Synergy #48 Results - September 12th, 2011

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

The words 'Previously Recorded' flash across the screen as the afternoon suns shines into the UGWC parking lot. Dashing Duncan Ryder and Ballistic Johnny Blake walk to the large heavy double doors of the employee entrance.

Ryder: C'mon. We'll ask Ol' Bob together.

Blake: Together? No you mean you'll stand there like a twat needing a good poke after telling Ooley that 'Johnny boy's been thinking a bit...'

Ryder: OH, one time!?

The Thames Valley Hit Squad ender the building, and no sooner than the door swings shut Ballistic Johnny Blake flies back to whence he came. A large massive wet footprint on his chest. The unidentified cameraman rushes to the portal, flings it open, and sees Dashing Duncan laying face down into an equipment case. The wooden box splintered and broken. Ryder Magus'ed with cruel power and hate. We can just see Mary-Joanna turning a corner away from us.

MJ: What now?

Tyvola: WE WAIT!

MJ: 'Should have know.

We cut now to a shot of the sold out UGWC arena floor for the introduction of this weeks Synergy.

Vinegar: Ladies and gentleman, it's time for another episode of UGWC!

Covert Jay: Gonna be a good one!

Lieberjosch: I wouldn't exactly call one or two diamonds in a large heap of garbage to be "good", and-Ohhh, is that whiney, underwhelming soft rock theme a sign of the opening match already?

Vinegar: Say what you will about his musical tastes, the young man 'Enigma' has a huge chance ahead of him here tonight! Tonight, three competitors have a chance to go to Battlegrounds. All they have to do, is win this match!

Covert Jay: Mexican Standoff!

Lieberjosch: This hardly qualifies, you birdbrained delusional fool. Oh look, there he is up there, that pointless and worthless "Title" strapped around his waist. Let's hope he emulates Owen Hart here-OWW!

As Vinegar feels the need to land a solid straight punch to Hans' ear, Enigma leaps off the rafters at the "fly" cue, soon finding his way to a turnbuckle to massive, massive cheers at this crazy stunt. After unhooking the wire and raising his CWA Title high for all screaming fans to see, "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin hits and the fans erupt into an even heavier bout of cheering.

Covert Jay: Man of two worlds!

Vinegar: Formerly 'The English Enigma' now 'The Southern Gent', There has got to be a lot on Medos' mind going into this match! But one cannot deny the man's natural athleticism, and I feel, his technical prowess. A former Spotlight, Television, and even World Heavyweight Champion and-

Lieberjosch: Let me stop you there before your nose stains that way permanently, Nicholas. All of those oh so impressive championship wins were one time bouts only, and from lesser companies than the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition. When it comes to the big leagues, he's only captured our garbage belt! That piece of trash isn't fit for the janitors who work here!

Covert Jay: NBK's holding the belt.

Lieberjosch: Well that's different, that's-

Covert Jay: Oh damn, Medos got Ninja'd!

Vinegar: Well that's disgusting! The third entry, Abigail Knight, just ran down the ramp, and introduced a lead pipe to 'The Southern Gent's' skull!

Lieberjosch: And know a mean front dropkick to the man's temple when he's on one knee. Look at the other side of his face smashing into the barricade, I rather admire her efficiency!

Covert Jay: Here comes Enigma! Oh snap!

Vinegar: Abby going for a swing with that pipe, but Down Under's Best High Flyer just grabbed that pipe away and threw it aside. The bell hasn't rung yet, this is all legal right now! Now he's grabbing her arm, Irish Whip to the ringpost!

Covert Jay: She's a Ninja Woman! Ran up the post, moonsault at Enigma! CAUGHT HER!

Lieberjosch: This fool is as comfortable using power moves as Michael Jackson was recording "Man in the Mirror", does he seriously think this isn't going to backfire on him? Look at him, trying to run her skull into that same ringpost, but predictably she worms out behind him at the last minute. What wrestling fan hasn't seen THAT play out a million times before?

Vinegar: The young man clearly out of it, staggering a bit and clutching the barricade for support. Abby looking between him and Medos, who is still up on the ramp trying to get his barings straight, and Knight chooses her target!

Lieberjosch: This is smart strategy, my repetitive colleagues, she's not letting either of them play possum and trick her later on.

Covert Jay: She's running, hops up on the barricade, Shinobi Balance! Beautiful Senton-

Vinegar: NO! Medos rises up, lets the small of her back hit his shoulder, but grabs her and drops her down! That modified powerbomb of his, letting her neck and shoulders hit that ramp and she looks like she's out cold, already!

Lieberjosch: Medos, proving he's a bit man now, grabbing her hair, and making her crawl on her knees to the ring. Why not just pick her up and save the added, unwarranted humiliation?

Vinegar: I don't think it's intentional, partner, he's got her hair with his left hand, that right shoulder probably in pain from that Senton of hers. He's hoisting her up more and rolling her in, yeah, he's favoring that shoulder a little. Sliding in, with the cover.

Hazel East: 1!

2!

Covert Jay: Sneak attack! Enigma leapt off the ropes like a superhero there, great job breaking it up!

Lieberjosch: Medos getting up groggily, the illegal immigrant and liar didn't think he'd actually have to work for this, look at the look in his eyes.

Vinegar: Please just stop, Hans. Enigma with a knife-edged chop, but Medos with one of his own! Enigma doesn't let this turn into a battle, kick to the midsection, Twist of Fate!

Covert Jay: He wasn't able to add any variations to it, but driving a man's head into the mat is usually a good momentum breaker.

Lieberjosch: This is a rare moment where I'll agree with you, Jay, but a better momentum breaker is a kick to your throat as soon as you get up. Abigail Knight is still in this!

Vinegar: After that Savate Kick to the Australian's throat, "The Devil's Daughter" stepping in, GTFS! Enigma takes another strike to his throat, and he'll be lucky if any bones in his face aren't broken after that!

Covert Jay: Shinobi Girl's goin' up top! SWANTON BOMB! IT CONNECTS, TOO!

Lieberjosch: The resourceful and tactical competitor makes the pin!

Hazel East: 1!

Tw-

Vinegar: Enigma kicks out, as Medos just now begins to stir. These long series of attacks to the head have clearly taken a toll on 'The Southern Gent!'

Lieberjosh: It makes me sad that a girl as clearly smart as Abigail didn't think to hook the leg. That's Article 4, right there!

Covert Jay: Dog ate her homework!

Vinegar: She's clearly a bit frustrated here, bounces off the ropes, baseball slide to the face of Enigma, he's been busted open! Knight back to her feet, noting Medos slowly pulling himself up to his feet by way of the turnbuckle, could we be seeing the Knightmare, here?

Lieberjosch: It's like he has no idea where he is, finally gets to his feet, Abs jumps up!

Covert Jay: Possum Style!

Vinegar: Medos throws a back elbow, catches Knight in the face! She falls and he goes for a standing Moonsault! Cover, WITH hooking the legs!

Lieberjosch: Ahh, but before even a one count she grabs at the ropes firmly, he has to let go!

Covert Jay: He stands up, hit with a reverse DDT! Abigail to her feet, Enigma off the ropes, FIRELIGHTER!

Vinegar: Medos behind him though, Enigma turns around, and Medos tries for that Transatlantic Trouble, Enigma with the Desparado, both men are down! All three competitors are down, Hazel East looking a little unsure of what to do...after a moment, she starts a triple count.

Lieberjosch: Come on, Abigail, you can do it. You can do it! Jay, what do you think?

Hazel East: 1!

Covert Jay: I got Enigma on this one, what do you think?

Vinegar: Enigma didn't get all of that kick, but any attempt to rise causes him to collapse. Abigail landed on her face and is nursing both of her legs, she's lucky they didn't break from that move of Enigma's. She's fighting past it, starts crawling, Medos hasn't moved.

Hazel East: 2!

Lieberjosch: Ohhh, you're on, look at her, look at her, she's a little spitfire! COME ON, MAKE THE COVER!

Covert Jay: She's looking hurt, Enigma'll be fine if he clears his head. Let's go, let's go, come on...

Vinegar: Look at her grit her teeth, she's fighting through the pain, inching closer to the still unconscious Medos, these fans are on their feet!

Hazel East: 3!

Lieberjosch: LET'S GO, ABBY, LET'S GO, I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS DAMMIT!

Hazel East: 4!

Covert Jay: Uh oh. Hey Hans, I was just kidding, man...

Hazel East: 5!

Vinegar: Hazel's count broken as Abigail crawls forward, and makes the pin! East with the count!

Hazel East: One!

Two!

Three-KICKOUT!

Vinegar: MEDOS SHOWING HE HAS THE HEART OF A LION STILL, AND LISTEN TO THESE FANS!

Lieberjosch: NO! NO! NO!

Covert Jay: Ha ha, I was just kidding about just kidding.

Vinegar: Abigail can't believe it, she's fighting her way to her feet, is she going to try something big here? A stomp to Medos' skull, then a kick to his jaw, this is needless! She's walking to the ropes, exits to the apron, she's waiting!

Lieberjosch: She clearly wanted him to wake up, Nicholas, he's getting to his knees, then one, she springs off!

Covert Jay: NINJA COUNTER!

Vinegar: Abigail was going for Southern Hospitality, and somehow, Medos leapt up and turned it into that corkscrew neckbreaker he calls, Spinning to Defeat! Abby hit that mat at an unnatural angle and no matter her behavior, I am concerned for her wellbeing after that! Medos with the pin.

Hazel East: One!

TWO!

THREE-KICKOUT!

Lieberjosch: OH THANK GOD, SHE'S STILL IN THIS! SHE CAN PULL IT OFF, I KNOW SHE-

Vinegar: I don't know about that, Medos pulling her up, she doesn't look to have much more in the tank. He puts her in position, and a devastating Falling Future, he keeps her cradled for the pin, Enigma just now getting to his feet, he's got no idea where he is.

Hazel East: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ringbell: DING DING DING! SUCK MY DICK!

Vinegar: Not now, ringbell, because these three competitors just fought a hell of a battle! Medos bleeding from his mouth, Enigma bleeding from his forehead, and all three of them might possibly have concussions after that! But only one of them got the prize, a chance to go into the absolute mayhem that is Battleground!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Before our next match gets underway, we wanted to give you a quick update on the condition of Creative Director Moss Edwards. He was of course beaten viciously last week by a group of twenty youths in black hoodies calling themselves the Flash Mob.

Jay: Probably more of Prince Rudo's crazies.

Vinegar: Well, I have spoken with Roxy Malone who assures me that Moss is recovering quickly in the comfort of their apartment, which magically transports from New York to Los Angeles along with the rest of our facilities. What we don't know is why the Creative Director was targeted.

The tribal beat of Kanye West “Power” erupts over the arena, and the royal crest takes its place on the GlobalTron.

Vinegar: But we might just get some answers here very soon.

Sir Roland, Ymir the Giant, Pierrot, and the Natural Born Killer all step out onto the ramp, followed by Sebastian who holds a microphone.

Sebastian: Our glorious ruler was originally scheduled to appear here this week and deliver another astounding performance, but accusations of misdoings in His name have upset Him and He refuses to appear before your inculpatory eyes. The Prince's Killer will perform in His stead, but first He has prepared the following statement.

The lights come down and the crest gives way to a close up on the blood red metallic letters RUDO currently emblazoned across the CH Title. Unlike his usual promo, where the words spill out languidly, these ones are sharp and breathy.

Rudo: Once again, I have proven to be the vanguard, the pinnacle of this industry, the one who finally brings the world forward. I am the one who has broken the stale confines that your puny Cro-Magnon minds have boxed wrestling into. And once again, when the sheep try to follow me, they simply don't have the same finesse.

The Flash Mob. It's very quaint. Twenty bored affluent Caucasians get a text from a mysterious mastermind, or so he thinks he is, but I digress, and go to Hot Topic together to buy matching hoodies and do his bidding. You tell twenty young white kids to go beat up a bureaucrat? Do you realize that at my merest whim, hundreds of people of all ages creeds and races leap into action, doing what is necessary to progress the world, or as I proved last week, tear it apart. They hang on my every word, are you ready for that responsibility? You may soon find that the crown does indeed hang heavy.

Yes. Sovereignty does indeed bring its perks. Money. Prestige. Fame. The ability to indulge my scholarly pursuits and perform my experiments. And the power, that's a good one. But there are also responsibilities, chief among those the protection and AVENGING of those under me. And through twenty proxies you have lain your hands on a member of my Circle. When I came to this federation, I granted Moss Edwards entry into my sanctum, and while he may have outgrown his usefulness to me, I never excommunicated him. So very soon, know that I will expose you for who you really are, and I will show to you and the whole world what happens to someone who tries to strike against me.

Lieberjosch: I knew those Flash Mobbers weren't associated with Prince Rudo, but did anyone ask me? Of course not.

“How to Make a Monster”

The Natural Born Killer seperates himself from the Circle and marches down to the ring.

Dennis: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the Naturaaaal Booooorn Kiilleeeer!

“The Crimson Ghost”

The Crimson Ghost runs out of the entryway and gestures to the members of the Circle that he wants a high five. They all simply stare at him until he shrugs and continues down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and runs over to jump onto the top of the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd.

Dennis: And his opponent, the Criiiiimssssssoooooooon Ghooooooost!

Vinegar: Crimson Ghost makes his way over to the opposite post, playing to the crowd and they are still showing their appreciation for his return.

Lieberjosch: No such appreciation from NBK, who pulls the Ghost's foot out and causes him to crash face first into the top turnbuckle!

Vinegar: And Brian Chartreuse calls for the bell to begin this contest. Remember that even though the Killer is Chaos Champion, this is a standard rules match. But a victory for Crimson Ghost could put him right into contention for the title.

Lieberjosch: Crimson Ghost is in the Battlegrounds match, he should focus on that instead of the third-tier belt.

Vinegar: You want to go up there and tell NBK he has the third-tier belt?

Jay: HEY KILLER! HANS THINKS YOUR BELT SUCKS!

Vinegar: The Most Dangerous Rumour has followed up his opening salvo by knocking Ghost to the mat and is stomping a proverbial mudhole in the luchadore. Ghost trying to get back to his feet, and NBK lifts him up by the head from behind, that looks like a choke hold to me, Hans.

Lieberjosch: Killer is probably trying to apply a sleeper hold, but he's not the most technically proficient wrestler on the roster.

Jay: HEY KILLER! HANS THINKS YOU CAN'T WRESTLE!

Lieberjosch: I hate you so much.

Vinegar: NBK transitions into a sleeper slam, uranage style. And catching the Crimson Ghost with a big boot as he gets up.

Lieberjosch: Mr Skullhead is having a hard time getting out of the gate on this one, he's just taking punishment.

Vinegar: Well long-time GIW viewers can tell you that the Crimson Ghost is not just fun and games in the ring, he can take and deal out pain as good as anyone else.

Lieberjosch: Well there's some more for him, NBK shoves him into the corner and unleashes some rights and lefts, using him as a punching bag.

Vinegar: Chatreuse making him step back, and Ghost slumps down to the mat. Killer coming back forward, grabs him by the legs and lifts him straight into the air!

Lieberjosch: That's the strength of the demented, Nicholas.

Jay: Then you'd think we'd have a lot more superstrong people walking around here.

Vinegar: Ghost deposited straight down onto his head, a vicious powerbomb variation there. And now the Killer is making some distance.

Lieberjosch: That's indicative of....Jay?

Jay: RUMOUR HAS IT!

Vinegar: Killer charges, but Crimson Ghost leapfrogs over and delivers a swift kick to the backside! Now ducks a left hook and retaliates with an enziguri that staggers NBK. He tries to follow up with a hook of his own, but it's caught, and another hand shoots out to his neck, Natural Born Killer with a chokeslam! Hans, what kind of changes have you noticed in the Killer since joining the Vicious Circle?

Lieberjosch: He definitely has a focus that wasn't always present before, and that definitely makes him even that much more dangerous. He follows the Ghost to the mat and delivers some hard headbutts before going for the pin.

1

2

Kick out!

Vinegar: Both men quick to their feet, Killer catches the Ghost with a right hand. And Ghost shrugs it off? Another right hand. Ghost shaking his head. And now he's stomping around the ring?

Jay: Oh my lord. HE'S HULKING UP!

Vinegar: Indeed he is, The Crimson Ghost is convulsing as he draws power from the crowd.

Jay: And a finger thrust into the face of the Killer. YOOOOUUU! The Ghost winding up...it's a noogie!

Lieberjosch: Oh you are shitting me.

Vinegar: The Ghost has NBK by the head and is driving his fist into the top of his head while running him in circles around the ring, and finally bulldogs him into the mat. Now hitting Killer with a dropkick! Killer back to his feet, gets hit with another dropkick. The Ghost is signaling for one more, and he hits it too!

Lieberjosch: But the Ghost spends too much time playing to the audience after each move, he's letting the Killer regain his breath. And it comes back to bite him in the ass right there, as NBK catches him out of nowhere with a spinebuster!

Vinegar: Now stalking him, the Killer is looking to unleash some screams, getting into position for that elevated camel clutch. But the Ghost reaches back to grab his legs and rolls through! He ends up on top of the Killer in an inverted Boston crab!

Jay: He's very flexible, must be how he fits inside vending machines so well.

Lieberjosch: The Killer reaches the ropes and breaks the hold. And Ghost again takes too much time celebrating his reversal, instead of staying on the Killer.

Jay: RUMOUR HAS IT AGAIN!

Vinegar: Wait, Ghost reverses!

Lieberjosch: With what?!

Jay: SMAAAAALLLL PAAAACKAAAGE! JUST LIKE THE DRAGON!

1!

2!


3!

Dennis: Here is your winner, The CRIIIIIMSOOOOOOON GHOOOOOOOST!

Jay: Never doubt the power of the roll up.

Vinegar: The Crimson Ghost proves that he is still one of the craftiest competitors in the industry, how will that serve him in the Battleground match?

Lieberjosch: Speaking of Battleground, up next we're going to see JK and The Talk of the Town in a qualifier match.

Jay: I like Nick's seques better.

Lieberjosch: Quiet you.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: It's time for the third match of the night. Our second qualifier tonight for the 2011 Battleground match.

The lights flicker to green and gold as in the veins of death valley kicks in. JK walks through the curtain and out onto the entrance way, to a loud chorus of booing, which seems to be emulating JK sombre mood. JK looks up at the fans as he holds up an open hand, queuing fireworks to go off in set locations around the arena.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Battleground Qualification match! Introducing first! JaaaaaaaaayKaaaaaaaay!!!

Vinegar: Despite JK's long tenure with both GIW and UGWC he is yet to qualify for a Battleground match. Could this be his year?

Lieberjosch: I believe so. JK has come a long way in the last year.

JK continues down to the ring, looking out upon the sea of former fans, with many in the front row not even holding their hands out. JK slides into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and doing signature five finger pose.

Dennis: And his opponent...!

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 crescendos, 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 (TM) slung across his shoulders.

Dennis: Alan Fernaaaandeeeeeez!!!

Vinegar: Alan Fernandez can't feel too great about the events of last week.

Jay: Treacherous bastard ninja.

Vinegar: He'd put a lot of faith in Jet Somers over recent weeks. I'm sure it was hard for him to see Jet through in his lot with the HRD.

Lieberjosch: Oh he should have seen it coming.

Vinegar: Like I suppose you did.

Lieberjosch: Of course.

Vinegar: Just chose to never mention it right?

Lieberjosch: I thought you'd worked it out yourself.

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 crescendos into the chorus for the first time, he raises his Mallet Of Doom (TM) 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.

Vinegar: We'll see Alan's partner Phrixus Deimos face off against Somers later but now this one looks ready to go.

Lieberjosch: Oh yeah, just change the subject.

Ding! Ding!

Vinegar: Alan Fernandez wasting no time. JK's barely to his feet after getting back in the ring before the Talk stands clubbing blows down on his neck and back, already driving him into the corner.

Lieberjosch: It seems this stuff with Jet may well be effecting him mentally.

Vinegar: Are you surprised?

Lieberjosch: Yes. I thought a veteran like Fernandez would know better then to let it do that.

Jay: Sometimes it's not about letting it. It just happens.

Vinegar: Fernandez straightening JK up and chopping to the chest now. You can hear those strikes landing from out here.

Jay: Unless you're a ninja.

Lieberjosch: Ninja's are deaf?

Jay: No, I mean ninjas don't let stuff get to them. Nick just interrupted me.

Vinegar: I apologise. Fernandez just whipped JK across the ring and followed up with a running clothesline. Whipped across a second time...

Lieberjosch: Doing the same thing twice in a row. Always clever.

Vinegar: JK able to float over a second charge.

Lieberjosch: Told you.

Vinegar: JK with a forearm shot to the back of the head of Fernandez followed up with a back suplex. Floats over into a cover.

1!

Vinegar: Quick kick out by Fernandez though. JK quickly to his feet and stomping down on his opponent. Fernandez fighting through to get to his feet and JK whips him across the ring. Fernandez rebounds into a dropkick. JK now heading up top.

Lieberjosch: No-one ever listens to me!

Vinegar: Diving elbow, gets nothing but mat.

Lieberjosch: Why do I bother?

Vinegar: Fernandez able to roll out of the way. JK nursing that elbow as Fernandez pulls him to his feet. A few clubbing blows on the way up and a t-bone suplex to go back down. JK rolls away under the ropes to the outside.

Lieberjosch: At least he listens to something I've said. If you look it up you'll find Article 27 is a fine piece on the tactical benefits on falling back and regrouping.

Vinegar: Also known as running away. Fernandez gets to the ropes and JK pulls his feet out from under him but the Talk counters with a boot to JK's face from his back that has sent the Aussie Superstar staggering right into our desk.

Jay: I love it when it gets up close.

Vinegar: JK quick to recover though as Fernandez gets out to the floor and lands a boot to the gut then slams his head into our desk.

Lieberjosch: Careful! You're spilling my coffee!

Vinegar: JK slings Fernandez back into the ring and climbs up onto the apron.

Jay: Ninja recovery!

Vinegar: Fernandez quickly to his feet and swings at JK. The Aussie Superstar blocks it though and guillotines Fernandez over the top rope. Fernandez staggers back and JK is quickly back onto the apron. Slingshot, springboards into a hurricanrana. Holds it for the cover.

1!

2!

Vinegar: Hazel East onto gets to two.

Lieberjosch: JK's taken full control of this match now though.

Vinegar: JK pulling Fernandez back to his feet again. Landing some hard body shots. Hoists him up- Eye of the Storm! Here's another cover!

1!

2!

Vinegar: Still only two and JK isn't happy. He's pulling Fernandez up onto his shoulders.

Lieberjosch: Could be the the Cyclone.

Vinegar: But Fernandez able to wriggle free and lands behind him. Front Russian Legsweep.

Lieberjosch: JK elbows out.

Vinegar: Counter from the Aussie Superstar who runs to the ropes. Springboards...Flying Debris! No, Fernandez rolls under it. Comes up with a boot to the gut of JK. Goes for a powerbomb! JK gets loose and lands on his feet. Ducks a clothesline from Fernandez, school boy roll up!

Jay: He's got the trunks!

1!

2!

3!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Dennis: Here is your winner and the fourth qualifier for Battleground 2011! Jaaay Kaaaaaaay!!!

Vinegar: JK wins it and advances to his first Battleground match though I'm not impressed by his methods.

Lieberjosch: If grabbing a little trunk on the roll up is the worst thing he does you should consider yourself lucky.

Vinegar: It's still cheating but that's the kind of thing we've come to expect from JK these days unfortunately. It's six man-

Jay: And woman.

Vinegar: Five man and a woman match as the Human Resources Department take on former member Gabrielle, Alex Kiseragi-

Jay: DRAGOOON!!!

Vinegar: And Steven Stone. Don't go anywhere.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

"Headstrong" by Trapt blares through the PA system, and Steven Stone appears from the curtain after a few moments. He looks around, clearly nervous, but a smile on his face from the cheers for the young man.

Vinegar: There he is, 6'5, 250 pounds, he's got the athleticism and the tenacity to really make it in this business, if he could just find his confidence. He's one to watch, folks.

Covert Jay: Brave Little Toaster!

Lieberjosch: Yes, yes, plucky little underdog, we've all heard the same tired story time and time again. But this isn't Rocky, and for all of his so-called "gifts", this no doubt secretely twisted little nutjob hasn't done anything but earn a whole load of losses. I'm waiting to give a damn about the kid, and he consistently shows me why I shouldn't bother week after week.

Stone's theme ends, and "Teahouse" by Juno Reactor hits. Kiseragi steps out briskly to the drum-heavy theme, pointing quickly at the screaming fans. He acknowledges their adoration, but he's got his head on his shoulders right now. Two roundhouse kicks, two pyros, and a larger one as he backflips, landing in the splits.

Lieberjosch: And here's his partner, the yawn worthy Alex Kiserag-

Covert Jay: DRAGONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Lieberjosch: Would you stop standing on the table? And quit pointing at him, you're blocking the lights, I'm trying to get some notes done!

Vinegar: It is a little obnoxious, I have to admit. But what isn't obnoxious is the look of determination, on the face of The Dragon, Alex Kiseragi!

Lieberjosch: Alright, he's in the ring now...I feel bad for the one carrying these two sorry excuses for wrestlers. She's on cue to walk out here any minute now...

Proving the Doctor right, 'What you Want' by KHZ bleeds in slowly, Gabrielle Maddison Montgomery sways out, giving the fans and cameras a sly smile that speak nothing of the betrayal she received yesterday.

Vinegar: There she is. Feel how you want about her, say what you will about her lifestyle, in my eyes she's a wrestler first, and she's sacrificed almost everything to prove she can compete in the UGWC. The most dominant GiW Women's Champion around, eventually relinquishing the belt to set her sights on the big prize, what was then the GiW Global Championship. Although she didn't win, she competed against champion Travis Roberts in a Japanese Deathmatch, complete with barbed wire ropes, C4 Exploding Turnbuckles, weapons galore and to top it off, timed explosions. She has given her blood, her comfort, and now she's been stabbed in the damn back by Robert Ooley and his 'Human Resources Department'. And she might look calm and composed, but I'll bet to you that she's itching for a little payback here tonight.

Gabrielle by now has made it to the apron, adjusting her top, and crawls through the ropes, finally standing and, as the lights return to normal and the music fades a little, winks at the camera. There between Kiseragi and Steven Stone, she looks at the ramp, awaiting the arrival of the enemy. And as Chris Cornell sings that rockin' theme of Pierce's...he does. Travis comes out with a wide smile on his face, arms outstretched like he's being welcomed back into Sparda after fending for himself. He looks with a smirk at all the booing fans, ignoring an empty plastic beer cup bouncing harmlessly off his chest. He then looks at Gabrielle, and his smile brightening...gives a wave at her, saying words that aren't picked up by the cameras.

Vinegar: And there HE is, a charismatic speaker and a hell of a competitor, who before last week I thought I could respect. He beat seven other competitors, including now-World Champion Tyvola, and Gabrielle herself. It was a grueling test of stamina and heart, and that man showed he had what it took to survive, to win, and the fact that such a man would stoop to such a horrendous low as he did, makes me absolutely sick. He can justify it with his friends all he likes, but he knows the truth of what he did. At least I hope.

Lieberjosch: Well, you see, Nicholas, the truth-

Vinegar: What's the truth, Hans? Where do you stand?

Lieberjosch: ...

Covert Jay: Armor piercing question! No pun intended...

Travis stays there at the end of the ramp, and 'Quick Dead' by the Transplants let the fans know that the Thames Valley Hit Squad are on their way! Johnny Blake storms down the ramp looking more pissed than usual, still with a faded boot print on his chest. Duncan Ryder follows behind, foregoing his usual taunts due to the bandages on his nose, and the beginnings of a black eye. Still, he doesn't look as livid as his smaller tag partner.

Covert Jay: Blitzkrieg!

Vinegar: Johnny Blake wasting no time, sliding under the ring and bullrushing Gabrielle in the center, Stone and Kiseragi grab him and throw him off, but he landed at least one punch! Gabrielle right back up, and I think he's just pissed her off!

Lieberjosch: Of course, Gabrielle's got a heart of a champion...like you said. If anyone can win this, it's her!

Vinegar: And what about Travis? Are you saying he doesn't have what it takes?

Lieberjosch: Stop putting words in my mouth! No, I...well, err...

Covert Jay: Guys, relax. I'll Ninja this with the tranquility of a Shaolin Monk. Alright, Stone and Ryder to start us off...Ok, they lock up, vying for position, right? Ok, yeah, so...they're doing it..c'mon, guys, do something. C'mon...

...

Come on, kick somebody. This is boring! COME ON, SOMEONE DO SOME-

Vinegar: Ok, thank you for trying, I'll take over if that's alright. Nothing about this is boring, folks, Duncan Ryder putting his strength and technique up against Steven Stone, Stone is 6'5, 250, outweighing Ryder by 10 pounds, Ryder IS injured, but we don't know if that's playing a part right now. Obviously not, as Ryder tricks Stone into pressing forward, then 'retreats' and takes Stone down with a quick armdrag. Stone back up, back down with a snapmare. Ryder back down, gets Stone with a chinlock, pressing that knee against the rookie's spine for leverage.

Lieberjosch: Early in and Stone's already grounded and in trouble. I'm a Gabrielle fan if ever there was one, but having Stone on her team couldn't have been anything but a punishment.

Covert Jay: Hey guys, Gabby's facing away from us on the apron...she clearly works out, god it's so firm...

Vinegar: Jay....please. Kiseragi is slapping the turnbuckle, trying to encourage the young man, Gabrielle looking on, worried...Stone turning, trying to get away from that knee in his spine...he turns sideways, slipping out of the immediate pain, but he's still held by Ryder. Grabbing Duncan's ankle, he fights out of it, stands up! Ryder hopping on one foot, off balance, Stone is giving the audience a smile, I think he's wondering what to do now-

Covert Jay: ENZIGURI! SOMEONE FINALLY GOT KICKED!

Lieberjosch: And that's what happens when you hesitate against a superior technical wrestler who knows what the hell he's doing. Ryder rebounding against the ropes, running elbow drop against the back of Steven's neck. That's going to hurt, I'm sure. Take made to Blake.

Vinegar: Who immediately rushes in with stomps to the back of Stone's skull. Grabbing Stone, forcing him to his feet, right back down with a snap suplex, holds on to it, forces Stone up slowly, brings him back down with an authoritative neckbreaker! He grabs the leg, goes for the cover.

Sam Green: 1!

2!

Vinegar: Kiseragi breaks up the count with a running kick to the skull of Blake, runs back over ot his apron, quickly hopping over the ropes. Doesn't sit well with Blake, who nails the Dragon with a running forearm strike, knocking him off the apron. Spits at Gabrielle as he turns, The Caramel Coated Goddess rightly horrified at this.

Lieberjosch: Hey, where did her partner go? Did Alex turn tail and leave already?

Covert Jay: Where's Waldo?

Vinegar: No matter, Blake turns around into a kick to his stomach, AND A STONER SPINNER FROM STEVEN STONE! He doesn't go for the pinfall, dives over, hot tag to Gabrielle!

Covert Jay: '80s Shoutout!

Lieberjosch: She takes a risk, going up top, but it pays off! Split Legged Moonsault, hits it on Blake!

Covert Jay: Oh god, did you see how close we were to wardrobe malfunction?!

Lieberjosch: Yes indeed, friend, but nevermind that now, Gabrielle's got her back to her opponents, and is making the cover? Doesn't she know what's soon to hit?

Vinegar: Sam Green counting to one and Pierce springing to the top rope immediately, GOING FOR THE PIERCING BLOW!

Lieberjosch: NO!...YES!...oh, god...

Covert Jay: Interest of Conflict!

Vinegar: Hans here is indeed conflicted, as Gabrielle rolls out the way at the last minute, letting Travis smash into his own tag partner. He was able to adjust himself so Blake didn't get hit with the full elbow, but he got hit with enough! Pierce looking down horrified, turns around INTO A KICK, RIGHT TO HIS GROIN!

Covert Jay: That ain't right!

Vinegar: I'd say the son of a bitch had it coming! Gabrielle going for a big spinning kick, but Travis ducks it! Gabrielle off balance, spinning back around into THE TRUTH HURTS! Pierce wasn't able to get a spinning variation, but Gabby is planted on the ground, her eyes are open but she's barely moving! Blake crawling to his corner, tagging Ryder. Sam Green trying to usher Pierce out, but he isn't moving...BUT HE DOES FOR A YARI KICK! SENDS TRAVIS TO THE OUTSIDE, AND KISERAGI WITH A VAULTING PRESS TO THE DOWNED FOE!

Lieberjosch: What a blatant disregard for the rules! The Hit Squad rightly focusing their attention on this, Oh what is this, that goddamn mask should be grounds for disqualification!

Covert Jay: Oh damn, Shining Wizard to the back of Blake's head! He gets smashed into the turnbuckle chest first, Stone pivots and lands a Tornado DDT to Ryder who's still on the apron! They both get hit to the outside! THAT WAS CRAAAAZY!

Vinegar: It appears Stone, with that mask boosting his confidence, had planned to do that! After a moment he gets up and throws Ryder under the ropes, into the ring! He grabs Blake's feet, pulls him out of the ring, into the fray! And all the time, Gabrielle working to her feet...looking down at Ryder, she staggers over to him, a little woozy from that huge maneuver by Travis later...

Covert Jay: Speak of the Devil!

Lieberjosch: Pierce has clearly gotten the best of the Dragon Alex Kiseragi in that scrap outside, and hops on the ring apron-

Vinegar: RIGHT INTO A PURPLE MIST! REFEREE SAM GREEN IS FOCUSED ON TRYING TO STOP THE FIGHT BETWEEN STEVEN STONE AND JOHNNY BLAKE, HE DIDN'T SEE GABRIELLE USE THAT MOVE! PIERCE FALLING OFF THE APRON, CLAWING AT HIS EYES, RYDER TRYING TO FIGHT TO HIS KNEES!

Covert Jay: 34DD DDT!

Vinegar: Hans noticeably silent, and even from Ryder's knees, that move was enough to put the man away! After that earlier Magus by Tyvola, and just now that Tornado DDT on to the concrete outside, a third deadly drop to his head puts Ryder away, but good!

Lieberjosch: ...Green sees the cover, proceeds to...to count.

Sam Green: 1!

2!

3!!

Dennis: Here are you're winners,STTTEEEVVEENNN STOOONEE, ALLLEXX KIIISSEERRAAGGIII AND GGGGAAAAAAABBBRRRRIIIIIIEEELLLEE MOOOOONNNTTTTGGGOOOOMMMEEEERRRYY!!!

Vinegar: Gabrielle gets a modicum of revenge over her former teamates, Ole' Bob cannot be happy with that, lets see how is newest member fares against Phrixus Deimos, up next.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We've just seen Gabby get a small token of revenge over her former HRD partners, and we're now going to see if Jet Somers can deliver Robert Ooley something to smile about.

Lieberjosch: Ole' Bob won't be panicking, the TVHS were near incapacitated by Tyvola earlier in the night, that match wasn't an indication of anything important.

Vinegar: Somers won't have any excuses if he fails to defeat Phrixus Deimos in this next match, and I'm sure he wouldn't want to be explaining himself to Lois so early in his HRD career.

Lieberjosch: I'm pretty sure there is a different dynamic between Jet and Ooley, compared to the rest of the HRD. Ooley arguable made the rest of them the successes they are today, he asked Jet to be part of this due to the success he is anyway.

Vinegar: I still wouldn't want to piss him off though, and what a hell of a challenge he has on his first day in new colours, Phrixus Deimos and he have a lot of history, and I'm thinking if Jet could have chosen anyone to face first, Phrixus would have been close to the bottom of the list of preferences of the Wild Card.

“Phucking Phreak”

Dennis: The next match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring, PPPPPPHHHHHRRRRRIIIIIIXXXUUUSSS DDDEEEIIIIMMMOOOSSSS!!!

Vinegar: And you have to know that Phrixus has been looking forward to this moment for a while. For months his partner Alan Fernandez courted Jet Somers, despite the warnings from Deimos, and now he can truly let the gloves off, with no fear of retribution from his own partner.

Lieberjosch: I'm not sure Phrixus is actually scared of anything, except, possibly, his reflection.

Vinegar: He's certainly not scared of Somers, in fact he's also probably the only person outside of the HRD who weren't surprised by last weeks events. Some might say he saw this coming over a year ago, and tried to warn us all.

Covert Jay: Unfortunately for Phrixus his past history makes his forewarnings as relevant as Forewell Boding's. Clearly he sometimes gets it right, but we're all worried he might slip back into his paranoid days, you guys weren't around for them...but trust me, you think he's a freak NOW?

Vinegar: I never implied anything of the sort...

Lieberjosch: I won't imply it, I will shoot straight...he is definitely a freak, even with this company's skewed view of sanity he's one of the wierdest specimens we have.

“Everybody Down”

Dennis: Introducing next, his opponent, representing The Human Resource Department...JJJJJEEEEETTTTTT SOOOOOOOMMMMEEEERRRRSSSS!!!

Vinegar: And so it passes, and Jet Somers walks out onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the fans, as a member of a stable....and possibly the most dishonourable stable we've seen in the history of this company. I honestly never thought I'd see this happen.

Lieberjosch: He made a smart move, even a man of Jet's stature can't do everything by himself. He's tried, lord knows he's tried, we've seen him female clothing, we've seen him carrying a pain bucket around with him, he's tried a lot of things to get noticed. Who knew something as simple as shaking Ooley's hand would get him the buzz he's currently receiving. He's one of the most searched terms on Google.

Covert Jay: I think you'll find that's Astro Bummers...and for very different reasons. It's a curious niche...

Vinegar: And it wasn't a hand shake that got the buzz, it was the assault of an unsuspecting female.

Lieberjosch: The point is, with Ooley behind him he can concentrate on what he does best. He no longer has to try to get involved in the politics, which he was clearly not cut out for. All he has to worry about is stepping in that ring and continuing to be best damn athlete in this company.

Vinegar: And keeping Ooley happy. That's not exactly 'freedom', and I don't buy into your idea that Ooley 'needs' Jet so it'll be different. This is Robert Ooley, he's hardly forgiving we saw that last week.

Lieberjosch: As much as I love Gabrielle, you can't say she wasn't given any chances? She had ample opportunity to prove herself, and Ole' Bob showed plenty of forgiveness.

Vinegar: Even if I agreed with you, which I don't, what we saw last week was unnecessary, they needn't have dumped Gabby so violently.

Lieberjosch: How long have you been in this Industry? When was the last time you saw someone get fired, or demoted with just a handshake and condolences?

Covert Jay: He's right, no-one ever gets a gold watch.

Vinegar: Exactly my point, how long until Ooley does the same to Somers? His first test is up now as he and Phrixus stare each other down, Owen Peterson signals for the bell.

Ding!

Vinegar: And Phrixus wastes no time and Spears Somers to the ground, and then unloads a series of lefts and rights to his head, before being dragged off by Owen Peterson, who cautions him for hitting with a closed fist...

Covert jay: When was the last time we saw that rule enforced in a UGWC ring..

Vinegar: Regardless, Phrixus straight onto Jet as he gets to his feet, he dodges behind him and then hits a Belly-to-Back Suplex, and then slaps on a sleeper...

Lieberjosch: And quite rightly Owen Peterson recognises that it's actually a choke hold and breaks the move up, much to Deimos' displeasure. He clearly knows he has no chance of beating a superior athlete such as Jet Somers without cheating.

Vinegar: You've changed your tune, a few weeks ago you wouldn't have been saying this.

Lieberjosch: I think you'll find I would have.

Vinegar: Come on, this is a completely new mindset for you, you're like a mindless sheep, changing allegiances at the drop of a hat!

Lieberjosch: No, that's untrue. I've always hated Deimos.

Covert Jay: Jet is back on his feet guys...guys? You might want to focus on the in-ring stuff because eif you leave that kind of thing to me, without interrupting me, you get a rather intangible stream of consciousness that can border on the surreal and disturbing. Badgers riding rainbows is where it always starts for a Ninja, then, obviously, that's followed up by at least 6 ice cold cans of Cherry Cola to wash down the Ninja biscuits that were flown from the N-th Dimension on a space train piloted by wooden monkey elves...See what you mad me do. GUYS!

Vinegar: What?

Lieberjosch: What?

Vinegar: Oh...

Lieberjosch: Are you really that incapable Jay? Would it have really beent hat hard to keep your concentration for a few moments to allow the viewers who are out of the room to be aware of the fact that jet Somers masterfully switched the momentum into his favour with a series of excellent chain wrestling moves that finished with him delivering a knee to the head of an already downed Phrixus whilst holding him in a reverse sleeper...

Vinegar: Choke.

Lieberjosch: He did rather didn't he, but what do you expect from a guy wearing a towel around his head, really?

Vinegar: I mean that wasn't a reverse sleeper, it was a choke, but Peterson didn't break that hold...

Lieberjosch: No, he didn't really have a chance to did he, Jet's knee got in their first. You're as bad as the freak lying face down in the ring, everything's a conspiracy to you.

Covert jay: Wait, you weren't around when he had that gimmick?

Lieberjosch: I've learnt by Osmosis biatch, what you gonna do about it? I'll slap you upside the head, innit, ya get me?

Covert Jay: Uh?

Vinegar: Well, lets ignore Hans' strange attempt at being 'down with the kids', and focus on the fact Jet seems to have this one under control now as he hook Phrixus for a DDT....

Covert Jay: Counter!

Vinegar: Phrixus with a suplex, and a bridge pin....















1....









Lieberjosch: Kick Out!

Vinegar: Peterson was very slow to get to the canvas to make the count, and the count seemed slow to me.

Lieberjosch: Are you suggesting that should have been a three count?

Vinegar: No, but...

Lieberjosch: Then what difference does it make? Both men climbing to their feet now and lock up once again, and Phrixus somehow bests Jet and sends him to the ropes, and sends him to the floor with a chop on the way back.

Vinegar: Phrixus now going at Jet with his boot's, ensuring he stays on the floor for a moment, and then he climbs towards the top rope....CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

Covert Jay: Otherwise known as FAINTING!

Lieberjosch: KNEE'S UP!

vinegar: Phrixus clutching his midsection as he falls to the floor after the high risk didn't pay off, but he tries to quickly get to his feet...but jet is already on his...

Lieberjosch: he's already on the middle rope actually....JETSTREAMER!!!



1...






2...



3!!!

Dennis: Here is your winner....JJJJEEEETTTTT SSSSSOOOOMMMMEEERRRRRSSSS!!!

Vinegar: Jet grabbing a victory on his début representing the HRD, but that count seemed a little quick to me.

Lieberjosch: if it's not Owen Peterson doing his job by the book, your complaining about the count being too fast or too slow. Is Jet Somers standing upright in the ring, celebrating his victory?

Vinegar: Yes, but...

Lieberjosch: And is Phrixus still on the canvas?

Vinegar: Yes.

Lieberjosch: And has it taken me longer than a three count to patronise you like a small child?

Vinegar: Obviously.

Lieberjosch: And Phrixus is only just now coming around, I think my point is proven and we can just move onto the Main Event...

Vinegar: But...

Covert Jay: Let it go, maybe whoever got the Main Event will have a soft spot for you Nick.

Lieberjosch: Even Jay thinks you're making yourself look stupid, that should tell you something.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: It's been another thrilling night of action here on Synergy!

Lieberjosch: Half of the field for this year's biggest Battleground ever has been set, as we now know that Medos and 'The Cyclone' JK will be joining the Crimson Ghost and Prince Rudo in the match.

Covert Jay: Let's not forget that Tyvola will be defending the World Heavyweight Championship against Donovan Hastings, and tonight he faces off against the Lord's young apprentice, Chris Peterson!

Vinegar: And that match is our main event, and it's now!

The lights go out kicking on a red glow from under the ramp. ‘Come Together’ kicks in and Tyvola lumbers out from the back and into the ring.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, weighing in at 376 lbs and currently residing in a certain somebody's former home...

Lieberjosch: Shut it.

Dennis: He is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, the Jackal of Jwar Isle, TYYVOOLLLLAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Lieberjosch: I don't know why we need to pour salt in this wound.

Covert Jay: I don't see why this would be different than anything else.

'Ripper'

Vinegar: We probably should have expected this, Donovan Hastings accompanying Chris Peterson for this match.

Covert Jay: And there they are on the stage, Lord Hastings in his full regal attire, cloak and all, and Chris in his ring gear.

Lieberjosch: Body armor.

Covert Jay: Ring gear.

Dennis: And his opponent, being accompanied by The Lord of Pain, Donovan Hastings, currently residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 230 lbs, the Black Knight, CHRIS PEEETTERRRRSONNNNNN!!!!!

Covert Jay: The Black Knight always triumphs!

Lieberjosch: We'll see how that works out tonight.

Vinegar: Having Hastings at ringside certainly an X-Factor, makes anything possible in this match.

Covert Jay: Flying pigs?

Lieberjosch: Obviously not.

Covert Jay: Right, because a talking penguin is plausible.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Match officially underway, Peterson still wearing his armor.

Covert Jay: It's ring gear.

Vinegar: Peterson with a right hand!

Lieberjosch: Tyvola entirely unfazed.

Vinegar: And as Peterson swings with another ineffective right, Tyvola scratches at his beard and stares at the armor.

Covert Jay: Ring gear.

Lieberjosch: HEART PUNCH!!!

Vinegar: A straight right hand right into the chest of Peterson, he goes down!

Lieberjosch: And the chestplate is dented! What strength by the Bearded Bastard!

Covert Jay: It's made of tin.

Vinegar: Tyvola watching with a blank stare as Peterson coughs, holding his chest. Tyvola off the ropes.

Lieberjosch: Hastings trips him up.

Vinegar: Tyvola glares at him, Hastings professing his innocense to Glenn Burke.

Covert Jay: Tyvola turns back around, Peterson catches him in an inside cradle!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!





Vinegar: Tyvola kicks out!

Lieberjosch: Both men to their feet, but Tyvola floors Peterson with a big boot.

Vinegar: Peterson looks like he wants to take the cumbersome armor off, Hastings yelling at him not to.

Lieberjosch: Well, he could suffer a serious injury at the hands of Tyvola without the extra protection it provides.

Vinegar: It's made of tin.

Lieberjosch: You're right, better to take the impact on the skin directly.

Covert Jay: A true ninja knows not to get hit in the first place.

Lieberjosch: WRONG WAY WAR HAMMER!!!

Vinegar: Peterson ducks under it!

Covert Jay: Hastings yelling at Peterson, he's calling for a Front Facelock!

Lieberjosch: And Peterson delivers a perfect chop block to the back of the knee!

Covert Jay: And he bites the leg!

Vinegar: Leg Biter submission hold applied by Chris Peterson.

Lieberjosch: But Tyvola kicks him away!

Vinegar: Hastings has taken a bag of popcorn from a young fan in the front row.

Covert Jay: Maybe he's hungry?

Vinegar: Hastings tossing some of the popcorn into the ring, Tyvola staring at it.

Covert Jay: And the Black Knight takes advantage of the distraction with another Front Facelock!

Vinegar: Peterson steadying himself, pulling Tyvola back up.

Lieberjosch: Mistake!

Covert Jay: Magus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: Tyvola covers!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!!





THREE!!!!!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, TYVOOLLLLAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Lieberjosch: Another dominant victory for our World Heavyweight Champion!

Vinegar: Tyvola overcoming Hastings and his antics, defeating Chris Peterson here tonight!

Lieberjosch: Tyvola overcomes everything, he won at WrestleStock and two weeks ago at Outlast, he's not about to be beaten by a handful of popcorn.

Covert Jay: Not an awful strategy, though.

Vinegar: Now Tyvola eating the popcorn scattered in the ring, Hastings pulling Peterson out of the ring.

Lieberjosch: And he stares at the monster that is his fate in just a few weeks, at Battleground!

Vinegar: We'll see you next week!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Credits

Prologue
Tyvola

Abigail knight vs Enigma vs Medos
Hiro

NBK vs Crimson Ghost
Prince Rudo

Jk vs Fernandez
A-Kis

6 Man Coop
Hiro

Somers vs Deimos
T-Rob

Main Event
Donny

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Big thanks to Hiro for coming through aty the last minute, after a horrible day for both me and Steve and writing a great 6 Man Coop.

[The Crimson Ghost!]

Good shit. This pleased me.

[The Crimson Ghost!]

Oh yeah, huge apologies to Travis, and A-Kis on the side of Thames Valley. I just did not have time to write a proper match, sorry guys.

[Jet Somers]

It's interesting to see Hans on Jet's side praising him for change. Jet's going to wonder why Vinegar doesn't like him now, lol, because Jet doesn't think he's a heel. This is going to be some interesting writing.

[Orgabsmic]

Good show everythings building towards the PPV nicely.

Sept 12, 2011 21:10:23 GMT -5 The Crimson Ghost! said:

Oh yeah, huge apologies to Travis, and A-Kis on the side of Thames Valley. I just did not have time to write a proper match, sorry guys.

Was still a very good match Hiro.

['The Cyclone' JK]

Quite an entertaining show this week. All the writers should be proud
Rudo's remarks surprised me, thought he was orchestrating the Flash Mob, or is it that he just doesn't want the scruitiny with Edwards or something?
Psyched to make it to Battlegrounds, shall be an exciting match
will echo Jets comments, was quite weird to see Lieberjosch praising Jet, so used used to hearing him bag him out on an almost regular basis