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 go off as the camera changes angles. We get shots of the fans singing along to the sounds of the Godfather of Soul.
From the ring post, red, then blue sparklers begin to crackle up from tops. As the music fades out, the fans are even louder and we pan down to the commentator's booth where former VCW Champion, Dick Fury, and Jennifer Williams are standing by.
Williams: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another exciting episode of Monday Night Victory right here, live in the WrestleZone in Orlando, Florida! I'm Jennifer Williams and as always, I am joined by Dick Fury.
Fury: Dick is back... in Orlando, gotta love it!
Williams: We have another stellar show lined up for you tonight... Dick tell the nice people about tonight's show.
Fury: Dick loves telling people about the show...
The Monday Night Victory logo appears on your screen. Graphics involving tonight's in ring talent.
Fury: Tonight we will see the UTA debut of Eric Dane. Dane takes on Kendrix in singles competition. Cecilworth Farthington will be in action as he takes on Pin Smith.
Williams: Pin Smith looking to continue his winning ways before he takes on Perfection for the UTA Wildfire Championship at Black Horizon.
Fury: That has Match of the Night written all over it.
Graphic after graphic hits your tube.
Fury: Also in action this evening, Apollo Cain takes Leyenda de Ocho in singles competition. Alex Beckman faces a new face to the UTA, the Frenchmen Jacque Laroque.
Williams: You have to think, will Beckman be dominant tonight or could this be the first time we see Beckman lose?
Cameras swing all around the arena showing the fans still popping in the WrestleZone.
Fury: You know Dick's stance on women in wrestling... there shouldn't be. In our Main Event of the evening... Bobby Dean sqaures off with Lew Smith. That's sure to be... a match of some sorts.
Williams: Also, don't forget about Sean Jackson and La Flama Blanca... both men will be here tonight to discuss their showdown at Black Horizon. In that match Jackson puts his UTA World Championship on the line.
Cameras cut back to Williams and Fury.
Fury: This is the final show before Black Horizon, make this one count!
Williams: Don't go anywhere, folks! THIS... IS... VICTORY!
Backstage in the WrestleZone, the familiar backdrop of Monday Night Victory greets the eyes of both the Florida trailer trash in live attendance as well as the poor people around the world who couldn’t afford to watch it on anything but television. While the fans have no ability to boo the scene description, they have plenty of cause to get loud and rowdy as UTA subcontracted employee-- and interviewer to The Machine-- Cassandra Walsh steps into the shot with a microphone in her hand.
They aren’t booing Ms. Walsh-- they’re booing what undoubtedly comes with her.
Walsh: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined at this time… by The Machine.
As soon as she says the words, it heralds the arrival of the single most enviable stable in the history of the United Toughness Alliance.
Michael Best steps into the frame, suit looking fresh with his tie game on point. At his left flank, as always, is the BTKO Killer herself, the she-beast known as Alex Beckman. On the other side, John Sektor tries to smooth the wrinkles out of his cheap pressed grey suit, complete with a gold undershirt and a gaudy looking gold chain around his neck.
Finally, punctual as always, Cecilworth Farthington is the last to step into the frame. He tries to shoehorn himself in as though he’s been there the entire time, but Best is clearly staring right at him. He blinks, unamused, before slowly turning back toward the camera.
Walsh: Mr. Best, two weeks ago you--
Shaking his head, Michael slowly puts his index finger to his lips.
Best: ...shhhh. It’s quiet time.
He puts his hand softly down on top of the microphone, lowering it away from Cassandra Walsh. She looks confused, but silently takes a step back. Michael takes the center stage, where he goddamned belongs, and carefully takes the microphone away from his hired interviewer.
Best: BEHOLD, THE MACHINE. Does that work for you? No, that sucks. THE RISE OF THE MACHINE IS AT-- no, just gonna be more Terminator jokes. How about…
He stops for a moment, tapping his chin with his finger as though he’s in deep thought. It’s of course very over-exaggerated, like a mime or the reports of “hype” behind an All-Dynasty World Title match.
Best: ...you know what? Why don’t we skip the branding and just get down to the truth. Because I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that the truth is far more terrifying than anything you can cut up and put on the back of a cheaply made t-shirt.
He runs a hand through his hair.
It’s not so much because his head needed grooming, but because he had just spoken for several seconds.
Best: The truth is, there are not three people standing behind me… there is one Machine.
He gestures behind him, to the three cogs in The Machine. Though all three personalities are very different, all stand in solidarity of the cause.
Best: The truth is, The Machine is undefeated in the UTA. The truth is, at Black Horizon, The Machine will capture it’s first singles championship. The truth is, The Machine will win Ring King and bring some goddamned dignity back to the UTA World Championship. The truth is… that Dynasty doesn’t like these truths.
He shakes his head, adjusting his tie before continuing.
Best: Because you see, the TRUTH IS... that the era of coasting at the top of the card is OVER. The era of Dynasty claiming the top spot by default is OVER. I’m sure that La Flama Blanca is sitting in the Dynasty locker room right now, checking his watch to see how many minutes we’ve been in the UTA, but it doesn’t change the TRUTH.
A leering sneer comes over the face of Alex Beckman, as John Sektor pats Michael Best on the back approvingly. All four members of this group don’t need a microphone for ten minutes each to make their point, because they are a goddamned unit.
Best: Dynasty… they aren’t taking us seriously. They’re pretending like they don’t know who we were before we signed on James Wingate’s dotted line. But the truth, ladies and gentlemen? The truth is that while Dynasty basks in the overwhelming aura of bland toleration this company has for them, a new power is rising and it’s rising pretty damned fast.
He takes a step forward, more aggressively now.
Best: Dynasties END. The Ming Dynasty, the Qin Dynasty-- hell, the TELEVISION SHOW Dynasty… they all came to an end. It’s in the nature of dynasties to fall, and we are The Machine that will assure that Dynasty meets it’s… destiny.
He cracks his knuckles, the hunger in his eyes showing through to the camera and all of the people watching. Michael Best looks positively excited at the prospect of being the man to bring down the top dogs in the United Toughness Alliance.
Best: So please, continue to play at being a bunch of immortals. Continue to brush us away while you sit on your thrones and think that it’s going to last forever. I understand that the art of subtlety is lost on you people, and apparently I have to hit you over the head with a big fat brick to get through to you, so allow me to be blunt…
He cranes his neck toward the camera, pulling at his tie to get a little bit of room to breath. A layer of flop sweat has formed at the peaks of his forehead, a symptom of the hot lights and intense emotion in his voice.
Best: WE ARE GOING TO END YOU. You cannot stop it. You can not slow it down. In this war for supremacy you will soon find yourselves obsolete. You will watch us take your championships, you will watch us take your livelihoods, and you will watch us take your place. The fears of your fathers and your father’s fathers has come to live-- this is the era when man is truly to be replaced by machine, and we ARE that Machine. And yet you preach to the choir about how long we have been in the United Toughness Alliance, when in truth?
Michael looks at his watch, sneering into the camera as he pulls it off his wrist. Unceremoniously, he smashes it against the ground and grinds it into the concrete with his heel.
Best: ...perhaps you should ask how long you have left.
He flips the microphone sideways, as Cassandra Walsh becomes un-entranced long enough to awkwardly fumble and catch it before it hits the ground. One force-- one unit-- step out from the front of the backdrop, leaving the interviewer to stand awkwardly in front of the camera.
UTA Monday Night Victory resumes it’s regularly scheduled programming.
Crimson Lord is seen backstage dressed in a black Under Armor shirt, with a long black trenchcoat with a vampire skull on the back of the coat. He has jeans, with timberland boots on. His hair now a midnight blue, dark purple, and black hanging over his face drenched in water.
James Tidus and Carlos Bengate; two up and coming indies stars are chatting back and forth. Crimson just pushes his way in between them without so much as an excuse me.
Crimson stops and slowly looks over his shoulder.
Crimson slowly turns toward the two and immediately notices a Second Coming T-shirt on Bengate. Without any response and seemingly no provocation, Crimson quickly attacks Carlos!
Williams: Crimson Lord will take on Second Coming at Black Horizon, but it appears Crimson doesn’t seem to be in the cheeriest of moods tonight.
Fury: These two guys, Dick does not see them making it to the big time.
James has jumped in but his attacks hardly phase the monster. As Crimson tosses Carlos repeatedly into the brick of the hallway he stops if only for a second, acknowledging James attempt to save his friend. James offense is quickly countered by a vicious haymaker across Tidus’s forehead.
Williams: Crimson is assaulting these two young stars.
Fury: Mr. Tidus should of not opened his mouth Dick thinks.
Crimson mounts Tidus and starts to viciously assault him with punches. After a few minutes of the onslaught on the defenseless Tidus. Crimson stands up and looks over at Carlos who is slowly getting to his feet in immense pain. Crimson slams his foot in the face of Bengate. The back of Carlos head slams against the brick and he slowly falls to the ground.
Williams: My god please stop Crimson! You have made your point!
Fury: Dick wonders what The Second Coming thinks of signing that death certificate to face him at Black Horizon now.
Crimson stands over Carlos. Crimson looks down at him. He reaches down and begins to rip The Second Coming shirt off of him. Crimson stares at the ripped shirt and with a muffled voice says.
Crimson drops the shirt and walks off camera.
Williams: We need to get some help for those guys back there.
Fury: 2C how do you even expect to beat this monster?
We head back ring side.
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.
"If the bad times are coming, let 'em come!"
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, is a disgrace.
Fury: I think he's just a misunderstood young man, 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!
The lights drop and the crowd starts to buzz as a bluesy bass-riff plays over the P.A. system, as it comes to a crescendo it's accompanied by a pyrotechnic explosion as "Heavy is the Head" gets to the chorus and "The Only Star" bursts onto the stage.
Announcer: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from New Orleans...
Eric Dane makes his way toward the ring as Zac Brown and Chris Cornell work their way through the song.
Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hunderd and forty pounds....
He slides under the bottom rope and comes up spinning with both arms held out wide above his head, taking in the raucous reaction from the UTA fans in attendance.
Announcer: ERIC... DAAAANNNNEEE!!!
The song fades as Dane does a few last minute stretches, awaiting the referee to start the match.
Williams: Here we go, the first official match of the two thousand and fifteen Ring King tournament is about to be underway.
Fury: As much as Dick despises Eric Dane, this is the best way to make your in ring debut in the UTA right here. You have everything to gain and nothing really to lose.
Williams: I agree. If Dane can win his debut match, he will be one step closer to making a huge impact in the UTA in a short time frame.
Fury: But we can't count Kendrix out. This guy has been on one hell of a roll since coming into the promotion himself. What better title to compete for as your first, than the UTA World Championship?
The bell begins to sound as both men circle.
Williams: Here we go! The fans are on their feet as the action is about to begin.
Both men come forward and lock up.
Williams: Collar to elbow tie up. Eric Dane using his slight size advantage to push Kendrix back.
He forces Kendrix into the ropes, causing him to put his hands up. The referee warns Dane who releases him and takes one step back.
Williams: Dane releasing Kendrix now... quick jab to the eyes of Eric Dane by Kendrix!
Fury: Using the situation to his advantage there.
Dane grabs his eyes and stumbles as he turns away from Kendrix who comes forward with a couple of heavy forearms across his back.
Williams: Kendrix taking control now as he brings his arm across the back of a temporarily blinded Eric Dane.
Fury: You have to be aggressive like this. Especially with everything that is on the line in the Ring King tournament. Once you're out of the tournament this year, you are out. There are no wild cards.
Williams: Kendrix now standing Dane up. He pulls back.. heavy chop across the chest of Eric Dane.
Kendrix follows up with another big chop causing Eric Dane to stumble back a bit.
Williams: A third big chop... now Kendrix takes off. Off of the ropes and on the return... big boot crashes into the face of Eric Dane, sending him to the canvas.
The fans boo Kendrix as he waves them off, turning back toward Eric Dane who lays on the canvas holding his face.
Fury: This Kendrix cat is mean, and Dick likes it. You have to keep bringing the pain.
Williams: Kendrix with a couple of hard stomps to the lower back of Eric Dane before grabbing him by the head, and lifting Dane to his feet.
Fury: Now, if Eric Dane wins or loses this, he is still in that big tag match at Black Horizon in less than one week. How will his health be though if Kendrix continues this domination we are seeing?
Williams: It is a big IF to consider Dick. Dane needs to protect himself if for any other reason than to be able to go into Black Horizon at one hundred percent.
Kendrix drags Dane over, pushing him back first into the corner. Kendrix grabs the middle ropes and uses them to pull himself into the mid section of Dane.
Williams: Kendrix with those shoulders into Eric Dane's gut, trying to wear the veteran down.
Fury: Dick's impressed here tonight with Kendrix. It's no secret Dick and Dane have their own problems, but Eric Dane is no easy opponent. Unless you do like Kendrix is and stay on him, Eric Dane can be one of the most deadly competitors in the industry.
Kendrix comes forward with yet another huge chop across the chest of Eric Dane whom is still stuck in the corner.
Williams: Those chops, leaving Eric Dane's chest glowing.
Kendrix now begins to climb the ropes around Eric Dane, stopping on the middle. He holds Eric's head with his left hand as he brings his right fist down into the forehead of Dane.
Williams: Kendrix with repeated punches into the head of Eric Dane now.
The referee warns Kendrix who leaps back down to the canvas, turning and threatening the official momentarily, before placing his attention back on Eric Dane.
Williams: Kendrix now pulling Eric Dane from the corner.
As he directs him out of the corner, turning Dane around, Kendrix comes up with a boot to his mid section. He pulls one of Dane's arms under his legs, while his other up and back, before lifting him in the air and driving Eric Dane to the canvas.
Williams: Pump handle slam by Kendrix, who now covers Eric Dane.
The referee slides into position and begins to count.
Williams: Kick out at two by Eric Dane who is still in this folks.
Kendrix quickly gets up and into the face of the official, slamming his hand on his other three times rapidly as if to tell the referee it was a slow count.
Williams: Kendrix arguing with the referee after believing he had the three count there.
Fury: Kendrix has controlled this entire match, arguing with the referee may not be the best thing right now if he wants to keep that control.
Eric Dane rolls over to the ropes, using them to pull himself to one knee as he holds his back with his free arm.
Williams: Eric Dane trying to gather his bearings here in this tournament match.
Kendrix turns from the referee and sees Dane no longer on the canvas.
Williams: Kendrix takes off. He throws a boot out.. DANE MOVES!
As Eric Dane leaps out of the way, Kendrix's leg goes through the ropes. Eric Dane grabs the ropes on the opposite side, and uses them to pull himself to his feet. As Kendrix bring shis leg from between the ropes, Eric Dane heads toward him.
Williams: Kendrix turns.. Eric Dane connects with a quick right hand, now a left.
Eric Dane does a little shimmy before sending another big right into the face of Kendrix, sending him to the canvas.
Williams: Kendrix sent off of his feet there by Eric Dane.
The fans begin to cheer for Dane who grabs Kendrix by the head, and pulls back as he brings him up to his feet.
Williams: Dane hooking the tights of Kendrix.. lifts him up vertically.... big suplex by Eric Dane!
The ring shakes as the fans quake. Eric Dane rolls over and pushes up to his feet, soaking in th cheers.
Williams: Eric Dane now with a second wind here in this match up.
Fury: You just can not give Eric Dane a chance to recover. Kendrix is finding that out right now.
Kendrix pushes up to his knees as Eric Dane takes off, hitting the ropes.
Williams: Dane off of the ropes, and on the return.
He brings his leg up hard as he plows through Kendrix with a Shining Wizard.
Williams: Eric Dane with that patented Shining Star variation of a Shining Wizard, running through Kendrix.
Wasting no time, Eric Dane spins around and grabs Kendrix by the head, lifting him into an arch like position, with his feet on the canvas, and his head between the arms of Eric Dane. Dane grabs his tights and lifts him up and over, slamming Kendrix to the canvas with authority.
Williams: Quick inverted snap suplex from an arch by Eric Dane who refuses to slow down now.
Dane moves down toward Kendrix's legs, grabbing his left leg as he stands up. Dane lifts Kendrix's leg up, pulling his lower body off on the canvas, before driving his knee hard back down.
Williams: Eric Dane driving the knee of Kendrix into the canvas now with force.
Fury: You take away your opponent's legs, and it just makes it that much easier to keep them down.
Williams: Eric Dane lifting the leg again... plows Kendrix's knee into the canvas for a second time before letting go.
Kendrix holds his left knee as he rolls around on the canvas. Dane moves forward, leaning down and grabbing him by the head before pulling Kendrix back to his feet.
Williams: Eric Dane holds the head of Kendrix as he grabs his tights, lifting him vertically up yet again.
Fury: Look at the hang time there. Pure power and strength by Eric Dane being displayed.
Dane holds Kendrix up vertically for what seems forever, before dropping him straight down on his head with a stalling sheer drop vertical brainbuster.
Williams: The Stardriver! The Stardiver by Eric Dane! The fans are on their feet!
Dane covers Kendrix, hooking his leg. The fans count along as the referee's hand hits the canvas three consecutive times. The bell begins to sound as Dane gets to his feet,a nd raises a fist high in the sky.
Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall, and moving into the second round of the Ring king tournament.... ERIC.... DAAAANNNNEEE!!!!
Dane moves toward the ropes, putting a foot on the bottom and lifting himself up just a bit as he screams to the fans celebratory remarks.
Williams: Eric Dane will move on and face the winner of Marie Van Claudio and Samuel Owens who will face in two weeks, here on Victory.
Fury: Dick don't like Dane, but there's no denying he respects him.
Eric Dane continues to celebrate as we move from the ring.
Fears: Hello UTA land!
The smiling form of Zhalia Fears greeted the viewers at home and in the arena. However something was a bit off as the view was upside down; her hair standing straight up. Likely she set the camera up wrong. Technology and all that.
Fears: So I was hanging around back here and thinking. You guys know I beat the UTA World Champion last Monday, right?
The fans in the arena cheer in response.
Fears: Hah. Well okay, maybe beat is the wrong choice of words. I did win. At least that is the part that counts for the record books. Mind you I may not have been fully aware by the time that announcement was made...
With a shrug her hair continues to sway back and forth.
Fears: Right so. Well... I was thinking about this and realized something. Your former prodigy champion, never beaten mind you, does not even have a match at Black Horizon.
She smirks at the boo's that rang out of the audience.
Fears: The thing I should do right now is demand my title match, right? Or demand a title handed to me? Or was it you leave first then have it handed to you? I get those two confused. But that is how it is done, right? Demand my spot?
Zhalia grins and leans up (down) for a moment before dropping back down (up).
Fears: Dang feet are getting sore. Buuuut anyhow, I could do that. Sure. I mean I beat THE champion of UTA in a non-title match which should get me a actual title match in the near future. At least from what I have learned and come to know in this sport. So how about at Black Horizon - Blanca vs Jackson vs Fears!
The cheers grow but even while appreciating the response she shakes her head.
Fears: I would never push myself into a match like that. That is fine though. I will take to the sidelines, aka the front row, and cheer on my sister of the ninjatude attitude, The Second Coming.
She bends up (down) once more, then suddenly drops to her feet before the camera. Never once having it rotated or flipped, and standing upright in clear view. Yep, she was hanging around like a monkey. ... for some reason.
Fears: Sean, I do want you. Sometime. Be it if I have to make it through Ring King to earn an additional shot to pin those shoulders to the mat proper; or we manage to tangle up sometime between now and the end of the year.
Always the bright one she grins and laughs.
Fears: Right then. Good luck Sean. And good luck to you too the second to the Tag Team of the Damned, Tag Champ, La Flama Blanca. Bring the house down; do not do that Dynasty thing gentlemen.
With a smile she steps forward and hits the off button causing the clip to cut out.
We open up the scene with the camera focused right on a door with a plaque that says “Main Office.” The door opens and out comes CBR, followed by Perfection in a grey armani suit, white dress shirt, and gold tie. Once they exit into the hallway Wingate steps into the threshold as Perfection folds up a piece of paper, which he slips into his suit jacket pocket.
Wingate: I don’t approve of the way you guys go about your business, but it’s your business to take care of.
Perfection smiles wide with CBR smirking deviously behind him.
Perfection: I see this relationship going a long way, Jim. Our new found friendship can benefit us both, no need to resort back to former hostilities. This…
He taps his suit jacket.
Perfection: Solidifies our partnership.
Witherhold starts to turn to walk away just as Wingate opens his mouth.
Wingate: Don’t forget what you still owe me...Perfection.
The Wildfire champ stops and turns back with a snide grin. He nods, unconcerned and continues his walk away from the boss’ office. CBR still stands there with a smug look on his face smiling at the owner of UTA.
CBR: Thanks, Jimmy.
Ranier walks away in the same direction as Perfection leaving Wingate shaking his head.
Williams: More backroom deals between the head of the UTA and Dynasty?
Fury: Did you say backdoor deals? Reminds Dick of Shanghai, Eighty-Eight...
Williams: Well it makes me think that this cannot be a good thing.
When The Going Gets Tough by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Mike Best. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, Mike Best presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see either man.
Williams: The Machine live here at The WrestleZone.
Fury: Tonight they keep rolling on!
Cecilworth gives a regal wave to an unhappy audience, continuing to smile all the way down the ramp, oblivious to the negative reaction and the concept of human emotion.
Announcer: Hailing from Buckinghamshire, England
Mike Best hops on the apron and opens the ropes for Cecilworth. Cecilworth walks up the steps, dabbing his sweet cherub cheeks with his Farthington Family towel as he pivots into the action zone.
Announcer: Standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds...
Cecilworth climbs atop the middle rope, smiling and giving another regal wave towards the fans.
Announcer: Representing The Machine... CECILWORTH FARTHINGTON!
Cecilworth jumps off the ropes and turns his attention back towards Mike Best. Mike and Cecilworth have a small conference in their corner, violently gesturing in a variety of directions.
Williams: Cecilworth Farthington looks ready.
Mike Best steps out of the ring as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
Williams: This should be a good match.
Fury: This will be a great match like ONLY the UTA can bring you!
Without notice the WrestleZone becomes a party of flashing strobes and moving spotlights of many colors. The stage lights up from underneath as the video screen goes through an inspirational montage of sweet cars, flying dollar bills, fat booties bouncing. The PA ratchets up with a scientific sounding noise that reaches the apex as KING replaces the bouncing booties. All I Do Is Win by DJ Khaled kicks on over the airwaves.
Fury: Dick hates this music.
Pin Smith, dancing around on the stage from side to side, engages the crowd like he always does. Throwing his hand up, as the song indicates, and bouncing up and down, also indicated by the song. The Real Deal starts toward the ring with a beaming smile on his face, taking the time to slaps hands and receive the welcoming wishes from wrestling’s greatest fans.
Announcer: On his way to the ring… from Main Street, USA… by way of Sin City, Neveda…
King makes it to the ring steps, turning back to grab a few more high fives from the crowd. He rhythmically scales the metal stairs before popping through the ropes.
Announcer: Standing at 6’6” and weighing in at 220 pounds…
Pin quickly makes his way around the ring. He does some high knees and light jogging before gripping the top rope and stretches out his impressive limbs.
Announcer: “King”… Pin Smith.
The crowd pops slightly, more for the light show than the unknown in the ring. That causes 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.
Williams: Our second first round Ring King tournament match as The Machine looking to make an impact here with Cecilworth Farthington.
Fury: Look, it's not even close. Cecilworth takes this one, Pin Smith goes into Black Horizon and loses to Perfection, then he disappears into obscurity like if he was Esteban Awesome or The Kung Fu Mechanic. Another bland nobody who never really did anything.
The bell sounds to start the match.
Williams: As the bell rings, we get ready for Ring King action here. Mike Best watching on from outside of the ring.
The two men circle, their arms extended and their fingers twitching. Cecilworth raises his arms, challenging Pin Smith to a test of strength, which Smith accepts.
Williams: Test of strength here as both men trying to take control early on.
Both men trying to out power the other. Finally, it seems as if Pin Smith gets the upper hand as he forces Cecilworth's arms down toward his side before bringing his leg up, catching Farthington with a side knee.
Williams: Knee into the midsection of Cecilworth Farthington, followed by a side headlock by Pin Smith.
Smith clasp his hands together tightly to secure his hold, pulling his arm up under Cecilworth's jaw, tightening the lock around his throat.
Williams: Smith with control early.
Mike Best slaps the canvas, yelling for Farthington to get free.
Williams: Pin Smith using his power to hold Cecilworth steady.
Fury: Yes. Because a side head ok is such a devastating maneuver Jennifer.
Cecilworth struggles a bit before finally moving his leg in front of Pin's, and bringing his foot down on top of his aggressor's to break the lock.
Williams: Farthington stomps the toes of Smith and is able to get free. Rolls behind Smith, belly-to-back as he grabs him around his waist. Pin Smith struggles to get free... is able to pull Farthington's hands away.
Pin rolls under Cecilworth's arm and behind him.
Williams: Smith now behind Farthington, he lifts...German suplex to the canvas by Pin Smith.
The fans pop a bit as Mike Best yells at them to shut their dirty mouths. Inside the ring, Pin doesn't release Farthington, picking him back up.
Williams: Not releasing, another German suplex.
Fury: Come on now, we've already seen John Sektor go to Suplex city on someone else. Quit trying to steal The Machine's own tactics.
Pin refuses to release Cecilworth, picking him up again. However, this time Cecilworth just drops down into a sitting position, that breaks the hold.
Williams: Sit out by Cecilworth.
He turns around, grabbing the legs of Pin Smith and yanking back as he stands up.
Williams: Farthington takes Pin Smith down by his legs.
Cecilworth holds both of Pin Smith's legs directly up, pressing down on them to lift himself up. As he does, he throws his legs forward, and drops down.
Williams: Farthington dropping his legs down across the inner thigh of Pin Smith.
Fury: Dick thinks that was a little more toward the groin area. But hey, if the referee doesn't see it, it didn't happen.
Cecilworth rolls down. As he begins to get up, he pulls Pin's legs up with him one more time.
Williams: Cecilworth with pin's legs again.
He keeps them straight as the fans boo. Cecilworth just smiles as he leans back, dropping to the canvas.
Williams: Slingshot by Farthington. Pin Smith shot forward... and into the ropes.
As Pin slams into the top rope chest first, his body bounces up and back. He twist around as his footing is unable to be caught, causing him to hunch over as he turns. At this moment, Cecilworth rolls over and up, coming forward while grabbing his head and leaping up and down.
Williams: Smith into a swinging neck breaker by Cecilworth Farthington!
Mike Best claps outside of the ring to the disdain of the fans at ring side.
Williams: We started off with a good back and forward display, but now Cecilworth Farthington in control.
Fury: It's deeper then that Jennifer.
Williams: How so Dick?
Fury: In reality this match is a showing of how in reality, The Machine is in control of those who stood in the UTA ring before. Pin Smith represents them. While they will fight hard to show that they have earned their spot, The Machine will come back and show them that the best never was really here to start with.
Williams: That would include you though, wouldn't it Dick?
Fury: Nah babe. Dick's the greatest no matter where he is. Don't throw him in with the likes of Pin Smith.
As the two banter, Cecilworth rolls to his feet.
Williams: Farthington back up... quick elbow drop to the chest of Pin Smith.
Fury: Dick would say that kid has heart, except Cecilworth just smashed it into obscurity.
Williams: Farthington back up.. another quick and precise elbow drop to the chest of Pin Smith.
Cecilworth gets to his feet again. Mike Best claps approvingly outside as Cecilworth runs and hits the ropes.
Williams: Farthington off of the ropes and on the return...
He raises a fist up and stops briefly as he arrives at Smith, dropping down to his knees with the fist connecting with the head of Pin Smith.
Williams: Fist drop hits it's mark.
Fury: Maybe that knocked some sense into Pin Smith. Maybe now he'll realize this isn't the world for him.
Williams: Farthington pulling Smith to his feet now. So much is on the line here in this Ring King tournament match.
Holding Pin's head, he directs him toward the ropes. As they reach them, Cecilworth runs Pin's eyes across the top rope toward the middle of the ring. The fans boo loudly.
Williams: Cecilworth using the ropes to try and blind his opponenet.
The referee warns Cecilworth who turns to him and attempts to play dumb.
Williams: Oh come on Cecilworth, you know you can not do that.
Smith is on one knee, one hand holding his eyes, the other holding him up on the ropes. The referee continues to warn Cecilworth who is now arguing. He walks around the referee, who turns to follow him, continuing to warn Cecilworth to play by the rules. Behind them, Mike Best heads over, and crawls up to the apron. As he reaches in and grabs Pin's head, he pulls it out through the ropes. Best drops to the floor and pulls down hard, causing Smith to be choked across them.
Williams: Mike Best taking advantage of the referee being distracted.
Fury: THAT is how you become a great manager. Dick wonders if Mike can manage him in Red Line Wrestling. Idiots like Eric Dane would never be an issue again!
As the referee turns away from Cecilworth, Mike lets go of Pin and bends down, hurrying away. Smith falls back, dropping to the canvas holding his throat.
Williams: The referee now suspecious, as he should be.
Fury: Maybe he should pay attention then and do his job.
He points at best who throws his hands up and proclaims he didn't do anything. Cecilworth runs past the referee, grabbing the top rope and holding it as he begins to stomp the downed Pin Smith. The fans boo even louder.
Williams: The Machine bullying their way through this Ring King tournament match.
Fury: To be a true king of the ring, you have to show you are willing to do whatever it takes. That is what The Machine is doing here tonight and that is why the Ring King will be someone from The Machine. Mark Dick's words.
Williams: The referee now getting between the two, pushing Cecilworth away from Pin Smith.
As he does, Mike Best hurries back over. He reaches in and grabs Pin's head, pulling him toward the apron. Best then brings an elbow down across the forehead of Pin Smith before walking off just in time as the referee turns back around.
Williams: Mike Best continuing to skew the odds here tonight.
Cecilworth stomps over, grabbing the feet of Pin Smith, and dragging him back fully into the ring. As he bends down to grab Pin, Smith reaches up, grabbing him around his head and bringing him over into a cradle pin. The fans go nuts. Mike Best freaks out. It is wonderful.
Williams: Pin Smith with a pin... kick out at the last moment by Cecilworth Farthington!
Both men roll over and begin to get up.
Williams: Cecilworth to his feet first, charges Pin Smith. Smith drops down. Farthington leaps over him. Across the ring, off of the ropes again and on the return... Pin Smith catches Cecilworth into an arm drag!
However, Smith doesn't release as he holds Farthington's arm outstretched, applying pressure by placing his knee into the back of Cecilworth.
Williams: Pin Smith holding that arm tight of Farthington, stretching him.
Cecilworth plants his feet, and begins to push up, arching his back as he does, causing Pin Smith to try and hold on. As he raises, Cecilworth rolls under Smith's arm, pulling it backward, and into a hammerlock.
Williams: Farthington able to recover, not holding the arm of Pin Smith behind him.
Smith bends down and rolls back, reversing the lock into his own. The fans cheer.
Williams: Smith with the reversal. Farthington now using his free arm to bring his elbow back, catching Pin Smith in the face.
A second shot causes Pin to let go. Cecilworth runs forward and hits the ropes.
Williams: Farthing off of the ropes.. raising knee to the midsection of Pin Smith!
Fury: Cecilworth is just always on top of his game. Always better than those he faces and tonight is no different.
Williams: Cecilworth now following up with an European uppercut, catching Pin Smith.
Pin Smith stumbles backward. Cecilworth comes toward him, however, Pin grabs his arm in transition, and pulls back, sending Cecilworth into the ropes.
Williams: Pin Smith trying to gather himself for a come back, sends Cecilworth into the ropes. Farthington on the return. Pin Smith comes forward with a clothesline... Farthington ducks.
Both men turn toward each other quickly.
Williams: Pin Smith now forward with another clothesline attempt...
Cecilworth ducks, but this time slides his arms up and around each of Pin's, leaning forward, causing Smith to slide across his back and down to the canvas shoulder first.
Williams: Reversed into a pin attempt.. The referee counts...
Pin Smith kicks free, breaking the pin before three. The fans cheer. Mike Best yells in anger outside of the ring.
Williams: Farthington wasting now time as he gets to his feet. Pin Smith now getting up as well.
Fury: Dick thinks it's time for Cecilworth to just put this idiot away.
Williams: Farthington tired of playing, comes forward with a barrage of rights and lefts, backing Pin into the ropes.
Pin blocks a shot from Cecilworth, using the brief moment to reach forward, grab his head and send him face first around and into the turnbuckle.
Williams: Pin Smith slamming Cecilworth's head into that turnbuckle now.
Cecilworth turns around, back first into the corner.
Williams: Now following up with har rights and lefts into the midsection of Cecilworth.
Mike Best angrily stomps over, and threatening the time keeper who gets out of his seat. Grabbing his chair, he folds it and turns to head back to the ring.
Williams: Mike Best has that chair! If he uses it, Cecilworth will be disqualified!
Fury: Only if he gets caught, and Mike Best is too smart to get caught.
Mike quickly slides the chair into the ring behind the referee, running around the corner and leaping up to the apron. The referee turns to him, heading over.
Williams: Best now distracting the referee.
Pin Smith takes a step back, before turning and running toward Cecilworth.
Williams: Farthington drops down.. Pin Smith hard into the corner!
Cecilworth crawls forward toward the chair. As he reaches it, he grabs it and waits. Mike Best continues to keep the referee distracted as Pin Smith turns and heads toward Cecilworth.
Williams: Smith doesn't see the chair...
As Pin approaches, Cecilworth pushes up and turns around winging the chair wildly as it slams into the arm of Pin Smith who stumbles over and bumps into the referee. At this time the referee ignores mike Best and turns around in time to see Cecilworth bring the chair down across the head of Pin Smith. Immediately he begins to call for the bell.
Williams: The referee saw him! the referee saw him!
Mike Best's face is one of shock. Cecilworth drops the chair, yelling to the referee that it wasn't him.
Williams: Wasn't you? He saw you Cecilworth! You hit pin Smith right in front of the referee!
Announcer: The winner of this match via disqualification and moving to the second round of the Ring King tournament... PIN... SMIIITTTHHH!!!
Cecilworth begins to stomp like a kid throwing a fit, as Pin Smith rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, holding his head as he slides to the floor. Mike Best enters the ring to try and console Cecilworth as we get a repeat of the chair shot.
As we go back live, we see two of Dynasty's own jetting down the ramp.
Williams: Perfection and CBR are running down the ramp, CBR has a steel pipe in his hand!
Fury: That man just loves big long pipes in his hand.
Farthington and Best slides out of the ring wanting nothing to do with what is about to happen, as they exits Perfection and CBR slide in. Pin, who is now up, immediately goes to punch at Perfection but is brought down quickly when CBR slams the steel pipe into the same knee he attacked on Wrestleshow a week earlier.
Williams: Another shot to the knee of Pin Smith! I don’t know if he is going to be able to wrestle at Black Horizon at this point.
Perfection smiles and waves his hand at CBR to strike the knee again, and CBR does. Pin screams out in pain as the crowd reacts in a downpour of boos. The Canadian Star wraps the pipe against Pin’s throat with a knee to his back holding him there. James walks over to the ropes and yells for a microphone, the ringside attendant quickly brings one over to him.
IMPERFECT! IMPERFECT! IMPERFECT!
The crowd is chanting and booing making Perfection cease his talking. He begins to pace the ring, his agitation growing while CBR looks at Perfection shaking his head and mouthing "ignore them".
Williams: The fans here in Orlando doing the right thing and keeping Perfection's mouth shut.
Fury: And if you look down here Jen, I will give you a reason to open yours.
Witherhold decides to walk back over to the ropes and points at the fans in the front having a little back and forth before pulling the microphone to his lips still pointing at them.
Perfection: Some Ungrateful right over there just told me we “have no business here”..to “leave Pin alone”, Claude!
Perfection turns back to CBR before they share a little laugh.
William: And that fan is right! Save it for Black Horizon, Perfection. Have some pride at least.
Fury: No, get it over with now so Dick can go home early Sunday.
Perfection: Well, I do have business here, Pin. On Sunday, you and I will meet at Black Horizon to compete for MY belt! Not only do I want to make sure you're in PEAK physical condition...
He grins sadistically.
Perfection: But I also want to make sure that our match is fair- because fair business, Pin...is good business.
James reaches into his suit jacket pocket pulling out a folded white document. He holds it up, assuming Smith and someone in Orlando can read.
Perfection: I have here, by orders of my friend, James Wingate...a little deviation from our match at Black Horizon to ensure our match is fair…
The crowd starts to murmur in jeering.
Williams: What has he done now…
Fury: They’re going to wrestle here tonight, CBR is the special referee, the possibilities are endless.
Perfection smiles and nods towards CBR who let’s go of Pin Smith only to again hit him with the steel pipe on the injured knee. Pin rolls across ring in pain right in front of Perfection who looks down at him smiling ear to ear.
Perfection: Our match, Pin….is now…
He pauses, building anticipation of the good news to come.
Perfecton: A Submission Match.
Williams: What a cheat! No wonder they have been attacking that knee! I can’t believe Mr. Wingate approved this!
Fury: Okay, I officially love these guys as much as you love Dick, Jen. So much!
The crowd is hysterical in boos as CBR begins to walk over towards Pin to hit him again with the pipe. Then the crowd suddenly changes to a roar of cheering which stops CBR in his tracks.
Williams: What the?
The fans pop the roof off as “The King of Cool” Chris Hopper jumps over the barricade from the crowd. He slides into the ring and clubs CBR from behind, making him drop the steel pipe.
Williams: Chris Hopper! "The King of Cool" has just disrupted Dynasty's beat down and is trading shots with CBR!
Pin Smith spots the pipe just as Perfection does and both make a dive for it. Smith rolls to reach it first and kicks the pipe out of the ring - then sweeps Perfection’s legs out from under him.
Fury: Pin Smith saw Perfection eyeing that pipe and knew he had to get rid of it!
Perfection falls to the mat as the fans throw up a cheer. Smith rolls on top, still unable to fully use his knee, and hammers down a few shots before slipping to Perfection’s back and wraps his arms over his head. It’s not until he locks his fingers together and wrenches back that we get what’s going on.
Williams: Zugzwang! Zugzwang! Pin Smith has that submission locked in on the champ!
Fury: That son of a bitch! Pin Smith… FIRED!
UTA! UTA! UTA!
Williams: The champ wanted a submission match and tonight, he’s getting a taste of his own medicine.
CBR finally gets the upper hand on Hopper and connects with a desperate stomp to Smith’s beaten knee. Smith moans in agony as both CBR and Perfection slide out of the ring and regroup at ringside. Shaking their heads CBR picks his pipe back up before they head back up the rampway.
Fury: Just when things got good Chris Hopper has to spoil the fun.
Perfection turns back, a fire in his eyes, and mouths more vitriol toward “King” Smith, who is being helped up by “The King of Cool” Chris Hopper.
Williams: I‘m thankful the cameras can’t pick up what that man is saying. Perfection is just volatile.
Fury: Pin Smith is lucky he is conscious- Hopper just had to stick his nose in Dynasty business again.
Smith limps to the ropes, perching his foot on the bottom to alleviate the pain and leans his straight arm over the top. With Hopper trying to restrain him from hurting himself more, Pin begins to fire back shots at Perfection.
Williams: Perfection isn’t even half way up the ramp before these two want to start back up. CBR is now pushing Perfection back up the rampway.
The dialogue can’t be made out but Smith makes it clear what the hot topic is when he points at Perfection, then to himself, then to the middle of the ring before running both hands over his waist. Perfection spits toward the ring and laughs.
Williams: I think Perfection and CBR got a taste of what their sneak attacks feel like, Dick. But what does this mean for Pin Smith and his knee in a Submission Match at Black Horizon? Especially now that Perfection and CBR have done their damage to it?
Fury: Perfection wins, duh.
Jennifer puts her hand on the headset she has on.
Williams: I am being told Jamie Sawyers has caught up with Crimson Lord backstage.
Fury: Clearly people haven’t gotten the picture yet, Dick thinks Crimson does not want to be bothered tonight.
Williams: We go back live to Jamie Sawyers who is standing by.
Backstage Crimson Lord is staring coldly at Jamie and the backstage interview set.
Sawyers: Crimson I am glad you are willing to have a word with me and the UTA fans here in Orlando.
It's the obligatory cheap hometown pop for Sawyers.
Sawyers: You are coming off a hard loss in the tag tea….
Crimson interrupts immediately.
Crimson: ...Loss? I was never beaten!
Sawyers: Yes you were I am afraid to tell you.
Williams: Jamie this might not be a good time to develop a backbone.
Crimson: You are mistaken Jamie, for your sake I suggest you restate your opening to this little interview of yours.
Sawyers takes a deep gulp down his throat and stands by his opening statement.
Sawyers: As a journalist Crimson, please let me show you. Maybe you got caught up in the heat of the moment. Let me direct you to the monitor and what happened last week at Wrestleshow. Sawyers points at the monitor. Crimson slowly looks toward the monitor as a replay from last week plays.
Video replay from Wrestleshow last week
No sooner does the WTFc support staff send Tyrone Walker back into the ring, than the Second Coming mule kicks Crimson Lord, causing him to let go of her hair!
Blackfront: Hard clothesline by the Second Coming just sent Mister Fantastic to the mat! She covers Walker!
Ace: Haynes rolls up Crimson Lord!
The referee, along with everyone in the arena, counts aloud.
Crimson quickly grabs Sawyers by the throat.
Crimson: You meatbags in the truck turn this crap off NOW! Or I will snap his neck like a twig!
The replay is cut off quickly. Sawyers eyes are wide with fear. Crimson slowly removes his hand from Sawyers neck. He sntaches the microphone from Sawyers hands and faces the camera with a very cold, sadistic look toward the arena.
Crimson: Let’s get one thing straight I tripped over Haynes! I was never pinned!
The fans boo as Crimson even more enraged by their response.
Crimson: I said I tripped!! This is all The Second Coming’s fault, has she not low blowed me like a common cheat she is! I wouldn’t have tripped over Haynes!
2C gets a decent pop from the fans!
Crimson: What you meatbags like that, praise the hero! The hero that thinks she has a remote chance of beating me at Black Horizon! Those two meatbags I decimated earlier tonight joined a elite club. This elite club is called my Blood Legion! And YOU!
Crimson points at the camera!
Crimson: Ms. Second Coming I will make a charter member of at Black Horizon, when I drag your lifeless corpse up and down that ring in a pool of your own…
Crimson gets up close to the camera and shakes with rage as he says.
Crimson slowly backs from the camera and slams the microphone into the chest of Sawyers. Jamie gasp for air as Crimson slowly walks from him. Jamie tries in vain to get a closing statement.
Sawyers: Crimson Lord vs the Second Coming at Black Horizon fans.
Sawyers coughs a bit still trying to catch his breath before continuing his closing statement.
Sawyers: I wish you the best of luck 2C I…
Without warning Crimson has returned and viciously strikes Sawyers. He mounts Sawyers now and starts to unload on Sawyers now without remorse as Jamie screams in agony.
Williams: Come on! Someone stop this maniac! Jamie was just trying to do his job!
Fury: Dick told you to leave him alone but did you listen?
Crimson picks up Jamie, blood now coming from Jamie’s nose. Crimson viciously whips Jamie into the backdrop knocking it down with his collision. Jamie lies in rubble of the interview set. Crimson picks up the microphone from the ground and slowly turns sideways toward the camera and slowly brings up the microphone to his mouth.
Crimson: Yet another victim that has joined my Blood Legion, where is your hero UTA? Come out Two-Cee, or I will continue to build my Legion maybe next time I'll get to someone you actually give a [CENSORED] about!
Crimson drops the microphone and walks off camera. When they know it's safe, medical attention rushes to Sawyers aid.
Williams: Fans we will have news on Jamie’s condition either tonight later on during the broadcast or on Wrestleuta.com following Victory.
Fury: Better show yourself 2C, Dick knows this man is a man of his word.
Backstage, we see Lamond Alexander Robertson standing at the monitors watching Victory. He's dressed in a Scotland Rugby jersey with a pair of blue jeans and brown shoes, he wears the Prodigy Title around his waist, powerful arms folded across his chest. Lamond stands beside a couple of crew hands, watching the action unfold, sharing a couple of jokes with one of the production specialists.
Before any further jovial chat can be shared, the unmistakeable figure of Mike Best walks into the picture, dressed in a Greg Lauren suit and shoes with a wry smile across his face.
Best: Mr. Robertson, Prodigy Champion.
Robertson immediately turns to face Best, unfolding his arms and clenching a fist. He narrows his eyes, one hand on the title as if to keep it safe. Best steps forward a little, a couple of feet away from Lamond, safely out of reach of the Prodigy Champ.
Best: Oh, I just figured I'd say it one more time. You know, get it out for the record before it's all over next week. Here, I'll say it again: Lamond Alexander Robertson... UTA Prodigy Champion.
Robertson steps forward himself.
LAR: Oh aye, is that right? I heard what you had to say last week and if you think…
Suddenly Lamond drops down, his body going limp as he collapses to the floor below. The camera backs up to reveal the figure of Alex Beckman, a smirk across her face as she lowers her leg from a vicious kick to the back of LAR's head. Best steps over beside his client.
Best: If we think what, Lamond? I'm sorry, I didn't catch the end of that sentence. (Loud boos are heard in the arena)
He prods his polished shoe toe onto the Prodigy Title
Best: ...as long as we are committing things to memory, Mr. Robertson, maybe this is one more Kodak moment for the scrapbook. This thing you're feeling? This helplessness? This is what my client does.
He leans down, brushing the hair from LAR's face, an insincere smile coming over his face.
Best: This is what she did to you on the night of her debut. This is what she's going to do to you at Black Horizon. And that Prodigy Title that you cling so desperately to? Well, my client is going to--
Before Mike Best can finish the last statement, a gruff cough comes from behind him, the camera panning around to see the figure of Ron Hall, dressed in the usual attire. Jeans, a pair of Reeboks and a USA Olympic Wrestling T Shirt, standing behind Best and Beckman, the crowd in the arena lifting to a high volume cheer.
Hall: If you think that either of you are walking out of Black Horizon with that belt…
Hall: You’re only fooling yourselves!
Best turns to face Hall, holding his arm out to stop Beckman from moving forward.
Best: No need, Alex. You handled the champion, so allow me to deal with the third wheel.
With a snide smirk, Michael holds his hand out for a gentleman's handshake.
Best: I don't believe we have met. Do you work here?
He speaks the words intentionally condescendingly, clearly knowing who Ron is and why he's here. Hall doesn't look impressed, as he takes a step forward with intensity in his eyes.
Hall: We're trying to be funny are we? Didn't they teach you any manners in that developmental territory you came from?
Best: The territories? Oh, you poor thing. You probably think it's 1983 and we're in a Bob Evans right now, don't you? Let me tell you something, hotshot..
Michael leans in close, gritting his teeth as he pokes Hall directly in the chest. The tension is palpable.
Best: I'm sure you were really something back when white folks had their own bathrooms, but you're looking at a real Hall of Famer and you'd better show me some goddamned respect before you get yourself hurt.
At this point, Hall’s glasses come off, his face tightening up. His tone is the calm before the storm, and he’s absolutely furious.
Hall: How cute, how unoriginal. You--
He aggressively puts his finger into Best's chest.
Hall: ...are the wanna be from the minor leagues, trying to be a star in the UTA… the major leagues!
His voice starts to rise a little, giving away what's going through his mind.
Hall: Let me offer you some advice about this "old man" no one bothered to give you. You need to get out of my face before something bad happens to you. I'll hurt you and enjoy myself while I'm doing it. You AND that little transvestite who wormed her way into my title match.
Best: Oh really? Cause I’ve got ten grand at Black Horizon that says you can’t.
Just then, Beckman slips free of Mike Best’s arm and goes for a right hook to Ron who side steps and launches a vicious Country Chin Music back! Beckman dodges it instinctively, leaving Ron's foot to hit Mike Best square in the jaw! The Hall of Famer stumbles back and drops to the ground, crumpling into a heap. Beckman stands back defensively, her fists clenched as she looks down at her manager and mentor, her eyes full of concern.
Ron stops for a moment and notices Beckman might be ready to test the UTA Hall of Famer. He stares directly at her eyes, without a hint of humor in his words.
Hall: Next one has your name on it little girl.
Alex Beckman's lips part as if she's about to speak, but pauses, steadying herself and turning to help her stablemate up. As she turns, the camera pans back to see the enraged figure of Lamond Robertson on his feet, Prodigy Title on the floor beside him. He quickly rips the jersey off of his chest tossing it aside as his chest heaves up and down with adrenaline coursing through his veins. Robertson's lips part and what can only be described as a warcry escapes his lungs.
Beckman instinctively rolls to the side as the large, violent frame of Lamond Robertson comes driving forward, head down. Missing his target, the sound of wrenches, metal, wooden pallets and scaffold crashing on concrete is heard echoing around the hallway as LAR has viciously speared Ron Hall into a wall!
Getting to one knee, looking down at the carnage and pausing for a moment of reflection, Robertson wipes a small trickle of blood from his lip, other fist planted on the concrete floor. He gets to his feet, realising what's happened and turning to face Beckman...but...she and Mike Best, are gone. Robertson thinks for a moment, turning back to Ron Hall, leaning down to help him up then instead taking the Prodigy Title. He waves to some staff walking past to come help and backs away from the scene, walking back down the hallway, looking back for just a second.
Punch-Out by Rob Miranda begins to play. Ocho steps through the curtain as bright green beacons of light swirl around the arena.
Williams: Here comes UTA's resident underdog, Leyenda de Ocho!
Fury: You never know what to expect when this kid wrestles - sometimes he'll do something crazy, other times he'll just crash and burn.
LDO raises eight fingers in the air before uncharacteristically walking down toward the ring. As he approaches the ring steps, he pauses to fist-bump a few of the front-row fans.
Franklin: Hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS!
LDO climbs the steps and uses the top rope as leverage to nimbly hop over and into the ring.
Franklin: Standing at FIVE FEET, EIGHT INCHES TALL and weighing in at ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-EIGHT pounds...
LDO bounces from foot to foot.
Franklin: Leyenda de Ocho!
LDO raises those eight fingers once again and soaks in the crowd response. He returns to hopping from foot to foot.
Williams: He looks as agile and intense as ever!
LDO kneels in his corner for a moment, looking at the ground an saying something to himself the camera doesn't catch before hopping back to his feet.
Williams: LDO has been rather upset as of late, more specifically with the booking executives.
Fury: Maybe the kid is finally tired of being the corporate comedic entertainment for them.
Williams: The fans love Leyenda, he has had some great wins over some giants in the UTA. He is up against another in Apollo Cain already in the ring.
Fury: Yea, seems like its always the giants on their way out.
The ref calls for the bell as Apollo towers over LDO. They lock up and Apollo just tosses LDO halfway across the ring. Ocho looks up at him a bit taken back as he gets back to his feet again.
Williams: Apollo throws his power out there. Leyenda is no stranger to this type of treatment.
Fury: Ocho is going to get squashed here! He clearly is outmatched yet again!
LDO locks up again with Cain, and yet again Cain shoves the luchador to the ground. LDO slowly gets to his feet. Cain just taunts LDO to try again. Apollo waits for the lock up just as he tries LDO starts to rapidly kick at both sides of Cain’s legs. Soon to follow with punches across the face. He gets Cain up against the ropes and tries to throw him off the ropes but Cain stops him.
Williams: LDO trying to amount some sort of offense here.
Fury: Keep trying little man it will all be for naught!
Cain quickly swings for a clothesline. LDO ducks Cain stumbles toward the middle of the ring. LDO exits the ring to the apron. He hops on the ropes and launches himself in a 720 DDT!! Cain is caught off guard and knocked down! LDO quickly covers!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT !!!
Ref: 1..2.. Massive kick out!
Ocho quickly gets up and hops outside to the apron. LDO runs to the turnbuckle climbing to the top turnbuckle, perched for Apollo as he gets up. Ocho launches off the top rope!
Williams: Flying Neckbreaker!! Ocho is pulling out all the stops !!!
Fans: LDO, LDO, LDO!!!
Fury: Dick can’t believe Dick’s eyes. Ocho is all over the place. Cain can not even get set before this pinball is already flying toward him!
The fans are firmly behind Ocho as he stumbles to his feet after that tremendous move! Ocho motions for Cain to get up as he waits for Cain to get up..
Williams: Leyenda tries a side kick its blocked by Cain! ENZUGURI!!
Fury: Cain is completely off his game. Dick is astonished!
Ocho hops onto the top rope. Ocho quickly gets his balance on the top rope. He launches himself to the prone Cain on the mat with a 450 splash!
Ref: 1….2……2 ¾ shoulder roll!
Ocho looks around to the fans who are chanting his name. Cain slowly gets to his feet and stumbles into the corner. Ocho charges Cain!
Williams: Here comes Ocho!
Cain catches him mid air and tosses him up.
Fury: HAHA Cain finally caught him…what the…
Williams: Cain I think was trying to throw Ocho over his head to hit the turnbuckle. But Ocho landed on the top turnbuckle what agility by the 8-Bit Legend!
Ocho lands on the top turnbuckle quickly gaining his balance Cain turns around…
Williams: SHINING WIZADO from the top rope UNBELIEVEABLE!!!
Fury: Cain how are you letting this man do all this to you…DO something!
Cain is down once more! Ocho is just all over the ring he runs to the turnbuckle and hops on the turnbuckle again with ease! He leaps off with his Corkscrew lionsault!
Fury: Dick can not believe this Ocho just upset Apollo Cain!!
Ocho gets to his feet as the ref raises his hand even LDO is shocked at the outcome.
Franklin: The winner of the match Leyenda de Ocho!!!!
Williams: Leyenda is quickly becoming the Giant Slayer! Ocho over Cain in a huge upset.
Fury: Dick can’t believe this little guy pretty much dominated Apollo!
Williams: Wingate and his staff better start taking LDO more serious. After this win Ocho deserves more respect from them, then he is getting right now.
Ocho exits the ring slapping hands with fans on his way up the ramp stoked at the win.
Apollo stands to his feet, disappointed at his loss.
Williams: Apollo Cain was shocked here tonight fans in a huge ups..
Board up the House by Genghis Tron hits, the crowd quickly start booing as Crimson Lord quickly steps from the backstage and power walks to the ring.
Fury: Dick thinks Cain’s night is about to get even worse now.
Williams: What is this man doing out here? Hasn’t he done enough already?!
Crimson grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He steps over the top rope and gets in Apollo’s face. Apollo isn't backing off, but quickly is stunned when Crimson drives a throat uppercut to Cain causing him to stagger back.
Fury: Crimson is now all over Apollo.
Crimson knocks Cain down, and quickly picks him up and sets him on the top rope.
Williams: BLOOD LUST! This man has been leaving a trail of bodies all night and now Cain appears to be his latest victim.
Fury: Another victim of Crimson’s Blood Legion. Dick thinks 2C needs to get out here and now.
Crimson stands over Cain then looks out to the crowd with disgust. As the crowd continues to boo him, Crimson picks up Cain and tosses him over the top rope to the floor as if were a sack of potatoes. He walks over to the other side of the ring and motions for a microphone. He snatches it from the staff member, giving off a cold stare toward them.
Williams: I have never seen Crimson this violent before.
Fury: Shades of the old days of the UTA.
Crimson walks to the center of the ring and gathers his air for a moment. He listens to the fans showing their hatred for him. He raises the microphone to his mouth.
Crimson: Wingate! Bring the lambs out to be slaughtered!
Crimson drops the microphone and stares coldly at the entranceway.
Williams: I don’t have Crimson Lord in a match tonight?
Fury puts his hand on his headset and seems to be getting instructions from backstage.
Fury: Dick has just been notified that Mr. Wingate made an impromptu match for Crimson to take his rage out on... It's Crimson Lord in a Gauntlet Match!
Williams: Hasn’t this man done enough tonight. He shouldn't be in a match. He should be getting escorted out of the arena!
Lester Gangress runs to the ring. As he enters the bell rings and Crimson quickly levels him with a boot to the jaw. He quickly picks up Lester, lifting him up into a stalling suplex. He twists him in mid motion and drives him down in a version of a spike piledriver.
Fans: Holy Shit, Holy Shit!
Crimson puts his foot on Lester the ref counts 1...2...3.
Williams: What a vicious move by Crimson.
Fury: One down five more to go.
Tain Levish heads to the ring, not thrilled to be a part of this match. Crimson decides not to even wait for him to get in the ring. As he reaches ringside Crimson clotheslines him, nearly knocking him out. Crimson enters the ring and within seconds he has Gangress up in a gorilla press and throws him over the top rope!
Williams: Crimson just launched Lester over the top rope onto Tain!
Fury: He is not done he is leaving the ring.
Crimson hops to the floor and grabs Lester and violently throws him into the guardrail. He screams in pain, Crimson grabs Tain and throws him with force into the steel steps. He screams in pain upon impact.
Williams: These guys are completely outmatched. Is anyone in this match going to pose an actual threat to Crimson?
Fury: Ya think!
Crimson tosses Tain into the ring, and quickly slides under the bottom rope. He picks up Tain and grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat and slowly puts his foot on Tain 1….2…..3!
Williams: Rest assured Crimson 2C is not going to be this easy!
Fury: Are you delusional?
Dennis Strombli heads to the ring, Crimson leans in the turnbuckle clearly bored at the competition. Dennis reluctantly enters the ring as Crimson’s last two victims have not moved. Crimson pulls himself away from the turnbuckle and walks up to Dennis and looks down at him. Dennis reluctantly looks up at Crimson who has a sick smile on his face. Dennis kicks Crimson and starts to punch away Crimson just seems to take it. Dennis starts to drive Crimson back!
Williams: Not everyone is afraid of you Crimson!
Fury: You clearly are delusional, Dick sees Crimson is just toying with this man.
Dennis has Crimson against the turnbuckle and Crimson is trying to shake the cobwebs. Strombli looks to the fans for approval as he backs up and starts running full throttle toward Crimson. Crimson quickly turns sideways and Dennis lands right on Crimson’s shoulders.
Williams: Ow! BLOOD STAIN!
Fury: Stick a fork in him, he's done!
The ref counts to three, and Crimson just laughs as he stands over Dennis’s body. Crimson steps on top of Dennis’s prone body to walk to the center of the ring. Crimson is completely disrespecting his competition. Crow Barlen runs to the ring and hops on the apron and quickly gets to the top rope and launches himself toward Crimson.
Williams: BLOOD DELICACY! HE CAUGHT HIM IN MID AIR MY GOD!
Fury: Poor 2C. Dick thinks this is what is going to happen to her at Black Horizon.
Crimson grabs the microphone as Yolo starts to head to the ring. Crimson while breathing little harder than usual talks in the mic.
Crimson: Yolo is it? You are lucky tonight, I am bored senseless here so I am going to let you come out with the final member of this gauntlet. Let’s see if two of you can at least give me a challenge.
Crimson drops the microphone as Yolo looks around and then looks to the back. Fox Thingless steps from the back. The two look at each other trying to muster the courage to face their pending demise and then to the fans for approval. Together after a moment, they race to the ring. Crimson eagerly waits for them to get in the ring.
Williams: The final two men in this gauntlet match and Crimson wanted to make it a handicap match.
Fury: Watch how fast this ends.
The two slide under the ring and begin to assault Crimson knocking him back against the ropes. They throw him off the ropes, Crimson returns and clotheslines both men. Crimson stands between the two men and drops a double elbow drop on the two. He flips them over on their back and locks in a double Columbian Necktie!
Williams: The ref is calling for the bell but this psycho is not releasing his submission move!
Genghis Tron plays on the PA as the ref tries frantically to get Crimson to break the hold. A crazed look has come over Crimson’s face as he pulls back even further back.
Fury: Have a look at the four deadly moves you will have to avoid at Black Horizon 2C. Dick feels you are completely out of your league!
Crimson finally releases the hold the ref gets in his face complaining about not breaking the hold. Crimson stares coldly at the ref before laying the ref out with a vicious cross. Crimson stands over the ref with a diabolical laugh.
Williams: My God! Without Lady Gaze by his side Crimson is completely out of control! It appears no one is safe tonight from his wrath.
Fury: Dick sees in those eyes that no one is home. Clearly The Spawn have contained Crimson Lord all these months. Now it appears his rage has come to the surface.
Static fills the air, followed by an air raid siren.
The fans cheer, as one half of the UTA World Tag Team Champions enters the arena. The Second Coming stops at the top of the entryway and waits, allowing the reaction to build.
Williams: I was waiting for this, Dick - maybe now we’ll get some more details on her match with Crimson Lord at Black Horizon next week.
Fury: What’s to discuss? She hit Crimson Lord in the dick.
Williams: You can’t say that!
Fury: Dick can say dick whenever Dick wants. Dick has it in his contract.
The Second Coming walks to the ring, slowly and deliberately. She has her championship belt over her shoulder and her eyes are focused down. All the fans at ringside reach out to touch her or slap her hand, but she remains both physically and emotionally detached from their reaction.
Williams: She showed us quite a bit last week in the four way match, ultimately earning the decision for her team.
Fury: Lucky for her, she’s still useful. One misstep and the rest of Dynasty would’ve taken the loss of a belt out on her.
Williams: She - all eight of them - wrestled to the peak of their ability, and beyond. You can credit the Second Coming and La flama Blanca for pulling it off, but can you blame any of the other teams for the loss? Or 2C or Blanca if they hadn’t lost?
Fury: Yes. Dick can blame anyone he wants.
2C retrieves a microphone from the timekeeper and slides under the bottom rope. She climbs to her feet, pulls her hood from around her head, and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, facing toward the entryway.
The Second Coming: One more week, Crimson. One more week, and I have my showdown at Black Horizon.
2C: My showdown with you. Just you. And I know, you put out the open challenge, but the irony of it, Crimson Lord… is that this match isn’t about you. You don’t matter.
The fans also buzz at this statement.
2C: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.
2C: I didn’t mean to say that you don’t matter, Crimson. What I meant… was that you don’t matter.
Fury: Dick is confused.
2C: This match started with you putting out an open challenge, Crimson… but this match… isn’t about you. This match is about me, getting a chance to showcase my skills in front of the UTA audience on a grander scale.
She adjusts the title belt over her shoulder.
2C: If you’ll indulge me for a second, let me take you on a little journey.
Fury: Dick remembers this from junior high. Will she show the film, too?
Williams: Will you be quiet?
2C: There are thousands of professional wrestlers in the industry, and a hundred or more try to break in every week. Some are lucky, some aren’t so lucky. Some have all the ability in the world, and some need to bend over and hand a promoter a flashlight to find their hidden store’a talent.
The fans cheer at the statement.
2C: Regardless of that, talent will always feel the support from the fans. I feel the support from you guys, and I appreciate it.
2C: But there’s another side to this sport. There’s the side that tells me that Dick Fury is moving to the booth and he needs to look good in his farewell. There’s the side that says Bobby Dean is making a return to the sport, and he needs to look good in his return.
She rolls her eyes.
Fury: Dick gave that bitch the best years of his life.
2C: Is there any appreciation shown for the work I do? The office gives me a shot at Conrad Teller’s Wildfire Championship, and I managed to come out on top. In what was his last match anyways, so it wasn’t really a matter of ‘Let’s show some appreciation to a hard worker,’ it was ‘The match is signed; might as well. She’s as good as vacating it.’ And I became the Wildfire Champion. Until my first defense: which was against nine opponents.
Williams: It’s been bad luck, no doubt. Where is she going with this?
2C: It was an improbable year, with what amounted to nothing to show for it. And this year didn’t start off much better. ‘Hey, we’ve got some marginally talented chick in a mask, let’s see what she can do.’ And ‘hey, there’s a whiny, bitchy, baker boy that we think could give us some main events. Do your thing.’
She adjusts the title belt over her shoulder.
2C: Then we got to All or Nothing, and this title belt that should be a validation of everything that I’ve worked for over the past year.
And she looks at it.
2C: Except that it’s not.
And it’s hoisted back over her shoulder.
2C: Me and Eddie work well as a team, and we’ve come to a place where we’ve got mutual respect for each other’s work, but the rest of his Dynasty playmates - incidentally, the holders of three quarters of the title belts that aren’t mine - seem to think that Eddie won and defended these belts all by his lonesome, and seem to think that if they ignore this team, it doesn’t exist. Every other team dismisses us as the longshots to win anything because we come from different places in this company, except for the fact that we win everything.
She drops her head in faux - exasperation.
2C: And as we move to Black Horizon, every Champion is booked to wrestle… except for the Second Coming.
Williams: She has a point with that.
2C: Until now, and Crimson Lord’s open challenge.
The Second Coming holds onto the belt as she hops down to the canvas.
2C: Y’see, there’s two other types’a wrestlers in this sport. There’s the wrestlers who are given every chance t’succeed… and wrestlers who have to take the opportunities.
2C: Crimson Lord is a UTA Hall of Famer and a former UTA Champion. Even if he’s a predictable, lumbering idiot of a man… being a former Champion and a member of the Hall of Fame means that a win over him will mean something. Crimson, I’m glad you flattened me after you were eliminated from the four corners match last week. Not only did you make me and Blanca’s eventual victory even more decisive, but you’ve given me focus. You’ve given me something to overcome.
The pacing stops, and the Second Coming stares straight down the camera.
2C: I’ve never asked anyone to give me anything in this sport, and nobody ever has. So now… when I'm finally able to take a spot on a UTA Pay Per View event to show what I can do... you don't matter. You could be any opponent at all: I'm going to take the opportunity.
The Halk-O-Vision goes to fuzz, and 2C looks up at it. Soon after the camera hits a ground view and a commotion in the background is heard.
Williams: Someone’s taken offense, I think.
Fury: Dick can’t figure out why… with her sparkling personality
2C’s eyes widen as she sees Fears fall face first, blood coming from her mouth. The camera shakes as it picked up and point upward to a chorus of boos once again its Crimson Lord.
Williams: This maniac is back again!
Fury: Does he finally have your attention, 2C??
Crimson: I am unchained, unbounded by the shackles The Spawn gave me. The glorious hero of the UTA FINALLY….FINALLY! appears to answer for her crimes.
The camera shakes as it is moved around again and placed once more in its original position. Crimson’s hand has a hold of Zhalia’s collar. He drags her toward the wall the camera is facing. Crimson leans her back against the wall. Her head gently resting on her chest. A stream of blood coming from her mouth. Crimson sits next to her with his knee up and his left arm resting on his knee. He puts his arm around Fears.
Crimson: Do I have your attention now Two-Cee? Lets see if you really do give a shit about your supposed “best friend” or is it all about you hero?
Crimson reaches in his coat for a envelope, he pulls it out with his left hand. He shows envelope to the camera.
Crimson: Much as everyone fails to see I do have a heart. So I will give you two choices. One you meet me at Black Horizon….and you have seen what I am fully capable of tonight. Or, In this envelope is the contract you signed to face me at Black Horizon. Do the humane thing and burn it! Or I will mangle your body worse then..
Crimson pulls his right arm from behind Zhalia’s head and grabs her hair and pulls her head to face the camera.
Crimson: Your so called “friend.” Make the right choice Two-Cee!
Crimson sets the envelope on Zhalia’s lap. He sits up and walks from the camera, Zhalia slouches over to her right side as the envelope falls from her lap.
Williams: The Second Coming just left the ring, and she's sprinting to the back! Hopefully she's not too late, and we can get some attention for Zhalia!
Fury: Dick would love to give her some attention.
Williams: Now's not the time!
You can hear the heart-wrenching cry echo throughout the hallways, a pitiful wail of the utmost pain. It emanates from the assigned locker for the trio, Bobby Dean, Mikey Unlikely, and Will ‘The Thrill’ Haynes - Team #WTFC. Inside, Bobby Dean is crouched on the floor, crying as if someone had just killed his best friend.
Bobby Dean: NNNNnooooooooo! He killed him!
Mikey and Will share a pained look, neither of them wanting to see their close friend in pain as Bobby leans over the remains of Bobby Clean, a bottle of industrial strength super glue in hand. Putting pieces that don’t fit together, forcing them together with the glue as Mikey and Will try to console him.
Mikey Unlikely: Awww come on buddy, how about we go and get you a new Bobby Clean?
Will Haynes: Yeah, Bobby Clean 2.0! Bigger, badder, better! It sucks what your momma don’t!
Mikey Unlikely: That doesn’t make much sense…
Will Haynes: It doesn’t have to! With a tagline like that who wouldn’t buy it?
Mikey Unlikely: Good point!
Bobby Dean: Nnnnnooooooo! There was only ONE Bobby Clean! And they killlllled him!
Bobby, having put the majority of it together, gently lifts it up off the ground, a small smile creeping on his face. Suddenly it crumbles to pieces, the glue insufficient to keep it all together.
Bobby Dean: …
Mikey Unlikely: He’ll be missed, buddy.
Will Haynes: Yeah. He was a great pet.
Mikey Unlikely: Yeah, we had a ton of memories with him.
Bobby is starting to get encouraged by the guy’s words. He wipes a tear away from his eye.
Bobby Dean: Yeah, like what?
Haynes and Unlikely quickly scramble to come up with something. Anything.
Mikey Unlikely: Um, there was that time he cleaned up.
Will Haynes: And um, that other time he cleaned up.
Bobby starts sobbing.
Mikey Unlikely: Look, maybe we can …
Will Haynes: ...rebuild him.
OSV: We have the technology!
Bobby looks up from his sad pile of broken plastic and is met with the owner of that voice, the “King of Pain” himself. Greer has a grim look about him. Right behind him is Eric Dane and Tyrone Walker, the full contingent of Team Danger. Nobody is smiling.
Stephen Greer: Or maybe we just shove it up your super-sized ass, broken jagged piece by broken jagged piece.
Tyrone Walker: Or maybe we just beat yo’ blubbery ass!
Walker makes straight for the man that with the help of Coleslaw Jenkins threw him back into the ring after he’d taken a spectacular fall from the top rope through the announce table, and by the transitive property of wrestling cost Team Danger the tag team titles.
Mikey is having none of this and moves to interject.
Mikey Unlikely: Hold on there, big boy!
The Black Jesus pie-faces Unlikely.
Tyrone Walker: I ain’t yo boy, muh-f[bleep]cka!
Haynes is quick to engage, Greer lunges, but The Only Star stands his ground in the middle and with his commanding presence alone he brings the fight to dead stop.
Eric Dane: Gentlemen! A bit of decorum! Please.
Tempers flare. Ragged breaths are sucked in. Dane turns on Team #WTFC and the look on his face could take the last coat of gloss off of the hood of your car.
Eric Dane: Now the way I see it, that fat turd cost Team Danger the UTA Tag Titles at WrestleShow, and he’s gonna have to punch that ticket sooner rather than later...
Dane bares his teeth.
Eric Dane: But you two sad excuses for a tag team…
His nose curls, the sneer is the definition of scorn.
Eric Dane: Whether it’s in the street, at a restaurant, or in the ring, every time I see your sorry asses from here on out we’re gonna throw you a beating...
The Hardcase smirks.
Eric Dane: And now ain’t gonna be the exception!
Without hesitation the King of Pain explodes into action taking Will Haynes’s head off with a Hellfire Lariat. Walker is just as quick with a Superkick to the mush of Mikey Unlikely. With the two actually capable wrestlers out of the way Dane plants a boot into Bobby Dean’s chest sending the fat man sprawling backwards.
Eric Dane: And you…
He steps through the remains of Bobby Clean and presses his boot into Dean’s jowl-covered throat. He leans in as close as possible before continuing.
Eric Dane: You’ve got a choice to make between now and Black Horizon. Those two goofs are gonna catch the beating of a lifetime just for having the sheer audacity to show up. There’s no getting around that Bobby, it’s science.
The King of Pain leans in. Walker leers on the other side. Bobby does his best not to cry looking up at the combined might of Team Danger.
Stephen Greer: You took out a marker with Team Danger when you put your hands on Ty last week you ugly bastard…
Tyrone Walker: That’s right mayne, an’ come Black Horizon you gon’ figure out a way to pay what you owe!
The Only Star relents. Greer and Walker take their cue and back away a single step.
Eric Dane: So think about it, Bobby. You have until Black Horizon.
The three of them pull back, leaving Bobby Dean a sobbing and muttering mess on the floor. Greer sticks a boot in Will Haynes’s ribs rather than stepping over him on his way out of the room. Walker chuckles as he follows his partner out and Dane rolls his eyes and wonders to himself how long he’ll be able to control Greer and Walker in the UTA.
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: The undefeated Alex Beckman making her way to the ring.
Fury: And future Prodigy Champion Jennifer!
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.
Williams: Beckman looking to continue her streak here tonight on Victory.
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.
Fury: It's easy to be one of the greatest when you have Mike Best in your corner!
The lights dim out as Deep Six by Marilyn Manson comes over the PA system. Blue, white, and red strobes highlight the entrance before Jacque LaRoque steps out of the back with his arms wide and a smile on his face. Boos reign down on the French national but he soaks them up like a sponge, strolling to the ring.
Announcer: Coming to the ring... hailing from the glorious utopia of France...
LaRoque stops at the apron and sneers over his shoulder at the fans, mouthing inaudible vulgarities and hearty threats. He shakes his head, stepping onto the apron before swinging a large leg over the top rope.
Announcer: Standing at Six feet, Five inches tall... weighing an astronomical Two-Hundred and Eighty-Four pounds...
Big Frenchie fully enters the ring and begins to circle the middle. The corner of his mouth curls as his eyes narrow, scanning the crowd. The ring announcer's eyes roll at what they're being paid to do and say.
Announcer: BIIIIG FRENCHIIIIIIIIIIIE... Jaaaaaaaaaacque LaaaaRooooque.
Jacque throws a fist over his head and cue the boos to increase tenfold. He darts to the ropes, shouting at the fans, and waves a hand at their inferior ways. The lights come back to life as the music fades out and Big Frenchie gets ready to take care of business.
Williams: The final Ring King tournament match of the night set to begin here in a matter of moments.
Fury: With how Alex Beckman has been doing, this one is going to end as quickly as it begins!
Williams: Mike Best hoping for a Machine win here after Cecilworth Farthington unable to close in his match earlier with Pin Smith.
The bell sounds as Alex Beckman moves into an offensive stance, watching for her moment to strike.
Williams: Jacque LaRoque is Alex Beckman's largest opponent since coming to the UTA.
Fury: The bigger they are, the more fun it is to watch them tap out!
Williams: LaRoque looking to make the first move as he moves forward.
Jacque comes forward quickly.
Williams: Alex Beckman duck's his reach, coming around with a quick jab to the rib cage of Jacque LaRoque.
Immediately after connecting with his ribs, Beckman slides forward and drops, tripping him over.
Williams: Drop toe hold by Alex Beckman...
As he falls face first to the canvas, Beckman rolls to the side, grabbing his ankle and standing up, yelling with intensity as she twist his ankle.
Williams: Beckman with an ankle lock on the big man!
Fury: Another one bites the dust!
However, this isn't the case as Jacque is able to roll over. He throws his free leg up, and using both pushes back as hard as he can, sending Alex Beckman flying backward and to the canvas. Mike Best's eyes open large as he can not believe what he just saw.
Williams: LaRoque able to reverse it.. Now to his feet, showing a slight limp on that ankle...
LaRoque comes forward as Beckman pops up quickly to her feet. She shoots forward, and begins to bring right and left knees up into the midsection of Jacque as she holds the back of his head.
Williams: Multiple rising knees to the midsection of Jacque LaRoque now showing that to her size doesn't matter.
Fury: Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa now Jennifer. Dick happens to have to disagree. Alex Beckman is the type of woman that sizes, does in fact matter.
Williams: Is that why you'll never have a chance Dick?
Fury: Well.. wait.. what?
Williams: Back in the ring now, Jacque LaRoque with a heavy forearm down across the upper back of Alex Beckman to stop the assault. Another... and another. Alex Beckman on a knee.
Jacque pulls her up, bending down to place her on his shoulders before dropping back tot he canvas.
Williams: Olympic Slam by Jacque LaRoque! LaRoque doing tonight what no one has done since Alex came into the UTA. He may secure his spot in the next round of the Ring King tournament right here. But the biggest news will be that he was the first person to pin Alex Beckman!
Fury: Where's Chris hopper when you need him and to come take this guy's head off for treating women like that!
Williams: You HAVE to be kidding me Dick.
Jacque gets to his feet and heads toward Alex. As he bends down to grab her, Beckman throws her legs around him, and his neck down, using her arm to hold the lock as he drops to his knees.
Williams: WAIT! BTKO! BTKO! BTKO!
As Alex Beckman keeps the BTKO locked in and Mike Best shouts in excitement from the outside, his expression quickly changes. Jacque begins to push up to his feet with Beckman still in tow.
Williams: Jacque LaRoque to his feet!
Jacque goes to toss Beckman down, but her hold is so tight, the momentum just causes him to drop to his knees again. She tightens her grip and a few moments later, Jacque LaRoque passes out. The referee quickly leaps into action, screaming for the bell.
Williams: Jacque LaRoque unable to hold on as that almost impressive counter led into Alex Beckman being able to hold on tighter.
Announcer: The winner of this match who will go on to the second round of the Ring King tournament..... ALEX.... BEEECCKKKMMMAAANNN!!!!
Mike Best is already in the ring as he knocks the referee's hand away from Alex, to grab her hand and raise it himself in victory.
Williams: Alex Beckman moves on to face the winner of Lew Smith and Lamond Robertson. Smith, who will be in tonight's main event, a heavy favorite to make it to the finals of this year's Ring King.
Fury: Heavy favorite? To who? Did they send a survey group down to the handicap facility again.
Williams: That's a disgusting thing to say Dick!
We get a shot of Beckman and Best stopped on the ramp before cutting from ring side.
We cut to the backstage area, where the Second Coming is standing with an EMT. The EMT’s nametag reads one name: JONES.
Jones: So I don’t see any severe damage, but we’ve got Ms. Fears’ neck immobilized and we’ll be taking her to the emergency room for a checkup.
The Second Coming nods.
2C: Okay. Damn.
Jones: We’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.
She leaves the EMT and kneels down next to Zhalia. She is awake, wearing a neckbrace and lying on a backboard, and her eyes are staring straight up.
Fears: Hey there, chickadee.
2C: I’m sorry.
2C: This is my fault. I antagonize Crimson and he takes it out on you.
Fears looks at her.
Fears: I would be shaking my head at you if the doctors would not yell. But you are both adults -
2C looks away.
Fears: -So to speak. You both made choices. You chose to focus on him, he has chosen to focus on everyone else. That gives you the advantage.
Her eyes narrow.
The Second Coming locks eyes with her friend.
Fears: You have to win.
2C: I’ll do my best.
Fears: Do better. You have to win.
With a bright smile she shifts her eyes at Jones then holds up her hand, balled into a fist.
Fears: Help me Obi-wan Kanobi, you are my only hope.
The Second Coming hesitates, then pounds her knuckles against Fears’ as the medics take her away.
Fears: That is better! Kick his backside! Oh hey Jones, can we get some Ice Cream before we go?
Jones: What? No, you are going to the Emergency Room.
Fears: With Ice Cream?
The “Lawyer to the Stars” Marshall Owens is in the middle of the squared circle. The ring has been fashioned with carpet on the ring mat and three leather chairs placed accordingly. The lights are bright and the fans are not pleased to see him. With mic in hand he cuts through the boos.
Owens: My name… is Marshall Owens.
The fans can’t help but boo the Attorney of Dynasty. He takes it all in with a smile.
Owens: I represent the greatest faction of men ever assembled in the wrestling business.
Owens slicks his remaining hair back. As he looks up into the lights they make his eyes grow wide.
Owens: My clients have asked for this time not to rub their success in your faces. My clients have asked for this time not to sell you what you want. No… they wanted this time to tell you why you should care about Black Horizon.
The fans continue to boo. The cameras moves around the arena and then finally stop back on Owens.
Owens: Now, stand and show your respect for La Flama Blanca and Sean Jackson!
“Short Change Hero” by the Heavy begins to play. The WrestleZone fills with boos.
Jennifer Williams and Dick Fury are dead center in the middle of your television screen. The fans behind them dominate the picture.
The current UTA World Champion Sean Jackson and current UTA Legacy Champion La Flama Blanca walk out on the stage ramp dressed in the finest Italian suits. They basque in the fans utter hatred for them.
Williams: All week we’ve been looking forward to hearing what Dynasty has to say just a week away from Black Horizon.
Fury: They’re going to come out here and tell it like it is, the way they always do.
La Flama Blanca walks close to the barriers completely ignoring the fans around him. Sean Jackson walks straight down the ramp pointing to Owens in the ring.
Williams: Next Sunday night, these two men will fight or not fight for the UTA World Championship in front of over One Hundred Thousand in Arlington, Texas.
Fury: The AT&T Arena is going to be rocking, that’s for sure. Like Dick’s bed.
La Flama Blanca steps into the ring as Sean Jackson walks up the ring stairs and enters in through the top and second rope before they both shake the hand on their attorney.
Williams: I wonder what the gimmick here will be?
Fury: Why does everyone think Dynasty is always up to something?
Williams: Because they usually are…
La Flama Blanca takes his seat on the left of Owens and Jackson on the right. Both men fix the championship titles resting on their shoulders. Owens has mics for both of his clients.
Williams: I hope everyone has their barf bags near by…
Owens puts his microphone to his mouth and looks at both his clients.
Owens: In this ring you have the two best attractions in the UTA. In this ring you have six different championship reigns. In this ring you have… greatness.
Both La Flama Blanca and Sean Jackson agree with their Attorney. The fans see it differently.
Owens: You both wanted this time to come out here and answer some questions that the Universe has been discussing over and over, at great length. The biggest question of them all… will you two actually wrestle at Black Horizon?
La Flama Blanca: I think the notion that one of us is going to lay down, is quite comical. I think something like that would tarnish the careers and LEGACIES of Sean Jackson and I. The fans think they’re so smart...
Jackson: For a better part of a year, the dirt sheets and wrestling smarks have been trying to destroy Dynasty. So for them to question our motives at Black Horizon, literally comes as no surprise.
Owens takes a back seat and lets the two continue on the topic.
LFB: They want us to zig and we zag. They want us to go left and we go right. We’re not going to do what your little hearts want. We never have and we never will.
Jackson: That’s right, we will never conform to the wishes of a bunch of idiots, especially those who can’t accept the fact that they will NEVER know more about the business than us…
Sean motions between himself and La Flama Blanca.
Jackson: Who along with Perfection and Claude, are the true architects to the success of UTA.
Blanca cuts in quickly.
LFB: We RUN the UTA. It’s a fact, if you like it or not. No matter if it’s La Flama Blanca, no matter if it’s Sean Jackson, no matter if it’s Perfection or CBR… Dynasty is the Main Event in the UTA.
The fans continue to give the men in the ring a hard time. The boos seem to grow louder and louder.
LFB: At Black Horizon, expect this… Expect the two of us to give you your money’s worth. Expect the two of us to go out there and show you mouth breathers why we are two of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots.
Jackson: And why we’ve been the topic of every conversation at the water cooler, at the kitchen table, and of every so called wrestling expert who thinks they know how this will shake out. At Black Horizon, we will show exactly why we’re the best, no matter what THEY think.
Sean points towards the fans and they show their dislike for everything they are hearing.
Owens: Many have questioned, the LACK of hype for this match. I’ve been watching the shows and the Black Horizon Main Event is always discussed. Why should we tune in to Black Horizon?
Jackson takes the lead on this one.
Jackson: That’s simple Marshall, we haven’t given them the type of hype they want. The mouth breathers want Dynasty to turn on each other, to destroy ourselves. But as we said before, we don’t care what they want. We’re Dynasty and we’re going to do what’s best for us.
La Flama Blanca leans in. He gets a patch of silence from the crowd.
LFB: Marshall, the ENTIRE UTA has been talking about this match. You’re in the back, you hear the locker room lawyers... They have it all booked out just like the fan-boy, internet bullies on the wrestling forums do. They want blood and guts...
Blanca pauses for a second to gather his train of thought.
LFB: They’re not getting any of that. At Black Horizon, the story is two members of THE elite group in wrestling battling over the main title, to be the guy. We have agreed that the better man will walk out the champion.
This draws a nod from Sean Jackson. Completely agreeing with the assessment from LFB.
LFB: Dynasty is built around being the best. Dynasty is built around doing whatever it takes to stay the best. We outsmarted the UTA when we hand picked Black Horizon as the time when you would see Sean Jackson and La Flama Blanca. We see who is the best on Sunday, LIVE on Pay Per View.
Sean can’t help but smile, one of the many constant digs he still takes at the Shoot Kings and anyone else who has dared stand up to Dynasty. Especially those no longer with the company.
LFB: And THAT is why you should tune in to Black Horizon.
Owens nods his head. He moves onto the last question he has for the two.
Owens: So… the Ten Thousand Dollar question is… who walks out of Black Horizon as the UTA World Champion?
The two men look each other right in the eye. You can tell the friendship will be tested at Black Horizon. There is a slight tension that can be felt.
Jackson: You know Marshall, that IS the Ten Thousand Dollar question. Eduardo is one of the most deserving men in this business. After stepping from the shadows of Madman Szalinski, he has become more than some glorified friend of the Madman…
Now it is Sean who leans in close. Fans still stirring in the WrestleZone.
Jackson: He’s now one of the top guys on this planet, and deserves a fair shake at the UTA world championship. Personally, I can think of a million things more devastating than losing the championship to him. So as he stated earlier, we’ve agreed that the best man will win.
Blanca shakes his head, obviously blushing under his mask.
LFB: I grew up watching Sean Jackson. I loved The Texas Outlaws with Terry Norris and Bobby Blood. He’s been a top star for so long in this game. He’s a two time UTA champion. Just being able to work with Sean in a match is going to be a pleasure.
Again, Sean nods in approval. He gives a polite clap in the direction of the Legacy Champion.
Jackson: See Marshall, clearly a class act and the reason why he’s a legitimate contender for the UTA world championship. His time will either come this May Thirty-First st at Black Horizon, or sometime in the near future.
The floor is the Legacy Champion’s.
LFB: When my time comes, I will hold the title with respect. I will be the champion you ALL can be proud of. I’ve been around Sean, long enough to know how a champion should act. He is a great mind in this game. He just does everything right.
Marshall Owens seems satisfied with what has been said.
Owens: I hope this has… ENLIGHTENED all of you. I’d like to thank you for tuning in, paying your hard earned money to… listen to Sean Jackson and La Flama Blanca tonight. The UTA World Champion will be one of these men after Black Horizon. Thank you...
The three men stand and congratulate each other on what went down inside the ring. Cameras still pick up the three as Williams and Fury comment.
Williams: Oh god. This whole thing has turned my stomach!
Fury: They came out here and did what did what Dick said they were going to do… tell it like it is.
As the three men try to make an exit from the ring as a voice is heard chuckling. Then suddenly the face of UTA Owner and Commissioner, James Wingate III appears on the Big Screen in the UTA WrestleZone.
Williams: It’s the boss!
Fury: What is he doing here?
Williams: He owns this place.
Fury: You keep saying that…
The fan reaction is quite mixed for the UTA Owner. Jackson, Owens and La Flama Blanca halt and look up at the big screen. They seem to be puzzled as to what’s going on.
Wingate: I’m sorry I missed the “ass kissing” session that’s been going on here in the last few minutes.
The fans cheer the remark as Jackson and LFB look out angrily into the WrestleZone.
Wingate: The UTA is less than one week away from Black Horizon. Arlington, Texas will see a great night of sports entertainment. The icing on the cake, the main event. A main event where we will see La Flama Blanca take on the UTA World Champion… Sean Jackson.
The fans boo the men in the ring. Jackson and Blanca keep their eyes on the big screen.
Wingate: Now… Dynasty has played games when they’ve been pitted against one another. We know this. We saw it when Perfection and Sean Jackson chose to NOT wrestle each other and decided to beat up on Conrad Teller.
Wingate pauses for a second.
Wingate: You two chose to not wrestle the night LFB became the Number One Contender for the UTA World Championship. We also saw what Dynasty does when the Main Title IS on the line… like when you all threw each other out of the All Or Nothing match.
The camera gets a great shot of Wingate on the big screen as LFB, Jackson and Owens watch him.
Wingate: Dynasty is too unpredictable. I just don’t trust you guys. I don’t think anyone in the UTA can trust Dynasty. So… I’ve been thinking.
Jackson and Blanca turn to each other for a second, knowing he is right.
Wingate: Even with the existence of the business agreement between our parties… I can’t in good conscience let you guys, dictate the Main Event, I need to keep control. I can’t leave the door open for Dynasty to pull the carpet from under the United Toughness Alliance.
We cut backstage LIVE with The Boss, James Wingate the Third.
Wingate: This is MY company! Dynasty seems to forget that! I sign your paychecks!
The fans inside the WrestleZone cheer on James Wingate.
Wingate: Now… to ensure there is no funny business… I have to take the proper measures so that the UTA and the UTA Universe gets the World Title match that they deserve, that they are paying to see on Pay Per View.
We are back on the men in the center of the ring and they are not liking one bit of any of this. Owens huddles with Jackson and Blanca.
Wingate: I’m not going to let you two mess with my company… Now after a lot of thought, I've decided to add a stipulation to this World Championship match.
The fans are unsure how to react, however a small - but vocal - minority start to chant something familiar.
Wingate: No, no. I think we've beaten the Shock Therapy horse to death. We need something bigger, something better, something... bloodier.
He stops for a moment as the fans start to stir.
Wingate: The Black Horizon Main Event for the UTA World Title will be a… First… Blood… Match.
The fans in the arena explode. The thousand plus in the WrestleZone sound Ten Thousand strong. The men in the ring can’t believe this bombshell. Both members of Dynasty are cursing The Boss.
Williams: Listen to this crowd! You heard it here, folks. Big news in regards to the Main Event.
Fury: James Wingate just dropped a bomb on Dynasty… First Blood for the UTA World Title at Black Horizon.
Wingate gives the fans a few seconds to applaud and lets it sink in with LFB and Jackson.
Wingate: We went over the contract for the Main Event with a magnifying glass. There are no loopholes, Mr. Owens. That’s the way she goes sometimes. Hey… it’s just business! Isn’t Dynasty always for what’s best for business?
The UTA Owner cackles as he then fades from the big screen.
Williams: These fans are loving this… Sean Jackson will defend his UTA World Championship against La Flama Blanca in a First Blood Match!
Fury: Wingate needs to be drug tested… Test his blood alcohol level! That man is on something!
Williams: Power is an addicting drug.
Fury: That’s it! Get James Wingate in Power-holics Anonymous.
The fans are still going wild over the breaking news. La Flama Blanca and Sean Jackson are definitely not pleased. Owens seems to be trying to give them words of encouragement.
Pyro follows the quick heavy bursts of notes during the intro of If You Want Peace, Prepare for War by Children 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 continue the a most impressive 2015.
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: He's an idiot.
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.
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.
Fury: Hurry up.
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. He climbs into the ring and stays in his corner.
Announcer: This is ‘Beautiful’ BOBBY DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAN!
The bell sounds. As it does Bobby Dean shoots a smile at a perplexed Lew Smith.
Williams: Bobby Dean and Lew Smith in tonight's Victory main event.
Fury: Because why end a go home show with actual superstars?
Williams: Alright, here we go. Lew Smith attempting to lock up with Dean who immediately tosses him back first to the canvas.
Fury: Come on Lew, you're no Superman. Bobby Dean is a big guy.
Williams: Lew Smith always able to overcome the odds, may have to dig deeper than ever.
Fury: He's going to have to dig as deep as Bobby Dean does when he loses an M&M inside of the couch.
Lew rolls over and gets to his feet. He charges Dean who just shoves a shoulder out and knocks him back down.
Williams: Bobby Dean unable to be moved by Lew Smith who should rethink things.
Fury: This is the big time Lew. You wanted this.
Williams: Lew Smith earns everything he gets Dick.
Lew Smith rolls over and gets back to his feet. Bobby Dean just him a big smile. Smith appears to be getting angry as he clinches his fist.
Williams: Lew Smith not happy with how this match has went thus far.
Lew comes in, and with a hard and swift kick, catches the side of Bobby Dean's legs.
Williams: Lew Smith catching Dean in the legs with those calculated kicks.
Bobby Dean lets out a yelp with each kick.
Fury: A battle of the sidewalk food vendors! Lew should have never started offering hot dogs. Everyone knows that wieners is one thing Bobby Dean specializes in.
Williams: I highly doubt this has anything to do with their food carts Dick.
Fury: Food carts?
Williams: Ugh. Never mind.
Lew runs backward, hitting the ropes.
Williams: Smith off of the ropes and on the return. He leaps.
As he jumps, Lew twist around, connecting with boot back and into the gut of Bobby Dean.
Williams: Spinning heel kick connects. Bobby Dean is sent to the canvas for the first time in this competition.
Fury: Competition? Dick has seen more competition in a first grade talent show.
Williams: Where did you see a first grade talent show Dick? Aren't you banned fro....
Fury: Whoa! Lets change the subject. Look at Lew Smith there. He's doing good things and such!
Lew Smith quickly runs to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle.
Williams: Lew Smith going up top.
Fury: Go ahead and climb Lew, this is the closet you will ever be to the top around here.
Williams: You are such a vile and bitter man.
Fury: Thank you.
Williams: Lew Smith on the top rope.
The fans cheer as he sets he stands, making sure he has his balance. Finally he leaps, twisting in the air.
Williams: SHOOT STAR PRESS CONNECTS BY LEW SMITH!
The fans go crazy, but their excitement starts to wavier as the camera moves up, seeing La Flama Blanca coming down from the back, Legacy Championship in tow.
Williams: It's the Legacy Champion!
Lew rolls over and gets to his feet, heading to the ropes.
Williams: Lew Smith made a challenge for the Legacy Championship recently and La Flama Blanca has taken offense.
Blanca walks around the ring, heading toward the commentator's table.
Williams: Well, it looks like La Flama Blanca is coming out here with us.
Inside of the ring, Lew watches Blanca while Bobby Dean begins to move.
Williams: Folks, we are being joined by the Legacy Champion himself.
Blanca: Yes you are and you should be grateful... ratings just went up. Checking out the competition... or lack there of, in my division.
Williams: In less than one week, you have the chance to become the UTA World Champion. You will face Sean Jackson in a Firat Blood Match for the UTA World Title. If you succeed, you will have to vacate the Legacy Championship.
Blanca: James Wingate likes to play games with The Luchador... This is just another one. It's sad but true. I would have to vacate the title and without a doubt it will be around the waist of someone who couldn't hold my jock with both hands, someone like Lew Smith.
Williams: From what we saw before, you and Sean Jackson didn't seem to happy when The Boss came out and made your match a First Blood Match.
Blanca: Why would we be happy? Marshall is on it, trying to see what he can do. This match is the biggest of my career and James Wingate is trying to bleed Dynasty dry.
Williams: And if you don't win?
Blanca: La Flama Blanca wants the UTA World Title. I've wanted it ever since I stepped in the UTA. Anything can happen in a First Blood Match. As the current Legacy Champion, I'm a fighting champion. Last week I was called out by Lew Smith.
The Headliner laughs in his headset.
Blanca: Lew Smith doesn't want any of me. He should go back to catching flies and waxing things on and off.
Fury: Karate Kid?
Blanca: This guy gets it.
Williams: Big words from La Flama Blanca.
Fury: Maybe to you Jennifer. But that's OK, you're a woman. You're not expected to know big words.
La Flama Blanca can be heard chuckling.
Blanca: You should be a comedian, Dick.
Williams: You both are pigs.
Blanca: Yeah that's it Lew, take your mind off that blob and keep jawing at me. This is why he will never be a champion...
Inside of the ring, Lew Smith finally turns his attention back to Bobby Dean, who is now using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.
Blanca: So this is the main event of Victory huh? I bet this put a lot of asses in the seats.
Williams: Well maybe if you main evented Victory once in a while.
Blanca: I can't save both shows from going in the crapper. Jennifer, you seem to forget who you are talking to. La Flama Blanca is The Headliner. I'm one title short from being the UTA's first ever Triple Crown Winner. Legacy Champion, Tag Team Champion... just missing the World Title.
Williams: Inside the ring, Bobby Dean is up. Lew Smith meeting him with several palm strikes.
Bobby stumbles back into the ropes. As they bounce him forward, Lew comes in throwing his foot up and catching Bobby right under the jaw, sending him back to the canvas.
Williams: Super kick by...
Blanca: What was that?! That's... that's my move!
We hear a bit of feedback.
Williams: La Flama Blanca his heading to the ring, this can't be good.
Fury: Business just picked up Jennifer! NOW this is a main event!
Blanca slides into the ring, title in hand. He gets up quickly to his feet and into the face of Lew Smith who bows up his chest as well. LFB holds the Legacy title above his head as he stares straight into Lew's eyes. The referee yells at Blanca.
Williams: La Flama Blanca teasing Lew Smith with the Legacy Championship.
Fury: That's the closest he'll ever be!
Bobby Dean holds his chins as he crawls toward the two. He reaches up, grabbing the pants leg of La Flama Blanca, who in turn brings his foot down across the face of Bobby Dean. The referee instantly calls for the bell.
Williams: Oh, NOW you call for the bell?
Fury: Did you see how Bobby Dean viciously attached La Flama Blanca?!
Williams: Are you kidding me?
Lew Smith turns La Flama Blanca around by the shoulder and brings forward a palm strike catching the luchador and causing him to stumble back.
Announcer: The winner of this match via disqualification.... Bobby.. DEEEAANNN!!!
Williams: Bobby Dean may have got the win involuntary but Lew Smith is now getting him some of La Flama Blanca.
Blanca tosses the Legacy Championship at Lew Smith who catches it before it can hit him in the face. As he swings it away by it's strap, Blanca comes forward and shoots his leg up catching him hard.
Williams: ESTUPENDO KICK!
Fury: Now THAT is how you do it!
The fans boo as Blanca picks up his title and stands over Lew Smith, holding it high up above his head.
Williams: The Legacy Champion stands tall here tonight. But will he in less than one week as the United Toughness Alliance heads to the AT&T Center in Dallas, Texas?
Fury: La Flama Blanca will always stand tall Jennifer! He's the best!
Williams: Now, more than ever, Lew Smith has a reason to go after La Flama Blanca. If he is still the Legacy Champion after Black Horizon or not, I don't think this is over between these two. For everyone here at the UTA, thank you for tuning into Victory! We'll see you in two weeks!
The camera zooms in on Blanca, still holding the title high as the copyright comes up and the screen goes to black.
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