Synergy #50 Results - September 26th, 2011

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition, have we got a show for you!

Lieberjosch: That's right, Travis Pierce and Natural Born Killer go at it in singles action, with Phrixus Deimos as a free sparring partner for both!

Covert Jay: Ohhh, dastardly diss!

Vinegar: Despite the "Good Doctor's" not too subtle opinion there, I think Phrixus Deimos has a fantastic chance at victory! No matter the result, we follow with a most...unusual contest of sorts.

Covert Jay: Game of Wits!

Lieberjosch: Unusual?! It's a bigger disgrace to sports entertainment than every drugged out, high-flying, chair-swinging, "extreme" piece or garbage, pardon my airquotes. If I had a wife when I heard about this, NASA would be finding her in orbit somewhere!

Vinegar: A classy guy like you, I'm not surprised. And then in our main event, all the Battleground entrants minus Pierce and one other entrant to be determined, all battle for entrance spots! It's sure to be a slugfest extravaganza, but first, our opening card!

Lieberjosch: A rather pointless contest, if you ask me. I doubt this bumbling fool Stone getting far against a faster, more dangerous, and most important of all far more professional opponent of Abigail Knight. Really, let's just wrap up, go to Pierce winning.

"Headstrong" by Trapt blairs.

Covert Jay: Lowered expectations!

Lieberjosch: Boy, you can certainly say that again. Look at this fool, a big goofy smile on his face as if he has a place of importance here. He's one botch away from injuring someone permanently. God I hate this guy!

Covert Jay: Whoah, kinda harsh.

Vinegar: Yeah, I'd say that's more than a little harsh. This kid has what it takes to succeed in this sport, he's shown a hell of a lot of heart, and it's clear that he's capable of beautifully brilliant wrestling. He's just got a few things to work out. I think he needs to find what's really within him.

"Shiner" by Deepfield starts.

Covert Jay: Ninja girl!

Vinegar: I assume she's a Ninja because she jumps a lot?

Covert Jay: Yeah, plus...look at her!

Vinegar: What? Don't tell me you're going to get with Gabrielle Montgomery, Chinatsu Chen and Abigail Knight, without any of them finding out?

Covert Jay: An impossible task for the average man, true. But those who study the Eightfold Path of the Geisha Mantis Assassin Technique know that such feats are well within their power! Mwuah ha ha ha ha ha!

Lieberjosch: Look, ok, I don't know how you got your laugh to look mis-dubbed especially as we can't see your mouth, but stroking an imaginary beard kills the effect, jackass.

Covert Jay: ...Aww. Hey look, stuff happening!

Vinegar: The bell rings and Abigail immediately charges at Steven Stone. Stone running back, clearly not ready for an immediate onslaught, but Abigail running past her foe, bouncing against the ropes, rolls, quickly getting back to her feet. Steven Stone unsure of what to make of this, Knight slowly approaching the large man.

Lieberjosch: He's only large when compared to the pencil necks who usually order our shows. In the world of UGWC, this punk is medium at best. Ha, look at him dancing away from that legkick!

Vinegar: The larger opponent dancing away from the pain of that stiff kick, right to the upper thigh. Enough of those can cause horrendous charlie horses. Stone turns back, right into a left kick to his stomach. Doubles him over, snapmare drops him to a seated position. Knight taking the opportunity to lace her fingers around his chin, smashes a knee right into the back of his neck! But she isn't going for a chinlock, grabbing his wrists, she's...she's flipping over, now standing in front of Stone, his arms wrenched up, his nose has been forced right into the mat! What is this?

Lieberjosch: I've never seen this before, but I'd describe it as a modified Cattle Mutilation...very, very innovative, very clever! Stone has absolutely no leverage to fight here, his strength advantage I'd say is absolutely negated!

Covert Jay: ...Wanna bet?

Lieberjosch: You know what, my simple-brained colleague? I think I'll take you- down, I'll take you down on that bet!

Vinegar: That might have something to do with Stone forcing his head up, trying to work his way up to one knee, twisting his wrists as Knight finds this hold a little too awkward to hold on to. Stone slips his arms out, wraps them around Knight's ankles, trips her to fall right on her face! Stone slowly working to his feet, strongly favoring both of those shoulders. He's rolling them back and forth, cringing at the pain. Knight working up to her knees, on one foot, no, Stone capitalizes with a heavy backdrop, landing her down with authority!

Lieberjosch: What an opportunistic little weasel!

Vinegar: If that had been Hastings or Pierce, you'd be hailing the sound strategy.

Lieberjosch: Coming from them, it WOULD be!

Covert Jay: God, you guys are really immature sometimes! Steven grabs Knight's ankle, rolls her over for a boring single leg crab, oh, she's got the ropes, he's gotta let go!

Vinegar: East informing Stone, who nods and lets her go, moving a bit slower, I think resting up. I don't think that's a good idea this early on. He grabs at Knight's wrist, to pick her up, oh, what's this?!

Covert Jay: Ouuuuuuch!

Lieberjosch: What, Knight very innocently went for some form of suplex. Is it her fault that with her arms locked around his thigh, her forearm is smashing into the fool's groin repeatedly? Ha ha, look at his face!

Vinegar: Dammit, now she's arguing with the ref, she insists this is just an attempt at suplexing, East not standing for much of this, though, she's giving Knight 'till 5 to break that "hold." 1, 2, 3- Knight releases the hold, now grabs both of his legs quickly! She falls backwards, and his throat is guillotined across that top rope! There wasn't a great deal of leverage in that, but it's gotta be slowing the rookie down.

Lieberjosch: Ohhh, she's taking a risk here, though. Getting to her feet, Stone is still draped over those ropes, Abigail to her feet, bouncing to the opposite ropes! Rebounds, JUMPS UP!

Covert Jay: NOOOO!

Vinegar: Stone very craftily dropping down, and taking the first rope down with him. Knight sailing, and crashing into the barricade outside, Stone dropping to his back inside, clearly breathing heavily. Perhaps a bit of payback for that earlier "suplex attempt".

Lieberjosch: Or maybe it was accidental. Never know with this moron. Oh, what's this? Some idiot fan, just threw their Crimson Ghost mask into the ring. Well, that was clearly a waste of their parent's hard earned money!

Covert Jay: Back in MY day...

Vinegar: Stone sees the mask, looking around...and begins to put it on, lacing it up tight, he now looks like UGWC's Mad Luchador, minus the hood. Abigail working groggily up to the apron, Stone with a fistful of her hair, and a hard forearm shot, dazing her! He pulls her up to her feet, turns her around so she's facing the crowd, and grabs her throat and arm! Inverted suplex, smashing her into the ring, but what's this, he's holding on to that move, rolling to his knees, modified Dragon Sleeper, wrenching her neck upward, she's clearly having trouble breathing.

Lieberjosch: That goddamn mask, what is his problem? Quick, check the papers, see if we notice a pattern of slain hookers in the area recently.

Covert Jay: ...had to go uphill, BOTH WAYS...

Vinegar: Knight starting to fight the dragon sleeper, but Stone displaying a tremendous show of power, hoists her up and stands suddenly, she's in suplex position momentarily before he drops her down on his knee, in a Shoulder Breaker! But he's NOT finished! He grabs her before she falls, standing her in position quickly, THE PRODIGY EXEMPTION! Ending that fabulous string of moves with a powerful T-Bone Suplex, crawling over with the cover, hooking the leg!

East: 1!

2!

Kickout!

Lieberjosch: Incredible. Even with Stone's blatant cheating, Abigail proving that she's better than he is! Oh no, oh no, she's working to her feet, doubled over...Stone bouncing off the ropes...WHAT THE HELL?!

Vinegar: Bloody Hell, in fact, and it appears Stone is emulating a little of the wrestler who's mask he's wearing! Knight rolling from the force of that big boot, holding on to the ropes and pulling her up off the apron. Stone walking toward her, grabbing at her hair again, no! A shoulder thrust to his stomach, another, a third and a fourth cause him to break the hold and stagger away, clutching his ribs. He finally turns around, INTO SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY!

Lieberjosch: Steven dropped like a Stone, Knight with the cover, she looks to be too exhausted to hook the leg, East with the cover.

East: 1!

2!

3!!! Match over!

Vinegar: Well, I didn't like her tactics, but Knight showing some impressive resiliency and acrobatics, picking up the win...oh, but what is this? She's grabbing at that mask of Stone's, ripping at the laces on the back of his head, she promised she was going to set fire to "his" mask this week, I suppose that is what this is.

Lieberjosch: That's right, she's rolling out of the ring as Stone looks less coherent than a roadie at a Grateful Dead concert. Look, she had this planned out! A bottle of lighter fluid, look at her put the mask just past the apron, within easy viewing of the loser Stone! dousing it, and now a match, and that useless piece of fabric went ablaze rather damn quick!

Covert Jay: ...AND WE WERE GRATEFUL, YOU LITTLE PUNKS!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Coming up next we have a three way match between Phrixus Deimos, the Natural Born Killer, and the man entering the Battleground match last, Travis Pierce.

Lieberjosch: NBK has stated that his goal here tonight is not a win so much as utter destruction. He wants to give Prince Rudo an extra advantage at Battleground.

Jay: Then I don't see why they don't just send that Flash Mob against everyone.

Vinegar: There is still no evidence that the Flash Mob is associated with the Circle of Influence. In fact, there is some compelling evidence that exonerates the Lord of the Realm in this regard.

Lieberjosch: Maybe, but Rudo is the Prince of Social Media, this really does seem to point in his direction.

Jay: If he tweets it, they will come.

Lieberjosch: And besides.....

Jay: …..

Vinegar: Well, that's certainly a strange coincidence. Apparently Hans and Jay's microphones have mysteriously been shut off. This may end up being my personal favorite match of the year.

“You Know My Name”

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: Introducing first, representing the HRD, TRAAAAVIIIIIS PIEERCE!

"Phucking Phreak”
Deimos magically appears inside the ring.

Dennis: His opponent, representing Freak Show Central, PHRIIIIIIXUUUUS DEEEIMOOOOS!

“How to Build a Monster”
The Natural Born Killer, flanked by the Circle of Influence, steps onto the ramp and hands his Chaos Title to Sebastian before stomping down to the ring.

Dennis: And their opponent, representing the Circle of Influence, The NAAATURAALL BOOOORN KIIIILLEEEER!

Vinegar: Quick, no nonsense entrances, and there's the bell, Brian Chartreuse officiating. NBK quick to tackle Travis Pierce to the mat and unload on him with some tightly closed fists. Phrixus trying to attack from the side, the Killer swings back a hard elbow directly into the Phreak's Phace. And now Deimos is planted on the mat with by a spinebuster...with authority! Don't get a chance to use that one too often, this is nice.

Lieberjosch: …..

Vinegar: Watch the language Hans. Pierce back to his feet, only to get clotheslined over the rope, and the Natural Born Killer is following him out. He lifts Pierce up and deposits him neckfirst across the barricade, while Chartreuse starts the count.

1!

Vinegar: Pierce fighting back now, throwing some right hands to the jaw of NBK. NBK responds by grabbing Travis and delivers a hard headbutt!

2!

Vinegar: Travis Pierce sent careening into the ringsteps, this is a very focused and very dangerous Natural Born Killer we are seeing tonight. I think he wants to make sure Pierce doesn't make it to Battleground at all!

Jay: …..

Vinegar: Yes, Jay, like a ninja assassin.

3!

Vinegar: The Killer is choking Travis Pierce with one of our camera cables! Phrixus charging towards the ropes and springing over, landing on both other men in a beautiful senton plancha. He and NBK trade stiff punches while they get to their feet and Brian Chartreuse begins a new count.

1!

Lieberjosch: …..schiese...

Vinegar: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm doing my best to keep the mic from picking up Hans' tirade so apologies if any of his foul language sneaks through.

2!

Vinegar: NBK bounces Phrixus' head off the announce table then catches him with a vicious clothesline. Now putting the boots to him while Pierce rolls back into the ring to recuperate.

3!

Vinegar: The Killer notices Pierce's escape though, and he is quick to reenter the ring himself, leaving Deimos on the ground in front of us.

4!

Vinegar: NBK stalking Pierce....RUMOUR HAS IT! The star of the Piercing Life has been bent in half! On the ramp, the Circle of Influence clap in appreciation.

5!

Vinegar: The Killer is not going for the pin, instead he seems to be...he's removing the bottom turnbuckle pad and pulling Pierce over, oh no, he's not going to....CURBSTOMP INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!

6!

Vinegar: Blood is trickling down Travis Pierce's forehead already but the Natural Born Killer looks to be setting him up for another stomp. But here comes Deimos from behind! The Numbing! And now not wasting anytime, he leaps up onto the top rope...METEOR PRESS! It lands flush, and Phrixus stays for the cover.

1!


2!


NO!

Vinegar: The Natural Born Killer kicks out and is quick back to his feet, catches Deimos with a big boot! The Embodiment of Fear sent sprawling to the mat, and NBK right on top of him...UNLEASHING THE SCREAMS!

Jay....

Vinegar: I know, Jay, shouting the signature moves IS fun, I can see why you do it. Travis Pierce somehow pulls himself back up off the mat, that is a nasty cut he has, but he hits the ropes...here, Jay take my mic..

Jay: THE TRUTH HURTS!!!

Vinegar: Travis breaks up the submission with his own finisher and quickly goes for the cover.

1!


2!



NO!

Vinegar: The Natural Born Killer is still refusing to stay down, he is on a mission to cause as much damage as possible! Deimos tries to catch him in the Millenial Decay, but is still recovering from that submission hold and can't get it set, NBK pushes him off...and turns into a Travis Pierce dropkick that knocks him back into Phrixus, knocking heads! Both of the larger men are staggered, TRUTH HURTS to Deimos knocks him out of the ring! Now lifting NBK up...SIGNING OFF! Pierce jumps onto the Killer, and sticks his feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage!

1!

2!







3!

Dennis: Here is your winner, TRAAAAVIIIIIS PIEEEERCE!

Vinegar: Travis slides out of the ring and slumps onto the ground. He may be the winner here tonight, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. But he proved that he can take punishment and stay in the mix, that is a skill he will need next week!

Lieberjosch: ...bastards!

Jay: Chinese dentist! Hey, my mic works again.

Vinegar: Well it looks like my dream has come to an end. But at least we have more great action coming up next!

Lieberjosch: I will make a fucking rug out of your skin! I'm German! We've done that shit before!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Well, I'm not quite sure what to make of this next match up.

Lieberjosch: I's a travesty that's what it is. This is the final straw in the death of any honor this industry had left. For decade this sport was one of the most respected and highly regarded in the world, how far it has fallen and how quickly. Whomever devised this...I don't wish to call it a match...this spectacle, deserves to be hung flailed and their head presented on a pike as a warning to anyone else who considers such a preposterous idea ever again.

Covert Jay: I'm quite looking forward to it.

Lieberjosch: You truly are a barometer of anything that is disgraceful.

Vinegar: I have to admit, I'm not quite sure what anyone gains out of this situation, but it does at least give us a look at the two men who will be fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship at Battleground.

Lieberjosch: Yes, what better way of trying to remind everyone that not only will eight competitors be placing their careers on the line in one of the industry's most violent battles, but their will also be a World Heavyweight Title showdown, than by making the two competitors play a school yard game in the middle of the ring? This has Dexter Vines written all over it.

Covert Jay: It's experimental, you gotta keep changing things up, who knows this could turn out to be classic TV.

Lieberjosch: We're on the internet, so that's unlikely anyway. But this is more likely to be a car crash entertainment wise. I'm ashamed to be part of it.

“Ripper”

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a Best out of Three, Rock, Paper, Scissors Match. The winner will be the first to win two rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Introducing first, DDDDDDOOOOONNNNNNOOOOVVVVAAAANNN HHHHHAAAAASSSSTTTTIIIINNNGGGGSSS!!!

Lieberjosch: Well tonight Donovan Hastings is clearly the favourite, next week that may eb different.

Vinegar: What are you talking about? How can their possibly be a favourite in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Lieberjosch: Quite easily when one of the players is high unlikely to be aware of the rules. As much as I am a fan of Tyvola's size and the way he distributes pain, he's not the worlds greatest thinker.

Vinegar: I'm pretty sure someone will have explained the concept to him.

Lieberjosch: Yeah, because listening is also something he does well. It's a mystery that he understands the concept of a pin fall, asking him to understand a series of hand movements that represent other objects would be like teaching quantum physics to a toddler distracted by Scooby Doo.

Vinegar: Donovan clearly feels as confident in his potential success in this match as you, he has even more of a strut than usual. And we all know, that kind of attitude has a tendency to to turn around and bite it's owner on the ass.

Lieberjosch: In a wrestling match maybe, in a game like this? Unlikely.

Vinegar: I guess confidence is easy when there is nothing really at stake.

Lieberjosch: Nothing at stake? There is plenty at stake for the individual climbing in the ring right now, can you imagine if he actually lost to a man who calls everything a 'rock'.

“Come Together”

Dennis: And his opponent, he is the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion....TTTTTTTYYYYYYYYVVVVVVVOOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAA!!!

Lieberjosch: The usual comments do not apply here tonight, Tyvola has indeed been an unstoppable behemoth in recent months, but that all counts for nothing tonight, because DEXTER VINES IS KILLING WRESTLING!

Vinegar: We don't have any proof that Dexter Vines is behind this.

Lieberjosch: Sure he is. Look at the facts, Robert Ooley is a Genius, so that rules him out. Moss Edwards enjoys clever homages, and nods to the audience and thrilling capers, so it's not him. And Dexter Vines has a shit eating grin, two plus two equals Dexter Vines is a worthless hack.

Vinegar: That's perfect logic.

Lieberjosch: It's got me where I am today.

Covert Jay: What? Bankrupt, Homeless and Multiple Times Divorced. It's a consistent formula, I'll give you that.

Lieberjosch: I'd take it over your logic any day of the week.

Covert Jay: That's because you don't understand the way of the Ninja. Many people think just screaming Ninja, and adding Ninja to the beginning and end of words and sentences make you a Ninja. This is not true. It takes years of sifting through the garbage of others to finally reach a point of enlightenment from which you can see past the cringe worthy flash mobs, the gutless company men, and the many dysfunctional stables and towards the Horizon. That is the logic of the Ninja.

Lieberjosch: You're a tool, you know that.

Vinegar: Glenn Burke looks like the cat who got the cream here tonight. Usually officiating a Tyvola match means you'll get blood on you, and possibly some bone and teeth, but tonight will probably be the easiest night of his career.

Lieberjosch: He should be dying from embarrassment, his part in this debacle will be engrained into history forever.

Vinegar: it looks like we're ready for the first round, this should be over relatively quickly.

Ding!

Lieberjosch: Donovan Hastings starts off, he shakes his fists three times, and then unveils the universal sign for paper.

Vinegar: Tyvola just stares at him, cocking his head to the side.

Lieberjosch: the Lord of Pain tries again, this time revealing a pair of scissors.

Vinegar: The World Heavyweight Champion doesn't move a muscle, but his eyes are darting from side to side.

Lieberjosch: And Donovan goes again...I'm not sure what that is.

Covert Jay: That's the sign for the Greenwich Gangsters.

Lieberjosch: Even Hastings realises this is ridiculous now. But he tries again, this time he produces the sign for rock.

Vinegar: Donovan seems to be getting more frustrated, continually throwing the sign for Rock down in front of his chest, but still Tyvola does no more than stare at him.

Lieberjosch: Maybe a visual aid is needed, at least that's the lords thinking as he reaches inside his cloak and unveils an actual rock...

Donovan: ROCK!

Lieberjosch: And hurls it at Tyvola...

Vinegar: And it just bounces off the frame of the unmoving World Heavyweight Champion...who's eyes narrow...

Covert Jay: He reaches his hand into that vast beard...

Vinegar: And brings out a pair of small nail scissors, and then leaps onto hastings. They may be small but they are sharp, and he stabs at Hastings arms as he takes him to the ground, The Lord Chief shielding his face...turns towards Glenn Burke as he is assaulted with the steel...

Donovan: ROCK BEATS SCISSORS! ROCK BEATS SCISSORS!! ROCK BEATS SCISS-AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHH!!!

Vinegar: Donovan Hastings doing hist best to shield his face from the unrelenting stabs coming from The World Heavyweight Champion, this has decended into madness, Glenn bgurke can see this and he calls for the first bell, and bravely drags Tyvola from Donovan and tells him to stand back in his place.

Dennis: The winner of the first...round?...Donovan Hastings...

Lieberjosch: At least the Official got the decision right, Rock does, indeed, beat scissors.

Covert Jay: Yeah, it really looked like it.

Vinegar: Hastings is back on his feet, and has taken a Appleby's Tissue from within his cloak and is trying to mop up the blood that is dripping from those open scissor wounds.

Lieberjosch: Some fine work here by Glenn Burke, he's ensuring Hastings is able to continue, Rock, Paper, Scissors is not meant to be a violent game.

Covert Jay: You've clearly never played with a Ninja. Of course with us it's Knife, Throwing Star, Chloroform.

Vinegar: Hastings signals he's ready to go and Burke motions for the game to begin again.

Lieberjosch: This time however, Tyvola seems to have got the hang of shaking his hand, but doesn't seem to understand when to stop.

Vinegar: In this time Hastings seems to be throwing random shapes.

Covert Jay: That's actually sign language, he's spelt out 'Why does he smell of cat urine?'

Vinegar: Tyvola just continues to shake, very aggressively, his hold body now getting into the spirit, and he trembles on the spot, his face a picture of homeless psychotic frustration...

Lieberjosch: Hastings just looks on at the Mountain Madman and I can imagine as impressed as he is by his stature, he's gotta be thinking he can outsmart this simpleton at Battleground.

Vinegar: the World Heavyweight Champion falls to his knee's, his mind seemingly unable to comprehend what it is he's actually meant to do. It makes no sense to his feral mind.

Covert Jay: Let's be fair, it really doesn't make sense anyway.

Lieberjosch: Hastings can only see the funny side and he smirks at the trembling Barbarian Bum, as he kneels before The Lord of Pain, he looks to Glenn Burke motioning towards Tyvola, clearly suggesting the sensible option would be to end this now, if only for the mental health of The World Heavyweight Champion. Who knew, the unstoppable beast could be brought to his knee's by a simple school yard game?

Vinegar: I have to agree, this needs to end soon...but something catches Tyvola's eye, and for a moment he stops trembling and his stare focuses to his side...

Covert Jay: To the rock...

Vinegar: He reaches out, and clutches the rock that Hastings hurled at him earlier...

Covert jay: And leaps from his knee's, arms flailing, mouth snarling, beard flowing.

Vinegar: As the rock smashes into Hastings hand as he tries to deflect the frist shot, he frantically reaches in side his cloak with the other...

Covert Jay: But with only one arm to defend himself with, Tyola takes him to the ground and continues to slam the rock onto Hastings arm...

Lieberjosch: Do you see what you have done Dexter Vines? Do you?

Vinegar: Donovan Hastings brought this on himself, he smuggled the rock into the ring. And he continues to reach into his cloak, fumbling inside...as he continues to deflect those painful shots from the World Heavyweight Champion.

Lieberjosch: There is hope in Donovan's eyes...he's found it...whatever he was looking for...he's found it!

Covert Jay: Um?

Vinegar: Is that?

Covert Jay: A white flag of surrender? Y'know, it fits his style, I think it is.

Lieberjosch: You're both wrong.

Covert jay: Look for yourself, he's waving it around in surrender, just like a flag.

Lieberjosch: You idiot, it's not a flag of surrender.

Vinegar: What is it then?

Lieberjosch: It's his tissue!

Vinegar: He's using it as a makeshift flag, look his eyes are imploring Glenn Burke to end this. He can't stop waving it around.

Lieberjosch: He's not waving it!

Covert Jay: Tyvola may smell of cat wee, but this is neither the time nor place to try and contribute to his personal hygiene.

Lieberjosch: He's attacking with it!

Vinegar: Ok, and that's better how. A limp wristed attack with a tissue is not going to stop Tyvola pulverising that rock into sand on his body.

Lieberjosch: Yes it will!

Vinegar: Do you need a rest, I know losing your house was traumatic, mayeb you need a little rest!

Lieberjosch: At least the penny has dropped for Burke.

Ding!

Vinegar: Finally Glenn Burke concedes to Hastings plea's, calls for the bell and drags Tyvola from his challengers body.

Lieberjosch: Hastings didn't concede.

Vinegar: Maybe not, but Glenn burke clearly has some emrcy in his soul

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen...The winner of this match by two rounds to none, DDDDDOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOVVVVVAAAAAAANNNN HHHHAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTIIIINNNNGGGGGSSSS!!!

Vinegar: Huh?

Lieberjosch: Paper beats rock.

Vinegar: Oh.

Covert Jay: Ninja Shame

Lieberjosch: Donovan Hastings just displaying the kind of quick thinking and guile that could well reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship for the third time at Battleground.

Vinegar: He'll need more than a paper tissue to defeat Tyvola, and The Homicidal Hermit just displayed the brute strength and primal rage that have made him UGWC's most dominant World Heavyweight Champion, and will face Donovan Hastings at Battleground.

Covert Jay: No 's' folks, it's not plural.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Another great night here on Synergy, we’re almost ready for Battleground!

Lieberjosch: And our lead-up to Battleground ends much as it started.

Covert Jay: With a Battle Royal! And with no 's'!

“Crimson Ghost”

Dennis: The following Battle Royal is your main event of the evening and will determine the final entrance order for the Battleground Match! Introducing first, THE CRIMSON GHOOOSSSTTTTT!!!!

Vinegar: The Crimson Ghost was one of two co-winners of the Battle Royal that Hans mentioned just a few moments ago, which originally qualified him for Battleground.

DING DING DING DING DING!!!!

Covert Jay: The Crimson Ghost is showing our timekeeper, Claude de Rhombus, the proper way to ring the bell.

“Firefly”

Dennis: Now making his way to the ring, the Southern Gent, MEEEEEEEDDOOSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Vinegar: Medos, perhaps a dark horse candidate to win the match, could certainly surprise people. He qualified a couple weeks ago by winning a Triple Threat Match.

DING DING DING DING DING!!!!

Lieberjosch: Claude, find your balls and take the damn thing back already.

“Power”

Dennis: Now making his way to the ring, he is the reigning Cross-Hemisphere Champion, the Lord of the Realm, PRINCE RUUUUDDDDOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: Prince Rudo, the other co-winner of our initial battle royal, one of the first to qualify.

Covert Jay: And Claude de Rhombus has finally managed to get control of the ring bell back from the Crimson Ghost, who hyuks his way into the ring.

“What You Want”

Dennis: Now making her way to the ring, the Caramel Coated Goddess, GABRIELLE MONTGOMMMERRRYYYYY!!!!

Vinegar: Montgomery qualified by defeating the Natural Born Killer, big win for her, and she continues to try to pick up the pieces after being unceremoniously booted from the Human Resources Department.

Lieberjosch: No, I would say they had a bit of a ceremony about it.

“Everybody Down”

Dennis: Now making his way to the ring, the Wild Card, JETTT SOMMMERRRRRRRSSSS!!!!

Vinegar: Perhaps never has that nickname rung more true, as we discovered last week that the briefcase which Somers has been carrying since No Holds Barred contained a contract that granted the right to the final entrance spot in Battleground, which Somers has chosen to give to his new partner, Travis Pierce.

Lieberjosch: Pierce will be the last to enter Battleground next week, Alan Fernandez will be the first, this Battle Royal will sort out the rest of the order.

“In The Veins of Death Valley”

Dennis: And finally, the Cyclone, JAYYYYYYYY KAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Vinegar: Montgomery and Somers staring at each other across the ring as JK enters, don’t forget we have all of our officials at ringside, this is a very important match.

Covert Jay: Battleground grants the winner the right to any match of their choice at Horizons, the stakes couldn’t be higher, who can give themselves the biggest advantage?

“Vow”

Vinegar: Hold on a second!

Covert Jay: It’s the Talk of the Town!

Lieberjosch: Alan Fernandez is not a part of this match, he shouldn’t be out here!

Vinegar: Fernandez’s partner, Phrixus Deimos, purchased him a spot in Battleground, the condition being that he must be the first to enter , perhaps Fernandez here to do some scouting?

Covert Jay: He’s got the Mallet of Doom ™!

Vinegar: Fernandez leaning on the mallet as he watches from the stage, this match is ready to get underway!

Ding!

Lieberjosch: let the clusterbang commence!

Vinegar: And commence it does, Jet Somers and Gabrielle make a beeline for one another, remember their was bad blood between these two even before Gabby was ousted from the HRD.

Covert Jay: Crimson Ghost and Prince Rudo lock up with one another...

Lieberjosch: Whilst Medos and JK are left to eye one another...

Vinegar: Jet taking gabby down with an arm drag...

Covert Jay: Ghost slipping under Rudo's legs and delivering a german suplex...

Lieberjosch: And JK hits Medos with an enzurgi.

Vinegar: Somers and gabby both back on their feet, and Gabby now ducking a swing positions herself for a perfect...DOUBLE D DDT!!!

Lieberjosch: Little good it will do, the aim of this match is to get you're opponents over the top rope, and as she rises, Rudo slides under Crimson Ghosts legs rises and hits RUDO AWAKENING ON GABBY!

Vinegar: Ghost recovering from the misdirection in time to block an assault from Medos, sidestepping his drop kick attempt, and then dropping a elbow ruthlessly into Medos' midsection.

Covert Jay: But as Ghost rises, JK comes sweeping in from behind, slamming Ghosts mask into the canvas with a bulldog.

Lieberjosch: Jet Somers on his feet now, and he clotheslines JK with such power I'm surprised he remains inside his boots...

Vinegar: Only for Medos to catch him by surprise and bodyslams him onto the canvas...

Covert Jay: Crimson Ghost leaps to the top rope and launches himself at Somers...

Lieberjosch: Only for Rudo to intercept him, grab his head, and hit's a sit down facebuster!

Vinegar: The ring is crowded, and it's making it difficult for anyone to get any real momentum inside there.

Covert Jay: Gabby though has managed to get her hands back on jet despite his close escape from Ghosts' dive, and she pulls him to his feet and slams her perfectly toned knee into his face repeatedly...

Vinegar: She's letting out a lot of aggression and she drops jet Somers and lets out a primal, Tyvola-esque scream as he stumbles to one knee...

Lieberjosch: But that rage has blinkered her vision...JK from behind...lifts her...OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Eliminated: Gabrielle.

Vinegar: JK just shrugs his shoulders and looks at Gabby, alliances crumble in these kind of matches.

Lieberjosch: There's a lot at stake, and JK has stated backstage that the Trans-Tasman pact will not count for anything in these coming weeks.

Vinegar: The what pact?

Lieberjosch: Trans-Tasman.

Vinegar: Eh?

Lieberjosch: I wouldn't expect your simplistic mind to contemplate anything un-American. Just think of it as, because they're countries have a friendly rivalry...because they're the only fuckers in that part of the world to have a rivalry with,.they also band together against others.

Vinegar: Do we need to know that?

Lieberjosch: I'm not entirely sure of that myself.

Covert Jay: Gabby exiting with disappointment, but anger in her eyes, they're still fixed on Somers, who has recovered and is slamming Rudo's face into a turnbuckle. ';The Talk of The Town' still on the top of the ramp, leaning on that mallet and he nods to Gaby as she passes.

Vinegar: The next time they see one another, they'll be starting the 2011 Battleground match..

Lieberjosch: in the ring, Crimson Ghos and JK habve now locked up, and Ghost gets the upper hand and with a series of amrtial arts kicks he has JK on one Knee...

Covert Jay: SHHHHIIIIINNNNIIIINNNNNGGG WWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZAAAAAARRRDDD!!!!

Lieberjosch: Ghost not stopping there though, he runs directly through JK, and then launches at a turning Jet Somers and catches him with a flying lariat.

Vinegar: Whislt this has been going on, Medos managed to reverse an attempt by Rudo and now has The lord of the Realm clinging to the top rope, fighting for his survival in this match....

Lieberjosch: And he manages to let go and drop onto the canvas and roll back under the bottom rope, as Medos turns around and takes an uppercut from the rising JK...

Vinegar: All whilst Ghost and Somers trade places in the corner of the ring, each beating on the other for a few hits before the others forces the other into the same predicament.

Lieberjosch: JK now picking Medos up...THE CYCLONE!

Vinegar: Rudo from behind though...CLOTHESLINE! JK goes over the top rope!

Lieberjosch: but as Rudo turns away, he doesn't see JK, with amazing grace land on his feet...facing the audience as he regains his balance...

Vinegar: But Crimson Ghost has seen this, and he flies towards JK, and goes to clothesline him all the way off...

Lieberjosch: But JK turns! Catches Ghosts arm...and drags him over and out!!!

Eliminated: Crimson Ghost!

Vinegar: Ghost slamming the canvas as he gets to his feet and is ordered from ringside by Hazel East.

Lieberjosch: He'll be entering third...misjudgement like that could come at great expense in the Battleground match.

Vinegar:And Fernandez again nodding as Ghost passes him, still happy leaning on his Mallet.

Lieberjosch: in the ring Rudo is wearing down Medos with a front facelock, as Jet and JK square up, and JK slips under Jet's legs, but Jet meets him with an elbow as he rises behind him. JK staggering backwards as Jet turns, and then executes a Russian Leg Sweep on the only member of The Vicious Time still in active competition.

Vinegar: However, Rudo has left Medos and turned and takes the rising Jet Somers down with a thunderous Spinebreaker...

Lieberjosch: JK crawls out of the way and heads towards Medos, who I trying to get to the ropes after having much of his energy sapped during that front face lock...JK helps him to his feet, and stands him up in front of the ropes...SUPERKI...[/i]

Vinegar: Medos Ducks!

Lieberjosch: JK shaky on his feet...

Vinegar: Rudo comes in...

Lieberjosch: T-BONE SUPLEX...OVER THE TOPE ROPE!

ELIMINATED: 'The Cyclone JK'

Lieberjosch: JK will enter into the ring in fourth.

Covert Jay: Half as good as last, twice btter than first.

Vinegar: but 'The Cyclone' looks dissapointed in himself, this was a big chance for himself to gain an advantage and show the world he was a force to be reckoned with in the Battleground match, but he knows he fell short tonight.

Covert jay: And as he strides annoyed past Fernandez he get's the customary nod, is Fernandez this matches version of a Wal-Mart greeter? Just does it on the way out.

Vinegar: It seems that way, but he's obviously observing his other opponents, starting first he has a big disadvantage, it makes sense to learn everything you can.

Lieberjosch: three men left and Medos drives a knee into Rudo's midsection and then hits a DDT, only for Jet Somers to rise and then hit a Vertical Suplex on 'The Southern Gent'....

Vinegar: Somers now standing and smiling as he drag's Rudo to his feet....

Covert Jay: Only for Rudo to raise his knee into Jet's midsection and then force him onto the ropoes, and he begisn to lift....

Vinegar: Medos joining The Prince and both men take a leg each, trying to heave Somers over the top rope...

Covert Jay: One leg is over, but Jet is struggling with all his might...he manages to elbow Rudo off of him, and The Prince staggers into the ropes to his left...

Vinegar: And he kicks Medos off...

Covert Jay: He clings to the top rope, swings his leg over, and both legs rest on the middle rope...and then he flies...

Lieberjosch: JETSREAMER!!!

Covert Jay: To Rudo

Vinegar: Who flips backwards over the top rope...and to the arena floor!

ELIMINATED: Prince Rudo

Lieberjosch: it's going to be both members of the HRD entering last what a triumph for them, Medos stands no chance against...

Covert Jay: FROM BEHIND!

Vinegar: Medos sends Jet Somers over the top rope!!!!

Eliminated: Jet Somers.

Dennis: Here is your winner.....MMMMMMEEEEDDDDDDDOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!

Vinegar: i'm not sure how many people saw that result coming, Medos outlasting 5 others to ensure he enters the Battleground cage penultimately. He stands in the ring, smiling...he clearly had the belief in himself to do this...but can he make this advantage count when it really matters.

Lieberjosch: History tells us not.

Vinegar: And what of Rudo and Somers, both came so close to gaining the advantage, it must sting to come so close. Rudo though seems to be taking it in his stride as he walks up the ramp, Jet though clearly annoyed, despite the fact he is wallowing in the cackles of the crowd who are more than happy to see him fail. He walk's backwards up the ramp, encouraging their hatred.

Covert Jay: Fernandez nods to Rudo as he passes...and then tightens his grip on The Mallet as Jet continues to play to the crowd and inches ever closer towards 'The Talk of the Town'...

Vinegar: And he raises it above his head and swings...

Lieberjosch: AND MISSES!

Covert Jay: Travis Pierce!

Lieberjosch: Despite his hard fought victory earlier tonigth, Travis Pierce manages to stagger onto stage and barges into the back of Fernandez causing him to miss his swing by a foot...and as the hammer crashes into the ground, Somers is alerted to Fernandez' presence and greets him with a storng spinning kick to the head! And then he and Travis stand triumphant on top of the stage, holding one another's hands aloft.

Vinegar: But they are not the triumphant ones, not tonight, they may well be a force to be reckoned with at battleground, but tonight, Medos is the winner and he deserves his moment in the spotlight.

Lieberjosch: Be better enjoy it whilst it lasts, next week will not be pleasant.

Vinegar: And you can't miss it! See you next week!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Credits

Opener
Crimson Ghost

Triple Threat
Rudo

Rock, Paper, Scissors.
T-Rob

Main Event
Entrances: Donny
Match: T-Rob

[The Crimson Ghost!]

That was a damn good fucking card. Big congrats to Medos, Pierce, Knight and Hastings.

PS, I hope Stone and Knight both enjoy their match.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

I'm glad at least you enjoyed it Hiro.

Also, I really dig how you handle Hans it's awesome.

[Alex Kiseragi]

Well I enjoyed it too. Especially the rock, paper, scissors match. My girlfriend started reading it over my shoulder and was a bit 'wtf?' so that was amusing.

The opener made me wonder if a new masked tag team could be on the agenda.

[EmbodimentOfFear]

I realize it's not often that I speak up, but I had to comment on the Rock, Paper, Scissors Match...truly one of the most entertaining pieces I have read as part of an e-fed show in sometime. Both characters represented perfectly, excellent use of humor, and great references like the restaurant napkin. Great job!