We pick up the action already in progress. Cameras follow a stretch Lincoln Towncar as it pulls into the WrestleZone backstage lot. It travels at a slow speed and comes to a stop.
The driver exits the vehicle and hustles to the door to release his very important cargo, champions. He swings the door open and a foot steps out onto the pavement.
Marshall Owens emerges from the vehicle looking as sleazy as ever, holding the UTA Tag Team title, La Flama Blanca's UTA Tag Team title. He fixes his tie and smiles at the title. He takes a few steps forward before turning around to watch UTA World Champion Sean Jackson step foot on UTA soil.
He adjusts his Italian made suit and then looks at the title in his hand and takes a look back towards the car. Sean Jackson smiles at Marshall Owens, looking way too happy. He nods at Marshall before stopping and turn around to face the last person to exit the Lincoln... One half of the UTA Tag Team Champions and your new UTA Legacy Champion, La Flama Blanca.
The Luchador stands outside the vehicle, and gets a standing ovation from Jackson and Owens. The UTA Legacy Title proudly on display in his arms. He too is dressed for the occasion. It's a special night.
The Luchador pats both men on the shoulder, and they start walking towards the stage.
La Flama Blanca: Let's start this show off right.
Blanca buttons the top bottom on his suit jacket as the group pass your screen. The cameras continue to film as the three men leave the picture but microphones pick up the laughs of all of them.
The feed gets cut.
As the stream fades up from black, the Monday Night Victory logo comes across the screen. The funky beat of Living in America by James Brown begins. The logo pulses until we get to the first chorus. As it fades out we get a shot of screaming fans. We pan across, getting a good luck at the new Victory ring aprons and stage.
As we come along the other side of the fans, the camera pans down to an upward angle. Suddenly a series of red, white, and blue pyrotechnics begin to explode on the stage. The theme music continues to play as the camera changes angles.
We get shots of the fans singing along to the sounds of the Godfather of Soul. From the ring posts, red, then blue sparklers begin to crackle up from tops. The music soon stops.
Short Change Hero by the Heavy begins to play. As the opening riffs begin Marshall Owens out onto the stage to be serenaded with boos from the Florida UTA faithful. He stops after walking a few yards.
UTA World Champion Sean Jackson and NEW UTA Legacy Champion La Flama Blanca, walk out on the stage ramp walking in tandem down stopping by Owens.
Williams: Welcome everyone! Jennifer Williams and Dick Fury here with you live. The show kicking off immediately. Thank you for joining us!
Fury: Now this is how we need to start every show. Dynasty looking good here in the WrestleZone!
The members of Dynasty don't even bother with the fans along the entrance ramp. A few looks into the sea of ungrateful mouth breathers but they focus on the ring.
Williams: Victory being kicked off here with Dynasty coming to the ring. The current UTA World Champion and the NEW Legacy Champion, La Flama Blanca.
Cameras cut to our announce team.
Fury: It was a great match between Will Haynes and LFB. Blanca just wanted it more.
Cameras switch to catch Owens walking up the ring steps and stepping into the ring. Jackson and La Flama Blanca are slow moving behind him.
Williams: It's been a long time since we've seen Dynasty together in any way here since the Sean Jackson and La Flama Blanca no go on Wrestleshow a few weeks ago.
Fury: A lot has gone on in that camp. Perfection being suspended and ultimately fired, the Main Event as it is right now... with La Flama Blanca facing the current and Dick stresses current, UTA World Champion Sean Jackson.
La Flama Blanca holds his UTA Legacy title high in the air as Sean Jackson walks up the ring stairs and enters in through the top and second rope.
Fury: Let's not forget the UTA World Champ, Jennifer.
Williams: You can't forget about Sean Jackson. He to is coming of a big one at Wrestleshow where he defeated Abdul bin Hussain.
La Flama Blanca gets focused and makes his way up the steel steps and into the ring to join his group.
Williams: Dynasty has been losing as much as they've been winning.
Fury: They are still a force. You know those men have something cooking.
Williams: You're probably right. Marshall Owens calling for a microphone.
Owens still holding La Flama Blanca's tag team title walks back towards Dynasty in the center of the ring. The boos echo inside the WrestleZone.
Owens: My name... is Marshall Owens.
Owens smirks holding the microphone to his mouth. Blanca and Jackson look out into the crowd, both adjusting their championship titles.
Owens: I am the lawyer to the stars. I represent Dynasty, these two men standing just behind me. I represent Dynasty, two men that own most of the gold in the UTA.
Fans boos grow louder and louder. Both members of Dynasty nod in agreement with their attorney.
Owens: Tonight, I speak briefly for Sean Jackson. Sean has a bit of a sore throat and sadly, has lost his voice.
Jackson holds his throat in pain. The fans begin to cheer. Sean Jackson doesn't find it funny. He goes to lift his arm up but is stopped by The Luchador.
Owens: Sean Jackson will speak about his opponent for Wrestleshow, Mikey Unlikely... On Wrestleshow.
The fans pop for Unlikely, the WTFC member as well as crowd favorite.
Fans: Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!
Sean Jackson closes his eyes and rubs his eyebrows in frustration.
Owens: Orlando... be lucky that Sean can't speak. I'm sure the champ would love to tear you apart.
Jackson mouths "I do" to the crowd and then he holds his throat to give it relief. Owens takes a look around the sold out WrestleZone in the Universal Studios lot in beautiful Orlando, Florida.
Owens: Now... it is my honor to introduce to you... the man who walked into a steel cage and walked out a champion. It is my honor to introduce to you... the man who is going to defend his title next Monday night on Wrestleshow. It is my honor to introduce to you...
Williams: Get on with it...
Owens: Your NEW Legacy Champion... LA FLAMA BLANCA!
Owens moves his arm to present La Flama Blanca to the world and something begins to fall from the ceiling.
Williams: Confetti... balloons... really?
White, gold and black pieces of confetti fall onto the sold out crowd and fall on the champion, who all this is for. The white, black and gold balloons fill up the ring. He says something to Jackson and Owens.
La Flama Blanca: You guys!
The Luchador gives both Owens and Jackson hugs as the fans boo this atrocity in the ring.
Williams: What are you doing, Dick?
Fury: Dick is trying to hit the balloons.
Fans in the WrestleZone do the same, hitting the balloons back into the air. Blanca puts his head down and appears to be emotional. The confetti and balloons falling from the rafters come to an end.
Fury: LFB deserved this celebration. He's a great man, and a great champion!
Williams: When did you become such a big fan of The Luchador?
Fury: The second he won the Legacy title.
Blanca is handed the microphone by Owens and patted on the back. Blanca looks out into the crowd of angry people, who just hate his guts. He clears his throat audibly into the microphone.
LFB: Your... Legacy Champion is speaking...
The Cruiserweight laughs it off. He holds his title in his left arm, close to his chest. The fans in the WrestleZone give him a thumbs down.
LFB: You will all give me the proper respect that I deserve!
The fans continue to roar and scream at the man in the center of the ring, holding the microphone.
LFB: I'd like to thank Sean and Marshall and all of you for being here to witness greatness!
The fans fill the arena with boos.
LFB: Thanks to Sean and Marshall for the party. I am very grateful to be around these two. Hey shut your mouths!
Cameras film the irritated and hostile UTA crowd.
LFB: Now... This is the point of the show where you all just shut your mouths and listen to what the champ has to say...
Williams: The fans here in the WrestleZone are letting the newly crowned Legacy Champion have it.
Fury: He doesn't look phased by it.
Williams: He's wearing a mask.
LFB: It seems to be a common theme around the UTA, a constant that Dynasty gets screwed, left and right. Perfection, fired, wished the best in all his future endeavors.
The fans in the WrestleZone go nuts and begin to sing.
Fans: Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Hey-hey-hey Goodbye!
Fury: Always hated that song.
The fans continue to echo out in the arena.
Williams: They can probably here that out in Disney World!
The Luchador has had enough.
LFB: But onto more important business... In about six weeks time, I will be fighting for the UTA World Title at Black Horizon. A fact that pisses off the whole UTA locker room. But hey, do something about it.
LFB: Boo me all you want. I said a long time ago, all this... the boos, the hate mail, the negativity on the web... It drives me. While all you turds have been trolling on the innernet, I've just been taking care of my business and business is booming.
Blanca takes a second and looks at his championship belt.
LFB: This title is in a good home. The past... holder, seemed upset that he lost it, which is fair. But... throwing dirt at the title. This is a classless move. This is the UTA, where every title is important.
Blanca points back at Owens holding the UTA Tag Team title.
LFB: That Tag Team title means as much to me as the Legacy does. I will defend both until I don't have anymore fight left in me.
Blanca stops and gets a round of applause from Jackson and Owens. The Luchador and takes a few steps and looks out into the crowd.
Williams: La Flama Blanca will be busy in the coming future with many title matches on his plate.
Fury: Someone really wants to punish this guy.
LFB gets back into it.
LFB: James WIngate... this little game you're playing with La Flama Blanca, I don't like it. Even though I don't like it, I'll play along. Just know, I'll beat you at your own game. Now onto my first title defense against Chris Hopper.
The fans cheer one of their favorites.
LFB: You dumb bastards. Chris Hopper, you praise? This snake who somehow hides in plain sight. Give me a break. He doesn't care about you... He's too lost in himself but news flash, Chris... you fizzled out.
Williams: Some strong words from The Luchador.
The fans boo the comments by La Flama Blanca.
Fury: Chris Hopper is like the turkey from Christmas Vacation, all dried up. Dick was going to go with another anecdote but was advised by UTA Authority to not say on air and keep to myself.
Williams: Thank god.
The Luchador goes to say something and is cut off by the opening to "TNT" by AC/DC. The fans get on their feet as Chris Hopper walks out onto the Victory entrance ramp, wearing blue jeans and a vintage "Master of the Icebreaker" T-Shirt. He raises the mic to speak.
Hopper: Easy there, Seabiscuit.
Blanca and the rest of Dynasty seem beside themselves. The fans cheer on Hopper.
LFB: I don’t remember you being invited to the party... So you can turn right back around and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of!
The fans boo Blanca. Chris Hopper chuckles on the stage as the Big Screen behind him catches the men in the ring.
Hopper: Sorry I crashed the “party” but this whole thing is making me and everyone here in the WrestleZone sick!
Fans erupt again, but quickly quiet down as Chris raises his hand to shush them.
Hopper: Listen, I hear you chin-wagging out here and claiming that you think you know everything there is to know about me. How I'm washed up...
On the big screen behind Chris, we see La Flama Blanca nodding his head after each remark.
Hopper: ...how I can't hack it...
Another La Flama Blanca nod in agreement. He puts the microphone to his mouth.
LFB: You can’t, but continue…
Hopper pauses and shakes his head in defiance.
Hopper: ...and how I fizzled out.
Another LFB nod and Blanca looks like he is going to speak, but Hopper cuts him off.
Hopper: Do us all a favor and SHUT THE HELL UP!
The crowd cheers as Blanca acts unhappy with the sentiment of Hopper's words. Blanca rushes to the ring ropes but is held back by the UTA World Champion.
Hopper: You come out here and insult my fans. You step out here and insult my love of the fans. That is bad enough in itself. You may have forgotten what it was like to even HAVE fans out there, so perhaps it is understandable. But what angers me most…
LFB: You came on the scene hot and people lost interest in you. You cry about not getting the treatment you deserve. This isn't Two Thousand anymore, Chris. We just don't care anymore
Blanca doesn't pause for long and talks over the crowds negativity.
LFB: You don’t care about the fans. You are no different than the rest of us, narcissistic, egotistical, and overly confident. It’s about business and your stock… is dropping. So come out here, get the Universe to remember you exist.
The fans in the arena don’t agree with The Cruiserweight’s comments. Hopper pauses a second and then looks back up at Blanca from the entrance stage.
Hopper: I do care, and that is what separates me from a piece of trash like you! And what really pisses me off is when you come out here and insult my integrity by calling me a snake that hides in plain site.
He pauses and the anticipation begins building in the arena.
Hopper: I have heard it all...how can he claim to be a lover of women when he tries to hold them down? How can he claim to be a fan favorite when he acts like such an arrogant dick? Why should anyone believe in him because all he wants is the glory of a title.
The glare on his face is almost steel in its intensity..
Hopper: And that is what YOU want to believe about me, but it isn't the real truth. So let me give you some proper information.
He points toward the Legacy Champion standing in the ring
Hopper: The only snake in this ring is wearing a mask.
The fans cheer. Blanca flicks his wrist at Hopper. Not amused by his comments.
Hopper: To act like a friend to many and then turn his back and join a group that is so hellbent on destruction that it actually leads its own members to be destroyed. You are the snake, Blanca. And it's time someone cut your head off and taught you the lesson you so richly deserve…
The fans erupt again. Blanca begins conversing with Owens and Jackson.
Hopper: And at Wrestleshow, that lesson will be taught and you will have to watch me cement the title that is rightfully mine…..the Legacy Title…..when I take you down a notch or two. I’ll see you there, champ.
Hopper’s music starts back up as he pretends to put a title around his waist. La Flama Blanca appears to be losing it inside the ring. Owens and Jackson try their best to calm him down.
Williams: Chris Hopper, doing his best to jab at the champion.
Fury: Chris Hopper is a bonafide “Party Pooper”. Hopper was probably the one kid at the party who would pop the balloons and smear the cake.
Cameras cut to a two shot with WIlliams and Fury behind the play-by-play desk. The fans behind them go crazy, waving and showing cameras their signs.
Williams: Thank you for tuning in, folks. Action packed show this evening start us off, Dick.
Fury: Our opening match is going to be a battle of polar opposites… Lew Smith takes on David Hightower.
Williams: You have to wonder, Dick… will Old Man Hightower get involved.
Fury: He might be on Smith’s side tonight, Old Man hightower is unpredictable. After that we will see the “Eight Bit Superstar” Leyenda de Ocho square off with Pin Smith. Should be an exciting one.
Williams: Pin Smith is moving up the ranks as of late. Will his winning ways continue? Stay tuned. A big match in the Wildfire division, Kendrix and Koresh go head to head.
Fury: Kendrix has looked impressive since debuting in the UTA. Tonight is going to be a gimme.
Williams: After that a grudge match of sorts, when Bobby Dean takes on Apollo Cain.
Fury: These men had a run in a week ago. Dick doesn’t want to imagine Bobby Dean in a bra. Apollo must be lonely.
Williams: Due to the recent firing of Perfection by James Wingate, the boss changed the next match. Now Lamond Alexander Robertson takes on Alex Beckman.
Fury: Beckman isn’t going to be fighting a midget this time. She’s in for a world of hurt when the Scott gets her in the ring.
Williams: Will Robertson actually fight her? That match is later and in our Main Event…
The graphic changes to the combatants in the tag team match.
Williams: Two Bad Ass For A Name, Zhalia Fears and The Second Coming take on Stephen Greer and Tyrone Walker, Team Danger.
Fury: If Team Danger wants to be noticed and taken seriously, winning this match will do it.
Williams: You have a point. The Second Coming is one half of the UTA Tag Team Champions. Now with that being said, will La Flama Blanca have a role to play in this match?
Fury: He very well could. Team Danger are a potential threat for the Tag Team titles, anything is possible.
Williams: Let’s get this show moving… THIS IS… VICTORY!!!!
The scene opens to a typical brown door. You know the type, you’ve seen one you’ve seen a million of them. Knocking can be heard but nobody is present. The camera slowly pans to the ground, where we see one of the newest members of the UTA, in all it’s glory. The Roomba, “Bobby Clean.”
However, Bobby is carrying something that smells absolutely delicious! Go ahead, scratch your monitors and take a whiff, smell that wonderful smell. Resting atop the sweeping device, is a large baking pan full of what appears to be brownies. The tasty treat with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles is accompanied by a white card sticking out of one end.
The card is not one of the many you see that are in every supermarket nationwide. A half naked man wearing only a ‘banana hammock’ stands. He is very well built, and holding a cake in one hand. I wonder who picked this card out...
The roomba continuously backs up and runs into the door. Making the knocking sound. Finally the door opens swiftly and a UTA Referee sticks his head out. He takes a look in both directions before closing the door again.
Bobby Clean knocks again once the door is closed. This time the referee is ready. He opens it, when the reflection of the tin catches his eye. He looks to the ground and see’s our friend. He reaches down and plucks out the card.
“Courtesy of Us, cause we’re awesome!
Referee #1: Awesome. Brownies!
The referee grabs a brownie and immediately begins to scarf it down.
Referee #1: Mmmmmmm!
He calls out to the rest of the crew behind him, with brownie crumbs and bits flying out of his open mouth.
Referee #1: Guys, check it out! These are the best brownies ever!
A couple more of the referees come to the door to see what the commotion was about.
Referee #2: Wow! This is a first!
Referee #3: Catering stepping up!
Referee #1: No man, the card says from DYNASTY!
Referee #3: But, I thought those guys were supposed to be a bunch of a-holes?
Referee #2: I’m lactose intolerant, but these look too tasty to pass up!
Referee #4: I’ll take one! I’m on my way to the ring!
The referees dive into the tasty treat, ripping them to shreds, as Bobby Clean, backs up, and wheels off. The camera follows his path until it hits a pair of large boots. The camera goes up to reveal Bobby Dean. Dean picks up the robot and pets it lovingly.
Bobby Dean: Good boy, Bobby!
Mikey Unlikely is standing behind Bobby Dean, laughing hysterically. He is rubbing his hands together ominously. Almost as if… some plan… that has been building for weeks… is finally coming together… Some would call it, a MASTER Plan!
Pyro follows the quick heavy bursts of notes during the intro of If You Want Peace, Prepare for War by Childern of Boom.. Lights flicker along with the addition of fast guitar. Both pyro and lighting hit the last five notes before exploding with one final explosion of epic colors that fly across the runway and outward to the ring as the music progresses heavily on the word "GO!".
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The house lights gently rise as a figure quickly paces towards the ring, pointing out to the crowd both ways before turning a light jog into a sprint.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Brimley, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds, Lew Smith!
The Ominous cloaked figure dives through the bottom of the ropes and slides to the center to stand still during the verse, looking around scouting his fans, his critics, he removes the hood and unties the rope connecting the cape-like robe and chucks it out the ring.
Williams: Here comes a man on a mission, looking to start a streak of wins here in his UTA career.
Clicking his neck, shoulders and fingers, he assumes a stance, ready to fight.
Williams: Lew Smith has all the right tools for what it takes to succeed in this business. All he needs is the opportunity to show it.
Fury: Dick remembers. Dick had his fair share of battles with the Pompous Angel.
Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams Jr. begins to play and David Hightower walks out carrying a six bottle pack of beer and his rusted chain with a tow truck hook attached to it. Whiskey comes out trotting beside him.
Williams: David Hightower looking to pick up a win here tonight.
David walks down the ramp with Whiskey running ahead of him wagging his tail letting out a few playful barks.
Announcer: Hailing from West Memphis Arkansas
David walks over to one of the corner and sets his beer and chain with the tow truck hook under the bottom turnbuckle. David kneels down beside Whiskey and says a few words to him before he pets the dog on the head and slides into the ring.
Announcer: Standing at six feet and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds...
David storms around the ring before he slams his own head into one of the turnbuckles getting himself hyped as Whiskey runs around the outside of the ring letting out a few barks.
Announcer: He is "The Toughest Dog In The Yard" David Hightower!
David punches himself in the face a few times before he raises his fist in the air.
Williams: He looks ready.
David cracks his knuckles and nods his head ready for a fight.
Williams: This should be an interesting match up.
Fury: It sure should.
As the bell sounds to begin the match, both men start to circle.
Williams: Here we go as they circle. Going in for a quick tie up.
David begins to push Lew back instantly, sending him down to one knee.
Williams: David Hightower using his strength to over power Lew Smith.
Fury: Hightower is a brute. He is the toughest dog in the yard, while Lew Smith is like the annoying little Chihuahua your neighbor has.
Lew struggles, trying to push up as David continues to hold him down to one knee. Smith begins to raise a bit, but Hightower is able to keep his grip and continue to force him down.
Williams: David Hightower keeping Lew Smith stationary early here in this match.
Lew grits his teeth and pushes up. His arms shake as he tries to fight back. Smith begins to slightly begin to get back up, with Hightower trying to keep him down.
Williams: This is a test of strength for the former VCW Champion here tonight.
Fury: A test he obviously didn't study for.
Lew is able to push up enough his knees are off of the canvas. He quickly drops to his back while throwing his feet up into the stomach of David Hightower. As his back hits, Lew pulls David's arms down with him, and pushes his legs over. David Hightower flips forward over Smith, who lets go as Hightower hits the canvas, sliding across it back first. The fans scream with excitement.
Williams: Lew Smith able to send David Hightower over.
Fury: Just a momentary pause in the beating that Hightower is gonna give him.
Lew quickly rolls over and leans down, watching David sit up.
Williams: Lew Smith waiting to strike.
David reaches forward as he starts to get to his feet, using the ropes to help himself up.
Williams: Hightower now getting back to his feet, unaware Lew Smith is behind him, waiting.
Fury: Dick wishes he could say Hightower is smart enough not to fall for this, but as much as Dick likes David, David is kinda dumb.
David stands fully up. Whiskey barks at him from outside eof the ring as he turns. Lew Smith takes off, charging Hightower.
Williams: Smith charges Hightower. David sees him.. Catches Lew Smith... Smith goes up and over the ropes!
Lew is caught by David Hightower and sent over the top rope, however, he is able to catch the top rope and land on the edge of the apron. David Hightower stumbles forward pointing to his head as if to say how smart he is.
Williams: Hightower thinks Smith hit the floor, unknowing that Lew caught himself.
Fury: Oh come on David. Turn around.
Whiskey continues to bark, leaping up and nipping at Lew Smith's ankle. Smith, continuing to hold onto the rope, kicks toward Whiskey, yelling at him to get away.
Williams: Whiskey attacking Lew Smith.
Fury: Protecting David from Smith!
Preoccupied with Whiskey, Lew doesn't see Hightower turn.
Williams: David Hightower takes off... Smith looks up.. too late as Hightower hits him with a big boot to the face!
David Hightower's boot catches Lew Smith, sending him flying off of the apron and down, crashing into the nearby barricade. Whiskey runs over and bites his ankle, growling as he pulls at it with his teeth. Lew Smith begins to shriek, trying to swat Whiskey away.
Williams: Whiskey continuing to attack Lew Smith on the outside of the ring!
David steps over the top rope and leaps down to the floor. He whistles, calling Whiskey off who lets go of Lew Smith and runs back and around David, sitting down behind him.
Williams: David Hightower takes off... running boot to the face of Lew Smith again.
As Hightower's foot crashes into Lew's face, Lew moves from a sitting position to leaning over and collapsing to the floor.
Williams: David Hightower catches Smith again with that big boot.
Fury: Lew Smith is in Hightower's yard now, and he's gonna pay the price.
David stomps over, bending down to grab Lew by the hair as he violently pulls him to his feet.
Williams: David Hightower pulling Smith to his feet.
He bends down, grabbing Lew and lifting him up and over his shoulder in one swift move.
Williams: David Hightower now with Lew Smith on his shoulder. He looks to be aiming for the turnbuckle.
Fury: He's going to introduce Lew to his ol' pal the corner post!
David yells before running toward the post. However, at the last moment, Smith slides down behind him and pushes David hard, sending him hard, shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Hightower's body flops around and he falls to the ground holding his shoulder.
Williams: Hightower is down. Smith looking to take advantage now.
Lew runs back a few steps before turning and taking off. He leaps up to the apron and launches off with an elbow, coming down to the head of David Hightower. The fans cheer as Lew continues into a row and gets to his feet.
Williams: Smith with an elbow from the apron, catching David in the forehead. If he can get Hightower into the ring, Lew Smith may have this one sealed!
Lew quickly grabs David Hightower, and begins to pull him to his feet as the referee continues his count inside of the ring.
Williams: Lew Smith rolling David Hightower into the ring under the bottom rope.
Fury: Wasting time. Lew should have left Hightower outside of the ring and let him get counted out. All he is doing now, is letting David Hightower have a chance to rest.
Williams: Lew Smith now rolling back into the ring himself as this match continues.
David Hightower rolls over and begins to push up as Lew Smith begins to get to his feet.
Williams: Both men up. David Hightower comes forward with that big boot again...
Hightower misses Smith completely.
Williams: He misses. David turns. Charges Lew smith... Smith catches him with an arm drag.
Both men quickly roll over and up. David rushes Lew again.
Williams: Another arm drag sends Hightower to the canvas.
Hightower rolls over and up again as does Lew Smith. Lew comes forward, meeting David with a series of rights and lefts, pushing him backward and into the corner.
Williams: Smith taking it to Hightower, continuing his assault.
Fury: Lew Smith has been lucky tonight. That's all. It's not over yet.
Hightower grabs Lew, spinning around and tossing him into the corner.
Williams: David Hightower now returning the favor. No where to go for Lew Smith.
Fury: This is a place you don't want to be. In the corner of David Hightower's ring.
David brings one more hard right into the side of Lew's head before stomping a few feet back. He turns and begins to run toward Smith.
Williams: David Hightower running... He leaps up..
Lew throws a foot up high, catching David in the face.
Williams: LEW SMITH CATCHES HIM!
David grabs his jaw and begins to stumble around. The fans cheer for Lew Smith as he begins to climb backward up the turnbuckle. David shakes his head and turns as Smith leaps.
Williams: Lew Smith off the top of the turnbuckle with both feet out!
He catches David in the face. As Hightower goes down, Smith quickly leaps forward, grabbing his legs and pushing forward, using his shoulders into David's legs to pin him down.
Williams: Double leg drop kick from the top rope, Lew Smith not with the pin. David Hightower struggling... the referee counts...
The referee's hand hits the canvas for a third time and the bell starts to sound right as David Hightower is able to kick his legs with enough force to send Lew Smith off of him.
Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... LEW... SMIIITTTHHH!!!!!
Williams: Lew Smith continues to have an amazing year as he now has a pin fall victory of David Hightower and that in itself is no easy feat!
Fury: Dick don't like Lew at all, but he's gotta give it to him. He got one over ol' Hightower here tonight.
Lew Smith celebrates int he ring, his arms raises as David Hightower gets up, anger filling his face. Lew celebrates, turning around. Hightower takes off, throwing his boot up and catching Lew Smith.
Williams: Oh come on David! This match is over already!
As Lew hits the canvas, David mounts him, and begins to send lefts and rights into the side of Lew Smith's head.
Williams: David Hightower now attacking Lew Smith like a rabid dog. This is uncalled for.
Fury: Yea, but it sure is entertaining!
Williams: If you find this entertaining, you are sick!
The referee tries to pull David Hightower off of Lew, but David just pushes him back before going back to beating Lew Smith who tries to cover up.
Williams: I can't watch this.
Suddenly,t he fans get on their feet and the camera pans back. We see Pin Smith bursting through the curtain and down the ramp.
Williams: It's 'King' Pin Smith! Pin Smith is here!
He slides into the ring and quickly leaps forward, catching David with a forearm shot, causing him to fall off the side of Lew. Pin continues to aggressively attack, bringing his boot down onto David, who tries to roll out of the way.
Williams: Pin Smith coming to the aide of Lew Smith here tonight on Victory.
David quickly drops to the canvas and rolls out fo the ring, escaping Pin Smith who yells at him as he follows Hightower, watching him walk around the ring, yelling.
Williams: Lew Smith with a huge win here tonight being saved by Pin Smith, no relation, from the grasp of David Hightower.
Pin leans over the ropes, pointing and yelling for David to get out of there before heading over and checking on Lew as we head from ring side.
Voice: So maaattteee...basically, he taps me on the shoulder and holds his hand out at me, waiting for a tip!!
The bolshy tones of Kendrix echo outside the backstage locker room as we see him wearing his ring attire as well as his England football jersey, talking on his phone;
Kendrix: I know bruv, I know, the cheek of it, honestly! I had a right mind to take his hand and shove it up his own back side. I mean, why should you get a tip for carrying someone’s suitcase up 12 flights of stairs just because the lifts weren’t working? Uhuh, uhuh, you’re right, I should of but you know me bruv, I’m not one to complain...what the hell…?
At that moment we see a gentleman wearing an official UTA t-shirt walk across the shot from right to left, unwittingly grabbing Kendrix’s attention in the process. Kendrix with his mouth open, not looking impressed, removes his phone from his ear and holds it down by his side. He then calls out at the gentleman;
Kendrix: OI MAAATTTEEE, OI...yeah I’m talking to you bruv, come ‘ere for a sec yeah?!
The gentleman, a good 8 inches shorter than Kendrix and around 50lbs lighter, walks into shot and looks up at Kendrix worryingly, unsure as to why he has been summoned in such an aggressive manner;
Gentleman: Hi there, everything ok...?
Kendrix holds his right palm out at the gentleman, cutting him off. He brings his phone back up to his ear with the other hand, eyes still locked on the gentleman, sizing him up;
Kendrix: Bruv, I’ll call you back yeah…
He hangs up the call, turning his full attention onto the gentleman as he folds his arms on his chest;
Kendrix: What’s your name bruv
Gentleman: uh, Chad sir, I work in catering...is something wrong?
Kendrix quickly rolls his eyes upon hearing Chad’s name before pointing to his own eyes, moving his hand from side to side;
Kendrix: And tell me...Chaddie...what’s that you’ve got on around your eyes? Is that makeup or something?
He makes reference to the dark eye liner that Chad has applied subtly to his eye lids. Chad nervously turns his head to his left and then to his right, briefly looking at the camera, smiling sheepishly before looking back at Kendrix who does not look amused;
Chad: Uh...yes sir, it’s eyeliner sir;
Kendrix portraying the look of a man who doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, squints his eyes, still fixed on Chad. He slicks his hair back with his right arm, slightly turning his head before refacing Chad and pointing at him;
Kendrix: Wait a minute...let me get this straight...you, a grown man, wearing eyeliner?
Chad: Yes sir.
Chad: Uh, I don’t know, I guess, it’s personal preference really, makes me stand out, makes me…me I guess?
Kendrix arches back, letting out a dismissive chuckle at Chad’s expense;
Kendrix: And there it is...you’re trying to “stand out” You’re trying to be different aren’t you.
Chad: Uh, yeah, I guess…
Kendrix pulls Chad closer to him as he grabs him tightly over the shoulder, pretending to be his buddy despite Chad clearly looking uncomfortable and unhappy. Kendrix smiles as he looks away from Chad, head looking skywards;
Kendrix: Ah my dear old Chad. What are we going to do with you huh? What are we going to do?
Chad still looking uncomfortable opens his mouth ready to respond before being cut off by the raised palm of Kendrix’s free hand;
Kendrix: That’s a rhetorical question bruv...that means that there’s no need for you to answer yeah?
Chad gives up and lowers his head in acceptance that he will not be getting a word in edgeways. Kendrix proceeds to reassuringly speak into Chad’s ear as if he were his bigger brother;
Kendrix: Now Chaddie...We’ve known eachother for about 2 minutes now but I’m going to give you some advice...advice that your friends either don’t have the balls or the sense to tell you...Kendrix is going to tell you the REAL reason why you wear that makeup on your face bruv.
Kendrix looks away from Chad with a smirk before looking back at him intently;
Kendrix: It’s not because it makes you “stand out” or makes you... “you”. Oh no my friend. It’s because you’re an ATTENTION SEEKER MAAATTTEEE.
He arches his neck back and opens his eyes wide at Chad as if he has just opened his eyes to the situation;
Kendrix: That’s right Chaddie...you are an attention seeker. Just like the rest of the people in Orlando and just like my opponent tonight, Emily Koresh. You dress and act the freak in a pathetic attempt to steal the spotlight and the attention of truly talented individuals like your hero...JFK, Kendrix! What do you have to say for yourself Chaddie?
Chad is in great discomfort as he feels Kendrix’s grip move from his shoulder to around his neck;
Chad: s..sorry Kendrix, sorry, ah, please...I’M SORRY!
Kendrix releases his grip and gives Chad a couple of playful smacks across the cheek before playfully pushing him away;
Kendrix: Don’t worry about it maaatttee, just don’t do it again yeah? What did you think I was going to do, beat you to a pulp or something? Hmph, no. Instead, I’ll make an example out of that freak Koresh in the ring tonight...now get out of here bruv, shoo shoo!
Chad scurries away out of shot from Kendrix who just rolls his eyes and shakes his head as the shot fades out.
Cut to a shot taken earlier in the day.
We find Team Danger, the Twin Terrorizers of Tag Team Transcendance arriving through the backstage entrance, which leads into the loading area. Strolling in, they each have a backpack slung over a shoulder and talk amongst themselves.
Walker: I want to start wild n’ out right now, bruh.
Greer: Yeah, the main event can’t get here soon enough.
Roving backstage reporter Kate Kincaid scurries toward the boys, microphone in hand.
Kincaid: Gentlemen, gentlemen, can I get a word with you?
Walker shakes her off as she gains on them, the rapid click of her heels echoing through the corridor like a baseball card stuck in the spokes of a ten year old’s bicycle.
Kincaid: Team Danger! A word?
Both continue to ignore her pleas, carrying on with their conversation as Kate catches up to them, walking alongside Greer.
Kincaid: Kate Kincaid here backstage at Victory with Team Danger who are scheduled to face off with…
Kincaid is cut off before she can get to the sell.
Walker: Girl, you fine an’ all but we just got here, we ain’t in a talkin’ mood right now.
Greer: When we’re ready, we’ll find you. Until then…
Team Danger, having arrived at the end of the loading area, walk through a secured door and slam it shut in Kate Kincaid’s face. Annoyed, Kincaid huffs to catch her breath before noticing the next arriving UTA Superstar in the distance.
As we return ring side, Pin Smith is already in the ring from coming out previously to save Lew Smith. His music still plays.
Williams: Looks like it is time for our next match and once again Leyenda De Ocho has his hands full.
Fury: He lucked out against Brian Styles, but this time he is facing a man that is on a mission in Pin Smith.
Williams: So you like Smith in this one.
Fury: Dick says he will win....but like is too strong a word. Neither of these guys is really worth rooting for, but that is just Dick's opinion.
The view changes to the ring where the UTA Announcer is in the ring and ready to roll.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is set for one fall, and a twenty minute time limit.… from Main Street, USA… by way of Sin City, Neveda…
Pin Smith raises one arm up.
Announcer: Standing at 6’6” and weighing in at 220 pounds…
He begins to crack his neck, waiting.
Announcer: “King”… Pin Smith.
The crowd pops, causing King to raise his fist to the crowd, thanking them for their unrelenting support. The music fades out as King turns his attention to the task at hand.
Fury: Thank God that is over.
Williams: You really need to lighten up, Dick.
The lights are dark as the piano melody tinkles through; once the electric guitar kicks in, flashing lights in alternating white and green pulsate through the arena with a gold spotlight on LDO, head down, hands forming the shape of a triangle at chest-height.
Williams: LDO is a man with a real reputation outside of the UTA...it's no wonder he's getting this kind of ovation!
Fury: Yeah, but he's done nothing HERE. He's bottom rung on the bottom latter on the bottom floor. Badass music does not net you victories here.
He marches to the ring, pumping up the crowd and high fiving fans like a house of fire.
Announcer: Hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS!
LDO hops over the top rope and begins bouncing from foot to foot.
Announcer: Standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 188 pounds...
LDO raises 8 fingers to the crowd.
Announcer: Leyenda de Ocho!!
Williams: No matter what he's said or done, this is a man who's got all the talent in the world - it's all a matter of when he decides to put it all together, because he can do some of the craziest things I've ever SEEN in the ring!
LDO pounds his right fist into his left palm as he stares down his opponent.
Williams: You have to figure LDO is a real threat to win any match he's in!
Fury: Dick doesn't admit to nothing.
As the two men look at each other and the referee speaks to them before the bell, the size difference is shocking.
Williams: De Ocho is like the UTA's underdog in every match it seems.
Fury: When you're the size of a Mexican jumping bean, it tends to happen. Dick knows this is one time De Ocho will get smashed.
Williams: And why do you say that?
Fury: Dick isn't about small things.
The referee motions for the bell and the two men immediately go into the stalking phase, trying to find an opening.
Williams: I would think this is tough on both men to have such a disparity in size.
DING! DING! DING!
Fury: The only men who have trouble with size are the ones who don't have it.
Williams: Must you turn everything into some sick innuendo?
Fury: Dick does what he knows best.
Finally De Ocho lunges in and locks up with the much taller Smith. Smith takes the early advance and then shoved De Ocho to the canvas with authority.
Williams: De Ocho biting the canvas hard there!
Fury: What was he expecting? He was trying to push against a bulldozer for crying out loud! Who do you think is going to win that battle?
Leyenda moves back and looks like he wants to lock up again. Smith obliges and lunges at him, only to find De Ocho side-stepping and shoving him into the corner.
Williams: De Ocho using his brains there and avoiding the big arms of his opponent.
Fury: All he is doing is making him mad. When you are that small, pissing off your nearly foot taller opponent is not the smartest of ideas.
Williams: Maybe he has a strategy, Dick.
Fury: So did Custer and he got scalped.
Pin's face contorts a little with the miss and in anger he rushes De Ocho again with his arms up in a double ax-handle attempt, De Ocho side-steps and Smith smacks the corner with his chest.
Williams: Smith's emotion getting the better of him and De Ocho is using every ounce of it!
Fury: Smith will only fall for that one time. He better have a different idea going next time or he is in trouble with a capital "T."
Pin turns and takes off toward LDO, but this time he guesses where De Ocho will move and plants a kick to the shoulder, which knocks De Ocho off balance enough for the speed to be negated.
Williams: Great anticipation by Pin Smith!
Fury: Dick is always right, as you can see.
Williams: Well Pin did guess right.
Fury: Because half pint was predictable in there.
Pin grabs De Ocho and whips him into the ropes. De Ocho rebounds off the ropes and dodges the lariat attempt by his larger opponent.
Williams: De Ocho avoiding a massive lariat attempt there!
He rebounds off the other side and limbo slides under the superkick attempt by Smith.
Fury: Impressive slide under the superkick. That speed paying off still here early.
De Ocho runs to the corner and leaps, propelling himself back with force, whipping the leg around with a massive showtime kick out of the corner that sends Smith crashing to the canvas.
Williams: Showtime kick! Wow!
Fury: He caught everybody off guard with that move.
Williams: He gets on top for a quick cover!
Fury: Smith powers out of that pin attempt with ease.
Williams: You have to be impressed he pulled that kick off, Dick.
Fury: Dick gets impressed by lots of stuff, but those things usually FINISH matches and not delay the inevitable.
Leyenda nods after the near fall, knowing he didn't have enough to put the big man down. Smith is up to his knees and De Ocho gets over and goes for a kick to Smith. Smith blocks the kick and uses his other arm to sweep De Ocho's legs from under him.
Williams: De Ocho gets caught by Smith and this could be bad news.
Fury: What are you expecting? Smith is too big for kicks to matter.
Williams: So was Styles.
Smith drops an elbow drop right to Leyenda's chest. Then he quickly gets up and grabs the right leg into a leg bar.
Williams: Submission attempt by Pin Smith!
Fury: This guy's music sucks, but his submission game is strong. He could snap that leg like a twig if he wanted to.
De Ocho is in serious pain as Smith uses every ounce of his size advantage to torque that knee and hip. The referee is asking De Ocho if he gives up, but he refuses.
Williams: You have to admire the toughness of De Ocho to refuse to give up no matter how much pain he is in.
Fury: You can admire all you want. The longer he holds out, the less likely he may ever walk right again.
De Ocho is continually straining for the ropes and nearly has it.
Williams: He nearly has it, but Smith has that hold locked pretty good.
Fury: Pin Smith has this match on lock down if he keeps this hold cinched in.
Smith lets off so he can try to pull De Ocho back to the middle of the ring, but it was enough give to allow the smaller man to grab that bottom rope as hard as he could, forcing the break.
Williams: De Ocho grabs the bottom rope!
Fury: Lucky guy.
Williams: Look at the sportsmanship by Smith, breaking the hold immediately when told.
Fury: And that is why he has not had the level of success he could have here. It's sickening.
Pin stands up and has a knowing smile as he waits for De Ocho to let go of the rope and try to stand himself.
Before De Ocho can fully test that leg, Smith grabs him around the waist and lifts for a nasty gut-wrench suplex.
Williams: Pin Smith is having his way with the smaller man and can seemingly end this one at any time.
Fury: He certainly has the power and submission skills to do what others haven't in this case.
Williams: He can't let up though, we saw what De Ocho could do when he gets that opportunity when he defeated Styles.
Fury: That was a disappointment and a half.
Williams: Styles or the match?
Smith pulls him up and drives a forearm shot to the face. Then he hits a second....and then a third. De Ocho is driven back into the corner.
Williams: Pin Smith putting exclamation points with each forearm shiver to the face, Dick.
Fury: De Ocho has an adult feature due out soon called "taking it in the face." This is a preview.
Smith whips De Ocho across the ring and into the opposite corner. De Ocho hits the corner with a thud and drops immediately to the mat.
Williams: De Ocho really took a shot in that corner!
Fury: That kind of sudden impact can do more than cost a match, it can cause a concussion.
Williams: That is one of the greatest fear for any performer.
Fury: Or in this case, Dick's best wish for either of them.
Pin Smith refuses to let up as he pulls De Ocho to his feet and whips him across again. De Ocho hits the corner and flips over the top turnbuckle and lands standing on the ring apron only for Smith to clothesline the smaller man off the apron and to the floor.
Williams: De Ocho treated like a pinball out there! That really was a nasty fall!
Fury: There are times when his size is an asset and then there are most times when he is in the ring with someone too big to tame with speed.
Williams: Are you really going to disparage him after a spill like that?
Fury: To be honest, Dick does what he wants most of the time anyway.
The referee begins counting on De Ocho outside the ring, but Pin isn't waiting. He exits the ring and grabs De Ocho to his feet, shoving him back into the ring under the bottom rope.
Williams: Again the great sportsmanship by Pin Smith, not willing to take a count out, but wanting this match to end in the ring.
Fury: That makes him as big of an idiot as the masked guy. A win is a win. Dick don't care how it happens as long as your hand is raised. Period.
Smith follow him back into the ring and lifts De Ocho off the canvas. He grabs his arms from behind for a full nelson and then suplexes him to the canvas again!
Williams: Full Nelson Suplex by Pin Smith and this one might be over! Here is the cover!
Fury: How does this kid not just die in there. Seriously, he has to be part cyborg or maybe he is filled with what was in stretch armstrong way back when.
Smith smiles after the near fall. The fans are chanting for LDO loudly as Smith again pulls De Ocho to his feet and locks his arms around the waist for a nasty German suplex.
Williams: German suplex!
Fury: He's not finished by any stretch of the imagination!
Smith rolls through and hits a second German Suplex. Then he rolls through and lifts for a third German Suplex, this time releasing the smaller man and causing him to look like he got crushed.
Williams: Locomotion! Three German suplexes in succession and here is the hook of the leg for a cover!
Fury: This is it!
Williams: De Ocho escaped! The 8-bit hero does it again!
Smith shakes his head, almost in disbelief that De Ocho could stay alive after that punishment. The referee holds up the two fingers to Pin and he nods.
Fury: Dick is with you on that one, kid. You got hosed. No way that masked freak kicked out in time.
Williams: The referee says otherwise and this match is far from over.
Fury: Far might be a tad sooner than you think.
Smith pulls Leyenda up again, lifting him over his head and onto his shoulders for a torture rack hold.
Williams: Torture Rack hold! Smith lifted him up there like he weighed nothing!
Fury: Well be comparison, he is very light weight.
De Ocho is flailing around up there as Smith tries causing the abdominal pain with the hold. The referee is checking on De Ocho, but the masked man says no loudly.
Williams: This is not a great situation for De Ocho. Does he have enough fight left in him to survive this submission hold.
Fury: A wrestler of larger stature might make this hold more difficult for Smith, but the massive size advantage....Dick sees this one ending very soon.
Smith continue flexing the hold and causing convulsions in De Ocho, but the little man won't give. De Ocho begins kicking his free leg wildly, trying to do anything to escape.
Williams: De Ocho is really trying to survive and the fans are way behind him now chanting his name.
Fury: Talk about a group of lemmings. Sometimes you need to know when you are conquered.
Williams: When it is on the line, you do what you have to in order to survive. Isn't that what you always say, Dick.
Fury: It is nice to hear the words of Dick coming out of your mouth.
Smith loses his balance a bit because of the kicking, which De Ocho uses to his advantage as they near the ropes and both men go toppling over the top rope, De Ocho turning the fall into a DDT on the outside on the arena floor!
Williams: Oh My God! De Ocho gets Smith off balance and both men topple over and Leyenda hit a DDT on the floor!
Fury: Dick is speechless. They may both be dead. What a great day!
Williams: Both men are down, but De Ocho survived and didn't submit. He even turned it all around and got offense out of it. What a prime time player!
Fury: Lucky little freak is all. He will get lucky here and salvage a double countout draw.
The fans begin chanting like crazy causing all sorts of problems for our production team as both men lay on the floor and the referee loudly begins the slow, methodical counting from inside the ring.
Williams: The fans urging both men on with appreciation.
Fury: Which when you add five bucks to it will get you some coffee at Starbucks.
At the count of four, Pin Smith started to move. At the count of six, De Ocho entered the ring and stopped the referee's count.
Williams: De Ocho back in the ring. He shows sportsmanship by stopping the count of the referee!
Fury: No he didn't. He has been fed up lately and perhaps he is...
De Ocho looks as Smith begins to stand to his feet outside. He takes off and leaps over the top rope with a flying body press, sending both men against the guard railing that surrounds the outside of the ring.
Fury: De Ocho showing some real onions there with that move! Dick is shocked to see him stall the count just to get offense in!
Williams: Both men are on the outside again! The referee has begun counting!
Both men are down again outside as the crowd again starts chanting. The referee begins the obligatory count.
Fury: This match might just be over!
Williams: They are both trying to reach the ring, but may be moving too slowly!
Both Pin Smith and Leyenda de Ocho begin to move, very slowly.
Williams: The referee is still counting. If neither man is able to get into the ring, we could be looking at a double count out here.
The referee reaches seven as both men use the guardrail to pull themselves up.
Williams: Both men on their feet, will they make it back into the ring?
They both stumble forward, before dropping to a knee each. The referee hits eight. Both make one final attempt to push forward as they push up. However, Leyenda de Ocho drops back to his knee as Pin Smith grabs the apron, and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. The referee hits ten and the bell begins to sound.
Announcer: The winner of this match via count out... PIN... SMIITTTHHH!!!
Williams: Pin Smith able to get back into the ring in time and walks out the winner here tonight.
Pin holds himself up on the ropes as Leyenda de Ocho walks around the ring and toward the back in disapointment.
The cameras are positioned backstage, facing the rear entrance to the arena. The entrace soon bursts open and none other than the Gold Standard, John Sektor, casually enters the building. He strolls in, wearing a black suit and carrying a small, square, leather case in his left hand. He doesn’t make it very far before he is stopped in his tracks by the budding backstage journalist, known as Kate Kincaid.
Sektor rolls his eyes but smiles, as though expecting her to be there like she has been the past two shows.
Sektor: Right on schedule...could set my watch by you Kate.
Kate blushes and smiles, knocking the hair out of her eyes as Sektor proudly lifts his chin. It’s worth noting that Sektor has a small pin bearing the American flag on the left lapel of his suit jacket.
Kincaid: Well John, it’s good to see you making yet another appearance here at Victory. And I know, I know..you only live a stones throw away in Miami. But after what happened last time..
He asks, smiling calmly.
Sektor: You don’t think I’d be scared did you? I mean, why bother turning up to wrestleshow last week if I was scared?
Kincaid: I didn’t mean..
Sektor raises a calm hand to pause her.
Sektor: Relax, I know what you meant. But don’t worry about me, Kate. I’m more than seasoned to those kinds of situations and I know how to look after myself.
Kincaid: Well, changing the subject..
She sounds slightly embarrassed as she moves the conversation on.
Kincaid: Speaking of Wrestleshow, congratulations on your first win in UTA last week after your victory over Blackbeard.
Sektor: Thank you. You know Blackbeard is a big guy and he laid out some heavy punishment for me so it was good test. And I gotta say, after only managing a draw in my debut, its like getting a monkey off my back to get that first win. Now I can relax and do what I do best which is win matches, climb ladders and win championships..
He smirks, looking more his usual and arrogant self.
Kincaid: Well next week you’re set to face the new Wildfire champion, Joshua Jones. How does it feel to given an opportunity to face such a high calibre opponent so soon in your UTA career?
Sektor smiles to himself, biting his lip for a second as though he was thinking about saying something, but then flickers his eyebrows.
Sektor: YEP! Great opportunity for me. Jone’s has had quite the start to his own career here in UTA, only losing one match and obviously I offer my congratulations on his huge title win next week. But, you know, I’m not your typical new guy coming in here, you know? In terms of he and I..I’m a seasoned vet, and so really you should be aiming that type of question at him.
Sektor takes a deep breath before continuing.
Sektor: But, yeah, he’s definitely going to be a good challenge for me. However, I don’t know how often you follow twitter Kate, but you might have noticed that I made a little challenge to Mr Jones a few days ago..
Kate nods knowingly.
Sektor: You did? Oh, good. Well, then you should have ALSO noticed that he has yet to respond to said challenge. Now, I really hope he’s not ducking me...because that would be embarrassing for such a good guy to something like that, right?
Kate awkwardly forces her head to nod slowly in agreement.
Sektor: Now this guy is the champion, because he won a lot of matches and won his shot. But we all know that you’re not a true champion until you validate it against a high calibre opponent. So who better than the Gold Standard?
He holds his arms aloft, gesturing up and down at himself.
Sektor: Who better than a man who’s held countless championships at all levels, and been inducted into a Hall of Fame?
Sektor: So, again, Mr Jones if you’re watching?
He looks into the camera after asking this.
Sektor: I am OFFICIALLY..challenging YOU to put the strap on the line against me. Don’t come back with excuses about me not earning it. Don’t say I’m not a contender...because the real power lies with YOU as champion. I know it's unfamiliar territory but trust me..because when it comes to being a champion I know what I’m doing.
He flashes the biggest dirt eating grin at the camera before turning back to Kate.
Sektor: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a package to deliver..
He then walks off, leaving behind a very confused Kate Kincaid.
The scene opens up backstage once more where the two women competing in the Main Event are seen walking down the corridors. Zhalia's skipping along ahead of The Second Coming but stops and waits for her to catch up in pace, then repeats the procedure of oddness.
2C: You know, we all miss Kush. I know we would certainly do well having her at our corner tonight. I'm sorry that I-
Zhalia puts on the breaks ahead once more and stands before her fellow sister.
Fears: We have been over this. Accidents happen, dear. We have to remember that we were opponents that night too. No holding back!
2C: Still, because of me...
Fears: No really, you just gotta look past and look forward. You have those tag team titles; no matter your partner. Defending them should be a priority over anything else. So... look past it, MJ.
2C shrugs and continues forward while Fears starts walking backwards in front of her.
Fears: It will all work out one way or another.
2C: Okay... but what about you? For better or worse, Eddie and I are tethered by the belts. But I can tell you're feelin' Kush's absence.
Fears: I am fine.
She turns and continues down the hall, no longer skipping but keeping a quicker pace.
2C: And Robot Pete.
Fears: I am fine, really.
She steps up before Fears and puts her hand on her shoulder as the two both stop.
2C: No you aren't, Zhalia.
Her head hangs forward as she answers in a low mumble.
Fears: Rainbows, lolcats, and unicorns... it just is not the same without them.
She raises her head with a look of sadness.
2C: After we show Team Danger that we're not afraid of their crawlspace, lets go. I've somehow still got some days, so let's go. We'll go visit Kush and Ava.
2C gives a nod, and Zhalia's hands shoot forward and grab both shoulders of her while smiling brightly.
Fears: Got it. Lets do this then!
She releases and skips ahead past 2C who lets out a chuckle herself before Zhalia stops ahead as Lew Smith approaches them from the west hall.
Smith: Oh, hey gals. You go by Two Bad Ass for a name, right?
Fears: Hey Lew! Great match out there! You sure can deliver!
Smith: I did my utmost best, thank you for your congrats. I hope you two do just as well! I won't keep you two, just wanted to say good luck tonight against those other lot.
2C: We got this. Thanks, though. Alright, Zhalia. Wind sprints, then yoga to keep ourselves loose for the night.
The two continue on as Lew gives them a wave and Fears once more skips ahead of the Second Coming.
Fears: I can not wait to see Kush again!
The scene fades out as they round the hallway towards the loading docks.
We return to live action, with Emily Koresh's music dying down as the lights return to normal. Haze still dissipates through the arena around her, presumably from the pyrotechnics in her untelevised entrance.
Announcer: ...introducing first, from Abilene Texas...standing 5 foot, 5 inches, and weighing in at 125 pounds...The Queen Of Xtreme, Emily Koresh!!!
Emily is running the ropes, stopping and going tot he corner to fiddle with one of her boots and kickpads.
Williams: We're back on VIctory, folks, and we have Emily Koresh already in the ring, waiting for her opponent, Kendrix...
Fury: Dick appreciates Kendrix. Dick thinks he's got the right stuff. On the other hand, Dick thinks Emily Koresh is too weird, too out there, and takes too long to get to the ring. That's Dick's thoughts on this match going in, right there.
Williams: I think Emily is a very exciting competitor to watch, and I'm looking forward to this match!
The lights go out in the arena as the opening lead up to "Let 'em come" by Scroobius Pip blares out over the PA System. Lights flash black and white as the camera pans the centre of the stage by the ramp, we immediately see Kendrix appear at the top center of the stage, his back facing the ring. Wearing a white England Football Jersey with 'JFK' and '#Bruv' emblazoned in red on it, a Union Jack Hackett Scarf and his trademark JFK black and green ring tights with green boots. As the track's marching style drumming picks up pace and the line "no one likes us but we don't care hits", he rotates his neck twice to stretch it before slicking his hair back with both hands. Returning his arms down back to his sides he ever so slightly turns his body over to the left. The camera zooms in up close as he tilts his head to peer over his left shoulder, sporting a smug smirk on his face.
Williams: That union Jack means Kendrix has hit the scene!
Fury: This young man is one of Dick's favorites because he doesn't care about anything except being the best and he has the tools to make it happen in that ring.
As the shot returns to the center of the stage, zoomed back out fixed on Kendrix, Red colored pyro, the colors of the English National Flag, explodes from the ramp as the chorus kicks in.
"If the bad times are coming, let 'em come!"
JFK puts his weight on his left foot as he spins around quickly to face the stage and begins to make his way down the ramp slowly towards the ring, looking at the fans with a disgusted look on his face.
Announcer: Hailing from London, England...
Kendrix stops in front of one young fan holding a pen and paper in front of him and takes the pen. He then takes from another young fan, a large poster they've brought from home of one of there UTA heroes and rips it to pieces. He signs one of the pieces and gives it back to the original fan with a genuine smile on his face. He gets to the ring, walks up the steps, looks back at the crowd shaking his head looking disgusted again before stepping through the middle rope into the ring.
Announcer: Standing at 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218lbs...
He climbs up onto the 2nd turnbuckle in the corner closest to the entrance ramp. Looking around at all the fans shaking his head with a disapproving look on his face he looks down at the English Crest on the left side of his shirt.
Kendrix raises his head up proudly he beats his right fist on the crest twice before opening his arms out wide while shouting out words that can't be repeated on TV while making a "wanker" sign with his fist and pointing at the fans with the other hand.
Williams: I still cannot believe he gets away with that gesture on television.
He takes his shirt and scarf off and looks like he is ready to chuck them into the crowd. Instead he chuckles to himself and just leaves them in the corner of the ring. He jumps down, turning round in one motion and walks to the center of the ring, rotating and stretching his neck. Arriving dead in the center of the ring he hops from toe to toe, ready to face his opponent.
Williams: For one so young, Kendrix is already an astute ring general but his attitude to others, especially that last gesture, are a disgrace.
Fury: Dick thinks he's just misunderstood, you've got it all wrong Jennifer. He's just shaking the dice because every match in UTA is a gamble. That's what that gesture means over in England.
Williams: Is that so?
Fury: But don't get Dick wrong. Dick knows what it looks like.
Kendrix and Emily stand in their opposite corners. Waved into the center of the ring by the official, they step forward. The bell rings off to start the contest.
Williams: Now clearly, I think we'll see Emily Koresh taking to the air a lot in this match, but Kendrix is another story on how he will choose to counteract...
Fury: Dick would just hold her down. That's what Dick's known to do against women who won't lay down and do what they're told.
Emily Koresh throws a spinning roundhouse kick, but Kendrix ducks. He grabs Emily from behind in a rear waistlock, looking to throw her with a release German suplex. Emily lands on her feet after the attempt, but when she comes back forward, Kendrix puts his feet up and flips her over with a monkey flip.
Williams: Good counter there...
Fury: Smart counter.
Emily runs to the ropes, and Kendrix opts to roll onto his stomach rather than rise up immediately. Emily hops over Kendrix, continuing to the other ropes as Kendrix rises.
Williams: Kendrix is a thinking man's wrestler, Dick.
Kendrix catches the rebounding Emily, turning around to drop her to the canvas with a sit-out spinebuster.
Fury: Top form! Dick loves to see these youngsters get it right for once!
Kendrix rises to his feet, holding one of Emily's ankles in each hand. He tries to fold them together, but Emily kicks him away. Getting him to stumble back onto his rear, she buys herself enough time to get back up to her feet.
Williams: Kendrix has been on a streak of success here in the UTA, and if he can win this match, there's no doubt that it would bring him one step closer to a championship...
Kendrix leans away from Emily, nudging her along as she charges past him. Emily prepares to come back at Kendrix once more, using the ropes for a bit of extra momentum.
Fury: Dick has to agree, Jennifer. Dick thinks Kendrix has thrown his name into the hat, and he used wide tip permanent market so they could make sure they saw his name. Like that! Nice tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Kendrix drops Emily onto his knee back-first, then lets her fall to the canvas. He steps over her back, preparing to run to the ropes now himself.
Fury: Kendrix has brains, body, and he's getting the experience he needs to be a champion! Dick approves!
Williams: And his willingness to take shortcuts?
Fury: It's necessary in this day and age, Jennifer, to do whatever you have to in order to win! Your opponent is going to do whatever they have to, you might as well too!
Emily rolls onto her stomach from the backbreaker, holding her back with one hand as Kendrix again steps over her. However, he turns around to deliver a mean stomp to the back (and draw a lot of boos from the crowd.)
Fury: That's not a short cut, Jennifer! That's just good strategy!
Kendrix pulls Emily up to her feet, positioning himself behind her to set her up for a Russian leg sweep.
Williams: Kendfrix assuming control of this one-on-one matchup, live on Victory...
Emily gets some cheers when she slips out, locking Kendrix into a wristlock! She turns the arm, then repeats and does a cartwheel along with the move to get the crowd more hyped up!
Williams: Emily Koresh coming back...headscissor takedown!
Fury: Dick told you, she was feisty. A little pale, but still a zesty treat no doubt.
Kendrix slides out of the ring following the headscissors, holding up a finger in the air towards the referee as he walks around the ring, stopping to give a rebuttal to a fan cursing at him from the front rows.
Fury: Now look at these Floridian idiots trying to mess with Kendrix! He'll knock the taste out of their mouths, too!
Williams: He better watch out - Emily's going airborne!
Emily Koresh flies over the ropes with a somersault plancha and takes Kendrix out!
Williams: What a move!
Fury: Dick likes girls with moves who aren't afraid to take chances!
Fans rush up to get a closer look, while the viewers at home are treated to a split screen replay of the breathtaking aerial move by the Queen Of Xtreme.
Fury: Dick wants to see this replay! Dick wants Kendrix to win, but that was a nice move either way!
Williams: A graceful dive by Emily...
Fury: Maybe not so graceful, Jennifer! Dick thinks Emily might have hit her knee off the guardrail or something!
Williams: You're right...she's holding that knee...
We return to live action as Emily hobbles to her feet, favoring her right knee. She has to hold onto the guardrail to stay standing, but the referee has counted to "two!" already. Meanwhile, Kendrix is almost back up to his feet just a couple of paces away.
Williams: This doesn't look good!
Emily yells up at the referee, waving her hand. The referee says something back, but it is completely inaudible to the camera. Emily's response is also completely inaudible, but she shakes her head. Since he was unnoticed during the previous exchange, Kendrix is able to slide in and scoop Emily up swiftly, grabbing the left leg first. He rolls her into the ring underneath the bottom rope.
Williams: Kendrix is going to capitalize on Emily's misfortune!
He rolls Emily over, coming down and tying her arm up into his legs.
Fury: Kendrix Cross!
The submission hold is locked in. Kendrix pulls back on Emily's face with his hands joined together, pulling on the shoulder as well. Emily pulls at his hands on her face.
Williams: Kendrix has the hold locked in!
Emily struggles a bit more, but finally taps out. Kendrix immediately lets go of the hold, rolling away from Koresh before getting up to his feet. Boos echo throughout the studio arena as "Let 'Em Come" begins to play. Kendrix meets the referee, who raises his hand.
Announcer: The winner of this match, Kendrix!
Williams: This was looking to be a really good match, up until Emily Koresh's apparently injury...
Fury: Dick hopes it's just a bad bruise.
Williams: She was giving it her all, but when she made that dive to the outside...
Fury: Sometimes you lose it all when you go for broke, Jennifer. Dick knows the risk. Dick played the game, and Dick won. Emily Koresh played the game, and tonight, she didn't win.
Kendrix (already outside of the ring) gloats to the disapproving fans on his way back up the ramp.
Williams: Kendrix still picks up the win, and we'll be back in a moment after this! More Victory still to come!
The camera pans to Kendrix' face atop the ramp, with the crowd's boos behind them. Kendrix continues to play up to them by pretending to be hurt by their boos, then sneering with a chuckle before heading to the back.
Emily Koresh sits up in the ring, shaking her head in absolute astonishment over her loss tonight on Victory. She starts to pick herself up, using the ropes to get back up off the mat, watching as Kendrix makes his way out of the ring.
Koresh leans through the ropes, getting a microphone from the timekeeper.
Williams: A hard fought match, Dick, but Emily Koresh just couldn’t get it done. It looks like she has something that she wants to talk about after a tough loss to Kendrix here tonight.
Fury: Maybe it’s the flu, Jen. The Shanghai Flu. How are you supposed to beat a guy like Kendrix when you’re all… phlegmy? Dick had the Shanghai Flu a lot during his career-- that’s the only reason he’s not undefeated!
The crowd gets settled in as she steps into the middle of the ring with the microphone, raising it up to her lips. Whatever words she is about to say look very important to her, and her eyes narrow as she stares quietly out into the crowd.
Finally, she swallows hard and takes a deep breath.
Except that we never learn what she meant to say here tonight. As soon as she opens her mouth to utter the first syllable, she’s blindsided from behind in the middle of the ring with a stiff clothesline to the back of the head!
Williams: WHAT?! I… I can’t believe this. This is disgusting.
Fury: It’s just phlegm, Jenny Baby, it’s the body trying to heal its-- oh, wait, no, Dick sees what you’re talking about now. Definitely worse than the Shanghai Flu.
Like one hundred twenty five pounds of raw meat, Emily Koresh lands face down on the canvas as a well groomed, fancy looking gentleman stands over her. He doesn’t appear angry, or to even be feeling unpleasant about this whole situation. With a charming little smile on his face, the man picks her up off the mat by the hair, dragging her to her knees and standing behind her. The camera finally sees his face for the first time.
Williams: Oh my God… that’s… that’s Cecilworth Farthington!
Fury: Cecilwho Farthingwhat? Dick doesn’t speak Spanish, baby.
Williams: Cecilworth Farthington, the HOW ICON Champion! He’s here tonight on Victory!
Looking absolutely pleased with himself, Cecilworth Farthington holds Emily Koresh by the hair, tilting her head to the side. With his free hand, he makes a throat cutting motion, tilting his head to the rafters and yelling with glee at the top of his lungs.
Farthington: ...OFF WITH HER HEAD!
And then, with enough force to be prosecutable in even the most lawless of Islamic countries, Cecilworth Farthington throws a wicked forearm into the side of Emily Koresh’s head. She goes down like she’s been shot, and frankly a bullet may have been a lesser sentence here tonight. The crowd instantly breaks into a flurry of legitimately hateful boos.
Williams: This is an absolute travesty, ladies and gentlemen. I don’t know what Cecilworth Farthington is doing in the UTA, but to assault someone like Emily Koresh, especially after she’s already competed here tonight? I just… I don’t get it. I don’t understand.
Fury: Dick thinks he’s making a statement, Jennifer. And that statement is… uh… off with her head, if Dick had to take a guess.
As Cecilworth Farthington stands in the ring, smiling cheekily out at the crowd, the booing of the crowd gets even louder. The reason why is pretty evident, as Alex Beckman and Michael Best emerge from the crowd, hopping over the guardrail and approaching the ring as well. This week, Mike already has a microphone in his hand, as he holds the ropes open for Alex Beckman to step into the ring.
Fury: Dick has never seen something so beautiful, and he has a mirror in his pocket at all times.
Williams: I don’t understand what these people want, Dick. I just don’t. Last week, they assault a little person at Wrestleshow. This week, Emily Koresh? And all the while, they have offered absolutely no explanation.
In a show of brotherhood and solidarity, Michael embraces Cecilworth with a big, emotional hug. Beneath his gray blazer, Michael is wearing a t-shirt that says “FREE CECILWORTH”, and it looks as though this week he has finally gotten his wish.
Farthington tries to hug Alex Beckman as well, who stares daggers into his eyes until they finally agree on a rather awkward looking handshake. Meanwhile, Michael raises the microphone to his lips. The crowd quiets down, ready to finally hear what Michael has to say.
Best: You all know who we are… but you’re wondering why we’re here…
Michael and Farthington share a giddy, knowing look with one another. No in in the arena seems to understand what this is a reference to, but within the ring, Michael and Cecil are absolutely thrilled with themselves.
Best: And you’re going to find out… on Wrestleshow.
And then, for the second time in two weeks, Michael Best simply drops the microphone to the canvas. It falls lifelessly, feedbacking until the production truck cuts it off, and the crowd begins their unmerciful booing routine once again. In the ring, Michael holds up the hands of his two clients, the three of them taking a bow.
Fury: Dick can’t blame Mike Best for savoring the moment, Jennifer. It’s like a fine wine, or sweaty balls. You gotta let ‘em breath!
Williams: I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, and I’m somehow more disgusted now than I already was with this entire affair.
The trio make their way out of the ring, heading toward the ramp to make their departure. With the scene clear, EMTs make their way down to the ring to check on Emily Koresh, who is still lying face down on the canvas.
Williams: We’ll… we’ll be right back with more Monday Night Victory.
Backstage with Jamie Sawyers
Gaze stands to the left of Sawyers, dressed in a black boots, with black yoga pants with a black rose outlined in green on the side of her right leg. She wears a button up halter top black and green. Her now green, blue, and black hair tied behind her head into a ponytail. Gaze is with her new “friend” Harley. Crimson and Fantastic stand to the right of Jamie Sawyers, Fantastic is dressed in a custom suit, his eyes neatly hidden behind sunglasses.
Crimson has a pair of timberland boots with red jeans with a black tanktop. A blood red gothic style jacket unbutton on. His hair tied behind his head, now in a different shade of color a mixture of red, purple, and black now. He has black sunglasses on with a skull emblem on the mid portion of the glasses.
Sawyers: Next week we have a exciting match for all you fans out there. Team Danger, will be stepping into the ring with two of the legends of the UTA, members of the recently reunited Spawn!
Jamie starts his interview with a question for Gaze.
Sawyers: So Gaze, it appears you have a weapon there of some sort. Since when have you needed to use something like that ?
Jamie puts the microphone to her mouth. Gaze just stares at Jamie very coldly. He realizes she is not answering him, so he pulls the microphone away and after taking a second to think about it, he tries yet another question.
Sawyers: Ok so Gaze, how are you feeling? You had a lot of the fans worried about you?
Jamie puts the microphone to her mouth again. Gaze stares at the microphone then her eyes slowly move toward Jamie. Gaze appears rather disgusted with him now, realizing she is not going to answer that or any other question either he pulls the microphone from her mouth.
Sawyers: Ok, I get the picture Gaze.
Gaze’s eyes widened even more enraged with Jamie. He pulls his collar nervously for a moment, then moves over to the two Spawn members. He can feel Gaze burning a hole in his back with her eyes. Jamie thinks about asking Mr. Fantastic a question, but ends up asking Crimson instead.
Sawyers: So Crimson what are your thoughts on facing Team Danger on Wrestleshow next next week?
Crimson slowly crosses his arms and looks toward Fantastic. Fantastic looks up toward Crimson. They both return their look toward Jamie. Jamie slowly pulls the microphone away from a silent Crimson Lord. He tries to ask another question to Crimson Lord.
Sawyers: Since I can’t seem to get a answer from Gaze or you...
Gaze’s grip on Harley tightens up upon hearing Sawyers yet again.
Sawyers: Can you tell us if she is fi…
Gaze finally breaks the silent treatment to Jamie.
Gaze: You see Fantastic they don’t even remember you!
Sawyers looks toward her and then at Fantastic who stares at Jamie now his arms crossed.
Sawyers: What are you talking about Gaze? Sure I remember this guy “There's nothing better than being FANTASTIC!” Right Fantastic?
He nudges Fantastic with a half of a smile.
Gaze: This is what I have been telling you three, especially you Fantastic. That is the best he has? They only remember you for your catchphrase! They don’t even acknowledge your five star matches you have put on for these so called fans!
Sawyers quickly looks at Gaze and starts fumbling for an answer.
Sawyers: What are you talking about? Me and this man go way back how can you say such a thing! You realize how many matches I have called with him in them? I remember...
Gaze: (Won't even let him finish) Funny how you and the rest of these ingrates in this company have forgotten who built this place! You say you go way back with (points at Fantastic) him. Yet you just plain out disrespect him in front of everyone’s eyes!
She looks at Fantastic.
Gaze: They don’t respect you they never have! He just proved it by trying to talk to Crimson before you!
Sawyers looks back at Fantastic then Gaze bewildered.
Sawyers: I meant no disrespect Fantastic. (Annoyed at Gaze's behavior) Look I am just trying to do my job here!
Sawyers tries to see if he can get Fantastic’s opinion on his upcoming match.
Fantastic: In one week Team Danger, you face two of the men that built this place. We are not here to play games. You can ramble on and on about how you’re Team Danger and what you've done.
Fantastic yawns for a moment
Fantastic: We get it that you two have made a name for yourselves in other companies….This however is not the indies boys. If you think Too Badass for a Name is a challenge, then have a look at this man.
Points at Crimson who lowers his sunglasses toward the camera with his lifeless red eyes glaring from behind his glasses.
Fantastic: This man has ended more careers in this business than I care to remember. You got him and me (points at himself) I surpass all those little sheep you met in the indies combined, in that ring!
Fantastic points at himself
Fantastic: I am a true tactician with speed and power in the ring. We are the entire package! What I lack it is made up for by (points again toward Crimson who smirks for a moment.) The Plague of Darkness!
Sawyers: You sound like you're underestimating Team Danger.
Fantastic laughs a bit before answering the question.
Fantastic: Far from it, You don't survive all these years in this business by underestimating your opponents. That is a sure fire way to never be considered elite in this business or recognized as a Legend. What you boys have done in other promotions is null and void when you come into the UTA, the major leagues! We are the Legends. The two of you are trying to prove you deserve to be here at our expense? Good luck with that.
Sawyers: Strong words, but I have known you to be a man to back those words up. Let me ask you will Gaze be accompani…
Gaze interrupts Sawyers mid sentence.
Gaze: THAT'S IT!
Sawyers quickly looks at Gaze and she is mid swing with her mallet!
Sawyers quickly ducks and drops the microphone as Fantastic looks on in almost amusement. Crimson stares down at the microphone on the floor. Gaze has knocked the back drop down with her mallet. Jamie quickly runs off shouting.
Sawyers: You're crazy!
Gaze starts to chase Jamie but stops and stares at Fantastic.
Gaze: They have painted you as a forgotten legend! I know you will not let them forget who the hell you are!
Gaze runs off shouting toward Jamie.
Gaze: Come back here you disrespectful meatbag!
Fantastic looks up at Crimson. Crimson returns the look they both nod and Fantastic runs after a shouting Gaze in the background. Crimson returns his look down at the microphone and slowly bends down to pick it up. He looks toward the camera and puts the microphone to his mouth.
Crimson: Speaking of the lack of respect in this company, (He slowly removes his sunglasses to reveal his red eyes. Crimson continues on like this was normal) It appears none of you meatbags employed in this wretched company have the balls to sign your name on the dotted line. I see that as this entire company spitting on “MY” legacy! Gaze is right you all are nothing more than ingrates!
Crimson drops the microphone and stares coldly at the crowd from the backstage area, before putting his hand over the camera.
Backstage, the crowd can be heard so loud, that it causes the television speakers in Abdul bin Hussain’s locker room to crackle with distortion. Abdul is looking worried as he paces around there. He has a remote control in his left hand. The show going on is being shown upon it. He stands in traditional Arab clothes as he is due to be in the ring to talk about his opponent for Wrestleshow next week.
Abdul: Where is he? Where has Rafiq gone?
A quick click of the mute button silences the television but they can still hear the sound through the thin walls of the locker room. A look of worry crosses his face as he looks at the television screen as it shows what is going on in the arena. He looks at his mobile phone checking for messages from his manager, a look of confusion washing over him as he sees a blank screen
Abdul: Something isn’t right. Why haven’t you called me?
A loud knock comes from the locker room door, but he stands unmoving with his back to it. Another loud knock is heard as Abdul continues to ignore it.
Abdul: Mongrel! I should have Rafiq exiled back to Iraq for this incompetence! He should be here, counselling me on how to beat that puny American, William Haynes..
The locker room door slowly opens and a figure is stood there. Abdul turns abruptly, catching the sight of the figure out of the corner of his eye.
He fully turns and we see that it is just one of the Production Assistants for the company. He nervously stands by the open door.
Abdul: You dare to interrupt the Butcher of Basra when I am in this mood?
P.A: Sorry Abdul…….but this was left at the front desk for you.
There is no answer from Abdul.
Sparks and shattered glass fly as Abdul throws the remote at the screen.
Abdul looks at the P.A who is nervously yielding an Ipad.
Abdul: What? Are you expecting me to pay you like they do in the hotels?
He snatches the Ipad out of the PA’s hands, scoffing at him as he does so. He then prods and pushes him out of the door and slams it shut behind him, gazing down at the Ipad with a curious but still angered expression.
Abdul: No label? Hm..
He shrugs his shoulders as he puts it down on the desk and switches it on. He sits back in his chair and waits for it to boot up.
At first it looks like nothing is happening, then Abdul realises that he is viewing recorded static instead of broadcast static. He watches, waiting, but the static continues unbroken. He looks down at the keyboard, and is about to press something, when suddenly the picture on the screen clears and for a moment he thinks he is looking at the moon.
The scene changes now and Abdul notes that the picture has that kind of grainy quality one sees in 3rd or 4th generation copy. The scene is of an American flag flapping in the wind. The American National anthem starts to play through its speakers.
Abdul: What is this? A comedy spoof?
The screen starts to show all things of America’s historic sites. Abdul shook his head as he looks at the screen. He presses the keys on the keyboard but it does nothing.
Sudden loud, blinding static as the film ends and returns to live footage. It is of Rafiq. He is duct taped to a chair in the centre of some unknown room. An American flag hangs behind him. Two men, with hoods covering their faces baring the American flag, stand behind him. Both of them are yielding M-16 standard military rifles. Rafiq looks up with tired and groggy eyes, his hair matted to his face.
Abdul: What? Who would have the audacity to do this to me?
A third masked figure walks into shot, only unlike the other two masked men, this one is only covering the top portion of the mans head. The lower portion of the mans face has a rather familiar handlebar moustache.
Masked figure: Hello Abdul. Do I have your attention yet my Arabic friend?
Abdul:Is that...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY FRIEND?
Masked figure: I’m sure you’re already getting heated as you watch this, making that weird noise with your tongue that you people do when you ride into battle perhaps? But, I suggest that for once? You shut the hell up and LISTEN!
Abdul actually stops and for the first time actually begins to take notice of the footage, touching the skin around his own nose and mouth, realising who the hooded man is. The masked man smirks.
Masked Man: Come on...let’s not play games you know who I am and why I’m doing this. You only have to look at the most famous moustache in the world and realise what you did to me a couple of weeks back.
Abdul arches his lip, baring his teeth in anger and disgust.
Masked: Now, I already said that I don’t blame you for what you did to me. BUT, I also said that there would be consequences, didn’t I?
With that, the hooded man, who is obviously SEKTOR , turns slightly and places a hand on Rafiq’s shoulder. Rafiq winces as he feels his gentle touch, clearly scared and on edge.
Masked Man: Well you’re looking at it. I have your mouthpiece Abdul, and I took him so easily. Without this man you will fall even harder than you already have, and cease to be relevant all together.
Abdul frowns with disdain.
Masked Man: Now don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt him. Not yet anyway..
The man laughs maniacally.
Masked Man: Not while he holds...some shred of use to me. Now if you want him BACK?
He turns and gazes back into the camera.
Masked Man: All you have to do, is give me what I want..
He pauses for a moment, running his hands through rafiq’s sweat laced hair as though he’s stroking a pet.
Masked Man: A REMATCH..that’s right, a simple rematch. Black Horizon..No Disqualification so that we can actually get a RESULT! And so that I...can unleash a little violence of my own without the worry of someone breaking it up.
Sektor smiles innocently and looks down at Rafiq.
Masked Man: What do you think, Rafikee?
Sektor begins to shake Rafiq’s head.
Masked Man (In squeaky voice): Well I think it’s a great idea..my charge will accept these terms, I have no doubt in my silly little Jihad mind..
Masked Man: See? Your mouthpiece has cleared it, so all you have to do is make it official. But erm..
He scratches his chin and looks into the camera as though pondering something.
Masked Man: Just incase he’s worthless to you, and you get any wise ideas about ducking me any further? Think about this..
The man finally removes the hood and finally reveals himself to be the Gold Standard, John Sektor. Sektor allows the camera to focus in on his eyes, which are cold and serious.
Sektor: Look at how easy it was for me to take Rafiq. Now bare that in mind, and then remember your sister..
Abduls eyes bulge as he says this.
Sektor: I look forward to your call...MWAH!
Blowing him a kiss and cackling with laughter, the scene suddenly goes fuzzy, leaving Abdul in silence in the locker room.
What ya Life Like by Beanie Sigel begins to play. The eerie sounds of a prison door closing welcomes the sinister horns as Apollo Cain bursts through the curtain.
Williams: Here we go with another very exciting one on one matchup!
Fury: The only thing exciting about this match, is going to be watching Apollo, tear apart that fat Blobby Dean.
Apollo waits out the horns and when the bass drops pyros stream up from both sides of the entrance. Sparks rain down on Apollo as he raises his closed fist to the sky. Nodding his head, focused on the ground.
Announcer: Hailing from Norfolk, Virginia...
Apollo stalks slowly to the ring, sneering at the fans. He stops at ringside and lunges toward a UTA fan making him fall back in fear. Cain just chuckles and steps directly onto the apron, pulling himself up by the ropes.
Announcer: Standing at 6 foot 8 inches tall and weighing in at 285 pounds
Apollo rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. Sweat drips from his body and his stare is intense.
Announcer: APOOOOOLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO CAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN
Williams: Apollo has been playing mind games with #WTFC for weeks, but we’ve seen #WTFC up to their antics this past week on Wrestleshow as well.
Fury: Who knows what those morons were upto!?
Apollo rushes to the turnbuckle and leaps to the second rope. He pounds his heart with his right hand three times before letting out a vicious roar to the crowd and stretching his arms wide to a chorus of boos!
The camera cuts back to the top of the ramp as the music switches over to "You're the Best Around" by Joe Esposito The fans start to cheer as Bobby Dean comes through the curtain on his scooter. He stops at the top of the ramp and waves to the crowd smiling.
Williams: There is no doubt who the fans are behind in this one!
Fury: That’s because it’s impossible to get around Bobby Dean!
Williams: Ugh, This is going to be a long night.
Fury: Dick always makes sure to have long nights.
Announcer: Coming to the ring, hailing from Houston, Texas…
Dean starts down the ramp. He keeps his foot firmly on the brake this week, pushing it and coming to a stop every 5 feet or so. He isn't hitting the ring like last week. He has his eyes hooked on Apollo. Bobby starts frowning as he nears the bottom of the ramp.
Fury: This clown is scared!
Williams: Well wouldn’t you be? He is facing the Black Hulk!
Fury: Dick Fury is afraid of no man!
Announcer: Weighing in at 399 ½ lbs. Standing 6 feet 1 Inch. Representing #WTFC…
Bobby gets off the scooter, and slowly makes his way to the ring steps. Never taking his eyes off the big man. He climbs into the ring and stays in his corner.
Announcer: This is ‘Beautiful’ BOBBY DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAN!
Suddenly as the lights come back up, someone is seen coming down the ramp. He is running to the ring and he slides in at full speed. It’s #WTFC manager, Coleslaw Jenkins. Coleslaw stops the ring announcer from exiting the ring. Handing him a folded up paper.
Fury: Dick knew this wouldn't be a fair fight!
Williams: Relax Dick, He’s just handing something to the ring announcer.
The ring announcer looks back at Coleslaw for confirmation as he nods vehemently. The ring announcer returns to the middle of the ring and shrugs.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. Due to a recent “Illness” that has spread through the referee locker room, there are no unscheduled referees available for tonights match.
Williams: Uh oh.
Fury: Dick will referee if need be! The show must go on, and the people love me!
Williams: Sit down, Dick!
Bobby Dean smiles, shrugs, and claps his hands together joyously. He begins to leave the ring.
Announcer: However, per order of James Wingate Jr. This match will happen as scheduled!
The fans go nuts as Bobby Dean gets upset. He walks over to the announcer, stomping with his hands on his hips.
Announcer: Introducing, your Special Guest Referee…
Fury and Williams: WHAT!?
The lights dim, and go green as “2020” By SOL hits the PA System. The fans explode as #WTFC’s Mikey Unlikely walks out of the curtain in his ring gear and a black and white striped Referee shirt. It’s a little tight on him. Mikey is smiling from ear to ear.
Announcer: Hailing from ‘The Louie’ Ohio. Representing #WTFC, this is MIKEYYYY UNLIKELLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Unlikely pointing down the ramp, directly at Apollo Cain and is yelling out to him, the music drowns out the noise as he continues on. He high fives the fans on the way down. Suddenly in the ring Bobby Dean jumps up and down (barely) and claps.
Fury: This is a setup!
Williams: Well, at least we know what they have been upto now.
Apollo meanwhile is yelling at the ring announcer, who is still trying to exit the ring. Mikey slides in and Apollo back up to his corner. Mikey high fives Bobby Dean before walking over to Apollo. They both start jaw jacking immediately .
Williams: These two, really want to get at one another.
Fury: Dick thinks they should do it right here, right now!
Mikey begins to pat down Apollos pads, checking for illegal objects. As Apollo turns to get ready for the match, Mikey gives him a little tap on the rear for good measure exciting a laugh out of the crowd. Mikey walks to the center of the ring and calls for the bell.
As soon as it rings, Apollo heads for Bobby Dean, who immediately goes through the ropes and down the arena floor. A confused Apollo backs up, waiting to see what the big man has planned.
Fury: Ha! He’s running already!
Williams: Maybe he has a strategy. Unlikely to the ropes now, looks like he’s talking to Dean who is smiling wide. Dean holding up his hands and moving fingers… what is he?...
Fury: He’s telling Mikey to count him out! He’s ready to be done with this!
Unlikely laughs and shakes his head. He does not begin the countout. Instead he goes through the ropes as well and tries to rally his buddy, who goes from smiling to sad very quickly when he realizes his partner is not going to count him out, and he is going to HAVE to fight.
Williams: Bobby Dean reluctantly re-enters the ring. Apollo bounces back and forth, warming up. The two finally engage in a collar and elbow tie up! Bobby Dean quickly pushes Apollo away and sends him to the canvas. Apollo rolls through and is back to his feet in no time!
Fury: That was Bobby’s standard one move of the night. Dick’s seen it a million times.
Bobby immediately heads towards Apollo and he back him into a corner. Apollo tries to get some strikes in, but Bobby smothers him into the turnbuckle. Dean lifts up, for a big overhand chop, but as he comes down Apollo slips out underneath and breaks away from the corner.
Now Dean is on defense as Apollo starts dropping right hands onto the chest and face of Bobby. Finally Now twisting the arm and then wrenching it down is Apollo. Dean grabs his shoulder in agony as he reaches towards Mikey.
Apollo now clubs at the back of Bobby Dean. He flashes a smile at Mikey, who is trying to remain impartial. Another twist of the arm, and going for a armbreaker over the shoulder this time the Beautiful one sees it coming, and uses the momentum to pull Apollo into a short arm clothesline with authority.
Williams: I have never seen this kind of fight out of Bobby Dean.
Fury: Calm down Jennifer, the man has delivered two moves, and his life is on the line.
Williams: Dean now, trying to take advantage of his downed opponents. He starts delivering big slaps to the back and the head of Apollo. Mikey quickly engages him, and shows him the fist they have been working on.
Fury: He is supposed to enforce closed fists! Not encourage them! Impartial my ass!
Dean gets the message and tries to start punching which lowers Apollo down further. It seems to be working. Dean gets excited and turns to give Mikey a high five, who shakes his head and points to the shirt. This gives Apollo enough time to get to his feet and hit a turning Bobby Dean with a dropkick that got MAJOR elevation!
Williams: Both men down now, as they are jockeying for position. Slowly both men get to their feet, as Apollo turns, Dean takes three steps that just might be considered a light jog, and delivers the shoulder block, sending Apollo back down!
Bobby delivers a stomp, which just starts to stir Cain. As he slowly rises to his feet, Dean backs up into the ropes, and tries the shoulder tackle again. This time Cain Leapfrogs him sending him against the opposite ropes. Cain comes back up with a shoulder block of his own, that has Bobby’s arms swinging like windmills, trying to regain balance.
Fury: Woaaaaaahh, Almost….there….
Apollo comes back with another shoulder block against the big man, Now Bobby has one foot up trying to catch himself. Apollo see’s an opportunity and puts his arm in between the big mans legs and goes for a body slam!
Williams: Here we go! Can he lift Bobby Dean!?
Fury: Dick thinks it’s impossible! No one can lift that much weight! But if Dick were a betting man, and he is, he would bet that if ANYONE ‘CAIN, Apollo CAIN!
Williams: Oh…. My….
Fury: See what Dick did there Jennifer?
Bobby Dean in a panic of potentially being lifted sprawls out and falls down to the mat. A frustrated Apollo delivers some boots to the back of Dean. Dean tries to fight through the pain, and rises to his feet. Apollo sends him off the ropes and as he comes back Dean gets the upperhand with a clothesline.
Williams: Apollo is down here, Bobby Dean actually putting up quite the fight! Dean now, goes over to the turnbuckle. He’s reaching in the front of his tights!
Fury: He’s going for a weapon Jennifer! That idiot buddy of his, will let him get away with murder.
Williams: Not so fast Dick, it looks like Mikey is headed over to Bobby now, to see what is going on in the corner. As Mikey nears, Bobby Dean turns away from him, hiding what's in his hands. Mikey goes around the other way and Bobby Dean again turns away from his buddy. Meanwhile Apollo is getting up, behind the two gentlemen.
Finally Bobby turns and throws what is in his hands directly at the face of Apollo. Mikey shakes his head and puts his hands there, expecting the worst. The cold, wet Spaghetti noodles smack Apollo in the face, who just stands there. The noodles slide off of his face, and fall to the mat, as the fans begin laughing again as the camera zooms in on it.
Fury: Dick thinks this is embarrassing. What was spaghetti noodles going to do?
Williams: Wait, what is Bobby telling Mikey? He is pointing to Cain and putting one hand up in the air.
Fury: It’s obvious to Dick, that this was a ploy for Bobby Dean to get himself disqualified. He is telling Mikey to make Apollo the winner! Unbelievable.
Mikey facepalms in the center of the ring, as Bobby wonders why the bell has yet to ring. Suddenly Cain gets his mind right, and runs right at Dean who wasn’t ready. SPEAR INTO THE CORNER! Bobby Dean falls to the ground, gasping for air. He crawls away from the turnbuckle desperately. Cain follows it up with a elbow drop which flattens Bobby. Well, in a matter of speaking anyway.
Cain drops to the mat,flips over Bobby Dean and goes for the cover.
Fury: Here we go, Dick wants to see if that #WTFC loser, can be unbiased.
And as Unlikely goes to hit the mat for the third time, Apollo is looking directly into the eyes of Mikey, as he grabs Bobby Dean and lifts him off the mat, breaking his own pin with a smile. Bobby Dean frustrated, pulls Cain back down on top of him and orders Mikey to count.
Cain breaks free and gets to his feet. Dean slowly follows suit, as Bobby Dean does Cain comes in and sets up Bobby like he is going to Gorilla Press him!
Fury: No Way! Not going to happen!
Williams: I too find it hard to believe, What is Bobby doing? He is flailing wildly. He has the tights of Apollo! He’s lowered the back end!
Fury: There’s a full moon here tonight!
Cain breaks free, and pulls his pants back up as the fans explode with laughter. Dean is just happy to be free.
Apollo against the ropes runs at his opponent and delivers a devastating running big boot, that sends Bobby through the middle ropes and to the floor below with a loud SMACK!
Cain immediately raises his arms and plays to the crowd, who come back with loud boos in response. Cain smiles, and walks over to Mikey and the two begin trash talking again. Finally Cain regains his focus and he steps out onto the ring apron. He runs along it, and delivers a diving clothesline to a kneeled Bobby Dean.
Williams: The action has finally ended up outside, Mikey begins his count in the ring.
Fury: yea… NOW he is counting!
Bobby Dean lays flat, gasping for air. Not used to matches this physical, Dean is really feeling the effects. It doesnt help that as Apollo gets up he begins raining down front forearm clubs on Dean.
Apollo up now, he walks over to the steel steps and knocks the top section off of the bottom.
Williams: Uh oh, What is he planning to do with those steps?
Fury: Send a message to Mikey, Jennifer! Bobby Dean is still down! I love it!
Bobby starts to roll, he grabs ahold of his Scooter, using it to help himself to his feet. Cain showing an amazing amount of strength, lifts the bottom section of stairs above his head and turns to face Bobby.
Williams: Oh No! He can’t do this!
Fury: If anyone Cain… Apol…
Williams: Stop! No! Don’t do it Apollo!
Just before Apollo can take the head off of Beautiful Bobby Dean, In one motion Mikey hops over the top rope and lands on the floor behind Apollo. He pulls the steps from behind, and drops them to the ground. Apollo spins and pulls back to throw a punch. Mikey raises an eyebrow, waiting…
Apollo clenches his fist in frustration, and turns back to Bobby who has regained some composure. Bobby hits Apollo with a slap to the stomach. Apollo laughs at him. Bobby pokes the abs of the Black Hulk with one finger before realizing the slap had no effect. Bobby starts running around the ring, as Apollo catches him finally by the hair and tosses him in the ring.
Williams: Dean back in, rolling, and now up to his feet. Here comes Apollo who goes for another running big boot. Dean ducks this one and hits Apollo with a scoop slam! Mikey jumps up and down excitedly. His training with his buddy, finally looks to be paying off. Dean off the ropes now and… He slips!
Williams: Oh My Goodness! Bobby Dean in full sprint, landed on the cold wet spaghetti noodles that sit in the ring. His momentum sweeps his legs out from underneath him as he lands on Apollo with a running senton! Thanks to the spaghetti noodles!
Fury: Dick doesn't believe what he sees with his eyes.
Bobby Dean now, doesn't know what happened, Cain holding his ribs and yelling out in pain. Mikey yelling at Bobby to cover him. Who army crawls back to his opponent and covers him in a rather odd manner. Bobby lays vertically on top of Apollo in what many would call a “Suggestive manner”. Mikey slides for the count.
Kickout! Somehow Apollo got his shoulder up under that massive weight. Bobby Dean snaps his fingers, thinking he was that close. Both men slowly reach their feet. The fans are clapping, this is a much more competitive match, than many people expected!
Fury: Dean would have been done in two minutes if that cheating teammate weren’t out here messing this up!
Williams: I think Unlikely has been pretty impartial thus far Dick.
Fury: Dick will set you up with his eye doctor Jennifer.
Bobby Dean tries to hit Apollo with a kick but its caught by Cain, who turns it into a short arm lariat! With authority! He immediately picks up Bobb again and hits him with a running lariat.
Williams: Dean really taking some hard hits now!
Fury: Dick knows Apollo. The man only hits one way, HARD!
Picking up Bobby again he send him into the ropes, on the return… He puts both arms against Bobby Dean and lifts!
Williams: OH MY GOD!!!! HE’S DONE IT!!! APOLLO HAS BOBBY DEAN IN THE AIR!
Fury: Dick didn't think anyone could lift Bobby, let alone Gorilla Press him! Holy Shi…
The fans all stand to their feet as they witness the incredible feat of strength. Cameras go off everywhere as Apollo struggles a bit, but just before he collapses. Bobby Dean lands hard onto of Apollo. A collective gasp can be heard as the ring shakes on impact. Mikey jumps with the ring!
Williams: Bobby Dean is now on top of Apollo Cain!
Fury: What a feat of strength by Apollo, but stupid for that very reason.
The referee, who had slid into place, continues his count as his hand hits three. The bell starts to sound.
Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... BOBBY... DEEEAANNN!!!
Mikey Unlikely slides into the ring, jumping up and down.
Williams: Mikey celebrating, but Bobby Dean still not up.
Fury: Someone get a forklift! Cain has to be suffocating!
Mikey leans down and grabs Bobby's arm. He yanks back, but can't budge his buddy. He pulls more. Bobby doesn't move.
Fury: Dead weight is so much heavier.
Finally, Bobby Dean rolls off of Apollo Cain who gasp for air. Mikey gets behind Bobby and pushes him, helping him roll to the edge of the ring where Bobby rolls out and sits. Unlikely exits through the ropes himself and jumps to the floor as Bobby Dean slides off the edge to the floor himself. They celebrate outside of the ring.
We find ourselves backstage in the WrestleZone. The door opens to The Second Coming’s locker room and before she takes more than two steps her tag partner appears.
The Second Coming: OH… Eddie. Hey.
La Flama Blanca: Sorry to scare you, pal. Haven’t talked to you in a while… how you been?
2C: Well, champ, one of my sisters just had bone spurs removed from her spinal column directly because of me and the other is going through a bout of depression because everyone she actually likes except for me has been removed from the company for one reason or another, but other than that I’m ready and rarin’ to go. It’ll be interesting to wrestle an actual team tonight.
LFB adjusts both his title belts on each arm. He continues.
LFB: Okay, Debbie Downer. I’m trying to celebrate here, not tear up.
The Second Coming laughed.
2C: You asked.
LFB: I did…
2C: Did you save any cake and ice cream from the birthday party earlier?
The Luchador chuckles. That was a good one.
LFB: You saw that… it was awesome. The proper introduction for a champion. Speaking of champions, things are getting interesting in the Tag Team Division now.
2C: Yeah, you’re tellin’ me. Team Danger represents an actual team… how good they are remains to be seen, though. But between them trying too hard to be the funniest guys in the room and Mikey and Will tryin’ to get in on the fun, I’m more than a bit insulted at the implication that our belts are just there for the takin’.
Blanca drops his title from his shoulder and holds it in hand.
LFB: I laugh at those who thought we didn’t care about our titles, that can’t be further from the truth. Now that we have to defend them, we can get back to being serious. Just know this…
Blanca stops and looks his tag team partner The Second Coming in her eyes.
LFB: This title means as much to me, as it does you. I’ll be watching your back tonight… partner.
2C: I appreciate that. I’d’ve said the same at Wrestleshow but you clearly didn’t need any help. About the Four Corners match, though ---
LFB: The pressure is all on them, friend. Let it eat them up. We’ll let them kill each other and leave the James Brown Arena with our titles… how does that sound?
2C: You’re almost right. We’ll let ‘em beat each other down, then you and I will perform the coup de grâce on each of ‘em in turn… we are the Champions, after all.
LFB: Come on… Bump it.
Blanca puts his right fist close to The Second Coming. Waiting for her to bump fists. After a moment, she does so.
2C: Tonight, we both show the rest’a these mouth breathers why we’re at the top’a the heap.
LFB: You said it… That’s why I like you… I’ll be watching.
Blanca heads off leaving The Second Coming in the door frame. Cameras fade and we go to another commercial
Go To Sleep by Eminem begins to play throughout the arena, inciting the crowd into a frenzy of boos as Alex Beckman makes her way out from behind the curtain, escorted by HOW Hall of Famer Mike Best.
Her fight robe covering her head at the top of the ramp, she hops in place and stares down toward the ring with very little fanfare. On her right side, Mike gestures toward her and tauntingly plays the crowd, smirking and berating them for not receiving her warmly.
Williams: Alex Beckman making her UTA in ring debut tonight replacing the recently fired Perfection.
Fury: Look at those abs though. Dick loves a chick with tight abs.
As the tempo of her music kicks into second gear, Alex stops limbering up at the top of the stage and begins to descend down the ramp. She ignores the fans at ringside, walking slowly down to the ring. Michael Best goes on ahead of her, stopping the announcer before he can announce her arrival and instead taking the microphone for himself.
Best: Ladies and gentlemen, do not adjust your television sets, what you are about to see is REAL. Hailing from Camp Kinser, Okinawa, Japan by way of Chicago, Illinois...
The booing only intensifies as Michael Best arrogantly heralds his client. She stops at the bottom of the ramp, resuming her hopping and stretching routine as she awaits the rest of her lavish introduction. Fans, mostly male, try to reach over the guard rail to harass and grope at her.
Best: ...she is a mind blowing physical specimen, standing at five foot seven inches and weighing in at lean, mean one hundred thirty five pounds...
Alex steps forward toward the apron, climbing up the steps and holding onto the turnbuckle as she leans on the ropes.
Best: ...she is the Thai-breaker, the BTKO Killer... she is the single most dominant woman in the history of women and domination... get on your knees and pay your respects to ALEX.... BECKKKKKKKKMANNNNNN!
At the announcement of her name, Alex spins on the apron to face the ramp, ripping the hood back off of her head. In one fluid motion, she ducks backward beneath the rope, as Michael Lee Best holds it open for her, and finally she steps inside of the ring.
Fury: Dick's just excited that Mike Best is in the UTA, even if just the advocate for Alex Beckman and apparently Cecilworth Farthington
Alex Beckman takes her corner, slowly removing her robe and handing it off to Michael Best. The HOW Hall of Famer in turn hands it off to the actual ring announcer, telling him to do something with it since he just had the last two minutes off.
As she stretches out on the ropes, "Go To Sleep" begins to fade from the PA system in the arena. She prepares for the beginning of the match, talking to Michael like he's her cornerman as she impatiently awaits the opening bell.
Williams: The look on Alex Beckman's face is on of intensity.
A slow drum beat begins from the PA system, repeating itself as the crowd dies down to hear it. The Utatron flickers into life, fading in with the image of a hill, cloudy blue skies above and a large steel Claymore sword buried into the grassy surface. A Scottish flag sits behind it, the wooden pole deep in the soil as well, waving effortlessly in the wind.
And suddenly, the sound of the rich violin bursts into the silence, playing its quick repeating verse as Promentory by Trevor Jones begins to play.
As the violin repeats itself, from the back slowly steps the figure of Lamond Alexander Robertson, a bright smile on his face as he taps his foot to the music. Coming onto the stage, Robertson turns slowly, taking in the lights, the rafters and shear production value of the show, arms outstretched in the moment as he turns back to face the ring and the crowd.
Williams: Lamond Alexander Robertson in an unique position tonight as he takes on Alex Beckman.
Fury: Dick doesn't know what the problem is. Look at Lamond, he wears a skirt himself.
A second violin joins the first in the unending repetition, as LAR walks down the ramp, stepping over to one side of the crowd and taking their outstretched hands in his, shaking each one. He shares a few words with each fan, a laugh with some before moving to the other side of the ramp and repeating with a few there.
Announcer: Making his way down to the ring, hailing from Pockton, Scotland.
Robertson walks his way around the ring on the outside, shaking hands with fans. He gets to one fan with his son, placing his hand on the father’s shoulder and whispering something to the boy before shuffling his hair and moving on. Lamond makes a point to shake hands with the announcers and the time keeper before stepping up onto the apron and into the ring.
Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds...
LAR immediately walks to the corner, dropping to one knee and lifting a necklace he wears around his neck. He kisses the front of it, saying a few words with his head bowed and eyes closed before standing and turning to face the rest of the ring, slapping his left arm with his right hand.
He places the necklace on the outside of the ring, as well as taking his t-shirt off, standing proudly in the Robertson tartan kilt.
Williams: Intergender action about to kick off here.
Robertson lowers down, using the rope to keep himself steady, almost sitting on his heels as he waits. Alex Beckman keeps her fist up, rocking in her corner as she waits. Michael Lee Best smirks outside of the ring.
Williams: Here we go!
As the bell sounds to begin the match, Lamond Alexander Robertson stands up and heads forward. Best slaps the corner of the apron and yells Get Him! as Beckman charges out of the corner, hands still up.
Williams: Beckman coming in strong, charges Lamond Robertson.
She comes in as Lamond tries to evaluate the situation, bringing a rising knee up into his mid section while simultaneously bringing her elbow down across the top of his head.
Williams: Beckman using her mixed martial arts background now.
She switching legs, bringing her other knee up into the midsection of Lamond as she wraps her right arm around his head.
Williams: Beckman throwing her legs around the waist of Lamond now...
Fury: Dick thinks this is getting kind of exciting.
She squeezes Lamond's waist as she leans back, holding his neck. With her left arm, she begins to grab underneath of his right.
Williams: Alex Beckman locking in what seems to be some sort of choke hold type submission maneuver.
Fury: She can choke Dick anytime.
Lamond takes a few steps forward before dropping to a knee, allowing Beckman to get a better grasp on his arm while pulling back on his head. Michael Lee best claps from the outside of the ring, watching in.
Williams: Robertson looks to almost be out.
The referee checks on him. Lamond's face is pure pain. However, he begins to push forward and up.
Williams: Lamond now trying to fight through it. Lifting up... Beckman in tow....
He pushes up and leaps forward. As he comes down, Alex's face is one of surprise right before her back hits the canvas, causing her to release her hold.
Williams: Lamond Robertson able to get free.
Fury: He needs to keep moving if he expects to stay out of another one of those holds.
LAR quickly rolls out of the ring. As his feet touch the ground he turns and is startled by Best who is standing in front of him.
Williams: Lamond Robertson face to face with Mike Best here in the UTA!
The fans can be heard cheering for Robertson while some choose to boo Best. Michael gives Lamond a look as if daring him to do something but Lamond just turns away from him and reaches up to grab the ropes and pull himself into the ring.
Williams: Lamond Alexander Robertson making his way back into the ring now.
As he steps through, Beckman runs toward him, leaping up and throwing her legs around his neck as she grabs his arm and twist as she falls down into a Shining Triangle Choke. However, his feet are still on the bottom rope.
Williams: THE BTKO! THE BTKO! BUT LAMOND'S FOOT IS STILL ON THE ROPES!
The referee sees his foot and starts to tell Alex to release the hold. Michael reaches up and shoves Lamond's foot from the rope and begins to yell for the referee to see that it's not there any more.
Williams: Nice try Mike, but he already saw it.
Fury: Dick loves to see great team work.
The referee yells at Best, about him interfering. As the referee explains that he isn't stupid, Lamond Alexander Robertson is tapping behind him.
Fuyr: Turn around ref and do your job.
Michael sees him tapping and throws his hands up, stepping back. As the referee turns toward the two, Beckman is releasing Lamond and rolling over and up to a fighting stance. LAR holds his arm in pain on the canvas.
Williams: The referee now checking on Lamond Robertson.
Fury: He tapped. This one is over.
Williams: You know that didn't count Dick.
Fury: Didn't count? He physically tapped. It doesn't count any more than that!
Beckman comes forward, but the referee gets in between the two, holding is hands up tos top her.
Williams: The referee telling Beckman to stand back now.
Lamond pushes up to a knee, still holding his arm. He then pushes further up, standing. The fans cheer as he looks forward at Beckman with a cold stare. Robertson moves his arm around to help get the feeling back in it as he tells the referee he is fine.
Williams: Lamond Robertson ready to continue!
Fury: Dick's gotta give it to him. He has a warrior's attitude!
Lamond mouths to Beckman that he's impressed as he moves forward, signaling that he's ready. She just smiles before coming forward.
Williams: They lock up!
They start to spin in the ring hitting the ropes, still locked. Beckman is finally pushed into the corner and the ref calls for the break. Robertson backs off with his hands up.
Williams: Lamond Robertson showing he isn't a push over.
Fury: Where was that the first part of this match?
He then extends his hand once more to a cautious Beckman, who takes it and they circle before locking up once more. This time Beckman pushes Robertson into the corner. The ref forces the break and Beckman backs off, nodding at Lamond.
Williams: Both opponents wanting to keep this clean.
Fury: Come on. Lets get back to the violance!
They go for another lock but this time Beckman quickly gets a knee lift into Lamond’s stomach. Shee locks Robertson into a suplex and quickly floats over upon impact.
Williams: Alex Beckman going for a cover.
Lamond is able to kick out at two.
Williams: Beckman quickly to her feet.
Fury: So is Robertson.
The two exchange a look and once again lock up. This time Robertson gets the advantage and executes a body slam, quickly followed by a elbow drop and a pin himself.
Williams: Lamond Alexander Robertson trying to end this one now.. NO! Alex Beckman able to kick out.
Fury: Back and forward now between these two.
Both quickly jump to their feet once more. Each sharing a nod toward one another. They circle once more and again as they go for the lock up this time Robertson takes a page from Beckman’s book and delivers a knee lift to Beckman’s midsection.
Williams: Lamond Robertson with a knee strike of his own now into the midsection of Alex Beckman!
Fury: Fight fire with fire.
Robertson, wasting no time, quickly locks in a gutwrench suplex, hitting it on Beckman.
Williams: Robertson quickly picking up a stunned Beckman. Beckman sent into the ropes... on the return now.
LAR ducks his head but Beckman put on the brakes and takes him down with a side headlock. Robertson battles to get to a vertical base and begins to try and punch at Beckman’s gut in hopes to break the hold.
Williams: They continue with the back and forth!
Fury: Alex Beckman is just playing with him anyways.
Beckman refusing to break the hold. Lamond quickly comes up with another strategy. He turns sideways into Beckman.
Williams: German Suplex pin! That is one way to get out of the headlock!
Fury: Lamond obviously came prepared for this match tonight!
The referee slides into place.
Williams: Kick out at two!
Beckman slowly gets to her feet, Robertson rolls over and gets up as well, poised to attack. He charges at his stunned opponent, but Beckman catches him, bringing Lamond over with his own force to the canvas.
Williams: Judo throw taking Lamond down momentarially.
He rolls over and begins to get back up as Alex runs, leaping up with her legs. She wraps them around his neck yet again while grabbing his arm and pulling back as she twist down.
Williams: BTKO AGAIN! THIS TIME IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Michael just smiles as Alex keeps the hold locked on.
Williams: Lamond Robertson refusing to give up.
Fury: he already did earlier! just break his arm!
The referee starts to call for the bell, yelling for Beckman to release the hold. She finally does, rolling over and throwing her arms up as Best leaps to the apron and enters the ring. the referee hangs over the top rope, talking to the official outside of the ring.
Announcer: The winner of this match due to referee stoppage.... ALEX... BECKMAN!
Michael Best claps as Beckman just stands, arms crossed a smirk on her face now. Lamond Robertson holds his arm as he sits in the corner, the referee checking on him.
Cut backstage to the locker rooms.
The door swings open and out emerges the mighty Team Danger, dressed and ready for battle in a squared off twenty by twenty, they make their way towards the staging area. Along the way, they find Kate Kincaid, leaned up against a wall, with a mic dangling in one hand as she checks the manicure of the other. Team Danger pause and give each other a slightly amused look, then shrug before approaching the resident UTA mic stand.
She has no idea what’s coming her way.
Walker: Aye, wake up…
Greer: Team Danger’s here!
Looking over to find them walking toward her, she snaps to attention while snapping her fingers at the cameraman to get on task. Kincaid jumps to the mark as TD enters her space and stands on either side.
Kincaid: Kate Kincaid here backstage with Team Danger who are set to square off with the team of Zhalia Fears and one half of the UTA World Tag Team Champions, The Second Coming, collectively known as “2 Badass 4 A Name.”
Walker and Greer nod as they await a question.
Kincaid: This is your first big test since coming to UTA, and both of you have had a few words with Fears and Two-Cee, especially the Second Coming on Twitter.
Greer: So how about a few more, right?
Kincaid tilts her head slightly, almost like a shrug.
Greer: More importantly than that, this is our chance to build momentum towards our ultimate goal... The World Tag Team Championship.
Kincaid: It has been announced that you gentlemen will be in a Four Way for those very same titles on Wrestleshow. Is it possible that you’re looking past your opponents tonight?
Walker: What? Naaah. We already explained this. I mean, seriously, we may be tryin’ to walk amongst the righteous, but we ain’t never ever been…
Ty mocks a ‘white guy’ voice.
Walker: “Golly, gee whiz, guys, lets just hope for a GREAT match, okay? Wouldn’t that be a gas!?”
Ty fist pumps mockingly, with an even faker smile. Greer ‘hehs’ and shakes his head.
Greer: What he means is, we’re never going to shy away from telling it the way we see it. In this case, we are going to go out there and do whatever it takes to move one step closer to the UTA World Tag Team Championships. It may not be pretty and it may not be popular but it’s still going to end the same way, with our hands being raised in victory.
Walker: Winning is just a “Team Danger thing.”
TD pull their custom masks onto their faces as the muffled opening notes of Dead Celebrity Status’ “Shut it Down” can be heard from within the arena.
Kincaid: Team Danger is ready for action tonight, back to you at ringside, Jennifer and Dick!
The echoing beat of Shut It Down by Dead Celebrity Status begins to pound upon the eardrums, instantly bringing the audience to a simmering anticipation.
The curtains part and out steps on to the stage, the one, the only, the legendary tag team of terror, into a storm of exploding, and perhaps nostalgic, cheers as the opening chorus is heard. Stephen Greer is out first, followed behind by a half step by his blood brother 'til the end, Tyrone Walker. The terrible twosome stop at the edge of the stage, taking in the scene before them with subtle smiles adorning their faces as Greer begins rubbing his hands together and Walker bounces up and down on the balls of his feet.
Williams: Team Danger looking to add another win under their belt shere tonight as in their debut they absolutely destroyed the H-Town Hustlas.
Fury: They sent them packing back to Houston quick.
As the song hits a lull, they make their way down the ramp. Fans rush the guard rails, reaching out with their hands for even the slightest touch as Walker and Greer hit the aisle. Taking the left, Walker nonchalantly reaches out with an arm for the fans to slap and grab at, while Greer does the same on the right, the fans stroking and tugging on the pad that covers his lethal lariat arm.
Announcer: Hailing from Jacksonville, Florida.
Nearing ringside, Greer and Walker stop to peer into the ring and then all around, taking in the view of being surrounded by the crowd. Coming back around, Walker and Greer look to each other with a nod before both burst forward and dive in under the bottom rope.
Announcer: Weighing in at a total combined weight of Four Hundred and Forty Five pounds...
In ring action.
Announcer: They are the "King of Pain" Stephen Greer and the "Black Jesus" Tyrone Walker, this is TEEEAAAMMM DAAANNNGEEERRR!
Entering the ring simultaneously, they each make for one of the neutral corners. Greer throws up his lariat arm and pounds his chest with the other, while Walker throws his arms out wide and hollers to the crowd all around him.
Williams: The most anticipated team has arrived. Team Danger in the UTA. Who would have thought?
Greer and Walker drop from the turnbuckles and join each other in their designated corner as the music fades. Greer gets a little last minute stretching in, while Walker punches his fists into the palms of his hands.
Williams: Intergender tag action coming up here in the main event.
The arena goes dark as the lights are shut off and all but a lone spotlight shines down on the center of the stage. The air raid siren sounds off and Apex Predator by OTEP starts up, then immediately rifts into White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane.
Out of the back walks The Second Coming and Zhalia Fears, side by side, both sporting hoodies obscuring their faces with their focus down at the stage, 2C with her usual black hoodie while Fears has a #KushPush grey one. The tempo of the music continues as the lyrics for Apex Predator picks up.
Williams: One half of the UTA tag team champions along side of the former Prodigy Champion.
Fury: A paper champion who's only redeaming quality is La Flama Blanca allows her to hold his other belt and a wacko. Yea, great team here.
The two take several deep cleansing breaths then sprint together down the ramp to the ring.
Announcer: Hailing from New York, New York and the United Kingdom!
Zhalia Fears stops at the bottom of the ramp, leaping up on the barricade and tosses her hood back revealing her beaming smile to the cheering fans, while 2C steps up on the ring apron and on through the ropes.
Announcer: At a combined weight of two hundred eighty-two pounds.
There was no pageantry or fuss as the Second Coming steps through the ropes. She paces the perimeter a step away from the ropes like a caged animal, flexing her tape - covered hands and wrists as the lights start to come up. Meanwhile Zhalia Fears is slapping some hands and getting a few hugs with some fans at ringside.
Announcer: They are one half of the UTA Tag Team Champions, The Second Coming, and her partner 'Kimera' Zhalia Fears.... 2 BAD ASS FOR A NAME!
The fans cheer as Zhalia Fears slides into the ring and steps up behind The Second Coming as she unzips her hoodie, leaning over her from behind and shouting out to the camera 'We Miss you Kush!'.
Williams: This should be a great match up.
The music comes to an end as the two prep in their corner. Tyrone Walker nods a few times and decides to take position on the outside of the ring, as Stephan Greer stays on the inside prepared to start their tag team bout.
Williams: Stephen Greer looks to be starting things out tonight as is Second Coming.
Fury: The Kind of Pain is about to show The Second Coming a lesson in respect.
As the bell sounds Stephen Greer just stares at Second Coming.
Williams: Greer unsure how to approach the female Tag Champion
Fury: Easy... like you would any woman who needs to be put in her place.
Williams: Quick tie up in the middle of the ring. Greer takes control, pulling Second Coming into a side headlock. The King of pain using his strength here.
Second Coming pushes Greer forward, sending him running.
Williams: Greer off the robes. Second Coming drops down.
Greer leaps over Second Coming.
Williams: Off the ropes again. Leapfrog by Second Coming.
Both opponents turn around.
Williams: Second Coming with a drop kick.
The fans cheer.
Fury: Lucky shot. That's all.
Stephen quickly rolls over and gets to his feet. Second Coming slides around behind him, grabbing him around his waist.
Williams: Belly to back now, Greer struggling.
Second Coming attempts to lift him.
Williams: Suplex attempt by Second Coming, Stephen Greer able to roll behind her, breaking the hold.
Greer pushes Second Coming forward and into the ropes. As she returns he comes forward, arm out, hitting her hard.
Williams: HUGE clothesline by the King of Pain.
He quickly covers Second Coming. Zhalia screams from the apron.
Williams: Greer going for a quick pin, hooking the leg.
Fury: TOLD YOU!
Williams: Kickout at two by Second Coming!
Greer quickly rolls back and gets up. As Second Coming begins to rise, Greer comes forward, grabbing his head and dropping down.
Williams: Quick DDT by Stephen Greer.
Greer rolls Second Coming over.
Williams: Going for another quick pin. Kick out at one. The Second Coming is smaller than Stephen Greer, but she has heart like he has never seen before. I can gurantee you that.
Greer rolls down and pushes up again as Second Coming starts to get to her feet. Greer runs forward and leaps.
Williams: Bull dog... No!
Second Coming lowers her head just in time for Greer to miss going forward and landing with his legs out and ass to the mat.
Williams: Stephen just didn't get all of that.
Second Coming quickly drops to a knee and wraps her arms around the head and neck of Greer.
Williams: Second Coming now with a sleeper hold, attempting to slow down Stephen Greer's quick momentum.
Greer flails his arms a bit as Second Coming tightens the hold, pressing her knee into the canvas for more leverage.
Williams: Very nicely executed sleeper by Second Coming.
Greer tries to pry Second Coming's arms from his neck, but can't. His body begins to go limp.
Williams: This one may be in the books.
Fury: No way. It doesn't end like this!
The referee picks Greer's arm up, holds it then drops it. He does it a second time. Tyrone Walker begins to step into the ring.
Williams: This one is ov.. No.. Greer able to keep his arm up the third time.
He clinches his fist and begins to shake his arm. Second Coming's face is filled with surprise. Tyrone exits back to the apron. Greer pushes his feet on the mat, using it to raise Second Coming and himself up. He grabs his hands together and sends an elbow into the midsection of Second Coming causing her to loosen his grip.
Williams: A second elbow to the midsection. Stephen Greer is free.
He grabs the arm of Second Coming, and with his other free arm pushes her back into the ropes before pulling.
Williams: Irish whip.. Second Coming reverses..Greer is sent across the ring.
Second Coming runs after him, as Greer bounces off the ropes yet again, Second Coming leaps with a flying cross body block.
Williams: Second Coming connects!
As they hit the mat, Second Coming quickly hooks the leg of Greer and the referee drops.
Williams: Going for the pin. Kick out at two.
The fans begin to get rowdy, enjoying the quick pace both competitors have set.
Williams: Second Coming bringing it tonight, surprising Team Danger in the process.
Second Coming gets to her feet. She reaches down to grab Stephen, who quickly gets up, turns over, and grabs the arm of Second Coming while pushing her face first down into the mat. He holds Second Coming down as he pulls her arm back.
Williams: Arm bar by Greer, stretching that left arm.
Fury: This is what he is good at. He'll pick a apart of the body and systematically destroy it, keeping his opponent from being able to use all of his force.
Williams: Greer applying more pressure, trying to pull that arm out of her socket.
Second Coming struggles for a bit before turning the right side of her body over, and lifting up, grabbing the head of Stephen Greer, and pulling him over and down. Zhalia cheers Second Coming one.
Williams: Second Coming with the reversal into a cradle.
The referee drops and begins his count.
Williams: Kick out at two and a half!
Fury: Second Coming caught him by surprise there and almost stole a victory.
Both opponents quickly roll over and get to their feet.
Williams: Stephen Greer charges Second Coming. Drop toe hold by Second Coming!
Fury: He was running off of pure emotion there and got tripped up easily.
Second Coming quickly gets to her feet.
Williams: Second Coming backing into the corner, and now on the second rope.
Greer pushes up and turns around as Second Coming leaps off.
Williams: Double axe handle... Stephen Greer sidesteps and gets a fist into the stomach of Second Coming.
Greer places Second Coming's head between his leg and wraps his arms around her waste before lifting.
Williams: Greer going for a power bomb...
Fury: Break her in half!
Second Coming begins to punch Stephen Greer with rights and lefts. She then thrust her body back, falling down while taking him over.
Williams: Reversal into a Hurricarrana!
The fans go nuts as Second Coming stumbles a couple of steps and drops to a knee breathing heavy.
Williams: This match taking a toll on Second Coming. She needs to make a tag!
Zhalia jumps up and down, her hand over the top rope as Second Coming crawls toward her partner. Greer begins to get up, turning toward Second Coming. As he steps forward, Second Coming leaps up and slaps the hand of Zhalia Fears.
Williams: The tag is made!
Second Coming quickly rolls out of the ring as Zhalia grabs the top rope, pulls it down and uses it to launch her self up. Her feet land on the top for a split second before she leaps forward, throwing her legs out, wrapping around Greer's neck. She spins as she leans down, sending Greer flipping over.
Williams: HURRICARANNA BY ZHALIA FEARS!
Fury: IS THAT ALL THESE WOMEN KNOW HOW TO DO?!
Zhalia quickly rolls over and leaps to her feet as Stephen Greer holds his neck, pushing up himself.
Williams: Fears off of the ropes, on the return charging Stephen Greer now... The King of Pain forward meeting her with a hell of a lariat!
Zhalia Fears' body flips over his arm as he tears through her, continuing his momentum forward and leaping up to tag Tyrone Walker's outreached hand.
Williams: Stephen Greer rolling to the outside as Tyrone Walker leaps over the top rope and into the ring.
Fury: here we go!
Zhalia holds her neck, turning over. As she pushes up, Walker takes off. He leaps forward, grabbing her head and flipping over, bringing Fears down to the canvas.
Williams: Running Blockbuster by Tyrone Walker!
Fury: That was a blockbuster move!
He quickly pops up and forward with a forearm that misses The Second Coming on the apron as she leaps down to the floor out of the way. Zhalia rolls ver and begins to push up as Tyrone turns back to her, taking off again.
Williams: Fears under the arm of Tyrone Walker. Both turn... Zhalia with a kick... caught by Walker.
He just smiles at her with a cocky look. Zhalia smiles back before spinning up and around.
Williams: ENZIGURI! NO! Tyrone Walker drops her.
He shoves Zhalia away before she can land the enziguri. Zhalia flips over and slides across the ring, leaping up and tagging in Second Coming.
Williams: Second Coming back in the ring now
Tyrone Walker meets Second Coming with a boot to the gut before grabbing her head.
Williams: Tyrone Walker quickly takes control as he puts Second Coming in a side head lock.
Walker tightens his grip on Second Coming's head before breaking his right hand free enough to pull back and bring a stiff punch to her forehead followed up by a second.
Williams: Oh, wow. Tyrone Walker with two stiff punches to the forehead of The Second Coming, now repositioning his grip.
Fury: It doesn't matter Jennifer if it is a man or a woman when you step into the ring with Tyrone Walker. You instantly become his opponent, and he will hurt you. That goes the same for Team Danger in general. These guys are all business.
Second Coming tries to reposition herself, but Walker's headlock is tight. She moves her right foot up and brings it down across the top of his left toes. As Tyrone Walker lets go momentarily, Second Coming rolls around behind him, sliding her arms between his and up, locking her fingers.
Williams: Second Coming able to get free and maneuver into full nelson lock.
Tyrone Walker quickly throws his hands up to his forehead, locking his fingers. He moves to the left then to the right, maneuvering his left leg back behind Second Coming's as he bends down and goes into a roll, bringing her with him.
Williams: Walker escapes the hold, rolling up to his feet now.
The Second Coming quickly gets back up to hers.
Williams: Tyrone Walker charges Second Coming.. he leaps, grabbing her neck as he flips over... SUNSET FLIP NECKBREAKER!
Fury: Yes! That right there is why he is one of the best!
Tyrone Walker kicks up to his feet and throws his arms out in dramatic fashion.
Walker spits toward the crowd, waving them off as he turns back to Second Coming who is laying on the canvas holding her neck.
Williams: Tyrone Walker now violently pulling Second Coming to her feet by the neck.
As he pulls her to her feet, Tyrone Walker pushes her back by the chest as he runs forward and throws both legs out.
Williams: Double leg drop kick catching Second Coming hard.
Second Coming lays on the canvas, out, as Tyrone Walker points at her and begins yelling for the crowd to get loud.
Williams: Tyrone Walker hyping the fans up who are split between the two teams here tonight.
Tyrone Walker heads over and tags in Stephen Greer as Second Coming continues to lay in the ring.
Williams: Greer back in the ring now.
Fury: Second Coming is in a bad place.
Stephen Greer stomps over to Second Coming, violently pulling her up again by her neck.
Williams: The King of Pain in a pain giving mode.
He pushes her back, steps back and turns before coming forward with a hard clothesline.
Williams: HELLFIRE LARIAT BY STEPHEN GREER! GOING FOR THE COVER NOW!
Zhalia Fears quickly enters the ring as does Tyrone Walker. Both run and leap with forearm shots that take each other out as the referee's hand hits the canvas for a third time. The bell starts to sound.
Williams: It took more than many thought it would to keep their opponents down, but Team Danger has done it!
Announcer: The winners of this match via pin fall... TEAM... DANNNGGGEEERRR!!!
Zhalia rolls over, holding her head as she rolls up to her knees. Tyrone Walker grabs the ropes, holding his head as he uses them to pull himself up. Stephen Greer gets up, holding an arm in the sky.
Williams: I can tell you this, Team Danger never thought that Too Bad Ass would bring it like they did tonight, just like Zhalia and Second Coming couldn't take them seriously. But here we are.
Fury: How can you not take Team Danger seriously? that's like not taking Dick seriously! you always take Dick very seriously!
Zhalia scoots over on her knees to Second Coming, holding her as she stand sup, helping her to her feet. Greer and Walker bring it in for a side bro hug before turning to Too Bad Ass. All four competitors stare at each other in the ring. Team Danger smiles and nod their heads as a show of respect as their music cues up.
Williams: Well folks, tonight respect has been earned but at the end of it all, Team Danger stands tall. That's all the time we have tonight. We'll see you next week right here on Pure Sports Entertainment!
Fury: Good night!
Team Danger is seen exiting the ring, letting Zhalia and Second Coming have a moment with the fans as the copyright comes up and we fade to black.
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