Horizons XI

[Lord Hastings]

~~~Infinity~~~

Dennis: Your winner, and NEW UGWC CROSS HEMISPHERE CHAMPION! LUCY WYLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDE!

Vinegar: She's done it! Lucy Wylde has become a new face of UGWC!!

Lieberjosch: Allow me to congratulate myself for the brilliant signing!

~~~

Dennis: Here are your winners, and STILL the Cooperative and Chaos Champions, THE ENGINE OF CHAOS!!!!

Vinegar: The Engine retains!

Lieberjosch: They do indeed, and they are about to have a tall task ahead of them, but for tonight I extend to them my congratulations on a hard fought victory and successful title defense.

~~~

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…AND NEWWWWWWWWW UGWCCCCCCC WORLLDDDD CHAMMPPIIOONNNN…MIIIILLLL VIIDDDAAASSSS JUUNNIIOORRRR!!!!!!!!!

Covert Jay: I can't believe it! The sonofabitch did it!

Vinegar: Mil Vidas, Jr… a man with a great history during his career in Mexico, has finally…officially… ARRIVED here in UGWC!

Lieberjosch: All three of these men have shown me everything I need to see. Travis Roberts led this company for almost one full year. Three-hundred sixty-three days, if my math is correct. And CJ Wylde and Mil Vidas Jr… two men that will be stars for years to come. I am damned excited about where UGWC will go moving forward!

~~~Rise or Fall~~~

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match…CEEEEE-JAAYYYYYY WYYYLLDDEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: He's done it! CJ Wylde wins the Ascension match, and has earned himself a future shot at the UGWC Heavyweight Championship of the World!

Covert Jay: What a fucking way to kick off a pay per view. Holy shit!

Lieberjosch: None of these individuals have anything to be ashamed of. They all shined in their own right, and four of the five had a legitimate shot to win this thing here tonight. And had Phrixus Deimos not been incapacitated earlier, you can bet your ass that he would have been up there in the mix as well.

Vinegar: They definitely do not have anything to be ashamed of, but one of them stood alone at the end of that match here tonight, and that man is 'First Degree' CJ Wylde. Congratulations to CJ on a hard-fought, well-earned victory.

~~~

Dennis: Here is your winner…. And…. NEEEEEEW UGWC World Heavyweight Champion…. EDEEEEEEEN MOOOOOOOORGAN!

Lieberjosch: My god! What a match! Eden Morgan has won the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship for the fourth time!

Vinegar: But nothing should be taken away from Vidas tonight, the kid left it all out on the line. What an amazing match that left everyone on the edge of their seat!

Covert Jay: I think I may have pissed myself…

~~~

Dennis: Here are your winners, and NEW Cooperative Champions, SEX AND VIOLENCE!!!!

Vinegar: They did it! The Engine has been dethroned, Wallace and King win the Cooperative Titles for a record fourth time!

Lieberjosch: Simply an unbelievable match, congratulations to our new champions, and you have to tip your hat to the former champions, Rogan MacLean took two nasty falls off the Altitude O structure and came back for more, Ichabod competed twice tonight, a great showing in defeat.

Covert Jay: No doubt the Engine has plenty left in the tank.

Vinegar: An astounding night here at Rise or Fall, new Cooperative Champions, a new World Champion, and a new challenger ready to face her.

~~~Seven Deadly Sins~~~

Lieberjosch: Gabriel Baal has hopped the guardrail, and has disappeared into the crowd. And there's nothing that Zane can do about it, because the clock just ran out!

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match… and NEW UGWC CROSS-HEMISPHERE CHAMPION… GABRIELLLLLLL BAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!

Covert Jay: Looks like a damn car wreck outside of the ring… Baal is out in the crowd celebrating with thousands of people that hate him… and Zane Scott is absolutely seething inside that ring.

Vinegar: I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of Baal and Scott.

~~~

Dennis: Here is your winner, and STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, EDDEENNNN MORRRRGAAANNNNNNN!!!!

Vinegar: Eden Morgan collapses in a pool of her own blood, she won this match by the slimmest of margins, but she has won!

~~~

Hastings: I’m better than you, Eden. I don’t need to do it your way. I’m going to take that title from you, but I’m going to do what you couldn’t do. I’m going to earn my shot at it. You WILL see me coming, and there is nothing you’re going to be able to do to stop it.

He stands back up, standing over her with title in hand.

Hastings: I am your better, and you will leave her tonight knowing that you still have this title because I decided to let you keep it. For now.

He throws the title at her.

Hastings: See you soon.

Lieberjosch: See? How honorable is the Lord? Even in NOT taking the title, he proves how much he deserves it!

Vinegar: The gauntlet has been thrown down here tonight! Donovan Hastings warning Eden Morgan, I’m coming for you!

~~~Massive Melee~~~

Dennis: Your winners, and STILL UGWC Cooperative Champions, Sex and Violence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinegar: Sex and Violence retain with the help of Dave Rydell!

Lieberjosch: I feel like Pierce should have seen that coming.

~~~

Vinegar: Ladies and Gentlemen, what we just witnessed was pure poetry in motion. We just saw two performers give their absolute all in that ring, in a match that will be talked about for years to come.

Lieberjosch: Indeed you are correct, Nicholas. Instant classic, and both of these individuals should be proud of what they accomplished here tonight.

Vinegar: Glenn Burke handing the title to Eden Morgan, as she has dragged herself over towards the ropes, and is laying across the bottom one. Somers up on his knees now, staring over at Eden.

Lieberjosch: Jet just nodded at her, and looks to have mouthed the words 'You Earned It' to her.

Vinegar: He slowly slides out of the ring, looking over at Eden as he begins to clap a few times, before turning and heading up the ramp.

~~~

Dennis: Here is your winner of the 2017 Massive Melee...GAAABBRIEEELLLL BAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!

Lieberjosch: Now he really did do it!

Vinegar: Gabriel Baal has won! He lost the Cross-Hemisphere Title earlier tonight, but he wins the Massive Melee, and that means he will face Eden Morgan at the WrestleStock festival next month for the richest prize in our industry, the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship!

Covert Jay: Congratulations to Baal, he is the ninja of the evening!

~~~Wrestlestock~~~

Vinegar: I don't know what's going on here or what's possessed Killian King to do this, but the man has no heart. He has to stop, that was his best friend.

Lieberjosch: “Was” I believe is the operative word, Nicholas.

The roar and cries of the crowd gets even louder, Killian looking around himself nonchalantly. He looks down at Vain's spasming, grasping hand, trying to grab at Killian's boot. Killian shakes himself free of the hand, moving around Vain's still struggling body and landing a vicious kick to his ribs followed by another Beefeater.

Covert Jay: Please! No more!

The crowd cries out as one as Killian continues to drive his boots into Vain until Alan Wallace lays in an unmoving heap on the stage. Killian looks down at the body of his former partner, and watches as he tries like hell to get up. With a scowl, Killian King drives Vain face-first into the steel again with another Beefeater. Satisfied as he looks down at his former partners lifeless body, Killian King turns and walks into the back.

Vinegar: We need paramedics out here! Get a stretcher! The attack we've just seen from Killian King on Alan Wallace, who could have ever expected it?!

~~~

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, Donovan Hastings is CASHING IN HIS PURSE, this match is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

Vinegar: Now, hold on just a second!

DING DING!!!

~~~

Vinegar: Eden Morgan just pinned Donovan Hastings for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Covert Jay: The Lord picked his spot, and he blew it!

Vinegar: Eden Morgan has successfully-

Lieberjosch: CATATONIA!!!!!

Vinegar: Baal just about kicked her face off!

Lieberjosch: Eden beat Hastings, but her match with Baal is still going on, and with Glenn Burke in position, it’s about to end!







ONE!!!







TWO!!!!!







THREE!!!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion, GAABBRRIIEEEELLLLLLL BAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!

Lieberjosch: HE’S DONE IT!!!!

Vinegar: What a journey this has been for Gabriel Baal, I can’t imagine anyone thought this is the way it would happen, but he is the new World Heavyweight Champion!

Covert Jay: And now a Grand Slam Champion!

~~~In Your Hands~~~

Lieberjosch: For anyone who thought Baal might not be capable of carrying this company on his back, this match here tonight is proof that not only can he lead our company, but he will give his extreme all – regardless of opponent – to ensure he takes his World Title home at the end of the night. Love him or hate him… after what we just witnessed tonight, you have to respect him.

Vinegar: Zane Scott came in and looked dominate at times tonight, and showed extreme mental fortitude during some close calls, but in the end he was just one-sixteenth of a second to slow in getting his shoulder off the mat.

Lieberjosch: Both of these men have nothing to be ashamed of here tonight. They gave the fans watching a spectacular World Title Match that could have gone either way, at any given time. But tonight belongs to ‘The Serpent’ Gabriel Baal.

~~~Outlast~~~

The lights begin to flicker as one lone horn trails off to be joined with the sound of chains clanking together, hooded figures crouched and lining the ramp, each of them shaking what looks to be an offering cup, coins rattling inside rhythmically with the music. A steady drumbeat joins in, the cups shaking faster and faster until they're a staccato rhythm and the long, lone horn trails once more. The lights flicker wildly and then drop again, coming back up almost instantly as the song hits full force, three hooded figures wearing the same mask displayed onscreen standing at the entryway. As one, they raise their heads and move forward down the ramp with a steady, determined stride. As they pass, the crouched, hooded figures hide their faces or flee. The three split as they come to the ring, each standing at the base of a set of steps, one foot on the bottom step. The horns sound alone again, the lights flickering until the long, lone horn sounds, the music hitting once more as they continue their ascent up the steps and into the ring.

Vinegar: These three Court members are apparently going to be a part of this match!

Lieberjosch: Dexter approved this? This is ridiculous.

~~~

Dennis: Here is your winner, and the 2017 Outlast Champion, and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion...ROOOOGGAANNNN MAAACCLLLEEAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!

Vinegar: What an unbelievable chain of events!

Lieberjosch: Eden Morgan and Killian King revealed as members of the Court, a third member that escaped with his identity intact!

Vinegar: Nothing short of an amazing performance by Gabriel Baal here tonight, you can’t take anything away from him.

Covert Jay: He had the World Heavyweight Title taken away from him.

Lieberjosch: It was genius strategy by Rogan MacLean, he took advantage of an opportunity and turned a bad situation to his advantage, and he is the new World Heavyweight Champion!

~~~Battleground~~~

Dennis: Your winner, and NEW UGWC Chaos Champion, EDENNNNNNNNNN MORRRRRRRRRRRRGAN!!!!

Lieberjosch: This is the worst match I've ever seen.

Vinegar: It's certainly one of the sickest I've ever called, but no matter how long the actual match lasted, Eden Morgan is a Grand Slam champion!!

~~~

Vinegar: This has been a captivating feud between Sarah Lacklan and Lucy Wylde, she has been chasing for months, and tonight Sarah Selena Lacklan captures one of the most historic championships in the history of our industry, she is the Cross-Hemisphere Champion!

Covert Jay: The Firestarter proudly holding up the title on a turnbuckle, and as she turns back into the ring, Lucy Wylde is back on her feet and staring at her.

Lieberjosch: Lacklan shrugs her shoulders and opens her arms.

Covert Jay: This all started with a hug, is it going to end with one?

Vinegar: Lucy Wylde glancing around, and she shakes her head no, but she puts out a hand.

Lieberjosch: Lacklan stares at it for a moment, but she nods and they shake hands!

Vinegar: A great moment, tremendous show of respect between these two warriors, I can only imagine what the future holds for-

Lieberjosch: WYLDE LIBERATION!!!!

Covert Jay: Whoa!

Vinegar: Lucy Wylde just laid out Sarah Lacklan with Wylde Liberation!

Covert Jay: She might not be leaving with the Cross-Hemisphere Title, but Lucy Wylde leaves with a smile on her face, as she leaves the new champion lying in the ring!

~~~

Dennis: Here is your winner, and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion, JEETTTTTT SOMMMERRRSSSSSS!!!!

Covert Jay: He did it!

Vinegar: Jet Somers wins, and he is a four-time World Heavyweight Champion!

Covert Jay: An owl ninja is still a ninja, no matter what type of mask he wears, Jet has proven himself time and time again, he’s done exactly what he set out to do, he’s back on top where he belongs!

Vinegar: And with this victory, the Court takes control of the World Heavyweight Title!

~~~

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the 2017 Battleground Match… 'VAIN' ALLLLANNNNN WALLLLLAACCEEEEE!!!!!

Covert Jay: Vain has done it!

Vinegar: For the second year in a row, 'Vain' Alan Wallace has won the Battleground Match! Last year, he chose to go to Horizons and challenge Travis Roberts for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship. Will he do what he said he will do this year, and challenge his former Cooperative partner, Killian King?

~~~Synergy, November 13~~~

“Well then, Mr. King, please allow me accommodate you. You see, I’ve already spoken to the Consortium, and they have signed off on it. At Horizons, it’s Killian King facing ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace…”

“IN A VALHALLA BURIAL MATCH!”

The reaction is astounding. The commentators are losing their minds, the male demographic in the crowd is screaming in happiness, some of the female demographic have seemingly fainted from the sheer thought of two of their favorites likely never being the same again, and there are kids sobbing out of fear of what may happen.

Killian's mouth purses as he mulls over his one-time friend and long-time cohort's words.

“It comes to an end at Horizons, Kill.”

~~~

Hastings: If I can't beat Jet at Horizons, I'm done. I'll retire.

A hush falls over the room. Jet's mouth opens slightly, betraying the slightest hint of surprise.

Ooley: You're serious?

Hastings: I've never been more serious.

Eden: Now, hold on-

Somers: Done.

Jet steps in front of Donovan, and the two lock eyes.

Somers: You want to give me your career? I'm happy to take it. Let's do it.

~~~Horizons~~~

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: Welcome to the United Center in Chicago, Illinois! Welcome...to Horizons!!!

Lieberjosch: The eleventh Horizons event in history, the culmination of the tremendous year that was the Lieberjosch Era of UGWC, it's all been building to this!

Covert Jay: Six big matches, three championships on the line!

Vinegar: Let's get right to it!

“Cut The Chord” blares and Dave Rydell steps out onto the stage. He just struts down to the ring and rolls in before beginning his final stretches.

Vinegar: It had seemed like Dave Rydell was building momentum in the latter half of the year, but he suffered a deflating loss at Battleground to Travis Pierce, and something snapped inside Dave Rydell, looking for redemption here tonight, against an old nemesis.

“Phucking Phreak” blares over the PA as the lights go out. Fear steps out onto the stages, surveying the arena before sauntering down to the ring. He climbs in and heads to his corner.

Covert Jay: This is a nearly fifteen year rivalry, I have seen some epic matches between these two over the years, and this is how we are getting Horizons XI started!

As Dave and Fear stare across the ring from one another, Hazel East signals for the bell. The two stand there, like statues. At the same moment they start to walk to the center of the ring. They are now standing nose to nose, waiting to see who is going to flinch first. Rydell smirks and looks away, Fear doesn’t break. Rydell then brings his fist up to hit him, but stops right before his face…and Fear doesn’t flinch. Rydell starts to laugh, but as he turns, Fear clubs him from behind. Rydell staggers into the ropes and Fear grabs him and shoves him into the corner. After a series of knife edge chops to the chest, Rydell is able to stagger out. However, Fear is right there to grab him into a headlock. Rydell is able to shove him away quickly. As Fear comes off the ropes, he hits Rydell with a shoulder block. Rydell rolls out of the ring, in obvious frustration. He circles his neck to pop the kinks out and stares furiously at Fear in the ring.

Lieberjosch: Rydell needs to regroup, and do it quickly. Deimos will pick him apart.

Rydell walks around on the outside for a moment while Fear stands there, smirking. Hazel has begun the count and is at 4. Rydell slowly walks back toward the ring, yelling and waving Fear off so he can get in. Fear takes a few steps back and Rydell rolls in but then rolls back out as Fear charges at him. Fear steps back laughing as Rydell stands on the outside. He pounds the ring apron in frustration. Hazel has begun the count over and is now at 2. Rydell walks around the ring and you can hear him yell “fuck this” as he rolls into the ring. He charges directly at Fear, only to be taken down with a drop toe hold. Rydell stands up, holding his face. He pulls himself up with the ropes and turns around into a side kick to the stomach from Fear. Rydell doubles over and Fear grabs him for a DDT. Fear covers, 1…kick out. Fear pulls Rydell up by the head but Rydell hits him with an elbow to the gut. Rydell grabs him for a reverse DDT but Fear ducks under and goes behind Rydell, NUMBING!!!!! Fear drops into the cover, 1…..2….kick out!!!

Vinegar: Rydell kicks out of the Numbing!

Covert Jay: Fear is stunned, I am too!

Fear looks shocked as Rydell rolls over towards the ropes, shocked as well. He goes to stand up on the apron as Fear charges him. Rydell drops down pulling the top rope and Fear spills to the outside but rolls through and lands on his feet. Rydell sees this and dives off, hitting a cross body onto Fear, into the barricade! Both men are down while Hazel starts the count. They are both stirring to their feet by the time she hits 3. They square off and start laying into each other with hard punches to the head. Rydell hits Fear with a hard left and Fear staggers back. As he turns, Rydell slams into him with the Tip of the Spear! Rydell rolls Fear into the ring and covers, 1….2….kick out! Rydell grabs Fear and pulls him up. He whips him off the ropes and as Fear comes back, Rydell goes to toss him in the air but Fear floats over and grabs Rydell for the Numbing but Rydell elbows out! Fear gets turned around and Rydell hits the Fused Backbreaker! Fear snaps back and gets to the ropes in a severe amount of pain!

Vinegar: Strong offensive showing by Rydell, and Deimos might be in trouble here.

Rydell steps back as Hazel checks on Fear. Rydell shakes his head in frustration and goes to grab Fear, shoving Hazel out of the way in the process. She gets up and gets in his face instantly pointing at her shirt and yelling at him. He goes back to Fear but she shoves him away, still yelling. This has allowed enough time for Fear to regroup and get set. As she moves out of the way, Fear comes flying in with a missile dropkick to Rydell’s chest! Rydell slams down to the mat hard while Fear gets up and stares him down. Rydell uses the ropes to pull himself up. As he turns, Fear goes for a clothesline on him, but Rydell ducks it. He comes off the other set of ropes and goes for a clothesline of his own, but Fear ducks out too, and Rydell crashes right into Hazel East!

Vinegar: The referee is down!

Rydell is shocked and surprised. Fear is shocked as well as he goes after Rydell but Rydell catches him with a quick Virus of Life! Rydell realizes at this moment, he cannot get a count of any kind. Rydell walks over to check on Hazel, but nothing. Rydell turns around just as Fear stands up but Rydell wastes no time as he rushes and clotheslines Fear out of the ring! Rydell rolls out after him and starts to stomp on him. Rydell picks Fear up and shoves him into the barricade with his shoulder. Hitting him repeatedly in the midsection with his shoulder. Fear slumps down to the floor and Rydell gets a few stomps in on him. Rydell looks up to see if Hazel is up yet, and she isn’t. Rydell turns around and Fear is up. Fear grabs him for the Numbing but Rydell squirms out and goes to the Virus of Life. Fear pushes him away. Rydell comes back but Fear grabs his head and hurls him over the barricade into the fans at ringside!!

Vinegar: This match is getting out of control.

Covert Jay: This...is...UGWC!!!

Fear looks over as Rydell lays in front of numerous fans in the front row. Fear goes under the ring and pulls out a wooden table, and the crowd goes insane. Fear sets it up at ringside before heading over to where Rydell was thrown over at. Fear looks over but then looks shocked as Rydell is now gone. Suddenly out of nowhere Fear is blasted from behind by Rydell!!! Fear crashes into the barricade. Rydell grabs Fear by his head and heads over to the ring. As they get closer, Fear drops down and takes Rydell down at the knees! Rydell tries to get up quickly but falls back down due to the blow he took. Fear pulls himself up and kicks Rydell in the face, sending him back down to the mat. Fear rolls Rydell into the ring and follows him. Fear takes a minute to survey and look around the ring to make sure its clear. Fear turns back to Rydell but is caught with another Virus of Life! Rydell crawls into the cover but Hazel is still down!!!!!!!!! Rydell finally realizes this and crawls over to see if she is ok. Hazel rolls over but doesn’t get up.

Covert Jay: Longest ref bump ever.

Fear is barely stirring and pulling himself up from the ropes. Rydell is back up and waits for him to turn around. As Fear turns around, Rydell grabs him for a Virus of Life but Fear is able to counter it in mid air to the Numbing!!! Fear falls to the mat as well. Both men are down, motionless. The crowd is exploding at this point, cheering for both of the competitors. Finally after a few minutes, they both begin to stir. Fear is up first as Rydell is trying to pull himself up with the ropes. Fear is ready and waiting. He grabs Rydell and hits a belly to back suplex. Fear drags Rydell towards the corner and positions him. Rydell lays there on the mat motionless. Rydell goes to sit up but Fear is there and gives him a good stomp to the chest. He heads for the corner and starts to ascend to the top. As Fear gets himself on the top turnbuckle, Rydell is up and staggers to the corner but Fear is there and ready. He kicks Rydell in the face multiple times until Rydell finally slumps backwards! Fear sits there, perched, for a moment to regroup and regain himself.

Covert Jay: Could be time for a Meteor Press!

Fear is teetering on the top rope, but Rydell rushes over and shoves him, sending him crashing through the table at ringside!!!!! The crowd explodes “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Rydell is in disbelief as he uses the ropes to hold himself up. He turns around and Hazel East is still laid out on the ground. Rydell looks around in shock before rolling out of the ring to survey the damage. Fear is crawling away, holding his side. Rydell wipes the sweat from his face before heading over to a crawling Fear. He reaches down to pick Fear up but Fear hits Rydell with a hard low blow! Rydell falls to the ground holding his nuggets! Fear takes this time to regroup and catch his breath. He slowly pulls himself up using the barricade and leans on it for a moment while Rydell tries to get his wits about him. Fear slowly stumbles over to Rydell and pulls him up by the hair. He grabs Rydell’s arm and whips him into the steel steps! Rydell goes over the steps to the mat on the other side. Fear looks to see if Hazel East is back up and she is! She looks around and sees both men out of the ring and begins to count, very very slowly.

Covert Jay: Sure, count them out now.

Fear uses this to his advantage and rolls into the ring, laying on his back, taking the time to rest. Rydell is doing the same on the outside. Rydell slowly starts to stir when he realizes that Hazel is counting but slows down when he sees she is only at 3. Rydell doubles over to catch his breath as Hazel gets to 4. Rydell rolls himself into the ring and takes a knee. Fear is now up as well, taking an extra second to himself. Finally they’re both up and lock up. Rydell goes to whip Fear off the ropes but it’s reversed. Rydell comes back and and gets taken down with a power slam! Rydell rolls over to try and get up but Fear is there and grabs him up and locks in Millennial Decay!!!!!!!! Rydell is screaming in pain as Hazel slides in to ask if he wants to quit! Fear squeezes and pulls harder and harder on the hold as Rydell continues to scream!!! Rydell is able to reach his foot out and reach the ropes. Hazel tries to get Fear to break the hold but Fear uses his feet to push off and roll them both to the middle of the ring and keep the hold locked in! Rydell is screaming again and looking close to tapping! Rydell somehow finds a way to not tap! He finds a way to slide an arm free and pull on Fear’s leg and roll through but the damage has been done.

Vinegar: Narrow escape by Rydell!

Covert Jay: What a match these two are having!

Fear stands up while Rydell holds his shoulder in severe pain on the mat. Fear walks over and pushes Rydell back to the mat with his foot. He smirks and shakes his head. Fear reaches down and pulls Rydell up but Rydell counters! INSIDE CRADLE!!!!!! 1……2…..KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rydell rolls away holding his shoulder as Fear looks on in shock. Rydell smirks but gets up. He rushes at Fear, but Fear shoves him back down. Rydell slides through. He stands back up and charges again but Fear is ready with a clothesline. Rydell sees it and ducks! Rydell comes off the ropes and charges at Fear. He goes for a spear but catches a knee to the face instead! Fear pulls Rydell up and whips him off the ropes and as Rydell comes back, Fear spins and hits him with the Numbing! Fear surveys the damage, and slowly ascends up the turnbuckles. Fear is up on the top rope as Rydell lays there, motionless. Fear steadies himself and leaps for the Meteor Press! As Fear finishes the turn, Rydell is up and grabs him for the Virus of Life! He rolls and drapes his arm over, Hazel slides in to position! 1….2….3!!!!!!

Dennis: Here is your winner, DAVVVEE RRYYYYDEEELLLLL!!!

Vinegar: Dave Rydell is victorious at Horizons!

Covert Jay: Another Horizons moment comes at the expense of Fear!


Dave Rydell - 6.64

Phrixus Deimos - 6.24

[Lord Hastings]

Leiberjosch: "Alright, let’s move on to our next contest – a Fatal Fourway for the Chaos Championship."

Vinegar: "And a chance for Zane Scott to finally become a Grand Slam Champion."

Covert Jay: "And Jessica Mathis’ opportunity for her first Gold in UGWC."

Vinegar: "And for Travis Pierce to win back the title he lost back in September."

Leiberjosch: "And for Eden Morgan to finally defend a championship…"

Vinegar: "Jesus Doc… A little savage."

The silence is broken as “You know my Name” by Chris Cornell bursts into life and the crowd jump to their feet. Travis Pierce strides out through the curtain and out towards the ring. He looks determined and focused as he rolls under the bottom rope and heads to the corner. The Icon of Entertainment is no pomp and circumstance, he’s all business.

Vinegar: "Big opportunity for Travis Pierce to catapult his career into 2018."

Covert Jay: "Ninja New Year!"

"The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch pulsates from the speakers.

Covert Jay: "And here… comes… SIlverheart!"

A solitary figure in what appears to be two flannel shirts, one on and the other tied around her waist, appears at the entry. She carries a pair of drumsticks, which she holds over her head making an 'X'. She begins a walk to the ring to the beat of the song, head and shoulders back.

Vinegar: "Jessica Mathis looks ready to go here! Big opportunities."

Leiberjosch: "A chance to show she’s a legit fighter. Sometimes she’s been seen as a little too nice…"

Vinegar: "This is the kind of match that really can change people…"

Upon arrival at ringside, she pauses to drum a few moments on the ring apron before hoping up and rolling under the bottom rope. Jessica gets to her feet and looks first at the referee, then out to the crowd. She shrugs, indifferently, and unties the shirt at her waist, revealing silver shorts with pink trim. Next, she removes the top shirt, revealing a vest design top in matching silver with pink trim and pink laces tying the vest top together across her upper body. Her boots are silver with pink soles, the letters 'J E M' running front to back on the outsides of the boots, the letters in black trimmed with pink.

Covert Jay: "Here… Comes… The… Zane!"

Leiberjosch: "You’re as much of an idiot as him."

Vinegar: "Ha! Hey… Wait a minute…"

The lights extinguish and smother the arena in darkness and an eerie and silent stillness. After ten seconds the loud and abrupt guitar sounds that signal the opening of Tool’s “Viginti Tres” repeatedly start and stop. At the thirty-five second mark they’re joined by a matching discordant and pulsating guitar. At forty two seconds another set of discordant, eerie and angry sounding guitars join them. This continues with the guitars alternating until the two minute, ten second mark when a loud and eerie sound, like that often used to signify air being sucked into a vacuum, along with a sound that resembles a chant that’s growing in intensity builds in the background. These sounds begin to overwhelm the arena until we hit the three- minute mark, at which point the sound changes to one that resembles the science fiction sound of acceleration starts to smother it until the 3:27 mark when a loud and deep voice thunders through the arena and seems to declare “THE SYSTEM”. This voice rapidly increases in speed until it morphs into the acceleration sound and is joined by a sound that resembles electricity flowing. At about the 4:05 mark the sound begins to decelerate until it sounds like wind blowing through the arena.

The wind sound proceeds for a short time until it accelerates and becomes an almost electronic bee buzz by the 4:22 mark. This is slowly accompanied by the alternating sound of acceleration and deceleration until it goes completely silent at the 4:56 mark. After a few moments of silence a loud and deep voice booms through the arena.

Una infinitas abominatio nascitur autumno
Hic est tuum temptamen quod temptat tua potentia
Viginti tres gradus ad summam potestatem

(One infinity the horror begins in autumn
This is your trial, which tries your (power, might, ability; efficacy, potency)
Twenty three steps to total power)

The silence hangs over the arena for thirty seconds until it’s shattered as the hammering and violent opening of Slayer’s “Here Comes the Pain” begin to blare through the arena. They’re accompanied by alternating single and multiple cymbal strikes to go along with the hammering bass drum. These sounds accelerate in speed and intensity until the thirty second mark, at which point the complete rhythm of the song begins and the lights flare on and blind the entire arena and strobes begin to play along with the video package.

At 1:02 the cymbals are struck in unison and then go silence as Kerry King’s guitar growls on its own until the 1:05 mark when Dave Lombardo’s drums and cymbals sound as one and Tom Araya begins to yell out the lyrics.

“I am the new hell on earth
The lord of agony divine”

Zane walks out onto the stage and raises his hands. He has Colin Zale’s Singapore Cane in his right hand and James Spyder’s Croquet Mallet in his left hand. A rope stretches across his bare chest that appears to be holding two items that hang behind his back. He throws his head back and lets out a booming yell that sound like a primal war cry.

Domination, intimidation
Lives within these eyes

He lowers his head as Tom Araya says “eyes” and stares straight at the ring, his face enveloped in a look of malevolent glee.

Reign of power
Remorseless anarchy
I am arrogance in the flesh
Unleashed intensity

Once Tom Araya says “intensity” Zane begins to slowly walk down to the ring with his eyes fixed on it and an arrogant and vicious smile affixed on his face. The lyrics continue, accompanied by video of Zane bringing unrestrained violence on each of his opponents for the match.

Step aside for the nightmare (Zane drives Pierce through a table with a vicious powerbomb)
Pure destruction stands before you (Zane nearly beheads Mathis with “Murderous Intent”)
No escape as the psycho (Zane snaps after Eden breaks his nose with a superkick)
Brings you misery (Zane crushes Mathis head with the “Lord of Pain-Killer”)
The line starts here!

At “The line starts here” the video focuses on Zane as he raises the World Championship over his head above the broken body of Eden.

The line starts here!

The cymbals are struck violently as a single and aggressive guitar riff plays.

I am brutality the face of everlasting pain (The video shows an image of Zane smiling evilly)
Annihilation, Obliteration (Zane drives his foot into Pierce’s head with a vicious “Salt the Earth”)
Pulses in these veins
Sheer defiance drives my hostility
I am merciless to the core (Zane drives Mathis onto her head with the “Egregious Use of Force”)
Chaotic fury breeds

Zane is half way down the ramp, at which point he throws both of his weapons into the ring and pulls his Kubato out and raises it overhead before he levels it and points it at the ring. He resumes his slow walk as the music continues to blare.

Bring it all on
Come and take on what you fear
I'm the storm that towers overhead
A ticking time bomb with an infinite charge
Bringer of torture
The master is here
Everyone falls

Zane reaches the ring and grabs the top rope with his right hand. He pulls himself up onto the apron as the musical bridge blares through the arena.

Here comes the pain
You're no different from the rest
Victim is your name in my vicious wasteland
Here comes the pain
Your destruction manifests
Lying there broken looking up as I still stand

He steps over the top rope and walks to center ring, smiling insanely around the arena, including at everyone in the ring. He grabs the Spyder’s Mallet and Colin’s cane, walks over to the corner and ascends the second rope. He thrusts both weapons overhead as he allows his Kabuto to fall down and dangle at his side.

Bring it all on
Come and take on what you fear
I'm the storm that towers overhead
Ticking time bomb
With an infinite charge
Bringer of torture
The master is here
Everyone falls

At “ticking time bomb with an infinite charge” he drops off of the turnbuckle and walks to center ring and drives both weapons into the mat as the song winds to a close.

Vinegar: "My goodness that was…"

Covert Jay: "Long? Overly-elaborate? A little tough to read… I mean watch."

Vinegar: "I was going to say spectacular."

Leiberjosch: "As you should have… It was wonderful!"

Covert Jay: "Awkward… Well… We still have one to go…"

Leiberjosch: "Wait… We’ve not started yet? God damn it Zane."

The entire arena falls to black as the almost industrial sounds of In This Moment's "Sex Metal Barbie" begin to play. The video on the screen shows highlights of Eden's career and times in the ring punctuated with out of ring footage. As the full force of the song hits, the lights flash and pulse with it, Eden Morgan standing on stage, a confident smirk on her lips and a baseball bat, covered in Christmas lights.

Covert Jay: "Is… That a Christmas light covered baseball bat?"

Leiberjosch: "Yes. Yes it is. Leave it to Eden Morgan to try and ruin Christmas."

Vinegar: "I hear she has a whole house just for Christmas things. And not storage. I mean… Set up…"

Covert Jay: "That’s just terrifying."

She surveys the crowd, a few cheers mingling with the mostly negative reactions that greet her. Eden makes an obvious show of yawning and then smiling in a deceptively lazy way as she slinks down to the ramp, the baseball bat slung nonchalantly over her shoulder.

Vinegar: "I’m serious… Christmas songs in July. And Killian was saying something about finding her under the Christmas Tree last year in just a bow."

Covert Jay: "Ok, less terrifying."

Leiberjosch: "She probably had a knife too…"

Covert Jay: "I retract my previous statement."

As she goes along, she turns to the crowd on each side, pointing to her heart with one hand and pointing out to all of them mockingly with the bat. She finally ignores the screaming and turns her attention to the ring as she makes her way in, taking her time as she climbs each step and slips between the ropes. She stands in the middle of the ring, the Chaos title held over her head as she turns one by one to each of her opponents.

Vinegar: "Well… We have the Champion in the ring. And in less than an hour and a half, so that’s good news."

Leiberjosch: " I still loved Zane’s entrance from last year."

Vinegar: "Last year?"

Leiberjosch: "Yeah, with the highlights and the two songs."

Vinegar: "You mean the one he just came down to?"

Leiberjosch: "Wait, that only happened tonight? God damn it, Zane!"

Covert Jay: "Alright, all of our competitors are in the ring and here… we… go!"

Vinegar: "This is a huge match with potentially huge connotations for some of our competitors."

Leiberjosch: "Indeed! Zane Scott could win the Grand Slam. Travis Pierce could move back into the limelight. Eden Morgan could lose at Horizons. Again."

Vinegar: "She won last year…"

Leiberjosch: "She did? Well clearly it was forgettable."

Covert Jay: "And what about Jessica Mathis?"

Leiberjosch: "Who?"

Vinegar: "Let’s just start the match."

In the ring, each of the four competitors stand in their corner. As the bell rings, Eden is the first to step out, but quickly Peirce, Zane and Mathis close ranks. It’s a few seconds before Eden’s fight pose drops and she just looks around at the three competitors circling her. She rubs the bridge of her nose… And shakes her head.

Covert Jay: "Looks like the challangers want to take the Champion out early."

Vinegar: "Smart move – take out the Champion, arguably the strongest competitor first."

And they strike. All at once like a nest of vipers swarming The Ice Queen. She does well fending off the first few attacks, elbowing Zane in the side of the head and staggering him and fighting off Pierce with a couple of heavy boots. It’s JEM, however, who manages to gain control by sweeping Eden’s legs. Zane follows suit, holding down her arms as Pierce begins to step a mud hole in Eden, not leaving an inch unstomped.

Vinegar: "This is no more than a damn mugging.”

Leiberjosch: "All’s fair in love and Chaos Rules matches."

Finally Mathis and Scott release Eden’s arms and legs and she curls up holding her stomach, but the assault doesn’t stop there. Zane signals for Eden to be pulled up to her feet. He mutters something to JEM and Pierce who nod… Eden is lifted between them up into a shoulder high press, before being tossed up into the air. Zane smiles the entire time as he hits her with Murderous Intent.

Leiberjosch: "Good night Ice Queen!"

Vinegar: "Damn it – Eden Morgan might be broken in half!"

But they’re not done, as it’s Peirce’s turn to ask for her to be brought to her feet. Eden is hardly even conscious as Jessica and Zane lift her up again. Pierce measures her slowly, before he hits her with The Truth Hurts. Both knees smashing hard into Eden’s face. She lets out a shriek of pain, blood coming from her nose – still not fully healed from Ichabod’s assault just six weeks earlier.

Covert Jay: "They’re intent on taking her out of this match before it’s even really started."

Leiberjosch: "Smart move. She’s dangerous."

Vinegar: "She’s also hurt!"

This time it’s Mathis turn, she signals to the men in the match to turn Eden over. The shrieks have stopped now as Morgan loses some consciousness. Mathis climbs to the top rope, readying herself for a huge frog splash that she calls The Spotlight Stealer. She leaps into the air and…

Vinegar: "Murderous Intent! Out of nowhere!"

Covert Jay: "Ninja intent!"

Zane blasts Mathis with a huge uppercut and she hits the mat hard before rolling to the outside. Pierce uses his foot to push Eden to the edge of the apron and likewise she drops off to the ground. Zane turns to face Pierce and they smile at once another – these two men having met two years before. The crowd swell with anticipation as Zane slaps his knee to show that it’s in perfect working order and then…

Leiberjosch: "Here… We… Go!"

Zane and Pierce clash in the middle of the ring, rights and lefts flying at one another as the malice and distain of two years before begins to burst out from the both of them. Their strikes are hard and vicious, before Zane pushes Travis backwards and swings a huge clothesline at him. Pierce ducks, turns on the spot and kicks Zane in the stomach. He hooks him for a snap suplex but Zane blocks, he spins out of the underhook and hits the huge Clothesline on Pierce and the crowd pop.

Covert Jay: "First blood Zane Scott!"

Leiberjosch: “This match has had an explosive start!"

Zane backs off as Travis climbs to his feet before hitting a huge knee trembler. Pierce falls hard as Zane rolls out of the ring and immediately begins looking for toys. He manages to find dustbin lid and a bowling ball with Donovan Hasting’s head painted on it. He slides back into the ring and Presses his fingers into the three holes which are Donovan’s mouth and nostrils before throwing it at Pierce. Travis catches it in his stomach, the blow seemingly taking the wind out of his sails before Zane smashes him in the face with the bin lid.

Vinegar: "Savagery by Zane Scott! He’s well in control of this contest now."

Leiberjosch: "He’s determined to become a Grand Slam Champion!"

The Bowling ball remains in place in Travis’ stomach as Zane begins to stomp on the ball driving into Pierce’s gut. The Icon of Entertainment’s eyes are wide as the air is driven out of him over and over again. Zane places the dust bin lid in the middle of the ring and pulls Travis up. He hooks Travis for a spinning neak breaker, but somehow Travis spins out. He kicks Zane in the stomach and hits him with a DDT on the bin lid.

The two lie motionless for a few moments as the referee checks on all combatants as, for the moment, all four are out. Yet it’s Peirce that begins to move first. He pulls himself towards the edge of the ring rolling out onto the apron. He pulls himself up as he climbs to the top rope. Zane begins to stir and gets to his knees, and then to his feet. And as Travis leaps off with a missle dropkick, Zane hits a running big boot!

Vinegar: "Wait… Did they… Both?"

Covert Jay: "Yes! Peirce hit the missile drop kick and Zane hit the big boot."

Leiberjosch: "Wait, they’re both out? What the hell is going on?"

And then, from the outside a hand emerges on each side of the ring. Firstly, Eden Morgan’s anger filled, bloodied face can be seen over the edge of the apron as she pulls herself up to her feet. On the far side, Jessica Mathis does likewise. They share a look of fury before each of them begin to search under the ring. Eden is first back up with a Cane, and Mathis appears with likewise. They roll into the ring and nod at one another, before looking down at Zane and Pierce.

Vinegar: "Oh my! Looks like we’re about to have a Women’s Revolution!"

Leiberjosch: "What?"

Covert Jay: "Yeah, what?"

Vinegar: "I just meant… It looked… Nevermind."

Mathis and Morgan didn’t wait for their opponents to stir, they just began to rain blows down upon them. This, of course, had the effect of waking them up from their naps as they began to shout in pain as the Singapore Cane’s left welts across their backs. As they got to their feet to try and escape the blows, Mathis and Morgan switched with Eden now nailing Zane and Mathis beating on Travis. The crowd pop big for the exchange that ends, seemingly, with a totally unrehearsed double nut shut. Zane and Travis are brought to their knees simultaneously with Cane shots to the crown jewels.

Vinegar: "Well… That was…"

Covert Jay: "Uncalled for?"

Leiberjosch: "Extremely…"

Vinegar: "I concur gentlemen."

They don’t let off, however, as they decide to use the previously used weapons. Zane and Pierce are placed in opposite corners as Eden takes the bowling ball and smiles as she places Hasting’s head, face first, into Zane Scott’s crotch. Mathis places the dustbin lid over Peirces upper body. And then in stereo they switch, running and hitting drop kicks into the weapons. And without giving Zane or Pierce a chance to recover, they switch again as both men are left in a crumpled heap. This time. It’s the men who roll to the outside.

Vinegar: "Viva la revolution!"

Leiberjosch: "Would you stop that? That’s so twenty fifteen."

Covert Jay: "Yeah… Totally Twenty fifteen."

JEM and Eden turn to face one another and begin to bounce ready for an exchange of their own. And they strike, with Eden taking immediate control with a forearm to Mathis’ face. JEM staggers backwards and Eden doesn’t let up as she hits two more forearms, before Jessica strikes back with a couple of her own. Both are staggered before Jessica’s standing drop kick takes Eden out through the middle rope.

Vinegar: "To the outside!"

Covert Jay: "What is wrong with you?"

Vinegar: "I’m not entirely sure – I skipped lunch."

Mathis follows Eden outside of the ring, but Eden’s half under the apron. As JEM pulls her out, Morgan sprays her in the face with a fire extinguisher. Eden follows this up with a shot to the stomach with the extinguisher and then one to the back. JEM falls to the ground as Eden grins out at the crowd. Her happiness is short lived, however, as she turns into a clothesline from Zane Scott.

Vinegar: "Zane back in the game!"

Leiberjosch: "I think you need a time out. Seriously."

Zane’s face is contorted into a somewhat deranged grin as he drags Eden up into a standing position. He hooks her from behind for an atomic drop, but instead of landing her on his knee, he drops her coccyx first onto the guard rail. She lets out a wail of pain, but before she can recover, Pierce is there. He hooks her and lifts her into a suplex, but brings her down with her lower stomach hitting hard on the guard rail.

Covert Jay: "Eden Morgan is taking a hell of a beating here tonight."

But there’s no time to pity the Champion as Pierce and Scott now pick up where they left off trading blows. Pierce is staggered as he leans over the guard rail, and he grabs the first thing he can lay his hands on. He turns and begins wailing at Zane Scott with a fan’s purse. Tampons, change and pens with no lids fly through the air as Zane tries to duck out of the way.

Zane trips over Jem and hits the ground hard as Travis tosses the purse back to the reddening woman in the crowd. He turns back to face Zane only to find himself caught in the gut with one of the spare turnbuckle connections from under the ring. Zane takes a moment to compose himself, but Mathis doesn’t give him that time, stealing a move from Eden she sprays Zane in the face with the fire extinguisher. Scott flails wildly as Eden pushes herself back up – she runs at Zane and plows him against the ring post. They both fall to the ground, Eden clutching her stomach and her lower back, Zane shaken by the impact.

Covert Jay: "Well… This match just stepped up a little."

Eden gingerly starts to get to her feet, but Mathis again captablises. She pushes Eden back, her lower back and ass hitting the guard rail. She lets out another howl, but this time it’s anger. Eden pushes off the rail and hits a discuss clothesline taking Jem damn near out of her boots. She climbs the steps and looks down at Pierce who turns just in time to feel himself hit with a Summersault Senton off the apron.

Immediately, it looks like a mistake, Eden holds her stomach and her back again as Zane and Mathis start to come around, Zane reaches up and grabs one of the Canes from inside of the ring. Mathis turns just in time to feel one connect with her stomach. The follow up to her back drop her to the ground.

Covert Jay: "Zane Scott is dangerous with his bare hands, which moron gave him license to use a weapon?"

Leiberjosch: "…"

Covert Jay: "Oh… Right…"

Vinegar: "Huttah!"

Covert Jay: "Hey! That’s my line!"

Zane measures Travis and Eden as they slowly get to their feet. Eden turns as Zane aims a shot at Travis’ stomach, but he dives out of the way. The swing continues however, and the tip of the Cane… The hardest part of it… Connects with Eden’s throat. She hits the floor hard, her hands immediately gripping and clawing at her neck, her legs flailing despite the pain elsewhere.

Leiberjosch: "Oh my god! Eden Morgan may have been seriously injured here!"

Covert Jay: "We need to get someone out here… Quickly."

EMT’s begin to flood the ringside area as Eden is tended to by medical professionals. Zane Scott looks concerned briefly, but that was cut off by The Icon of Entertainment, hitting him with a crude low blow. As Zane dropped to his knees, Travis picked up the Cane and measured him for a shot to the face. It would have happened too… If it hadn’t been for that pesky Jessica Mathis.

Covert Jay: "Missile drop kick!"

Vinegar: "Oh my god! Mathis just took out Travis Pierce, Zane, the EMT’s and Eden’s stretcher!"

It was true, Eden was lay on her side still holding her throat and coughing. Pierce was now lay several feet away having fallen backwards over the stretcher and JEM had landed on both Zane and the EMT’s. The fans were chanting in unison for fecal mater of the religious variety as Mathis finally realized that she was in control. She dragged Travis up to a standing position and rolled him into the ring. She rolled back inside and took control.

Covert Jay: "Mathis with a drop kick there. And she’s not letting up!"

Vinegar: "Head scissors take down!"

Mathis followed the head scissors by hitting a springboard single leg kick that knocks Travis Pierce down. She climbs to the top rope and lets out a scream as she leaps off with a beautiful looking Frog Splash.

Covert Jay: "Spotlight Stealer!"

1… 2… NO! Zane Scott is back in the ring to break up the cover. He grips Mathis by her tights and spins her around throwing her between the rope and into the steal ring post. She just hangs their, lay on the ropes wrapped around the post as Zane covers Pierce.

1… 2… NO! Pierce gets his shoulder up.

Zane now lifts Pierce to his feet, before hitting the ropes and hitting the Spinebreaker!

Vinegar: "Was that…."

Leiberjosch: "Dirge’s Spinebreaker!"

The crowd go wild, and Zane makes the cover, but he immediately stops, his eyes opening in anger, as he looks to ringside and to the real reason for the crowds delight. Eden Morgan is back to her feet, and from under the ring she holds…

Vinegar: "The damn Weed Whacker!"

She coughs as she smiles as she motor whirs. Zane forgets Peirce and begins to give chase. Eden doesn’t advance, however, she allows him to chase her. She slows however, as her lack of breath leaves her painfully unable to breath. She turns to face him and he smiles at his victory as she tosses the Weed Whacker to him. He catches it, feeling a sense of victory. It is, however, short-lived.

Covert Jay: "Morgan has that baseball bat covered in Christmas!"

And she swings it, cleaving the Weed Wacker in two as the Christmas lights shatter and the glass cuts into Zane’s stomach. He doubles over in agony and drops to his knees before Eden drags it out tearing his skin. She lifts it up maliciously an brings it down across his back, opening up small holes that bleed. Zane turns over, his back arched against the ground as she rolls into the ring. She coughs again as she rubs her injured throat. This time it’s Pierce that feels the force of baseball bat, to the back and then the tip of it against his stomach.

Leiberjosch: "The Ice Queen is a woman possessed, she’s not giving up this title without a fight."

Vinegar: "And why should she? This is the title that won her the grand slam! Shes entitled to fight to keep it!"

Covert Jay: "Yeah, Hans. Why should she?"

Leiberjosch: "You love that this is my last night in charge, don’t you?"

Eden uses the baseball bat to keep herself in a standing position. She staggers somewhat as Jessica pulls herself from the ropes, she turns around just in time for Eden to bring the tip of the Baseball bat against her forehead, knocking her out cold in the middle of the ring. Eden tries to let out a scream, but she can’t. Her damaged throat only just letting through enough air to keep her conscious.

Covert Jay: "Zane and Pierce are on the outside of the ring. Eden looks like she’s readying to finish off Mathis"

"The Champion is in complete control here."

Eden, however, is still struggling with her injuries… Her back, her abdomen and her throat amongst those bothering her most – so much so that despite her screams, she staggers back against the ropes… She uses the momentum to push her back towards Mathis who she quickly covers.

1… 2… No! Mathis gets her shoulder up.

Eden slaps the mat as she begins to pull herself back up against the ropes. Outside the ring, Pierce and Zane are back up and exchanging blows on the outside of the ring as Eden and Jessica battle to get back to a standing position.

Outside, Pierce and Zane’s fight leads to Zane backing Pierce up against the guardrail. He backs off before taking himself and Peirce over and into the crowd. Back in the ring, Jem and Eden are edging towards mutual weapons as Eden grabs the bowling ball and JEM graps the Cane.

Covert Jay: "This could be about to get interesting."

Vinegar: "Like it wasn’t already!"

Leiberjosch: "Please don’t bring up girl on girl."

Jem turns and swings the cane, but Eden holds up the bowling ball and the Cane shatters into pieces. Jem looks at the handle left in her hand, and then up at Eden who smiles sweetly before dropping the bowling ball on Mathis’ foot!

Covert Jay: "Foot-balls!"

Leiberjosch: "That was terrible."

Vinegar: "Yeah Jay! Terrible."

Leiberjosch: "I want to strangle both of you."

In the crowd, neither Pierce or Zane are letting up, with Zane throwing a chair at Pierce who only just ducks out of the way. A cup full of beer douses Zane who merely laughs before grabbing a second and chugging it much to Pierces disgust. Pierce can be seen asking Zane if he’s finished, before Zane spits beer into Travis’ face.

Covert Jay: "Ninja beer swill!"

Leiberjosch: "Neither man able beer-ly get a-head. Get it? Beer… Ly. A-head? Like on Beer."

Vinegar: "Back to the match now…"

In the ring, Eden is taking a moment to rest while Jessica limps a little. Finally, when JEM turns to face the Champion, Eden lifts her hands flexes them as if to say “bring it on.” Back in the crowd, Pierce runs from Zane and jumps back to ringside, and as Zane follows, he’s caught with a knee to the side of the head. Zane backs against the announce table, as Pierce grabs the ring bell and runs it hard against Zane’s skull. Zane falls back onto the table and Pierce pushes him back on it.

Leiberjosch: "Seriously? Again? Why does this always happen?"

Covert Jay: "You know… You’re not in charge of the budget after tonight…"

Leiberjosch: "…"

Vinegar: "He’s got a point…"

Leiberjosch: "Put him through the f*****g table!"

Back in the ring, Eden and Mathis are exchanging rights and lefts with Eden taking control given her position of strength from earlier. Pierce climbs up onto the announce table with Zane, and stands over his former foe.

Leiberjosch: "Quit mocking him and do it!"

Vinegar: "Always a mistake to waste time."

Never has a truer word been spoken, as Pierce lifts Zane up and locks him in a full nelson, Scott ducks out underneath. Pierce turns on the spot to feel a boot to the stomach and a grinning Zane lifts him up into the air hitting a huge Brainbuster which takes them both through the announce table.

Crowd; Holy Sh!t! Holy Sh!t! Holy Sh!t!

Back in the ring, Eden backs Mathis up into the corner and whips her to the far side, but Mathis reverses! The crowd pops for Jessica as she follows up with a corner clothesline! Eden holds her throat and kicks her feet as Mathis gives her no opportunity to get back into the match. She drags Eden up and Double underhooks her, ready for the Grammy-Whammy, but Eden spins out… She twists through and lifts her foot up to Mathis’ jaw.

Covert Jay: "Fall of Eden!"

Vinegar: "No! Mathis held the ropes!"

Leiberjosch: "She had it scouted!"

Eden falls down, back first to the mat, hard. She arches her back in pain as JEM modifies her usual Hologram attempt by Rolling Eden up for the pin.

1… 2… NO! Eden kicks out…

But she doesn’t let go – with an agility belaying her injured form, Eden spins up, dragging Jem up off the ground and spinning under her arm – for the second time she goes for the Fall of Eden! This time, she hits it perfectly. Eden clamours over to make the cover, but as she drops on top of Mathis…

Covert Jay: "Zane is back in the ring!"

Eden is lifted up and tossed into the air, Zane grins widely as he hits her hard with Murderous Intent – the force of the shot takes Eden backwards into the ropes and her arms wrap up in them, hanging her up. Zane smiles maliciously…

Leiberjosch: "And here’s Pierce!"

Pierce staggers up and swings wildly at Zane who ducks and lifts him up into the air – for the third time in the match, Zane takes a leaf out of the book of one of his mentors as he hits a huge Ticket to Nothingness.

Vinegar: "Mathis is back up!"

And a truer word would never be spoken as Jessica Mathis has rolled onto the apron, and started to climb the ropes. Zane looks around, finally realising she’s not around, he turns just in time to see her launch off with cross body!

1… 2… NO! Zane gets his shoulder up!

Eden begins to stir, her eyes opening as she begins to try and fight out of the ropes, but she’s wound in tight. Mathis picks up the second cane from earlier and swings it at Zane who catches it under his arm. He chops down across her wrists, taking control and hitting Mathis square between the eyes. She staggers and bounces the ropes, as Zane catches her and lifts her up, the cane beneath her chin.

Vinegar: "Wait… Does this look like…"

Leiberjosch: "Yes! Yes it does!"

Covert Jay: "What? What is it?"

Zane holds Mathis in place, the cane beneath her jaw as he points at the struggling Eden. The Ice Queen looks furious as she realises what Zane is about to do. He drops, almost snapping Mathis in half with Colin Zale’s Rude Awakening!

Crowd: Holy sh!t! Holy sh!t! Holy sh!t!

Zane spins around, lying on top of Mathis, his forearm pressing her face towards Eden.
1…
2…
Eden gets her arms out of the ropes, and lunges.
3! But it’s too late!

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Chaaaaaaoooooooos Champioooooooooon! Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane… Scoooooooooooooooooooooooott!

Vinegar: "Zane Scott did hit! He finally did it! He’s a Grand Slam Champion!"

Leiberjosch: "The third during my reign as Creative Director."

Vinegar: "Yes… It was all you, Hans."

Covert Jay: "Shut up, Vinegar!"

Leiberjosch: "Yeah, shut up Vinegar!"

Zane Scott slowly slides himself backwards out of the ring, not taking his eyes off Eden as he does. As he reaches ringside, the referee hands him the Chaos Championship. He smiles at her one last time, as he lifts it above his head in triumph and Here Comes the Pain begins to play.

Vinegar: "Something tells me this isn’t over between Zane and Eden Morgan, gentlemen."

Leiberjosch: "Maybe not, but for now we make do with a new Chaos Champion."

Covert Jay: "What a night this has been so far!"


Zane Scott - 8.04

Eden Morgan - 7.33

Travis Pierce - 6.83

Jessica Mathis - 6.79

[Lord Hastings]

As the haunting and deep voice echoes over an unusually quiet arena, chanting the words of houses erased from the face of the earth, a reddish fog seeps slowly over the stage. When the deep bassline grows, gold laser lights emit a lattice of lines through the mist, and Ichabod parts the curtains to step onto the stage. The guitars and drums slowly build the audience into an uneasy anxiety, and as the climax begins--'And so he spoke, and so he spoke'--Ichabod slowly stalks down to the ring.

Ichabod ascends the ring with purpose written all over his face. He walks into center ring and stops for that Referee Hazel East can check him for illegal objects. Once she does she nods at him and he begins to stalk back and forth across the ring as he awaits the arrival of his former brothers in the “Engine of Chaos”, Rogan MacLean and Gabriel Baal.
Covert Jay: "Alright and here we are – ready to watch the final end of the Engine of Chaos."

Vinegar: "Ichabod is in the ring, now we just await his opponents…"

”Ridicule” by American Head Charge kicks in and the crowd are on their feet for one third of this match. They begin a chant of Rogan, Rogan, Rogan, Rogan as the ring announcer lifts the mic.

Announcer: “And from Galway, Ireland weighing in at two hundred pounds. Rooooooogan… Maaaaaaaaacleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!”

The crowd pop again, but the music slowly dies.

Leiberjosch: "Sorry ladies and gentlemen, there appears to be a slight mix up. Let’s do this again…"

Ridicule kicks in again, and the crowd pop all over, but once more, there’s no entrance. Leiberjosch can be heard holding his hand over the mic, asking the ring crew what the hell is going on, but they can’t answer. He tells them to move on and circle back around.

Ichabod’s mouth is curled into a grin, lending credence to the idea that he, in fact, knows exactly what is going on. The lights cut out, and a single spotlight frames the middle of the stage,

"Tonight, brings forth the end of an age. The end of the entity known as “The Engine”."

The stage begins to open slowly as smoke begins to rise. And amidst the smoke rises an altar of sorts, black marble, hewn from a single piece. The sides of the altar, are adorned with two owl faces, and in the centre Serpent draped cross with wings and a crown over the top.

"The time of Chaos has come to end – its final resting place to be found upon our altar."

From the ceiling, through more smoke, a figure can be seen lowering. As it drops slowly, the crowd in attendance recognize the mask upon its face – the Cthulhu Mask of the missing previous entrant, Rogan MacLean. As he reaches the altar, his back comes to rest upon its surface, and his arms drape lifelessly over the edge.

"And so falls the Engine of Chaos."

The mask slips from his face, falling to the ground at his head, revealing a bruised and bloody visage.

"And so rise… The Mechanism of Order."

And “In Disarray” by Pop Evil kicks in, the entire crowd begin to boo as the Engine of Chaos music begins to play. Another spotlight drops, this time several feet back, as “The Mechanism of Order” Gabriel Baal stands centennial, his hands upon the top of his cane. He slowly raises his head to reveal an ornate metal Owl Mask.

He steps forward and places his hand, holding the cane, on Rogan’s chest and lowers his head, his free hand pressed against his heart. And then, with one fluid motion, he pulls his hand from his chest and pulls the mask from his face. He looks down to the ring, not taking his eyes of Ichabod as he places the Owl Mask over Rogan’s face.

As the Chorus kicks in, Gabriel begins his walk to the ring, the spotlight now showing him adorned in Priests robes, but his face painted with the same markings as his mask, the owl clear for all to see. He stops at ringside, looking up at Ichabod, and slowly extends his arms wide, his eyes facing to the heavens.

Vinegar: Baal looks terrifying!

Lieberjosch: Ichabod looks unimpressed. It’s going to take a lot more than that to intimidate such a grizzled ring warrior!

Vinegar: Baal slowly enters the ring in one of the creepier ring entrances that I’ve seen in a while.

Lieberjosch: He understands the value of psychology.

Vinegar: Sure, but it would be more effective against someone of less experience than Ichabod. As you can plainly see, Ichabod just seems to be amused by it.

Lieberjosch: On some level, Ichabod is amused by everything. I’ve never met a man who is as hard to read as he is.

Vinegar: It’s worked to his benefit for years.

Lieberjosch: Yes it has. Here’s Claude with the introductions.

Claude: Ladies and gentlemen, this match features the founders of the “Engine of Chaos” in a final battle to decide the end of one of the most dominant factions in UGWC history. The winner gets bragging rights over the other while the loser may see his career end! This match promises to be brutal and violent and isn’t for the fate of heart.

Vinegar: I’m surprised that you didn’t make this match a Chaos match, given their histories.

Lieberjosch: It made more sense to leave it a regular match. I figured that it would force them to be creative and truly show off their vicious sides.

Covert Jay: Rude.

Lieberjosch: Shut it, imbecile.

Vinegar: You’ve guaranteed that both men will dig deep into their respective bag of tricks to put the other one away. I expect this
to be insanely violent.

Lieberjosch: A faction that was once as dominant as “The Engine of Chaos” that was comprised of a legend like Ichabod and a future legend like Gabriel Baal deserves an ending that will go down in the annals of UGWC history.

Vinegar: No argument here.

Covert Jay: You said “anal”.

Lieberjosch: Go back to sleep, idiot.

Vinegar: Let’s go to the ring for the introductions.

Mitchell: Introducing first… he is a decorated veteran with over twenty six Championships to his name across eighteen promotions.
He is a former two-time UGWC Chaos Champion and a former Co-Operative Championship. He is a founding member of one of the most dominant and influential factions in UGWC history when he helped to form and then lead the “Engine of Chaos”. He’s been partnered with a long list of some of the greatest talents that professional wrestling has ever seen, including The Mainstreamer, “The Resident Evil” Raenius, Jet Somers and Jezebel Saint. He’s an agent of chaos and order and has contacts with governments from all over the world. Ladies and gentlemen I give you… ICHADBOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!

Vinegar: Listen to that cheer. I’m not sure if it’s because they like him, but they certainly respect him.

Lieberjosch: As they should. He’s a legend and I can all but guarantee that he’ll be enshrined in the UGWC Hall of Fame in the future.

Covert Jay: He scares me.

Lieberjosch: It’s relieving to know that you have some level of functional intelligence, even if it’s distressingly low.

Vinegar: He’s an accomplished and dangerous man. There’s no doubt about it.

Lieberjosch: The man across from him is equally as dangerous and is cementing his place as a growing legend in our business.

Vinegar: I may not like his methods, but I have to agree with you.

Lieberjosch: Of course you do. I’m right.

Vinegar: Right...

Mitchell: And his opponent! He hails from London, England although he currently resides in “The City that Never Sleeps, New York, New York. Although he has not been in wrestling for long, he’s racked up an impressive list of championships and accolades. He is a UGWC Grand Slam Champion and the winner of both the two thousand and sixteen Global Challenge and the two thousand and seventeen Massive Melee. He’s a co-founder of one of the most influential factions in UGWC history in both the “Engine of Chaos” and now as a member of “The Court”. He’s a master of mind games and manipulation and one of the most dangerous men in wrestling today. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “The Mechanism of Order”, GABRIEL BAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!

Vinegar: Both men came ready for war.

Lieberjosch: And Baal took out MacLean, so they’ll have this fight completely to each other.

Vinegar: Yes, but we know that MacLean will be back for revenge in the future.

Covert Jay: Do you think he did that because he’s afraid of Rogan?

Lieberjosch: I wouldn’t hazard to opine as to what his motivations are.

Covert Jay: Pine? What do trees have to do with this?

Lieberjosch: Opine. It means “to give an opinion of”.

Covert Jay: Can you use it in a sentence for me?

Lieberjosch: I opine that you are a useless imbecile.

Covert Jay: Sorry. That’s not helping.

Vinegar: Gentlemen, if you don’t mind?

Lieberjosch: Quite right, Nicholas. We have more important things to do right now.

Vinegar: Yes. WE do.

Lieberjosch: With MacLean out of the way, we’ll see who the true dominant member of the former “Engine” is. It’ll be the chaos of Ichabod against the order of Gabriel Baal.

Vinegar: It’s not “order” just because Baal says it is. That’s arrogance.

Lieberjosch: Are you going to tell him that to his face?

Vinegar: Probably not. That doesn’t make me wrong.

Lieberjosch: Way to stand for your beliefs, Nicholas.

Vinegar: Shut up, Hans.

Covert Jay: There’s Claude with the bell!

Vinegar: Ichabod and Baal rush each other and begin to exchange a barrage of vicious punches at each other’s heads. I’ve never seen this degree of ferocity out of either of them.

Lieberjosch: Both have something to prove. Baal is trying to prove that his vision of the future is superior while Ichabod is
trying to force Baal to prove that he deserves to take up his mantle.

Vinegar: You think Ichabod is going to retire soon?

Lieberjosch: I don’t “know”, but put the pieces together here. It seems pretty obvious to me.

Covert Jay: It’s not obvious to me.

Lieberjosch: Shocking.

Vinegar: Ichabod ducks under an attempted left by Baal and drives a knee into his ribs. Baal doubles over and Ichabod wraps him up in a headlock.

Covert Jay: I wonder what he’s going to do next?

Lieberjosch: Make him a sandwich.

Covert Jay: Really? That’d be impressive.

Lieberjosch: No.

Covert Jay: Well that’s disappointing.

Lieberjosch: Welcome to my world.

Vinegar: Ichabod drags Baal’s head down and proceeds to drive a serious of vicious knee strikes into his head.

Lieberjosch: It’s a good strategy. If he can weaken Baal early and keep him completely off balance, he can set him up and finish him off.

Vinegar: If Baal doesn’t figure out a way out of this, he’s going to be bleeding soon.

Lieberjosch: He has to regain his faculties first. It’s hard to do that with someone’s knee cap repeatedly slamming into your head.

Vinegar: Ichabod slams another knee into Baal’s face and releases him. Baal jerks backwards but Ichabod is right on him with a
vicious kick to the stomach and follows it with an ace crusher that sends Baal reeling into the corner. Ichabod immediately follows
up with a vicious boot facewash that comes within centimeters of bouncing Baal’s head off of the ring post.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod is showing a degree of viciousness that we haven’t seen from him in a long time. Baal had better figure out a way out of this, or it’s going to be a very short match.

Vinegar: Ichabod hasn’t let up. He’s laying repeated boots into Baal.

Covert Jay: He’s stompin a mud hole in him!

Lieberjosch: Great. There’s a lawsuit for gimmick infringement.

Vinegar: Ichabod grabs the top rope, kicks himself off of the ropes and comes down to connect with a vicious dropkick that
violently jerks Baal’s head backwards.

Lieberjosch: You can’t argue with his strategy here.

Vinegar: Not at all.

Covert Jay: I could.

Lieberjosch: Please, go to the ring and do so. I’ll allow it.

Covert Jay: Nah. I’m good.

Vinegar: Ichabod pulls Baal up from the corner with a vicous smile on his face. Baal suddenly explodes out of the corner and drives

Ichabod across the ring into the far ring post.

Lieberjosch: It was a purely defensive act by Baal, but it might have given him just the opening that he needed.

Vinegar: Ichabod slumps into the corner but is already reaching for the ropes to pull himself back up. Baal steps back and checks his head. He appears to be satisfied with what he’s seeing, or not seeing, and focuses his predatory stare on Ichabod.

Covert Jay: Is he smiling?

Vinegar: They both are.

Lieberjosch: They both love a good fight and know that that’s exactly what they’re going to get from each other.

Vinegar: Baal drops into a crouch and waits until Ichabod is almost up to his feet…

Lieberjosch: A vicious clothesline by Baal!

Vinegar: Baal doesn’t release him, instead he wraps him up in a bear hug, turns, takes two steps and then fires Ichabod back first into the turnbuckle.

Lieberjosch: Baal came with a strategy here. He knows about Ichabod’s history of back problems and he’s clearly focusing on it.

Covert Jay: That’s dirty. What if he injures him?

Lieberjosch: All the better for him. It’ll make it easier for him to win.

Vinegar: Baal pulls Ichabod out of the corner, wraps him up, turns and once again launches him into the corner with another vicious
suplex that Ichabod suffers the full brunt of on his back.

Lieberjosch: You can’t fault his logic.

Vinegar: Ichabod slides down from the turnbuckle and is lays in a heap in the corner.

Covert Jay: Where’s Baal going? Is he taking tea time already? It doesn’t seem like a good time for it.

Lieberjosch: You continue to find new ways to embarrass this company.
Vinegar: Baal steps from the ring, grabs Ichabod by his arms and legs and begins to pull him towards the corner.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod is trying to fight it but without control over his arms and legs, he’s having a very hard time of it.

Vinegar: Baal pulls him back into the corner, steps up onto the sides of the ring, plants them and begins to wrench back on Ichabod’s arms and legs.

Lieberjosch: Good god. That’s viciously brilliant!

Vinegar: Listen to Ichabod yell!

Covert Jay: That makes my back hurt just looking at it.

Vinegar: Mine too. I have to admit how smart of a strategy that is. Not only is he putting absurd stress on Ichabod’s back by
wrapping it around the ring post, but he’s also putting horrible stress on his shoulders and legs by using them the way he is.

Lieberjosch: Baal has always been brilliant.

Vinegar: And vicious.

Lieberjosch: Hazel just walked over to the ropes and warned Baal to let Ichabod go.

Vinegar: Baal just smiles at her, but he’s still wrenching back on Ichabod.

Lieberjosch: Hazel begins the count.

Vinegar: Baal is clearly going to use as much of the five seconds as he can.

Covert Jay: So he’s going to hold him for four seconds?

Lieberjosch: Very good, Jay.

Covert Jay: Thanks, Doc! But I have a question.

Lieberjosch: I’m afraid to ask, but what is it?

Covert Jay: Is Hazel going to count tenths of a second?

Lieberjosch: And the moment is gone.

Vinegar: Baal releases Ichabod and rolls back into the ring. He shoos Hazel back with his hand and walks over to Ichabod, who he
pulls from the corner and promptly throws over the top rope and to the floor before he slides back out again.

Lieberjosch: That wasn’t much of a breather for Ichabod, who appears to be in agony down on the floor.

Vinegar: Baal contemptuously pulls Ichabod off of the floor, he grabs him by the hand spins around and throws him at the ring steps, which he crashes into with a thunderous bang.

Lieberjosch: Most importantly, he crashed back first.

Vinegar: Hazel tells Baal to bring it back into the ring and once again he just smiles at her before he pulls Ichabod up from the floor, grabs him by the wrist, spins and heaves Ichabod back first into the ring post.

Covert Jay: Did you hear the “thunk” that Ichabod made when he bounces off of the post?

Lieberjosch: “Thunk”, huh?

Covert Jay: What would you call it?

Lieberjosch: “Thunk” works, I suppose, as inelegant of a term as it is.

Covert Jay: What term would you use?

Vinegar: Task at hand, gentlemen.

Lieberjosch: Quite right.

Vinegar: Thank you. Baal rolls back into the ring at four, then rolls back out again and stalks back over to Ichabod, who’s still laying in a heap next at ringside.

Lieberjosch: Baal’s sticking to a very strong strategy. Ichabod might be done already.

Vinegar: I wouldn’t count him out just yet.

Lieberjosch: We’ll see.

Vinegar: Baal reaches over to Ichabod and pulls him to his knees.

Lieberjosch: Low blow from Ichabod and Hazel didn’t see it!

Covert Jay: Cheap shot!

Lieberjosch: Whatever works.

Vinegar: One might question his methods, but it got Ichabod the space that he needed.

Lieberjosch: Yes, which was more important for him than anything else.

Vinegar: Ichabod slowly gets to his feet and looks up at Hazel, who is up to three in her count. He grabs Gabriel from off of the floor and rolls him into the ring before he follows him in. Hazel stops her count and Ichabod slowly gets back to his feet.

Lieberjosch: You have to respect Ichabod’s fortitude. He just took a hell of a beating and he’s still standing.

Vinegar: No one has ever questioned that. He’s universally regarded as one of the toughest men to ever step into a wrestling ring.

Lieberjosch: Yes he is. No one would argue that.

Covert Jay: I would.

Lieberjosch: Seriously? Even you can’t be that stupid.

Covert Jay: Sike!

Lieberjosch: I have no idea why we keep you on the payroll.

Vinegar: Ichabod waits for Baal to get to his knees.

Covert Jay: That must have been some junk shot.

Vinegar: If anyone could do that, it’d be Ichabod.

Lieberjosch: Baal is back to his hands and knees and he looks up.

Fans: OHHHHH!!!

Vinegar: Did you hear the crack that Ichabod’s foot made when it connected with the side of Baal’s head?!

Lieberjosch: It appears that Ichabod is sticking to his strategy as well.

Vinegar: I was working and the more he hits Baal in the head, the harder it’s going to get for him to concentrate.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod is setting up Baal for something…

Vinegar: Baal gets to his feet…he staggers around to Ichabod…

Lieberjosch: Bitch Thump!

Vinegar: That could do it!

Lieberjosch: No! The momentum sent Baal through the second rope and out to the floor as Ichabod drops to his knees while grabbing at his back. That “Bitch Thump” took a little more out of his back than it might have had in it.

Vinegar: I doubt that’s going to stop him.

Lieberjosch: I concur.

Covert Jay: He’s a tough ninja.

Lieberjosch: Simplistic, if accurate.

Vinegar: Hazel checks with Ichabod to make sure that he can still go in spite of his back and he shoos her away.

Lieberjosch: He’s a warrior.

Covert Jay: Uh...what’s Ichabod doing?

Vinegar: I don’t know.

Lieberjosch: I do! Heads up, Baal!

Covert Jay: Air Ichy!

Vinegar: What a flying spear through the ropes!

Fans: OHHHHH!!!!

Covert Jay: Did you hear the sound that Baal’s back made when Ichabod drove him into the railing?

Lieberjosch: More importantly, it looked like Ichabod’s head hit it as well. That could come back to haunt him later.

Vinegar: Ichabod is back to his feet and laying into Baal with vicious and unrelenting stomps against the railing. If he’s stunned by hitting the railing head first, he’s not showing any indication of it.

Lieberjosch: Force of will and adrenaline. Say what you want about his methods, and I’ve always been impressed by them, but Ichabod has always had an unbreakable will to go along with his uncompromising toughness and lethal intelligence.

Covert Jay: What was calculating about that? He launched himself at Baal and possibly hurt his neck!

Lieberjosch: If you had any higher order intelligence at all, you’d understand that he did that because he respects Gabriel Baal
and how dangerous he is and he wanted to get an advantage because he knows how dangerous Baal is.

Vinegar: Minus the insult, the Doctor has a point. Baal has accomplished a lot in a very short time and he represents a grave
threat to Ichabod and the rest of UGWC. Ichabod is here to teach Baal a lesson in respect.

Lieberjosch: Yes, but by doing so he may have injured himself. We’ll see as the match progresses.

Vinegar: Ichabod pulls Baal up by his neck only to be brought up short by a quick kick to his knee by Baal.

Fans: OHHHHH!!!

Lieberjosch: That was a smart move by Baal to take advantage of the opening that kick to the knee created.

Vinegar: Yes and he certainly did that. Did you hear how hard Ichabod’s back bounced off of the railing?

Lieberjosch: Ichabod did suffer a serious back injury earlier in his career and while it hasn’t shown itself in a while, that couldn’t have helped it any.

Vinegar: Baal pulls Ichabod off of the ground, he lifts him up…

Covert Jay: Did you hear that gasp?

Vinegar: I did. I winced at the sight of that drop.

Lieberjosch: It was strategically brilliant. Baal knows about Ichabod’s history of back problems and just made them worse.

Covert Jay: The spine ain’t meant to bend like that, Doc!

Lieberjosch: In spite of your rather pedestrian use of nomenclature to explain it, I must agree that the human back is indeed not designed to be bent that violently and jarringly across a solid metal object.

Vinegar: Baal isn’t done with him. He drops Ichabod for only long enough to reassert his physical control over his opponent.

Lieberjosch: That was a smart move.

Vinegar: Baal lifts Ichabod back up and drops him back first across the railing again. He grabs him before he slumps over and wedges Ichabod’s left foot into the railing before Ichabod replies with a wild kick that momentarily backs him off.

Lieberjosch: Baal with a quartet of stiff retaliatory punches.

Vinegar: They disoriented Ichabod for long enough for Baal to trap Ichabod’s right foot in the railing.

Covert Jay: What’s he doing?

Lieberjosch: We’ll find out if he doesn’t get himself counted out and he’d better be careful, because Hazel has started the count again.

Covert Jay: I’m still wincing from watching Baal drop Ichabod back first across the safety barrier.

Vinegar: Me too.

Lieberjosch: Baal just rolled out of the ring and then quickly back out as he returns to Ichabod, who’s desperately trying to get his feet out of the railing.

Vinegar: He stops and smiles up as Baal stops in front of him.

Fans: OHHHHH!!!

Vinegar: Did you hear that slap? What disrespect!

Lieberjosch: Ichabod is still smiling.

Covert Jay: How is he still conscious?

Lieberjosch: He’s a lot tougher than you.

Vinegar: Baal just hopped over the railing and into the crowd.

Covert Jay: He can’t win in the crowd.

Lieberjosch: No, but he can wear him down further.

Vinegar: Baal gets behind Ichabod and he has an absolutely terrifying smile on his face.

Lieberjosch: And now we’re seeing why…

Vinegar: Listen to those forearm strikes that he’s landing on Ichabod’s chest!

Covert Jay: They’re ringing through the arena.

Lieberjosch: It’s clearly wearing Ichabod down as he’s starting to slump a little. He had his hands up, but he’s fading.

Vinegar: Baal reaches over, grabs Ichabod’s arms and stretches them back over the railing.

Covert Jay: I think I might be sick.

Lieberjosch: I can’t imagine the pain that Ichabod’s experiencing right now.

Vinegar: The only thing that I find harder to imagine is how he’s smiling through it! Look at him!

Lieberjosch: Yeah, even I’m a bit challenged to understand that.

Vinegar: Hazel just yelled at Baal to get it back into the ring as she begins another ten count.

Lieberjosch: That gives Baal at least six seconds to torture Ichabod before he has to break it off.

Vinegar: His eyes are locked onto her but he’s leaning over the railing and talking trash to Ichabod as he watches her.

Lieberjosch: Psychology is a big part of his game.

Vinegar: It’s a big part of Ichabod’s game, too. He’s not likely to beat him that way.

Lieberjosch: No, but it doesn’t hurt.

Vinegar: Not as much as being bent over the railing.

Lieberjosch: Certainly not.

Vinegar: Hazel just hit seven and Baal releases Ichabod, who slumps to the floor.

Covert Jay: His feet are still trapped in the railing! He’s done!

Lieberjosch: I wouldn’t count him out yet.

Covert Jay: If Baal doesn’t get back in the ring soon, I can count both of them out. Get it?

Lieberjosch: You make my head hurt.

Vinegar: Baal rolls back into the ring and is quickly admonished by Hazel for constantly going outside.

Lieberjosch: He has to be careful with that. She can disqualify for it.

Vinegar: Would you allow that to stand?

Lieberjosch: Of course not, but she could allow it.

Vinegar: Baal is wasting a little too much time here, even if Ichabod hasn’t moved yet.

Lieberjosch: His back has to be in utter agony right now.

Covert Jay: I think she could count to a thousand and Ichabod wouldn’t move.

Vinegar: I think you may be speaking too soon, Jay. He’s already stirring at ringside.

Lieberjosch: It’s absolutely incredible that he’s moving at all. I’m astounded that his back hasn’t completely locked up on him.

Vinegar: He is moving gingerly, but he’s moving. He has himself up on his hands now.

Lieberjosch: Look at the grimace on his face. You can tell that his back is in bad shape right now.

Vinegar: Baal has stopped arguing with Hazel and he looks down at Ichabod right as he somehow manages to wiggle his foot free of the railing.

Lieberjosch: That’s only one. The other is still stuck.

Vinegar: Baal leaves the ring and is walking around…he’s dropping onto a crouch…

Covert Jay: Charge!

Vinegar: Baal breaks into a run. He looks like he’s winding up for a punt to the head!

Lieberjosch: If he hits this, Ichabod is done.

Vinegar: Here he comes!

Covert Jay: Ninjabod!

Vinegar: That was unbelievable! Ichabod pushed himself off of the floor right as Baal was about to land the kick!

Lieberjosch: Baal found himself with a lot of momentum and no Ichabod at the last second and he ended up flat on his back.

Vinegar: Ichabod just collapsed back to the floor, clutching at his back!

Covert Jay: His foot is loose! How’d that happen?

Lieberjosch: I don’t know.

Vinegar: Neither do I.

Covert Jay: Well, he’s free now.

Vinegar: I think we all missed the fact that when Baal missed his attempted punt and fell on the floor that his head bounced off of it pretty hard. Baal is clearly dazed and Ichabod just needs to find a way to capitalize on it.

Lieberjosch: That’s going to be a tall order with a bad back.

Vinegar: Yes it will, but I think that Ichabod can do it.

Lieberjosch: So do I, it just won’t be easy.

Vinegar: Ichabod is back up and he rolls back into the ring and takes a second to collect himself and stretch his back out a
little. He rolls out and walks up to Baal, who’s beginning to stir after that nasty fall. He reaches over, pulls him up spins him around and throws him head first into the ringside railing. Baal crumples back to the ground, but Ichabod doesn’t give him any rest. He drives a knee into his face and drags him...

Lieberjosch: Towards us. Great.

Covert Jay: Are we going to lose another table?

Lieberjosch: Yes. It’s very likely.


Vinegar: That must take up a large part of our budget.

Lieberjosch: You have no idea.

Vinegar: Ichabod gets him around to ringside. He wraps Baal up, hoists him over head…

Covert Jay: Did you hear that “thunk”?

Lieberjosch: Yes, Jay. We heard it. It happened right in front of us.

Vinegar: Ichabod dropped Baal face first into our table and Baal is down on the floor holding onto his face in pain. Ichabod walks
over to one of the ringside cameras and grabs it from our camera man.

Covert Jay: He can’t use that. He’ll get disqualified.

Vinegar: He knows that.

Lieberjosch: I don’t think that he intends to use the camera itself. He just dragged Baal up to the barrier and has proceeded to
use the wires to bind one of his hands in it. If he could use a weapon right now, Baal would be at his mercy.

Vinegar: I think he is anyway. Ichabod is nothing, if not creative.

Lieberjosch: Very true, Nicholas. Very true.

Vinegar: Ichabod walks back up to the ring, rolls in to break the count and then rolls back out again. He smiles at Baal and pats him on the face, then steps back and winds up.

CRACK!

Vinegar: Jesus Christ!

Lieberjosch: That was one hell of a roundhouse kick!

Covert Jay: I’m jealous!

Vinegar: Why?

Covert Jay: It took me years to learn how to kick like that.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod is a one man war-machine. You’re a deluded idiot.

Vinegar: Ichabod steps back and admires his handiwork for a second and then throws another…and another…and another!

Lieberjosch: He’s wearing Baal out with those kicks!

Covert Jay: Man those are loud!

Vinegar: He lands another one, steps back and rolls back inside to break the count again before he rolls back out. He smiles at the clearly stunned Baal, lines up…

CRACK!

Lieberjosch: SUPERKICK!

Vinegar: That was horrific! Baal’s head at nowhere to go!

Lieberjosch: He might be out cold!

Covert Jay: I hope the medical staff is ready…

Lieberjosch: We had them ready to go before either of them cleared the curtain. We knew that this would be brutal.

Vinegar: Ichabod is kneeling down by the side of the ring and using the apron for support. His back is clearly a problem for him right now.

Lieberjosch: Baal’s plan is working.

Vinegar: Hazel is asking him if he can continue and he insists that he can. He walks over to Baal, whose head is still slumped over
from that superkick and he unties him from the railing. He drags him over to the ring, rolls him in and slides under the bottom rope. He grabs Baal and whips him hard into the corner. Baal bounces off and straight into a powerslam.

Lieberjosch: I think that’s the first wrestling move we’ve seen in ten minutes.

Vinegar: It is, at least inside the ring.

Lieberjosch: Huzzah.

Covert Jay: Gimmick...infringement.

Lieberjosch: Useless...moron.

Vinegar: Ichabod backs up and it looks like he’s setting up for another superkick. Baal is starting to stir in the corner. He pulls
himself up with the ropes, takes a step out and Ichabod leaps forward…

Covert Jay: Down goes Hazel! Down goes Hazel!

Vinegar: Baal just pulled Hazel in front of him and she ate the full force of that superkick!

Covert Jay: He should be disqualified!

Lieberjosch: By who?

Covert Jay: The refer… oh yeah.

Lieberjosch: Right.

Vinegar: Baal lashes out and kicks Ichabod in the groin, doubling him over. He smiles, takes a step back and begins to pepper him with kicks. Ichabod tries to cover up but isn’t having much luck.

Lieberjosch: This has been nothing more than a vicious brawl from the start.

Vinegar: Were you expecting a technical masterpiece?

Lieberjosch: Not really and now with no referee they can do pretty much whatever they want.

Vinegar: Baal lashes out with a kick that Ichabod manages to catch. Baal’s eyes widen and he holds out a hand as if to beg Ichabod to not return the groin shot.

Lieberjosch: Somehow I doubt he’ll get his way.

Vinegar: Nope!

Covert Jay: Yahtzee!!

Vinegar: He’s not...

Lieberjosch: Mother of God...


Covert Jay: Can I throw up now?

Vinegar and Lieberjosch: Yes!

Covert Jay: I’ll be right back.

Vinegar: I’m not sure that I want to say this out loud. Every male in the crowd is groaning right now.

Lieberjosch: I’m sure that Baal wishes that you didn’t have to.

Vinegar: Ichabod is...twisting his groin.

Lieberjosch: If Baal sings, I think he’ll be falsetto for a while.

Vinegar: Ichabod lifts Baal a couple of inches off of the mat and then…

Lieberjosch: Double or nothing. I don’t usually feel sorry for Baal, but today I do.

Vinegar: Right between the uprights… again.

Lieberjosch: Well, that’ll have him down for a while.

Vinegar: Ichabod looks over to see if Hazel is moving yet and smiles when he sees that she’s still down. He slides out of the ring, walks over to Claude and waves at him to move, which Claude happily obliges. Ichabod grabs his chair, slams it shut and throws it back into the ring. He slides back in and pulls the still agonized Ball from the mat. He pulls Baal over to the ropes and ties him up in them, then grabs the chair. He takes another quick look to Hazel and then smiles evilly at Baal, who’s struggling against the ropes.

Lieberjosch: I could disqualify him for this.

Vinegar: You could.

Lieberjosch: I could.

Vinegar: But you won’t.

Lieberjosch: Of course not. Listen to how hot this crowd is.

Vinegar: They ARE as loud as I’ve heard them all night.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod just bowed to Baal. Did you notice the slight wince that he flashed when he did that?

Vinegar: I did.

CRACK!!

Vinegar: I definitely noticed that chair shot. Holy shit.

Lieberjosch: No kidding.

Vinegar: Baal slumps in the ropes and Ichabod smiles.

CRACK!!!

Vinegar: Ichabod whacks him again!

CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

Vinegar: Jesus Christ.

Lieberjosch: That’s five chair shots in about forty five seconds.

Vinegar: Baal is bleeding!

Lieberjosch: I think you would be too after that.

Vinegar: I’d probably be dead. Somehow Baal’s eyes are still open.

Lieberjosch: He is a former Chaos and World Champion. He’s tough.

Vinegar: Ichabod throws the chair down and walks over to Ichabod. He leans over and runs his fingers over Baal’s forehead and runs them down his face so that it looks like war paint. He slides out of the ring and grabs another chair, which he throws into the ring before he follows it back in. He opens one and then the other and sets them up on either side of Baal under the gap between his back and the mat.

Lieberjosch: What you describe as “running his hands down Baal’s face” looked a lot more like eye gouging to me.

Vinegar: Ichabod just grabbed Baal by the feet and yanked him up and out of the ropes…

Lieberjosch: Nice adaptation.

Vinegar: Ichabod grabbed Baal at the top of the lift and turned it into a vicious powerbomb onto the open chairs! Baal is arcing his back in pain on the mat as Ichabod falls backwards onto the mat as he clutches at his and his chest heaves up and down. Both men are utterly exhausted at this point.

Lieberjosch: And we have no referee.

Vinegar: Right. We have no referee. Which means that when they get their wind back that this insanity will continue.

Covert Jay: I’m back. What did I miss?

Vinegar: Look.

Covert Jay: Blood. When the hell did that happen? And what happened to Hazel?

Vinegar: Baal happened to Hazel and Ichabod happened to Baal.

Lieberjosch: Nice summation, Nicholas.

Vinegar: Thank you.

Lieberjosch: You’re welcome.

Vinegar: Both men are getting to their feet and Hazel appears to finally be stirring.

Lieberjosch: I doubt that any order will be reestablished from this.

Vinegar: Baal pulls himself up with the ropes and Hazel notices the blood that’s pouring down his face. She looks at Ichabod, who just shrugs in return. She admonishes both men to stay within the rules and both of them reply with a blatantly insincere “promise”. Ichabod turns to Baal, who gestures at him to “bring it”. Ichabod obliges and breaks into a run.

Covert Jay: Ninja strike!

Vinegar: Damn it! Baal pulled Hazel in front of him again and she takes the brunt of Ichcabod’s clothesline! All three of them
tumble from the ring to the outside and land on the floor. Ichabod and Baal leap up and begin hammering away at each other again.

Lieberjosch: We’re going to have to pay Hazel extra for this. Bob’s not going to like this.

Vinegar: Baal and Ichabod stop punching and both duck under the ring apron.

Lieberjosch: This is about to get really interesting.

Vinegar: I think that they’re both going to be bleeding pretty soon.

Lieberjosch: Yes…yes they are.

Vinegar: Oh boy...Ichabod pulled out a steel pipe and Baal pulled out a weed whacker.

Covert Jay: I was wondering where that went.

Lieberjosch: What?

Covert Jay: I lost my weed whacker.

Lieberjosch: Why are you using a weed whacker in December?

Vinegar: Is this really important? We have a maniac with a steel pipe standing across from a blood covered megalomaniac with a weed whacker.

Covert Jay: What if it’s my weed whacker?

Vinegar: Clean it later.

Lieberjosch: That was funny, Nicholas.

Vinegar: We have a Mexican standoff at ringside and Jay is worrying about a weed whacker that he won’t have to use for six months.

Lieberjosch: I agree with you.

Vinegar: The two former stablemates stand and stare at each other as if they’re waiting for the other to make the first move. Baal smiles and begins to walk forward, revving the weed whacker as he advances.

Lieberjosch: Ichabod isn’t moving. At all.

Covert Jay: This is going to be ugly…

Vinegar: Baal reaches Ichabod, who holds the long steel pipe out in front of him so that the whacker is kicking up sparks from it.
Baal continues to advance, smiling the entire way with the whacker part aimed at Ichabod’s face.

Covert Jay: Ichabod doesn’t seem to care.

Lieberjosch: I wouldn’t count on that.
Vinegar: Ichabod just darted to his left and under the whacker. Baal lowers it and it barely grazes his back. Ichabod grits his teeth as the teeth dig into his back and flay his skin. God that looks painful.It only lasts a few seconds as he gets inside of the gardening implement turned weapon and drives the pipe into Baal’s ribs. Baal drops the weed and Ichabod winds up and drives the pipe into his stomach again, which takes Baal down to a knee.

Lieberjosch: It’s unfortunate for Ichabod that Hazel is still out cold at ringside, or he could probably rolls Baal back in, hit a “Bitch Thump” and call it a night.

Vinegar: Ichabod backs up a few steps and smiles dangerously at Baal, who is still gasping for air.

Lieberjosch: Both men have to be close to exhaustion right now.

Vinegar: Ichabod breaks into a run and charges at Baal. It looks like he’s going to knee him in the head!

Lieberjosch: I don’t know how many more strikes to the head Baal can survive before he’s done.

Vinegar: Ichabod reaches Baal and thrusts his knee out at Baal’s head.

Covert Jay: Baal Ninja’d out!

Lieberjosch: “Ninja’d” isn’t a word you dunce.

Vinegar: Baal uses Ichabod’s momentum, lifts him up and drops him face first into the ring steps.

Lieberjosch: That was a hell of an impact and Ichabod just rolls off and lands back first on the floor. Baal collapses to one knee
at ringside. Both men look absolutely exhausted.

Vinegar: With Hazel still down at ringside, there’s no one to execute a count. Whoever is up first is likely to get the advantage and perhaps the victory.

Lieberjosch: Your first statement is definitely true. Your second one is likely, but not guaranteed.

Vinegar: Baal gets to his feet, looks at the bleeding Ichabod and smiles. He stalks over to him, picks him up, backs up and runs him back first into the side of the ring!

Lieberjosch: Ichabod visibly winced there.

Vinegar: Hazel is starting to stir. They might want to get this back into the ring.

Lieberjosch: It looks like Baal might agree with you.

Vinegar: I doubt it had anything to do with me, but he did just roll Ichabod back into the ring.

Covert Jay: I just counted to fifty.

Lieberjosch: Good for you, Jay. I’m glad that your tutor is working.

Vinegar: Baal grabs Hazel and roughly shoves her back into the ring before he follows her in. He turns around…

Covert Jay: “Force of a Thousand Spinebusters”!

Lieberjosch: That may only slow Baal down briefly.

Vinegar: Hazel slowly gets to her feet and watches as Ichabod drops on top of him, completely exhausted. Hazel drops down for the count...

Lieberjosch: ONE!

Covert Jay: TWO!!

Fans: THRE…OHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Vinegar: Baal kicks out and Ichabod rolls off of him and onto the mat. Ichabod pushes himself up onto his knees, his face a bloody mess. He stands up right as Baal rolls over and pushes himself to a knee. Ichabod stumbles backwards and steadies himself on the top rope as Baal slowly gets to his feet.

Lieberjosch: The two men just nodded at each other. I think that meant “it’s time to end this”.

Vinegar: The two former “Engine” members run at each other, Baal ducks under Ichabod’s attempted strike, hooks him and heaves him
over into “The Call”. Hazel drops to the mat to count. There’s the one!

Lieberjosch: TWO!

Covert Jay: Ichabod kicks out before Hazel can land the three!

Vinegar: Ichabod pops out and flattens Baal with a quick enziguri. He pulls Baal back up but Baal takes a quick step back and drills Ichabod in the jaw with a rapid and very defensive “Catatonia”. Ichabod staggers backwards into the ropes and bounces forward. Baal kicks him in the stomach and double underhooks him…he lifts him up…

Lieberjosch: “The Fall”!

Covert Jay: Ichabod HAS to be done!

Vinegar: Baal drops on top and hooks his leg and there’s Hazel…

Fans: ONE!

Covert Jay: TWO!!

Lieberjosch: THRE...

Vinegar: Holy shit! How the hell did Ichabod kick out of that??!!

Fans: ICH-A-BOD!!! ICH-A-BOD!!! ICH-A-BOD!!!

Lieberjosch: Baal is practically beside himself! He screams at Hazel that her count is too slow.

Vinegar: Hazel tells him to back off or she’ll disqualify him. Baal sneers at her but turns back towards Ichabod…

Covert Jay: Kick from Ichabod! Ninja strike!

Vinegar: Ichabod grabs the bent over Baal, he hoists him up…jackhammer!!! He hooks Baal’s leg…

Lieberjosch: Here’s Hazel… ONE!!!

Covert Jay: TWO!!!

Vinegar: Baal kicks out right before Hazel’s hand can hit the mat for the three and Ichabod rolls over onto his back on the mat.
Both men are laying on their backs with their chests heaving up and down.

Lieberjosch: This match has been insane. It’s a good thing that we have a break after tonight, or we might not see these two for
months.

Vinegar: Maybe not. Hell, they might not be cleared to compete even after the break is over!

Lieberjosch: I agree, Nicholas!

Vinegar: Hazel has started a standing ten count and neither man has moved for at least the last two minutes. This could end in a
double count out.

Lieberjosch: I doubt that either man will allow that to happen. Say what you want about them, but both of them are tough and
prideful competitors who want to win this.

Vinegar: Hazel is up to five and neither man has moved.

Lieberjosch: It might take until nine, but both will get up before she’s done.

Vinegar: I’m surprised that we haven’t had more chants in this match.

Lieberjosch: I think that their silence is a mixture of respect and horror. The brutality in this match has been quite incredible at times.

Vinegar: Hazel is up to seven and both men have started to stir.

Lieberjosch: She hits eight and both men get to their knees simultaneously.

Vinegar: She’s at nine and they’re both to their feet, barely beating the count. I wouldn’t be surprised it both men just fall over from exhaustion soon.

Lieberjosch: Baal gets to his feet and staggers backwards towards the ropes. Ichabod gets up, turns around and staggers in his direction.

Vinegar: Baal sees him coming, he springs off of the second rope…”Freudian Slip”!!!

Covert Jay: Ichabod just dropped like the lights went out for good. Maybe after this, Baal should rename it the “Pink Slip”.

Lieberjosch: That was uncharacteristically witty.

Covert Jay: Thank you.

Lieberjosch: Don’t let it go to your head.

Vinegar: Hazel drops to the mat for the count.

Fans: ONE!!

Lieberjosch: TWO!!

Vinegar: THRE... HOLY CRAP!! ICHABOD KICKED OUT AGAIN!

Lieberjosch: Baal looks utterly beside himself. He has to keep his focus. He can’t get caught up arguing with Hazel.

Vinegar: Hazel’s officiating has been nearly perfect. He doesn’t have a leg to stand on.

Covert Jay: I see what you did there.

Lieberjosch: Shut up, Jay. He wasn’t making a joke.

Vinegar: Baal whirls around and grabs Ichabod. Ichabod drives a vicious uppercut into his jaw and kicks him in the stomach. Baal doubles over in pain…Ichabod picks him up…

Covert Jay: BITCH THUMP!!

Vinegar: Baal crumples in a heap onto the mat, but Ichabod signals for another one. He pulls Baal up, gets him into position…a second “Bitch Thump”!!!

Lieberjosch: PIN HIM!!!

Vinegar: Settle down, Hans.

Covert Jay: Ichabod drops into the pin. Is this going to be enough?

Vinegar: Hazel drops again and starts the count.

Covert Jay: One!

Lieberjosch: Two!

Vinegar: Thre...NO!!! BAAL JUST KICKED OUT!!!

Fans: THIS IS AWE-SOME!!!! THIS IS AWE-SOME!!!

Vinegar: Ichabod casts a weary look at Hazel, who insists that he got his shoulder up at exactly the last second. He stands up and tries to pick up Baal, but drops to a knee, grimaces and clutches at his back. He slowly stands up and grits his teeth as he grabs
Baal under his arms and begins to drag him towards the corner.

Lieberjosch: He’s clearly in absolute agony.

Vinegar: Ichabod gets Baal to the corner, picks up his dead weight and somehow gets him across the top turnbuckle, although he’s clearly in incredible pain. He ducks under Baal, picks him up onto his shoulders and backs up the ropes until he’s at the top. He’s going for “Euphoria”!

Lieberjosch: Something looks wrong.

Vinegar: I agree, Hans.

Lieberjosch: Get the medical team out here!

Vinegar: As soon as Ichabod stood up on the top rope with Baal on his shoulders, all of the color drained form his face.

Lieberjosch: This looks bad. Hurry the hell up back there!

Vinegar: Ichabod just collapsed from the top rope to the canvas and Baal crashed down with him!

Lieberjosch: Thankfully they didn’t fall the other way.

Vinegar: Ichabod isn’t moving. That nasty bounce that he took when he landed couldn’t have helped.

Lieberjosch: Hazel is crawling over to him and asking what’s happening. Based on her immediate look to the back, it’s bad.

Vinegar: Baal is back to his feet and he immediately flips Ichabod over and jumps on him to lock in “Demonsacre”, which seems to be utterly unnecessary at this point. He could just turn him over and pin him! Instead he’s trying to cripple him and end his career!

Lieberjosch: Even I think that this is unnecessary. Ichabod clearly can’t move right now. His back has completely gone out on him.

Vinegar: Hazel immediately calls for the bell and officials come pouring out of the back. Baal breaks the hold and practically throws Ichabod to the mat before he raises his hands in victory.

Mitchell: LADIES GENTLEMEN, THE WIINER OF THIS MATCH BY WAY OF A SUBMISSION, “The Mechanism of Order”, GABRIEL BAAAALLLL!!!!

Lieberjosch: He earned this victory and he should be proud of it.

Vinegar: Officials are swarming the ring and here comes the gurney and the backboard. The medics are swarming the ring and attending to Ichabod as Baal celebrates what might be the hardest victory of his career.

Lieberjosch: Thankfully our extremely professional medical team has this horrible situation well in hand.

Vinegar: I don’t want to take anything away from Gabriel Baal tonight. He’s an incredible competitor with a bright future in wrestling. That said, let’s not take anything away from Ichabod’s incredible career. He’s been a standard bearer for wrestling for decades and it would be an absolute shame if a career as fantastic as his has been ends this way, because of a back injury.

Lieberjosch: The medics and our medical team have Ichabod secured to the backboard and are moving him to the gurney. He hasn’t moved since he fell off of the turnbuckle and crashed to the ring.

Vinegar: The medics have him on the gurney and have secured him to it. They’re taking him out of the ringside area now and wheeling him up a rank and true to form, Ichabod is smiling all the way up. I’m not sure if that’s brave or insane, but we all wish you the best, Ichabod.

Lieberjosch: We do.

Vinegar: Baal continues to celebrate his victory. Lucy Wylde challenges Cross-Hemisphere Champion Magdalena Lockheart for her Championship next! Can she become a three-time Cross-Hemisphere Champion?!

[Lord Hastings]

Pbp: We continue here at Synergy with a match for the vacant Cross-Hemisphere Championship!

Cm: And this match is a Dr. Hans Lieberjosch special, featuring talent signed here by yours truly during my triumphant tenure as the Creative Director!

Cj: Which for all intents and purposes ends tonight.

Cm: I can promise the next one isn’t you.

Lucy Wylde walks out to the stage, taking in the aura of the crowd of the United Center before making her way down the ramp to the ring.

Dennis: The following contest is set for one fall, and is for the Cross-Hemisphere Championship! Introducing first, LUUCCYYY WYYYYLLLLLDDDDDDEEEEEEE!!!!

Pbp: What a debut year it has been for Lucy Wylde as a full-time member of the UGWC roster.

Cj: It certainly has. Already a 2-Time Cross-Hemisphere Champion with the opportunity to make a trifecta tonight, victories over the likes of Killian King, Jet Somers, and Zane Scott!

Cm: Again, you’re welcome.

Pbp: We originally expected Lucy Wylde to be challenging Sarah Lacklan for the title here tonight, the culmination of an epic rivalry that took place throughout the latter half of this year, but a series of unfortunate events put Lacklan on the shelf and forced her to vacate the championship, Wylde with the opportunity tonight to reclaim the gold.

The lights go out in the arena for a few moments causing the crowd to murmur. People gather their cellphones and lighters just to see what's going on. The camera pans out on what appears to be fireflies out in the stands.  In the pitch, a loud drum solo comes crashing over the Arena PA speakers. As the last cymbal crash falls eerily silent, bright red spotlights and strobes hit the stage along with dancing red laser lights, all marching along with the cadence of a heavily distorted bass guitar.

Someone sang your name today
and a stranger saw me crumble;
Haul my broken heart and shell away 
beggin', bury me beside you...

Magdalena Lockheart walks out from the curtain and continues through the center of the stage and down the ramp. Lockheart walks with a purpose, her jet-black trenchcoat swaying behind her as she rounds the corner to make it to the ring steps. After stepping up onto the ring apron, she spins herself around clutching the top rope behind her, as she stares out into the audience just to get a reaction from them.

But I want you
I need to
Forget you
Don't want to
But I need to let you
go

At the exact moment that the lead singer says "go", she places her hands on either side of the trenchcoat and rips it open to reveal her tight black leather ring attire underneath. At the same moment, a bright red spotlight becomes the only light in the entire arena as it shines straight down on her and the red glitter that now falls from the ceiling like rain. Magdalena bathes in the glitter a moment before pulling off her trenchcoat and steps into the ring.

Dennis: And her opponent, MAGGGIEEEEEE LOCKKKKHEEARRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!

Pbp: Lockheart made quite the splash herself in UGWC this year, appearing initially as a competitor in the WrestleStock Open while representing the Squires Wrestling Academy.

Cj: A week from tonight she challenges Otaki for the Future Stars Championship at EWC Wrestlefest XV in Australia, but tonight, here in Chicago, she has a chance to make it so she walks into that match next week as the Cross-Hemisphere Champion!

Cm: Tremendous respect between these two, they have been allies in the past, tonight facing off for one of the most historic championships in the industry!

DING DING!!!

Pbp: Nods of respect between these two competitors as this match gets underway, double elbow tie-up as each grapples for position, Wylde wrestling Lockheart into a side headlock.

Cm: Lucy Wylde has the experience in this area, this is something that Maggie Lockheart probably wants to stay away from.

Pbp: Lockheart manages to slip out of the headlock, hammerlock applied, but Wylde counters through it back into another side headlock.

Cj: Maggie manages to back Lucy into the ropes, uses them for leverage to push Lucy off and away.

Pbp: Wylde comes off the ropes right into a judo hip toss from Lockheart, Wylde rolls into a seated position, and Lockheart delivers a stiff kick square in the center of her back.

Cm: Lockheart off the ropes and hits a running dropkick to the face of the seated Wylde, quickly covers!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





Pbp: Wylde kicks out.

Cm: Lockheart pops right to her feet, Wylde getting back up, but Lockheart comes off the ropes and baseball slides into a calf kick!

Cj: Meteorkick!

Pbp: Wylde onto one knee, and Lockheart connects with an Enziguri!

Cm: Another cover!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





Pbp: Wylde kicks out again!

Cm: This has been sound strategy so far by Maggie Lockheart, strike quick, finish Wylde as fast as possible!

Pbp: Wylde trying to get back to her feet, Lockheart goes to kick her in the back of the knee, but Wylde sidesteps it!

Cj: She comes off the ropes and spears Maggie to the mat!

Pbp: The veteran Lucy Wylde, that’s how quickly she can turn the match around!

Cm: Lockheart is in position, Wylde looking to Keep Your Chin Up!

Pbp: Lockheart grabs hold of the bottom rope, uses it to pull herself safely out of the ring and drop to ringside, avoiding the punt kick!

Cj: Wylde rolls out to the apron, springboards into a leg lariat at ringside!

Pbp: Lucy Wylde picks up Lockheart and pushes her back into the ring, rolls back in herself and goes for the cover, but gets pulled into an inside cradle!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





Pbp: Wylde kicks out, after another near fall for Maggie Lockheart!

Cj: Both ladies to their feet, kick to the back of the knee by Lockheart, but Lucy ducks under a kick to the head!

Cm: WYLDE LIBERATION!!!

Pbp: And just like that, it’s over, as Lucy Wylde covers!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





Pbp: Lockheart gets her foot onto the bottom rope!

Cm: Brian Chartreuse waving off the count, pointing at the foot, Lucy Wylde can’t believe it.

Pbp: Wylde drags Lockheart back to the center of the ring, setting up a fisherman lift, but Lockheart pulls her down into another inside cradle!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





Pbp: Wylde kicks out!

Cm: Both to their feet, and Lockheart connects with the kick to the back of the knee, this time connects to the back of the head!

Cj: Beat Rush!

Pbp: Wylde is down, Lockheart has an opening!

Cj: LACRIMOSA!!!

Pbp: Wylde rolls out of the way of the curb stomp!

Cm: WYLDE LIBERATION!!!

Pbp: Lockheart planted again, but Lucy Wylde isn’t going for the cover, she is headed for the corner!

Cj: Lucy Wylde climbing the turnbuckle, she isn’t taking any chances this time, she wants to end it!

Cm: CALAMITY FROM THE SKIES!!!

Pbp: An impressive double rotation moonsault, Lucy Wylde connects! She hooks the leg!





ONE!!!





TWO!!!!!





THREE!!!!!!!





Dennis: Here is your winner, and the NEW Cross-Hemisphere Champion, LUUCCCYYYY WYYYYLLLDDDEEEEEEEE!!!!

Pbp: Lucy Wylde is a 3-Time Cross-Hemisphere Champion!

Cm: Capping off a tremendously impressive year, great things to come in the future for this talented woman!

Cj: And now she helps Maggie to her feet, they embrace in a show of respect and appreciation from two fierce competitors!


Lucy Wylde - 7.44

Maggie Lockheart - 7.07


The big ass tron thing that no one knows what to call flares to life and a familiar pale face with platinum hair pulled into a bun takes over everyone's view.

Sarah Lacklan: Hello, Fang Gang.

The crowd gives a mixed response to the Firestarter. Sarah's weirdo red irises peak out of eyes that have far more lines they they did when she was last seen a month ago, and there is a clear shadowy darkness in them.

Sarah Lacklan: Your Reason for Being, the Wind Beneath Your Wings, the Love of your pathetic lives, Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan here. I wanted to pop in on this final Coalition event of the year to say a few things, so if you will just allow me...

She shrugs her shoulders a big, her face scrunching up in pain as she does so.

Sarah Lacklan: I wanted to say thank you to everyone within the Coalition. Even those like Killian, who STILL isn't sure which blonde I am, and even Eden, who had less than pleasant things to say at my 'memorial' a few weeks ago. In my short time in the Coalition, I have been able to compete in and win the Wrestlestock Cup, captain an Outlast team, get checkmarks in the Win Column against nearly every champion within the company, and even earn my first championship against one of the best this sport has ever seen. And while some like to toss on that little "fed-hopping" dig at my being a freelance for much of the year, I have considered the Coalition my home for much of it.

Sarah pauses, her eyes unconsciously looking downward, before looking back up at the screen.

Sarah Lacklan: For those unaware, I was involved in an accident which has left me...well...let us say...immobile. For now. But I promise you...I PROMISE YOU...that I will return to this sport. I will take my rightful place as the greatest champion wrestling has ever seen. I will prove that I am everything I have said I am, and YES, I AM aware that that is, like, 27 things. And I promise...I PROMISE...then when I can stand on my own two legs again, the first thing I am doing is stepping into a Coalition ring...

She smirks, her eyes twinkling as the corner of her mouth reaches skyward.

Sarah Lacklan: ...and kicking the everloving CRAP out of BOTH Lucy AND the Magster. Having fun pretending to be the Cross Hemisphere Champ! Until then? Mind the flames.

[Lord Hastings]

The lights go out, and stay out for a few seconds, before a lone spotlight begins to shine down upon the stage. As the music first starts out, fireworks go off around the area that the spotlight showcases. Up through the flooring of the stage rises 'Vain' Alan Wallace - a buxom blonde standing to his left, and a gorgeous brunette standing to his right. As the lift that they are being raised by comes to a stop, the two women drop to their knees and turn towards him, running their hands down his chest and abs, before giving each other a kiss. Vain tosses the hood of his robe back, revealing that beautiful money maker of his, and then throws his arms up in the air as he begins walking towards the ring, and his two harlots make their way backstage. Upon entering the ring, he spins around in a circle with his arms raised high, basking in the reaction of the people. He then prepares for the task in front of him, as his music begins to fade out.

The lights in the arena dim. From ringside, at four foot intervals, on either side of the walkway and ramp, torches alight, crackling as they catch, and create a flaming corridor. The melodic opening rhythm of guitars accompanies the lighting, and when it reaches the curtains, the drums kick in. As the curtain parts, Killian King steps out, adorned in a black coat, trimmed in fur, and an antler crown. A broadsword sits on a scabbard strapped to his back, and he leads the rest of his party out onto the stage. Gabriel, Jet, and Eden are similarly dressed, but in helmets and four foot shields. Jet carries a warhammer, Gabriel an axe, and Eden holds a spear aloft. As the music continues, they walk slowly toward the ring, all four of them staring a hole through Wallace. A couple paces back, an army of berserkers, shield maidens, and archers follow, When the head of the raiding party, The Court, reaches ringside, only the four of them step up onto the apron. Killian enters the ring as his comrades spread out on the apron. He stares evenly at Vain as he raises his arms, and the archers in the rear of the company take aim. Expertly, they loose four fiery arrows, which pierce the turnbuckles and set them aflame. He lowers his hands and smiles confidently. Just before they drop from the apron, Gabriel claps him on the shoulder and wishes him luck. Killian catches the looks on Jet and Eden’s faces, doubtless remembering what happened to Jezebel Saint in a match this personal. He smiles again, reaching out to Jet in order to grasp his forearm. Jet returns the gesture and they give a single shake, nodding to one another before Jet drops from the apron. Finally he turns to Eden and tucks a strand of ebony hair behind her ear. When she turns her icy eyes up at him, there’s an equal mix of the vicious side of her that thrilled him, and the concern that melted him. He smirks and winks at her.

Killian: I got this.

With that, she drops from the apron, and the the soldiers part as they make their way to the back, leading the rest of the raiders away.

Vinegar: And the crew is making its way out to remove the steel grates over the makeshift river that has been installed from ringside to the backstage area.

Dennis: The following contest is a Valhalla Burial Match!

Lieberjosch: They’re pushing the huge Viking ship, adorned with multicolored shields, each bearing one of the various monikers in alternating measure: England’s Greatest Export says one, the next says The Intellectual Adonis.

Covert Jay: Her Majesty’s Most Beloved Grappler; Vanity at it’s Finest. It seems they’ve gotten every nickname these two use.

Vinegar: It seems as if they’ve added a few. I see “The Squarest Jaw in the Western Hemisphere” and “The Exploder of Ovaries.” Which one is which, do you suppose?

Dennis: In order to win, one opponent must incapacitate the other long enough to place him into the Viking ship and push it backstage!

Lieberjosch: We don’t see these often, but they’re always a sight. Eden Morgan and Jet Somers, Dante Picante and Mil Vidas, Jr,, Donovan Hastings and “The Monster” Dredd…

Vinegar: Toss in the intensely personal vendetta these two men have against one another, and this is recipe for violence and blood.

Covert Jay: This match will mark the end of Sex and Violence, one of the most successful and beloved Cooperative teams in history.

Vinegar: It truly seems as though this is a night for endings. Sex and Violence, the Engine of Chaos, possibly Donovan Hastings!

Lieberjosch: We’ve come full circle. Last year we celebrated our tenth year as a company, the legacy we’ve worked so hard to build. After this Horizons, we’ll be forced to mourn all the broken things we left behind.

Dennis: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds, ALAN ‘VAAAAIN’ WALLLLLLLLLACE!

Vinegar: The crowd showing their support for the man who was betrayed by his long time partner at Wrestlestock earlier this year.

Lieberjosh: Betrayed? Killian has said it over and over, and you still don’t get it. He freed Wallace.

Dennis: And his opponent, from Hammersmith, London, weighing in at 19 stones and 4 pounds, KILLIAN KINNNNNNG!!

Covert Jay: One quarter of the newest force of dominance in UGWC, the Court, Killian looks to put the final nail in the coffin of the career of Wallace, and seal the message he sent last summer for good.

The bell sounds, and we’re off!

Vinegar: They’re rushing at each other without hesitation, and here we go!!

Killian ducks a swing from Alan, scoots behind for an overhead suplex. Alan bounces up, hits the ropes, and clobbers Killian with a forearm smash. Killian stumbles forward, but throws and elbow back, cracking Alan in the collarbone. Modified bulldog takes Alan facedown into the mat, but Killian picks him back up for a sidewalk slam. Alan rolls away, getting quickly to a corner. Killian rushes, catches a mule kick in the gut. Alan leaps up onto the turnbuckle and leaps, Fameasser!!

Lieberjosch: Fast paced smashmouth action right off the bat!

Wallace slides out of the ring and hurries toward the Viking ship. King sits up, shaking it off as he rolls out the other side.

Covert Jay: Nostalgic fans will know, that ship is historically filled with legal weapons!

Wallace vaults the hull of the ship, but he’s spotted King coming around the other side. He sprints across the deck and dropkicks one of the shields off the side. He misjudges, however, and the shield clatters harmlessly to the floor. King scoops it up and leaps into the ship, breakneck for Wallace. Wallace falls backward, attempting to use King’s momentum against him as grabs the shield and goes for a monkey flip. King times the motion perfectly, however, and stands just as he’s above Wallace, driving down with his legs and shoving the weight of the shield into his chest!

Vinegar: That heavy oak , plus all nineteen stones of King, he’s going to have a rough winter breathing through cracked ribs!

King crouches down, intentionally rocking on the shield to increase the damage he’s causing. Wallace scrabbles around with his hands, until he finally grasps a mace. He launches his arm around, catching King on the left shoulder blade, finally sending him rolling off! Wallace pushes the shield aside, rubbing at his ribs as he rolls into a crouch. King gets to his feet shakily, but takes off at a run, aiming a kick square into Wallace’s ribcage! Wallace roars in pain as a spray of blood flies from between his teeth. King lifts the shield overhead, aiming the edge down toward Wallace’s back. Wallace somersaults away as the shield comes crashing down, splintering several planks on the ship.

The force of the impact knocks the shield from his hands, but it moves it out of the way of his vision, and he can see Vain swinging the mace with full force at his head. He ducks the swing, but as the weight of the mace swings Vain around, King wraps his arms around his middle, attempting a belly to belly suplex. Vain counters with a DDT onto the shield!

Lieberjosch: If that blow didn’t knock him out, his head is emptier than yours, Jay.

Vain clambers over the hull of the ship, dropping into the water, and heaves his shoulder against it. The ship drifts a foot in the direction of the backstage area. Vain realizes that moving it isn’t going to be an easy task, but he shoves again with all his force. He doesn’t notice that The Crucible has climbed up to the massive dragon’s head that makes up the prow, and isn’t at all prepared when the Brit drops from that height with a crossbow in his hands. He lands with a splash and enough force to crack the wooden barrel of the crossbow over Vain’s head!

Vinegar: Vain slumps into the makeshift river, but The Crucible grabs a fistful of hair and uses it to slam Vain’s face into the prow of the ship!

Lieberjosch: Vain is bleeding from the top of his head, from a gash on his face, and possibly internally from that shield bashing earlier!

Covert Jay: Killian promised to end his career for good, no hope of coming back. This might be that moment!

Wallace grasps Killian’s pants, dragging himself up out of the water, and King obliges by lifting him to his feet. He locks up with him, grabbing him around the back of the neck and pulling him down as he knees him in the face. Relentless, King continues to drive his knee into the face of Wallace, until a fountain of red pours down into the river, staining the water red.

Hefting him up to a shower, King dumps Vain over into the ship like a sack of potatoes, then proceeds to shove against the ship, slowly backing it toward the curtains. Somehow, inside the ship, Alan pulls himself to his feet using some sort of contraption. He touches his face tenderly, wincing as the pain of his multiple head injuries sinks in. He looks around, seeing that the ship is inching closer and closer to King’s victory, then searches for an answer. Vain realizes what he’s holding and a twisted, bloody grin breaks out on his face. The contraption is on a swivel and he aims it at the deck, then hits a trigger. It fires a ballista bolt two feet long and two inches thick through the prow of the ship, and it buries itself in the meat of Killian’s thigh!

Vinegar: OH MY GOD!!

Lieberjosch: Lucky the hull of the ship slowed that thing, or it may have well amputated King’s leg!

The Crucible has a moment of confusion, and if he can’t fathom what the hell just happened, but the pain brings him back around and he yells mightily as he collapses in front of the ship, grasping his leg!

Alan drops from the side of the ship, grabbing the bolt from the splintered hull as he advances on the fallen Killian. He lifts it over his head like a hammer, and brings it crashing down the back of The Crucible! Water splashes, but the strikes fall, deadly in spite of it, as he beats Killian for all he’s worth! King suddenly explodes up from the water, a chain in his hand, which he whips out and wraps around the ballista bolt, yanking it from Alan’s hands!

Covert Jay: Where did he find that??

Vinegar: It’s the infamous spiked-chain, a deadly and bloody weapon used to strip flesh from bones!

Killian continues to whip the chain out at Alan, who backs up unsteadily in the water. As they near the side of the ship, he stumbles just as Killian whips the chain out in a wide circle, it’s speed and weight shearing the top halves of four shields clean off before it embeds itself into the fifth! As he gives it an experimental couple of yanks, Alan suddenly leaps up and grabs the chain, his weight as he falls yanking Killian into a dropkick and knocks him all the way up onto the bank of the ‘river.’ Vain uses the chain to quickly lift himself up onto the side of the ship, but King isn’t down yet! He leaps from the shore to Vain, grabbing him in a risky backstabber as they both splash into the water again!

Lieberjosch: Anyone else having déjà vu?

Covert Jay: You mean like when Vain nearly drowned The Mainstreamer?

His chain weapon now useless, King climbs back into the ship to choose another weapon. He picks up a two handed hammer, then turns back to the side of the ship. He notices that Alan has moved, and turns quickly to see him climbing the other side of the ship. As Vain crests the top of the shield wall, King swings the hammer down, nearly smashing his head like a melon but only catching one of the shields, which splits down the middle. Changing tactics, Killian brings the hammer smashing down onto Alan’s left hand, no doubt breaking every finger with that square headed hammer, if not Vain’s entire hand. Vain dangles from the side of the ship, groaning as he looks at his twisted up hand, but just as King is about to smash the other hand, he let’s go, grabbing a shield instead. It starts to lean outward, not able to hold his weight, but he manages to get a leg up onto the edge of the ship. King is about to bring the hammer down on his foot when Alan wraps his left arm around Killians head and lets go of the shield, smashing King’s face against the bow as he falls. King falls backward, nose shattered!

Vinegar: I don’t know how either of them are still fighting, but I don’t know if either of them will still have a career after this match!

Vain gingerly climbs back into the ship, but King senses him there and starts to get to his feet. Vain runs and drop kicks the ballista, which swivels it around. King ducks, slapping it back, and it catches Vain in the hip, knocking him off his feet. He goes to one knee, giving King the opening to hit a Beefeater!!

Lieberjosch: That’s it!

Covert Jay: That’s the move that put Vain out of action for a couple months earlier this year!

Vain is laid out flat, and Killian stares down at him, undecided. Finally, he lays Vain bodily over one end of the ballista. He climbs up on the bow of the ship and jumps.

Vinegar: BEEFEATER TO THE OTHER END OF THE BALLISTA!! OH MY GOD!


Lieberjosch: There’s no way his ribs aren’t broke at this point.

Dusting his hands off symbolically, Killian finally climbs over the side of the ship and begins to push it again. Foot after foot, he shoves it through the river of red, closing the distance to the curtain.

The crowd suddenly pops.

Vinegar: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!

Lieberjosch: VAIN IS UP! VAIN IS UP! VAIN IS UP!


Vain drags himself to the edge of the boat, and just… falls out of it in order to save himself. Killian, having heard the crowd, then the splash, sighs as he realizes he didn’t quite kill his partner. He comes around the side of the ship, shakes his head at the body of Vain floating in the river, then lifts him up. He dumps him back into the boat, then climbs in after, determined to finish it for good.

King lifts Wallace up, placing him partway onto the bow of the ship.

Covert Jay: TOWER OF LONDON!!

Vinegar: No! Vain somehow swung around… CURTAIN CALL!!

King is on his back, dazed momentarily, and Vain doesn’t even seem to know where he is, but he’s the first to move! He reaches over, wrapping his arms around King.

Lieberjosch: King has knocked him stupid! He’s actually going for a pinfall!

Covert Jay: That’s not how you win a Valhalla Burial!

Vinegar: No, he’s not! He’s lifting him up!

Vain somehow manages to get Killian up, and he pushes him up against the prow, then begins to push him UP the prow.

Vinegar: What?

As they both stand atop the dragon’s head, Vain turns to face the ballista.

Lieberjosch: Is he..?

Covert Jay: HE IS!

Vinegar: CHERRY POPPER OFF THE PROW! THROUGH THE BALLISTA!

Lieberjosch: Oh my god! He just drove himself and King through that heavy piece of siege machinery!

Vinegar: That’s it… they’re dead. Someone stop the damn match!

Vain, remarkably, manages to crawl to the edge of the ship and pull himself over. He splashes down and just floats there for minute, before crawling to the prow. On his hands and knees, he pushes his shoulder into it, and begins to push.

Lieberjosch: The ship is pushing through the curtain, if he can push it all the way through…

Vinegar: Why is he stopping?

Covert Jay: He’s only got inches to go before he wins!! Come on Vain!

Vain reaches over and grabs one of the torches left behind from King’s entrance, and shoves it against the hull of the ship. Within moments, it catches fire, and spreads quickly, as if feeding on the carnage. Vain collapses onto the bank, face up, but gives one last shove with his foot, pushing the flaming ship through the curtain.

As Mitchell Dennis calls for the bell, he rolls off into the water, sinking beneath the surface as the announcement is made.

Dennis: Laides and gentlemen, your winner, ALLLLLLLLLLLANNNNNNN WALLLLLLLLLLLLACE!!!!

A swarm of officials descend on the holocaust that just happened, some splashing into the water to rescue Wallace, while others rush backstage to douse the ship and pull King from the wreckage.

The announce team is speechless.


Alan Wallace - 7.93

Killian King - 7.60

[Lord Hastings]

Vinegar: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have witnessed what can only be described as one of the best pay per view events in recent memory here tonight, and we still have not gotten to the match that most fans have been waiting on, since it was announced."

Lieberjosch: "With everything that has gone on here this evening, this great company is certainly set up to continue its meteoric rise into the new year. The question, however, is will the UGWC of 2018 include 'The Lord of Pain' Donovan Hastings?"

Covert Jay: "I don't think putting his career on the line was the smartest decision that he's ever made. Maybe ninja done lost his mind?"

Lieberjosch: "No Jay, I think for the first time in a long time, Donovan Hastings is thinking crystal clearly."

Vinegar: "How can you say that, Hans? Donovan has nothing left to prove in this industry, and yet he has back himself into a proverbial corner, and for what? Donovan is one of the stalwarts of this company. Whereas most people talk about those entertainment professionals as creating their legacy, Donovan Hastings is a legacy in this industry. Why risk it all, just for one more chance at becoming UGWC World Champion?"

Lieberjosch: "You just said it, Nicholas; it is because he is one of the stalwarts of this company… it is because he is a legacy, a true icon, in this industry. Donovan Hastings is a man that has chosen to lay low in recent years, stepping out of his comfort zone and showcasing a more humorous Donovan Hastings, because he didn't need to be 'The Lord. He didn't need to reign over his Kingdom as it's World Champion, because there were men capable of doing that themselves. 'Vain' Alan Wallace and Travis Roberts propped the World Championship up on the pedestal it so truly deserved, allowing Donovan to take it easy, for the lack of a better term. For the first time in a long time, Donovan Hastings wasn't forced to carry the company on his shoulders, and his shoulders alone. Alas, those circumstances have changed."

Covert Jay: "Shit happens, Doc. Still doesn't make sense why he'd risk it all, just for one more shot."

Lieberjosch: "Doesn't it? 2015 was, for all intents and purposes, the year of Alan Wallace. 2016 was the year of Travis Roberts. And what has happened since Roberts lost his title to Mil Vidas on February 6th of this year?"

Covert Jay: "Well, like, what do you mean?"

Vinegar: "Yes Hans, please tell us where you are going with this."

Lieberjosch: "Since Travis Roberts did something that none of us saw coming, and dropped the title to Vidas, the value of that championship has decreased ten-fold. Outside of the reign that Eden Morgan had, which saw her defeat the likes of CJ Wylde, Jet Somers, and yes, even Donovan Hastings… there has only been one successful title defense amongst the other four people that have carried the strap, and that occurred all the way back at In Your Hands, when Gabriel Baal successfully defended against Zane Scott. Vidas put everything he had into dethroning Roberts, and then was embarrassed by Eden Morgan; Eden had a nice run with the championship, before falling victim to Gabriel Baal; but after Baal's defeat of Scott, he came up short against Rogan MacLean, who in turn came up short in his lone title defense against our current champion, Jet Somers."

Vinegar: "You're saying that UGWC needs Donovan Hastings as it's champion?"

Lieberjosch: "No, what I'm saying is that Donovan Hastings feels that it may be the only alternative. I'm saying that Donovan Hastings feels he will play a pivotal role in propping the World Title back up to a position that it belongs; either by pushing Jet Somers to his limits, and having Jet prove to him that he deserves to be the champion; or by winning the title himself, and putting it upon himself to help the most prestigious championship in this company be viewed as just that. There is nothing in between, because there is nothing left for Donovan to accomplish in this company, or in this industry."

Vinegar: "Well he definitely is going to have his work cut out for him, because this Jet Somers that is our World Champion? He is a more focused, a more determined Jet Somers, than we have seen in years."

Lieberjosch: 'Oh, you are absolutely correct, Nicholas. It is not going to be easy for Donovan Hastings here tonight, nor do I feel he would want it to be. If he is to prove himself worthy of becoming the first five-time UGWC World Champion, he is going to want Jet Somers to be at his very best. Nothing else will suffice."

Covert Jay: "Fact is though, we might be getting ready to call Donovan's last match, guys. That's… that's heavy stuff."

Vinegar: "Yes, Jay. It is."

Lieberjosch: "Indeed, but we have a job to do, and if that is what happens, then so be it."

Covert Jay: "Any predictions for this match, Doc?"

Lieberjosch: "No Jay, not for this match. For this match… I'll only say that we are about to witness something truly historic, regardless of what the outcome may wind up being."

Vinegar: "Mitchell is now standing in the center of the ring, preparing to make the introductions. Take it away, Mitchell!"

Mitchell Dennis: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!!!"

Vinegar: "You can almost feel the anticipation in the air for this match, guys."

Mitchell Dennis: "This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the UGWC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!!!!"

Lieberjosch: "The crowd is completely alive at this point… every single person is on their feet. And I do not envision any of them sitting down until we determine a winner."

Mitchell Dennis: "Introducing first, he is the challenger…"



Mitchell Dennis: "He stands six-feet two-inches tall, and weighs in at two-hundred thirty pounds… hailing from Hartford, Connecticut… he is 'THE LORD OF PAIN'… DONNNOOOVAANNNN HAASSTTIINNGGGSS!!!!!"

Vinegar: "The entire crowd chanting Hastings, and Donovan hasn't even appeared from behind the curtain yet."

Covert Jay: "Probably back there soaking it all up, finally realizing that it might be the last time he hears it."

Lieberjosch: "Maybe so, Jay. If that's the case, he's earned the right to take as much time as he wants."

Vinegar: "Here he comes now."

Donovan steps through the curtain, making his way to the top of the stage, where he comes to a stop. He looks out at the roaring crowd, a determined look upon his face as he throws his arms open towards the adoring peasantry. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and soaks in the reaction, before opening his eyes. His head moving back to normal position, he begins descending the ramp, taking off his customary cloak and pitching it into the crowd, before ascending the ring steps, and step through the ropes to enter the ring.

Vinegar: "Nothing but determination on the face of Donovan Hastings here tonight."

Lieberjosch: "He has put everything on the line for this night, Nicholas. I would question his sanity if he wasn't laser sharp in focus and determination here tonight."

Vinegar: "And now he awaits the man who, possibly, is his greatest rival over the years. A man who also has seemingly chosen to fly below the radar in recent memory, attempting to truly find himself once more, as others have taken their turns at the top of the proverbial ladder within professional wrestling."

Covert Jay: "For a guy that never even wanted to be a wrestler, Jet Somers sure as hell as accomplished quite a bit here in UGWC, hasn't heh?"

Lieberjosch: "Jet Somers is the consummate professional, whose only fault over the years has seemingly been blending into his surroundings, and allowing others the opportunity to bask in the spotlight. Jet has the talent to lead this company to the same heights as Travis Roberts did, and with The Court behind him, he very well may. That's assuming he doesn't allow himself to be consumed by the ideals of the collective, and chooses to assert himself as a champion should."

Covert Jay: "Or he loses the title and gets attacked by his friends, and put on the shelf for months. Just ask Alan how that felt."

Mitchell Dennis: "And his opponent…"



Mitchell Dennis: "He stands five-feet ten-inches tall, and weighs in at one-hundred eighty-five pounds… hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana by way of Deep Creek, Mississippi… he is 'THE LIVING WEAPON'… JEETTTTT SOOMMMEERRRSSS!!!!!"

The house lights go down to only the emergency lights, giving the arena a surreal, sepia look. As the opening licks of "Gone Sovereign" by Stone Sour begin, the remaining lights pulsate in rythmn with each chord. Corey Taylor begins to wail:


No one's laughing now, no one's laughing now

I'm sullen and sated and you can't put a price on me

I won't share this disarray, I won't pull these hands away

I need to be chosen and my God don't pray for me

As Jet Somers parts the curtain and steps out on the ramp. His hood is pulled up, and he surveys the crowd's mixed reaction from under it as the song continues.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead

And shatter every legend in my head

If only the committed will survive

Is anybody here still left alive?

There's a tense pause in the music, and Jet lowers his head, crossing his hands in front of him.

This is mine!

As soon as the singer screams those words, Jet lights out at a run down the ramp, explosions on either side shooting toward the rafters in his wake while the song kicks in properly. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet.

Come no further, you won't go far

I'm running around in circles once again

If you can't forgive me, I won't take it very hard

But I won't make it easy in the end

Jet takes a turn on each corner post, commanding the attention of the crowd as he holds his arms above his head in a V shape, palms out.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead

And shatter every legend in my head

If only the contented will survive

Is anybody here still left alive?

After he's finished at the fourth turnbuckle, Jet returns to the center of the ring, allowing the song to close on Taylor proclaiming over and over:

This is mine

Mine

Mine

Mine

Covert Jay: "Jet holding the title high in the air, as he and Donovan meet in the center of the ring. Donovan glances up at the title for a split second, before refocusing on his opponent, both men staring one another directly in the eye."

Vinegar: "It is a battle between two of the three four-time World Champions in UGWC history; a battle between The Lord and his Peasant; a battle that will either crown a new World Champion, or result in Donovan Hastings walking that ramp for the final time."

Lieberjosch: "Glenn Burke has taken the title from Jet Somers, and holds it high for the crowd to see, before handing it off to Mitchell Dennis outside the ring. Getting the call from Burke, Claude de Rhombus does what he does best, and this UGWC World Championship match is officially underway!"

Vinegar: "Somers and Hastings meet once more in the center of the ring, a staredown commencing, before Jet begins talking to Hastings."

Covert Jay: "Donovan not responding, preferring to stand there and just continue staring daggers at the World Champion."

Vinegar: "Somers motion at his waist, likely telling Donovan that he plans on walking out as the World Champion, while Hastings will simply be walking out. For the last time."

Covert Jay: "And now the crowd starting to grow even more electric, as dueling chants have now erupted

'LORD-OF-PAIN!'

'LET'S GO JET!'

'LORD-OF-PAIN!'

'LET'S GO JET!'

Vinegar: "Jet mocking Donovan now as he begins motioning up the ramp and waving good bye."

Covert Jay: "Donovan slightly chuckling, as he motions up the ramp now too. He's suddenly serious though, as he shoves Jet in the chest hard, the World Champ stumbling backwards a few steps."

Lieberjosch: "It appears the time for games and laughter is over."

Vinegar: "Jet is angry now, yelling at Donovan as he gets directly in his face. And Hastings just hauled off and backhanded the taste out of Jet's mouth."

Covert Jay: "Jet is incensed as he takes a few steps back, rubbing his jaw. He quickly moves back towards Hastings, but Donovan connects with a stiff right hand that rocks the champion."

Vinegar: "Collar-and-elbow tieup, that Hastings quickly turns into an arm drag, sending Jet across the ring to the mat."

Lieberjosch: "Jet bounces back to his feet, but is sent back down with a hip toss. Somers clutching at the small of his back as he gets back to his feet, but he is sent down again, this time thanks to a running clothesline."

Vinegar: "Hastings on Somers as Jet gets back to his feet, connecting with a series of forearm shivers to the champ's jaw. Whip to the corner, and Donovan is following closely behind."

Lieberjosch: "Jet hitting the corner hard back-first, but has nowhere to go as he is engulfed by a running avalanche from Donovan Hastings."

Covert Jay: "Somers stumbling out of the corner, as Hastings begins sprinting towards the far ropes. He bounces off, returning towards Jet, and connects with a running boot to the side of Jet's face."

Vinegar: "The only thing keeping Somers off the mat after that move are the ring ropes."

Covert Jay: "Not that Donovan seems to care."

Vinegar: "Hastings keeping the pressure on, maneuvering behind 'The Wild Card', grabbing his arm and spinning him around. A boot to the stomach doubles Jet over, and Hastings latches a hold of his head and plants him with a swinging neckbreaker. Donovan with the cover…"

ONE!!!!!

T-KICK!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Donovan only getting a one-count after this early onslaught, but Jet needs to get things going, or 'The Lord' will truly reign once more."

Vinegar: "Hastings dragging Somers back to his feet and sending him to the ropes. Somers returning, and Donovan lifts him into the air, and pummels him with a vicious European Uppercut that absolutely leveled Jet Somers."

Covert Jay: "Shades of the other half of the team of 'Pain and Paradox'… that move looked eerily similar to Zane Scott's Murderous Intent."

Lieberjosch: "Indeed, just with a tinge of royal flair. Per 'the Lord' himself."

Vinegar: "Donovan dropping a knee across the bridge of the nose of Jet Somers, and then goes for another cover, hooking the near leg."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

T-KICK OUT!!!!!

Covert Jay: "Donovan Hastings is on absolute fire right now. Jet hasn't even been able to get out of the box at all so far."

Vinegar: "And Donovan isn't letting up. He's pulled Jet back to his feet, connecting with three successive knife-edge chops, before snapmaring him over."

Covert Jay: "Hastings snapping off a kick that connects with the base of the neck of Somers, and now he has dove over the seating Somers, grabbing his head and snapping his neck forward."

Lieberjosch: "Somers is completely reeling right now, but like the competitor he is, he's still constantly searching for a way to his feet."

Vinegar: "Very true, but he needs to find a way to curb this onslaught, or he's in real trouble."

Covert Jay: "Jet to his feet, stumbling around to a waiting Hastings… spinebuster! Shades of Double-A! Donovan with the cover!"

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR-KICK OUT!!!!!

Vinegar: "Jet kicked out just in time! That was close."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan thought it was a three-count himself. He's flabbergasted as he argues with Glenn Burke, and he needs to stay on Jet Somers."

Covert Jay: "Too late, Doc. Using the bottom rope to pull himself out, Jet has made his way out to the floor, trying to put some space between he and Donovan Hastings."

Vinegar: "Jet over towards the ring announcer table now, and he has jerked his belt away from Mitchell Dennis. He's motioning that he's done with this match… what in the hell?"

Covert Jay: "Donny has been on him like white on rice. I'd leave, too."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings taking note of what is going on, and slides out of the opposite side of the ring. He's making his way around, just as Jet does the same."

Vinegar: "And that running clothesline just turned Jet completely inside-out!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan dragging Jet back to his feet, admonishing him for attempting to leave the ringside area, and then connecting with a high knee to the sternum of Somers."

Covert Jay: "And he just bounced Jet's head off the ring apron. Again and again… I'll tell ya what. If Donovan's career does come to an end here tonight, I think he could totally try out for the Bulls… because he's dribbling Jet's face all over that apron."

Vinegar: "Colorful, Jay."

Covert Jay: "HUTTAH!"

Lieberjosch: "Hastings shoving Somers back into the ring now, before sliding back in himself. Jet slowly getting to his feet, as Hastings waits for him to do so… sidewalk slam from Hastings, And he hooks the leg!"

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Jesus H. Christ! It doesn't get any closer than that, folks!"

Covert Jay: "I thought we had a new champ, guys."

Lieberjosch: "So close, but Donovan isn't wasting time arguing with Burke this time around. He's staying on Jet, and now he has him trapped in a cloverleaf, continuing the assault on the small of the back of Jet Somers."

Vinegar: "Hastings is seated as far back as possible, and the anguish etched on Jet's face say all that needs to be said about the amount of pain he is currently in. I'm not sure he is going to be able to get out of this, Hans."

Lieberjosch: "If you think that Jet Somers is going to give up on the grandest stage of all - with the World Title on the line, and against possibly his greatest foe - then you are dumber than I actually thought, Nicholas."

Covert Jay: "Yeah, don't be a dolt, Nick. You're better than that."

Vinegar: "Shut up, Jay."

Covert Jay: "Ok, I take it back. You aren't better than that. My mistake."

Lieberjosch: "Somers, somehow, has managed to push himself up on his hands and lock his arms. He's desperately trying to make his way to the ropes… and he's done it. Jet made it to the ropes!"

Vinegar: "But Donovan is refusing to break the hold."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Covert Jay: "Hastings just pulled Jet free of the ropes, and has dragged him back to the center of the ring. And he's leaning back in that hold again."

Vinegar: "Donovan Hastings was exceedingly close to getting disqualified for refusing to break the hold, and I'm honestly surprised that Glenn Burke isn't making him do so anyway."

Covert Jay: "Well, Jet isn't on the ropes anymore. I'll allow it."

Lieberjosch: "You're an idiot."

Vinegar: "Time might be running out for Jet Somers. He seems to be fading, though to his credit, it also seems that he is refusing to give up."

Covert Jay: "He's gotta be in some serious fucking pain right now."

Lieberjosch: "Language!"

Covert Jay: "It's the internet. Everything is allowed."

Vinegar: "Burke checking on Somers… he looks like he is about to call it!"

Lieberjosch: "But look at Jet fight! He's got a desperation second wind, and he is again crawling towards the ropes!"

Covert Jay: "And he made it there again!"

Vinegar: "Burke with the count."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Vinegar: "And this time, Donovan Hastings releases the hold, but the damage I do believe has been done."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings dragging Somers to the center of the ring, and he makes the cover."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

TH-KICK OUT!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "I can't believe Jet just kicked out!"

Covert Jay: "Neither does Hastings."

Vinegar: "Donovan neglected to hook the leg on that pin attempt, and it cost him a pinfall, in my opinion."

Lieberjosch: "Another cover by Donovan, and this time he does hook the leg!"

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THRE-KICK OUT!!!!!

Covert Jay: "Sonofabitch, he kicked out again!"

Vinegar: "Jet Somers proving to anyone that may have doubted it, that he is one of the toughest competitors in all of sport!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan frustrated as he pounds the mat, barking about a slow count as he gets to his feet. He's signaling that it's over, as he drags Somers back to his feet."

Covert Jay: "Hastings looking for Destiny's Call as he lifts Jet into the air, but Jet is somehow able to knee him in the head. Again and again, Jet is connecting with knees to the forehead and nose of Donovan Hastings, and Hastings has lost his grip on Jet Somers."

Vinegar: "Jet has locked in a front choke, and he's grapevined his legs around the waist of Donovan. Donovan is flailing about, as Glenn Burke begins the count due to the illegal choke hold."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Donovan is down to a knee, and his face is already blue."

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Vinegar: "Somers unwraps his legs from around Donovan's waiste, and just planted him with a DDT. And both men are down."

Covert Jay: "Burke beginning the mandatory ten-count."

ONE!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Jet grimacing as he reaches for that lower back, but he bought himself some valuable time with that chokehold and DDT."

TWO!!!!!

Vinegar: "It was an illegal chokehold, Hans. He should have been disqualified."

THREE!!!!!

Covert Jay: "Shut your face, Nick. That's what the five-count is for. Jet was within the rules of the match, so just can it with the DQ shit."

FOUR!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "I must agree with Jay. Dear God, I'm agreeing with Jay."

FIVE!!!!!

Covert Jay: "It was bound to happen once or twice."

SIX!!!!!

Vinegar: "Donovan looks to still be out of it, and Jet has rolled over, and is slowly crawling towards 'The Lord of Pain'."

SEVEN!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "If Jet can make the cover, he could retain his title. And judging how the first six or seven minutes of this match went, that would be a minor miracle in, and of, itself."

EIGHT!!!!!

Covert Jay: "Jet drapes an arm over the chest of Donovan!"

Vinegar: "And Burke has dropped to the mat to make the count!"

ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!


THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Hastings got the shoulder up!"

Covert Jay: "So close! He was almost gone!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan has a glassy-eyed look about him right now. Jet got all of that DDT… Donovan may have a slight concussion."

Vinegar: "It's possible. While the mat isn't like concrete or anything like that, there still isn't a whole lot of give at times. Especially when your face and head is being driven directly into it."

Covert Jay: "Both men slowly making their way to their feet, with Somers up first."

Lieberjosch: "Jet is really favoring his back; the cloverleaf applied by Donovan could have done some serious damage."

Vinegar: "Somers snapping off savate kicks to the side of Donovan's right knee, and Donovan might not even know what is going on right now. He still looks somewhat out of it."

Lieberjosch: "The knee of Hastings buckled after the fifth kick, and he's down to a knee on the mat. Somers staying on him, finally getting some momentum, and he is peppering the top of the trapezius muscle with downward elbow strikes."

Vinegar: "And now he has moved around to the front of Donovan Hastings and applied a Tongan death grip."

Covert Jay: "He's got it cinched in tight, guys."

Lieberjosch: "One of the most painful maneuvers in the arsenal of Jet Somers, though it is a move that is oftentimes overlooked when it comes to what he does in that ring."

Vinegar: "Would Donovan submit, in what would be his final match?"

Covert Jay: "Perish that thought, Nick. Would never happen… would it?"

Lieberjosch: "Jet has forced Donovan down to his back on the mat, but in the process, the quick movement Jet used to slam Donovan backwards further strained his own lower back, and he has released the hold, as he again grasps at his lower back area."

Covert Jay: "Donovan lucked out there, Doc. As paralyzing as that move can be, there might not have been a whole lot Donovan could have done. If Jet is healthy, this match is over right now."

Lieberjosch: "I suspect you might be right, Jay."

Covert Jay: "Tow for two!"

Vinegar: "As it is though, this match continues. Somers over to Hastings, pulling him to his feet. Jet applying a front facelock, and begins laying into Donovan with vicious knee strikes to the face of 'The Lord of Pain'. "

Covert Jay: "With each one though, you can see the pain etched on Jet's face. He's hurting."

Lieberjosch: "Somers shoving Donovan into the corner now, and a flurry of right and left hands, as Donovan attempts to cover up."

Vinegar: "Hastings finally gets his hands up, but now Jet is laying into him with kicks, snapping them off as he alternates legs to deliver them."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan lowers his hands to try and block the blows to his legs, and is blasted with a spinning backfist. The only thing keeping him from falling to the mat, is the fact that he's in the corner."

Lieberjosch: "Somers climbing a top Hastings now, and he just applied the tarantula!"

Vinegar: "Shout out to Tajiri!"

Covert Jay: "He wouldn't understand it."

Lieberjosch: "Somers has it locked in tight, his face a mix of crazed glee and bad intentions. And Burke has stepped in to begin the count."

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Vinegar: "Somers releasing the hold before the count of five, so this match continues."

Lieberjosch: "Somers backing into the adjacent corner now, and he takes off towards Hastings, who is still in the corner."

Vinegar: "Huge spear by Jet, and he got all of that one."

Covert Jet: "Donovan stumbling out as Jet comes off the ropes… bulldog. And there's the cover!"

ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!


THR-KICK OUT!!!!!

Vinegar: "Donovan gets the shoulder up at two-and-a-half, and this match continues."

Lieberjosch: "Sharpshooter applied by Jet in the center of the ring, but he isn't able to lean back as far as he typically does, due to the pain in his own back."

Vinegar: "Yeah, but he's giving it enough to where Donovan is definitely feeling it, Hans."

Covert Jay: "Donovan fighting to crawl to the ropes, and Jet knows it's only a matter of time before he gets there…"

Vinegar: "Jet releases the sharpshooter, but quickly segues into a calf slicer, and Donovan is screaming in pain."

Lieberjosch: "The ropes are just out of reach, and Donovan isn't able to move closer towards them. He's frantically searching for a way out."

Covert Jay: "He found it."

Vinegar: "Donovan able to reach back and grab Jet, and repeatedly slam the back of Somers' head into the mat. And Somers is able to break the hold."

Lieberjosch: "Donovan using the ropes to pull himself to his feet, as Jet makes his way back to his, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand, as he holds at his lower back with his left."

Covert Jay: "Running high-knee that cracks Donovan in the face, and sends him through the ropes, and out to the floor."

Vinegar: "Somers kicking into a second gear now, seemingly ignoring the pain his back is causing him. Baseball slide finds its mark, and sends Hastings crashing into the steel guardrail."

Lieberjosch: "Jet taking up residence on the ring apron, waiting for Hastings to get to his feet and turn towards him… Donovan is finally up…"

Vinegar: "JETSTREAMER!!!"

Covert Jay: "God damn!"

Vinegar: "Jet Somers just springboarded off that middle rope and connected with his patented finishing maneuver, and Donovan Hastings looks to be out cold."

Covert Jay: "Problem is though, Donovan is out on the floor. Jet can't pin him if he's on the floor."

Lieberjosch: "Jet doesn't need to pin him. He can win by countout. And the result would still be the same… Hastings would be gone from UGWC."

Vinegar: "Jet sliding back in the ring, yelling at Burke to count."

ONE!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Looks like Jet and I are on the same wavelength."

TWO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Might not be the best thing, Hans."

THREE!!!!!

Covert Jay: "What, he should think more like you, Nick?"

FOUR!!!!!

Vinegar: "Shut up Jay."

FIVE!!!!!

Covert Jay: "The crowd really getting on Jet about taking the easy way out, and he's taking notice of their chants."

SIX!!!!!

Vinegar: "Jet beginning to pace back and forth now, as the crowd ramps up their disdain for his decision."

SEVEN!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Jet let the crowd get to him, and he's just slid out of the ring, and is dragging Hastings to his feet."

Covert Jay: "Dumb move by Jet, honestly. Donovan hadn't moved since the count started. No way he makes it back into the ring before the ten-count. Jet had this match won, and he assed it up."

Lieberjosch: "Maybe he chooses to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is simply better than Donovan Hastings?"

Covert Jay: "And maybe that bites him in the ass before the night is through?"

Vinegar: "Jet lifts Donovan up and snake-eyes him on the guardrail, before shoving him back into the ring."

Lieberjosch: "Jet beginning to laugh now, as Donovan starts to crawl across the ring. Jet walking behind him, playfully kicking at him, as he yells at him to get up."

Vinegar: "Hastings struggling to get to his feet, as Somers lays in wait."

Covert Jay: "CHOK!"

Vinegar: "Jet got all of that superman punch, and Donovan hit the mat like a ton of bricks."

Lieberjosch: "Jet with the cover!"

ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!


THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Jet quickly back to his feet now… BLACKOUT! And the cover!"

ONE!!!!!



TWO!!!!



THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Lieberjosch: "Donovan Hastings was able to get his leg on the bottom rope and that last possible nanosecond, and Jet Somers is in shock right now."

Covert Jay: "And 'shocked' went to 'pissed off' in near-record time."

Vinegar: "Ground-and-pound from Somers, and he is really laying into Donovan with those punches and elbows. Again and again… he's relentless."

Covert Jay: "And Burke has seen enough. He's beginning his count."

ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!


THREE!!!!!


FOUR!!!!!

Vinegar: "Somers still pummeling Hastings, and Burke is trying to physically pull Somers off of Hastings."

Covert Jay: "Why not just disqualify him? Wouldn't that be the smart thing to do?"

Lieberjosch: "Glenn Burke understands the importance of this match. I trust that he will do whatever he has to do to ensure that all avenues are explorer, before throwing this match out."

Vinegar: "Well it has worked this time, because Somers is now off of Hastings, and is reading Burke the riot act for putting his hands on him."

Lieberjosch: "Hastings fighting to get to his feet, and Somers notices. Forearm shivers to the head sends Donovan back into the corner."

Vinegar: "Somers looking to whip Donovan across the ring, as Burke moves in behind them. Donovan holds his ground, reversing and sending Somers back into the corner he was just in."

Covert Jay: "And Somers slams into Glenn Burke, smashing him into the corner. And Burke is down!"

Lieberjosch: "Hastings trying to mount a comeback, as Somers clutches at his chest."

Vinegar: "Stiff right hands from Hastings sends Jet through the ropes. He latches a hold of the middle rope, keeping himself from falling out to the floor."

Covert Jay: "Donovan grabs a hold of Jet with a front facelock… he lifts him up and holds him there… Destiny's Call. He just hit Destiny's Call!"

Vinegar: "And there's no ref to count the pinfall."

Lieberjosch: "The crowd sure can count it though."

ONE!!!!!



TWO!!!!!



THREE!!!!!

Vinegar: "And if Glenn Burke were coherent at this point and making the count, Donovan Hastings would be the new UGWC World Champion!"

Lieberjosch: "Unfortunately he is not, and this match continues."

Covert Jay: "Somers rolling out of the ring, falling with a splat on the floor, as Donovan Hastings attempts to revive Glenn Burke."

Vinegar: "Somers looking under the ring now, for what, I can't begin to imagine."

Lieberjosch: "Looks like he found what he was looking for."

Vinegar: "Somers pulling a steel chair out from the bottom of the ring, and he is sliding back into the ring now."

Covert Jay: "Jet doing whatever he has to do."

Vinegar: "Oh, that's bullshit. Jet preaches about proving himself to be the best, and now he is introducing a steel chair into the mix? Total bullshit."

Covert Jay: "Burke beginning to stir now, as Donovan turns and sees Jet standing there holding that steel chair, and smiling at him."

Vinegar: "Jet with a shrug, and then slams that steel chair against the mat, the sound echoing throughout the arena."

"Covert Jay: "And he just cracked the chair across the back of Donovan Hastings!"

Vinegar: "And Hastings just dropped to the mat in a heap!"

Lieberjosch: "I don't even know what to say to this… because Glenn Burke just made it to his feet and saw what happened!"

Vinegar: "Glenn Burke admonishing Jet Somers, and now he is calling for the bell!"

Covert Jay: "No!"

Mitchell Dennis: "Ladies and Gentlemen… the winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification…"

Hans Lieberjosch grabs a microphone, rises from his seat at the announce table.

Lieberjosch: "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait…. As the Creative Director here in UGWC, I cannot allow this to happen."

Vinegar: "What are you talking about Hans? Donovan wins by disqualification. Meaning he keeps his career. What in the hell are you doing?"

Lieberjosch: "Normally the use of a foreign object during a match would result in a disqualification. In this case, the winner of this match would be Donovan Hastings. However…"

Covert Jay: "However?"

Lieberjosch: "However, knowing Donovan as I do, for as long as I have, I know that he would not want to attain a victory… or keep his career… by winning like that. Knowing Donovan as I do, he either wants to prove that he is better than Jet Somers, or he is willing to walk off into the sunset, to never wrestle another day. I can respect that."

Covert Jay: "Who cares about respect?"

Lieberjosch: "As such, I am ordering this match to be restarted, with only pinfalls or submissions resulting in the match being deemed over."

Vinegar/Covert Jay: "WHAT?!?!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan either proves that he is worthy to carry the World Title, or he proves that Jet is simply better, and then honors the stipulation that he himself had attached to the match. And I don't think he would have it any other way."

Vinegar: "This match has been officially restarted, per the uGWC Creative Director!"

Covert Jay: "Jet's plan to keep his title goes by the wayside… this match continues!"

Lieberjosch: "Another ground-and-pound attack from Somers, as he is all over Donovan."

Vinegar: "Hastings shrugs him off, but Jet is ready. CHOK!"

Covert Jay: "Jet with the cover!"

ONE!!!!!






TWO!!!!!!!






THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Donovan kicked out! Donovan kicked out!!"

Lieberjosch: "Somers pulling Hastings to his feet… leg sweep, and Jet is on his back!"

Covert Jay: "THE HANDS OF FATE applied by Donovan!"

Vinegar: "Jet thrashing about… trying to find a way out of the move!"

Lieberjosch: "Jet hooks his foot on the rope, and Donovan breaks the hold."

Vinegar: "Both men to their feet, Jet ducking under a lariat attempt…"

Covert Jay: "SPEAR!"

Lieberjosch: "Jet with the cover!"

ONE!!!!!









TWO!!!!!









THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vinegar: "Jet back to his feet, as Donovan is struggling to his…"

Covert Jay: "Jet looking for another Jetstreamer… he springs off the ropes!"

Lieberjosch: "Hastings just connected with a superkick! Shades of Eden Morgan!"

Vinegar: "Kick to the gut as Jet gets back to his feet… DESTINY's CALL!"

Covert Jay: "But he doesn’t got for the cover!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan dragging Jet to his feet, and sending him into the corner…"

Vinegar: "He looks to be going for Inevitability."

Covert Jay: "But Jet is fighting out of it! And he is able to knock Donovan down to the mat!"

Vinegar: "Jet looking for a Blackout from the top rope!"

Lieberjosch: "But Donovan moves!"

Covert Jay: "And Jet catches nothing but canvas."

Vinegar: "Donvan yanks Jet to his feet, lifts him up, DESTINY's' CALL!"

Lieberjosch: "But he rolls through, pulling Jet back to his feet!"

Covert Jay: "ANOTHER Destiny's Call!"

Vinegar: "And Hastings rolling through again!"

Lieberjosch: "I third Destiny's Call! And Hastings with the cover!"

ONE!!!!!









TWO!!!!!









THREE!!!!!









Vinegar: "Donovan Hastings has done it! He's done it!!!!"

Mitchell Dennis: "Ladies and Gentlemen… the winner of this match, and NEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW UGWC WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….. DONNNNNOVANNNNN HAAASSTTINNGGGSSS!!!!!!!!!!"

Vinegar: "Both men lying prone on the mat, as Glenn Burke lays the title across the chest of Donovan Hastings."

Covert Jay: "Donovan Hastings has come into this match with much to live up to, and he has far exceeded expectations!

Lieberjosch: "Hastings had everything to lose, and somehow, he still found a way to come out victorious!"

Vinegar: "Donovan Hastings has not only seen to it that his career here within UGWC will continue… but he has also become the only five-time UGWC World Champion in this company's existence… placing his name in the record books for all of eternity!"

Lieberjosch: "Donovan Hastings is our new World Champion… he continues to have a career here within UGWC… and we will see everyone in 2018!!!!!"


Donovan Hastings - 8.37

Jet Somers - 8.24

[Lord Hastings]

Credits

The Year In Review
Steve

GFX
Britt

Opener
Dave

Chaos Championship
Mike

Triple Threat
Ad

Cross-Hemisphere Championship
Steve

Valhalla Burial
Brandon

World Heavyweight Championship
Chad

[Lord Hastings]

After...

Donovan Hastings stands in front of his locker, staring at the championship belt in his hands, expressionless and lost in thought.

"Daddy?"

He turns to the door and sees his daughters standing in the doorway, with Owen Peterson standing behind them. Donovan drops to his knees and they rush to him, as Owen smiles and quietly slips away.

Donovan hugs his children tightly, with tears in his eyes, as the World Heavyweight Championship lays on the floor behind him.

[Eden Morgan]

Horizons always feels like the ultimate experience at the end of the year where storylines are closed and some for the next year are hinted at, and this one was no exception. Fantastic and action-packed throughout and I can’t say enough about the matchwriters in this. Dave, Mike, Ad, b, Steve, Chad- amazing job on these, I can’t say enough about how well these were written and how they were true to the characters involved, though that’s the caliber I’ve come to expect from the team we have here.

Congratulations to the winners and thank you to everyone on the roster for another fun and competitive year in this place. Here’s hoping next year is just as great.

[Lord Hastings]

This was the culminating event of the eighth year of UGWC, which is amazing to me. Thank you to everyone who has been a part of it!

Eleven different people wrote matches for PPV events this year, so a big thank you to everyone who contributed. Match-writing is not and will never be a requirement for participation here, but obviously the more people are involved, the better the overall production, and the more attention each match and story is able to receive. We could not do this without the support of writing volunteers, so thank you!

A special recognition to Britt for her work on the graphics that really help to make PPVs special and give the shows a visual appeal.

I have no bigger THANK YOU than for Chad, without whom I suspect UGWC would have closed a long time ago. Chad has picked up my slack on countless occasions and never fails to validate me when I am feeling uncertain, set me right when I am in the wrong, pick me up when that is what is needed, or simply listen when I need to be heard. We'll have our award voting within the next few weeks, and one of the categories will be best handler, as it always is. Regardless of the result, Chad is without question the MVP.

I also need to thank Brandon for giving Donovan his finest moment, and enabling that to be the case regardless of the result of the match. I've more or less said it all already, either in my feedz to your RP or on messenger, but this Horizons event, the build, the RPs, the event itself, was all above and beyond what I could have hoped for, and for me at least, was nothing less than perfect. B, you poured your heart into that RP, and it meant a lot to me. Jet was the perfect opponent, you wrote a tremendous RP, Chad gave us an incredible match.

This was the last show of the year, but we still have more content to come. If you have not yet submitted nominations for our year end awards and would like to, please do so by the end of the weekend. I also plan on debuting at least one if not two new Essential Collections during the break, I hope people have been enjoying reliving the memories.

While I'm sure I will talk with many of you during the break, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season with your families, and I'm excited for what UGWC has in store for 2018!

[Jet Somers]

This has been one of the most tumultuous and history-changing years in UGWC history. The scope of this event, and the stories that it brings to a close, really captures the dedication and creativity, passion and competition we all put into our writing. It's the onus of the matchwriters to encapsulate with one action-packed scene the entire story of the feud between the fighters, but a really talented matchwriter will bring in the history of those characters, and how their relationship has grown and changed. Each of you did that with panache for this show, and I'm super impressed with another epic Horizons in the history books.

That being said, this is one of the bitterest Horizons I've been through. Factions ending definitively, rivalries and friendships playing out their final battles, names we may not see on a card again, as well as names we nearly lost. This is a turning point in UGWC, and while it's jarring to go through such a transition, it excites me to enter a new year with what is as close to a clean slate as we can get. I see new, big things in UGWC, and I can't wait to continue working with you all again!