Synergy #430 Results - April 29, 2024

[UGWC Staff]

Welcome to GlobalTrollz LIVE Synergy Coverage for April 29th, 2024!

Championship Roll Call:
World Heavyweight Champion: Alan Wallace
- Next Defense: In Your Hands vs Fan's Choice
Cross-Hemisphere Champion: Donovan Hastings
- Next Defense: In Your Hands vs Fan's Choice
Cooperative Champions: Lucy Wylde and Sebastian Everett-Bryce
- Next Defense: In Your Hands vs Fan's Choice
Chaos Champion: Ezra Wolf
- Next Defense:TBD vs TBD
Conquest Champion: VACANT
- Next Defense: TBD

Keys to the Kingdom:
Keeper of the Global Challenge Key: Matt Knox
Keeper of the Battleground Key: TBD on June 17
Keeper of the WrestleStock Key: TBD on July 14
Keeper of the Massive Melee Key: TBD on September 30

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Commentary welcomes us with their usual childish bickering.

Cross-Hemisphere Division Match:Tomasso Ferrari v Travis Pierce

Ferarri starts fast, skipping the lock-up to dropkick Pierce in the back, then slings himself through the ropes with a kick to his stomach. He lands and throws a clothesline, but it doesn’t have the desired effect. He says something about Pierce being a “silly mouse,” then drops him to a knee with a kick, DDTs him, runs across the ring, and bulldogs Pierce when he tries to stand up. He rolls Pierce over and attempts a pin, but Pierce kicks out at one. Ferrari leaps up and drops a leg across his throat before he can stand, then a standing cannonball that he rolls through, followed by a standing moonsault. He goes for another pin, but Pierce kicks out at two. He pulls him up and drops him with an Italian legsweep, then goes up and crashes into him with a frog splash. Pierce kicks out again, and Fererri pulls him up, only to be rolled up for a quick two-count.

Ferrari kicks out and comes up swinging wildly, only to be pulled into a reverse atomic drop, a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, and a snap suplex. Ferrari gets back up on wobbly legs and eats a dropkick that slams him into the corner. He stumbles into a double under hook backbreaker. Pierce wrenches his arm back and begins to bombard Ferarri with elbows to the side of his head until Referee Brian Chartreuse pushes him off to check on his woozy opponent. Ferrari insists he can continue and is promptly hit with “Signing Off” for his efforts, but kicks out at two. Pierce follows it with the “Piercing Blow,” but again only gets a two-count.

He pulls Ferrari up for “Signing Off,” but Ferrari slips out, surprises Pierce with a Stunner, and then plants him with “Bangers and Smash” for a shock victory. As Ferrari stands getting his hand raised, Pierce sits up, staring at him in disbelief.

Winner: Tommaso Ferrari
Time: 14:42

~Commercial Break~

We pause for a Public Service Announcement from Trent Steel!!

~Commercial Break~

Singles Match: Sebastian Everett-Bryce v Wrestley McWrestleface

The bell rings and Wrestley charges at Sebastian. He catches him with some “flippy shit,” as Wrestley does. Among those are “flippy shit” moves are a leaping hurricanrana, a standing senton, a standing moonsault, a standing 450, a springboard elbow drop, and finally a flying headbutt. He goes for a quick pin, but Sebastian easily kicks out. Wrestley leaps onto the turnbuckle and lands a missile dropkick that staggers Sebastian but doesn’t take him off his feet. Wrestley connects with “Upside Down,” then goes for “Round and Round.”

He gets a stomach full of knees. Sebastian pulls him up, throws him into the corner, superkicks him, then suplexes him into the ring and kicks him in the side of the head. Before Wrestley can fall, Sebastian DDTs him and runs back into a reverse necksnap. He pulls Wrestley up be his head, sits him on the turnbuckle and lands “The Conquest,” followed by “The Markham Missile.” He locks an almost out on his feet Wrestley into “Nightfall” and gets the win after Wrestley passes out.


Winner: Sebastian Everett-Bryce
Time: 9:46

~Commercial Break~

Chaos Division Match: Gideon Thornfield vs Lucy Wylde v Larry Tact

Lucy Wylde is out first, and she stops at the apron, and reaches under the ring and starts throwing plunder into the ring: chairs, various road signs, garbage cans, kendo sticks, a fire extinguisher, and the ever popular kitchen sink.

Thornfield runs out of the entrance and down to the ring, kendo stick of his own in hand. He slides in and springs at Wylde with a swing, but Wylde ducks and comes back with a shot from her kendo stick in the gut, and here comes Larry Tact! He takes his time getting to the ring, content to watch Wylde beat on Thornfield with the kendo stick.

Tact reaches the ring, waiting for Wylde to turn around and connects with a running high knee into Wylde's face! Tact grabs a stop sign, measures Wylde and he nails her with a huge shot to the head! Out of nowhere, Thornfield springs up with a garbage can lid to the back of Tact's skull! Everyone is down in the ring!

Thornfield gets up first, and gets a speed limit sign, and whacks Tact in the head with it, then lays it on Tact's face and stomps it in! Thornfield goes for a cover, but Wylde shoves Thornfield off! She reaches down and picks up the kitchen sink, and swings it into Thornfield's ribs! Wylde bounces off the ropes, and comes with a flying kitchen sink attack! Thornfield is down in the middle of the ring, and Wylde lays a garbage can on him, then climbs the turnbuckle. She leaps into the air, but Thornfield throws the garbage can into Wylde and knocks her out of the air! Tact is stirring, but Thornfield grabs a chair and dropkicks it into his face! Thornfield covers, and Tact barely kicks out!

Thornfield grabs another garbage can and wedges it into a corner, then picks up Tact. He goes to whip him into the chair, but Tact reverses it and Thornfield hits the garbage can hard! Tact catches him on the rebound, and hits a Tactilizer onto the fire extinguisher! He covers Thornfield and gets the three!

Winner: Larry Tact
Time: 12:53


End Show

[UGWC Staff]

The feed cuts out for a moment while we see the following in the red, white, and blue font appear.



"The following is a paid presentation of the "Superior Taste Super Political Action Comittee..."



The opening cords of "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister starts to play as we fade in on Trent Steel sitting down in a chair starring at the camera. He's wearing a black suit, vest, and tie. Long hair pulled back, clean shaven, no face paint. He sighs for a minute before he starts talking.



"I would like to humbly ask that you not vote for me in this upcoming ridiculous waste of time that UGWC has come up with to try to bambozle you, the fans, with instead of actually coming up with decent wrestling matches. For two weeks I have not been on the program, and as you can see I am apparently the only thing that is on the minds and in the mouths of certain wrestlers that work for this company. I don't know if it is sheer stupidity or laziness that I am dealing with here. I don't want your world title. I don't need your world title. I fucking loathe that you eve have a world title. Now, I know that Al is gonna think that I have a problem facing him. No. Anytime. Anywhere. But I don't want your pathetic belt anywhere near me because it means nothing. It has always meant nothing. Every single champion, although some decent wrestlers, will eventually put that belt at the bottom of the list of accomplishments because it has nothing behind it. It's worthless. Now if you people do decide you want me in this match and I win it. You can expect that I will obliterate that fucking belt if it is handed to me. Now, there are two other men that could be the possible opponent for Al. There is Larry Tact, who I respect, and there is Ezra...who can't get my name out of his fucking mouth. He says something that I find to be truly amusing..."



Trent leans forward and chuckles a bit.



"He says that he's been busting his ass and I'm suddenly at the front of the line. Well, much like you being the only person who cares what Zane Scott fucking thinks, you're out of the loop again kid. This whole time you could have been where I was at, but you focused on a trinket instead of the prize. I hope you learn from this lesson. You see you need a title to be a champion...I walk into this dump and everyone's already crowned me because I am a champion. And as a champion I can tell you every title...even yours...that has the logo of this place is worthless. I'm a douchebag. Yes. But I am the most honest vinegary douchebag that will ever be inserted into your reality.  The brass here treats your hard work with no regard for you. You've been a good little dog. And now, you're on the same level as me. You still see things as wins and losses. He lost a match! He's been beaten! He's lesser than me...No bitch. You aren't on my level. Oh you can beat me in a match, but tell me can you actually beat me? Can you break me? Can you stop me? Are you made of sterner stuff or not? See I hope they vote for you so when Al kicks your ass you won't have me to blame for your failures...so when we take away that excuse what's gonna be your next one? You gonna blame me and Larry for not being in the match? You're rigging the deck of this house of cards to fall and you don't even realize it. On the other hand...taking your little insignificant belt might just make you snap like the fucking child that you are...but I don't want that trinket either. Much like everyone in reality nobody wants you or your stupid belt. Chaos champion...heh...calling me an attention whore when if you aren't mentioned by ONE fucking guy, you throw a hissy fit. Tell me again, whose a champion and whose a good little bitch? Now onto the other side of the coin...everyone voting for Larry would be interesting. One more chance. One more worry. Tell me Larry...were you disappointed I let you have your match and not show up or were you looking everywhere to see me like the boogeyman the world makes me out to be? Do we got another round if they pick Ezra? How are you gonna handle it if they pick me and you get the consolation pup? You worked hard to get that title shot and as far as I am concerned if you want the trinket...take it...win it...earn it...because you have. Like I said to he who doesn't understand basic concepts...I'm a champion. I don't need a fucking belt to make me realize that. I walk into this place like I am superior because I am. This is all beneath me, but damn am I gonna have fun tearing you down Larry...and remember...you wanted this...do you want more?"



Trent reaches over and grabs a can of "Superior Taste" energy soda and opens it. He takes a nice long sip of it and let's out a ahhh.



"So what we have here is a failure to understand basic things. I don't want the title. I have no desire for the title and yet like a gaslit abuse victim UGWC gives me a shot at it, and all I have to do is appeal to the fans. Fuck your fans. Fuck 'em all. They're stupid. They're ignorant of actual good wrestling and chose to be glued onto that show for no reason other than habit, but maybe this is a sign. Maybe there is a little bit of rebellion in the audience. Tell me...do you feel like the program sucks just as much as I say it does? Are you tired of having your intelligence insulted by poor booking and lazy wrestlers who just punch a clock and play a game of trade the tin title around? If you wanna do something about it then go ahead and vote for me because I promise you...if I get ahold of Al and that worthless belt...things will change. And even if you don't vote for me...things are going to change. On my terms. On my decisions. And if you don't like that...Ezra...Larry...Al...or anybody else in the fucking back...get use to it. My will is absolute. My plan will be a success. And you will learn the ultimate rule...even if I lose...I still win...Ahahahhahahaa...So go exercise your right to vote as a fan, and I promise no matter what you do...I'm still gonna win. AHahahahaa...I'm Trent Steel...and I approve this message."



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