: Clearing the rubble, Donovan scoops Seb up and rolls him into the ring and slides in for a cover!
1!!!
2!!!
Vinegar: Seb kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Aggravated, Donovan starts to drag Seb to his feet again.
Vinegar: Sebastian counters, sliding around for a belly to back suplex!
Lieberjosch: Without hesitation, he moves in for another, and another!
Vinegar: After that one, Sebastian slides out of the ring and immediately snatches a chair!
Lieberjosch: Back into the ring, and he unloads on the Immortal Lord!
Vinegar: Each of those clanks around his head and shoulders puts a massive dent in that chair!
Covert Jay: G.S.H.O.A.T.!!
Lieberjosch: He dropped right into that!
Vinegar: Hastings already wasn’t moving from those chair shots, there’s no way he gets out of this!
Lieberjosch: East moves in to check on Donovan, but he’s aware enough to wave her off!
Vinegar: Sebastian begins to drag himself backward using his knees.
Lieberjosch: He slides under the rope and down to the floor without letting go of that sleeper.
Vinegar: Transitions into a DDT from the apron to the floor!
Lieberjosch: The Mauler begins clearing off the Pig Latin announce table.
Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:49:45 GMT -5
Vinegar: We continue on here at Infinity, with the finals of the Global Challenge!
Lieberjosch: Fierce competition as always, but it all comes down to this final match, the top ranked competitor in each block facing off at last.
Vinegar: The winner will not only challenge the World Champion in six weeks at a brand new Pay-Per-View special event, but they will also take possession of the Global Challenge Key, the first of four keys that guarantee you an opportunity to compete in the main event of Horizons at the end of the year.
Zane Scott enters very generically.
Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is set for one fall and is the Global Challenge Final Match! Introducing first, the Professional, ZANE SCCOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
Covert Jay: Zane entering generically due to the lack of entrance in his profile, but there is nothing generic about this man and his accomplishments.
Vinegar: Zane Scott is a 2-Time Global Challenge Winner, but both of those victories came prior to the Keys to the Kingdom era during the tournament’s original format.
Lieberjosch: This is the first time that Zane has participated in the tournament since the Round Robin format began in 2021. After being excluded from the tournament last year due to a filing error, it’s been quite a redemptive performance that we’ve seen over the past several weeks.
Ken Davison walks down to the ring, all business and slightly less generic than Zane.
Mitchell Dennis: And his opponent, the Conquest Champion, “Godly” KENNNN DAVVVVIISSSSONNNNNN!!!!
Vinegar: Davison won the Conquest Title over the course of the Round Robin and has now successfully defended it twice, though it should be noted that the title is NOT on the line here tonight.
Covert Jay: As impressive as Davison was last year while teaming with Kyra as the Baltimore Elite, he’s proven himself a more than capable singles competitor, I’m certainly not surprised to see him ninja his way into the finals.
Lieberjosch: Time has been a factor throughout the tournament, but there is no time limit tonight! These two will fight until we have a winner!
DING DING!!!
Lieberjosch: Here we go!
Vinegar: Match underway, bit of a staredown between Davison and Scott, Davison having to look up a bit at the larger man, but Davison shoves him back with both hands!
Lieberjosch: Zane nodding his head, he gets it, and Zane comes back with a right hands, only for Davison to greet him with one of his own, and he backs Zane into the ropes with a series of strikes!
Covert Jay: Ken whips Zane across the ring off the far ropes, catches him on the return into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Vinegar: Scott rolls out to the apron, using the ropes to pull himself back up.
Covert Jay: Ken ninjas over the ropes, grabbing Zane for the Fall From Grace!
Lieberjosch: But Zane holds onto the ropes and blocks it, and he kicks back with his foot, catching Davison in the back of the head!
Vinegar: Davison stumbles away, and as he turns back towards the ring, Scott dives off the apron at him, connecting with a diving European uppercut!
Lieberjosch: Zane gets back to his feet, keeping the pressure on with a series of rear-mounted forearm strikes, Brian Chartreuse telling him to bring the match back to the ring, but Zane has no time for that noise.
Vinegar: The Professional is brutalizing Ken Davison on the outside, simply punishing his opponent early in this match, and now he puts him into an inverted cloverleaf!
Lieberjosch: Zane lifts Davison off the ground, and now he swings him into the barricade!
Vinegar: Ken Davison could be broken in half!
Lieberjosch: Referee again telling Zane to bring it back in, he’s giving a lot of latitude, but Brian Chartreuse knows that nobody wants to see the Global Challenge final end in a count-out.
Vinegar: Davison finally sent back into the ring, the Professional sliding in after him, and he covers with a lateral press!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Davison kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Zane stands and grabs Davison by the wrist, yanking his arm before stomping on the shoulder, and Davison screams out in pain.
Covert Jay: Methodical approach by the Professional, and now Zane drags Davison to the corner and jams his hand into the bottom turnbuckle pad.
Vinegar: Scott stomps away on the hand, backs away and charges back towards the corner, but Davison manages to free his hand and slip out of the ring as Scott dropkicks the corner directly!
Lieberjosch: Zane rolls again out to the apron, slowly getting back up, but Davison reaches up from ringside and powerbombs him off the apron to the floor!
Vinegar: Davison falls to one knee, holding his hand and trying to shake some feeling back into it, hard to say how much damage has been done there.
Covert Jay: Zane stirring at ringside, but Ken connects with an enizguri kick to the face!
Vinegar: Davison uses his good arm to get Scott back into the ring, rolls in himself and executes a Northern Lights suplex, bridges into a pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Kickout!
Lieberjosch: Davison back to his feet, sets Zane up for the Kenadian Destroyer, but Zane backdrops out of it!
Vinegar: The Professional goes back to work, again with a series of rear mounted strikes on his prone opponent, and now he grabs Davison by both arms and pulls him back before he Salts the Earth!
Covert Jay: Zane shoots the half into the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Davison gets the shoulder up!
Lieberjosch: Zane grabs Davison by the jaw and tries to yank his mouth open, but Davison backs him off with an elbow.
Vinegar: Scott with a boot directed at the rising Davison, but Davison catches it, pulls him into a dragon screw takedown!
Vinegar: And he sets up the Kenadian Destroyer again, and this time he hits it! The cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Scott kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Both men down, they’re emptying the tank here at Infinity, laying it all on the line for the Global Challenge Key!
Vinegar: And now both slowly rising as the crowd here in Columbus is on their feet, as Davison delivers a chop to the chest, but appears to have further injured his own hand in doing so!
Lieberjosch: Zane lifts Davison into a fireman’s carry, but Davison floats off the back!
Covert Jay: Going for the Jawdropper, but can’t lift Zane before Zane gets loose and elbows him away!
Vinegar: Two-handed sledge strike ducked under by Davison, he tackles Scott to the mat!
Covert Jay: HANDS OF GOD!!!
Vinegar: Davison applying the combination iron and stomach claw!
Lieberjosch: The ropes are out of reach, but Zane clubs the injured hand repeatedly, Davison forced to release!
Vinegar: Both men to their feet, Davison holding that hand, gets clobbered by the two-handed sledge strike!
Covert Jay: Zane’s got him!
Lieberjosch: THE PURGE!!!
Vinegar: And the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner, and the Keeper of the Global Challenge Key, ZAANNEE SCCCOOTTTTTTT!!!!
Lieberjosch: Zane is victorious!
Vinegar: The first ever three-time Global Challenge winner, first person to win both versions of the tournament, Zane Scott adds to his impressive Hall of Fame caliber career!
Covert Jay: And he becomes the next number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title!
Vinegar: We’ll find out who will be the champion that he’ll be challenging, next up in our main event!
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Post by UGWC Staff on Feb 13, 2023 21:49:50 GMT -5
Vinegar: What a fantastic night it has been here at Infinity, with the 2023 UGWC calendar year now in full swing, and we’ve received word from Creative Director Daedalus that the next time we come to you on Pay-Per-View, at an event to be fully revealed soon, we will be coming to you live from Gnaw Bone, Indiana.
Lieberjosch: The home of the Astro Creeps, certain to be a dark day, but we know that on that night the Global Challenge winner, Zane Scott, will be challenging for the World Heavyweight Title.
Covert Jay: It could be an Astro Creep that he’s challenging, we’re about to find out!
The sound of a winding filmstrip can be heard as the arena is bathed in dim sepia light. A trumpet sounds accompanied by a spotlight emanating from the curtain. It backlights a man in a top hat, with a cane slung over his left shoulder. As a tinny voice begins to sing, the silhouetted figure moves along with the directions of the lyrics.
As you can see
I go back and forth
That's right
Side to side
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and side to side
The music picks up some energy right as the spotlight switches to shine from the rafters, illuminating the grinning face of Montague Cervantes dressed in an elaborate jacket and a jauntily-cocked top hat. When the auto-tuned verse begins, "Listen to me, Listen to me" he starts making his way toward the ring, turning, flourishing, bowing, and two stepping along with the music.
Mitchell Dennis: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, representing the Astro Creeps, the Moth Man, MONNNTAGGUUEEEE CERRRRRVAANNNNNTEEESSSSSS!!!
Vinegar: It was a year ago at Infinity that Montague Cervantes won the Global Challenge and became the first keyholder of 2022, a month before he also captured his first World Championship.
Lieberjosch: Monty’s looking to win the title for the second time tonight, and his opponent is the same person he beat a year ago to start it all.
Covert Jay: DRAMATIC IRONY UNLEASHED!!!
The arena goes black. The opening chords of "Undead" by Hollywood Undead blare over the Arena PA system. One by one, spotlights around the arena begin fading in and out, alternating between a bright white and deep purple tones. As the bass line kicks into its highly recognized bone jarring chorus the spotlights sync their flashing with the rhythm. Suddenly the spotlights all turn at once, illuminating the stage in a brilliant flash and a radiating glow. Lucy Wylde steps out from behind the curtain onto center stage just as the crowd begins to cheer and sing along with the song…
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
As the verse begins, Lucy begins walking towards the ring, a big smile on her face as she moves from side to side along the aisle - slapping the hands of the fans as she goes. She gets to ringside and runs up the ring steps, climbing into the ring and ascending the far turnbuckle, raising her arms into the air. She pulls a pair of fingerless leather gloves from her back pocket and puts them on, one by one. Her music begins to fade into the background of the cheers of the fans. Once both gloves are tight, she clenches both fists and jumps down from the turnbuckle, awaiting the opening bell.
Mitchell Dennis: And his opponent, she is the reigning AND defending UGWC World Champion, the Dark Lady, LUUCCYYYY WYYYLLLLDDDEEEEE!!!!
Vinegar: She is a three-time World Champion and has proven herself one of the greatest competitors in UGWC history!
Lieberjosch: Two months ago Lucy Wylde went to Horizons and defeated Tempest in one of the most brutal matches we’ve ever seen, but this is a new year, and we all know that as difficult as it is to win a title, it’s even harder to defend it, and tonight Lucy’s conflict with the Astro Creeps continues, as she comes face to face once again with Montague Cervantes.
Covert Jay: A year ago at Infinity it was the Showman that came out on top. Is history about to repeat itself?
DING DING!!!
Vinegar: Cervantes and Wylde circling the ring, both appearing a bit cautious, and now they come together for a double elbow tie-up!
Covert Jay: Both grappling for position, but Lucy manipulates Monty and puts herself in a headlock, visibly catching the Showman off guard, and Lucy slips out of it and backs into a bow with a flourish.
Lieberjosch: Mind games being played by the Dark Lady, this is what Cervantes did to her in the outset of their match last year, and the Showman looks annoyed by it.
Vinegar: Cervantes swings at her, but she blocks it and responds with a series of chops to the chest that back him into the ropes, Wylde whips him across the ring, but Cervantes runs up the far ropes and springboards back into the Lament for a Toy Factory!
Covert Jay: Sidestepped by Lucy, and she connects with the Fury Brand! A quick cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Cervantes kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Side headlock applied by Wylde, transitioned into an arm wrench before delivering a kick to the chest.
Covert Jay: Lucy springboards for a leg lariat, ducked under by Monty, who runs up the ropes for another attempt at Lament for a Toy Factory, and this time he connects with it!
Lieberjosch: He goes right into the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Wylde shoves Cervantes off, and she quickly rolls away under the bottom rope to the outside.
Lieberjosch: Cervantes pops to his feet, gets a running start and vaults over the ropes!
Covert Jay: Lucy attempts to counter with a dropkick, but Monty has held onto the top rope and skins the cat back in as Lucy crashes at ringside, and now Monty launches himself over the ropes for a suicide dive, catches Lucy on the way down and planting her with a DDT!
Vinegar: Both are down for several seconds, before Cervantes kips back up to his feet, and he makes a show of tapping himself in the head.
Lieberjosch: Cervantes learns from the past, but we’ve seen already that they both have, these two know what to expect from each other and have prepared for it.
Vinegar: A modified Russian leg sweep by Cervantes drives Wylde into the side of the ring, and while she clearly got the worst of it, Cervantes did some damage to himself there as well.
Lieberjosch: Cervantes holding his own back as he gets back to his feet, shakes it off, and he sends Lucy back into the ring.
Vinegar: The Moth Man climbs up onto the apron and steps in through the ropes, as Lucy Wylde is stirring.
Covert Jay: Cervantes grabs her and whips her towards the ropes, but Lucy handsprings into Mindblow!
Vinegar: They’re both down, but Wylde rolls over and covers!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Cervantes kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Wylde gets back to her feet, slowly bringing the challenger back up as well, but Monty goes on the attack with a chop to the chest.
Covert Jay: Lucy immediately responds with one of her own, a stiff knife-edge that staggers Monty as he yelps in pain.
Vinegar: Wylde winds up for another chop, but Cervantes bolts for the far corner of the ring. Wylde gives chase, but slams on the breaks as Cervantes attempts the Carousel Kick, but whiffs!
Covert Jay: Lucy drills him with a spear!
Vinegar: Wylde lines up for Keep Your Chin Up, she charges, but Cervantes rolls safely out of the ring!
Covert Jay: Not for long, as she builds up a head of steam and comes soaring over for the Meteor Strike!
Vinegar: Wylde sends him back into the ring, slides in and covers!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Cervantes gets the shoulder up!
Lieberjosch: Lucy brings Cervantes to the corner and drives her shoulder into his chest, before whipping him across the ring and giving chase, connecting with a spinning heel kick against the corner!
Vinegar: She whips him back across again to the opposite corner, chasing after, but this time he successfully counters with the Carousel Kick!
Lieberjosch: I think Lucy was trying to bait another Carousel Kick attempt, but wasn’t as successful in evading this time, Cervantes connected, I don’t think he got all of it.
Vinegar: And looks like he knows it, Cervantes back out to the apron as Wylde staggers from the Carousel Kick, he slingshots into a forward flip, but twists in the air and connects with a dropkick!
Covert Jay: Clever ninja that he is, Monty’s trying to vary his offense, making unexpected moves.
Lieberjosch: Cervantes rolls to his feet, spins around and charges back at Lucy for a high knee!
Covert Jay: He slips out to the apron, setting up for the STL, Lucy springs to her feet and tries to shove him off, but he slingshots over the apron, rolling over Lucy’s back and landing behind her before spinning and connecting with a back fist.
Lieberjosch: Lucy stumbles back into the ropes, which push her back into Cervantes, who takes her down into a cradle!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Wylde kicks out, transitioning directly into body scissors, and she applies the Nightmare Sleeper!
Lieberjosch: She’s trying to lock it in, but Cervantes swings his legs up and bridges, he’s got her pinned!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Wylde releases the hold and gets the shoulder up!
Covert Jay: They’re both down, the crowd is at a fever pitch, as both begin to stir!
Vinegar: Forearm shot by Cervantes, returned by Wylde!
Lieberjosch: Exchanging blows as they rise to their feet!
Vinegar: Cervantes pulls himself up with the ropes, stumbles towards Wylde but walks right into a forearm shot, Cervantes responds with one of his own!
Covert Jay: They exchange volleys of forearms, Lucy goes for Wylde Liberation, but Monty shoves her away!
Lieberjosch: Cervantes charges at her, but she turns around and catches him with a spear!
Covert Jay: She lines up her target, here it comes, KEEP YOUR CHIN UP!!!
Vinegar: Wylde connects with Keep Your Chin Up! She’s got the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Cervantes has his foot on the bottom rope!
Lieberjosch: Once again, another brilliant move by the escape artist!
Vinegar: Wylde pounds her fist in frustration, she yanks the leg off the ropes, drags Cervantes back towards the center of the ring, but he pulls her into an inside cradle!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
Vinegar: Wylde kicks out!
Lieberjosch: Cervantes rolls towards the corner, Wylde gets to her feet and pursues!
Covert Jay: Monty dips out to the apron, Lucy tries to slam on the brakes as he flips back into the ring, but not in time!
Lieberjosch: STL!!!!
Vinegar: But she knocks his legs off her shoulders, drops him into-
Covert Jay: WYLDE LIBERATION!!!!
Vinegar: The cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!
Mitchell Dennis: Here is your winner, and STILL the UGWC World Champion, LUUUCCYYYY WYYYLLLLDDDDDEEEEEEEE!!!!
Covert Jay: She did it!
Vinegar: Redemption for Lucy Wylde, as one year after losing in the finals of the Global Challenge, she defeats Montague Cervantes to retain the World Title!
Lieberjosch: But the challenges laid before her by the Astro Creeps will continue, as her next scheduled defense is six weeks away, and will take place deep in the heart of the Astro Creeps home turf, against the winner of this year’s Global Challenge, Zane Scott!
Covert Jay: We’ll see you in two weeks!
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2023 23:23:28 GMT -5 by UGWC Staff