Synergy #24 Results - November 22nd, 2010

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Welcome too...

Lieberjosch: Another week where I am guaranteed to not see enough real wrestling.

Vinegar: Not what I was going too say...

Covert Jay: Another week with not enough Ninjas.

Vinegar: Again not what I was going to say.

Lieberjosch: We know what you'll say.

Covert Jay: You'll welcome us to another supposedly exciting edition of Synergy.

Lieberjosch: Exciting is a strong word Nick...and there's a weird vibe in the air almost like The Blessed One isn't going to have as stellar a night as he normally does.

Vinegar: You must have spider senses or something...anyway on a night where Declan Prescott and Donovan Hastings will meet inside a steel cage lets start things off with Ezekiel and Paul Cockatoo.

*Beds Are Burning

The original Aboriginal Paul Cockatoo 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 and awaiting his opponent.

*Chorus Of Angels

A hole opens in the entrance ramp and Ezekiel slowly rises in a circular motion. His wings are folded back, almost flat against him. As the song picks up, his wings suddenly extend outward as pyrotechnics go off all around him on the stage. He leans his head quickly to the left, then right, popping his neck. He walks down towards the ring as the music continues to play as his wings fold back into place. Ezekiel puts his hands into a praying motion before thrusting his arms downward, his wings spread and in one smooth motion he flies over the top rope and into the ring. His wings appear to fade out of sight as he climbs the turnbuckle and does the praying motion again before stepping down and stretching in the corner.

Vinegar: This is sure to be a great opening contest between two of the premier competitors of UGWC.

*Ding, ding.

Vinegar: And this one getting under way with the two men locking up in the center of the ring...an armdrag takedown by Paul but Ezekiel is quickly back to his feet and he takes Native Garret down with a snapmare.

Lieberjosch:...

Covert Jay:...

Vinegar: Paul back to his feet though and the two men start trading chops...thankfully our audience aren't paying homage to that saggy man-boobed idiot Ric Flair...no 'woos' in UGWC.

Lieberjosch:...

Covert Jay:...

Vinegar: Zeke wins out and then hits a low dropkick to Pauls knee and now stalking him and he hits a picture perfect dropkick right on the jaw.

Lieberjosch:...

Covert Jay:...

Vinegar: Now dropping a couple of elbows before pulling Paul too his feet and snapping off a quick suplex and here's the first pin of the match.

Referee: 1...

...2...

…

Vinegar: Paul kicks out before three...are you guys going to help out?

Lieberjosch: Well what do you expect in one corner we have a guy who believes he's an angel and in the other a guy whose friends with a murderer.

Vinegar: JK was found not guilty.

Lieberjosch: The system doesn't work Nick.

Vinegar: And let me guess Jay there aren't enough ninjas in the match?

Covert Jay: There never is! Covert Jay should get in there and fight for all Ninjakind.

The ninja obsessed Jay gets to his feet but Nicholas grabs him by the scruff off his neck and pulls him back down into his seat.

Vinegar: Zeke takes Paul down with another suplex and now brings him back to his feet...he's going for a DDT but Paul lifts Zeke up and flapjacks him into the canvas. Paul then hits a running crossbody on the Archangel as he got back to his feet. Paul now following this up with a powerslam and into the pin.

Referee: 1...

...2...

…

Vinegar: God on Zeke's side as he kicks out there.

Lieberjosch: That was lame!

Covert Jay: Very much lame.

Vinegar: Paul brings Zeke back to his feet but the Archangel hits him with a jawbreaker and is now climbing the turnbuckle.

Covert Jay: Ninja...ninja...ninja...ninja...SNEAKY NINJA!!

Vinegar: Zeke coming off the top rope with a missile dropkick...now he seems to have the Bless The Fallen in mind...Paul fights off the attempt though and Irish whips Zeke into the ropes and takes him down with a back body drop. A series of clotheslines follow that up...until out of nowhere Zeke hits the Last Line. What a brutal lariat!

Lieberjosch: Somewhere in Japan Stan Hansen just orgasmed in his pants!

Vinegar: Actually I prefer it when you two don't speak. Zeke goes up top for the Righteousness but Paul rolls out of the way and out of the ring leaving Zeke to crash and burn. Both men now taking their time together their wits, Paul sliding into the ring but he's cut off with a baseball slide from Ezekiel. Zeke now stalking him...he comes running off the ropes...SUICIDE DIVE...

Covert Jay: AERIAL NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Vinegar: God its annoying when Mitchel does that, its worse when you elongate letters.

Lieberjosch: What Nick meant was Zeke missed he just crashed and burned as Paul moved out of the way.

Vinegar: Paul now rolls Zeke back into the ring and he's going for the Fall From Uluru...Zeke counters though and hits In Gods Name.

Referee: 1...

...2...

...3!!

Vinegar: And this one is over congrats to Ezekiel on the win to open the show...maybe Gabrielle and Calypso rolling around the ring in the next match will get my broadcast partners involved.

Lieberjosch: They don't just roll around Nick.

Covert Jay: They stretch...

Lieberjosch: They sweat...

Covert Jay: They scream...

Lieberjosch: They bend over...

Vinegar: I get it.

Covert Jay: They moan...

Lieberjosch: Their clothes might get torn off...

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Rolling right along here on Synergy, up next we’ve got two of the most dominant women in the industry, going head to head.

Lieberjosch: Very female heavy card we’ve got tonight, did you notice that?

Vinegar: Thanks to the booking of St. Jimmy.

“Haunted” begins to play, and Calypso Desmona crawls out from backstage to the top of the ramp, then smiles and stands to walk down it.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hartford, Connecticut, the Mistress of Pain, CALYPSO DESSSSSSSSSMONAAA!!!!!

Vinegar: It’s been a fairly long time since we saw Calypso as a part of actual in-ring action.

Lieberjosch: And you have to imagine that for Donovan Hastings, this couldn’t come at a worse time. Two weeks away from his title defense at Horizons, and Calypso’s attention is on the return of her long time nemesis.

“What You Want” begins to play and Gabrielle Montgomery walks out atop the entranceway giving a quick twirl before tussling her hair and making her way down to the ring. She climbs up onto the ring apron and then crawls along the length of it before crawling into the ring and getting to her feet where she saunters to the middle of the ring.

Dennis: And her opponent, currently residing in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, The Caramel Coated Goddess, GABRIELLE MONTGOMMMMMERRRRYYYY!!!!!

Vinegar: Don’t judge Gabrielle based upon her looks, this vixen once took The Blessed One himself to the very limit for the Global Championship.

Covert Jay: She can DDDDDDDDDDDT me anytime.

Vinegar: A little carried away there, aren’t you?

Covert Jay: You can blame me?

Lieberjosch: Sadly, no.

Vinegar: Gabrielle’s first match after her UGWC debut ended with Calypso beating her senseless with a steel chair, can the Caramel Coated Goddess get a measure of revenge here tonight?

DING DING!

Vinegar: Calypso glaring across the ring at her opponent, a lot of bad blood here.

Lieberjosch: Important to keep in mind there is a time limit set on this match, they will have to work quickly or risk a draw.

Vinegar: Ten minutes on the clock, already ticking down.

Covert Jay: Aw, that’s cute.

Vinegar: Gabrielle mocking Calypso now, bowing and blowing a kiss.

Lieberjosch: Calypso looks pissed.

Vinegar: She charges!

Lieberjosch: Purple mist!!!!

Covert Jay: Ninja weaponry!

Vinegar: Gabrielle just sprayed some sort of a purple mist right in the eyes of Calypso, the Mistress of Pain is blinded!

Lieberjosch: Gabrielle’s got her!

Covert Jay: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDT!!!!

Vinegar: The 34DD DDT delivered by Gabrielle to Calypso, and now a cover!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





THREE!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, Gabrielle Montgomery!!!!

Vinegar: It was a time limit match, and Gabrielle wins in record time!

Lieberjosch: Calypso ruined her debut here in UGWC, Gabrielle returns the favor, embarrassing her here tonight!

Vinegar: In the meantime, we’re being told that the Consortium is about to make a series of announcements, lets go back to them now!

We cut to backstage and the office of Director of Human Resources Robert Ooley, who is bordered on either side by Moss Edwards and Dexter Vines.

Vines: We hope you are enjoying this very special edition of Synergy, brought to you by the spent purse of St. Jimmy.

Edwards: In two weeks we’ll be presenting our year end spectacular, Horizons, already headlined by Donovan Hastings defending the World Heavyweight Championship against Jet Somers, and a Vigilante Match between Declan Prescott and Travis Roberts.

Ooley: We’re going to add a few more title matches to the mix, first up is that we were all pleased to hear off the vindication of FU, so we’d like to reward him, given what he has done in the past.

Edwards: Our GIW fans will remember that JK was the longest reigning GIW.com in history, not to mention the youngest. We’ll find out if he can duplicate that feat.

Vines: So at Horizons, the winner of tonight’s match between Andy Savana and John Russo will defend the Cross-Hemisphere Title against JK.

Ooley: Now, back in the good old days of LWF, the best team that didn’t involve me was the Circus Sideshow. They weren’t the Puppet Masters, granted, but given what Most Rewards here did already with the 30 Second Minutemen, they’re probably the best we got as far as options go.

Vines: So at Horizons, the Royal 1st Battalion will defend the Cooperative Championship against Freak Show Central.

Edwards: Let’s not forget the return of a LWF tradition, the Carnage Match!

Ooley: Eight fools will compete for a purse large enough for a World Title Match anytime you want one, this match will feature Trevor Sharp, Pink Fairy, the Puzzler, and some other fools.

Vines: We’ll also see the blow-off to a cooking feud from the last few months, with Alex Kiseragi taking on Marek Daisuke.

Ooley: Let’s make Sharp the referee there.

Edwards: Even though he’s in the Carnage Match too?

Ooley: What is he, a pussy? Sure.

Edwards: Okay then.

Vines: But that’s all in two weeks, in the meantime, enjoy the rest of Synergy!

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Well, it's time for the Cross-Hemisphere Championship Match, earlier this week John Russo cashed in some of his purse to get a shot at reclaiming the title he lost to Andy Savana at Battleground.

Lieberjosch: Why anyone would want to waste their hard earned purse on such a tainted and worthless title. Even the Chaos Championship, with it's connection to all things garbage, is a more prestigious title, and the shot costs a lot less!

Covert Jay: Maybe it has something to do with the current champions faltering, to put it mildly, form. This may well be an opportunistic grab for something that was once revered as glorious.

Vinegar: Or it could be Russo is taking the first step towards making amends for what even he probably recognises was an unimpressive reign last time round.

Lieberjosch: Or he is just worried someone else will get their first, and instead of continuing the titles descent into utter worthlessness, they might actually start, god forbid, redeeming it's credibility.

'Shout 2000'

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen the next match is scheduled for One Fall, and is for the UGWC Cross-Hemisphere Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, John Russo!

Lieberjosch: See, this title means so little Dennis isn't even elongating his words...

Vinegar: Well I'm confident Russo will be determined to make his mark on UGWC with a title win, and then an impressive run this time round. He's gone about proving himself again since his defeat at Battleground, and comes into this match a far different proposition.

Covert Jay: Yeah, but you were also confident Travis couldn't hear you.

Vinegar: What?

Covert Jay: Oh, right, that's later isn't it?

Vinegar: Seriously what are you blathering about?

Covert Jay: Nothing, it probably doesn't matter as no-one will piece two and two together, that would involve some sense of a memory that can retain information.

'Bullet with Butterfly Wings'

Dennis: And his opponent, the champion, Andy Savana.

Lieberjosch: this match looks much like it will be the very opposite of the encounter at Battleground, but in the end the result will be the same, no hope for the CH Championship.

Vinegar: Andy Savana has had a rough time of it of late, and has become withdrawn and isolated, and this was before he was ravaged by the Hyena a couple of weeks back.

Covert Jay: Who cares? Can we get on with this and proceed to some matches that have an iota of entertainment value?

Lieberjosch: That may be difficult, this is UGWC remember, not a place where miracles occur that often!

Vinegar: Well Savana has stumbled into the ring, he's looking a little worse for where, his hands are scabbed up, and he's swaying from side to side.

Covert Jay: Dat nigga's back on the smack, yo!

Vinegar: It does seem Savana may well have taken something to help him deal with his ordeals over the past few weeks, he's certainly not a role model that's for sure. Brian Chartreuse is gingerly checking him for any foreign objects.

Lieberjosch: He certainly doesn't want tp catch Hepatitis or something as foul from a needle Savana forgot to stash in his locker.

Vinegar: He's done with the shake down, and he signals that this match is underway.

Lieberjosch: Savana starts to amble towards Russo, who seems to be having second thoughts about getting into a fight with a man who has shared bodily fluids with various smack heads and the odd hyena, and backs of...

Vinegar: But there isn't really anywhere to go, so he rebounds off the rope, and takes Savana down with a powerful elbow to the forehead!

Lieberjosch: Savana scurries ion all fours to the corner, whimpering as he does so, and pulls himself up with the ropes, and then turns trying to make a run for it...

Vinegar: Russo grabs him from behind and pulls him from the ropes, spins him around and just slaps him across the face...

Lieberjosch: Yeah, you may sober up a drunk that way, but Savana probably thinks Russo is the King of the Mutant Hyena's coming to take a bride, or something equally disturbing at this point in time.

Vinegar: The shriek of terror he just let out may well lend weight to that theory, and Russo just looks confused. Being an LWF veteran, he no doubt has very little knowledge of how truly far down rock bottom is for Andy Savana.

Lieberjosch: Savana staggering backwards as Russo shakes his bemusement from his face and then slaps on a sleeper in the middle of the ring.

Vinegar: This may well be the kindest act anyone has bestowed upon Savana.

Lieberjosch: Only if he leaves it on for at least 10 minutes and euthanasias the poor bastard.

Vinegar: Chartreuse raises Savana's arms once...

Lieberjosch: TWICE

Covert Jay: THREE TIMES!

Dennis: Here is your winner, JOOOOOOHHHHHNNN RUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOO!!!!

Vinegar: John Russo has made a statement here, with a quick, but also somewhat compassionate win. He has spent the last few weeks involved in matches which have often descended to farce, but has quietly been re-establishing himself in the eyes of the fans and the Consortium. Cashing in this shot means he will likely go into Horizons as a Champion, and at the biggest night of them all, he will attempt to prove he deserves to be UGWC's first Two Time Cross-Hemisphere Champion!

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for joining us here on Synergy goes Chaotic!

Lieberjosch: Why that?

Vinegar: It’s on the card Ooley gave me to read out to introduce the show that was put together by St. Jimmy after he spent his purse.

Covert Jay: Humph! It is not an awesome card! There has been neither hair nor hide of Ninjaness anywhere!

Lieberjosch: And why does it feel as if this portion has been displaced?

Vinegar: You can blame a certain legal teacher in an Australian high school for that.

Covert Jay: That is not ninja!

Vinegar: Indeed. But enough banter, it’s time for our six person chaos coop match!

“The Fear” - Lily Allen

The Fear" hits the PA system as Jasmine comes out to the entrance way and does her usual "kiss blow"(sort of like Marias). She continues to skip down towards the ring, waving at the fans, giving hugs to kids who want one (usual diva stuff). She slides into the ring and climbs up onto the turnbuckle and strikes a pose for the crowd.

Dennis: The following six person co-op contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! And will be contested under Chaos rules. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, NV, making her in ring return, and UGWC debut, JAAAAAASSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: The wife of UGWC superstar JK, and the mother to his daughter Nikki, Jasmine, is making her big return, after her last match sent her to the hospital with a concussion. How will she fare tonight?

“Everybody down” – Nonpoint

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.

Dennis: And her partner, from Deep Creek, MO, weighing in at 185lbs, JEEEEEEET SOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

Covert Jay: YAY! Now this show is ninja.

Vinegar: The number one contender for the heavyweight crown, Jet Somers, teaming with Jasmine and Travis Pierce in the mid-card spectacle, and you got to think he will have an impact on the match.

"You Know My Name" – Chris Cornell

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: And introducing, from his mommas vagina

Lieberjosch: Charming...

Dennis: Hey, this is what I got to work with! Weighing probably more than Rey Mysterio, and less than Matt Preston...

Lieberjosch: Who?

Covert Jay: A fat, annoying, host of Australian Masterchef. And he is always hungry!

Dennis: TRAAAAAAVVVVVVVVIIIIIISSSSSSSS PIIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: The first team have all made their entrance.

“Du Hast” – Rammstein

Blue and White lights start flashing as 'Du Hast' blares out of the speakers to a huge reception from the audience.

Dennis: And the opponents, first, from Oslo, Norway, weighing in at 210lbs, RIIIIIIIIIIIICK HAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!

Rick Harding casually walks out towards the end of the verse, and looks out at the crowd. As the drums kick in once more to signal the beginning of the second verse, he begins to make a beeline directly for the ring, occasionally slapping a few hands, but never taking his sight off of the ring. He slides in and raises an arm as the cameras start flashing.

Lieberjosch: It is nice to see a fellow Norwegian in that ring, if only he had the proper size of a wrestler.

“Sheena is a punk rocker” - The Ramones

'Sheena is a punk rocker' by the Ramones blares out of the speakers to a thunderous cheer from many of the males in attendance. As Sheena comes out in whatever punk costume it is that she is wearing (Will Vary week to week, but is mostly some form of Catholic schoolgirl uniform done up in a way to be considered punk fashion), some decide to Wolf whistle at her, much to her disgust. Anyone who says something suggestive about her or makes a vulgar gesture towards her usually get flipped off and sworn at.

Dennis: And his partner, from Liverpool, England, SHHHHEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA RAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She quickly slides into the ring so that no one can get more fodder for vulgar comments, she gets up, climbs up a turn buckle, and raises one arm before getting down to wait for the start of the match.

Vinegar: The ‘Punk Rock Chick’ of UGWC, you have to think that she was relishing the fact that she got to have this match.

Lieberjosch: Garbage wrestling definitely seems to be right up her alley.

"St. Jimmy" - Green Day

"St. Jimmy" hits the speakers hard as the thousands of UGWC fans start cheering loudly for the 'Saint of Chaos'. Fire leads out in front of the entrance way, and as Billie Joe begins singing 'St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway' we notice an archway form through the flames. Tre Cool counts of the '1 2 3 4, as St. Jimmy sprints out through the archway to the appreciation of the fans.

Dennis: And introducing, the man who wrote this week’s card, FROM Brisbane, Australia, weighing in at 202lbs, SAAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT JIMMMMMMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He raises his arms as pyros explode from the turnbuckles in the ring. He marches down to the ring, interacting with some of the fans. As he nears the ring, he breaks out into a sprint, before leaping through the 2nd and top ropes and landing in the middle of the ring with a roll. He stands tall and taunts to the fans.

Vinegar: The self proclaimed Saint of Chaos, and the man who made this week’s show....well......

Lieberjosch: Grotesque?

Covert Jay: Non Ninja?

Vinegar: As interesting as possible.... And JK walking down to the ring?

Covert Jay: Ninja on the desk!

JK: How you guys going?

Lieberjosch: Look, you are welcome here as long as you don’t murder anybody!

JK: Bloody hell.....I did NOT murder Brayden OK?

Vinegar: As much of a pleasure it is to have you here JK, what brings you to commentary?

JK: My wife. Jasmine is in there against some tough competition, and I want to make sure that everything is good.

DING! DING!

Vinegar: And this one underway, Saint Jimmy going directly after Jet Somers, no doubt for not giving any support to your win last week if it had been needed. Jet has been taken down by a hard shoulder block as Rick and Pierce battle it out, Jasmine goes over to help Jet, OH! What a hard kick Jasmine just delivered to the gut of Saint Jimmy! Making the former Chaos champion double over in pain!

JK: Shit Jazz, what are you doing?

Lieberjosch: Sheena; making use of the garbage wrestling rules, has grabbed a baseball bat from under the ring as Pierce gets the upper hand on rick with those hard lefts and rights.

JK: Looks like pierce could use a set of eyes in the back of his head there.

Vinegar: Sheena lining the shot up, AND CRACKS THAT BAT OVER PIERCE’S HEAD!\

Covert Jay: She’s beating on the brat with a baseball bat!

Vinegar: Back to the chaos champion, and Jet is holding him by the arms as Jasmine climbs up top.....WHAT A MISSLE DROP KICK! No doubt she has been training with you, JK?

JK: She has been, but we were not up to the big top rope moves, I’m as surprised as you are, happy, but surprised.

Vinegar: Now Jasmine returning the favour, holding Jimmy down as Jet delivers a standing moonsault.

JK: LOOK OUT!

Lieberjosch: Good warning.

Vinegar: Jasmine hearing JK, ducks just in time, Sheena was lining up another shot with that bat, this time to Jasmine. Jazz, rolling out of the ring, and now she’s grabbing a weapon? I never thought I’d see the mother of such a beautiful Daughter get so vicious!

Covert Jay: How do you know what her kid looks like?

JK: GIW had a take your kid to work thing, not many had kids, but they did it none the less, and it was right after we brought Nikki back from the Hospital, so I took her in.

Lieberjosch: While she’s looking for a weapon....as is Pierce, I have just seen from the bottom corner of my monitor, rick and Sheena have jumped Jet. Rick with a huge round-house kick, and Sheena with a harsh low blow to the former Chaos champion.

JK: Just noticed, this match is sort of like Team America verses the rest of the world.

Vinegar: Both Pierce and Jasmine have pulled out Steel chairs as Sheena and Rick have gone to stomping the fallen Jet Somers. Pierce cracking Sheena Ramone in the back of the head, most likely for revenge on that shot with the bat. Jet rolls out as Jasmine throws the chair at Rick, who catches it, only to eat the steel after another hard drop kick from Jazz, he’s spotted something.....Jimmy is walking to the backstage! And now Jet, hot on the pursuit.

JK: He has a trap set up, knowing Enigma...

Vinegar: Jasmine celebrating that hard hit, Sheena getting back to her feet, Pierce again swinging with that Chair, Sheena grabbing it, and slamming it into the face of Pierce, and he’s down again!

Lieberjosch: Holy shit! Get a camera pointing at the Replay screen!

Vinegar: Jet and Jimmy battling it out on the top of that screen; where the hell did Jet get that ring bell?

JK: I think Claude has the answer to that.

Lieberjosch: Claude is swearing like a trooper! HA!

Vinegar: He must have grabbed it while we were focusing on Jasmine and Rick...Jet taking a shot, Jimmy ducks it, and is met with another shot by the ring bell! Jet now throwing the bell down to the arena floor below, going to throw St. Jimmy off just the same.....NO! REVERSED!

Covert Jay: DEEEEEEEEAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHH DEEEEEEEFFFFFFYYYYYYEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Lieberjosch: My god! That’s a 40-50ft drop!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Vinegar: I think they landed on the ring bell too! Or....at least Jimmy did, Jet seems to have fallen on the chaos champion, cushioning the fall somewhat, but both are out cold!

JK: Far out, mate. I have seen Enigma make many a fall before, but nothing like that!

Vinegar: That effectively makes this an ordinary chaos coop match. Rick and Sheena going to work on Pierce as Jasmine sets up a ladder in the middle of the ring.

Covert Jay: Not to mention that Pierce set up a table on the outside just before. Rick with a judo kick sending Pierce out to the outside. He flew like a ninja!

JK: Jazz climbing the ladder.

Vinegar: but Rick has grabbed her in a power bomb Grapple, goes to the table.....looks like he’s going to slam her through as JK stands up , ready to spring into action....Only Jasmine with a Hurricanarana to rick causing him to go straight through the table! What in ring knowledge.

JK: She might have learnt those moves at her dad’s wrestling school actually...

Lieberjosch: Jazz has got into the ring, as Pierce slides back in, and he has a replica of the Mallet of Doom (TM). He slams it into the face of the rising Sheena, who walks right into a LOOSING BET! Sheena Bouncing off of the Chair that Jasmine left there from earlier.....and right into THE SIGNING OFF!

JK: NICE!

Covert Jay: Pierce telling Jazz to climb the ladder.

JK: What are they planning?

Vinegar: Jasmine climbing the ladder, she gets to the top, looks over at JK, blows him a kiss.....WOAH!

JK: No way.....

Covert Jay: She’s signalling for it.......CANE TOAD SPLASH!

Vinegar: Looks like she was paying a little homage to you there, JK.

Lieberjosch: Not meaning to stop the celebration of a murderer..... But Rick is back on his feet, with a lead pipe...and has taken a shot at Jasmine’s back!

Vinegar: And JK taking off his headset and gone into the ring, wait...I did not notice that.....

Covert Jay: What?

Vinegar: He brought his Barbed Wire cricket bat with him.

Covert Jay: I think he stuck that underneath the desk earlier, I saw him do it.

Vinegar: HE’S JUST SMASHED RICK IN THE GUT WITH IT! That same bat that kicked off the feud with him and Kingsley all those months ago has come out of retirement for tonight!

Lieberjosch: Pierce making the most of the situation as JK ‘The Murderer’ tends to his wife....and he hits Rick with THE TRUTH HURTS!

Vinegar: here’s the pin...

East: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CLAP! CLAP!

Vinegar: Rhombus making up for the lack of Ring bell as possible, we’ll have to retrieve that to make the rest of the show work...

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners.....JASMINE, JET SOMERS, AND TRRRRRAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS PIIIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: Up next I suspect we’ll see T-Rob not perform....

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: We continue on here on Synergy, scheduled next is triple threat action!

"Vow" starts, and the arena goes black with red lights strobing all over the place in time to the opening guitar riffs. When the music cresendoes, the lights goes into a steady red all over the arena, and a light blue spotlight shines on the entrance as The Talk comes out with his Mallet Of Doom ™ slung across his shoulders. He walks down, taking his time, looking all around the arena with an unreadable gaze. When he hits the ring, he stands on the apron staring out into the crowd. As the song crescendoes into the chorus for the first time, he raises his Mallet Of Doom ™ with one hand and pyros blow the all around the perimeter of the ring in red, blue, and white. On the Titantron, when The Talk comes out for the first time, "The Talk Of The Town" fills the screen in huge letters, followed by clips of The Talk wrestling and laughing maniacally.

Dennis: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Freak Show Central, The Talk of the Town, ALAN FERNANNNNNNDEZZZZZZZ!!!!!

Vinegar: I believe this is the first time since his arrival in UGWC that we will be seeing “The Talk of the Town” Alan Fernandez in singles action, in fact conspicuous by his absence in his cooperative partner, Phrixus Deimos.

Covert Jay: I have been at ringside for many a match of his, and let me tell you, it’s a good time. The Talk is the Innovator of Offense, and over the years has utilized many creative holds and maneuvers.

"Sun Doesn't Rise" hits to a strong pop, and Red Fusion steps out onto the stage, amidst the flashing red and blue lights. He heads down the ramp, playing to the crowd, high fiving and shaking hands. He climbs into the ring and hits the nearest turnbuckle and stretches his arms out, and then starts pounding his chest. He hops down and paces around the ring for a moment.

Dennis: And his opponent, hailing from Washington, D.C., the Face of Freedom, RED FUSSSIOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!

Vinegar: Both of these men are former World Champions during their time in LWF.

Covert Jay: In fact, the cherry here didn’t pop his fusion until LWF’s final show!

Lieberjosch: But when you stop and ask what either of these men have accomplished since LWF and GIW merged into UGWC, the answer is nothing. They both have a long way to go if they want any sort of respect from this table.

Covert Jay: Speak for yourself.

Lieberjosch: I do.

Vinegar: And I’m being told now in my headset that apparently Travis Roberts is nowhere to be found, repeat, Travis Roberts has not arrived here at the arena, obviously he will not be able to participate in this match, we apologize to our viewers at home who were expecting to see him, and we can only speculate on the whereabouts of the Headliner.

Lieberjosch: Being mauled by a hyena, perhaps.

DING DING!

Vinegar: This match getting underway in his absence, Fernandez and Red Fusion meet in the center of the ring in an elbow tie-up, and Red Fusion cuts behind Fernandez for a full nelson slam, but Fernandez twists out of it and whips Red Fusion off the ropes into a spinning back kick.

Lieberjosch: Fernandez working quickly, looking for Shut Your Mouth, but Fusion elbows him away.

Vinegar: Fusion grabs Fernandez into a side headlock, but Fernandez snapmares out of it, transition into a headlock of his own, but Red Fusion elbows out of it.

Covert Jay: Cherry with a waistlock, and he executes Herr Suplex!

Vinegar: Herr Suplex? That’s not in my notes.

Covert Jay: Was it or was it not a suplex of the German variety?

Vinegar: Oh. I get it. In any case, Red Fusion grabs Fernandez by the hair and pulls him up, but Fernandez reaches and grabs his arm. He goes to whip Red Fusion across the ring…

Covert Jay: Only to pull him back into the Panda Buster!

Vinegar: Cover!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Fusion kicks out!

Lieberjosch: Fusion trying to get to his feet, Fernandez bounces off the ropes and hit’s a Yakuza kick!

Vinegar: Red Fusion rolls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up, and Fernandez charges, but Red Fusion backdrops him right over the ropes to ringside!

Covert Jay: If you don’t have the energy to stop your opponent from beating you in the ring, get him out of the ring! Fantastic strategy!

Vinegar: Fernandez gets to his feet at ringside, but Red Fusion baseball slides under the bottom rope and knocks him down.

Covert Jay: I’d point out that the baseball season is over.

Lieberjosch: So the move shouldn’t be used?

Covert Jay: Perhaps for a few months it could be a football slide.

Vinegar: Red Fusion lifts Fernandez up and drops him on the barricade, then grabs the slumping Fernandez by the head and slams him neck first into the barricade.

Lieberjosch: Good use of the environment by Fusion, taking advantage of his position outside the ring.

Vinegar: Red Fusion pulls Fernandez by the hair and rolls him into the ring, slides into the ring now and whips Fernandez off the ropes into a pendulum backbreaker. Fusion lifts the Talk of the Town for a vertical suplex.

Lieberjosch: But Fernandez drops off, grabs him for Shut Your Mouth!

Vinegar: Fernandez covers!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





Vinegar: Fusion kicks out!

Lieberjosch: Some resiliency being shown here by Fusion, trying to remake his name here in UGWC.

Vinegar: Fernandez rolls off and kips up, and looks like he wants to end it. Pulls Fusion up, sets him on his shoulders.

Covert Jay: Human Wreckage!!!!!

Lieberjosch: Countered by Fusion into the Virus of Life!!!!

Vinegar: Fusion with the cover!





ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





THREE!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, RED FUSSSSSIOONNNNNNNN!!!!!

Lieberjosch: And give the assist to Travis Roberts!

Vinegar: How do you figure?

Lieberjosch: If Roberts wasn’t MIA, he wins this match with his eyes closed and both arms tied behind his back.

Vinegar: I think you exaggerate a bit there, I think both men showcased some great talent here tonight.

Covert Jay: And the Cherry begins his comeback!

Vinegar: Red Fusion picks up the victory, but don’t go anywhere! Our main event is next!

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: So we're just moments away from what is undeniably going to be an epic main event, the ring crew are currently attaching the steel cage to the ring, and we have a few moments to reflect on the events of tonight so far, and the how important this match can be. If Donovan Hastings doesn't manage to win, it raises huge question marks over the legitimacy of his place as UGWC World Heavyweight Champion. Inside a cage Travis Roberts cannot help him...

Covert Jay: 'The Blessed One' isn't even here to attempt to do such a thing...

Lieberjosch: And it won't mean anything, why is Donovan going to go all out with this? There is nothing at stake apart from 'reputation', which means relatively little. If he injures himself trying too hard, whilst Jet was given a relatively easy match up tonight, he risks plunging UGWC into some unfathomable depths of awfulness...

Vinegar: Whats that? The GlobaTron is flickering to life...

Lieberjosch: It's Travis Roberts.

Vinegar: The arena has erupted in a cacophony of boo's. The fans are not at all pleased that 'The headliner' decided to go AWOL tonight....maybe he realises he owes them an explanation?

Travis: Nick...

Vinegar: Huh?

Travis: Yeah that's right, 'The Headliner' is talking to your ill-informed, Wal-Mart tailored, soup brained ass. 'The Blessed One' cans till hear every word you say, and you have the audacity to suggest Travis Roberts owes any of these disgusting oxygen thieves an explanation for anything? The TWiSTeD High Commander has always had an inkling that you were repeatedly dropped on that lopsided face of yours during your childhood, and you have just gone and proved him entirely correct.

For over two years 'The Headliner' has given these drooling mongoloids far more entertainment, class, enlightenment, passion and skill than they have ever been worthy of. Ever since Travis Roberts stepped foot in GIW he has made the company he works for look like a world class organisation, and has continued to do so right here in UGWC, and for what? The fans are not the ones in need of an explanation, 'The Blessed One' is!

Vinegar: Travis Roberts is once again in his own world.

Lieberjosch: he can hear you, your brain really is made of soup isn't it.

Travis: Each and every goddamn week 'The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia' has raised the standard of this organisation, whilst his so called peers have run around dressing up in women's clothing, ripping off uninspiring 'punk' songs for gimmick idea's, staging pantomime court cases, having girlfriend troubles, succumbing to bouts of religious schizophrenia, scribbled away in a semi-invisible journal, made half a dozen comebacks, choked on their own saliva, miraculously become fluent in English in under a year, devalue a respected championship and then reclaim it to ensure the damage continues, invited other people to carry their promo's and take the credit, set up a training school in a vain attempt to inject something vaguely interesting in their life, attend said Training School in attempt to garner favours at a later date, and done literally anything in their feeble mental powers to make themselves look more absurd from each week to the next.

Whilst 'The Blessed One' has sacrificed his body, and probably his very sanity, to this company, the majority of his colleagues have sacrificed nothing voluntarily in their apparent quest to continually derail the stellar efforts of 'The Headliner'. Travis Roberts knows it could be argued that they have all sacrificed their self-respect on a weekly basis, but 'The TWiSTeD Guerilla' finds it highly implausible that any of them had any to begin with.

Vinegar: He can't even be bothered to show up tonight, and now he is bad mouthing near enough everyone backstage.

Lieberjosch: Really, personally I thought most of that was aimed at Jet Somers, he ticks the majority of boxes in each of those listed crimes.

Travis: Despite this, 'The Blessed One' has continued to carry the weight, maintained his ability to keep buy-rates up despite uninspiring main events, he has been, without doubt, he has been the very epitome of professional. But what does he get in return?

Vinegar: A fairly big pay cheque I imagine?

Travis: In return 'The Headliner' gets shafted in his anal cavity on a regular basis by the short sighted Consortium that run this pit of slow witted and defective mongoloids. Weeks before what will be the most important match in the history of this company, they place him in a match with a guy who picked his name whilst looking at a Paint Colour Chart, and Phrixus Deimos' life size dildo. At least this week it wasn't yet another meeting with Andy fucking Savana, the worlds most useless crack head, the dude probably can't even give decent head for a hit, the scars on Declan's penis would prove that. What kind of reward is that for the Crown Jewel of this runt of a company?

Vinegar: It's your job!

Travis: And to top it all of, when Travis Roberts and Declan Prescott face off, for the first time in history, in what is without doubt the most eagerly anticipated match in the last two years of this dying industry. It will not even get top billing at Horizons!

No that honour goes to Jet Somers! What joys await the subnormal viewers that shell out a large chunk of their minimum wage pay cheque to purchase this extravaganza? Another inexplicable, and largely pointless, cameo from a bald guy no-one recognises? Or a more extravagant re-run of a match from the week before? It's one thing that Jet Somers has an over inflated view of his own relevance, but it's a damning indictment of the industry that The Consortium believe a large enough section of the potential audience share that inflated view.

But 'The Blessed One' will cut to the chase, after he defeats Declan Prescott at Horizons and vanquishes one of less than a handful of worthwhile practitioners left in this industry, what will be left for Travis Roberts? A year of feuds with the likes of Jet Somers, JK, Enigma and Deimos? 'The Headliner' has already been in a coma for two years of his life, so be assured when he tells you that fate is more enticing than twelve months with that cast of misfits.

Until The Consortium are able to either perform a miracle and raise the IQ of this roster, or inject it with some talent that catches 'The Headliners' attention, Travis Roberts will not step foot inside a UGWC ring to compete again. The only time you will be guaranteed to see 'The Blessed One' in action, will be upstaging the Main Event at Horizons.

Vinegar: Travis Roberts with announcement that adds even more ramifications for Horizons.

Lieberjosch: Dear lord, Horizons looks likely to be the end of an era!

[Lord Hastings]

At ringside we’re shown the steel cage being lowered into place for tonight’s main event when we cut to a shot of the back lot. More specifically a pair on mammoth dirty bare feet walking across to cool asphalt parking lot. From above the shot the gruff graveled voice seems to be singing as we follow past row after row of parked car. Disjointed the singing continues.

??: Gotta look this world in the eye.

…

??: Gotta live this life… uh… THE CROW FLIES STRAIGHT.

…

??: I like that line better. Perfect line.

…

The singing stops as the bottom of the back wall fills the back drop. The snarling begins. The camera pans to show Jet Somers' pack of trained hyena guarding the door as they lick their wounds suffered at the hands of TWiSTeD last week. That’s when our view begins to tilt and circle the well worked walkers.

Milk jug sized calves tense and bulge. Thighs the size you’d expect cut from the county fairs blue ribbon winning pig. A pair of sheep’s head sized paw like hands clinch into a fist. A whiskey barrel chest breathes slow and steady. A vast field, acre upon acre, of wheat pales in comparison to the beard hanging from the face of the Jackal of Jwar Isle as a deeper guttural growl resonates from Tyvola.

Lieberjosch: YES! YES!! A MILLION TIMES YES!!!

Tyvola: Ruff!

We return to ringside… *YELP!* … in time for Declan Prescott’s introduction.

Vinegar: Hans, please sit back down.

Covert Jay: Ninja bromance?

Vinegar: Bringing to a close another exciting night of Synergy, it is time for the main event!

Lieberjosch: It’s the current World Heavyweight Champion against the former one, this time inside the confines of a steel cage!

"Dreaming Wide Awake" smashes into play and Declan Prescott soon enters the arena, raising his arms to the fans. He then humbly jogs down the entranceway, and enters the cage through the door. He stares out at the fans in the arena through the links of the cage.

Dennis: The following contest is a Steel Cage match and is your main event for the evening. Introducing first, currently residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 232lbs, the Darkest Light, DECLAN PRESSSSCOTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Vinegar: Important to remember is that both of the men in this match have potentially the biggest matches of their respective careers just two weeks away. At Horizons, Declan Prescott will put his career on the line in a Vigilante Match against Travis Roberts, and Hastings will defend his championship in the main event against Jet Somers!

“Ripper” hits, and Donovan Hastings emerges from backstage with his championship around his waist, and his cloak flowing behind him.

Dennis: And his opponent, he is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, from Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 230lbs, the Lord of Pain, DONOVAN HASSSSTINNNNGSSSS!!!!!

Vinegar: Hastings handing his title to Glenn Burke, and now seems to be telling him he wants the door of the cage locked.

Lieberjosch: Hastings having quite the lengthy discussion with Burke, and Prescott looks impatient and is yelling at Hastings to get into the ring.

Vinegar: Hastings repeating his instructions to the referee, climbing in through the door, and it looks as though his request is being honored, as Glenn Burke shuts the door and padlocks it as Hastings and Prescott circle around the ring.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Hastings takes a hard step towards Prescott, then spins and starts hauling up the side of the cage.

Lieberjosch: Strategy by the World Champion!

Vinegar: Prescott pulls him off, and Hastings lands on his feet. They brawl in the center of the ring, and Prescott whips Hastings off the ropes, then takes him down with a body slam.

Lieberjosch: What an embarrassment it would have been to Declan Prescott had he lost this match before it had barely even begun!

Pbp: Hastings tries to get right up, but Prescott bounces off the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker.

Lieberjosch: Prescott bounces off the ropes again and leaps into the air, driving his knee into Hastings’s sternum.

Vinegar: Now he pulls Hastings up and whips him into the corner, then charges and splashes him.

Lieberjosch: The goal for both men is going to be to incapacitate the opponent to the point that they can escape the cage unmolested.

Covert Jay: That’s a big concern around here lately.

Lieberjosch: What is?

Covert Jay: Escaping molestation.

Lieberjosch: That’s not what I meant and you know it.

Vinegar: Prescott pulls Hastings out of the corner and goes to whip him to the opposite corner, but Hastings reverses it, then pulls Prescott back into a knee to the chest and suplexes him.

Lieberjosch: Prescott tries to get right up, but Hastings whips him off the ropes and backs up, then lifts Prescott into the air and slams him face first into the cage.

Covert Jay: Cage shot!

Vinegar: Prescott slumps to the mat, and Hastings stomps on his chest, then puts his foot on the bottom rope, Hastings useing the top rope for leverage and he leaps in the air, landing right on Prescott’s leg!

Lieberjosch: Hastings, using what’s available to him to pick apart the former champion!

Vinegar: Hastings sets the leg back up and does it a second time, then goes to set it up a third time, but Prescott grabs his leg and pulls him down into an ankle lock!

Lieberjosch: You can’t climb the cage if your legs don’t work!

Vinegar: Hastings manages to kick him away, but he is clearly in some pain. Prescott gets up and goes to a corner, then starts to climb up the side of the cage.
Lieberjosch: Go stop him!

Vinegar: Hastings manages to get up and limps over, giving chase up the side of the cage.

Lieberjosch: He’s almost there!

Vinegar: Prescott reaches the top, but Hastings starts pulling on his leg!

Lieberjosch: Prescott tries to kick him away and almost loses his balance, now he‘s sitting in the corner on the top of the cage!

Covert Jay: Jewel shot!

Vinegar: Hastings with a low blow, nothing that Glenn Burke can do about it on the outside, and now Hastings climbs up so that he is standing on the top of the cage, and starts punching Prescott repeatedly in the face.

Lieberjosch: Hastings rains down blow after blow to Prescott, hold on, Prescott is reaching up!

Vinegar: JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK!!!!!

Lieberjosch: Prescott just powerbombed Hastings off the top of the cage, all the way to the ring below!

Vinegar: And Prescott loses his balance and falls in too!

Covert Jay: He tried to grab the cage on the way down, but his momentum slammed him into the wall of the cage and he falls down to the mat, and both men are down, neither has been very ninja!

Vinegar: Prescott is eventually the first to his feet, and he slowly pulls Hastings up…

Lieberjosch: But Hastings grabs him suddenly and hits a belly to belly suplex!

Vinegar: Hastings staggering, looks like , then walks to a corner and starts fiddling with the turnbuckle, what is he doing?

Covert Jay: Fiddling with the turnbuckle, you said it yourself.

Vinegar: Hastings keeps at it, and it looks like he has disconnected the second rope from the turnbuckle.

Lieberjosch: He’s walking now to the next corner and disconnects the other side of the rope.

Covert Jay: He’s gonna rope him a steer.

Vinegar: Now Hastings balances himself on the top rope and ties one end of the rope to the cage, looks like about halfway up.

Lieberjosch: He finishes securing the knot just as Prescott pulls his legs out from under him, dropping the champion by his neck on the top rope!

Vinegar: Hastings manages to land on his feet but staggers around, and Prescott grabs him to set up a gut wrench, but Hastings pivots and twists, lifts Prescott!

Cm: DESTINY’S CALL!!!!

Vinegar: Both men are down!

Lieberjosch: But it is the resilience of the World Heavyweight Champion that we see, he’s been flung from the top of the cage, but he doesn’t give in!

Covert Jay: He’s even motivated to redesign the ring!

Lieberjosch: The championship might not be on the line tonight, but there is a ton of pride at stake.

Vinegar: Hastings makes it to his feet first and staggers towards the side.

Lieberjosch: But Prescott gets up and spears him from behind!

Vinegar: Prescott staggering up now, limping a bit, but he steadies himself and starts to climb the cage.

Lieberjosch: But Hastings makes it to his feet, he picks up the unattached end of the rope and gets underneath Prescott, quickly tying it around the ankle of his injured leg!

Vinegar: Prescott kicks him away, continuing to climb.

Covert Jay: This can’t possibly end well.

Vinegar: Prescott reaches the top, then sits down on the top of the cage and goes to undo the rope.

Lieberjosch: But Hastings charges full speed and slams his body into the cage, and Prescott falls to the outside!

Pbp: The rope stops his fall and Prescott is dangling on the outside of the cage!

Lieberjosch: Listen to that scream from Prescott, the strain clearly causing more damage to his already hurting.

Vinegar: Hastings climbs up the cage as Prescott tries frantically to undo reach the knot, he reaches the top of the cage just as Prescott manages to grab it!

Lieberjosch: But Hastings shakes the rope, Prescott loses his grip!

Vinegar: Hastings uses the rope to pull Prescott up!

Lieberjosch: But when he gets close enough Prescott kicks Hastings in the leg with his free leg, and Hastings lets him go!

Vinegar: Hastings falls into the cage, but manages to grab the side and hold on, grimacing in pain as he slams into it!

Lieberjosch: And Prescott screams out again as the rope catches and hurts his leg!

Vinegar: Hastings climbs back up and over the top of the cage,.

Covert Jay: Prescott’s undoing the knot!

Vinegar: Hastings sees it and lets go!

Lieberjosch: Both men in freefall, both crashing to the ground!!

Vinegar: Who won the match?

Lieberjosch: Hastings!

Covert Jay: Prescott!

Vinegar: Glenn Burke thinking about it, staring at both men as they lie motionless on the ground.

Lieberjosch: He’s talking now with Mitchell Dennis and Claude de Rhombus.

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…DECLAN PRESCOTTTTTT!!!!

Vinegar: Prescott gets the victory, he defeats Donovan Hastings here tonight!

Lieberjosch: In the past few weeks Prescott has defeated Travis Pierce in dominating fashion, now he defeats the World Heavyweight Champion, he just might be the hottest he’s ever been, going into the biggest match of his entire career!

Vinegar: It’s two weeks away, we’ll see you next week!

[Lord Hastings]

Credits

Opener
DJS

Gabrielle vs Calypso
Hastings

Cross-Hemisphere Championship
T-Rob

Six Person Chaos Coop
JK

Triple Threat
Hastings

Travis Roberts Speaks
T-Rob

Tyvola's Return
Tyvola

Main Event
Hastings

[Jet Somers]

:-(

[Declan Prescott]

Lol. Fail.

[Orgabsmic]

Fail rhymes with snail...

Good show otherwise!

[Red Bull Icon]

I don't know what hurt the show worse. My lack of proof reading, the missing match writer, or TRobs promo. Eh, at least I expect something to come out of two of those.

And now I'm distracted by Gabby's sig. Looks really wierd on the left. Like her head is puffy but solid. Like some kinda expanding foam adhesive.

And if one man (Hastings this week) is gonna get 3 matches to write can I get an explanation why recaps are such a bad idea?

And it's good to be back... again.

['The Cyclone' JK]

oh fuck =|

sorry I didn't write it up, year 12 just has me swamped, and it's getting more important as it's the final year.

writing it up now.

[Sheena Ramone]

As long as it's done.
Great show considdering though

[Declan Prescott]

Nov 23, 2010 0:14:13 GMT -5 Red Bull Icon said:

And if one man (Hastings this week) is gonna get 3 matches to write can I get an explanation why recaps are such a bad idea?

Because Gordy said so.

JK, I confused. I thought Queensland finished year 12 last week?