Wrestleshow #27

30 Nov 2014

Kay Yeager Coliseum, Wichita Falls, Texas (seats 10,000)

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Introduction

A black screen. You turn your television on and excitedly switch to Pure Sports Entertainment. It's just in time as the PSE logo appears on your television. As it fades away, the United Toughness Alliance logo cues up before exploding to reveal a montage of the year before.

Chance Von Crank....

Shawn FX...

Wulfric...

Roscoe Shame...

Frank Dylan James...

Elvis McDonald...

Esteban Awesome...

Just some of the superstars no longer with us that make appearances in the video. We move to a shot of a screaming audience. The word Live appears at the bottom of your screen.

As the camera pans across the fans, our faithful commentators begin to talk.

Blackfront: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Wrestleshow, live on Pure Sports Entertainment. I'm Jason Blackfront and with me as always, the one, the only Tommy Ace!

The camera switches to focus on them.

Ace: Thank you Jason, it's exciting to be here. We're live in Wichita Falls at the Kay Yeager Coliseum!

Blackfront: Tonight is going to be huge as it has been more than one year since the UTA returned. And what a year it has been!

Ace: You're telling me! This time last year I was unemployed!

Blackfront: I wonder why...

Ace: Oh hush Jason.

Blackfront: Tonight folks, we have an incredible line up for you as....

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Happy One Year

The speakers begin to blast Perfect Gentleman by Helloween as the crowd immediately responds with jeers a boos. The one and only Perfection exits from behind the curtain in a full suit he begins his strut down the ramp.

There is no doubt about it
I'm one of kind, baby
I am le d'Artagnan de coeur
As you may see, candy.

Ace: This is the way you kick off a one year anniversary! With the greatest Champion UTA has ever had and will have again after Seasons Beatings!

Blackfront: You and him are both delusional.

Perfection makes his way towards the ring taking his time to jaw-jack with fans near the rails. He walks up the stairs to enter the ring. Perfection adjusts his suit before entering through the top and middle rope.

And I'm talking with my eyes
and I walk in different styles
I'm a genuine man

Perfection grabs the top rope leaning over it and yelling at fans in the front row.

Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am, I am, yes I am

(perfect)

He walks away from that side of the ring and walks towards the ring crewman who hands him a microphone through the ropes. The crowd is beginning to start up their “Imperfect” chant as he stands there.

Perfection: Yes, I get it, I lost. I'm Imperfect...some would even say adequate...ya-da...ya-da...ya-da. Now if you hicks here in Texas would shut up, that would be nice!

Blackfront: That's why the fans don't like him, his constant insulting of these good paying folks is unacceptable!

Perfection begins the pace the ring in a short pattern.

Perfection: UTA...tonight...celebrates one year in the business and although I have had my disagreements with management and James Wingate, one has to hand it to the man...he's built something spectacular.

We cut to a camera shot of a fan holding a sign that says “Happy One Year, UTA!”. They hold it proudly.

Ace: I think we all can agree with that statement, the boss surely has built something special with the UTA.

Blackfront: That is fo’ sho, my friend!

Ace: Please, never again.

Perfection: He's built an empire. Dissolving and absorbing VCW. Outgrowing HOTv and finding a new home with a larger market share on Pure Sports Entertainment. There are only so many men you can hold in that regard- ones that can conquer an industry. Chad Merritt, Dan Ryan, Eric Dane....and now James Wingate.

Perfection is handed a half filled champagne glass by the ring crew which he holds out towards the backstage area and takes down the entire glass in one go. He passes it back between the ropes to them.

Blackfront: And to that we toast. So many legends in our business and throughout the game. I believe we can hold this company and James Wingate to those standards.

Ace: Hold us there?! We excel them!

Perfection: He's made feats none could imagine. Growing this company bigger and larger than those bums at H-O-W!

The crowd boos at the mention of HOW.

Perfection: By trumping the ever fading jOlt!

The boo's are even louder to the mention of those jack-wagons.

Perfection: Most start-ups would be dead by now because of bad management, self-serving talent, and poor marketing. The luxury of working for this company is sometimes taken for granted by many amongst us and true appreciation of the real hard work put in sometimes overlooked. Tonight we thank those individuals.

The crowd begins to clap for the work put in by the staff, Wingate, and everyone.

Perfection: I congratulate James Wingate for being a genius. He's made some of the smartest and wisest business decisions of any CEO in our sport and because of that no other company has been able top what we here in the UTA have done!

The crowd explodes in cheers and clapping, every one of them loyal to the UTA and proud over it's accomplishments through the year.

Perfection: But do you know why we REALLY beat those other promotions in ratings show after show, Ungratefuls?

Blackfront: Why do I have a feeling this is going to flip?

Ace: Quiet! He's talking!

Perfection: Because they don't have a champion or wrestling superstar like Sean Jackson!

Ace: God bless, Sean Jackson!

Perfection: That's right, Ungratefuls! UTA was in a rough spot before Sean Jackson won the UTA Championship off that I-S-I-L wanna be Abdul bin Hussain. Wingate is lucky Jackson pulled this place from the depths as high as he has!

Blackfront: Sometimes I wish Perfection would have stayed suspended in VCW and had the same fate as Tommy Lipton and Sebastian Blackthorne.

Ace: You have some deep jealousy of that man.

Perfection: It was also then that UTA launched to the next step of its evolution to success by bringing in a star like YOURS TRULY and with Claude Baptiste Ranier winning the Internet Title! It was the start of a booming company, carried on the backs of the hardest workers!

The crowd begins the boo's as Perfection lets it go for a while. The crowd is fired up now, they are roaring, now he decides to continue, right before the height of their hate.

Perfection: Then some dog molesting adolescent by the name of Madman Szalinski won the UTA Championship title by way of some purple haired LOSER and laid in a hospital bed for months! An unremarkable moment in the first year of UTA.

And now the crowd peaks in their booing.

Perfection: While Madman laid useless to the company, MEN like Sean Jackson and I fought in UTA's first Chamber Match! EARNING our way to the UTA Championship! Instead of being handed it by Wingate.

Ace: That's right! They took on three other men and each other to get to the Ring King finals, what did Madman do?!

Perfection: Men like me made history by becoming the FIRST Ring King of UTA and then after being the FIRST UTA star to compete and DECISIVELY win the UTA Championship in a sixty minute Iron Man Match against Man-child Szalinski- and I did so with a fractured arm! A match that will be remembered as one of the most uncompetitive, one-sided match-ups in UTA History- by way of ME!

The crowd begins to holler at Perfection, he moves towards the ropes like he is going to engage the front row. He instead waves them off and turns his back ignoring them and continues on.

Perfection: Sean Jackson and the First Lady of UTA Kathryn Velmont Thomas would become UTA's FIRST Tag Team Champions, solidifying them in the UTA history books!

Blackfront: Another highlight match in Wingate's UTA legacy, a six team tag team match.

Ace: And who came out on top!?!

Blackfront: ...Dynasty.

Ace: That's right!

Perfection: Claude? He has a title reign that is almost as long as this company’s existence! Talk about having a good year for a certain group.

Blackfront: This has turned from a nod to James Wingate to a worshiping of Dynasty. Someone just shut his mic off already.

Perfection: La Flama Blanca became the FIRST man to put a legit defeat on the UTA Hall of Fame wrestler, The Spectre! Proving his level of ability among the greats....among DYNASTY! One year of legacy! One year of WINNERS!

Ace: The top talent in the industry today! UTA has had a great year because of Dynasty!

Blackfront: You're seriously sick in the head. There are many stars that have added to the success of UTA.

Ace: I'm not here to argue, I'm here to acknowledge facts! Fact, Dyansty is why this has been the best year in UTA! 

Blackfront: You know what? Fine. 

Ace: We have a consensus!

Perfection: Winners that have written the entire history of UTA's first year of existence! That have ruled and conquered the TV market- and we'll continue that tradition of being winners, of making history! It'll continue here tonight when we beat the daylights out of the Shoot Kings, Chris Hopper, and that ring-rat Ariel!

The crowd cheers at the mention of the Shoot Kings and company, they begin a Shoot King’s chant. Perfection drops his arms and let’s out a large sigh. The camera cuts to an entire arena shot showing fans with Shoot Kings signs all on their feet and chanting. The camera cuts back to Perfection who lifts the microphone back to his lips.

Blackfront: These fans here tonight hoping that the Shoot Kings take the Tag Team Titles from Dynasty in the Main Event of the evening.

Ace: Yeah? And I hope I win the lottery, both ain’t happening, pal!

Perfection: But that's not all! No. History doesn't stop tonight! Since the current UTA title PLACEHOLDER does absolutely NOTHING around here, I will take the responsibility as the TRUE leader of this company to sell our match at the pay-per-view!

Blackfront: Oh what a piece of sh...

Ace: Watch it! Don't get fined like the Spectre did, ha!

Perfection: I have another piece of history to add before this year ends. Being the FIRST UTA superstar to become a TWO TIME UTA Champion! I have to rewrite the wrong that was made when the belt was placed around that idiots waist! I stand here in front of you Ungratefuls to tell you that Dynasty is walking out with that belt at Seasons Beatings!

The crowd begins to boo again they start up the “Imperfect” chant.

Perfection: But tonight….will prove that Dynasty is united in one cause...to have and hold every single title this company can purchase! To have our weight in GOLD- gold that will be reclaimed at Seasons Beatings!

CROWD: Imperfect! Imperfect!

Perfection: So Happy One Year Anniversary UTA and James Wingate because when the entire legacy of this company is revisited the only name people will remember is DYNASTY!

Perfection drops the mic as his music hits again. He walks to the ropes and exits out hopping off the apron and walking close the barricade talking to a fan with a Shoot Kings sign. Perfection rips out of out his hands and tears it half tossing it on the floor. James begins his walk back towards the ramp.

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Contest Before the Contest

Contest Before the Contest

They see me rollin

They hatin

Patrolling they trying to catch me ridin dirty

The Second Coming looks over to see Bobby Dean, in his little motorized cart, approaching, rather slowly, a large boombox wedged in the front basket of the cart, leading the way. She takes a big breath and exhales, as the frustration begins to set in.

Bobby Dean: (Singing) Trying to catch me ridin dirty!

He pulls his cart up along side 2C, turning the boombox off, and with a flip of a switch or two, the front wheels of his cart raise up an inch, then lower at the same time as the back wheels raise up. The hydraulics have the cart rocking and rolling, but soon Bobby Dean is flailing about, trying to turn off the hydraulics without spewing!

Bobby stumbles from the cart, and looks back at it as if it was possesed, like Christine.

Bobby Dean: Did you see that thing? Sheesh, next time you should come sit on my lap, the cart will take care of the rest. Eh?

His eyebrows arch up suggestively, but 2C ignores him as she continues to roll her shoulders and warm up for their upcoming bout.

Bobby Dean: What are you doing?

The Second Coming: Warming up.

Bobby Dean: Why?

2C: So I’m ready to kick your butt.

Bobby Dean: Why would you want to do that?

2C: We’ve got a match, you idiot.

Bobby Dean: I know that, idiot.

Bobby stammers before repeating her own insult back, which only causes 2C to roll her eyes.

Bobby Dean: What I’m wondering is, why you’re warming up for a match. I’m not wrestling you.

The Second Coming stops and looks at him, a mixture of intrigue and annoyance expressed on her masked face. Then again, she’s wearing a mask, it could be a mixture of arousal and constipation instead.

2C: What are you talking about?

Bobby Dean: Well, I have no intention on wrestling you. You see, I’m not very good at it. I figured we’d compete in something that I think we’d both be very good at!

2C: I’m not going to see who eats the most hot dogs Bobby.

He’s about to say something, but her comment registers and his eyes light up, like a lightbulb just got turned on over his head.

Bobby Dean: You know, that’d actually be a great idea!

Suddenly he begins to frown.

Bobby Dean: But you’re right, it wouldn’t be fair. I think you’ve got an unfair advantage with phallic shaped objects in your mouth, than me…

2C: Did you seriously just say what I think you said?

Bobby looks confused, as if he was unsure of how she could take offense to that, because in his opinion he just paid her a huge compliment.

Bobby Dean: What’d I say?

2C looked defeated.

2C: Never mind, Bobby. I’ll remind you in the ring, with a fist to the face.

Bobby Dean: Yeah, I’ve been getting that a lot, here lately. I don’t get it. But any way, we’re getting side tracked. We’ll talk about you’re sucking abilities some other time, now, I want to issue you a challenge.

2C: No.

Bobby Dean: Come on, you’ll love it!

2C: No.

Bobby Dean ignoring her rejection, walks over to his cart and very dramatically turns his Boombox on. The luscious voice of Meghan Trainor begins to play, as she sings about how she’s All About That Bass.

Bobby Dean: David Hightower LOVES this song!

The Second Coming looks at Bobby Dean as if he had just lost his mind, but it seems to be like a car wreck to her, because she can’t take her eyes off the unfolding scene. Bobby Dean, grabs his trunks and pulls them into the crack of his ass, and begins to move.

2C: What. Are. You. Doing!?

Bobby Dean, with his backside to her, jiggles and claps his butt cheeks together to the beat of the song a few more seconds before dropping low, and dry humping the ground, the whole time his cheeks roll back and forth, up and down, side to side, like a large body of water. He looks over his shoulder and answers.

Bobby Dean: TWERKING!!!!

The Second Coming, gags a little, trying to prevent herself from throwing up, before she storms off towards the curtain, leaving a still twerking Bobby Dean in her wake. With her gone, Bobby stops and looks around, having been oblivious to her sudden departure.

Bobby Dean: Did I win?

Brought to You By

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The Second Coming vs. Bobby Dean

As we move ringside, Bobby Dean is already in the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, posing for all of the women in the audience.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean trying to rekindle his glory days as he poses in the ring.

Ace: He stole a match from CBR and now he thinks he is the cat's meow.

Blackfront: Well, a win over CBR is a big thing. If he can take home a victory tonight over the undefeated Second Coming, many believe Bobby Dean will be aligned perfectly for a title shot.

Ace: Dean as champion? He has about as much chance as Madman Szalinski has beating La Flama Blanca.

The air raid siren sounds off as Apex Predator by OTEP starts up. The lights dim, and a single spotlight shines on the entryway.

After several seconds of anticipation, The Second Coming walks through the curtain and stops just after entry. Her entire head is obscured by the hood of her sweatshirt, and her gaze is focused down.

Blackfront: The Second Coming, undefeated through CW and the UTA. The woman who took the VCW Championship from Dick Fury. She has a guaranteed title shot int he future. Many are saying, she cold be the first female UTA Champion since Hall of Famer Aki Sesame.

Ace: There's no way. Everyone knows that Kathryn Velmont Thomas will be the one who does that.

She takes several cleansing breaths, as if she's psyching herself up for the evening's match.

Announcer: Hailing from New York, New York!

2C walks the aisle in the very center, consciously oblivious to the cheering fans on either side of her. The black hoodie, black pants, black boots and black face mask nearly obscure her completely, though her confidence - filled walk implies that her nondescript appearance was not to be taken lightly.

Announcer: Standing at five feet nine inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...

There was no pageantry or fuss as the Second Coming steps through the ropes. She paces the perimeter a step away from the ropes like a caged animal, flexing her tape - covered hands and wrists as the lights start to come up.

Announcer: THE... SECOOOOND... COMING!

As the fans cheer 2C's name, she unzips the hoodie and waits for the bell to ring.

Blackfront: Here we go folks as Wrestleshow kicks off now.

The bell sounds. As it does Bobby Dean shoots a smile at The Second Coming who rolls her eyes.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean looking forward to getting hsi hands on The Second Coming.

Ace: Bobby Dean looks forward to anytime he can touch a woman.

Blackfront: Alright, here we go. Second Coming attempting to lock up with Dean who immediately tosses her back and to the ground.

Ace: This guy is like is like two hundred and fifty pounds heavier than she is. Winning streak or not, I think this is the end of the road for her.

Blackfront: Not just a winning streak Tommy. She is undefeated.

Ace: What? Seven matches? Who cares?

Second Coming rolls over and gets to her feet. She runs at Dean who just shoves a shoulder out and knocks her back down. He begins to laugh.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean unable to be moved by Second Coming who should rethink her plan of attack.

Ace: Yea, it's called just go to the back. I think Dean is an idiot. But you can't argue the facts. He's bigger than her. Plus, I mean, she is a woman.

Blackfront: that has no bearing over Second Coming's athletic ability.

Ace: Yea. if staying on the canvas is athletic ability, she is a gold medalist.

Second Coming rolls over and gets back to her feet. She walks up to Dean and the two stare at each other.

Blackfront: Intense stare between the two now as they get ready to go again.

Bobby reaches out with both hands and tries to grab at her breast. Second Coming swats his hands away and then comes across hard with a huge right hand.

Blackfront: Second Coming not one to be objectified. Instead of a slap she is rocking Bobby Dean with rights. Dean is reeling.

Bobby stumbles back a bit. Second Coming looks back before running toward the ropes. As she hits them, she charges Bobby who catches himself. Seeing her coming toward, he bends down, catches her, and in a fluid motion, scoops her up and comes over, driving all of his weight on top of her.

Blackfront: SCOOP POWER SLAM BY BOBBY DEAN!

Ace: He just killed her Jason!

Bobby gets up to his knees and looks down at Second Coming who is just laying on the canvas. His eyes grow large as he quickly goes down and tries putting his mouth on her through her mask, while placing his hands on her chest.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean.. trying to give Second Coming mouth to mouth?

He rubs on her chest for a moment before Second Coming throws her head up with force, butting him into his.

Ace: He wanted a cheap feel and it cost him.

Bobby Dean holds his forehead as he gets back to his knees, then begins to get up. Second Coming rolls to the side of the apron and looks disgusted. She grabs the ropes and uses them to start pulling her self up.

Blackfront: Second Coming still feeling the effects of that power slam, but trying to get away from Bobby Dean's inappropriate actions.

Second Coming walks from the ropes. Bobby Dean makes a thrusting motion toward her. Still disgusted, Second Coming points a finger at him. Dean is taken about. She verbalizes No! toward her opponent and shakes her finger at him.

Blackfront: Second Coming telling Bobby Dean off.

Ace: How can she turn down advances of someone like Beautiful Bobby Dean?

Blackfront: Easily.

Second Coming wags her finger at him some more, yelling about he is better than that and to show her and the whole world he isn't some joke. She points out to the fans. Bobby's face follows, looking out. For a moment, the old Beautiful Bobby Dean can be seen in his face. He shakes his head as it appears a tear begins to show in the corner of his eye.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean agrees. He is better than that. He wants to show the world!

Ace: That what? Jenny Craig doesn't work? He already did.

Bobby Dean backs away and motions for her to come forward.

Blackfront: Second Coming moves forward, going for another attempt at a tie up.

Ace: Because that worked so well the first time.

As they lock up, Bobby Dean pushes her backward and into the ropes. He pulls backward and sends her across the ring.

Blackfront: Second Coming on the return again. Dean bends to catch her... Second Coming leaps over, grabbing his waist... Sunset fli... NO! Bobby Dean doesn't budge.

Second Coming, still holding onto Bobby Dean, arches behind him. He grabs her hand, and turns around quickly pulling her arm out before he grabs her head and drops to the canvas.

Blackfront: DEAN COUNTERS INTO A REVERSE DDT!

Ace: An actual technical move?! By Bobby Dean?!

Blackfront: First a scoop power slam then a reverse DDT. it's almost as if The Second Coming has lit a fire under Bobby Dean. But at what cost to her?

Bobby Dean gets up. he looks to the ropes, then to Second Coming.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean takes off toward the ropes!

As he runs, he slows down. Once he hits the ropes, he gets a slight boost of momentum before slowing again from a run, to a jog. As he approaches Second Coming, Bobby stops completely, bending over and putting his hands on his hips.

Ace: there's the Bobby Dean I know.

Bobby takes a deep breath and turns, running again.,

Blackfront: Bobby Dean trying again! Off of the ropes.... He leaps... SECOND COMING ROLLS AWAY FROM THE LEG DROP!!!

Dean's leg his the canvas hard as Second Coming rolls to the ropes, throwing her arm up to grab the middle and pulling her self up. Bobby Dean's face is one of pain.

Blackfront: Bobby Dean pushed himself and made a valid attempt, but unable to land the leg drop.

Ace: Probably for the best for The Second Coming.

Blackfront: Second Coming comes forward... swift kick to the ribs of Bobby Dean.

Ace: That was padded by his stomach.

Blackfront: Oh come on tommy. Bobby is really trying tonight.

She comes back and brings her foot across his chest this time, sending Bobby to the canvas fully.

Blackfront: Second Coming climbing the turnbuckle.

Ace: Always a dangerous place to be.

Blackfront: That's why they call it a high risk maneuver.

As she reaches the top, she turns toward Bobby.

Blackfront: Second Coming leaps...

She throws her arms out and flips over in the air as the cameras flash, hitting her mark.

Blackfront: SWANTOM BOMB CONNECTS!

Second Coming rolls over and scoot son the canvas over to Bobby's head. She grabs it and stands, trying to lift him with her.

Blackfront: Second Coming trying to lift Bobby Dean up for what I believe will be The Holy Experience...

Ace: Too much to handle there Jason.

She can't get him up, dropping him back to the canvas. Second Coming grabs him again and lifts. Dean starts to come up a bit.

Blackfront: Lifting again... Second Coming just needs to get him to... She does! Bobby Dean is on his knees, and she pulls back applying pressure! Bobby Dean is locked into The Holy Experience!

However, he refuses to tap out. Second Coming, unable to hold his weight up and more, drops him with her own reverse DDT.

Blackfront: Second Coming plants Bobby Dean.. She goes for the cover...

The referee drops and begins to count. As his hand hits for the third time, the bell begins to sound.

Blackfront: She's done it! Second Coming is now eight and zero!

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... THE SECOND.... COOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!

Her music starts to plays as the referee helps her up and raises her hand in victory. Bobby Dean holds his head and looks up. Second Coming looks down at him and extends her hand.

Blackfront: Second Coming offering her hand to Bobby Dean. He disgusted her early, but turned it around and has earned her respect!

Bobby grabs her hand and pushes up as much as he can, knowing his dead weight is too much for her. Once up, Bobby stands with his hands on his hips before extending his hand. Second Coming shakes it.

Blackfront: Respect between two superstars, that folks is what the UTA is all about.

Ace: I think I am going to be sick.

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Diplomatic Visit

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Relegated To The Back

Relegated to the Back

Jennifer Williams catches The Spectre sitting on top of some UTA production trucks in the dark corners of the backstage arena. He is staring straight ahead, lost in thought, with a crazed look in his eye. Jennifer Williams, ever the aggressive journalist, approaches The Spectre despite the potential danger of confronting a freak in the dark.

Williams: Spectre, it seems as thought UTA officials inadvertently left one of its biggest superstars in UTA history off the anniversary show. Care to comment on why you believe they left you off perhaps one of UTA's biggest shows since its return.

Spectre withdraws from his gaze, and cuts a cold look at Jennifer.

Spectre: You know, I could go and blame Dynasty for this oversight, but that would be just too damn easy. I could go and claim that UTA brass just don't see any more value in me, and that my name is no longer has drawing power.  After all, those little jabs and condescending comments have already started. I could be resolved in the fact that, because I lost to a flipping Mexican jumping bean on the last Wrestleshow, that the suits no longer see me as an unstoppable monster. After all, it's all about the money, not being entertaining.

Make no mistake, I didn't come back to UTA to try and remain relevant, as some young upstarts would claim. I came back because I WANTED to come back, not because I NEEDED to come back. My relevancy in UTA is forever cemented in this place. Fact being, I MADE this place, and kept this place alive! Fact being, and you know this is the God's honest truth, I came back EVERY time UTA re-opened its doors after repeated closure! SIX TIMES, Jennifer! And this time around makes SEVEN! So, I was obviously important to SOMEONE in the higher ups if they repeatedly asked me to come back!

So yeah, you'd think if I am STILL that important to UTA, they would have seen fit to book me in a match against someone? Hell, I would have been happy with a one-of match against The Southern Rebel Ron Hall if that was all UTA could come up with!

You know, there have been one or two of these younger superstars in UTA who have had the gaul to say that when I came back to UTA, nobody knew who the hell I was!

Really?

It's a sad thing that more records were not preserved by Eddie Peterson or Jason Blackfront back when he was in charge. Maybe then, I would get more of the respect that I deserve instead of a bunch of disrespectful A-holes who mock me despite the fact I was the FIRST EVER inductee into the UTA Hall of Fame.

Maybe the reason WHY some people never heard of me is because I was always successful where I went and thus I STAYED where I was. Maybe I also stayed where I was, was because of my LOYALTIES to the place that helped make me a continued household name. I was never forced into “fed jumping” because I sucked , or was placed into a situation where I had to join multiple feds at once just to make ends meet.

I've been in FIVE wrestling organizations in nearly NINETEEN years, Jennifer! FIVE! And for people to brag they've been in ten, twenty, thirty feds over the course of their careers, and an obvious lie.

Williams: Thirty?

Spectre: Yeah, thirty is a stretch but who's counting. For those people to brag they've been in that many promotions, tells me they don't last very long in those places... at least not when you compare to the total seven to eight years I spent in UTA, or even close to seven years elsewhere. I've always resolved to be signed to only ONE organization at a time, because THAT organization deserves my complete and total attention.

So, yeah, I am a little bit miffed I wasn't a part of this anniversary show card. But maybe, just maybe, I'll hang around long enough for the UTA suits to come up with a last minute solution to this obvious oversight. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll insert myself into a match just for gits and shiggles. There are a couple of upstarts who have been running their mouth lately. Maybe I'll just introduce my fists to their face.

If all I am relegated to do on this show is backstage segments while others are actually involved in matches, so be it! But what show would be complete without something...something just a bit more “exciting” for the fans from me?

Hehehehehehehehehehe....

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Foreshadowing

Foreshadowing

David Hightower looks upset.

Big surprise.

Hightower: What’chu mean, ain’t no beer here?

He’s standing over a small, slightly chubby, slightly balding man in a white apron and a nametag that identified him as a member of the catering staff.

Caterer: I—I’m sorry, Mr. Hightower! We have strict rules that Mr. Wingate takes very seriously, no alcohol is to be served until at least the halfway mark in the show to encourage you athletes to perform at your highest level possible.

At his feet, Whiskey growled.

Hightower: Well I ain’t wrestlin’ tonight, boy – so I want me a God dang beer! Besides I already polished off 2 six packs earlier!

The caterer’s eyes drift over Hightower’s shoulder, with a ‘Help me!’ look written all over them. David didn’t follow his gaze, but he did react to the tap on his upper arm.

Second Coming: David, put him down.

The Second Coming was behind David Hightower, with her hair braided behind her head, a facemask with a ‘Predator’ face silkscreened on it, a black eye and a bruise on her right cheek.

She was still dressed after her opening match with Bobby Dean, except for her black hooded sweatshirt.

Hightower: Why? I want a beer. And this dumb sumbitch is tryin to play games with me!

2C: I’ve got beer for you, come with me.

Immediately, Hightower put the caterer down. He follows the Second Coming to a table on the far side of the catering area, and they sit down on opposite sides.

Hightower: So where’s the beer?

2C: There isn’t any, I lied to you to get you to follow me.

David Hightower starts to stand up, but he stops when the Second Coming tosses an envelope in front of him. It’s a standard letter envelope, though it looks very full.

Hightower: What’s this?

2C: A business proposal. You said you were offering yourself as a mercenary, did you mean it?

Hightower: Of course I did! If I say I'm doin somethin I God dang well do it!

2C: Good. I hope we can work together. Let me know if you have any questions or concerns.

The Second Coming stood up and left the room. David Hightower shielded the envelope with his body as much as he could as he looked inside. There was a wad of crisp new $100 bills and a letter.

Hightower: Holy crap!

David says running his fingers through all the money in the envelope.

Hightower: Well god dang Whiskey! Looks like we're goin to be eatin lobster tonight!

Whiskey whined at his feet. David pocketed the money before anyone could notice it, and began to read the letter.

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Mikey Unlikey vs. Uncle Rocky w/Robot Pete

 

 

2020 by SOL, rings out through the arena, the lights turn a dark green, just as the beat picks up, Mikey Unlikely appears from behind the curtain. He is wearing his wrestling gear, including a entrance jacket with the hood over his head.

Blackfront: This could be a huge victory for Mikey Unlikely tonight if he can be Uncle Rocky. But you have to wonder, will Robot pete play a factor?

Mikey points to the crowd, and smiles, he picks up steam and heads down the ramp. He gives his fans high fives on the way down the ramp, stopping to pose about halfway down! Mikey smiles and continues to the ring.

Announcer: Hailing from ‘The Louie, Ohio’.

Full of energy Mikey slides into the ring, running to the opposite end of the ring, and climbs to the second rope and drops the hood on his jacket and poses to the fans.

Announcer: Standing at 5’11”, and weighing in at 225 pounds. Mikey Unlikely!!!!

Mikey hops down and removes the jacket, hands it to the ring crew, and starts warming up in his corner. He stretches against the ropes, waiting for the match to begin.

The snappy drum solo from Clap Your Hands by They Might Be Giants starts playing. Robot Pete dances onto the stage, his whimsical little robo-hands clapping along with the beat for a few bars. Then as the bass line kicks in, we hear:

CLAP YOUR HANDS!

Uncle Rocky leaps out from behind the curtain! Colorful pyros go off in the ceiling and rain rainbow confetti onto the entrance ramp. Uncle Rocky does a few doofy dance moves while the crowd BOOs the Bombastic Brawler.

Blackfront: Come on Tommy! Clap your hands!

Ace: No.

Rocky & Pete start stepping rhythmically towards the squared circle. As the duo approach the ring, clapping their hands to the beat, Rocky dances and smiles at the booing crowd, pausing to wag a shameful finger at an especially belligerent member of the audience.

Announcer: Hailing from Eugene, Oregon...

Once they reach ringside, Uncle Rocky and Robot Pete give each other high fives and a BIG hug, before Rocky rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet.

Announcer: Standing at six feet one inch, and weighing in at 240 pounds...

Uncle Rocky crouches down, waiting to hear his name...

Announcer: UNNNCCLLLEE.... ROOOCCCKKKYYYY!!!!!

Uncle Rocky LEAPS into the air, arms outstretched, to a chorus of BOOs. Rocky cups his hand to his ear, pretending that the crowd is actually cheering for him, which only seems to make them boo louder.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky on a roll since coming to the UTA Tommy. He had a great career on the independent scene in Atlantic City, and now he is positioning himself to be one of the top, if not the top stars in the UTA in two thousand and fifteen.

Ace: I've seen better.

As Uncle Rocky's music fades, he dances over to his corner and waits for the match to begin.

Blackfront: This should be a really good match up between two competitive superstars as we continue on tonight, on Pure Sports Entertainment.

The bell sounds and they begin to circle.

Blackfront: Collar to elbow tie up by the two as we are officially underway. Uncle Rocky takes control as he puts Mikey into a side headlock. Unlikely pushes him off. Uncle Rocky sent into the ropes. On the return.

Uncle Rocky ducks under Mikey's arms, and rolls behind him, grabbing him around the waist.

Blackfront: Rocky lifts... Belly to back suple---- Mikey Unlikely lands on his feet!

He quickly bounces back to the ropes and comes forward, leaping up.

Blackfront: Unlikely with a bull do--- NO! Uncle Rocky catches him... leaps forward... SIDEWALK SLAM!

The fans cheer and the back and forward from both men. Rocky sits up and smiles, looking around.

Blackfront: Impressive series there.

Both men roll over and push themselves up. Outside of the ring, Robot Pete has a Let's Go Rocky screen on his monitor.

Blackfront: Both men up and circling again. Here they go, another tie up! Both men trying to gain control....

Uncle Rocky brings a knee up and turns to the side, catching Mikey Unlikely in the gut. He throws his arm up under Mikey's and uses his mometum to toss Mikey over.

Blackfront: Hip toss by Rocky and into an arm bar!

Ace: Did we have a wrestling seminar before tonight? First Bobby Dean actually performing moves, now Uncle Rocky showing off a technical side?

Mikey grabs Uncle Rocky's hand, and rolls over and up, placing his head under Rocky's arm, lifting him up as he stands.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikely up, he has Uncle Rocky up in the air... he drops back, sending Uncle Rocky to the canvas.

The fans cheer and clap. A Mikey chant breaks out. Mikey quickly gets to his feet. As he does, Uncle Rocky, slowly begins to get up.

Blackfront: Both men getting up... Mikey runs and leaps to the ropes, springboard off... FOREARM TO THE FACE OF UNCLE ROCKY!

As Uncle Rocky hits the canvas on his back, Mikey rolls through and pops up. He excitedly throws his arms up and the fans cheer. Robot Pete looks at Mikey and his screen changes to Boo! Mikey just waves him off as behind, uncle Rocky starts to get to his feet.

Blackfront: Mikey making the rookie mistake of paying attention to Robot Pete.

Ace: I tell you, that idiot in that robot suit needs to be banned from ringside.

Blackfront: Unlikely turns around.. uncle Rocky leaps... standing drop kick connects!

Uncle Rocky gets back up, quickly running over and grabbing Mikey Unlikely by the head, pulling him to his feet.

Blackfront: Rocky pulling Unlikely up.

As Mikey stands, Rocky lets go and pulls his arm back.

Blackfront: Chop to the chest of Mikey Unlikely by Uncle Rocky. He follows with another hard hitting chop. He grabs the arm of Mikey Unlikely and pulls him in with another knee to the midsection.

Rocky grabs the back of Mikey Unlikely's head and takes him over to the corner.

Blackfront: Unlikely's head meets the top turnbuckle. Rocky sends it in once again.

He pulls Mikey's head up again, but this time, Mikey grabs the the top ropes to stop Rocky from sending his head into the turnbuckle again. He grabs Rocky's head and slams it into the corner.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikely able to counter.

Unlikely turns Rocky around and pushes him hard into the corner.

Blackfront: Mikey holds onto the ropes as he brings his boot up into the midsection of Uncle Rocky. Another, and another.

Ace: Unlikely trying to come back now, but I'm unsure if he'll be able to Jason.

Mikey climbs the ropes around Uncle Rocky, balancing on the second. He begins to bring his right fist down into the forehead of Uncle Rocky. The fans count along with him.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikey with those big rights to the head of Uncle Rocky.

He grabs the shoulders of Uncle Rocky, and pushes up, throwing his legs around Uncle Rocky's neck. Mikey leans back for a hurricarrana, but is stopped when Rocky throws his hands up, grabbing Mikey by the back and drops forward.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky able to turn an attempted hurricarrana into a powerbomb from the corner!

Ace: That'll slow him down!

Uncle Rocky rolls over and sits up. He grabs his head and checks it before getting up.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky grabbing the leg of Mikey unlikely and turning him around. he lifts the leg... smashing it into the canvas.

Ace: That's Mikey's surgically repair knee as well Jason. That can't feel good.

Blackfront: He lifts... slams it into the canvas again.

Uncle Rocky lifts Mikey's leg one more time, but this time, Mikey turns over to his back and places his free leg up on Rocky's chest. he pulls his legs down and pushes back, sending Rocky up and back.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikely able to get Uncle Rocky off of him, but it may be too late as that knee could be really hurt.

Mikey holds his knee as uncle Rocky holds his back from it hitting the canvas.

Blackfront: Great match from these two.

Ace: It's alright I guess.

Mikey turns over and begins to try and push himself up, but his knee buckles, sending him forward and closer to the edge of the ring. Uncle Rocky sits up and gives a nod to Robot Pete. At that moment he begins to hold his back and flop around on the canvas like a fish out of water.

Blackfront: What is uncle Rocky doing?!

The referee turns and rushes over to check on Rocky. As he does, Mikey grabs the bottom rope and leans over it to hold himself up a bit. As Uncle Rocky continues to flop around, Robot pete heads over and grabs the back of Mikey's head, pulling his throat down and choking him on the bottom rope.

Blackfront: Oh come on! Do something ref!

Ace: He is! he's checking on Uncle Rocky!

Blackfront: Who is obviously faking it.

Robot Pete lets go and Mikey flops off the ropes and onto his back holding his throat. When Uncle Rocky sees that Robot Pete is done, he instantly kips up to his feet and tells the referee he is OK.

Blackfront: You're going to let him get away with that? You can't be that dense ref!

Ace: They do make a good team.

Blackfront: Rocky pulling Mikey Unlikely up to his feet yet again.

He hooks his head and grabs his tights, lifting.

Blackfront: Unlikely lifted... reverse suplex onto the top rope! The Gigleplex by Uncle Rocky!

As Mikey's abdomen hits the top rope, he bounces up and over, crashing back firs to the canvas.

Blackfront: Rocky rushes the corner, climbing the turn buckle.

He turns and balances himself.

Blackfront: Rocky leaps... TUMMY ZUMMY CONNECTS!

 

 

Uncle Rocky connects fully. he quickly leaps up and forward, covering Mikey Unlikely. the referee drops and begins his count. As his hand hits for a third time, the bell begins to sound.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky getting a big time win tonight over Mikey Unlikely.

Announcer: The winner of this match.... UNCLE..... ROOOCCCKKKYYYY!!!!!!!

Robot Pete gets into the ring and begins to jump up and down with Uncle Rocky before the grab each other in a big time good hug between good friends and we get replays of some of the match.

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Short and Not So Sweet

Short and Not So Sweet

The camera comes to life with Jennifer Williams standing in front of the Wrestle UTA banner. As she raises the mic to her lips, Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens step into view.

Williams: Sean, later on this evening, you and your Dynasty team mates will be stepping into the ring with the Shoo...

Jennifer is cut off as Sean grabs her hand, and moves it forcibly in front of his own. As he does so, he makes sure to stare deep and coldly into her eyes.

Jackson: First off Jennifer, what will happen later on tonight to the Shoot Kings and their team is irrelevent. Right now I want to discuss the Spectre. Is that alright with you?

As Jennifer opens her mouth to answer, Sean again cuts her off.

Jackson: I thought so.

Sean turns to face the camera.

Jackson: Spectre, you made the biggest mistake of your life at Wrestleshow 26. When you jabbed me repeatedly with that cattle prod, shooting electricity into my body, you made my resolve to destroy you, just that much greater.

Sean's eyes are cold and calculating. His brain working overtime.

Jackson: Do you know what I've been doing over the past two weeks?

An evil smile forms.

Jackson: I've been planning your demise.

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: I've been planning your destruction.

His hatred for Spectre runs deep. It has done nothing but create a dark haze that now hangs over UTA.

Jackson: Hell Spectre, I've been planning your eradication. You see, your time is quickly running out. While you can think of nothing more than gimmick matches, I think of how to make them more dangerous. Well Spectre, come Seasons Beatings, I'm not going to be satisfied with just beating you. No, I'm going beyond that. Simply beating you will no longer be acceptable. By the time Seasons Beatings are over, people are going to wonder if you'll even be available for 2015.

Sean then turns his attention back to Jennifer Williams.

Jackson: Now then, about the Shoot Kings, Ariel and Chris Hopper tonight. They have talked a good game, haven't they? hell, they've been talking since Ring King. But the difference between them and us is crystal clear...

Sean reaches back and Marshall hands over his UTA tag team belt.

Jackson: We have championship pedigree, and they don't.

As Sean slings the belt over his shoulder, he walks away leaving Jennifer to stand there with Marshall Owens.

Marshall: Short and sweet my dear, short and sweet. Just like Dynasty will make short order of those very jokes that you wanted to discuss. Now then, if you'll excuse me, we have business to attend to.

With that, Marshall also walks in the direction of Sean Jackson as the scene fades.

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History of a show in UTA

History of a Show in UTA

VO: One year has gone past with the UTA, I year of the inmates running around and yet I've been around for a while watching and learning.

The image fades up, Nigma sitting in a chair near a desk as he turns and looks around and opens his hands as a projector is seen near the chair where Nigma is sitting.

Nigma: One Year and I missed out on a few months to be truly apart of this event. It's sad that I really didn't make as big of impact with the other employees. But I hope to show a few things and talk about a select few of people here.

Nigma presses play as the image fades up on Wrestleshow #15 the start of the Ring King Tournament and the projector shows images of various matches of that night the first match is Log Habben vs Abdul Ahad. Log Drinking his Beer while Abdul get's visibly upset. The image changes as Abdul is leaving the ring after Log Habben had a bit of an accident.

Nigma: Now see here, I thought at least one of these men would of stayed, I would of enjoyed helping him and his personal demons but alas he has gone.

Nigma left that open as the projector continues. Next we see Abdul Bin Hussain vs Tobias in the second match for the Ring King. with a great fought battle between the two men and watching as Tobias wins the match and has beaten The Butcher.

Nigma: Ahh a match with Abdul Bin Hussain and his praying didn;t really help matters as he lost to the french quarter man. Abdul has failed and Tobias has moved forward in the Ring King. Sad day indeed but yet where is Tobias? Hmmm Perhaps the same thing could happen again tonight?

The projector continues to play. We now see Dan Benson vs Elvis Macdonald. Elvis coming out to Kung Fu fighting while Dan made his debut another hard fought match with Dan getting the victory.

Nigma: now this wasn't the outcome we all expected for Dan was the first.. But that's neither here nor there really. I just thought Dan would of been Better but as the first I guess he was.

Nigma watches as both Xander Hayes and Ron Barker are in the ring and Xander with a headless Teddy bear in his hands. the match starts up with two different styles of wrestling.

Nigma: Now we are on Xander Hayes vs Ron Barker The creepy uncle of the wrestling world and Barker. now that match was very one sided and I have to give Xander some credit because he won, but he kept on fighting no matter what. He made his mark on his debut in the UTA and yet both these men are gone? Man what a shame another one I'd like to have a session with. the fun to be had..

We see Xander getting his arm raised as the images changes to Sean Jackson vs Yoshii. Yoshii yelling and crushing Sean with a splash then a leg drop. Watching Sean Jackson lose to Yoshii as Nigma laughs.

Nigma: Sean Jackson lost the great Sean Jackson lost to Yoshii a former champion and a up and comer that became the Champion, funny how these things happen, Sean spouting against some conspiracy and Yoshii being the typical Yoshii. A great match indeed, perhaps a thought of the future for the UTA in the works?

Next we see the old La Flama Blanca vs IM Hate both men in the main event for the night. The match starts With IM Hate going for the eyes and La Flama trying to be the true sportsman he was. Ace makes a comment

Ace: Blanca goes down quicker than a Mexican prostitute on Cinco de Mayo.

Nigma laughs at the comment as IM Hate racks La Flamas eyes across the ropes.

Nigma: Now see how IM Hate has taught La Flama the ways of being a true wrestler heh, This match perhaps was a turning point for La Flama to the man he currently is? Then CRB and Abdul Ahad comes out respectively. Abdul then attacking CRB while La Flama and IM hate continue to brawl in the ring.

We now see Yoshii come into the ring and getting hit in the head with a bat by Dan Benson

Nigma: Now all hell has broken loose with Yoshii, and Dan Benson coming out also and made a hell of a match. While La Flama won the match in the end and again it seems someone is now gone? Perhaps IM Hate is La Flama blanca now? Hmm think about the way the match was handled and now the change in La Flama? Perhaps.

Nigma smirks under his mask as he starts to nod.

Nigma: UTA this is the stand out show for me, when it cemented my presence here, and I knew I had to come and bring my prescription to fix the inmates. I don’t want to be the IM Hate, the Elvis Macdonalds of this place and I’m here for the long haul. I hope you enjoyed my perspective on the history of The UTA in one show.

Nigma is now leaning back in the chair as the projector turns to snow and it fades to black.

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The Shoot King Method

The Shoot King Method

Inside the Shoot Kings locker room, all but Graham are collected.  Madman is adjusting his mask before moving to adjusting his knee pads.  Thatcher is in his wrestling gear, but also has boxing pads on his hands that Ariel is punching at.  The group stays silent, minus the sounds of the pads being hit by Ariel.  Ariel is now in ring gear herself, wearing a pink singlet with matching knee pads and boots/kickpads, a Shoot Kings t-shirt underneath the singlet.  Peach is laying on a dog bed that is beside Ariel's gear bag.

The silence is eventually broken as the door is opened by Graham, which prompts everyone to stop and look towards him.  Peach breaks her little nap, looking up and yawning.  Madman stands up, speaking as he does so.

Madman:  What's up, Furby?

Graham looks down for a moment, but then looks at his fellow stablemates.

Graham:  We're good.

Madman, Ariel and Thatcher seem to let out a collective sigh.  Thatcher begins to pull the pads off of his hands, tossing them towards Ariel's bag.

Madman:  Royalty united. King of Cool, Shoot Kings...good deal, man. Good deal...

Thatcher lets out a short chuckle, pointing towards Madman.

Thatcher:  Although you fell for the 80's PSA gag?

Madman shoots a glance at Thatcher.

Madman: You're not letting that go, are you?

Thatcher smiles wryly.  Peach immediately hops up and walks up to Thatcher.

Peach:  BARK!

Ariel begins to speak as Peach seems to be trying to give Thatcher a "warning" bark of sorts.  He leans down, pets Peach for a brief moment, then returns back to standing.

Ariel:  Never. I still can't believe you fell for it...

Madman suddenly snaps his fingers out of nowhere.

Madman:  That's it.  Initiation test.  Tonight.  Chris Hopper's gonna prove he's got what it takes to be one of us.

Madman bends down and pulls a baggie out of his pants. Without unfolding the bag he holds it up, still clenched in his hand.

Madman: I'm gonna get him high...

...after a small moment of silence and Madman sporting a big toothy grin, the entire room deadpans him.

Ariel: Are you insane?!

Madman looks at Ariel funny, then to the rest of the group who maintain their deadpan disbelief. Graham merely shakes his head, while Thatcher is unmoved.

Thatcher: Only you, bro. Only you.

Brought to You By

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Nigma vs. Abdul bin Hussain

 

 

Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards the USA. Suddenly, the cheering ceases as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large American Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the immortal “Star Spangled Banner”.

The big screen starts to show all sorts of American iconic sites. Children playing in the streets, baseball matches, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolve into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until, finally, the Iraqi flag with two scimitars underneath fill the screen. This soon gives way to a hooded figure. The scene pulls back to fill the whole screen with this figure having sprawled at his feet American soldiers.

As Call to Pray by Seether begins to blare loudly through the arena, it is eerily evident that this wouldn’t be a time for celebration. Outraged and appalled, the almost speechless fans erupt in hatred all at once.

Announcer: Introducing first… Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds… Hailing from Basra, Iraq he is the Butcher of Basra! Abbbbbdul Bin Hussain!!!

“USA! USA! USA!”

The fans began booing nearly to the point of an inverted standing ovation. The noise from the fans was deafening with the ferocity of the boos. The roving arm of the cameras picked out people in the crowd. As they realized there on the screen they held the signs higher. Ice Blue strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The curtain at the top of the ramp way parts and they emerge.

Blackfront: Can you imagine if Hussain wins tonight?

Ace: We may have a riot on our hands Jason.

Standing there was Abdul Bin Hussain, dressed in traditional Arab clothes. He was standing between his manager Rafiq and his sister Nazirah. Nazirah was dressed in the traditional Burqa. Rafiq carried the Iraqi flag on a pole. They looked about themselves at the crowds who are booing really loudly.

Blackfront: I will say, Hussain knows how to work the crowd.

Ace: Yes, negativly.

Slowly Rafiq walked down the ramp way, taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He was actually shown laughing. He reached the ringside and climbed the stairs; Abdul and Nazirah entered the ring.

Blackfront: That Iraqi flag is not helping matters any.

Ace: No, it isn't.

Nazirah exits the ring as the Hussain prepares for the match to begin.

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. The Ominous cloaked figure dives through the bottom of the ropes and slides to the centre 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. Clicking his neck, shoulders and fingers, he assumes a stance, ready to fight. 

The lights go out as Scarecrow From Ministry starts up as the strobe lights starts to flickers in the arena as Nigma walks out in his Scarecrow costume, He stops at the ramp and looks out as he lifts his noose from his neck and mock hangs himself as starts to stumble down to the ring.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from parts unknown. Standing five foot eight and weighing in at one hunderd and eighty five pounds.... NIIGGMMMAAAAA

The Screens behind him light up with various clips of experiments and fear images of spiders, clowns, heights, darkness, and other various things. Nigma's name comes on the screen as it cuts to his face staring at the crowd. He stops half way and removes his hat as he looks out to the crowd and continues to the ring, He stops at the steps and walks up as he stops and wipes his feet on the canvas before he enters.

The lights return as he enters the ring and walks around with a slow pace and is ready for the match to begin. 

Blackfront: Nigma with a big roadblock ahead of him as he takes on the former UTA Champion here tonight on this special edition of Wrestleshow on Pure Sports Entertainment.

Ace: Everything is on the line here tonight Jason. If Nigma loses, well, I just can't even imagine.

Abdul bin Hussain drops to his knees in front of Nigma, throws his arms to the side and stares to the sky, praying to the almighty Allah.

Blackfront: I will say, Hussain is a religious man and sticks to his convictions.

Ace: I'm not one to judge a man on his religion, but this is a wrestling match. Lets get it started.

Nigma throws his right hand down in the direction of Abdul bin Hussain and looks out to the fans, yelling Ah, come on! Hussain bends his head down from his skyward stare and raises to his feet, arms still out. Never taking his eyes off of the infidel.

Blackfront: Intensity from Nigma.

Arms still out, Hussain closes his fist. They begin to shake as Hussain brings his arms in, elbows almost touching the sides of his rib cage. He then leads off with right fist to the chin of Nigma.

Blackfront: Hussain following up with another right to the face of Nigma.

Ace: Nigma needs to fight back.

Nigma throws an arm up to block Abdul's next punch, and returns back with his own, followed by more. Both men then begin exchanging fist. With each punch landed by Nigma the crowd pops with excitement.

Blackfront: Both men trading intense rights and lefts.

Ace: It's a flurry of fist Jason!

At the same time, both men move forward. Abdul bin Hussain attempts a clothesline, and Nigma ducks under. Both men take a couple steps forward and turn. As they face each other, both leap with a standing dropkick.

Blackfront: Double dropkick!

Ace: If either could have had the idea themselves, and would have connected, that could have been a match changer. But as it is, they are keeping it even.

Blackfront: The fans are behind Nigma tonight which is a change from his normal reception as this has quickly become an USA versus Iraq match.

As they both push up, the two men look each other up and down, before jetting toward opposite ropes.

Blackfront: Both men off the ropes.

They return. Hussain ducks down as Nigma leap frogs over him. Both continue to the ropes again.

Blackfront: Off the ropes again. Nigma drops to the mat.

Abdul bin Hussain leaps over him, slowing down and stopping in a few steps. As he turns, Nigma pushes him self up and leaps with another drop kick, this time connecting. The fans go crazy.

Blackfront: Nigma with the drop kick that connects.

Ace: These fans are on their feet for Nigma.

Hussain rolls over and begins to push himself up as Nigma gets to his. Nigma comes forward and grabs the neck of a bent over Hussain, twisting and falling.

Blackfront: Spinning neckbreaker by Nigma!

Nigma quickly returns to his feet. He uses his hands to cup his mouth and lets out a yell to the crowd who returns with loud cheers. As he turns, Abdul bin Hussain is on his knees. Nigma grabs his left arm, steps in and spins around, then leans in and rolls back, pinning Hussain's shoulders.

Blackfront: Oklahoma Roll!

Ace: You don't see that every day.

The referee drops and begins to count. Abdul bin Hussain struggles.

Blackfront: Hussain looking to get free.

Hussain is able to kick out at two. As he breaks away from Nigma, Abdul slides out of the ring to the floor. Nigma rolls over and up to his knees, watching his opponent standing outside.

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain re-evaluating his attack plan.

Hussain holds his hands on his hips. Rafiq and his sister Nazirah come over, trying to check on him. Hussain pulls away, turning toward his sister and pointing down at the ground for her to look.

Blackfront: That's just disgusting. How can you treat a human like that?

Ace: He's frustrated.

Inside the ring, Nigma is up. He looks to the outside where Rafiq is now physically walking Nazirah over to the time keeper's area to sit down. Hussain yells something inaudible to them then turns back toward the ring. As he does, his eyes widen at the sight of Nigma soaring over the top rope.

Blackfront: Nigma cleared the top rope.

Ace: He can fly like an eagle!

Nigma crashes down and Abdul crumbles to the floor. Hussain, rolls up and over off of him from the momentum of the crash, landing near the barrier, holding his midsection and kicking his feet.

Blackfront: He is a risk taker, but the risk paid off.

Nigma grabs the top of the barrier and uses it to begin pulling himself up. Abdul bin Hussain crawls toward the ramp. Nigma looks over, still disoriented, but alert.

Blackfront: Nigma needs to get back in the ring.

Nigma looks at Abdul, then takes off in a sprint toward him. Hussain, on his hands and knees, looks to his left to see Nigma coming. He springs up from a crawling position, and catches Nigma, grabbing the top of his head and dropping down so that Nigma's jaw connects with the top of his head.

Blackfront: Jawbreaker by Abdul bin Hussain!

Ace: You've got to be willing to do anything.

Nigma holds his jaw and stumbles backward. Abdul bin Hussain kneels down. From inside the ring, the referee continues his count. Rafiq yells for Hussain to get into the ring.

Blackfront: If Abdul gets in the ring before the count is over and Nigma does not, he will take this one home.

Abdul stands up. He walks over to the ring, and rolls in under the bottom rope. Outside, Nigma begins to shake off the effects of his jaw meeting the top of his opponent's head.

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain now rolling back to the outside.

Ace: This can't be good for Nigma.

Hussain yells and runs toward Nigma. Nigma bends down, catches him, and lifts. Abdul crashes down across chairs behind the barrier as fans quickly jump out of the way.

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain sent over that barricade and into the crowd.

Ace: That was amazing.

The fans are cheering and screaming. Some are trying to touch Nigma as he crosses over the barrier and heads toward Hussain.

Blackfront: Nigma pulling Abdul bin Hussain to his feet and dragging him back to the barrier.

He tosses Nigma back over before crossing over again himself.

Ace: Hussain in control and the fans are loving it.

Nigma rolls Abdul bin Hussain into the ring before sliding in himself.

Blackfront: Nigma may be looking to finish this match here while Hussain is still feeling the effects of being thrown into those chairs.

Nigma brings down a boot to the knee of Hussain, followed by another.

Blackfront: Nigma weakening those knees of Abdul bin Hussain.

Ace: He's smart. He knows he can't just pin Hussain now without making sure he wont be able to kick out.

Blackfront: I'm unsure he is looking to pin Hussain as he lifts his legs.

Nigma steps in, crossing Abdul's legs and twisting over into a sharpshooter.

Blackfront: Submission maneuver.

Ace: Nigma wanting to make Hussain tap to add insult to injury!

Blackfront: He applies pressure. Hussain desperately reaching for the ropes, but he just can't get there!

Rafiq quickly grabs the ropes and pulls himself to the apron, yelling at the referee.

Blackfront: Oh, come on!

The referee quickly rushes over and begins yelling at Rafiq to get down. Behind him, Abdul bin Hussain begins to tap out.

Blackfront: Nigma HAS DONE IT! Nigma HAS DONE IT! HUSSAIN TAPS OUT!

Ace: NO! Jason, the referee is distracted!

The fans begin booing at an incredible level. The referee goes to turn around but Rafiq grabs his shoulder to stop him. Nigma leans back, retching the legs of Hussain who continues to tap.

Blackfront: Nigma is retaining his championship right now. All we need is the referee to turn around.

Nigma lets Hussain go and gets up, turning to see what the issue is. He quickly runs over and begins yelling for the referee to pay attention. Rafiq puts his finger in Nigma's face, interrupting him. Hussain cocks back and hits Hussain's manager, sending him crashing to the outside. The fans pop.

Blackfront: Now get back and end this!

Ace: The damage is done, he just needs to make the pin.

Nigma turns and heads back over to Hussain who is laying on his stomach. As Nigma stands over Hussain, he reaches down. However, Abdul quickly crawls on his elbows behind him.

Blackfront: Hussain moves.

As Nigma turns around, Abdul bin Hussain gets to his knees and reaches back. he pushes up, grabbing the head of Nigma, and twisting and falling.

Blackfront: Neckbreaker from Hussain!

Ace: Where was he able to pull that out from?!

Abdul leans back on his knees, throws his arms out and looks up to the heavens of Allah. The fans can't stand it and they verbally show their frustration.

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain praising Allah as the entire arena continues to yell.

Hussain drops down and crawls backwards, rolling to the outside of the ring. He checks on Rafiq, who is now back on his feet.

Ace: If he wants to win, he should be inside of the ring, not outside.

Blackfront: Hussain taking a breather, but I agree. he should be taking advantage of the situation.

Abdul is seen testing his leg strength, making sure permanent damage wasn't done by the sharpshooter before turning back and heading toward the ring where Nigma is starting to get to his feet.

Blackfront: Taking that time outside of the ring, may have just cost Abdul bin Hussain this match.

Ace: I'm not complaining.

Hussain walks up the steps and stands on the edge of the apron watching Nigma as he heads toward the ropes. Nigma leans over the ropes, yelling for Hussain to get in the ring.

Blackfront: Nigma wanting Hussain to bring himself back into the ring and fight.

Abdul bin Hussain slides back into the ring as Nigma leaps back.

Blackfront: Hussain to his feet, this match continues! Nigma comes forward with a right. Hussain ducks...

He slides his arms up under Nigma's arm, and grabs his head dropping down with a half nelson slam.

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain takes Nigma down. Will he be able to capitalize now?

Abdul gets to his feet. He shakes his leg, showing it is still in pain. As Nigma begins to get up, Hussain runs toward the ropes.

Blackfront: Abdul off of the ropes. Nigma getting to his feet... Abdul leaps... PRAY TO ALLAH! PRAY TO ALLAH!

 

 

As Nigma's face hits the canvas, Abdul rolls over and holds his leg in pain.

Blackfront: If he makes the cover, this one is over.

Ace: No! Not on our anniversary show! This is not the way it should happen.

Abdul rolls Nigma over and covers him. The referee drops and goes for the count.

Blackfront: He's done it! Abdul bin Hussain has pinned Nigma!

The bell begins to sound. Abdul rolls over on his back and breaths heavy.

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall... ABDUL... BIN... HUSSSAAAAIIINNN!!!!

All of the fans boo as Rafiq yells for them to shut up.

Blackfront: The fans may not like it, but Abdul bin Hussain is the winner tonight on what could be his way back to becoming UTA Champion.

Ace: I'm going to be sick.

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A Messege

A Messege

The show cuts to the backstage where we see James Wingate behind his desk working on some form of paperwork. What it could be we can only speculate but really it isnt any of our business anyway. There is a faint knock on the door and it appears that Wingate does not hear it as he does not acknowledge the sound.

This brings on a second, much more vigorous, knock to which Wingate lifts his head from whatever paperwork he is doing.

Wingate: Come in.

We hear the turining of the door knob followed by a door opening then shutting. A man walks in the room dressed in full Fed­Ex attire. He walks up to the desk and stands right in front of an arm chair. In his hands he holds a manilla envelope.

Wingate: What can I do for you? I'm slightly busy.

Man: I came to deliver this to you Mr Wingate. I'm sorry to bother you.

Wingate: Could you not have just dropped it at the front desk?

Man: Once again I am sorry, but the sender left strict instructions that I must deliver it to your hands only.

Wingate's usual scowl turns even more to a frown.

Wingate: Very well, give it here.

Man: Alright, I just need you to sign for verification of delivery Mr Wingate.

The man hands over the manilla envelope as well as a clipboard. Wingate grabs it from his hand and uses a stamp for his signature. He quickly hands the clipboard back to the man.

Wingate: If there is nothing else please show yourself the door.

The man nods at Wingate and makes his exit as Wingate begins to tear open the envelope. Inside is nothing more than a small flash drive with a keytag that says "Play Me IMMMEDIATELY". Wingate plugs the flash drive into the USB drive on his computer and a video begins to play immediately, as per the instructions.

On the computer screen is a room very vaguely lit. All that can be made out is a chair in the middle of the room. A man comes and sits down, dressed in all black, his face covered in shadow. He turns his head side to side.

Man: Are we ready?

The voice is disguised as well, and he obviously gets the go ahead as he begins to speak.

Man: James Wingate Junior, I'm betting you are wondering just what this is all about, arent you? You never were the brightest after all. You see James, you actually know me very well, better than you might expect. And yes, I know you all too well also. But just who am I? Well James, for right now, names do not matter. All you need to know is I am a former employee of the UTA, albeit a very disgruntled one. Why so disgruntled you may ask?

Well it is very simple. When I heard the UTA was returning, honestly I scoffed at the idea. Then when I heard that it was the best it has ever been, I was intrigued to say the least. I wanted to see for myself how this era was any different from any previous one. And for all the hype put forward I must say I was very disappointed. For this crap show to be compared to the legacy myself and other former employees formed is a joke all in itself. You have a joke of a champion, some sumo who can barely speak never mind light a ring on fire the way I have in the past. That right there in itself shows how sad this UTA run really is.The belt has been handed around more in this run than your own mother James.

Aww but one thing that REALLY caught my attention is the fact Spectre has come back after all this time. The man who for the longest time was the face of the UTA finally crawled out of whatever crevice he was hiding in to give it one more go. Bravo James, that may be the only thing you have done right. Sadly that even doesnt rectify all the wrongs in this current company.

What else do we have here? A masked man who cant keep his heart ticking properly, some idiot by the name of Sean Jackson, a man who claims to be the best wrestler in the history of the business who if you ask me couldnt wreslte his way out of a wet paper bag if both his life and the future of this company depended on it. Is there any originality left today? I guess not or else you wouldnt have all these cookie cutter losers running around being paid top dollar to suck profoundly. But now, what are we to do to right this situation? How can we fix this?

The man pauses for a moment as if he is actually thinking of an answer.

Man: Well I know for sure those two clowns Seth Payne and Kevin Hawk arent gonna save you any face value as they are complete morons. But they must be good at something since you seem to keep employing them where as nobody else will. I guess that leaves me only one thing left to do and thats correct it myself. Thats right James you might see the return of possibly the single greatest wrestler ever to grace your ring. I say possibly because I want to see what you have to offer me in return. Why should I save your company from epic failure and possible another emabaressing closure? Whats in it for me James?

The man breaks into a deep almsot disturbing laugh.

Man: Yes James, I'll be seeing you soon, maybe REALLY soon. I just hope you take this seriously and dont brush me off as some idle threat, or things could go from bad to terribly worse. The ball is in your court James, and time is ticking. Dont waste a second cuz it could be very.....costly.

The footage comes an end. James pulls the flash drive out and tosses it on his desk. He rubs his temples a bit, then returns to his paperwork.

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Turk The Jerk!

Turk the Jerk

Verbal by Amon Tobin hits, and Bechdel Kush enters the arena to a warm reaction from the crowd. She's smiling and waving with one hand, while holding a microphone with the other. On her way to the ring, she stops to give high-fives to a couple members of the audience.

When she gets to ringside, she winces a little, and wraps an arm around her ribs. She still manages to roll herself into the ring and get to her feet. As the music dies down, she raises the microphone to her mouth.

Kush: Howdy, Wichita!

This gets a POP from the crowd. Becky smiles and continues.

Kush: So, ah... Hoooow many of you watched Victory last night?

Another POP from the crowd.

Kush: OK, so, ah... You probably saw, ah... Maaaaaaybe you saw what happened during my match with Turk?

This gets a round of BOOs from the crowd. Bechdel closes her eyes and nods, twitching her hands down a little.

Kush: Yeah, ah... I kinda feel the same way, y'know? I mean... I only get, ah... Sooooo many opportunities to show the UTA Universe what I can do, right? Aaaaaaand, well... That was, ah... That didn't happen.

Bechdel pauses and twirls her hair with her free hand before continuing.

Kush: A-ny-waaaaaays, the reason I, ah... The reason I freaked out was, ah... Well... Y'know how the UTA is, like, full of crazy people, right?

This gets a laugh from the crowd. Bechdel twitches her arms again and looks down.

Kush: No, no, no, I mean, like, REALLY crazy. Medically crazy, y'know? Half the roster's been in mental institutions. I mean, even our, ah... Even our staff psychologist is a sociopath wearing a mask and a noose! HOW CRAZY IS THAT?!

The crowd laughs again. Bechdel looks like she's trying not to laugh, but a few seconds later gives in with an uneasy smirk.

Kush: Okay, okay, maybe it's a little funny, but ah... A-ny-waaaaaays, the point, I think? Is that we really don't stop to, ah... To think about how mixing all these different kinds of crazy together might be, ah... Unsafe, I guess? Well, yeah, it's wrestling, so of course it's going to be a little unsafe, but, ah... Um...

Becky kind of trails off for a second. She's now pulling at her hair rather than twirling it. The crowd, for what it's worth, is by-and-large being very patient with her.

Kush: Sorry! Um... I guess my point? Is, ah... we sign waivers to be here? Y'know? But, ah... Ryan Dunston didn't get that opportunity. He didn't, ah... he didn't sign on to be trapped inside a JERK like Turk! Aaaaaand I, ah... I felt bad for him, is all.

There's some polite clapping and laughter, which is soon drowned out by a chant of "TURK'S A JERK! TURK'S A JERK!" Bechdel grins and nods her head.

Kush: Okay, THAT we can agree on! Soooo, ah... So that's what I was sorry about. But, ah... I'm not sorry for bouncing Turk's head off the canvas, and WHY SHOULD I BE?!

This gets a HUGE pop from the crowd! Bechdel now smiles with her teeth and has stopped pulling her hair.

Kush: A-ny-waaaaaays, I feel like I, ah... I didn't really get a chance, because well... I never really know what to think when, ah... When I'm in the ring with someone like Ryan-slash-Turk. The point is, I'm NOT afraid of, ah... Of people bigger than I am, nope! And... And I can't wait to show you that, the next time I get a match!  In fact, if I wasn't so scared of hurting Ryan, I'd challenge Turk to a-

Bechdel is abruptly cut off by the drums of You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence. Bechdel reflexively drops her microphone and stares at the entrance ramp, with an unsure look on her face. Her hand absently starts twirling her hair again.

A few seconds later, Turk emerges, with a chair in one hand, and an evil scowl on his face. Bechdel squints, pulls her glasses out of her hoodie pocket, and seeing that it is indeed Turk (and no sign of Ryan Dunston), she puts her glasses back, gets into a fighting stance, and screams "BRING IT ON JERKFACE!"

Turk laughs, and makes a move towards the ring.

Blackfront: Turk has been under a lot of scrutiny for his actions toward women as of late.

Ace: They know the dangers of getting in the ring!

Blackfront: But Turk takes it too far Tommy!

As he continues down the ramp, Doozer runs out of the back. The fans get on their feet as The Dooze makes a bee line down the ramp wearing a Say No to Violence Against Women shirt. Female protestors in the front row hold up anti Turk signs as Doozer comes forward with a forearm across the back of Turk, knocking him down.

Bechdel doesn't know what to do as she drops the microphone and backs out of the ring. Doozer picks Turk up, and drags him further down, rolling him in.

Blackfront: Doozer not taking too kindly to Turk's actions here as he most certainly has saved Bechdel from the monster, Turk.

Doozer slides into the ring, grabbing the mic on the canvas as he rolls ovr and begins hitting Turk in the head with it. With each hit, the microphone delivers a loud pop throughout the fans. Kneeling over Turk, Doozer pulls the mic up to his mouth.

Doozer: You like hitting women do you?

He brings the mic down into Turk's head again.

Doozer: You can't just have a competitive match? You have to try and hurt people smaller than you?

He slams it into his head again.

Doozer: How about picking on someone your own size?

Doozer stands up, pulling Turk up with him. He hooks both arms under Turks, and lifts him up vertically before coming down into a Lifting implant double underhook DDT. The fans go crazy.

Blackfront: THE ABUSER! THE ABUSER!

Doozer grabs the mic again and rushes over, kneeling next to Turk once more.

Doozer: I'm done seeing you go too far. Seasons Beatings weekend... I'm going to show you what it's like being on the recieving end of an unfair beating.. count on it!

He slams the mic into Turk's head one last time as the fans get on their feet and cheer for their hero.

Blackfront: Doozer will be making his UTA in ring debut the weekend of Seasons Beatings! My God! The DREAM Hall of Famer is in the UTA officially!

Doozer rolls out of the ring and makes his way to Bechdel, giving her some words of wisdom and comfort as we fade.

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Always in the giving mood

Always in a Giving Mood

During wrestling events there are two areas that tend to be busy throughout the night but usually only between matches. That would be the concessions and merchandise booths. That same point holds true tonight as a long line stretches back while lucky fans get their chow and fluids before heading back to their seats.

Standing in line is a young girl who seems rather antsy. Constantly she is touching the back of the person in front of her wearing cargo shorts and a black hoodie sweatshirt featuring The Noid, an old reference to the Dominos pizza mascot. This eventually results in her stepping out of line, still holding her mother's hand, and she tugs on the sleeve. The person turns around and smiles down at her through the tightly closed hood.

Little Girl: Hi.

Shy but sure of herself the young girl smiles back up at her. Her mother remains focused on the line and menu ahead not even noticing her daughter talking with a stranger.

Woman: Hi there little one.

Little Girl: Are you playing tonight?

Woman: Playing?

Little Girl: Mommy tells me you playing down there like we do at school.

Woman: Oh.

She squats down as the person in front of the line is taking her sweet time ordering a truckload. She lets a few of her red strands in her hair fall across her face.

Fears: I am not wrestling tonight dear. I just wanted to be here in person down in the frontrow to watch the Second Coming earlier.

Little Girl: My older brother said that she is a he.

Fears: Oh really?

Little Girl: He heard it from a friend.

Fears: Boys lie. Trust me dear, she is a woman. We know. She would still kick your brother's booty though!

The young girl's eyes lit up. To her it sounded like a bad word to say.

Fears: Are you here alone with your Mommy or is your brother here?

Little Girl: Just mommy. He got a F on report card. He being punished at home.

Fears: I see.

Zhalia looks up at the counter behind her and see's that the woman has finally finished her order and now being loaded up. That left one man and her next after. She turns back to the little girl.

Fears: You want to make your brother feel bad about not being here?

She nods her head. Zhalia stands back up and taps the woman behind her on her shoulder. When she doesn't respond the little girl tugs her mother's hand to get her attention.

Mother: Just a few more minutes Sally.

Fears: Hi there. Sally here was telling me that it is just the two of you tonight.

She looks down at her daughter who smiles brightly up at her.

Mother: Um. I'm sorry. She should know better to talk to people she doesn't kno-

Fears: No worries, Mrs. She recognized me even with this hoodie tied tightly. Some how. Probably the shoes or pants.

The mother does a double take and let out a gasp.

Mother: Oh you're that wrestler Zha-

She quickly interrupts.

Fears: Yeah that be me. So listen, I have two front row tickets with me. I usually buy one or two extra so that I do not have anybody sitting next to me. Just works out better that way. I no longer need them though so-

She fishes out the two tickets in her pocket and held them up to Sally's mother.

Fears: Go ahead and take these. Sally here will get front row view for the rest of the show just over behind the commentary booth with Ace and Blackfront.

Mother: We can't accept these!

Fears: Sure you can.

She waves over to the security at the door and shouts out his name.

Fears: George!

He turns and looks at her while Zhalia holds her tickets up and points to the two. He returns with a thumbs up. She then places them in Sally's mother's hand, and closes her fingers for her.

Fears: George over there will see you to your new seats. No worries!

Finally her turn Zhalia twists around to the counter and orders two nacho crates and a large soda. Once provided to her and paid for she turns back to the mother.

Fears: Give Sally here a night she will not soon forget.

Zhalia then squats down again and turns to the young girl.

Fears: And Sally I want you to tweet me, @ZhaliaFears, later -- with  approval of course of your mother here, and let me know what you thought of Wrestleshow. Okay?

Sally: I will!

Fears: Great! Enjoy the rest of the show! Be sure to get on camera so you can rub it in your brothers face at home!

Zhalia then accepts the girl's hug, doing her best to avoid her nachos getting crushed before she walks away from the counter and heads towards the corridors leading backstage.

Mother: She's a nice person, Sally. Now what do you want to eat?

Brought to You By

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Gentleman Jack vs. Conrad Teller

 

 

We pan to the top of the stage and the fans continue to go crazy. Suddenly, It's On by Tech Nine begins to play. Conrad Teller steps out from the back and raises his arms.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring first, from Riverhead, New York...

As Conrad begins down the ramp, he pulls off his white t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd.

Announcer: Standing at five foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds... The United Toughness Alliance Wildfire Champion... CONRAD... TELLLEEERRRRR...

Conrad continues to the ring.

Blackfront: Conrad Teller getting a second chance to face Gentleman Jack after The Truth attacked him a few weeks ago. But you must wonder, will The Truth make themselves known again tonight?

Conrad enters the ring, walking to his corner and saying a silent prayer to himself. As the familiar notes of Pomp and Circumstance play throughout the arena, Gentleman Jack steps out into the light, a confident (some might say arrogant) grin upon his face.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring now... Hailing from The Land of Gentlemen, otherwise known as England....

He takes a moment to take in the crowd booing before slowly strutting down the ramp, and entering the ring.

Announcer: He stands at five foot eleven and is weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds..... GENTLEMAAAANNNNNN.... JAAAAACCCKKKKK!!!

Once inside, he undoes his robe to reveal an amateur wrestling-style singlet. He takes a moment to pose for the crowd, a traditional gentleman's bow.

Ace: Here we go folks it’s the convict vs. the gentleman!

The bell sounds.

Blackfront: Both men get into a tie up trying to jockey for position. Teller Gains the advantage over Jack.

Jack is whipped to the ropes and rebounds with a shoulder tackle with no effect as Teller turns and waves to the crowd.

Blackfront: Look at Mr. Teller; he is trying to gain the crowds applause!

Ace: Jack takes a moment and spins Teller around with a haymaker!

Blackfront: OH GOD!

Teller falls to the mat as Jack makes the cover!

Ace: KICK OUT!

Gentleman Jack gets to his knees then stands up, before backing away momentarily.

Blackfront: What a gentleman! He allowed Conrad to get back up.

Ace: Both men go in for the tie up again. Wait it looks like Teller has gained the upper hand and places Jack into a bearhug.

Blackfront: What ever shall a gentleman to do?

Conrad then lifts Gentleman Jack up to lock the hug tighter.

Blackfront: Jack has started elbowing Conrad in the head. Conrad has let go.

Ace: Both these men are trying to get something started tonight! But neither one can gain the advantage.

Conrad bounces off the ropes and attempts a big boot to the head.

Ace: Oh he missed! Jack follows it up with a stomp on the toes. Conrad starts to jump up and down. How’s that for Gentleman like?

Gentleman Jack quickly grabs Conrad Teller.

Blackfront: Jack then grabs Conrad into a dragon suplex!

Gentleman Jack quickly rolls over and lifts Conrad up with him. He bends down and puts Conrad on his shoulders before twisting and dropping back.

Blackfront: Jack follows it up with an Olympic Slam!

 

 

Ace: Now Jack is starting to gain some steam!

Jack starts to bow to Conrad as he’s down and gets a smug look on his face.

Blackfront: It looks like Jack is setting up a surfboard on the big man.

Ace: Can…. He… Do…. It…. YES! The surfboard has been locked in.

Blackfront: Conrad Teller is in pain now. Will he tap out?

Ace: The ref has gone over to check on Conrad. Look at the pain he’s in, that can’t be good on the lower back and knees.

Blackfront: Jack had let go; he couldn’t hold on long enough.

Jack is the first to stand as he starts to stomp on Conrad. He drops and covers Conrad Teller. The referee drops to count.

Blackfront: Gentleman Jack going for the pin...

Conrad is able to kick out at two.

Blackfront: Conrad has just kicked out… Oh so close.

Gentleman Jack rolls to his knees and gets up as Conrad rolls over and rest for a moment. When he begins to get up, Gentleman Jack grabs his head and begins to lift.

Blackfront: Jack not letting Conrad get to his feet on his own this time.

Ace: You can't be a nice guy.

Conrad reaches forward, grabs his legs and yanks back, causing Gentleman Jack to hit the canvas back first.

Blackfront: Teller leans back... releases... Gentleman Jack sling shoted into the ropes!

Jack flies forward and hits the ropes. Has he bounces up and back and turns, right into Conrad Teller's grasp.

Blackfront: Teller lifts Gentleman Jack up.... Military press and into a slam!

The fans cheer.

Blackfront: The Wildfire Champion off of the ropes.. he leaps up.. big time leg drop across the man with fabulous mustache!

Ace: It seems Conrad Teller is on a big comeback here after being dominated by Gentleman Jack early on.

Blackfront: Teller pulling Jack up by his arm. Gentleman Jack with a punch to the stomach of the champion in this non title match.

Jack uses teller's arm to throw him over with a fireman's carry onto the canvas into an arm bar.

Blackfront: Jack back in control.. no, Conrad Teller reversing as he stands... Wretches Gentleman Jack's arm behind him.

Conrad lets go, and pushes Gentleman Jack forward. As Gentleman Jack turns, Conrad runs forward throwing his arm out.

Blackfront: Big time clothesline from Conrad Teller!

v/o: Brother Conrad... Brother Jack...

Blackfront: What?!

On the big screen we see the familiar face of The Good Reverend.

Blackfront: Oh come on!

Reverend: You two have been chos-en by HIM!

Conrad yells at the screen as Gentleman Jack rolls over and looks up from the canvas.

Reverend: Don't be angry! It is a joyous occasion that HE has chosen you two!

Conrad yells at the screen again as Gentleman Jack pushes to his knees, confused.

Blackfront: Gentleman Jack unsure what is going on.

Ace: I'm unsure what is going on too Jason!

Reverend: Let HIS love, come over you....

Conrad looks back to Jack who is up now, before putting his attention back to the screen.

Reverend: Now... Brother Jack.... Brother Conrad... Before HIS love can overcome you.. you must first... be cleansed of your sins...

As his voice trails off the lights go off.

Blackfront: It's pitch black in here! Someone get the lights!

As they come up, Brother Judas and Brother Simon are in the ring, holding Gentleman Jack high up before bringing him down into the canvas with a double choke slam. The fans boo as the bell begins to ring.

Blackfront: Can't these two just get a fair match?!

Conrad runs at the two who both come forward with their arms extended, taking him down with a double clothesline. The fans boo louder.

Blackfront: The fans unhappy and I don't blame them!

The Truth stands over the two men, just looking down at them.

Announcer: The winner of this match via disqualification... GENTLEMAN.... JAAACCCKKK!!!!

Blackfront: Gentleman Jack being given the win as the bell was called before Conrad was attacked as well. I just can't believe this.

The screen comes back up with The Good Reverend.

Reverend: The cleansing process has begun! Rejoice everyone! Rejoice!

The fans continue to boo.

Blackfront: No one is rejoicing after this attack. They are damn tired of it!

Reverend: Brother Conrad... Brother Jack... Open your hearts... accept HIM and all of HIS glory!

Brother Simon and Brother Judas walk to the ropes and step over to the apron as Conrad and Gentleman Jack lay in the ring.

Reverend: Every week, we will continue to cleanse you in preparation for HIS love... Make it easy on yourselves... Give in brothers! Join us in the quest for the ultimate truth... HIS truth!

Blackfront: They will not! No one believes in you! I can guarantee when they get their hands on The Reverend, they will make him pay!

Ace: I don't know Jason, at this point it may just be easier to give in.

Blackfront: Never!

The truth continues up the ramp to a chorus of boos as we fade.

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For All the Marbles

For All the Marbles

We head to the back where The Second Coming is standing, peering into the camera.

The Second Coming: So that's over with Conrad, another non-title match in a sea of non-title matches. Athleticism is one thing, but one thing I've learned in my years surrounding this sport is that Champions aren't made by holding a belt - they're made by defending it.

The fans cheered as she paced.

2C: But you, Conrad... you're a fighting champion. Right? You must be as you have an X on your back from everyone like Gentleman Jack.. The Truth.. and so on.

She smirked - we assume.

2C: I hope so, because I think our match at Wrestleshow 26 was sufficiently definitive for me to say that you're going to defend that belt against me at Wrestleshow 28 in two weeks.

Blackfront: Whoa! Big championship challenge by the Second Coming!

2C: I know La Flama Blanca, that Little F[CENSSSOOORRREEEDD] has been talking - and has been talked about - as the next Wildfire Champion.

Well I'm sorry, Le Flaming Blanket, and I'm sorry Conrad - but the next wildfire Champion will be me.

The fans cheered again.

Ace: She's biting off more than she can chew!

2C: Look on the bright side, Conrad. Either I win your belt or you retain it: the little b[CENSORED]'s whole spiel was that he'd be the one to dethrone Conrad Teller for that championship. And we both know that the Little F[CENSORED]ch isn't good enough to take the belt from either of us without his four buddies holding his hand.

2C: Enjoy the next two weeks, Conrad - because I'm coming. And even after that, enjoy the aftermath, because Dynasty will never.

EVER.

Hold the wildfire Championship.

Blackfront: Challenge laid down by The Second Coming! But what about The Truth? Will they allow them to have a match or will they continue to attack Conrad? Could they cost him the title in just two weeks?!

Brought to You By

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The Referee

You Know What to Do

We head backstage where the commissioner, Kevin Hawk, is standing with senior referee Frank Knox.

Hawk: Look Frank... Tonight you are the referee for the biggest match of twenty fourteen.

Frank nods.

Hawk: It's five on five, elimination style. A lot is riding on this match.

Knox: I know boss.

Hawk: We must have a winner, you know that right?

Knox: Yes sir.

Hawk: There's no telling who will try and interfere.

Knox: It's no worries Mr. Hawk. I've always been able to hold my own in big pressure situations.

Kevin smiles.

Hawk: Good. Now, you remember what I told you right?

Frank points to his head.

Knox: I've got it. Don't worry, there is no way in hell this match go any way but the right way.

Hawk: That's what I like to hear.

Kevin turns and walks away. Frank cracks his neck and smiles before turning the opposite direction. A look of surprise comes over his face.

Knox: He...ey... What are you doing here?

No response. Frank begins to back up.

Knox: I don't want no problem!

He continues to back up, and we are left in the dark as to who is with him.

Knox: Come on... please... I...

The fed cuts to black.

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Santa Claus vs. Yoshii

The big screen fades in to show a giant red sleigh being pulled by eight reindeer pull out behind the black curtain that separates the backstage area from the center of the arena. Here Comes Santa Claus by Bing Crosby overtakes the sound system. The air conditioning kicks on in the arena, and soon, all of the fans are plunged into a cold, chilly atmosphere.

Ace: Did it just get colder in here?

Blackfront: That and the music signals one thing Tommy, here comes Santa Claus!

Ace: Ugh! It's not even Thanksgiving yet and we're already being subjected to Christmas? Is this Wal-mart or something?

A light snow begins to fall from the rafters (blatantly shaved pieces of ice). Sitting inside the sleigh is the impressively huge mass of Santa Claus and his beautiful, young, hot wife Mrs. Claus, who smiles warmly at Santa as he drops the reigns and stands up in the sleigh.

Ace: Oh man, I hope Mrs. Santa punishes those on the naughty list personally this year, because I've been a bad, bad boy!

He looks around and smiles as he now hops down quite spryly for an "old" man. His false beard whips around in the wind.. giving quite a strange and bizarre look to a man wearing a Christmas outfit.

Announcer: Coming out first... from the North Pole... Standing at six feet tall and weighing in at an alleged six hundred pounds....

Santa holds up his hand and helps his wife step down from the sleigh. Santa now reaches inside his sleigh and grabs one red and one black Christmas sack made out of crushed red and black velvet material, respectively. Santa chuckles to himself as he slings the sack around himself and catching it on the side of his back around his shoulder.

Announcer: SANTAAA... CLLUUAAASSSSS!!!

He now hums a merry little Christmas tune as his face tics up into a friendly, yet mischievous smile. Mrs. Claus comes to a standing position next to her husband as he now climbs into the ring. He opens the crushed red velvet Christmas sack and begins to toss red and green wrapped Christmas gifts out into the fans. They rabidly stomp, shove and trample over one another just to get one of the gifts. Santa just chuckles inside the ring.

Blackfront: You've got to wonder is anything inside his sack will come into play anytime Santa brings it to the ring.

The black Christmas sack, however, remains closed and is currently resting in Santa's corner. He now pulls on the ropes and bellows out a mighty HO...... HO...... HO! at the top of his voice.. with the fans all chiming in right along with him. He now leans over in his corner as the big breasted Mrs. Claus kisses him on the cheek before taking her place outside of the ring. 

The lights dim just a bit and a tint of red light fulfills the entry ramp right as Japanese Bushido plays over the sound system.

Out steps Jed Dye on to the stage. He stops and straightens his tie then turns around and hosts both hands toward the entrance to introduce the monster sumo mammoth from Japan, Yoshii.

Announcer: Now coming to the ring... from Tokyo, Japan  and being accompanied by Jed Dye....

Out steps Yoshii as he walks and stands next to Jed Dye, focused on the ring. Jed rubs Yoshii's shoulders to prep him for the battle that's ahead. They both start walking towards the ring as Jed ignores the 'loser' fans who hold their hands out, while Yoshii high fives all of them while never losing his focus on the ring. 

Announcer: He stands at six foot four and weighs in at five hundred and thirty nine pounds and is the current.... UTA Champion..... YOOOSSHHHIIIIII!!!!

As Yoshii prepares in the ring his music fades.

Blackfront: Non-title match here as Yoshii goes one on one with Santa Claus.

Jed Dye cracks a smile at Mrs. Claus who just turns away from him as the bell sounds.

Blackfront: Here we go. the two massive men getting ready to go at each other.

Ace: You know.. Santa claims to be six hundred pounds, but I don't think he is.

Blackfront: That's why he is alleged Tommy.

Yoshii gets into a sumo stance, his hands on his knees. Santa smiles before doing the same.

Blackfront: Either way, it looks like Santa is going to try to out sumo wrestle Yoshii!

They both let out a war yell as they run forward and begin pushing into each other. The fans go crazy.

Blackfront: The Champion with more power as he shoves Santa to the canvas!

Ace: That means he won, right? I'm not up to date on sumo wrestling.

Blackfront: Not in this match Tommy.

Santa rolls over and begins to get up as Yoshii runs forward and grabs Santa, pulling him up.

Ace: Yoshii now with that huge forearm across the back of Santa Claus.

Santa Claus falls to one knee, but stands right back.

Ace: Another forearm to the back of Santa Claus.

Yoshii turns him around and grabs his arm, using it to whip Santa Claus across the ring.

Ace: Santa Claus on the return, Yoshii waiting... NO! Santa Claus catches him.. SWINGING NECKBREAKER TO THE UTA CHAMPION!!!!

Blackfront: That may have been Santa Claus's chance to win this one.

Ace: Claus quickly covering Yoshii, looking to put him away and go home with a win over the champion.

The referee drops for the count, but before he can hit two, Yoshii almost throws Claus off of him as he pushes up.

Ace: Kick out by Yoshii!

Blackfront: Pure power. Pure unadulterated strength.

Santa Claus rolls over and gets up, frustrated.

Ace: Santa Claus now stomping away at the chest of Yoshii, working around him before he can get up.

Blackfront: I'm not sure how many men can say they've kicked out of a pin by Santa Claus, but I can tell you this... from those stomps, he does not like that Yoshii can.

Jed Dye watches from outside of the ring, slapping the edge while yelling for Yoshii to get up.

Ace: Santa Claus now pulling Yoshii up by his head.

Blackfront: You need him down, not up Santa.

As Yoshii raises, he pushes Claus backward.

Ace: Santa Claus pushed backward.

Yoshii throws his arms out and runs forward screaming Bonzai! as he crashes into Claus with his massive body, bringing his arms down and slapping Claus's sides.

Ace: Santa Claus just ran over by Yoshii like a freight train!

Blackfront: Maybe I should jot down the license plate on that truck for when Santa Claus gets up?

Ace: Yoshii stepping back.. he runs and leaps... BIG LEG DROP!

Blackfront: Right across the chest of Santa Claus!

Yoshii rolls over and off of Santa Claus before getting back to his feet slowly. Santa Claus breathes heavy as he holds his chest.

Blackfront: Each breath that Santa Claus takes now has to hurt. There is no way he isn't damaged on the inside.

Yoshii walks forward, stepping onto Santa Claus's chest and standing for a moment before stepping off.

Blackfront: That's just cruel.

Ace: Yoshii doing possibly even more damage to Santa Claus by standing on his chest there.

Yoshii bends down and grabs the arm of Santa Claus, pulling him across to the corner of the ring.

Ace: It looks like Yoshii is looking to end this now.

Jed Dye cheers Yoshii on from outside as he begins to climb the ropes. As he reaches the second, holding onto the top for balance, Yoshii bounces.

Ace: Yoshii leaps.. YOSHII BOMB!!!!

Yoshii... hits his mark.

Blackfront: YOSHII CONNECTS! YOSHII CONNECTS!

The camera moves around giving the full visual of Yoshii sitting on Santa Claus. The referee begins to warn Yoshii that he needs to get up as Santa Claus's leg had been flung with the force of the land, onto the bottom rope.

Blackfront: Yoshii getting to his feet, using the ropes. I think Santa Claus is hurt. Six hundred pounds... I just can't fatham.

Jed Dye leaps up and down, yelling for Yoshii to finish the match.

Blackfront: Jed Dye is right, Yoshii needs to end this! He has the perfect opportunity.

Ace: Yoshii now pulling Santa Claus to the center of the ring by his leg.

Claus is laid out as Yoshii looks around.

Blackfront: Yoshii runs to the ropes.

Ace: If you can call that running, I call it jogging.

Yoshii comes off of the ropes and leaps up. However, as he comes down with the big body splash, Santa Claus rolls out of the way, causing Yoshii to crash into the canvas.

Ace: Yoshii went for a big finish with that body splash but Santa Claus was able to move.

Blackfront: I don't know how he's able to breath, much less move!

Claus rolls up to one knee. He holds his chest in pain as he stares at Yoshii on the mat.

Ace: Santa Claus trying to use this time to catch his breath. I'm unsure if even with that save, he can prevail.

Yoshii begins to push his way up. As he does, Claus looks up. He quickly leaps into action, jumping up and rushing forward, raising his knee as he does.

Ace: Claus catches Yoshii with a rising knee!

Jed Dye jumps back, unable to believe what he saw. Santa Claus falls to a knee again as Yoshii lays on his back.

Ace: Santa Claus needs to capitalize, now!

Blackfront: He may not be as big as Yoshii, and he may have been on the end of Yoshii's superior size.. but Santa Claus is a man who just doesn't give up!

Ace: Santa Claus back to his feet.

Claus talks to the crowd, smiling and pointing at his head as if saying how smart he is. He turn and heads back to Yoshii again.

Ace: Santa Claus once again, struggling, but able to lift Yoshii to his feet.

Claus grabs Yoshii's left arm, pushes him back and yanks back himself.

Ace: Irish whi... reversed! Yoshii sends Santa Claus into the corner!

Claus hits the corner hard, his body jolting forward from the impact. Yoshii yells and runs.

Ace: YOSHII FLATTENS  SANTA CLAUS IN THE CORNER!

As Yoshii hits, he steps back, and watches as Santa Claus falls face first to the mat.

Blackfront: It's like a tree being cut down!

Yoshii walks over, using his foot to turn Claus over. Once Santa is on his back, Yoshii puts a foot on his chest and motions for the referee.

Ace: Yoshii looking to put Claus away!

The referee drops and begins to count.

Blackfront: Wait.. is he doing it?

The referee's hand hits three just as Santa Claus gets his arm up.

Ace: Did he make it?

Blackfront: I don't know.. it was close...

The referee begins calling for the bell which begins to ring.

Announcer: The winner of this match... YOSHIIIIII!!!!!!!

Blackfront: The UTA Champion with an impressive win!

Ace: Not as bad of a match as I thought it would be.

Blackfront: You know Perfection has to be in the back watching this one.

Ace: Enjoy your run as champion, because at Seasons Beatings it is over!

Jed Dye holds Yoshii's hand up in the ring as he uses his other to hold the title in the air, sending a message to the back.

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An Old Friend

An Old Friend

V/O: You know the drill Log, this is what you wanted your final step to be. Be honest, thoughtful, and get to your point quick.

The woman stepped away from the view of the personal camcorder and ensured the lens would be centered on Log Habben. Log, looking like he had gained fifteen pounds of muscle sat calmly in a folding chair. The walls of the office exclaimed the social workers accomplishments in the field. Degrees hung throughout the office, along with a plaque exclaiming her job title 'Lorenna Espinosa, Licensed social worker, specializing in substance abuse. Head counselor for the Mt. McKinnon Recovery Home' the walls were barren aside from that. Painted a creamy white color.

Lorena pushed play and gave Log the thumbs up.

Habben: UTA! How all you guys doing??

Log clearly started getting nervous, finding his natural voice, his sober voice, had been extremely difficult lately. The cigarettes had been the toughest, he always thought about his hands. What the heck was he supposed to do with his hands?

Habben: I'm on my final step, and I told everyone here from day one that this is what I needed to do last. Ole Log here I've had a time, I grew up to early, and got drunk to often.

Log reaches down and grabs a coca cola with the same viciousness he used to grab a Budweiser.

Habben: Caffeine is the only thing I get to enjoy these days. But check me out, all muscle these days boys, all muscle.

Log takes his shirt off, unfortunately that doesn't stop him from also removing his pants and pointing at his newly defined thigh muscles.

Habben: I'll be back my friends. Got a few more weeks here but I'll be back. And don't think I haven't paid attention, they don't give me a Marlboro but I can watch the ole UTA. Like that's not bad for my health?

Log crushes the coca cola, some things never change.

Habben: Anyways, boys, like I said. log will be back. They tell me it's important to apologize, honestly. I don't remember any of y'all. Weird dude with a mask, couple old guys trying to hang on to the business, the chunky kid from Samoa or Japan maybe? Couple young guys on a path like mine. But, that's the difference, I came to the fork in the road and went right  See you soon my friends. Happy One Year!

The fans in the arena cheer for the return of Log Habben.

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What I'm Thankful For

What I'm Thankful For

Blackfront: Coming up in just a little bit the main event… The Shoot Kings with Ariel and Chris Hopper taking on Dynasty in the Five on Five Elimination Tag Team title match.

Ace: Hell of a way to decide the tag team champions.

Blackfront: Indeed… We received this video earlier in the day from the members of Dynasty. Apparently, the group got together for the holiday, if you can believe it.

Ace: You see, Jason… That’s why Dynasty is the best in the business. In and out of the ring they are together. That’s why they are so strong.

Blackfront: Calm down with the brown nosing, Tommy.

Tommy Ace turns to look at Jason Blackfront and raises his eyebrow.

Ace: Brown nosing? Get real, Jason. Dynasty in the Elimination Tag match are going to show why they are the best in the game today.

Blackfront: Here’s Thanksgiving with Dynasty…

Ace: I’m just mad I didn’t get invited.

The commentary tag team fade out and the screen cuts now to a video segment recorded earlier in the week.

That classic North East cold makes it nice to be inside. Small amounts of now litter the ground. We find ourselves in the Long Island home of The Luchador. He is spending the holidays with some familiar faces. The fire is roaring in the living room and the wine is flowing.

La Flama Blanca: Thanksgiving is the time where you reflect on what is important in life. A time to express what you are thankful for. I got to thinking what I was thankful for. I’m actually thankful for a lot. I’m thankful for the people I have decided to surround myself with.

Blancas nods his head at his Dynasty family. He pours himself some more white wine.

Perfection: Thank you for inviting us, lovely home, Eduardo. Keep with Dynasty and the network will keep the flow coming in.

Kathryn Velmont Thomas: A great pre-celebration for Sunday. I’m thankful for my talent. I’ve worked hard for what I have and it was not handed to me on a silver platter. I’m thankful for the UTA Tag Team title that’s rightfully mine. I am truly blessed to be here with all of you and to stand arms raised in victory on Sunday with you gentlemen, retaining the Tag Team titles.

The five members of Dynasty raise their glasses to one another.

La Flama Blanca: I’m thankful to be here at this point in my career. I’m thankful I signed on with the UTA. I’m thankful for everything that’s happened to this point in my life. The losses in and out of the ring have put me at this apex in life. This year has been a crazy ride. A major injury put me on the shelf right as I was in contract negotiations. I thought it might have been over. During this year I lost my father. I was lower than low. Then… our paths crossed. The United Toughness Alliance took a chance on me… the smartest move they ever made.

Sean Jackson: I’m thankful for many things. I’m thankful to be here with you all. Thankful to be going into this war, with you four. Thankful that my friend stood by my side as we got attacked.

Jackson puts his hand on Perfection’s shoulder, Perfection nods acknowledging it as Sean continues. Blanca fills up Ranier’s wine glass.

Sean Jackson: Wrestleshow, we keep the belts. Showing the world, why we are the best. Why we are at the top of the business.

La Flama Blanca: I’m thankful that the UTA gave me a shot. Since I arrived, I’ve been involved with some classic matches in the UTA in this year. I’ve faced some of the greats in this business. Each match became the biggest of my career. The matches to finalize the the Ring King Tournament, Chamber Match, Wrestleshow in Mexico, and last Wrestleshow...

They all sip from their glasses, The Luchador looks around his living room to find his Dynasty family enjoying the holidays along with him. Blanca checks the timer, dinner is almost ready. Claude raises his glass, looking slowly around the table, making eye contact with each of his good friends.

Claude Baptiste Ranier: I'm thankful to the fans for believing in me every step of the way.  I'm thankful to James Wingate for giving me endless opportunity and to my gallant opponents who so kindly laid themselves down.  I'm thankful to Yoshii for giving me a wonderful title belt and allowing me to make a fool of him three times over.  

Ranier's smirk slowly dissipates as he raises his glass further. Thomas takes a sip of her wine and looks at Ranier as he speaks.

CBR: But most importantly, I'm thankful to each and every one of you.  My family, our Dynasty.  I'm thankful for being six months a champion in an era that means something and being surrounded by the most genuine of friends and abundance of talent.  

He takes a drink, looking to Perfection who speaks.

Perfection: I'm thankful for a man who can silence the annoying freak known as The Spectre, our host. A woman who has earned her spot in the rankings because she was here in UTA, a real organization, not a VCW reject- the First lady of the UTA. A man who is an all time great in this business, a legend in his own right, Sean Jackson. An Internet champion that's defeated every great that's pass through our halls and never gets a nod of gratitude unless he steps in Dynasty's locker room.

La Flama Blanca: I’m thankful that Conrad Teller put me inside a steel cage against The Spectre. Thank you, Conrad. Didn’t think that would happen, did you Conrad? Never. You assumed like much of the world that The Spectre was going to brutalize me and walk out the victor. Nope! I… I am a part of UTA’s history. That night… etched my place in the UTA. I, much like everyone in this room, will go down as an all time great. Someone that will be talked about for decades to come. My legacy continues. The Dynasty legacy continues.

CBR: I'll raise a glass to that.  

KVT: Here, here.

La Flama Blanca: Sunday, we all walk into a five on five battle. Ten stars of the UTA in one ring. The winner whoever ends the match with two or more people. So Dynasty could win this match with three people, four people, five people. I hope it’s you Madman with Chris Hopper still having to face all five of Dynasty. I’d be able to die happy if you were the one pinned to lose it for your group of losers. I hope I get the pinfall on you. The first of many losses by my hand. Sunday, Dynasty goes into Texas and continues on. This anniversary show is going to be forever associated with us, winning this match Give the network what they want.

The Cruiserweight smiles as he looks each member of Dynasty in the eye.

La Flama Blanca: Sunday, we become legends.

Blanca raises his wine glass to the others.

La Flama Blanca: Cheers!

Dynasty: Cheers!

The group sip from their drinks. Knowing Sunday would be a big night for the group, the UTA and Pure Sports Entertainment.
 

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The Referee pt 2

A Lack of Zebras

We are in the parking garage as James Wingate walks, briefcase in hand. Kevin Hawk hurries behind him.

Hawk: There has to be another way!

James stops and turns.

Wingate: Another way Kevin?

Kevin nods.

Wingate: Look, in the last twenty minutes... our lead referee and two others have been found unconscious after a brutal attack backstage! There is no other way!

Hawk: But sir!

Wingate: No buts Kevin.

He sticks his pointer finger up.

Wingate: Make it happen, and I swear Kevin... if anything goes wrong tonight with you in charge...

He pokes him in the chest.

Wingate: One thing, just one happens that isn't kosher and I have to hear about it when I get off of the plane....

He leans in.

Wingate: Your ass is gone. You hear me?

Kevin gulps.

Wingate: Now... Make it happen. I've got a plane to catch.

James turns and continues off as Kevin stands looking shocked.

Hawk: Oh boy...

We fade to commercial.

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Dynasty vs. The Shoot Kings w/Chris Hopper & Ariel

As we return from commercial the fans are on their feet, excitement is in the air.

Blackfront: It is time for this huge main event!

Ace: I can't wait to see Dynasty destroy the Shoot Kings and Chris Hopper to retain the tag team championship!

Blackfront: Technically, Kathryn Velmont Thomas and Sean Jackson are the tag team champions. The way this goes, is the final two people who were in the ring from the winning team, will be crowned the tag champions. So theoretically, it could just change hands within Dynasty. Or any combination of The Shoot Kings and Chris Hopper could walk out tag champions.

Ace: Theoretically doesn't mean squat! Dynasty will retain!

Hey Girl, Why Not Party Like a Bitch begins to play over the PA System. The fans go crazy.

Blackfront: HERE WE GO!

Madman Szalinski and Ariel step out onto the stage hand in hand as they raise them to the screaming fans. behind them Graham Clauson and Thatcher Rex step out and stand slanted, throwing their fingers up in the air in gun motions.

Announcer: Making their way to the ring first... Representing The Shoot Kings along side of Ariel.... Graham Clauson.. Thatcher Rex.. and MAAADMMMAAANNNNN.... SZZAALLINNNSSSKKKII!!!

Blackfront: The shoot kings coming in force to the ring for this main even.

Ace: The shoot losers Jason!

They begin down the ramp as their music fades out.

The lights go out suddenly as the beginning strums of TNT by AC/DC start to blare over the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts with a huge face pop as the screen lights up with images of "Too Cool" Chris Hopper. The music plays for a bit and then burst into the chorus.

Announcer: Their partner... Hailing from Paoli, Indiana... He stands at six foot nine and weighs in tonight at two hundred and eighty nine pounds.... CHRIS... HOPPPPEEERRR!!!!

 

Hopper then enters the arena and the attention is off the big screen. The 
music continues through the chorus as Hopper struts down to the ring. Hopper is wearing a T-shirt that says "Nose Bleed Pie!" on the front and "Too Cool" Chris Hopper on the back. 

 

Blackfront: Chris Hopper the wildcard of both groups tonight, he could be the deciding factor.

 

He reaches the ring as the chorus ends and another instrumental has begun. Hopper enters the ring and works the crowd from each turnbuckle by hoisting his arms over his head, then he walks over and shakes the announcers hand.

Short Change Hero by the Heavy begins to play.

As the opening riffs begin Sean Jackson and La Flama Blanca walk out on the stage ramp walking in tandem down towards the ring. Behind them, CBR and KVT come out and start down. Finally, Perfection steps in and takes in the boos before continuing down himself.

Blackfront: Dynasty coming out to a chorus of boos.

Ace: These people are ungrateful! Who cares if they boo!

Jackson walks close to the barriers talking smack to the fans near by and purposely ripping any signs from their hands that are anti-Dynasty. As they do that Blanca walks straight down the ramp pointing and yelling at the camera, most if not all is inaudible do to the music and booing in the arena.

Announcer: Their opponents.... All representing Dynasty.... First... The UTA.. TAAAAGGG TEEAMMM CHHHAAMMPPPIOOONNNSSS... KATHRYN VELMONT THOMAS AND SEEEANNNNN JAAACCCKKKSSSOOONNN!!!

Blackfront: Will these two still be champions after this match, we don't know. One of them could be, both, or neither. The possibilities are endless!

Announcer: ALSO REPRESENTING DYNASTY... THEIR PARTNERRRS... PERFECTION... CBR... AND LAAAA FLLLAAAAMMMMAAA... BLLLAAANNNNCCCAAA!!!

Dynasty walks toward the ring, splitting off to circle it as their opponents stand in the ring, waiting for things to pop off.

Blackfront: This could be an explosive situation and we don't even have a referee yet!

Ace: It doesn't matter ho puts the stripes on... Dynasty is about to destroy these idiots!

They climb the apron, standing outside of the ring around it as all five people in the ring continue to be ready for the attack.

Announcer: Tonight's... special.. guest referee...

Ace: Let's find out who was stupid enough to agree to put on the stripes.

The lights go out and an eerie purple glow fills the arena and lights the walkway down the entrance ramp to the ring. An ominous fog also lines the entire ramp down to the ringside area.

Memphisto by Depeche Mode blares over the speakers, and out steps UTA Hall of Famer, The Sadistic Nut, The Purple Haired Freak.... SPECTRE!

Ace: No! No! No! No!

Blackfront: Yes! it is!

Announcer: From the Deepest Corners Of Your Mind.....

Spectre has short, spiked hair, and a wild deranged look in his eyes as he slowly makes his way to the ring and the echoes of Spectre's laughter accompany the music piped into the arena.

Announcer: UTA Hall Of Famer...THEEE.... SPPPPEEECCTTTRRREEEEE!

Ace: This can't be!

Blackfront: James Wingate told Kevin Hawk to make the call and he did! It's The Spectre!

Sean Jackson turns around and leaps to the floor. he begins yelling at The Spectre and heading up the ramp. CBR and perfection quickly leap down and rush to his side, pushing him back.

Blackfront: CBR and perfection trying to not get Sean Jackson disqualified.

Ace: This purple haired freak is going to any ways! there's absolutely no way he can be impartial!

Blackfront: If he isn't.. does that mean that Kevin Hawk will be fired?

Ace: This is stupid!

Perfection and CBR keep holding Sean Jackson back, trying to direct him to the ring where La Flama Blanca and Kathryn Velmont Thomas wait. As The Spectre passes them, he stops and screams BUZZZZZZZ at Sean Jackson who then tries to leap over his partners to get to The Spectre. The referee just laughs sadistically as he approaches the ring, and pulls himself to the apron.

Blackfront: I've got to say, The Spectre is not a friend of Dynasty by no means, but he has no allegiance to The Shoot Kings or Chris Hopper either. If anyone can be impartial, I have to think it is him.

Ace: Did you get into Madman's stash or something? This just isn't right!

Blackfront: Nothing Dynasty ever does is right and you back them!

It takes some time, and the fans get restless, but eventually all ten participants decide on who will start. CBR and Perfection continue to hold Sean Jackson back.

Blackfront: The rules are simple. Two participants in the ring at any time. You can tag any of your own partners in at any time. Once pinned, you are eliminated and must go to the back. The final person in the ring is the winner and the second to last person from that team with them, become the new UTA Tag Team Champions.

Thatcher Rex and CBR enter the ring, representing their teams first as the bell sounds to start the match.

Blackfront: Here we go as the bell rings to kick this match off. Both men circling.

Ace: I've got goose bumps Jason!

Blackfront: Quick collar to elbow tie up by the competitors. CBR using his strength to gain control early as he shoves Thatcher Rex to the mat.

Rex lands on the mat, quickly rolling over and pushing up. He charges CBR.

Blackfront: CBR ducks a clothesline attempt by Thatcher Rex.

Both men turn around, with CBR quickly wrapping his arms around the waist of Rex. He lifts and leans back.

Blackfront: Belly to belly suplex by CBR!

Ace: That was beautiful.

As Rex lands, he rolls over and gets up again. Once again he charges CBR.

Blackfront: CBR catches Rex with an arm drag. Rex up again, he rushes CBR... another arm drag.

Ace: CBR is bringing it tonight.

Blackfront: Yes, but you can't take anything away from Thatcher Rex who is on his feet yet again!

Ace: Come on Claude! Get him!

Thatcher Rex runs at CBR again. CBR bends down to catch him, but Rex stops in front of the Canadian Superstar, and swings his arm down and up hard, catching CBR under the chin.

Blackfront: Heavy European uppercut by Thatcher Rex!

The fans go crazy and his team mates clap on the edge of the apron. CBR stumbles back, swinging his arms. Thatcher Rex goes for another clothesline.

Blackfront: Rex going for a clothesline, CBR able to catch his bearings and duck.

CBR turns around and before Thatcher Rex can turn, he slides up under him, placing his arms under Burkes and locking his fingers in behind his head.

Blackfront: CBR locks Thatcher Rex in with a full nelson.

Ace: Get him! Get him!

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex is struggling, but CBR's strength is just too much for him to get away.

CBR lifts Rex up, and slightly moves to the right as he brings Rex down, slamming him into the mat.

Blackfront: Full nelson slam, and I think Thatcher Rex is finally down for a bit.

Rex lays on the mat holding his head as CBR lifts Rex's left leg, holding it up.

Blackfront: CBR with a stomp to the inside thigh of Thatcher Rex, followed by another.

Ace: Stomp th stupid out of him!

CBR turns Rex over to his stomach, lifts his leg back up and drives his knee hard into the mat.

Blackfront: CBR working that left leg of Thatcher Rex, trying to render his knee unusable.

Ace: Break his knees! Do it!

CBR bends down, grabbing Thatcher Rex by the back of the head, lifting him up. Rex winches as he stands on his left leg.

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex barely able to stand. However, I don't think CBR plans on keeping him up for very long.

CBR grabs the arm of Thatcher Rex, and whips him hard into the corner post.

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex hitting that turnbuckle with force.

CBR runs toward Rex, who throws his leg up, catching him in the face with his foot.

Blackfront: Foot to the face of CBR.

Ace: No!

CBR holds his face as he steps back, turning away from Thatcher Rex. Thatcher reaches over and tags in his partner, Graham Clauson who quickly gets into the ring.

Blackfront: CBR made the mistake of sending Thatcher Rex into his own corner, and he may pay dearly for that now as Graham Clauson is now in this.

CBR turns just in time to see Graham running toward him.

Blackfront: Boot to the gut of CBR by Graham Clauson. Clauson now runs, off the ropes....

As Graham Clauson returns, he slides underneath the legs of CBR.

Blackfront: Clauson slides.

He gets up as CBR turns around.

Blackfont: Clauson leaps, grabbing the head of CBR.

Graham Clauson attempts to fall back for a DDT, but CBR just shoves him off and down to the mat. CBR snarls at Clauson.

Blackfront: DDT attempt doesn't pay off.

Ace: CBR looking to show doubters that they are wrong tonight.

Blackfront: CBR now stomping away at Clauson.

He bends down and grabs Graham Clauson, pulling violently to his feet.

Blackfront: CBR directing Clauson to the corner. He sends his head into that top turnbuckle with force.

As Graham Clauson's head bounces off of the top turnbuckle, CBR turns him around, propping him up in the corner.

Blackfront: The Canadian Superstar now holding onto the top ropes while placing his foot into the throat of Graham Clauson.

The Spectre starts counting.

Blackfront: CBR wants to do as much damage as he can. He has a point to prove and I have a feeling he'll prove that by showing just a purely mean side of him.

CBR releases at the count of four. He reels back... hard knife edge chop to the chest of Graham Clauson.

Blackfront: CBR releases the choke again. Another huge knife edge chop.

CBR grabs the left arm of Graham Clauson and pushes him hard into the corner before yanking back.

Blackfront: Irish whip across the ring, CBR follows Clauson.

Graham Clauson leaps at the last moment, lands on the ropes, and pushes back, twisting in the air.

Blackfront: Graham Clauson with a kick into the face of CBR!

Ace: COME ON!

The fans cheer as CBR hits the canvas. Graham Clauson lays face down on the mat himself, breathing heavily.

Blackfront: That may not be enough to give Clauson the advantage he needs to come back. he needs to make a tag.

Ace: No! CBR needs to make a tag!

CBR shakes off the kick as he gets to his feet. Graham Clauson uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

Blackfront: CBR rushes Graham Clauson.

He bends down and lifts CBR up and over the top rope. However, he fails to realize that CBR was able to grab the top rope and land on the apron, catching his balance.

Blackfront: Graham Clauson thinks he has tossed CBR out of the ring.

Ace: I love it!

Graham Clauson turns as CBR climbs back into the ring and leaps forward with an arm extended.

Blackfront: Clothesline by CBR!

He runs through and leaps, tagging in Sean Jackson.

Blackfront: Jackson in the ring!

Sean rushes The Spectre who throws one finger up and waves it left to right before pointing at his referee shirt.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson in The Spectre's face! Sean, you have to get your head in the match!

Perfection, KVT, and LFB yell for Sean to pay attention. Suddenly, Graham comes up from behind him, rolling him into a pin.

Blackfront: SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP!!!!!

Ace: WHAT?! NO!

The Spectre drops and quickly slams his hand down two times before Sean Jackson is able to throw a shoulder up.

Blackfront: Jackson almost taken out with what even I would call a fast count.

Ace: Impartial, huh?

Blackfront: Sean started it.

Ace: That makes it right?!

Graham quickly crawls over and throws his body up, tagging in Madman Szalinski. The fans go absolutely nuts.

Blackfront: The former UTA Champion is the legal man in now!

Madman begins to climb the turnbuckle from the outside.

Blackfront: Szalinski going up top as Sean Jackson begins to get up.

Madman starts to try to balance himself as Sean is up and sees him. He quickly rushes over and reaches up, grabbing Madman. Sean lifts and yanks, bringing Madman over from the top rope and into the canvas with a large slam. The fans boo. La Flama Blanca leaps up and down with his hand extended. Jackson just peers at The Spectre as he walks over to his Dynasty team mate.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski unable to capitalize and now Sean Jackson, about to bring in La Flama Blanca. These two have been at it for weeks, things are about to escalate here.

Sean tags La Flama Blanca.

Blackfront: It's going down now!

Ace: Get him Blanca! Get him!

La Flama Blanca quickly gets into the ring and rushes toward Madman Szalinski, however, as he does, Thatcher Rex enters back into the ring and runs, cutting him off and taking him down with a clothesline.

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex making the save!

Ace: Thatcher Rex cheating! Do something Spectre!

Perfection, CBR, Sean Jackson, and KVT all yell. Spectre puts his hand up at them telling them to hold their horses as he quickly goes over and shoves Thatcher Rex back by his chest.

Blackfront: The Spectre warning Thatcher now, but the damage is already done.

Ace: Toss him out!

Madman crawls over and reaches up blindly, tagging in Ariel. The women in the crowd go crazy.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski's wife, Ariel Shadows is tagged in!

As The Spectre forces Thatcher out, La Flama Blanca rolls over and up, holding his neck. He sees Ariel and looks back at Kathryn Velmont Thomas who his leaping up and down with her hand out.

Blackfront: KVT wanting in! We're about to see these two women get it on!

Ace: Damn that sounded hot Jason!

Blackfront: What?

La Flama Blanca stands up as Ariel gets in his face.

Blackfront: Ariel daring Blanca to either bring it or tag in KVT.

La Flama Blanca looks back at KVT who is wanting in and back at Ariel. He puts his hands up and tells her to wait. As La Flama Blanca turns and heads toward KVT, Ariel side steps and stares at the first lady of the UTA. However, as she is distracted, she totally misses La Flama Blanca side stepping himself and coming forward with a superkick.

Blackfront: THAT DASTARDLY LA FLAMA BLANCA JUST KICKED ARIEL WITH THE ESTUPENDO KICK! COME ON!

Ace: I love it! La Flama Blanca in Dynasty is the greatest!

Blackfront: He's downright dirty!

The Spectre looks down at Ariel with surprise on his face and then back up at la Flama Blanca who just shrugs at him.

Blackfront: Hell, even The Spectre can not believe la Flama Blanca would do that!

Kathryn Velmont Thomas puts her hands on her hips and pouts toward La Flama Blanca who just smirks her way and struts over reaching out for her hand.

Blackfront: KVT tagged in, but seems a bit disappointed that her prey may already be wounded.

As KVT enters the ring, she pouts at La Flama Blanca but kisses him on the cheek before he exits and heads over to Ariel. Madman, not seeing the kick, makes his way back to the apron, confused as to why Ariel is in the ring and down.

Blackfront: Kathryn Vemont Thomas pulling Ariel to her feet by her hair.

As she pulls her up, KVT brings a knee into the face of Ariel, sending her right back down to the canvas.

Blackfront: KVT in control of the match now. She runs to the ropes, leaps up, moonsault.. connects!

The fans boo.

Blackfront: KVT not done, getting to her feet, pulling Ariel up as well. Ariel sent across the ring and into the ropes. on the return.

KVT steps aside and she passes her. Suddenly, KVT brings a swift kick to the back of her legs. she yells in pain and hops forward, turning around. KVT then runs at her and leaps up with a forearm to her face.

Blackfront: Kathryn Velmont Thomas continuing her attack now.

Ariel stumbles backward and into the ropes.

Blackfront: KVT forward. Grabs the arm of Ariel. Ariel now sent running and hard into the corner.

As she hits with force, she sloppily slouches down into a sitting position. KVT looks around and then runs toward her.

Blackfront: Thomas on the move... she leaps!

As she does she grabs the middle ropes and legs her legs do around Ariel, bouncing with force.

Blackfront: Broncobuster in the corner by the first lady of the UTA!

Kathryn steps back off of Ariel who's head just bends down. She runs to the middle of the ring, turns and darts off against her again.

Blackfront: KVT on the return again.. jumps.. double leg drop kick to the face of Ariel!

As KVT rolls over, she pops to her feet and poses for the fans. Madman holds his head in agony watching his wife go through this.

Blackfront: Kathryn Velmont Thomas looking to put Ariel away.

She turns and heads back over. Grabbing Ariel's head, she begins to pull her up.

Blackfront: Kathryn Velmont Thomas pulling Ariel to her feet. She now pushes her back in the corner.

KVT climbs up beside her on the ropes. Getting her balance, KVT leaps up and in one motion, throws her legs around Ariel's neck and comes down, sending her over her and hard against the canvas, in which she slides to a halt.

Blackfront: Hurricarrana by KVT.

Ace: This is great!

Kathryn Velmont Thomas mocks Ariel as she lies on the canvas before heading over and pulling her back up.

Blackfront: KVT pulling Ariel back to her feet. How much more does she intend to put her through?

Ace: I could watch this all night!

KVT grabs Ariel's neck and bends her backward.

KVT: YOU'RE DONE!

While holding her head, she leaps up and twist her leg over her chest, bringing her down with a split leg inverted bulldog.

Blackfront: THE CRUCIFIXION! THE CRUCIFIXION! THIS IS OVER!

She holds her leg on top of Ariel to keep her down in a pin as The Spectre slides into position to count.

Blackfront: The Spectre's hand hits the mat.. two.. KICK OUT! KICK OUT! KVT CAN NOT BELIEVE IT AND NEITHER CAN I!

Ace: HOW?!

Ariel slaps the mat and gets up. She pulls Ariel up with her and grabs her arm.

Blackfront: KVT whips Ari.. no.. reversal! Thomas sent into the ropes.. one the return.. BACK BODY DROP BY ARIEL!

As KVT hits the canvas, Ariel leaps forward, arm extended and tags in Thatcher Rex.

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex back in this now, quickly getting back into the ring.

KVT tries to crawl toward her corner, but Rex grabs her leg and yanks back, pulling her to the middle of the ring. He turns her over, but KVT is able to get her feet up as he leans in. She puts them on his chest and pushes back.

Blackfront: Thatcher sent back and down to the canvas!

KVT turns over and quickly makes her move leaping up and tagging in Sean Jackson.

Blackfront: Jackson back in!

Ace: Yes!

As Thatcher sits up and holds his back, Sean enters the ring and runs, lifting his knee and connecting with the back of Thatcher's head.

Blackfront: GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS!!!

Ace: HAHA! I LOVE IT JASON!

He turns Rex over and covers him, yelling at The Spectre who casually makes his way over and drops to his knees.

Blackfront: The Spectre in position.

Ace: At a snail's pace!

He brings his hand down one time. Jackson yells for him to count. He raises his hand and brings it down a second time.

Blackfront: A very slow two!

Ace: This isn't right.

The Spectre brings his hand down but stops. Sean yells more. Spectre frowns at thatcher who doesn't move before finally tapping the canvas for a third time. The bell rings once.

Announcer: The first elimination of the match.... Thatcher... Reeexx!

Blackfront: Thatcher Rex has been eliminated and Dynasty is up five to four.

As Sean gets up, Thatcher rolls to the edge of the ring. The Spectre just shakes his head and looks over, asking who is coming in next.

Blackfront: Graham Clauson now rushing the ring as Sean Jackson gets up. Clauson meets Jackson with a series of rights. Jackson fighting back.

Ace: He's already eliminated one. Just four more to go!

Blackfront: Clauson grabs the arm of Jackson. Sean whipped into the ropes. On the return now... arm drag by Clauson! Jackson back up.. rushes Graham.. another arm drag!

The fans are on their feet going crazy. Sean quickly rolls over and gets up as does Graham.

Blackfront: Jackson charges graham... he catches him.. BIG TIME SPINE BUSTER!

All of Dynasty clap on the outside as Sean Jackson gets to one knee. He stands up thn positions himself around toward graham's head. As Clauson starts to sit up, Sean gets ready.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson looking to put the second Shoot King out now...

Ace: I love it! My God, I love it!

Graham sits up and Sean runs. Graham quickly rolls to the side and grabs Sean Jackson's free ankle as he passes and throws his other up. Graham stands, putting Sean in an ankle lock.

Blackfront: Jackson in an ankle lock! Nowhere to go! He can't reach the ropes!

Ace: He'll never give up! You'll have to break his ankle Graham.

Blackfront: I don't think he cares!

Graham yanks back hard. Sean screams in pain, but refuses to give up. He tries to relive the pressure but can't. His team mates scream in support for him. The Spectre gets down and begs Sean to give up.

Blackfront: Spectre begging Jackson to tap but he is refuses!

Ace: Jackson doesn't tap!

Sean buries his head into the canvas, pain soaring throughout his body.

Blackfront: Graham pulls Sean even further back. he has to tap or he will have a broken ankle.

As Graham lifts up, Sean pushes up to relieve some of the pressure. He moves his head up and down while trying to get out, The Spectre quickly calls for the bell.

Ace: WHAT?!

Blackfront: I don't think Sean Jackson was submitting, just trying to gain some leverage.

Announcer: The referee has called this a submission... Sean Jackson has been eliminated!

Sean is dropped to the mat and grabs his ankle in pain. However, he scoots back and sits up yelling that he didn't quit. the Spectre just laughs sadistically as Graham steps back.

Blackfront: Looking at the replay, it is clear that Jackson did not submit.

Ace: Yea Jason, impartial.

Blackfront: Shut up Tommy.

Ace: No! You shut up! He just purposely eliminated one of the tag team champions!

Jackson scoots back more, yelling at the Spectre, cursing. The Spectre just grins and waves bye to him as Jackson drops and rolls to the apron, sitting up and nursing his ankle.

Blackfront: Jackson is mad and, I hate to admit it, but I don't blame him.

Kathryn Velmont Thomas quickly enters the ring and points at Ariel.

Blackfront: KVT looking to finish what she started a bit ago.

Graham looks back as Ariel holds her hand into the ring. he walks back and tags her.

Blackfront: Ariel in the ring... these ladies are about to have round two!

Ariel rushes KVT.

Blackfront: KVT ducks Ariel's arm, slides behind her... belly to back suplex!

Ariel lands on her feet. KVT quickly turns and gets a kick to the stomach.

Blackfront: Ariel with a boot to the gut of Kathryn Velmont Thomas!

She leaps up and grabs KVT's head, dropping down with her legs out and planting her face into the canvas.

Blackfront: X-Factor by Ariel! X-Factor!

She turns KVT over quickly and goes for the cover.

Blackfront: Ariel pins Kathryn.. Spectre into position now... KICK OUT AT A QUICK TWO!

Ariel quickly gets up, pulling KVT up with her.

Blackfront: Ariel whi.. NO! KVT reverses.. Ariel sent hard into the turnbuckle...

As she hits, she turns back first. Kathryn Velmont Thomas runs, and leaps up into a hand spring, flipping over once and coming back hard with an elbow to the face of Ariel.

Blackfront: What an elbow smash by Kathryn Velmont Thomas!

As she steps forward, Ariel slouches down. KVt runs to the center of the ring, turns and runs at her again. She leaps up, putting one foot into Ariel's stomach and grabs her head. As she drops back, she flips Ariel over back first into the canvas with a monkey flip.

Blackfront: KVT showing that fast paced athleticism she is known for.

Ace: Now all she needs to do is pin her!

Ariel runs forward and leaps up, flipping in the air and coming down back first across the body of Ariel.

Blackfront: What a slam!

KVT quickly shoots back and covers Ariel. Spectre drops down and reluctantly raises his hand.

Ace: Just do your damn job!

He brings his hand down, slowly. However, Ariel does not kick out and Spectre is forced to count the three.

Blackfront: Ariel is gone!

The bell rings once.

Announcer: Ariel has been eliminated!

KVT gets to her knees and celebrates as Ariel rolls to the side of the ring. Madman Szalinski quickly shoots into the ring.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski is on a mission!

KVT gets to her feet and turns.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski with a boot to the gut of KVT!

He grabs her head and drops back with her neck locked in. he throws his legs around her waist.

Blackfront: DEATHTRAP! DEATHTRAP!

Ace: NO!

Blackfront: KVT trying to fight it! Trying to stay in this!

CBR steps halfway into the ring. As he does madman just pulls back more. CBR enters fully as Kathryn Velmont Thomas begins to tap. The bell rings once.

Announcer: Elimination by submission... Kathryn Velmont Thomas!

Blackfront: Three on three left! We still have Chris Hopper and Perfection who are one hundred percent fresh!

Madman lets go of KVT just as CBR's boot comes directly across his face.

Blackfront: Big boot to the fact of Madman Szalinski!

KVT rolls to the edge of the ring.

Blackfront: CBR lifts Madman to his feet. Szalinski sent hard across the ring and into the corner. CBR follows up...

He leaps up and slams his knee hard into the gut of Madman Szalinski. As CBR bounces back, Madman stumbles forward.

Blackfront: CBR runs, off of the ropes... he leaps.. BULL DOG!

Ace: There we go! Get that masked idiot out of there!

Blackfront: CBR grabbing Madman by the mask, pulling him to his feet.

He thrust Madman's head between his legs and puts his arms around his waist.

Blackfront: CBR lifts Madman up...

As Madman's legs go around CBR's neck, he throws his bodyweight forward, putting himself over CBR's head and sliding down his back. Madman wraps his arms around his waist, and throws his feet out into a sitting position, taking CBR over with him and into a pin. The fans get on their feet.

Blackfront: AMAZING! SIMPLY AMAZING! MADMAN SZALINSKI REVERSES INTO A PIN!

Ace: HOW CAN THIS BE?!

The Spectre drops and quickly hits the canvas three times before the bell rings once.

Blackfront: Elimination by pin fall... C... B.. R!!!!

Madman lets go and CBR rolls over hitting the canvas hard.

Blackfront: And then there were two!

As CBR rolls to the side of the apron, La Flama Blanca begins to get into the ring, but Perfection stops him.

Blackfront: Pperfection wanting to take on the man he won the UTA Championship from! But I've got to say, I think the fans want to see him and Madman go at it!

Ace: Who cares what the fans want!

Madman gets to his feet and motions for Perfection to bring it as he enters the ring.

Blackfront: These two men have a long and storied history that saw Perfection defeat Madman Szalinski to become the UTA Champion at Ring King several months ago!

Both men circle one another, Perfection slapping his shoulders before locking up. Immediately Perfection gains the upper hand, putting Madman Szalinski into a side head lock. Perfection wrenches on Madman before Madman moves Perfection toward the ropes and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Perfection returns and Madman leap frogs over him, Perfection hits the ropes on the other side of the ring and as he returns Madman Szalinski falls to his back and lifts Perfection up into the air, sending him down to the mat.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski illustrating his speed here! Using his leg strength to knock him to the mat.

Ace: Perfection went down with that one. Get up!

Madman Szalinski gets to his feet as Perfection does and quickly jumps into the air, drop kicking him into the corner.

Blackfront: Perfection in the corner now after an impressive drop kick.

Ace: That's OK. Let that masked idiot use up all of his steam early. Perfection will get him!

Madman Szalinski then gets up and makes his way to the corner of the ring. He grabs Perfection around the head and then sends him over his should with a snapmare. Madman Szalinski then grabs Perfection around the back of the head with a reverse chin lock.

Blackfront: Reverse chin lock by Madman Szalinski. Wonderful placement here by Madman Szalinski, he knows his way around the ring. Perfection stuck in the center of the ring, with nowhere to go.

Madman Szalinski wrenches back on Perfection’ head, Perfection wincing from the pain. The referee gets down and checks on Perfection, and Perfection shakes his head. Perfection then slowly gets to his feet, one foot at a time and then elbows Madman Szalinski in the gut twice, before Irish whipping Madman Szalinski into the ropes.

Blackfront: Perfection out of the hold, he sends Madman Szalinski into the ropes.

As Madman Szalinski returns, he kicks Perfection in the gut, causing him to bend over. Madman Szalinski then hooks his arms and DDTs him to the mat.

Blackfront: Impressive DDT by Madman Szalinski.

Ace: I'm not impressed at all.

Madman Szalinski then gets up and charges the ropes. He jumps up on the middle rope and then jumps off, moonsaulting onto Perfection.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski pulling out all the tricks tonight!

Ace: He knows there is no other way he'll be able to beat the Ring King!

Madman Szalinski then covers Perfection, going for the pin.

Blackfront: We’ve got a quick pin here as Madman tries to take him out.. No.. kick out by Perfection

Ace: Madman Szalinski trying to go for the easy pinfall but Perfection aint having any of it!

Madman Szalinski gets up, frustrated, then quickly reaches down and gets Perfection in a Boston crab.

Blackfront: Submission move here by Madman Szalinski.

Ace: But Perfection is too close to the ropes!

Perfection reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and The Spectre immediately steps in to break the hold. He counts, 1…2…3… Madman Szalinski breaks the hold. Madman then drags Perfection by the leg and goes for another pin in the center of the ring.

Blackfront: Another pin by Madman! A count of two and kick out.

Frustrated Madman Szalinski pushes down Perfection’ raised shoulder and goes for another pin, yelling at the ref.

Blackfront: Yet another! Madman needs to slow down and work Perfection.

Ace: Nah, let him play. Perfection will get the upper hand and destroy him the rest of the match.

Madman Szalinski gets up frustrated. He turns around, just as Perfection gets to his feet. Perfection rises with an uppercut, hitting Madman Szalinski clean in the jaw and knocking him down to the mat.

Blackfront: Massive uppercut by Perfection!

Ace: It was a perfect uppercut! Ha! you see what i did there? Perfect uppercut!

Blackfront: Yea, yea.

Perfection shakes his head to get the combwebs out and then goes to Madman Szalinski and brings him to his feet. Perfection then lifts his left arm, measures up a bunch and punches Madman Szalinski above the heart.

Blackfront: Heart punch by Perfection. Just like he did at Ring King!

Ace: A dangerous move, if done properly it could stop the heart! That was great! Cause him to have another heart attack and lets go home!

Madman Szalinski holds his chest, stumbling away from Perfection to the other side of the ring. Perfection follows him, then toss him into the ropes. However, he is close enough for Graham to make a quick tag.

Blackfront: Graham Clauson tagging himself back into this match.

Ace: He knew Perfection was about to take out Madman!

Blackfront: Clauson in the ring.. he rushes Perfection... Perfection under his arms..

Perfection quickly turns, putting his head into the back of Graham Clauson. He grabs his arms and stretches them out before turning Clauson around as Perfection turns. Clauson now positioned with his head in Perfection's back as the former UTA Champion drops, planting his face into the canvas.

Blackfront: THE PHOTO FINISH! THE PHOTO FINISH!

Ace: That was Perfect!

Perfection rolls Graham over and covers him with his leg hooked, yelling at Spectre to do his damn job.

Blackfront: The Spectre drops... Reluctantly again he raises his hand for a slow count.

Spectre's hand comes down for a third time and the bell sounds once.

Announcer: Elimination by way of pin fall... GRAHAM... CLAUUUSSSSOOONNN!!!

Perfection gets to his feet and walks over, tagging in La Flama Blanca as Chris Hopper steps over the top rope and enters the ring for the first time of the match.

Blackfront: Two on two left. Hopper and Blanca have went at it before, and are about to get it again!

La Flama Blanca takes off to the side, hitting the ropes as Chris turns and prepares for him.

Blackfront: Hopper steps forward, La Flama Blanca under his legs.

Chris Hopper stops and twist around as La Flama Blanca quickly rolls up to his feet. He moves to the right as he turns around, maneuvering behind Hopper. Chris quickly swings his right arm out as he twist around.

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca using his quickness early on. Ducks the arm of Chris Hopper.

As he ducks, Hopper's momentum takes him off balance for just a moment which is long enough for La Flama Blanca to leap up and twist around with a spinning heel kick, catching Chris Hopper in the stomach.

Blackfront: Spinning heel kick by Blanca.

Chris is sent stumbling back just a hair as La Flama Blanca takes off again. He hits the ropes and returns. Chris hopper throws a boot up, but La Flama Blanca does a baseball slide under his leg and leaps up quickly. As Chris Hopper brings his foot down, La Flama Blanca jumps up and throws a leg behind him, kicking Chris Hopper in the behind. Chris stumbles forward.

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca takes off again. Off the ropes. Hopper regains his balance. Turns around.. Blanca leaps...

La Flama Blanca throws both legs out and catches Chris Hopper in the gut. Chris is sent stumbling backward again. He catches himself in the ropes.

Blackfront: Somehow... some way... La Flama Blanca is controlling this match!

Ace: This is great!

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca on a roll. He runs!

La Flama Blanca leaps up at the very moment Chris Hopper bends down, lifts him on his shoulders and dumps him over the top rope.

La Flama Blanca flies out of the ring. As he comes down, he violently hits the side of the commentator's table. His body is jolted back, and Blanca twist over and down to the ground, holding his body in pain.

Blackfront: Oh my God. La Flama Blanca may be hurt. he hit the side our table here with a lot of force.

Ace: GET UP BLANCA!

Chris Hopper holds the top ropes and looks down at La Flama Blanca who has yet to move.

Blackfront: Yea. La Flama Blanca is hurt folks.

Chris Hopper runs his hand through his hair. The Spectre drops down to check on Blanca.

Blackfront: The Spectre making sure that La Flama Blanca can continue.

La Flama Blanca begins to move. He can be seen shaking his head No to The Spectre.

Blackfront: It appears La Flama Blanca is telling The Spectre he wants to continue.

Ace: That's why he is one of the best!

Chris Hopper talks to Madman who is on the apron. La Flama Blanca reaches back and up, using the table to start pulling himself up. His other arm, held close to his body. Although he is in a mask, you can see the pain on his face.

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca is hurt, but wanting to continue as he rolls back into the ring.

Ace: La Flama Blanca is a beast!

Chris Hopper takes some steps back, allowing La Flama Blanca to get up.

Blackfront: I just don't see how he can continue.

Hopper looks at La Flama Blanca, who is now on his feet, right arm still held close to his bdy.

Blackfront: We're back to business now as La Flama Blanca ensures everyone he is ready to continue this match.

Ace: What heart!

Chris Hopper moves in. He reaches out, grabs La Flama Blanca's left arm, and uses it to send him across the ring. As La Flama Blanca hits the ropes, Chris bends down to catch him. However, La Flama Blanca, keeping his right arm tucked in, jumps up and literally rolls across the back of Chris Hopper.

Blackfront: Hopper back up and turns. La Flama Blanca with a kick... caught by Chris Hopper!

As Chris holds Blanca's leg, he leaps on one before jumping up and spinning around.

Blackfront: ENZIGURI!!!

Ace: YES!

The crack of la Flama Blanca's foot hitting the side of Chris Hopper's head can be heard loud as Hopper is sent down to one leg. He leans forward, his hand extended and tags in Madman Szalinski. The fans go crazy.

Blackfront: Madman is back in this!

Madman runs into the ring. La Flama Blanca side steps him, grabbing his head as he passes. La Flama Blanca quickly leaps up the the near by ropes, springboards off of them and plans Madman's head with a bull dog.

Blackfront: THE GRINGO BOMB!

Ace: YES!

La Flama Blanca rolls over and gets up. He runs quickly across the ring, hitting the ropes. As he returns, Madman begins to get up. Blanca leaps up and mounts Madman in the air. As his back hits the canvas, La Flama Blanca just begins punching him.

Blackfront: Those heavy Diez punches while mounted there! This is a fight!

Madman tries to block the punches. He wraps his legs around La Flama Blanca's waist, and rolls over, mounting him before he begins punching.

Blackfront: There is no match left, it's a brawl and Spectre is letting them!

They roll over again, with La Flama Blanca on top once again.

Blackfront: Heavy punches to the face of Madman Szalinski. Is he.. laughing?

Ace: That sick bastard!

La Flama Blanca pulls up on Madman's head and slams it hard into the canvas. he pulls it up again and slams it back down. Madman just continues to laugh. Even the Spectre doesn't know what to make of it.

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca getting to his feet. He runs toward the ropes. Coming off of them now as Madman Szalinski begins to get up.. Blanca leaps.. both feet out.. DOUBLE DROP KICK TO THE FACE OF MADMAN SZALINSKI!

The fans boo loud as Chris hopper winches as he watches from the apron. La Flama Blanca gets to his feet. He looks down at Madman and puts his hands on his hips, proud of himself.

Blackfront: Blanca grabbing Madman's arm and lifting him up...

Madman yanks down, pulling La Flama Blanca down, and rolls him over into a pin. He begins to kick as The Spectre drops down. Perfection can't believe it as he yells for Blanca to kick out.

Blackfront: THIS COULD BE OVER FOR MADMAN! THIS COULD BE OV-

Hawk: Hold on Spectre!

Blackfront: What?!

The camera pans out as Kevin Hawk steps out on the stage, microphone in hand. The Spectre looks up toward him, losing interest int he match. Madman lets go and looks too as La Flama Blanca quickly rolls out and to the floor to safety.

Hawk: Madman... I told you I would take care of La Flama Blanca after your tussle at Victory, didn't I?

Blackfront: He did.

Hawk: Well, I am a man of my word.

Blackfront: What is he talking about?

Ace: I don't know Jason.

Hawk: If you'll look to the screen...

The screen lights up with Madman Szalinski being held back on Victory screaming that he will kill La Flama Blanca.

Hawk: You said.. and I quote.. I'll Kill Him..

Madman nods.

Blackfront: Of course he did. it was in a heat of passion.

Hawk: You want to kill Blanca don't you? Especially after he super kicked your wife tonight...

Madman nods more.

Blackfront: Why wouldn't he?

Hawk: I believe in one of your little videos you said you'd go as far as.. this is disgusting.. raping him...

Madman now looks up at him curious.

Ace: He did say that! He did!

Hawk: Well Mr. Szalinski... you shall reap what you sow tonight. Cme on out guys.

Suddenly the entire arena burst in heavy boos as a number of uniformed police officers begin down the ramp.

Hawk: The man in the blue mask boys.. arrest him!

Blackfront: What?!

Ace: YES!

Everyone is in shock. Even perfection's face is of shock. La Flama Blanca can't believe it outside of the ring. Chris Hopper's face also priceless. The Spectre stands up and gets in front of madman as the police begin entering the ring.

Hawk: If that freak interferes.. arrest him too!

Blackfront: WHAT?! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

Hawk: I'm sick and tired of sitting back, watching Wingate run this promotion into the ground. I'm sick of him holding Dynasty back damn it! I'm doing the right thing! Dynasty will no longer be held back!

Blackfront: My lord! Kevin Hawk is pledging his allegiance to Dynasty!

The police try to get past The Spectre, but he pushes one back. He then brings a fist down and punches another. Madman joins in.

Blackfront: Madman Szalinski and The Spectre attacking the police! Chris Hopper is yelling for them to stop! My God! It's anarchy!

Hawk: Feel free to taze them boys!

As he says it a cop brings a tazer out and fires it into the chest of The Spectre. Another brings his nightstick out and slams it into the back of Madman's legs. The fans boo loudly as Perfection and La Flama Blanca laugh.

Blackfront: Where could James Wingate have went that he is not here to stop this?!

Ace: Who cares?! This is the best night of my life!

The police wrestle the two down, handcuffing them.

Hawk: GET THEM OUT OF MY RING DAMN IT!

He begins down the ramp, pulling his tie off as he does.

Hawk: Don't you go nowhere Hopper. You will finish this match and I will officiate!

Blackfront: Oh come on! He can't do this!

Ace: He can! He can!

The police roll Spectre and Madman out of the ring, who are still fighting. Kevin Hawk smiles as he passes. It takes the entire force to force the two men up the ramp as the fans continue to boo.

Szalinski: Just wait bro! Just wait till I make bail! Ariel.. call the lawyer!

The Spectre's face is pure anger as he tries to fight, getting tazed again at the top of the ramp by an officer.

Ace: I bet Sean Jackson loves that!

Chris Hopper is in the ring by himself, rubbing his hands through his hair in disbelief as Kevin Hawk talks to the announcer before walking up the stairs to the apron.

Announcer: Elimination by... police arrest... Madman... Szallinnsskkiiii!

The fans boo like crazy.

Announcer: Replacing The Spectre as Special referee.... Kevin... Haaawwkkk!!!

As Kevin gets into the ring he walks up to Chris and smiles. Behind him both perfection and La Flama Blanca slide into the ring, chairs in hand.

Blackfront: Oh come on... Don't!

Ace: Yes! Do It!

Hawk: Hey Chris...

He bends in.

Hawk: You lose.

Chris Hopper turns around just as Perfection swings a chair down, cracking him in the skull. La Flama Blanca comes forward with a the side of the chair in his gut, bending him over. Perfection brings his chair up and down across Chris' back, sending him to one knee.

Blackfront: This isn't right. This isn't right at all.

La Flama Blanca throws his chair down in front of Hopper, then runs toward the ropes.

Blackfront: Blanca on the return.., he leaps.. LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF CHRIS HOPPER'S HEAD!

His face his sent down and into the chair. Fans start to throw trash into the ring.

Blackfront: This is pure evil!

Ace: It's genius!

Chris Hopper is laid out. Both perfection and La Flama Blanca roll him over and cover him. Kevin Hawk drops to his knees and starts his count.

Blackfront: This is not over. Not by a long shot!

Ace: It is for Chris Hopper tonight! Plus, Madman and The Spectre are going to spend the night in the pokey! Ha Ha! I love it!

As Kevin's hand hits for a third time the bell starts to sound.

Announcer: The winners of this match and.. NEWWWW UTA TAG TEAM CHAAAMMMPPIOOONNSSS.... PERFECTION AND LA FLAAAAMMMAAA BLLLAAANNNCCCAAAA!!!!!!!

Their music hits as Kevin Hawk stands up with them. He grabs their hands and holds them high. Perfection cheeses big, as he talks to Kevin, still in shock as he had no idea.

Blackfront: The fans are livid and I do not blame them one bit damn it! This is distasteful and wrong! This is not the way to celebrate a year!

Ace: It's perfect!

Blackfront: Wait.. where are you going?!

Tommy throws his headset off and stands up. He grabs the tag belts and heads to the ring.

Blackfront: Well I'll be.. This is horrible folks and I apologize you had to witness this on live television!

Tommy enters the ring and gives Perfection and La Flama Blanca the title belts. Kevin hawk grabs his hand and holds it high as the fans boo even louder.

Blackfront: We are out of time, but watch Wrestle UTA Dot Come for updates on this situation as we try to figure out what the hell is going on. For the UTA and Pure Sports Entertainment, I am Jason Blackfront... Good night..

He tosses his headphone sin anger as the camera zooms in on the celebration. the copyright comes up and we fade to black.

 

 

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