Synergy #405 Results - July 3, 2023

[UGWC Staff]

Welcome to GlobalTrollz LIVE Synergy Coverage for July 3rd, 2023!

Championship Roll Call:
World Heavyweight Champion: Lucy Wylde
- Next Defense: WrestleStock vs Dave Rydell
Cross-Hemisphere Champion: JC
- Next Defense: WrestleStock Zane Scott
Cooperative Champions: Suplex Cops
- Next Defense: TBD
Chaos Champion: Sebastian Everett-Bryce
- Next Defense:WrestleStock vs Konrad Raab and Travis Pierce
Conquest Champion: Montague Cervantes
- Next Defense: TONIGHT vs John Blade

Keys to the Kingdom:
Keeper of the Global Challenge Key: Zane Scott
Keeper of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament Key: Matt Knox
Keeper of the Battleground Key: Dave Rydell
Keeper of the Massive Melee Key: TBD on October 2

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Your Synergy coverage begins, now…

Brooke Blakely vs Ezra Wolf

Winner: Ezra Wolf
Time: 1:43

Ezra's victory celebration is interrupted by an impactful return.

~Commercial Break~

In the ring, Matt Knox calls out the Mauler of Markham Square.

~Commercial Break~

Larry Tact vs Matt Knox

The match begins with Tact asserting his dominance, unleashing his raw strength with a powerful Running Powerslam on Knox, who appears distracted by the events of a few minutes ago. The impact reverberates throughout the arena, leaving the audience in awe. However, Knox demonstrates his resilience, absorbing the punishment and retaliating with lightning-fast kicks that catch Tact off guard.

As the match progresses, Tact showcases his prowess with an array of impactful moves, including a Kickswing DDT and a punishing Orange Crush. Knox, utilizing his agility and quickness, responds with a combination of suplexes, displaying his technical finesse. The audience is treated to a display of athleticism and power.

The momentum swings back and forth, with Tact delivering bone-rattling maneuvers, while Knox counters with high-flying aerial assaults. Both wrestlers show their determination and refuse to back down, fighting with everything they have.

As the match reaches its climax, Tact sets up for his signature submission move, the "Tactful Surrender," he locks it in, applying immense pressure, but Knox summons his last reserves of strength and manages to reach the ropes, forcing a break.

With the crowd on their feet, Knox mounts a comeback, delivering a flurry of strikes and aerial attacks that leave Tact reeling. Knox capitalizes on his opponent's weakened state, attempting to lift him for Into the Void, however, Tact manages to slip off and counters the move into a thunderous Spinebuster, buying himself a moment of respite.

In a final act of desperation, Tact summons all his strength and sets up for his finisher, the "Starbreaker," a release powerbomb into a Backstabber. With his last ounce of energy, Tact executes the move and goes for the cover. The referee counts to three, declaring Larry Tact the winner by the narrowest of margins.

Winner: Larry Tact
Time: 9:37

~Commercial Break~

Conquest Championship: Montague Cervantes vs John Blade

Second defense of the Conquest Title for Cervantes, up against John Blade, who earned this match with his victory at Battleground two weeks ago.

The match begins with Cervantes showcasing his agility and showmanship, taunting his opponent and keeping him off balance. He utilizes his speed and acrobatics to evade Blade's strikes and launch his own dazzling offensive maneuvers. Blade, refusing to back down, responds with a gritty display of power moves, looking to overpower Cervantes and claim the championship.

As the match intensifies, both competitors display their unique styles and skills. Cervantes wows the audience with his high-flying aerial attacks and innovative moves, leaving them in awe. Blade, driven by his desire to prove himself, showcases his strength with impactful slams and strikes, aiming to ground Cervantes and seize the title.

The crowd rallies behind both competitors, with loud chants and cheers filling the arena. Each near fall raises the excitement to new heights, as both Cervantes and Blade demonstrate their resilience, kicking out of devastating maneuvers and refusing to stay down.

Gaining momentum after a series of strikes, Blade knocks Cervantes down with a pair of shoulder tackles. He looks for a protobomb, but Cervantes floats off it, landing behind Blade. Blade spins around and swings wildly, but Cervantes ducks under it, running to the rope and up them for Lament for a Toy Factory. Cervantes pops to his feet and follows up with the Big Finish, and that’s good for the three!

Winner: Montague Cervantes
Time: 5:41

~Commercial Break~

World Championship Match Contract Signing

End Show

[UGWC Staff]

Ezra stands up after the three count and gets his hand raised by Referee Brian Chartreuse. Ezekiel slides in under the bottom rope and comes to his feet, grabbing Ezra’s free hand and raising it victoriously. Then the music suddenly starts.



Vinegar: Uh oh!

Lieberjosch: I think we’re going to see a bit o violence!

Both men wheel and face toward the ramp, assuming fighting positions. After the first minute and a half of the song’s opening, Zane Scott walks out onto the stage with his eyes fixed on the ring. Oddly, he’s not carrying his steel chair and he doesn’t even look particularly angry. He stands on the stage for a moment, looking out over the crowd, then turns and slowly walks down the ramp. He’s wearing a black “UGWC” sweatshirt and jeans and walks down with his hands in the front pocket, although it’s hard to tell if he’s holding anything. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops for a second, his face expressionless, then continues up the steps and into the ring, where he walks past both Ezra and Ezekiel without acknowledging either one. Claude hands him a microphone, with which he makes a “cut” gesture. Once his music fades out, the turns to face both men.

“Relax,” he says, perhaps a bit too calmly. “I’m not here for violence.”

Lieberjosch: Yeah, sure. Zane Scott not here for violence. That’s funny.

Vinegar: Normally I’d agree with you, but unless he has something particularly nasty in that sweatshirt, he doesn’t appear to be armed.

Lieberjosch: It’s a trap.

Covert Jay: Just like Admiral Ackbar!

Lieberjosch: I don’t know why I bother…

Zane walks to one corner and leans back into it, raising the mic back up.

“Almost two months ago you used my friend and former CoOp partner, Alex Stein, to draw me into a trap. Instead of letting him go when I showed up, you attacked him anyway, possibly crippling him.”

Zane pauses and angrily clenches his jaw. It relaxes after a few seconds.

“If you’d attacked another active wrestler to get my attention, it would’ve annoyed me, but I would’ve understood it.” he continues. “Instead you drugged, kidnapped, and then attacked a man who’d never done anything to you, and who you knew had left wrestling because of a serious knee injury.. That you then sucker-attacked me is secondary to that. I’m still an in-ring competitor.”

Ezekiel raises a mic to say something, but Zane springs from the corner and puts his hand over it.

“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to say anything. This is entirely your fault. This has all happened because of YOUR LIE.”

Ezekiel snarls something in reply right as Zane points at Ezra.

“But YOU are going to be the one who pays for it.” He says coldly.

The three stand glaring at each other before Zane suddenly smiles.

“I have something for you, Ezra.” He fishes a sealed envelope out of his sweatshirt and slams it into Ezra’s chest, causing him to stagger back a half step. “Enjoy.”

He smiles. “First I deal with JC.”

He grabs Ezra by the back of his head and pulls them face to face.

“Then I deal with you.”

He suddenly releases Ezra, causing him to fall backward into Ezekiel, who barely stays on his feet.

“You boys have a fun night.”

He slams the mic into Ezra’s chest, turns, leaves the ring and walks up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain to leave both men dumbfounded and Ezekiel fuming in the ring.

[UGWC Staff]

The house lights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system



"Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring attire from earlier, but looking fresh from the showers. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before leaning over the ropes and taking a microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you know me. I never want to walk out here and leave you with anything less than the full Matt Knox show. But if you’ll indulge me for once - this particular face to face is a little more personal than normal. So you’ll forgive me if I don’t waste time playing to the crowd.” Knox said, pausing for a second. “I have business to take care of.”

He paused again.

“Family business.” He moved around the ring, looking a little less cool, calm and collected than normal. “This past couple of weeks, your Chaos Champion has been spoiling for a fight. One that I would have gladly given him. But in offering an encounter, he decided to tag on a stipulation that I had no interest in. I made the decision to turn down the opportunity, and Mr. Four hundred plus days didn’t take too kindly to the fact. Rather than do the adult thing, he’s poked and probed and prodded at me like some spoilt child..”

He paused, finding the camera before delivering the next line.

“I’m not your other Daddy Seb, i’m not so content to let this petulant fit of yours poison the well. So if you’ve got so much to say, come and say it.”

He paused for a second.

“Like a man.” He added, the crowed coming together with a collective “ooooo”.



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"

But when the spotlight drops on the top of the ramp, S.E.B. is nowhere to be found. The lights continue to pulse until the arena lights come back on. Knox turns on the spot, looking for the attack he never would have dreamed would come. And it didn’t.

The lights dip again. The Sirens. The Lyrics. And then… Spotlight and…

Nothing.

Knox shakes his head, suddenly looking disappointed at the prospect that Sebastian hasn’t turned up to face him. The lights in the arena come back on, as on the big screen, shaky camera footage can be seen and the sound of some kind of hullabaloo. We’re backstage, where a small crowd is around hovering around.

To the left of the crowd is Konrad Raab, pointing a gloved hand and shouting expletives at JC who is stood in the midst of the crowd. He turns from Konrad and shouts to the right of the crowd where Travis Pierce packs away with blood on his torn shirt, and a grin on his face.

The camera pans down to find JC stood with a foot either side of a fallen body that’s being worked on by EMT’s that have made it to the scene. As the camera pans, both Pierce and Raab slowly stalk away from the area.

“Is he okay?” Asks JC, as Knox arrives on the scene having bolted from the ring the moment the camera stopped shaking. “Is he okay?!”

“We’re working on him!” Said one of the EMT’s. “Give us space to work!”

The camera finally moves into position to find Sebastian Everett-Bryce out cold on the floor, his head between two slightly parted crates on wheels with blood covering his face.

“I’ll *beep*ing kill them. Where the *beep* did they go?!” Said Knox.

“Knox… Bird” Shouted JC. “Someone needs to find Sloane.”

“Sloane… Right… Sloane…” Said Knox, the anger seemingly fading. “I can’t leave h…”

“I’ll stay. Go and find her. She’ll want to be with him.” Said JC.

“Okay… Okay.” Said Knox, before he lashed out at a packing crate with the swing of his foot. “*BEEP*”

And as the camera focused back on the EMT’s working on Seb, JC stepped away, giving them room to work.

[UGWC Staff]

The arena is buzzing as the ring is set up with a table, two chairs on either side of it, and a packet of papers right in the middle with two pens. Owen Peterson is standing by in the ring with a microphone as we await the competitors.

Vinegar: We are eagerly awaiting the arrival of Dave Ryell and Lucy Wylde who are both about to sign their contract for the World Title match at WrestleStock!

Leiberjosch: I still can’t believe this is main eventing our biggest show of the year. It’s absolute insanity!

Covert Jay: HEY! Cherry boy earned it fair and square!

Leiberjosch: Says you. Travis Pierce came in and took out Sebastian, robbing him of his third Battleground win.

Vinegar: There is no way to even justify that Sebastian would’ve even won that! Dave Rydell worked his tail off and won Battleground to get to this point. And I, for one, am excited to see if he can capitalize on the opportunity.

Leiberjosch: Let’s start being real with ourselves, Nick. He is not an opportunist. He is not one to capitalize on anything. And Lucy Wylde, as much as I hate to admit it, is going to wipe the floor with Dave and he will be kicked back down the mountain he loves to talk about.

Vinegar: Well, time will tell won’t it?

The camera pans up to the tron and stage as “My Will Be A Deadman” blares through the PA system. The crowd cheers as Dave Rydell steps out onto the stage wearing his camo pants and cut off sleeve shirt.

Leiberjosch: He couldn’t even dress for the occasion.

Vinegar: With what’s happened in his time here, I assume he’s just ready for a fight. Worst case scenario planning.

Covert Jay: What, did you want him in a 3 piece suit? Geesh. FANCY RYDELL FOR THE WINNNNN!

Dave saunters down the ramp with a smirk on his face and a driven look in his eyes. He walks up the steps and into the ring. He shoots a glance at Owen before stepping behind his chair at the table, facing the stage area.

Vinegar: This is the second year in a row that Lucy is going to headline WrestleStock. Last year she retained her title against her nemesis, Tempest. Could she be in trouble with Dave this year?

Leiberjosch: Absolutely not. Dave is the guy who will never make it. He’s the guy who will literally kill himself just for a shot and fail, miserably.

Vinegar: He is seemingly competing like a man possessed these days. Making it to the finals of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament. Taking down JC. Winning Battleground in brutal fashion. And despite losing the Co-Operative Titles with Ezra, he’s still pushing forward!

Leiberjosch: That’s because he was brainwashed by the military to do that. No matter what. He’s not going to win.

Vinegar: Well, I hope you’re wrong.

“Undead” by Hollywood Undead hits the loudspeakers and the crowd rises as Lucy Wylde steps out onto the stage, the UGWC World title perched upon her shoulder. She wastes very little time in making her way down towards the ring - slapping the hands of a few cheering fans as she gets to ringside. She stops at the bottom of the stairs, taking a glance up at Dave in the ring - the smile fading from her features as she ascends the steps and enters the ring as the music fades.

Leiberjosch: There she is, confident as ever!

Vinegar: I mean, Lucy Wylde has every reason to be confident, but this match might pose a challenge that she’s not faced before.

Leiberjosch: Please. These two have fought before.

Vinegar: But not for the UGWC’s biggest prize. Dave might think he’s ready to face someone like Lucy, a four time world champion, might I add… for the right to hold the title. Only time will tell if he really is.

Covert Jay: Oh that boy is READY. Mark my words.

Lucy and Dave are standing across each other at the table, the tension can be cut with a knife. Owen picks up his mic.

Owen: Lucy, Dave. This is your contract for your World Title match at WrestleStock. This states the rules of the match. This contract also includes a waiver that must be signed in order to move forward. Please ensure you read everything carefully. As Dave won Battleground to earn the right to fight for the title, and is the challenger at WrestleStock, we will defer to him to sign first.

Without hesitation, Dave grabs the pen and flips to the signature page and signs his name. He immediately slides the contract over to Lucy to sign.

Vinegar: That was a bold move.

Leiberjosch: He didn’t even read it!

Covert Jay: I don’t think he cares what’s in it. He just wants his shot.

Vinegar: When you’ve worked this hard for this long only to keep falling back, this isn’t just a title match for Dave. This is everything. This is 22 years of work, blood, sweat, tears, loss, grief, and everything in between. This is his moment. I’m sure he’d go into this even if it meant he couldn’t use one of his arms.

Leiberjosch: Well, let’s not get carried away. Even a crazy person wouldn’t do that.

Covert Jay: Dave’s kind of a psychopath. In a good and bad way.

Leiberjosch: Point taken…

Lucy eyes Dave up for a few seconds as she reaches down and grabs the pen - Signing the contract without bothering to look at it either. She tosses the pen back down on the table and takes a step back, shrugging her shoulders.

Owen: Now that the contract has been signed, it is official. On the final day of WrestleStock, Dave Rydell will compete with Lucy Wylde for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship!!!

The crowd lets out a massive pop now that the match is official and set in stone. Lucy takes another step back from the table, as if she is about to leave but Dave holds a finger up. He gets handed a mic from ringside and looks right at his opponent.

Dave: Hello, Lucy.

Another huge pop.

Dave: I’m sure you think this is all one big joke. Like you’re on some sort of prank show. You think you’ve got an easy win coming up next week. That’s fine. I don’t care. What I do care about is that World Title. I have yelled that for the entire world to hear. And they’re sick of it. So you know how much I want it. You’ve got what I want. I will not rest until it’s mine.

Dave pauses for a minute while Lucy looks on, her arms crossed over her chest.

Dave: Last year, you gained my respect. We had a common enemy. But then you went and did the same schtick the rest of the locker room does. The insults. The subtle jabs. The social media slams. All of it. I don’t care how much clout you hope you get from degrading and bashing me. Do your worst. Just know, that respect? It’s been long gone since the first slip of the tongue. And next week, you’re going to feel 22 years of frustration, anger, and rage. That World Title is leaving WrestleStock around my waist. And no matter what you do, you will fail. Next week, I need to win. I’m about to get evil and unleash over two decades of hate on you.

Dave pauses once again.

Dave: And while this may be a must win for you as well, you have more to lose than I do. I have nothing to lose here and everything to gain. You know what that makes me? It makes me dangerous. Unpredictable. I will no longer let you or anyone else take this away from me. My time is here and now. And next week, I’m walking out as the new UGWC World Champion.

Dave lowers his mic and stares a hole through Lucy. She takes a moment and grabs the microphone from Owen.

Lucy: Let’s clear one thing up right off the bat, Dave. I don’t need your respect. Your respect is just like the so-called respect of the majority of our peers… It’s fake. But I’m not gonna waste your time and explain that for you to tell me how wrong I am. That’s not what this is about. You want this belt. You want this belt and I’ll be damned if you didn’t go out there and earn your shot at it. Good on you.

She applauds.

Lucy: And if you wanna stand here in front of the UGWC faithful and tell me that you know I think this is a joke of a match, and I don’t take you seriously as a competitor or as a challenger for the world title… You go right on ahead and weave whatever story helps you feel better at night. But at the end of the day, the fact remains that I’m here, and you’re there. You may have earned the opportunity, but you have yet to earn the championship.

She holds the belt up for effect as Dave looks on.

Lucy: I say ‘yet’ because I do believe you’ll become UGWC world champ one day, Dave. But as far as I’m concerned? I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it’s not at Wrestlestock. But not because you’re an ‘easy win’ or because I think you’re some kind of joke. I don’t think you’re a joke. I do believe you’re dangerous. Desperation makes a man more dangerous than people would like to believe. And I know how desperate you are, Dave. So let’s settle this next week, hmm?

She hands the mic back to Owen and takes a few steps forward, nearly coming nose to nose with Dave. She smirks as his eyes rake over the title belt on her shoulder before his eyeline meets hers. The crowd goes crazy as Lucy pats the belt on her shoulder and says something to Dave that the microphones can’t pick up before she turns and leaves the ring. “Undead” blares over the speakers once more as Dave presents a smirk that turns into a maniacal chuckle. Owen looks at Dave confused, then back up at Lucy, who is now standing on the stage, hoisting the World Title overhead.