Synergy #21 Results - November 1st, 2010

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Welcome one and all to...

Covert Jay: NINJA!!!!

Covert Jay who had been standing atop the announce desk then leaps into his seat with all the grace of a ninja...with cerebal palsy.

Lieberjosch: God damn idiot.

Vinegar: Just another typical UGWC happening so welcome one and all to Synergy.

Lieberjosch: And what a main event we have tonight: the UGWC Championship being contested between Declan Prescott and Devin Hastings.

Vinegar: Before we get to that though we have our opening match between Paul Cockatoo, Enigma and Cynic.

he room darkens, briefly illuminated by bright strobe lighting as “Twisted Transistor” hits. From behind the curtain, out struts Cynic. He stops at the entry way, sneering at the audience from behind his deranged clown-like face paint. He is wearing white painter’s pants (two sizes too big, held up by black suspenders) with black wrestling boots underneath. He also wears a big top hat and long black cape. He storms down the ramp, trying his best to stay out of reach of fans. He sees a fan by the rail with a balloon, and takes a needle from his pocket and bursts it with no remorse. He hops in the ring over the top rope, standing in the center as a Ringmaster would at a circus.

Lieberjosch: Seriously a clown...they're allowing clowns in the wrestling ring. In the glory days of this sport when men were men were biceps the size of pythons this idiots would have been taken round back and neutered.

Vinegar: Cynic shows the diversity of modern day wrestling.

Lieberjosch: Diversity? Well paint me the colours of a fucking rainbow!

Covert Jay: He's no ninja that's for sure.

"Given to fly" by Pearl Jam hits as Enigma appears hanging from the rafters, wearing the CWA world title. As Eddie Vedder sings the line "He's flying", Enigma jumps off as if on queue and soars around the ring due to the fact that he is attached to a guy wire which allows him to gradually soar to a turnbuckle. As soon as he lands, he detaches the wire and allows it to ascend as he unhooks the title from his waist and holds it up for the crowd as cameras start going off everywhere. He then jumps down and rolls his neck before awaiting the start of the match.

Lieberjosch: And now look at this idiot...get to a gym...and get a haircut...and stop wearing your sister striper armbands.

Covert Jay: Still no ninjas!

a Didgeridoo is heard playing in the arena as a shot of some kangaroos bounding off into the sunset is shown on the globotron before the opening Riff for "Beds are burning" by Midnight Oil takes over the P.A. system as "the original Aboriginal" makes his way down to the ring, smiling a big smile showing blindingly white teeth. as he walks down, he high fives a couple of fans, and if he can, manages to take a peek down some hot girls tops. he slides into the ring, and does an air drum solo to the drum solo of beds are burning, before flashing another smile to the crowd.

Vinegar: Well now all three men are in the ring and this thing can get under way.

Lieberjosch: None of these 'men' even look like a wrestler...we shouldn't even advertise it as a wrestling match.

Vinegar: Cynic charges in and takes Enigma down with a clothesline, smart strategy there as he's facing two people who are good friends. Now he and Paul are trading lefts and rights...

Lieberjosch: Really we should advertise this match as a...as a...circus display at best, its just for kids amusement.

Covert Jay: He thinks he's a ninja!

Vinegar: Well that was done with a ninja like stealth. Just as Cynic had gotten the upper hand over Paul, Enigma had got back to his feet and snuck up behind the clown with a vicious German suplex.

Lieberjosch: I've seen better German suplex's from a woman.

Vinegar: Cynic rolls out of the ring leaving the two Aussie Rebels to stare each other down...they shake hands and lock up with a collar and elbow hold...

Covert Jay: NIIIIIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Lieberjosch: That clown just leapt of the top rope and bulldogged both men into the ground!

Vinegar: Amazing move from Cynic there and now trying the pin of Enigma.

Owen Peterson: 1...2...

Vinegar: he kicks out but Cynic immediately covers Paul.

Owen Peterson: 1...2...

Vinegar: He kicks out as well and snap suplexs Enigma back down to the canvas now going for the same on Paul Cockatoo as well, but he blocks it and hits a suplex of his own before then tossing Cynic out of the ring. Enigma back to his feet and the two shake hands before Paul with a headlock take down but immediately back to his feet where he waits for Enigma and takes him down with a powerslam.

Owen Peterson: 1...2...

Lieberjosch: Why do they kick out?

Vinegar: Paul now locking in a Boston crab on Enigma...what do you mean why?

Lieberjosch: Well only wrestlers, true wrestlers should be trying to pi none another...we shouldn't even have a referee out here for this circus grade attraction.

Covert Jay: We need a ninja referee.

Vinegar: Meanwhile in the ring Enigma has broken the submission hold by getting to the ropes, Paul gets him to his feet and Irish whips him across the ring but Enigma hits a big cross body taking him down. The Englishman now climbing to the top rope and stalking Paul...he comes off the top...and crashes and burns on that cross body attempt.

Lieberjosch: That's what happens when a fruitcake tries to be a wrestler.

Covert Jay: Change for a ninja attack here.

Vinegar: Cynic has just climbed onto the ring apron and he seems to be stalking his opponents who both get up at the same time...he springboards off the ropes...Paul ducks out of the way and Enigma gets taken down by the Chuckle buster (over castle) Cynic scrambles back to his feet and goes for a running clothesline on Paul but he ducks that and then clotheslines the clown over the top rope and back out of the ring.

Lieberjosch: Now he's climbing to the top rope!!

Vinegar: And he comes off with a big time elbow drop and rolls into the pin.

Owen Peterson: 1...2...3!

Lieberjosch: Mercifully this one is over.

Dennis: Here is your winner: PAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUL COCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Vinegar: So Mitchell is here then.

Dennis: Shut up Nicholas I was finishing my latte earlier...you could have announced them for me fat boy.

Lieberjosch: O yeah a good old fashioned commentator v ring announcer battle.

Covert Jay: UGWC need a ninja...my expertise is going to waste!

Vinegar: Ignoring all that, congratulations to Paul Cockatoo the new number one contender for the Chaos Championship.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Backstage, we go to the locker room of Freak Show Central, where Phrixus Deimos looks up suddenly as the door creaks open. Immediately he rises to a defensive stance as Jet Somers enters the room.

Deimos: What the hell are you doing here?

Somers: Calm down, Fear. We need to talk.

Deimos: I think we said all we needed to at Revolution.

Jet nods, but doesn't lose the look of determination on his face.

Somers: Even so. Something has to be done.

Deimos: What are you talking about?

Somers: Hastings, Roberts, Prescott... is it just me, or has this been their game pretty much since Prescott returned?

Phrixus relaxes a bit, considering Jet's words.

Deimos: Go on.

Somers: I really thought Hastings had something planned for me, whether good or bad. I thought there was a method to his madness when he picked me to become his partner for the Cooperative Championship.

Fear smiles.

Deimos: Took you long enough. Congratulations, Somers, you can finally see what was obvious to the rest of us.

Somers: Travis Roberts and the rest of the Twisted camp, Alex and I... you know, Hastings has too much going for him, too many allies on his side. He needs a few more enemies.

Deimos: Considering turning on your shot caller? I'm shocked, boy scout.

Deimos doesn't look surprised at all.

Somers: Not exactly.

Deimos: If you're looking for a partner, mine's been waiting to beat you with his mallet.

Somers: Again, not exactly.

Deimos: My patience grows thin, Somers...

Somers: A truce.

Deimos: Really... and the point of it?

Somers: With so many allies, those of us who could bring Prescott and Hastings down have too much on their plates. I was too busy running errands for Hastings to focus on Battleground, and Roberts capitalized on it for him. You have been too busy dealing with me, the return of your friends, and suddenly competing in the Cooperative Division. What they've done, effectively, is load us down with false options, goals, and above all, distractions, while they've led each other down a glorified path. And to hear Roberts talk, they're all happy as long as either Prescott or Hastings are on top, doesn't matter who, and they can continue trading the strap back and forth ad infinitum until we all get sick of it. Well... I'm sick of it.

Deimos: You suggest we're both a distraction that the other doesn't need.

Somers: Basically.

Deimos: And how do I know you won't be back to gnawing at the bone the moment my guard is down?

Somers: I suggest an agreement. Should I be the one to take down the champion, whoever it may be, first crack at the prize goes to you...

Deimos: ... and when I beat you to the punch, you want me to do the same for you?

Somers: That's it.

Deimos: I'll think about it, Wild Card.

Somers nods, then exits.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We continue on here on Synergy with a six person Cooperative Match!

A silhouette resembling Jet Somers appears in the distance of the hallway, walking toward the screen. A distorted and distant Mark Collie wails: 'In time, your time will be no more...,' and the vertical control suddenly flips out as Nonpoint's "Everybody Down" hits hard and Jet runs out from behind the curtain. He runs to the edge of the stage and pumps his fist in the air a few times. At 'And when I stomp you' Jet sprints down the ramp, slapping hands in the crowd as he goes, running to leap onto the apron of the ring. He grabs the rope with one hand and pumps the other fist in the air on each 'Everybody Down!' chant of the chorus. Jet finally steps in, unstraps the Chaos Championship and hands it to the official. He begins bouncing on the balls of his feet and throwing shadow punches to warm up.

Dennis: The following contest is a six person Cooperative Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the Wild Card, JET SOMMMMMMERRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!

Vinegar: Earlier tonight we saw a truce being called between Jet Somers and Phrixus Deimos, putting on what may be a temporary at best halt on the hostilities that have been on-going between them for the past several months.

Lieberjosch: Which brings us to what may well be the most compelling part of this match, as those two will be on opposing sides of this match.

“Teahouse” begins to play, and Alex Kiseragi walks out to the top of the ramp where he throws two right roundhouse kicks, each accompanied by a small pyro, followed by a split legged backflip with a larger pyro. He walks down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands as he passes. As he approaches the ring he takes a few quick steps and jumps through the first and second ropes into a roll and up to his feet. He climbs a random turnbuckle and poses for a second before backflipping off.

Dennis: His cooperative partner, ALEX KISSSSSSSERRRRRRRAGIII!!!!!

Covert Jay: DRAAAAAAGONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

The lights dim to a near black out, then suddenly explosions appear, as Medos walks out to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin. The crowd cheer wildly as Medos slides into the ring starting to prepare himself.

Dennis: Their partner, MEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!!

Vinegar: The three members of this team tonight were all opponents two weeks ago in Battleground, combined with this new alliance between Somers and Deimos, there could be quite a lot of friction in this match.

Lieberjosch: I don’t know that I would say alliance, it felt to me more like an agreed upon mutual tolerance.

"Shout 2000" hits over the PA system as John Russo and Sierra Steel appear from behind the curtain. Sierra gives John a smile, which sets him off running down the ramp and he ends up sliding into the ring under. As John poses in the ring and plays to the crowd, Sierra makes her way down to ringside. John looks over at Sierra standing over at ringside before smiling and yelling out to the crowd, "Shout!"

Dennis: And their opponents, introducing first, JOHN RUUUUUUUSSSOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: John Russo lost the Cross-Hemisphere Championship at Battleground to Andy Savana.

Lieberjosch: We’ll see tonight how Russo responds to the loss, if he is able to regroup and start the road back.

“When They Come For Me” hits, and as the music plays, Deimos and Fernandez come out to the stage, Fernandez with the Mallet of Doom ™ slung over his shoulders. Fernandez shouts into the crowd and circles around Deimos as Deimos is more focused on the ring on their walk down the ramp. Deimos enters the ring and Fernandez stands on the apron, thrusting the Mallet into the air as red, white, and blue pyros explode around the ring.

Dennis: And his partners, Alan Fernandez and Phrixus Deimos, FREAK SHOW CENNNNNNTTRRRRALLLLLL!!!!!

Vinegar: Deimos staring across the ring at Somers, it is Somers that will start the match for his team, Deimos and Russo stepping out, looks like Fernandez will be starting the match as well.

Lieberjosch: Deimos may have agreed to a truce with Somers, but his partner has done no such thing, and there is a lot of bad blood there.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Hazel East calling for the bell, getting us underway, we’ve got a double elbow tie-up, arm drag takedown by Fernandez.

Lieberjosch: And a dropkick to the back of the head!

Vinegar: Fernandez pulling Somers to his team’s corner, looking to Deimos for a tag, but Deimos appears disinterested in it.

Lieberjosch: Deimos took his hands off the ropes and has his arms at his sides, he’s not going to tag in against Somers.

Covert Jay: Fear is of an honorable sort, he won’t break his word once it’s given, although he has been known to find his way around it.

Vinegar: Russo takes the tag instead, Fernandez holding Somers in place as Russo comes in and delivers a kick to the gut.

Lieberjosch: This truce that they have against TWiSTeD is a perfect example of how Deimos and Somers are the embodiment of the anti-TWiSTeD.

Covert Jay: STRaiGHTeNeD?

Lieberjosch: If Donovan Hastings were to win the World Heavyweight Championship later tonight and had to defend the title against Travis Roberts at Horizons, you would see those two tear each other asunder, and they would help each other pick up the pieces the next day.

Vinegar: That may well come to pass, in the meantime Russo going for a running bulldog, but Somers plants and shoves him away, and Russo runs right into the turnbuckle!

Lieberjosch: And Somers takes him down from behind with the Suicide Pull, transitions right into the Ground and Pound!

Vinegar: Repeated blows, a devastating series of punches and elbows, and now he tags out to Alex Kiseragi, who springs right onto the turnbuckle, leaps off and hits a moonsault!

Covert Jay: The Dragon flies!

Vinegar: Hooks the leg!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Russo kicks out!

Lieberjosch: And now John Russo needs to make a tag to one of his partners.

Vinegar: Russo crawling towards the corner, Kiseragi has him by the leg, but Russo twists and hits an enziguri kick!

Lieberjosch: And he makes a much needed tag to Phrixus Deimos!

Vinegar: Deimos rushes in, Kiseragi ducks a clothesline, counters with a shuffle side kick.

Lieberjosch: Deimos sidesteps it, counters with a kick of his own, but Kiseragi catches the leg, dragon screw takedown!

Covert Jay: DRAGONNNNN!!!!!

Vinegar: Deimos kicks Kiseragi away, Kiseragi springboards, roundhouse kick, Deimos ducks it!

Covert Jay: Fear off the ropes, Dragon vaults him!

Vinegar: Kiseragi hits the ropes himself, and a double clothesline!

Lieberjosch: The advantage will go to whoever makes a tag first!

Vinegar: Both men crawling, it’s Kiseragi that is going to reach his side first!

Lieberjosch: Somers isn’t taking the tag!

Vinegar: Medos does instead, and a moment later Russo does the same!

Lieberjosch: But Russo may not yet be fully recovered, as Medos knocks him down with Transatlantic Trouble!

Vinegar: Covers!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Fernandez breaks up the cover!

Lieberjosch: And Kiseragi coming in after him!

Vinegar: Kiseragi drives Fernandez back with right hands, clotheslines him over the top rope!

Lieberjosch: Medos pulling Russo back up, but Russo surprises him with a kick to the chest!

Covert Jay: Stunning Victory!

Vinegar: Cover!





ONE!!!!!





Vinegar: Somers coming into the ring!





TWO!!!!!





Lieberjosch: Deimos is standing between him and the pin, he’s got his back to Jet!





THREE!!!!!

Dennis: Here are your winners, Freak Show Central and John Ruuuuuuusssoooo!!!!!!

Vinegar: Jet Somers had the opportunity to break up the pin, but he might have had to blindside Deimos to do it, and Somers chose to stand back and let it happen!

Lieberjosch: And again we see the inferiority to TWiSTeD, this ridiculous alliance just cost Jet Somers a match by his own decision!

Vinegar: It’s far from the last decision to be made tonight, we’ll be hearing later from Travis Roberts about who he will face at Horizons, don’t go anywhere, stay right here with Synergy!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

“You’re the Best.. AROUND.”

Jay: NINJA!

Marek makes his way out onto the ramp dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He walks straight to the ring and demands a microphone as he climbs up the steps. The ring announcer hands over his before exiting the ring.

Marek: Cut the music. Shut the hell up!

Vinegar: He seems all business tonight.

Jay: He just feels left out. It's what he gets for being a false idol.

Marek: First, I have to spend my entire match at Battlegrounds listening to some idiot make jokes. THEN, I get left off the card even and the 2 guys I outlasted get put into matches. Alex, you know I’m better than you and I already proved it once. And Medos, your name doesn’t even belong in the same sentence as mine.

Jay: Lame.. we’ve all heard this--

Covert Jay is interrupted by Marek who has now turned his attention to the announce table.

Marek: Shut the hell up! This is all your fault! Because of you, I couldn’t focus at Battlegrounds and I lost the match.

Jay: My fault? This ninja is retarded.

Marek: I didn’t hear you correctly, Jay. How about you get in the ring?

Jay shrugs and rises to his feet.

Vinegar: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Jay: I can handle myself. Relax.

Covert Jay takes his headset and climbs the stairs into the ring.

Jay: What’s your problem, ninja?

Lieberjosch: How is it I still hear him in my headset?

Jay: That's my Ninja RedTooth that I keep in my mask.

Lieberjosch: What, the towel?

Marek smiles before backhanding Jay and grabbing him by the collar, pushing him into the turnbuckle.

Marek: For the last time, shut the hell up! You don’t belong in this ring, let alone this company. You’re pathetic. Your little quips about dragons and all that nonsense will not happen again.

He let’s Covert Jay go, only to backhand him again, knocking Jay to the ground. He grabs his collar and puts a knee into his chest, leaning close to Jay’s face.

Marek: I really hope I am making myself clear.

Marek gets to his feet, but the ring is suddenly enveloped in a thick smoke, and as it dissipates, Covert Jay is gone.

Lieberjosch: Where did he go? This was just getting good.

Jay: You'd leave the ring too if you were being beaten by a false dragon god.

Lieberjosch: What in-

Jay: Ninja RedTooth.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

“Land of Hope and Glory” plays as the Cooperative Champs, The Royal First Battalion come out.

Announcer: From London, England, The Cooperative Champions! WEIGHING IN AT 465 pounds! THE ROYAL FIRST BATTALION!

Vinegar: These two are still champs after Battlegrounds and I for one am not exactly impressed.

Covert Jay: I take it then that you support Ezekiel and Savana who’s challenging them?

Vinegar: Something like that.

Covert Jay: I don’t support success I support failure. Titanic was an excellent movie because Jack died. Had he survived I would’ve called shenanigans.

Lieberjosch: You two’s conversations lead me to believe that the only way this moment in history could get any worse is if Savana and Ezekiel became double champs.

“Chorus of Angels” by Haste the Day plays and Ezekiel makes his way out.

Announcer: One half of the challengers from LA, California. EZEKIEL!

Lieberjosch: To be completely honest, if Ezekiel and Savana did win the belts they wouldn’t be double champions. They’d be Champions and a half as the Chaos and the Cross-Hemisphere barely constitute titles.

Vinegar: Your opinion of the titles sounding so negative could hardly be helpful.

Covert Jay: I have legit reason to believe that either Ezekiel or Savana will cost each other the titles. Logic defies championships in general to these two. Let alone half more.

“Bullet with Butterfly Wings” plays by Smashing Pumpkins and Savana is out next.

Vinegar: Oh no! No time for introductions because the R1B have already attacked Ezekiel from behind and are stomping away!

Savana runs to the ring to help fight them off and the bell rings.

Covert Jay: If half of the sports in the world had referees as good as those in wrestling things would be much more interesting.

Lieberjosch: Your support of inadequate referees is the reason this sport is the way it is.

Cover Jay: Interesting-I know. I already said that.

Vinegar: Savana and Duncan start off the official part of the match and Duncan gets the early lead with a boot to Savana’s gut and an elbow to the back of the head.

Covert Jay: History might not repeat itself here and Savana could end up losing.

Lieberjosch: Again. Losing again. Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve already bet on it.

Vinegar: Duncan with the hammer lock and he just lifted up Savana and slammed him stomach first onto the mat.

Covert Jay: Did you bet on this being a squash Doc?

Lieberjosch: At this point in time I kind of have to keep the betting general. Though it would seem that would’ve been a good idea.

Vinegar: It may be me but Savana seems a bit drained and not even trying to fight back. Duncan further proves my point and throws him into his teams corner.

Covert Jay: Ezekiel for one point or another trying to help out but the referee, as usual, is distracted and an elbow from Blake to the back of Savana’s head.

Vinegar: Followed up with a monkey toss across the ring.

Covert Jay: NINJA!

Vinegar: Correct! Ezekiel just springboarded over the ref and connected with a drop kick to Duncan’s chest!

Liebrjosch: A DQ would be acceptable here at this moment.

Vinegar: Blake in and a hurricarana sends him out of the ring. The referee is threatening a DQ and Savana pushing Ezekiel out of the ring.

Cover Jay: This isn’t good.

Vinegar: Duncan takes advantage and Blake already for THE HIT! Savana is out of it. Blake is out of the ring and Duncan covers!

Referee:

One!

Two!

Three!

Covert Jay: These two working so horribly together that they managed to lose in about two minutes!

Vinegar: R1B gets their titles and leave as Savana is barely recovering. Ezekiel seems a bit erked and Savana has just pushed him into the corner!

Savana: This is your fault!

Vinegar: Savana might feel that Ezekiels tenacious self was too much and cost them the match.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We continue on with the action, here on Synergy!

“You Know My Name” hits the speakers. 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.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the host of The Piercing Truth, TRAVIS PIEEEEERRRRRRCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!

Vinegar: Pierce’s guest this week was none other that the person that is about to be his opponent here tonight.

Covert Jay: Did I detect perhaps a bit of chemistry there?

Lieberjosch: You might have detected the stench of alcohol.

"The best excuse in the World...to join the party" is spoken over the PA, and the crowd immediately erupt into a deafening chorus of cheers. The arena plunges to darkness as aggressive riff of "Dirty World" by Dope slams over the PA system, sending shock waves through the speakers almost muting the noise from the crowd. Flickering lights of lime green flash around the dark, wide open space as the floor beneath the crowds feet trembles with the music. A thick layer of green fog slithers down the entrance ramp, creeping into the ring and lingering heavily in the air. As images of The One and Only Poison flash on the titan tron, she parts the black curtain and strides confidently onto the ramp. Her eyes burn with intensity and hate, her body pounding with adrenaline and her blood lust on her mind as she makes her way down to the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope.

Dennis: And his opponent, the Glamorous Little Gutter Slut, POIIIIISOOOONNNN!!!!!

Covert Jay: Quite an introduction.

DING DING!

Vinegar: One Taste Poison and Travis Pierce grapple for position, and Pierce takes control and whips Poison across the ring. Poison bounces off the ropes and Pierce buries his knee into his chest, and Poison rolls over it to the mat.

Lieberjosch: Poison tries to get right up, but Pierce grabs him from behind for a side suplex.

Covert Jay: NinjaFloat into the cover!





ONE!!!!!





Vinegar: Poison kicks out right away.

Lieberjosch: One Taste Poison may be new to UGWC, but Pierce recognizes that she isn’t to be trifled with, trying to put her away quickly.

Vinegar: Pierce wrenches Poison into a hammerlock, but Poison reverses it and goes for a suplex, and Pierce floats out and lands on his feet.

Lieberjosch: Poison turns around and Pierce swings for a clothesline, but Poison ducks it.

Vinegar: Poison reaches back for a neckbreaker, but Pierce elbows her away.

Lieberjosch: Quick recovery by Poison, as she turns around quickly and kicks Pierce in the chest, and hits a cobra clutch suplex.

Vinegar: Poison goes for the cover.





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Pierce shoves her off, gets to his feet, Poison whips him off the ropes and hits a fireman’s carry, but Pierce lands on his feet.

Lieberjosch: Pierce spins around, but Poison catches him with a throat thrust, then pulls him into a T-Bone suplex.

Vinegar: Hooks the leg!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Pierce kicks out!

Lieberjosch: But Poison has the right idea, keeping the pressure on!

Vinegar: Poison pulls Pierce up and hits a front suplex, then steps over him and goes to put him into Venom, but Pierce elbows her away.

Cm: Pierce gets to his feet and Poison charges…

Covert Jay: THE TRUTH HURTS!

Vinegar: Out of nowhere, Pierce counters and connects with The Truth Hurts! He drops onto Poison!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





THREE!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, Travis Pierce!

Vinegar: Poison looked to be completely dominating Travis Pierce, but he catches her by surprise with his finisher, and takes the match!

Lieberjosch: The Truth Hurts is a devastating maneuver, you always have to be cautious of it, Pierce pulls it out there, narrowly escapes with the victory!

Vinegar: But who will be victorious in our main event, for the World Heavyweight Championship? Who will Travis Roberts face at Horizons? Don’t go anywhere, it’s…

Covert Jay: NEXT!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: I am informed that we are not going to see the Main Event as expected this very moment, instead, we're apparently going to hear from the Consortium.

Covert Jay: Why do they need to tell you, why not just come out?

Vinegar: Well, we need to fill the air whilst they get themselves down here.

Covert Jay: You mean they didn't leave enough time to get here and not ruin the flow of the show?

Vinegar: It seems that way.

Lieberjosch: I'm not sure why it surprises you Jay, surely you've realised this company's management is utterly incompetent, many others have, and even remarked as such.

“Damage Inc”

Vinegar: It didn't take that long. And now head of UGWC Human Resources is making his way to the ring, microphone in one hand, and his trusty baseball bat Louis in the other. He climbs in the ring a looks around. The fans aren't too happy that he's out here delaying the World Title matchup though.

Ooley: We'll get Donut and Decibel out here before the lights go out, but Louis and I have some pressing HR shit to attend to first, so keep your fucking pants on for two seconds. Now would Non Chat Show Trevor be kind enough to come out here for a moment.

Vinegar: Trevor?

Covert Jay: Seriously you haven't got that yet.

Ooley: We haven't got all night, and god help you if me and Louis have to come back their and drag you out by your dank hippy hair, Ole' Bob does NOT like having his patience tested.

Vinegar: Hippy hair? Is he talking about Travis Roberts?

Covert Jay: Your ninja skills are fucking dreadful, to the point of being dangerous to your own health.

Ooley: Don't think Ole'Bob doesn't have the authority to strip you of your Battleground victory and hand it to that Godly fellow in an attempt to get him and Unholy Poop back in the fold! Ole' Bob'll do it don't you go thinking he won't, you fucking vacant stoner with delusions of grandeur and importance...

Covert Jay: He would you know, he's crazy like that.

“Bummer”

Vinegar: And just as Robert Ooley begins to go a bright shade of red and looks as though he is literally going to turn green, tear his shirt, but miraculously still fit into the waist of his trouser, and go stampeding backstage, Travis Roberts comes out onto the stage with a microphone...

Travis: Woah dude! Getting that riled up can only cause you major problems in the future, are you already watching your cholesterol? Because if not 'The Blessed One' highly recommends you begin. Travis Roberts was just sitting backstage when he heard your petulant display of power, and you happened to mention the winner of The Battleground Match, and he figured you wanted to speak with 'The Headliner'.

Ooley: Well thank that Travis fellow for me, at least he's not smoked out beyond hope. Now Trevor, The Consortium...

Travis: Travis...

Ooley: Yes, yes, I'll speak to him later and thank him personally if you point me in his direction. Now given the unique circumstances that occurred during the World Title match that preceded your victory at Battleground, it has lead to The Consortium feeling your decision leaves you with too much power in the run up to Horizons. If your friend were to win, you could easily choose for him to either face yourself, who would then lie down for him, or even choose a lesser competitor, one who would not be worthy of such a shot. In short, we do not trust you to make a decision without it being part of an elaborate scheme, so we feel, for the prestige of Horizons to be kept intact, you MUST make your decision now, before the Main Event has begun.

Travis: You rehearsed that didn't you...

Covert Jay: Yeah he did?

Travis: Firstly the insinuation that 'The Blessed One' would lay down for Donovan Hastings is absurd. Travis Roberts has always been dedicated to doing what he can to uphold the integrity of the focus title of whichever company he has been a part of. Such an act would obviously tarnish the UGWC World Title more than even Phrixus Deimos' reign.

Travis: Secondly you cannot demand that Travis Roberts do anything. He can make his choice whenever he damn well pleases.

Ooley: And I'm sure whatever decision Travis makes will be the right one for him, but we're not talking about Travis, we're talking about you Trevor. It may have been the case that in Global Impact Wrestling they allowed the winner of Battleground to make their choice at their own discretion, thats not how it works here in UGWC. If you read the small print in your Battleground Winner Contract, you have seen that the UGWC Human Resources department reserved the right to accompany it's current enforcer, Louis, to reclaim said contract if your actions were deemed by the head of HR, Ole' Bob, to contravene the peaceful running of the company for all it's Entertainment Professionals and off camera talent.

Travis: And?

Ooley: And you've given Ole' Bob a headache these past few minutes alone, contravening the peaceful running of the company. So make your pick, or I'll give it to that Sedative Chick that came so close to beating the other Trevor earlier.

Vinegar: Travis looking around the stage for a few moments, down at his feet, and then up to the skies.

Travis: You want 'The Headliner' to make that decision now?

Ooley: No, I want you to.

Travis: Like right now?

Ooley: Right now.

Travis: Without any time to think about it...

Ooley: You've had two weeks to consider the possibilities.

Travis: Yeah, it's just as Travis Roberts expected, this has been eating you, Moss and Dexter up ever since we left Miami hasn't it? It's quite amusing actually, and at the same time rather sad, much like watching a three legged dog try and lick it's own balls. You have all actually been worried about what 'The Blessed One' might do? As if their was ever any doubt, any semi functioning toddler could see how obvious it is., yet the three men who hold the power in UGWC can't see it.

Ooley: You want to face the World Champion? Whoever it may be?

Travis: Swing and a miss. There was only ever one match Travis Roberts could have at Horizons if he had the choice, that decision was made back in July. 'The Blessed One' officially states in is his intention, to bring 2010 to an end, by beating Declan Prescott...in a Vigilante Match!

Covert Jay: The Vigilante Match comes to UGWC.

Vinegar: And I guess we shouldn't be surprised, Travis Roberts wants Declan Prescott whether or not he retains the World Heavyweight Championship tonight!

Ooley: I'll see what I can do for Travis, but what do you want?

Vinegar: Mitchell Dennis has just explained to Ooley that 'The Headliner' only ever refers to himself in the third person.

Ooley: That doesn't explain why he doesn't know his own name though?

Vinegar: Ooley making his way backstage, and he gives Travis a very confused and pitying look as he passes him. The Blessed One however remains on the stage, it seems he wants to be in close proximity to the Main Event.

Covert Jay: Which really is NEXT! We're not lying this time.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

“Ripper”

Dennis: the Next match is Scheduled for One Fall, and is a No Diqualifications Match for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, from Greenwich, DOOOOOOONNNOOOOOVVVVAAAANNN HAAAASSSTTTTIIIIIINNGSSS!!!

Vinegar: The Lord Chief steps out onto the stage and is greeted by his TWiSTeD Comrade in arms, and together they make their way down to the ring. This does not bode well for Declan Prescott.

Lieberjosch: Why not he's got Andy Savana...oh wait, I see your point. But I beg to differ anyway, I think it is Donovan who should be more worried.

Vinegar: Of Andy Savana?

Lieberjosch: Of course not, of Travis Roberts. He could clearly ensure that he gets the chance to get a shot at the World heavyyweight Championship AND Declan Prescott at Horizons. Why else would he be here? To ensure he DOESN'T face the World Champion? That's just stupid.

Vinegar: I hadn't considered that, but I just don't see it happening.

“Dreaming Wide Awake”

Dennis: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia....DEEEECCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNN PPPRRREEESSCCOOOOTTT!!!

Vinegar: For anyone who missed Battleground and is wondering why neither man has been announced the World Heavyweight Champion, the triple threat match between these two men and Phrixus Deimos was ruled a draw when both men pinned the man once known as Fear at the same instant. It was decided a rematch between the two victors would occur this week, and despite Declan Prescott still officially being the World Heavyweight Champion, The Consortium have ruled that this match is actually a continuation of the last with one less opponent, a new set of rules and a two week time out.

Covert jay: You clearly just made that up because we haven't actually had any clarity on what the result at battleground actually meant.

Vinegar: I'm not.

Covert Jay: Don't be offended, it was a good piece of BS, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if the Consortium jumped on it and announced it as their official line on the event.

Vinegar: It is the official line.

Covert Jay: You work it Nick.

Lieberjosch: Declan walks halfway down towards the ring, his eyes seeming kinda sunken, he's just looking at the ring, but he doesn't seem to be particularly focused on it.

"Everybody Down"

Covert Jay: NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAAAAA!

Vinegar: The fans back on their feet as Jet Somers arrives to throw his two cents in!

Lieberjosch: When is he going to learn this is obviously not his scene?

Vinegar: Jet stopping at the top of the ramp with a microphone.

Somers: How nicely this worked out for you both. Now we get to see the same old same old pair contest the championship again, with good ol' Travis Roberts in the mix for Horizons. It's like watching reruns, I swear to God. But you forgot all about the recurring characters! This supporting actor is about to get a raise, though, because I'm about to make sure my role becomes a starring one! Prescott, I've only just begun with you, pal, but Hastings, I'm about sick of being your errand boy and getting nothing for it, doing all the work while Tyvola's little buddy there gets all the glory. So the next time you cook up one of your entertaining little side schemes, and you're looking for the comic relief, well, do us both a favor and just lose my number. At best, the only time you need to be looking for me is when you're looking over your shoulder.

Lieberjosch: Crazy Opie giving a warning to The Lord Chief!

Vinegar: Hastings in the ring simply smiles at Jet, and makes a gesture which indicates washing his hands of him!

"Phucking Phreak"

Vinegar: Here comes The Embodiment of Fear!

Lieberjosch: I can't believe my eyes! Deimos simply walking up to stand beside Jet, his arms crossed, staring down the UGWC Champion... er Champions!

Vinegar: Like the exclamation mark at the end of Jet's threat, Fear has let us know he's not done with Prescott and Hastings either.

Covert Jay: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Lieberjosch: Let's don't lose our heads, now. You saw the exchange backstage earlier, it's a truce, not an alliance.

Vinegar: With nothing more needing to be said, Deimos and Somers turn and exit together!

Lieberjosch: Now Declan breaks into a sprint, but his face barely registers any emotion.

Vinegar: He slides into the ring, gets to his feet and runs full pelt at Hastings...

Lieberjosch: who just bends and tosses him over the top rope tot he outside, as Glenn burke announces the match to be underway...

Vinegar: Hastings now quickly turns and launches himself over the top rope towards the prone body of Declan Prescott.

Lieberjosch: Declan manages to move, and it's The Lord Chiefs turn to have his face planted into the arena floor.

Vinegar: Both men get to their feet, Prescott with the aid of the Guard Rail, and Donovan clambers up on the ring covering.

Lieberjosch: Prescott still looking relatively vacant, he looks like he's going through the motions as he charges at Hastings, but Hastings sidesteps and grabs him for a DDT...

Vinegar: But The Darkest Light blocks it by hooking a leg...FISHERMAN BUSTER! MY INCONTINENT AUNT MARY! I didn't expect things so get so brutal so soon..

Lieberjosch: Declan gets to his feet as Donovan rolls around clutching his head, he could well be concussed..

Vinegar: There is not a lot of protection out their, those mat's you see aren't designed for someone to have their head drilled into.

Lieberjosch: Declan drags Hastings up and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle post, but Hastings manages to reverse it at the last moment and manages to slam Declan face first into the steel with a desperation move...

Vinegar: And he quickly grabs a dazed Declan around the waist... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

Covert Jay: NIIIIIINJA! Prescott lands on his feet!

Lieberjosch: He is a little unsteady, but upright, yet he doesn't seem very impressed with his own agility...

Vinegar: Hastings not yet aware Declan is on his feet, and spends more time clutching his own head, which is still feeling the effects of the Fishermans Buster.

Lieberjosch: Declan just goes up behind him, grabs him by the shoulders, and slams him back first into the guard rail, and then begins to lay his feet into him.

Vinegar: This is a bit of an unorthodox style for Declan, but your suggesting he is out of character, he could just have decided a different approach was needed for a No Disqualification match...

Lieberjosch: I'm not suggesting anything, he just seems distant to me...

Vinegar: he looks a little more distant to Donovan Hastings as leans against the guard barrier and Declan jumps onto the canvas, but I;m pretty sure he's about to get close again...and he leaps...

Lieberjosch: WOAH!

Vinegar: THAT IS PUTTING YOUR BODY ON THE LINE!

Lieberjosch: As Declan lept of the Canvas he saw Donovan rise to his feet, and caught him with a flying huricanrana, and then using his momentum managed to turn and throw them both over the guard barrier, and into one of the most obese women you have ever seen, who inadvertently spills Ice Cream down her PPW Logo T-Shirt, well I say Logo, it's more of s semi-Logo. It's not actually finished yet, but once they get time to finish the design they'll no doubt let you know.

Vinegar: Both men are now sprawled out in the audience. Travis Roberts has been conspicuous by his absence so far.

Covert Jay: Last time he got too involved in a Declan Prescott match he got himself Ricardoed. He's probably playing the odds.

Lieberjosch: Both men climbing to their feet, but are separated by the huge mountain of a woman, who sits, piling her face with some popcorn she had tucked away down some crevice or other, and looks from left to right at the two bruised faces in awe.

Vinegar: She may be a big girl, but she paid for her ticket and doesn't deserve this...

Lieberjosch: Hastings decides to climb the mountain, and scrambles onto her shoulders, grabs the slur-pee she has in her right hand and throws it in Declan's face, and then launches off and hits a rolling neckbreaker...

Vinegar: Hastings now with some adrenalin throws Declan back over the guard barrier, he then plucks a small child from their chair and plonks him on his father knee, hurling the chair over the barrier and it lands vertically on Prescott's rib cage.

Lieberjosch: Hastings over the barrier and he goes to pick the chair up off of Declan's body, but the Darkest light throws it up at him...

Vinegar: Hastings catches, but as he does, Declan tucks his legs to his body, and just as Donovan makes the catch he quickly extends his legs into the chair, and in turn smashes it into The Lords face.

Lieberjosch: Donovan flies backwards and smashes his head on the guard rail. His forehead is busted open...and he reaches onto the base of his skull, and his hand reveals more blood. Busted open twice in one move.

Vinegar: Declan scoops him up before slamming him into the rign post, and then tossing him into the ring.

Lieberjosch: And Travis is just looking on.

Covert Jay: You clearly underestimate the power of Ricardo, even from beyond the grave I wouldn't be at ringside if there was even the smallest chance that it could offend Ricardo.

Vinegar: Declan now in the ring with Hastings and he throws him into the corner, and then lifts him to the top, turning him as he does...he climbs up with him...

Lieberjosch: Top Rope T-Bone Suplex!

Vinegar: Declan covers the bleeding Hastings...


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Lieberjosch: The Lord kicks out!

Vinegar: Declan rolls off him, and takes a few moments before he gets to his feet himself, closing his eyes for a few moments, as if picturing something to give him the strength to carry on. This match has taken a lot out of each of them. If this is just the start of The Road to Horizons it's going to be an action packed trip...

Lieberjosch: He lifts Hastings up and sends him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline...

Vinegar: Hastings ducks and jumps....CRUCIFIX PIN!


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Vinegar: Declan kicks out...now both men getting to their feet...Declan pounces...WHITE LI..

Lieberjosch: Hastings pushes him off, kick to the gut...and he hoists him up...DESTINYS CA...

Vinegar: Travis is in the ring, with the chair! He's raising it!

Lieberjosch: I told you this would happen! Donovan straining to keep Declan vertical, and he looks at Travis in shock as he sees his friend coming at him wielding a chair...and Travis...JUST STOPS!

Vinegar: He looks at Donovan, then at the chair, and back again, before hanging his head and the chair to the canvas...

Covert Jay: NINJA REVERSE!

Vinegar: Declan takes advantage of Donovan's weakened state, AND the interference and drops down, breaks the hold...WHITE LIGHT![/i]

Lieberjosch: He covers, and Travis Roberts is just watching!


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Vinegar: The Blessed One isn't moving an inch, he is watching his friend lose this World Heavyweight Championship match.






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Vinegar: Has Travis Roberts just cost Donovan Hastings the championship?







Vinegar: NO! At the very, very, very last moment The Headliner brings the chair down on the back of Prescott and breaks the cover. He rolls Prescott off of Donovan, and then rams the edge of the chair directly into his forehead, busting the Darkest Light wide open. This is a no DQ match and all Glenn Burke can do is stand back and watch.

Lieberjosch: Roberts not finished, he places the chair over Declan's face...and then drops both knee's onto it...

Vinegar: MY GOD! Is this a taste of what's to come at Horizons?

Lieberjosch: Declan is out, and Travis drags Donovans body over his and Burke makes the count...




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Dennis: here is your winner, and NEW UGWC WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION DOOOOONNNNOOOOOVVVAAANNN HHHHAAAASSSSTTIIINNNGS!!!!

Vinegar: I'm not sure how I feel about this. Why did he get involved, Donovan may have won anyway if he hadn't climbed in the ring, he was in a prime position but we will never know now.

Lieberjosch: And why did Travis get in the ring in the first place? He may be standing grinning over the bloodied body of Declan Prescott right now, but was that plan from the very beginning?

Vinegar: Well we know one thing for sure, these two men will meet again, and Donovan Hastings needs an opponent to defend his newly won Title at Horizons, I can think of two men who have made their intentions clear tonight. It's already shaping up to be quite a night, and we have only just started on the Road to Horizons.


Donovan Hastings: 7

Declan Prescott: 6

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Credits

Opener
The Comeback Kid DJS!

Phrixus/Jet Backstage
Ichy and Phrixus

6 Man Coop
Donovan

Marek assaults the Ninja
Bryan w/ added Ninja from Covert Jay himself.

UGWC Cooperative Championships
Savana

Poison vs Pierce
Donovan

Travis' Pick
T-Rob

Main Event
T-Rob w/ added Somers by Ichy.

[Orgabsmic]

Awesome show congrats to Hastings on becoming Champion.

[EZRA]

Awesome show. I liked the added bits to my segment. Made it better.

Only complaint is how short the Co-Op title match is. That sucks. I know my RP wasn't too great and Andy said the same about his, but a squash when we actually RP'd sucks. If there was some plan to this and I was left out of the loop, so be it. ..Rant over.

Great show and Congrats to Hastings on the win.

[Jason Tacker]

Sweet show guys, sorry I had to pull out on writing. Also, looking forward to the Vigilante Match making an appearance here.

[Jet Somers]

Vigilante match? Sounds tasty.


Great show, love the set up for the road to Horizons... this is going to be a very fun month.

[Alex Kiseragi]

It's hard to comment on much but the main event. It was a good match with an interesting ending and opens things up for a big Number 1 Contenders race over the next few weeks.

[Lord Hastings]

Nov 1, 2010 22:47:40 GMT -5 EZRA said:

Only complaint is how short the Co-Op title match is. That sucks. I know my RP wasn't too great and Andy said the same about his, but a squash when we actually RP'd sucks. If there was some plan to this and I was left out of the loop, so be it. ..Rant over.

Andy wrote it.