Chill #6 Results

[Lord Hastings]

You can hear the chattering of a large crowd, but no visuals. As a cold, blue spotlight clicks on over a blocky “U”, the opening strains of “Red Cold River” by Breaking Benjamin slowly tease the opening. A slow, CO2 mist curls out from around the letters as the fans start to get excited. Spotlights continue to flick on over subsequent letters, “G,” “W,” “C,” and when Ben Burnley screams “RUN” to usher in the song proper, the stage lights up with six-foot blue flames and the word “Chill” is emblazoned in black across the company letters. The fans hit their feet as pyros fly, and we’re taken to ringside to join our broadcast team of Aaron Reese, "The Drunken Buzzsaw" Chaos and Daniel Hanson.

Reese: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the sixth episode of UGWC CHILL!! I’m your host Aaron Reese! To my left is the most colorful colorman in the business, UGWC legend and Hall of Fame member, “The Drunken Buzzsaw”, Chaos.

Chaos: Yo.

Reese: And to my left is the often verbose but infrequently insightful Daniel Hanson.

Hanson: We’re here at the North Charleston Arena, here in South Carolina!

Reese: Last week was Infinity, but now it’s time for Chill! Let’s get the action underway!

Hanson: I can’t believe that we’re starting a show with such stupidity.

Chaos: I can’t believe that we still pay you.

Hanson: I can’t believe that you’re not dead from alcohol poisoning yet.

Chaos: It’s from honest living, Hanson. It’s why I’m still allowed in Thailand…

Hanson: I hate you.

Chaos: I’ll drink to that.

Reese: I will concede that this is a very unconventional match. That said, I think it’s one of the things that makes “Chill” such an exciting show.

Hanson: I’m what makes this an exciting show. Otherwise it’s total crap.

Chaos: You’re only here because traditional wrestling commentary includes a smarmy and obnoxious dipshit at the table.

Hanson: Why would that require me?

Chaos: It doesn’t. It’s just that you were unsurprisingly still available.

Hanson: They met the “dipshit” quota with you.

Chaos: Yes, but I’m an entertaining and lovable son of a bitch.

Hanson: I beg to differ.

Chaos: Don’t protest too hard…

Reese: Gentlemen, if we could get back to the opening match…

Chaos: Sure. Hanson was being an ass. I was correcting him.

Reese: That’s Hanson. Let’s focus on what matters, the match.

Chaos: Works for me.

Hanson: I don’t get to rebut?

Reese: No.
Hanson: That’s not fair!

Chaos: Suck it up, Sally. No one gives a shit what you think anyway.

Reese: This has the potential to be one of the strangest matches we’ve ever seen in UGWC.

Chaos: That’s saying something when we have “penguin on a pole” matches and we did a match in an old Mill.

Reese: True enough. We’ve never seen a “Cage of Justice” match and based on what I’m seeing at ringside, not to mention our Referee, this is going to be…

Hanson: Stupid. Which matches both people who are fighting in it.

Chaos: You talk a lot of shit for guy who just sits behind a table. Until you step in the ring, shut your fuckin hole.

Hanson: Why don’t you ever talk to Reese that way?

Chaos: Because he’s not a miserable asshole.

Reese: Thanks.

Chaos: Don’t mention it.

Hanson: Has anyone noticed how our Referee is dressed?

Chaos: The wig makes it hard to miss.

Hanson: I figured that you might be addled with all of the booze that you consume.

Reese: And you wonder why he wants to drive your head through the floor.

Hanson: I’ve always assumed that it’s because he’s a miserable prick who’s jealous that the people in the ring can still go, while his broken ass is stuck at an announcing table.

Reese: Can I ask you a favor, Chaos?

Chaos: Yeah.

Reese: Warn me when you want to reach over here and rip his face off.

Chaos: Sure.
Reese: Our Referee, Sebastian Kane, is dressed up like an English Barrister, complete with wig and gown.

Chaos: I do like his big hammer.

Hanson: That’s a gavel, you moron.

Chaos: I know what it’s called. If you don’t watch it, I’m going to take it from him and plant it between your eyes.

Hanson: What I don’t get is why he’s sitting in a weird elevated table.

Reese: It’s the Judge’s table.

Hanson: I don’t get it.

Chaos: Didn’t you read the run sheet? And you accuse me of being unprofessional.

Reese: He’s got you there.

Hanson: Shut up.

Reese: Do your job.

Chaos: You’re such a tool, Hanson.

Reese: The premise of the match is that the referee sits at the Judge’s table. A pin can happen in two ways, either the standard pin type, except that the Referee hits his gavel on the table three times, or one participant is locked in handcuffs and takes his enemy’s finishing move. We’ve thrown in a bit of an American twist in that we have two of our own Security dressed up as Police and the loser will be lead out of the cage in handcuffs and taken away in a squad car.

Hanson: It’s weird and pointless, sort of like both participants. Why not just let them demolish each other with nightsticks? It would be so much more entertaining.

Chaos: I’d be more entertained if they beat your ass into the mat with nightsticks.

Hanson: I hate you.

Chaos: Fuck you very much, too.

Reese: Just in time, here’s Mitchell with the ring introductions.

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for ONE FALL and is a “Cage of Justice” Match! Introducing first…

“Cold as Ice” by M.O.P plays over the sound system as Konrad comes out through the curtain just wearing his blue and white mask with white hair along with his wrestling trousers with his nickname The Iceman on the front of them with Pit Bull Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands with a side cross necklace on his neck.

Mitchell Dennis: From Cologne, Germany, he is The Iceman, Konrad Raab!

He then high fives the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone cheers him as he gets down from the turnbuckle and does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent waiting for the match to start.

Hanson: I don’t get why the fans cheer this idiot.

Reese: They love his effort and the fact that he’s so honorable.

Hanson: He’s a chump.

Reese: I don’t see you getting in the ring.

Hanson: I’m too good for that.

Chaos: “Too good”? You should quit while you’re ahead.

Hanson: Seriously. Wrestling is for people who are

Reese: A lot tougher than we are, Hanson.

Chaos: Nice save, Reese. You owe him for bailing your weasley ass out of the hole you were digging it into, Hanson.

Reese: I think that the fans will be divided for this match as the man he’s facing is also insanely popular.

Hanson: He’s also an idiot.

Chaos: I’m normally the miserable bastard who hates everyone. What crawled up your skirt today?

Hanson: I have to sit here and watch a mentally defective foreign guy who pukes when he’s nervous facing a walking cartoon. I hate both and I hate both of them.

Reese: You don’t like anyone.

Hanson: I love myself.

Chaos: That’s only because everyone else detests you.

Reese: True. Let’s go the ring for the Captain’s entrance!

Hanson: I don’t get to rebut that insult?

Reese and Chaos: NO.

Hanson: I hate both of you so much.

Mitchell Dennis: And his opponent…

As the music hits and strobe lights flash freneticall, The Captain arrives on the stage wearing a pink vinyl jacket that has been airbrushed with “80” in periwinkle and bedazzled, tassels hanging from the entire length of his arms. The jacket has remarkable shoulder pads which are covered by purple epaulets, and giant gold buttons line the front though he wears it opened. His facepaint takes on the shape of a comically large, brightly colored eyepatch over his right eye. He wears a headband under his severely teased blond hair, featuring a blue anchor over a red rising sun. On his right hand is a disco-ball-esque glove. His Zubaz tear-away pants feature blue stripes before they disappear into his white, calf-high, heeled boots. Halfway down the ramp, he produces a ludicrously long, telescoping, brass spyglass, and looks over the crowd. He affects a surprised look, then points into the stands, and invites a “First Mate” (what he calls his fans) down to help him remove his extra attire. The fan (always a female) helps him remove his jacket, headband, and pants to reveal his bright yellow trunks, yellow tassels around his biceps, and yellow wrist tape.

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, he is CAPTAIN EIGHTEEEEEEEES!!!

Reese: The Captain is fired up!

Hanson: That’s because he’s brain dead.

Reese: This is going to be a long night.

Chaos: Can we get someone from the back to change Hanson’s diaper?

Hanson: My diaper is fine. I checked it before we came out here.

Reese: Are you sure...wait..what?

Chaos: Are you serious?

Hanson: Don’t judge me.

Chaos: We judged you LONG before this.

Reese: Moving on...Referee Sebastian Kane is behind his elevated desk and we’re ready to go!

Hanson: I don’t believe that I have to call this…

Reese: The bell rings and the two men take a quick look at the handcuffs that are clipped to their respective corners, then advance on each other to center ring.

Chaos: Raab looks a little thrown off by the whole thing.

Hanson: Captain Idiocy always looks “off”.

Chaos: Clever. Did you spend all week thinking that up, or did you ask Creative for help?

Reese: Even at their worst, Creative couldn’t come up with an insult that lousy.

Chaos: True.

Hanson: You’re both pricks.

Reese: Raab and The Captain engage in a test of strength.

Chaos: The Captain is stronger. Raab should know that.

Hanson: Now who’s making assumptions?

Chaos: It’s not an assumption. It’s what my eyes tell me, as well as experience.

Reese: He’s got you there.

Hanson: He’s just assuming.

Reese: Look in the ring, Hanson.

Hanson: I am.

Chaos: What do you see?

Hanson: Captain 80s has forced Raab down to his knees.

Chaos: Why?

Hanson: Because he’s stronger.

Chaos: And what did Uncle Chaos tell you?

Hanson: It’s not mature to gloat.

Chaos: No, but it’s really satisfying.

Reese: The Captain jerks Raab into the air by his hands and slams him down across his knee with a really inventive backbreaker variation.

Hanson: He probably stole it from someone.

Chaos: Doesn’t matter. It worked.

Reese: The Captain pulls Konrad up and hoists him onto his shoulder...

Chaos: Nice powerslam.

Reese: It’s too early to call it a “strategy”, but he’s definitely put some thought into it.

Hanson: He hasn’t thought of anything since “Transformers” were on the air.

Chaos: That was a cool show. Don’t insult “The Transformers”.

Hanson: I was a “Go Bots” guy.

Chaos: Cheap ass.

Hanson: What?

Reese: I was just informed that there are a few parts to the match that will happen after the first two minutes of the match and then at every minute after that.

Hanson: What? Who’s idea was that?
Chaos: Presumably the GM, but it screams Ichabod.

Reese: We’re about to hit the two minute mark as The Captain has spent the last minute throwing Raab around the ring and appears to be a little gassed.

Hanson: I told you he was a moron.

Reese: He’s wrestles an old-school style.

HOOOOOOOOONK!!!

Hanson: Was than an air horn?

Reese: It sounded like one.

Hanson: What the hell was that for?

Chaos: Open your fuckin eyes and find out.

Hanson: You’re so crass.

Chaos: And you have a phobia of chunky Asians.

Reese: Both wrestlers pause and look around in confusion.

Hanson: I think I’m still deaf from that airhorn.

Chaos: It’s too bad you’re not mute.

Reese: Both competitors look utterly befuddled as Referee Kane stands up and slips a blindfold down over his eyes.

Hanson: Oh, Christ…

Reese: This is about to get…

Hanson: Absurd.

Reese: I was going for chaotic, but sure, that works too.

Chaos: The blindfold is in place.

Reese: He gestures for both men to continue the Tron.
Hanson: I don’t believe that I have to watch this.

Chaos: You don’t. You can leave.

Reese: He’s right.

Hanson: I’m a professional.

Chaos: Since when?

Reese: Raab and the Captain lock up again and this time Konrad gets the advantage as he gets around behind the Captain and drops him on the back of his head with a quick belly to back suplex. The Captain pops back up and darts at Raab, who sidesteps him and drops him with an arm drag, then hits him with a quick dropkick.

Chaos: He has The Captain reeling.

Reese: He pulls The Captain up and connects with a release German Suplex, then pulls him up and drills him with a clothesline.

BANG, BANG, BANG!!!

Hanson: The fuck?

Reese: Our blindfolded official just knocked his gavel his desk and Raab looks a bit confused by it.

Hanson: I don’t agree with him that often, but for once it makes sense.

Chaos: Watch the clock, kids.

Reese: Excellent point, Chaos. It’s at ten and counting down.

Hanson: This is such a farce.

Chaos: We’re down to five.

Reese: It’s time!

QUUUUUUACK!!!!

Hanson: Was that a duck call?

Chaos: Yup.

Hanson: I’m so confused.

Reese: That duck call made Raab stop in mind move.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Hanson: There’s Kane with the damned gavel again.

Reese: Yup. He clearly has no idea what’s going on.

Hanson: Really? Did you notice that all by yourself?

Reese: I noticed it better than Kane notices the match.

Chaos: Not your best joke, but I’ll allow it.

Hanson: Why do you let him get away with shitty jokes, but not me?

Chaos: I don’t want to throw him in front of a movie bus.

Reese: And I sincerely appreciate that.

Chaos: Don’t mention it.

Hanson: Did a statue of the Statue of Liberty just drop from the ceiling?

Reese: It did.

Chaos: It’s more of a pinata.

Mitchell Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been informed that there is a costume of Lady Liberty in there and if one of our contestants is put through the pinata, that they have to put the contents on.

Hanson: Is he serious?

Chaos: He sounds serious.

Reese: He’s serious.

Hanson: I’m so lost right now.
Chaos: You could make that feeling literal and neither of us would mind.

Reese: Meanwhile, Raab pulls the Captain up and whips him across the ring. The Captain bounces off of the ropes and ducks under another clothesline attempt from Raab.

Hanson: Ow.

Chaos: Better him than me.

Reese: Nice Atomic Drop by the Captain.

Chaos: Hell of a boot, too. He should try out for the NFL.

Hanson: As long as it gets him out of here.

Reese: The Captain turns and looks at the pinata of Lady Liberty.

Chaos: It looks like Halloween is coming early.

Reese: The Captain walks over to Lady Liberty and gives her a quick salute. He goes to pull her off of her hanging clip and

BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Chaos: Christ that was loud.

Hanson: It was right in my ear.

Reese: I didn’t even know there was an air horn under the table.

Chaos: Hanson knows now.

Hanson: What? Who’s talking?

Reese: A picture of Uncle Sam just dropped from the ceiling, followed by an American flag.

Hanson: Who thought this insanity up?

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Reese: There’s Kane with the gavel again.

Hanson: This is so embarrassing to be a part of.
Reese: I think it’s pretty entertaining.

Chaos: I need to drink more.

Hanson: I need to drink.

Chaos: Get your own beer.

Reese: Captain 80s had managed to get the momentum back when the image of Uncle Sam dropped from the ceiling. Now every time he sees it, he stops and salutes.

Hanson: This is never going to end.

Chaos: That might end it…

Reese: Raab just hit the Captain over the head with the Lady Liberty pinata.

Hanson: That...that…

Chaos: Foreigner?

Hanson: Not what I was going to say. How dare he destroy Lady Liberty? That’s not patriotic!

Chaos: He’s German, asshole.

Hanson: I know that!

Chaos: Then why did you say that?

Hanson: I’m a patriot!

Chaos: You’re an idiot.

Mitchell Dennis: According to the rules, Captain 80s must put the Lady Liberty costume on!

Hanson: This is so...weird.

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

Hanson: There goes that idiot referee with the gavel again.

Reese: Captain 80s looks like he’s about to cry over the broken Lady Liberty pinata.

Hanson: I’d cry if I had to put that outfit on.

Chaos: So would everyone else.

Hanson: Thanks, Chaos! I didn’t know you cared!

Chaos: I don’t. I just know how much the sight of you in anything that shows your chicken legs off would upset everyone.

Reese: Truth. The Captain has managed to awkwardly…

Chaos: Shoehorn himself into that outfit.

Reese: That works. The Captain has the outfit on now, although it looks like he’s managed to tear both arms out getting his massive arms into them.

Chaos: It looks to me like the collar is stuck around his head.

Hanson: Well, if it wasn’t so big.

Chaos: Do you have something you need to get off of your chest, Hanson?

Hanson: No. I don’t know what you’re talking abou...NO! You’re sick!

Chaos: Your tone sounded a bit longing. If that’s your thing, more power to you.

Reese: Konrad appears to be helping the Captain get his head through the collar of that costume.

Hanson: Idiot. He should just kick him in the face and pin him.

Reese: He has scruples.

Hanson: I repeat what I just said.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!!

Reese: They just about had it when the Referee hammered with his gavel again!

Chaos: Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!

Hanson: You’re old.

Chaos: If you keep insulting me, you won’t have the chance to be old.

Reese: The gavel appeared to startle the Captain, who immediately swung wildly and caught Raab right on the chin!

Chaos: That was a hell of a punch.

Reese: I have no idea how Raab is still on his feet. It’s not much better for the Captain, because he still can’t get his head through that collar and he’s stumbling all over the ring.

Chaos: Look at the clock.

Reese: We’re at five seconds and The Captain just staggered through the ropes and face planted onto the floor..

HONNNNNNNK!!!

Hanson: I seriously want to kick whoever planned these “alarms” square in the nuts.

Reese: Take it up with Vines.

Chaos: I expect this has something to do with Ichy. This is far too complicated for Vines.

Hanson: What the hell is going on in front of the Referee’s stand?

BANG!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

Hanson: Someone take that goddamned gavel away from him!

Reese: Am I seeing things?

Chaos: If you are, I’m seeing the same thing and there’s not enough booze to cause that!

Reese: The scales of justice are raising up through the floor.

Chaos: I think the Captain is stuck on a part of one of the scale arms!

Reese: I think you’re right!

Hanson: What has my life become?!

Reese: Raab seems to finally have his wits back and he looks utterly dumbfounded by what he’s seeing!
Hanson: For once, I agree with him!

Chaos: This is some weird shit.

Reese: Amen to that. The Captain is stuck by his tights and his legs are windmilling wildly.

Chaos: Not to mention that he’s still stuck in that collar.

Reese: Raab is just staring at him, jaw agape and I can’t say that I blame him.

Chaos: I don’t either.

Hanson: People will never take me seriously in sports commentary after this…

Chaos: They don’t take you seriously now.

Reese: Raab breaks into a run and leaps onto the Scales of Justice…

Chaos: That’s impressive agility.

Hanson: Especially for such an old man. Chaos, you couldn’t do that even before you become a broken down old man.

Chaos: I didn’t need to.

Hanson: Why not?

Reese: Keep disrespecting him like that and you’ll find out.

Chaos: What Aaron said.

Reese: Raab leaps across the giant arms of the scales, cross the middle and leaps for The Captain…

BANG!!! BANG!! BANG!!!

Hanson: That goddamned gavel…

BANG!!

Fans: OHHHHH!!!!

Chaos: God damn.
Reese: What a cutter!

Chaos: They’re lucky that they landed in the ring!

Reese: The problem is that it took a lot out of both men and now neither one is moving.

Chaos: On the bright side, the Captain has his head out of that collar now.

Reese: That’s true, although I doubt that he finds that to be much more than a small comfort.

Chaos: Well, at least when he wakes up.

Reese: True.

Hanson: Raab is an idiot, but that WAS impressive.

Reese: That’s as close as you’re going to get to a compliment for Raab.

Hanson: Eh. It was still stupid. Now he can’t pin the brain-dead throwback.

Reese: You just can’t help yourself.

Hanson: The truth isn’t always nice.

Reese: Raab is starting to move, while the Captain is still flat on his face on the mat.

Chaos: Dude’s tougher than I thought.

Reese: He’s crawling hand over hand towards the Captain, who still hasn’t budged.

Hanson: If the idiot was smart, he’d handcuff the Captain and THEN pin him...and since the Ref is blind, he should also hit him with a chair shot or five.

Reese: Of course you’d recommend that.

Chaos: Raab is almost over to the fallen Captain. I’m impressed with his tenacity.

Hanson: He would have given you a challenge.

Chaos: In your dreams....the ones that don’t include chunky Asians who do flips.

Hanson: I wish you’d stop bringing that up.

Reese: Raab finally gets over and drapes a hand over the Captain.

BANG!! BANG!!!

Hanson: NO WAY!!

Chaos: Well fuck me running…

Reese: I have no idea how, but the Captain kicked out!

Chaos: Now’s not the time to get distracted, Konrad!

Reese: Raab thrusts his hand down and grabs the Captain by the throat. He hoists him into the air in what looks like an attempt at “The Icenator”!

Chaos: Nice elbow to the forehead from the Captain. Sometimes the best counters are the simplest.

Hanson: Well, he is a simple guy, so…

Reeves: Raab stumbles back, momentarily stunned. Captain 80’s runs at him and scoops him up into his shoulder...running powerslam! He runs backward and bounces off of the ropes…

Hanson: USE THE HANDCUFFS YOU IDIOT!!!

Reese: CAPTAIN’S LOG! Captain 80s drops into the cover!!

ONE!!

BANG!!

TWO!!!

BANG!!

THR/BAN….NOOOO!!!!!!

Hanson: He KICKED OUT! THE KRAUT KICKED OUT!!!

Reese: Do you REALLY have to focus on that?!

Hanson: I thought that rhyme was pretty clever.

Reese: The Captain can’t believe it! He stands up and walks over to the corner, where he grabs the handcuffs and shakes his head almost as it he’s disappointed that it’s come to this. He staggers back over to Raab. He flips Raab over and goes to apply the handcuffs. He has them on Raab’s right wrist...if he gets it onto the left, Raab will be helpless!

Chaos: Nice kick by Raab!

Reese: Over the shoulder throw by Raab! He takes down Captain 80s!

Hanson: Damn it!

Reese: Captain 80’s slowly gets back to his feet. He’s clearly dazed from how hard he landed on the throw! He staggers over to Raab, who sees his opportunity to strike. He gets around behind the Captain and wraps him around the waist...FROZEN PIN!!!

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

Mitchell Dennis: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….”THE ICEMAN” KONRAD RAAAAAAAAAB!!!!

Reese: Raab has won and Captain 80s has to be lead out in handcuffs!!

Chaos: Here come the “Cops”.

Reese: Raab looks like he wants to keep it from happening, but after this gueling insanity of a match, he’s just too tired to move!

Hanson: Raab should have handcuffed him and beaten what little brains he has in with a chair.

Reese: Raab is a better person than you. We now are watching what might the strangest match conclusion in UGWC history as the “Police” have cuffed Captain 80s and are leading him out of the ring and down to the waiting Police Car…

Chaos: Reminds me of my younger days.

Reese: The debuting Hide Yamazaki takes on Kenzi Gray and that match is NEXT!!!

Konrad Raab - 6.85

Captain '80s - 6.74

[Lord Hastings]

“The HELL is THIS shit?!”

Sarah Lacklan pushes open the door leading to the obligatory #CoolKids lockeroom (they are EXCELLENT with contract negotiations!) and stormed into the room. Kenzi Grey sits up with a start and slams her laptop closed and gives her wife a look of wide-eyed innocence, but the albino is too caught up in her fury to notice what may or may not have been going on in the room.

“This is RIDICULOUS, Beloved! EXPLAIN THIS RIGHT NOW!”

Trailing in behind her, with head hanging down, is their personal assistant, Ashley Allen, who was wearing very familiar clothes: Kenzi’s wrestling gear. The top was far too small for her nearly-comically large chest, and the bottoms sagged due to a complete failing in that area thanks to a humorous Creator, but the usual outfit of the undefeated Chill Star was undeniable. Kenzi bursts out in laughter at the plight of her ‘rival,’ and even has to wipe away a few tears.

“Oh...oh man! You look RIDICULOUS, Ash! You look as stupid as you usually sound!”

The administrative assistant hangs her head even more, her cheeks turning red, and Sarah positions herself in front of her wife and posits her hands on her hips.

“Ax tells me that SHE is your life double today! That is RIDICULOUS! She’s not a wrestler! She’s not trained! Hell, she hasn’t done anything PHYSICAL since cheer championships in our senior year of high school! If you send her out there against Deathwish...he just might get his wish!”

Kenzi sits aside her computer, patting the empty spot beside her as Sarah takes a deep breath an gives a massive eyeroll before plopping down, angrily. Kenzi puts her arm around Sarah, giving her a firm shake.

“Sar, relax! I am not sending Ash out to wrestle…she is just going to be there in case UGWC Saviors shows up again. Ichabod said that I could have my decoy with me for safety reason, and since Lenore is busy…I need my assistant to assist. That’s all, promise!”

Sarah glared at Kenzi for a moment, then her demeanor slowly softened. She looked at her old high school friend, then looked back at her wife.

“Are you sure Beloved? I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Infinity…”

Kenzi seemed confused and Sarah gave an even more massive sigh. She wasn't sure if Kenzi was playing stupid to upset her purpose or if she truly had no idea what she was getting at. If she had to spell it out for her, then she would.

“You tried to pin me in the match! I don’t know what you were even thinking! You’ve just been…so…different lately!”

Kenzi’s expression is unrecognizable as she looks from Sarah to Ashley and back again. Finally she gives a dismissive wave of her hands.

“Babe, you are blowing that WAY out of proportion! Besides, I was just playing. If I really wanted to pin you, I would have put more effort into it. I mean, I totally helped Roxy advance…not that the bitch ever thanked me…so I don’t know what the big deal is! All’s well that ends well, right? Angie is the UGWC World Champion and Roxy basically has money in the bank!  The #CoolKids rule the school, right?”

Sarah’s eyes focused on her wife in quiet contemplation until she finally gave a small nod of her head. That was the point...one for all and all for one.  

“I suppose…”

“Soooo…does that mean that I don’t have to wrestle tonight?”

Kenzi looked up at Ashley as she spoke up, a hopeful look spreading across the girl's face. Kenzi chuckled, giving her a lopsided grin.

“Of course not! You don’t have to wrestle, but I DO need you out there with me tonight…just in case. I promise…nothing bad will happen to you.”

Ashley seems unconvinced, but Sarah gives her a reassuring nod that sets her a bit more at ease. Sarah starts to address her own concerns, but her phone buzzes and she glances at it, eyebrow raised as she recognizes Ichabod’s number. She gives Kenzi a quick peck on the cheek, then quickly excuses herself to speak to the Creative Director in private.

Kenzi looks at Ashley again, and her reassuring smile fades to one of sadistic mischief filling the personal assistant with doubt and unease over whatever the media star had planned for her.

[Lord Hastings]

Reese: "Quite an exciting opening match here at the inaugural 2019 edition of UGWC #Chill!"

Hanson: "AHOY! THE CAPTAIN AND THE ICEMAN WAGED WAR IN A CAGE OF JUSTICE MATCH, IN A BATTLE THAT HAD TO BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED!"

Chaos: "The fuck you yelling for, Hanson?"

Hanson: "AHOY FIRST MATE CHAOS, AFTER WITNESSING THE ARRIVAL OF THE FALCOR HERE ON THIS FINE EVENING, I FEEL THE INTENSITY OF THE CAPTAIN SURGING THROUGH MY VERY BEING!"

Chaos: "Yeah, you're gonna knock that shit off, right the fuck now."

Hanson: "You're such a killjoy, you realize that, right?"

Reese: "The Captain brought the will of all of his first mates for that Cage of Justice match, but in the end, the suddenly surging Konrad Raab was able to secure the victory here tonight, in what could currently be the best performance that he has given during his UGWC career thus far."

Hanson: "Going against the then-UGWC World Champion a few weeks back seems to have flipped a switch in Konrad, as he has been performing at a very high level ever since that defeat."

Chaos: "He keeps it up, and that long elusive championship opportunity might be coming his way soon. And you know who it won't be against? That arrogant fuckin' tool, Alan Wallace."

Hanson: "You still harbor a lot of resentment for 'The Vain One', Chaos. Isn't it time to let it go? Life's too short to harbor this much hatred for one indi-"

Chaos: "Shut the fuck up, Hanson."

Reese: "Before this devolves into something that will lead to Daniel getting hurt, let's move on to our next match of the evening, shall we?"

Hanson: "Wait, why would it be me who winds up getting injured?"

Both Aaron Reese and Chaos look at Hanson, neither man saying a word. Hanson visibly grows irritated.

Hanson: "Whatever!"

Reese: "Up next we will see the 2018 #Chill Performer of the Year, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, taking on a newcomer to UGWC, 'Deathwish' Hide Yamazaki."

Hanson: "While Kenzi Grey had a spectacular year last year, especially here on #Chill, she has been at a crossroads as of late. And that fact makes me wonder if 2019 will be as impressive as 2018 was for Mrs. Grey-Lacklan."

Chaos: "Kenzi has all the tools to be a future World Champ in UGWC. She gets her head right, and she'll be fine."

Reese: "The challenge she has in front of her for tonight though may prove to be daunting. The man known as 'Deathwish' has been known to be quite the masochist during his career, and with 'The Number One Hitmaker' Johnny Bonecrusher guiding him, I imagine they would love nothing more than to prove a point here tonight."

Chaos: "It ain't gonna be a walk in the part for Kenzi tonight, that's for damn sure."

Reese: "Mark Thompson has made his way into the ring."

Hanson: "Do your thing, Mark!"

Thompson: "This next match is scheduled for one fall, and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, and making his debut here on UGWC #Chill… standing six-feet one-inch tall and weighing in at two-hundred fifty-three pounds, he's known for being a piece of shit in California Wrestling… HIDE YAMAZAKI!"

The first few seconds of "The Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath begins to play, and once “Whoooooahh, come onnn!” is heard, Hide Yamazaki bursts through the curtains, swinging his chains and forcing out a sadistic-sounding laugh. The swinging of the chains continues as he makes his way down the aisle, showing no regard as to whether he might strike a fan or not. Yamazaki throws his chains into the ring with reckless abandon, inciting the referee to shout at him, which accomplishes nothing. He then enters the ring in an exaggerated, staggering sort of way.

Reese: "With the announcement that Johnny Bonecrusher would be guiding the career of Hide Yamazaki here in UGWC, I'm surprised by his absence here this evening."

Hanson: "I can't say that I blame him, Aaron. We are in South Carolina, after all."

Chaos: "Maybe he just realized you were employed here, and is rethinking his decision, Hanson."

Thompson: "And his opponent… standing five-feet two-inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred thirty-six pounds, she hails from Hollywood, California… KENZI GREY-LACKLAN!"

“Gimme Your Applause” by Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, & Christina Aguilera begins to play as lightbulbs flash all through the arena. Much to the dismay of the crowd, Kenzi emerges with her personal assistant, Ashley Allen. A look of terror fills the young woman's face while she is pulled down to the ring, dressed in Kenzi's exact wrestling gear, right down to a mass of fake braids cascading down her back. As they get to the ringside area, Kenzi stops and appears to laugh at the look on Ashley's face. It all appears as though Kenzi is just pulling an elaborate rib on everyone, until she grabs a hold of Ashley and shoves her under the bottom rope, and into the ring.

Reese: "What is Kenzi doing? That young lady looks absolutely petrified."

Hanson: "Yeah, and look at the look on the face of 'Deathwish'. He's practically licking his chops!"

Reese: "I saw on social media where Kenzi stated that Lenore would not be in attendance here tonight-"

Hanson: "Stupid Vexx-Con!"

Reese: "Is Ms. Allen playing the role of Kenzi Grey here tonight?"

Hanson: "It appears so, Aaron."

Chaos: "Fuckin' Wallace and that stupid-assed proxy bullshit, my Christ."

Reese: "Well, it appears that Kenzi Grey-Lacklan is explaining things to Alice Nasmith, handing her a piece of paper in the process."

Hanson: "Alice doesn't seem to like what she is reading, but she's nodding her head as she looks sadly over at Ashley Allen. She's calling for the bell, and this match is officially underway!"

Yamazaki barrels across the ring and engulfs Ashley Allen with a running avalanche that completely crushes the petrified young lady in the corner. Numerous quick knee lifts find their mark, forcing all of the air from her lungs with each strike to the chest. 'Deathwish' takes a few steps backwards, grabbing Ashley by the hair and jerking her towards him. Wrapping his arms around her, he sends her halfway across the ring with a release belly-to-belly suplex, and Ashley lands on the back of her head and her neck, folding over like an accordion and winding up face-down on the mat. Hide quickly over to Ashley and jerks her to her feet, sending her flying again with a release German suplex. Yamazaki slowly over and drops to his knees, making the cover.




ONE!!!!!




TWO!!!!!




NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!




Reese: "Yamazaki had the pin there, but he pulled Ashley Allen off the mat before the three-count could be registered."

Hanson: "Apparently he hasn't had enough fun yet, Aaron."

Reese: "And Kenzi doesn't even seem to care."

Kenzi Grey-Lacklan is leaning forward on the ring apron, her face in her hands, and a bored expression on her face. Yamazaki sneers out at her as he jerks Ashley Allen back to her feet, and hoists her up onto his shoulders, before dropping her on her head with a Death Valley Driver. He pulls her back to her feet and makes his way over to the corner, lifting her up and trapping her in the corner with a tree of woe. He quickly turns and runs full speed towards the adjacent corner, before speeding back towards the trapped Ashley Allen and connecting with a sliding dropkick to her face. With the legs of Ashley still trapped and the poor young lady still hanging upside down, 'Deathwish' slides out of the ring. Reaching back in under the bottom rope, he grabs Ashley by the hair and begins pulling back as hard as he can.

Reese: "That poor young lady is in complete agony right now, as Alice Nasmith begins the mandatory five-count."




ONE!!!!!




TWO!!!!!




THREE!!!!!




FOUR!!!!!




Chaos: "Damn girl is being decimated right now."

Hanson: "Well, she isn't a wrestler, Chaos."

Chaos: "No shit, Sherlock."

Reese: "Yamazaki is now glaring over at Kenzi, and she just smiled at him and waved."

Yamazaki slides back into the ring, as Alice Nasmith is able to free Ashley's legs from the corner. Ash falls to the mat, but Hide is right there to jerk her back to her feet. Grabbing her by the leg, he lifts her into the air, holding her up there as he walks towards the center of the ring. He hits The Tower, causing Ashley to scream out in pain, but keeps a hold of her leg. In a flash, he does further damage to the leg of Ashley Allen by executing The Wheel of Fortune, and she screams in agony as she grabs at her knee.

Reese: "Alice Nasmith might seriously want to think about stopping this match, before Ashley Allen suffers any long-lasting damage."

Chaos: "That damage might already be fuckin' done, Aaron."

Yamazaki drops to the mat and applies The Hanged Man, but before Alice Nasmith can get into position to look for a submission, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan has hopped up onto the ring apron and has begun yelling at the official. Alice makes her way back to her feet and heads over to where Kenzi is berating her, as the crowd boos.

Reese: "Kenzi is reading Alice the riot act right now, not allowing Nasmith to see what is going on in the center of the ring."

Hanson: "You mean where Ashley Allen is furiously tapping out right now?"

Reese: "Yes."

Chaos: "Gotta admit… I didn't see this Kenzi showing up here tonight, that's for goddamn sure."

'Deathwish' releases the hold, getting to his feet and making his way over to where Alice Nasmith and Kenzi Grey-Lacklan are still arguing. Yamazaki takes a swing at Kenzi, but the #CoolKid avoids it by hopping down to the floor, smiling up at Hide as Alice turns and attempts to subdue him. Ash has rolled over to the adjacent corner, still clutching at her knee, as absolute terror fills her eyes. Nasmith and Yamazaki yelling back and forth at one another now, as Kenzi hops back up onto the ring apron and begins ripping at the top turnbuckle.

Reese: "What in the hell is she doing now?"

Hanson: "Not caring about the condition that Ashley Allen is currently in, that's for certain."

Chaos: "There ain't many times that I'm at a loss for words, but right now would be one of those fuckin' times."

Kenzi hops back down to the floor, throwing the evidence of the exposed turnbuckle out into the crowd, as Yamazaki turns and makes his way back over to Ashley Allen. Ripping the cowering young lady back to her feet once more, he wraps his arms around her and lifts, connecting with The Devil. Yamazaki makes the cover, and Nasmith makes the count.




ONE!!!!!




TWO!!!!!




THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!




Reese: "Kenzi Grey-Lacklan just slid into the ring and hit the Walk of Fame just before Alice's hand hit the mat for the third time!"

Hanson: "And now Nasmith is up and asking Kenzi what she thinks she's doing, and it looks like she's getting ready to call for the bell!"

Grey-Lacklan yelling at Nasmith now to re-read the paper that Kenzi handed to her before the match began, telling her to pay attention to the fine print. Alice takes the paper back out of her pocket and reads, her face dropping as she sees what Kenzi is trying to point out to her. With a wide grin, Kenzi turns her attention back to Yamazaki, who is slowly attempting to get to his feet as he holds his mouth and nose. Kenzi whips Yamazaki hard into the corner, the back of his head clanking off of that exposed turnbuckle. As ‘Deathwish’ stumbles out of the corner, it's One Hit Wonder time, and Kenzi catches Hide with absolutely all of her patented superman punch. Yamazaki falls to his knees, as he reaches for the back of his head. Kenzi grabs his arm, smiles out at the crowd, and then plants him with The Blockbuster. She makes the cover.




ONE!!!!!




TWO!!!!!




THREE!!!!!




Mark Thompson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match….. KENZI GREY-LACKLAN!!!!!"

Reese: "I do not understand what we just witnessed, guys. Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, for all intents and purposes, just threw one of her acquaintances to the wolves… and then somehow reinserted herself back into the match and picks up the victory."

Hanson: "I'm not quite sure what it was that Kenzi handed Alice at the beginning of the match, but I feel as if we need some answers. Hide Yamazaki was extremely impressive here in his UGWC #Chill debut, and it was all for naught."

Chaos: "Having seen what kind of guy 'Deathwish' is, Kenz might wanna watch her back for a while. Because he's fuckin' pissed."

Yamazaki is yelling up the ramp at Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, as she makes her way to the top of the stage and stops, Ashley Allen limping badly as she slowly follows. As Ash reaches the top of the stage, Kenzi yells at her to raise her hand, which Allen does as she hangs her head. A big smile forms on the face of Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, as she celebrates her victory before the unhappy crowd.


Kenzi Grey - 7.03

Hide Yamazaki - 6.81

[Lord Hastings]

Thompson: The following match is a NO HOLDS BARRED match!

Reese: It's time for 2019’s first Chill Main Event, and what a match up it's set to be. It is a first time ever, once in a lifetime kind of match. Had this occurred just a couple of years ago you would have assumed it was headlining an event like Horizons.



Thompson: Introducing first, DONOVAN HASTINGS!

The crowd erupts as Donovan appears on the stage, his cape billowing around him, he pauses for a very short moment as the fans reception hits him, before opening his arms to the fans. He then proceeds towards the ring.

Reese: No wonder these fans are excited, they likely didn’t imagine they’d be seeing a five time UGWC World Heavyweight Champion when they pre-ordered their tickets.

Hanson: Hastings was always overrated, this is about the right level for him. Only reason he got on the Horizons card last year is because he booked himself on it.

Chaos: Bullshit.

Hanson: Care to expand on such enlightened musings?

Chaos: Nah, I’m comfortable that everyone knows all the reasons you’re full of shit.

Hanson: You wouldn’t be saying that if Reesey wasn't sat between us to protect you.

Chaos: You're right, I'd be too bad laughing at you attempting to speak shit without any fuckin’ teeth.

Reese: The point is this is one hell if a way to quick off the first Chill of the year, it may well be the highest profile match we have had on the brand.

Hanson: You are forgetting when Captain 80’s battled Lindsey Bunny and Jack Levy.

Reese: Yes, yes I am. Rather than seeing this as a step down for our former Creative Director, I see it as a sign of the esteem in which this show is now held. No longer is it some half thought of developmental brand, but it is somewhere future Hall of Famers want to compete in at least once before their careers are over.

Hanson: And why is that? Sure, Donny Boy takes credit for creating Chill, but that actually makes it more likely it was someone else's idea, and if it has grown to be a prestigious destination for high profile individuals that is despite his efforts. The success of Chill and its growth can be attributed quite clearly to one person, and that's the Double S to the G to the L.

The lights go out in the arena.

The jumbo tron flares to life.

The voice which would make a choir of angels weep from a mixture of awe and jealousy fills the air.



The jumbo tron goes dark again to leave the entire arena in darkness. Then a red spotlight flashes down on the entrance area as the heavy guitars of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play over the PA system and a body steps out onto the entrance ramp. Kenzi Grey, the sexiest valet in the history of all sporting events and WrestleStock Open Cup winner, is wearing a "Team Kickass" t-shirt and stands in the spotlight for a moment, but then moves out of the way and gestures for a hooded figure to step forward. Sarah throws back her hood to show the white face and red eyes of the Blood Princess.

Kenzi motions to Thompson that her wife already has a microphone in her hand, and will be doing her own introductions from the stage tonight.

And his opponent, she is The Blood Princess, She is the Firestarter, the Matron of Pigeons, the Marketing GENIUS, but most importantly, she is the final, and most glamorous, nail in the coffin for Donovan…she is of course...SARAH LACKLAN!!!

Kenzi then turns to go backstage, as she does she shoots a dirty look towards the back of Sarah’s head, a look which is returned seconds later as she goes through the curtain.

Reese: One cannot deny that Sarah Selena Grey-Lacklan has been instrumental in using her own unique brand of marketing and exposure to bring ever more eyes to Chill. It is undoubtedly fitting that she should be the opponent for such a high profile debut for the brand. She has earned this opportunity to be part of the twilight of a legends career.

Hanson: I think we can safely say Hastings’ career was over the minute he stepped in the ring at Horizons, and his legendary status gets put at risk every time he makes such poor decisions. Tonight is another of those. He is about to be exposed as a relic of an era that is fading into the distant past.

Chaos: I hope Lacklan doesn't share your dumbassed opinion, else this match is gonna be fuckin’ short.

Reese: I have to concur with Chaos, ‘Lord’ Donovan Hastings is arguably one of this industries greatest ever performers, even with only one match in the past year it is not wise to underestimate him. Not to mention his opponent fought 3 times in one night just a week ago, no one would be at 100% after such exploits.

Hanson: This is her domain, Reesey, don’t you get it? Ring rust isn’t even a consideration. The Chill ecosystem is very different from anything Donovan has ever experienced before.

Chaos: The fuck you talkin’ about? What's this ecosystem shit? It’s a ring in an arena, ain’t no difference to what he's used to.

Hanson: I wouldn’t expect a man of your...ummm...limited culture to understand the subtle differences a brands atmosphere can cause and the challenges it can pose for the unacquainted.

Chaos: Sure, what the fuck would I know? Not like I spent the better part of an entire year fuckin’ moonlighting in OWF or anything.

Hanson: I am sure it paid for a wonderful hot tub to add to your magnificent trailer of a home, but you getting drunk then hit over the head and concussed in a different company doesn't compare to having to face off against the very epitome of a brand on her home turf.

Chaos: We're in South Carolina! Sarah is from Lacklanland, which I believe is somewhere over the rainbow or some shit, I don't know I wasn't paying attention.

Hanson: It's in Maine, just outside Bangor, off the Penobscot River, you heathen!

Chaos: I say tomato, you suck a cock.

Hanson: It makes a difference, this is a Chill show, these are Chill fans!

Chaos: We tour with the main roster, fucknuts. I could see how you would miss that given they avoid you like the drizzling shits, but the crowd is no different from any he has faced before.

Hanson: You don’t think the Matron of Pigeons can amass the Fang Gang anywhere on this globe?

Chaos: At what point did you get the impression that this wasn't an adults only show?

Hanson: Oh…

Reese: Mercifully Sar has finally made it into the ring, and we might be able to see what the two are capable of, rather than merely speculate...no...wait...both are refusing to derobe, and are demanding Craig White judges who has the better cloak!

Hanson: Well clearly Sar has the better wardrobe, Donovan’s cloak was once jizzed on by Dylan James.

Chaos: This is the kind of insight we keep him around for? And people wonder why I drink on the air.

Hanson: You’re an alcoholic, no one is “wondering” about that.

Reese: Referee Craig White is refusing to partake in the impromptu cloak-off, so Lacklan has declared herself the winner by technicality because Donovan’s looks like it was picked up on hire from a costume shop and never returned. Hasting responds by asking how else you’re meant to procure a cloak in this day and age? To which she responds that hers was hand woven almost a decade ago by Lacklanlands finest artisans. Donovan translates this to mean her Grandma knitted it and now declares himself the winner because his cloak could pass consumer health and safety tests. At which point Craig White insists on the competitors both removing their cloaks on the threat of turning off the cameras and sending everyone home.

Hanson: I’m not sure he has that power.

Chaos: Who cares? It worked, it’s been too long since someone got hit. Didn’t sign up to commentate on no fuckin’ fashion show, the fuck I look like? Jean Paul shittin’ Gaultier?

Reese: Very quietly Zane Scott has come out to the stage, looks like he intends to watch this match from there.

Chaos: Not surprising, he's got beef with both of them going back to Outlast.

Reese: Just as Lacklan looks to have relinquished her robe she reaches back out for it, and retrieves her phone, and it looks like she is about to Vlog…

Hanson: Is she!

Chaos: Put it away Daniel, no-one wants to see it.

Hanson: You're allowed beer but I can’t check my cell?

Chaos: Yeah, that’s what I was talkin’ about.

"Oh! And ANOTHER thing! I am SO HAPPY to be out here tonight so that Donovan's little girls at home can have a REAL hero to see in the ring! I know that they are already life-long Fang Gang members, obvs, but it’s a TOTES different experience for them to see me whip their daddy's ass!"

DING!

Reese: Unsurprisingly mentioning Donovan's children is like a red rag to a bull and his light-hearted demeanor instantly changes as he charges at his foe. But just like a matador SSGL is ready for the charge and gracefully sidesteps him, using his own momentum to throw him face first into a turnbuckle, and when he staggers out if the corner she grabs his head pulling it down into her rising knee.

Hanson: See, this is what I was talking about, this is HER yard, and she's gonna make Donny Boy her biatch.

Reese: There is no denying she was a step ahead there, but i still question the wisdom of making this match that personal, put Donovan's kids in the equation and he is a whole different animal. As he displays by getting straight back up from the knee strike, and going for Lacklan again. Once more she dodges, uses his momentum to send him into the ropes hitting him with a Pele Kick on the return.

Hanson: It doesn't matter how fired up he gets about his kids, he is out of shape, he is struggling to get to his knees after that and Lacklan is just standing at the other side of the ring watching...hell she's even got time to get her phone and update her vlog…

"Know what the best part about shoving my foot down Donovan's throat is? Can't hear any of his 'promos' any more! And, tee bee aitch, he makes MORE sense with my foot in his mouth than he normally does!"

Reese: Hastings has finally got to one knee, Sar smiles and puts he phone to the side, leans against the ropes, looks up towards the sky momentarily, and then launches herself…

*Poof*

Covert Jay: SHIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNG WWWWWWIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAARRRRRRDDDDDD!!!!

*Poof*

Hanson: What the hell?

Reese: *Shrug* Jay delivers the line well.

Hanson: But...how?

Chaos: Ninja.

Reese: Lacklan now has Hastings in an arm bar and is wrenching it with precision, she finally relinquishes and stamps on his arms a few more times before heading back ti her phone.

"Oh! Oh! And! AND! I am SO PISSED an my BEAUTIFUL WIFE right now-"

She looks around with anger as the crowd stays silent.

"I SAID THAT I'M SO PISSED AT KENZI RIGHT NOW!”

Crowd: How pissed are you?!

"I am SO PISSED that I am going to apply the Pigeonwing on Hastings until he screams out 'Sarah is better than Kenzi' three times!"

At this point anyone watching a live stream of the vlog would see the feed act unusually and become blurry as if moving at high speed, when it refocuses Sar's hair seems to be trying to escape to the sky, and we briefly glimpse the upside down head of Donovan before the blurryness returns.

When the image clears up again we can see Donovan looking into the camera.

”I think we’ve all had enough of that!

Hanson: You don’t just throw another persons phone around like that!

Chaos: DESTINY'S CALL

Reese: Donovan covers after hitting his trademarked brainbuster.




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2…




3!!!

Thompson: Here is your winner...DONOVAN HASTINGS!!!

Reese: Donovan taking a leaf out if an old friends book and lulling his opponent into a false sense of security, Lacklan got distracted and paid the price. The look on her face as she gets to her feet says it all, she is shocked, but then a look of pure horror crosses her face and her head and eyes dart around for her precious phone.

Chaos: Probably shouldn't have mentioned the man’s kids.

Reese: It has been a great start to the year for Chill, we hope you will join us next time, who knows what surprises we have in store.

Hanson: Zane headed backstage, if all he was going to do was watch, should have paid for a ticket.

*Poof*

Covert Jay: Huttah!

*Poof*

Hanson: Seriously! how in the actual fuck?


Donovan Hastings - 7.54

Sarah Lacklan - 7.31

[Lord Hastings]

Credits

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Hide vs Kenzi
Chad

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[The Circle Television Network]

Let me say this, I'm sorry for my lack of "feeds' lately. I have found myself very busy the last few weeks with work and other side projects, but I did want to at least "feed" the show.

I had thought that this episode was going to be cancelled since everyone was coming off a big show and I was okay with that. When the show was back on and I got the same stip I had for Chill #1 I was more than a bit bummed out, which was the motivation for my rp because I thought the show was being phoned in. In this, I was certainly wrong.

I very much appreciate the effort that was put in to make this show good (not because of the outcomes) but because of the obvious time and attention put into the writing. For me, I have always been a fan of summaries for shows because a lot of times matches are just recycled from old matches...which is fine, I have done that, but I usually take the time to work in the new characters and get the moves and tactics right. In short, I really appreciated the depth of these matches and I enjoyed the banter before, during, and after the matches...mainly for that same reason. The writers pay attention to the stories and further them...especially with Raab and his streak.

There was ONE little glitch in the matrix with Reese welcoming everyone to the second edition of Chill. The only thing that would have made that better is if he had welcomed everyone to the first edition, then Kenzi's little Groundhog Day experience would have been complete! LOL