Victory XXXIII

22 Jun 2015

The WrestleZone at Universal Studios, Orlando, FL (seats 1,400)


As the stream fades up from black, the Monday Night Victory logo comes across the screen. The funky beat of Living in America by James Brown begins. The logo pulses until we get to the first chorus. As it fades out we get a shot of screaming fans. We pan across, getting a good lookk at the new Victory ring aprons and stage.

As we come along the other side of the fans, the camera pans down to an upward angle. Suddenly a series of red, white, and blue pyrotechnics begin to explode on the stage. The theme music continues to go off as the camera changes angles. We get shots of the fans singing along to the sounds of the Godfather of Soul.

From the ring post, red, then blue sparklers begin to crackle up from tops. As the music fades out, the fans are even louder and we pan down to the commentator's booth where former VCW Champion, Dick Fury, and Jennifer Williams are standing by.

Williams: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another exciting episode of Monday Night Victory right here, live in the WrestleZone in Orlando, Florida! I'm Jennifer Williams and as always, I am joined by Dick Fury

Fury: Here to give everybody what they want... MORE DICK!

Williams: I highly doubt anyone is asking for that.

Fury: Maybe not the ladies who like ladies... but Dick sure loves them types.

Williams: I'm sure you do. Tonight we have a huge show for you as not only do we continue the road to Ring King, La Flama Blanca defends his UTA World Championship for the very first time live here in the Wrestlezone!

Fury: You mean La Flama Blanca retains his title here tonight in the Wrestlezone.

Williams: Don't count Lew Smith out Dick. Much like yourself, lew is a former VCW Champion. With the year he has had, anything can happen!

Fury: Please, never compare Lew and Dick ever again. The two are not even in the same league.

Williams: You're right. People actually like Lew.

Fury: Huh?

Williams: Never mind. Lets get straight to the action! Are you ready?

Fury: Dick is always ready Jennifer!

Williams: Then lets do this!

Marie Van Claudio vs. Colton Thorpe

The Bitch Is Back by Elton John plays as the fans are booing.

Marie Van Claudio walks out of the back and into the arena as she walks onto the ramp while flipping her hair around. Marie dusts off and walks to the ring as the fans boo her

Fury: There she is. Dick isn't sure who she... convienced... to give her a shot at the World Championship, but in two weeks right here on Victory Marie Van Claudio puts those knees back to work as she faces La Flama Blanca for the strap!

Williams: Correction, for the Championship Title and it could be Lew Smith if he is able to capture the win here tonight in the main event.

Fury: Never will happen.

Williams: We'll see.

Marie keeps on walking to the ring as the fans are booing at her gets on the apron while wiping her feet.

Announcer: Hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Marie gets right in the ring and looks at everyone yelling at her before yelling at the top of her lungs that they better RESPECT her.

Announcer: Standing at 5’7 and weighing in at 127 pounds...

Marie looks at the referee and yells at him that he better not mess up her match this time.


Moves her head left and right as she still has her theme song playing.

Fury: Dick still doesn't get how someone who couldn't hack it in Ring King gets a shot at the biggest championship in the industry. But, oh well.

Marie moves back and forth while waiting for the bell to ring as the unfamiliar theme of Monster by Skillet begins to play over the arenas sound system as the UTA fans in attendance turn their attention towards the entrance way. As the instrumental beginning merges into the opening lyrics, Colton Thorpe backs out from the curtain with his head slightly cocked. He slowly turns, facing the audience with an unimpressed expression.

Williams: Colton Thorpe making his UTA television debut here tonight on Victory.

Fury: Dick's heard a lot of good things about this guy. Looking forward to his crushing defeat of Marie Van Claudio.

Williams: Ugh. Are you going to be like this all night?

Fury: Yes.

Announcer: Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...

Thorpe saunters down the entrance ramp, looking out into the mass of people as the red and white strobe lighting lights the rampway. His appearance is disheveled: Hair is unkempt, soaked with water dripping down his face. Sports a black jacket which has the sleeves torn off, the initials “CT” appear to be spray painted onto the left breast pocket. His walk is slower, and is constantly adjusting his neck and rolling his shoulders.

Announcer: Standing at 6'3” and weighing in at 228 lbs...

Thorpe walks around towards the left side of the ring with a lack of acknowledgement for the ringside fans. The audiences reaction towards the UTA newcomer is mostly silent, yet boos and jeers can be heard from various sections in the arena. He climbs up the onto the apron, and takes off his jacket, tossing it onto the floor outside the ring.


Williams: Colton Thorpe could really move up quick if he is able to topple Marie Van Claudio tonight.

Fury: Dick hears any guy can topple her any night.

Hearing his name brings the slightest of a smirk to his face, but very little emotion is shown. He splits the ropes into the ring and begins to pace back and forth, throwing phantom punches as a type of pre fight/match routine. He adjusts to the center of the ring bouncing up and down, shifting his weight from left to right. Staring at the entranceway awaiting his opponent, focused on the fight he is about to engage in.

The bell sounds.

Williams: Victory is brought to over seventy countries on Pure Sports Entertainment, the fastest growing sports network on cable TV and is live here in Orlando from the Wrestlezone.

Fury: Until after Ring King, when Victory goes on the road!

Williams: Here we go. Marie Van Claudio and Colton Thorpe lock up in the center of the ring.

Colton uses his size advantage to push Marie backwards and into the ropes. As he holds her there, she puts her arms up. The referee warns Colton who lets go and steps back.

Williams: Colton Thorpe taking control early on in this match up over powering Marie Van Claudio.

Fury: Of course he does. He's a man and she's a woman. Men are by far, always stronger than women.

Williams: Is that so? From the looks of things on the last episode of Late Night D, Alex Beckman may have something to say about that.

Marie and Colton lock up yet again in the center of the ring.

Williams: Thorpe taking control once again as he puts Marie Van Claudio in a side headlock.

Colton pulls his arm in tighter, applying extra pressure around her neck.

Williams: Thorpe with that headlock firmly into position, continuing to hold Claudio stationary.

Marie takes her foot, moves it forward, and brings it back between Colton's feet. She wraps her arms around his waist and attempts to pick him up, by lifting up and back.

Williams: Claudio fighting back, trying to overcome Colton Thorpe.

She is unable to get him up. However, his grip begins to loosen. As it does, she is able to pull her head free, and come back with an elbow into his face.

Williams: Marie Van Claudio able to get free. She quickly grabs Thorpe... side Russian leg sweep takes Thorpe down!

Marie rolls over and pushes up as does Colton.

Williams: Marie Van Claudio charges Colton Thorpe. Thorpe catches her... arm drag.

As Marie's rump hits the canvas the fans pop. Colton quickly rolls over and gets to a ready stance.

Williams: Claudio over and up. Charges Thorpe again... he catches her.. lifts... SPINEBUSTER!

Fury: Just like every guy who gets ahold of Marie Van Claudio, quickly slamming her down on her back.

Williams: You're a pig.

Fury: Oink oink baby, yea!

Williams: Oh come on Dick. That's disgusting.

Colton pushes to his feet as Marie Van Claudio lies on the canvas, holding her back in agony.

Williams: Thorpe positioning himself, ready to strike once Claudio gets to her feet. She begins to move. This one could be over quickly as Thorpe looks to make an impressive showing in his debut.

Fury: If beating MVC is impressive, Dick would hate to see what is counted as not impressive.

As Marie stands up, Colton runs toward the ropes. As he returns, he throws an arm out.

Williams: CLOTHS-

Marie ducks. As she does, she brings her knee up and throws her hands behind Thorpe to help push his momentum into her knee more.


As Colton is bent over, Marie throws his arm over her neck and lifts his leg. She lifts with all of her might, snapping Colton over to the canvas and bridging into a pin.


Fury: How embarrassing for Thorpe!

The referee drops and begins his count.

Williams: Thorpe able to kick out at two!

The fans clap and cheer as Colton is able to get free.

Williams: Colton Thorpe possibly underestimating his opponent tonight.

Fury: Easy to do and almost always true when it's Marie Van Claudio you're talking about.

Williams: Oh come on Dick. MVC is one of the top talents here in the UTA!

Fury: In who's books?!

Williams: Every ones! I mean, she does get a championship shot in two weeks!

Fury: Like Dick said... It's all i the knees.

Marie rolls over and gets to her feet as Colton begins to get up as well, a little slower than he has up to this point.

Williams: This match continues.

Marie walks over and grabs Colton's arm, helping him up.

Williams: Thorpe to his feet. Claudio with the whi- No! Reversed by Colton Thorpe. Marie is sent toward the corner. Colton runs behind her.

As Marie enters the corner, she grabs the top ropes and pushes her body up and over Colton's head as his momentum sends him past her. Colton hits the turnbuckle full force with his chest as Marie's feet come down to the canvas.

Williams: Colton Thorpe right into that corner there. Can Marie Van Claudio capitalize?

Colton stumbles around, turning toward Marie who is waiting.

Williams: Marie runs.. leaps up with a high knee catching Colton Thorpe!

As she hits with force, Colton is shot back into the corner again, but his quick thinking allows him to grab her as she connects. Colton steps out of the corner and leaps up and forward, slamming all of his weight down on top of Marie Van Claudio. The fans cheer.

Williams: Colton Thorpe able to turn a bad situation around, but it may be too late.

He rolls off of Marie and lays on the canvas in pain as she is as well. The referee stands over both of them and begins to count.

Williams: One of these two need to make it to their feet before the referee can count to ten or this one is over!

As the referee continues to count, both opponents begin to move, rolling to their sides.

Williams: Who is going to make it up first?

Fury: Well, seeing how Marie is used to staying down... or is that going do-

Williams: DICK!

They both reach their feet in time. The fans cheer.

Williams: Both up! We will continue!

Colton nods at Marie, almost a sign of respect and him being impressed with her so far.

Williams: Marie runs at Colton... He catches her and lifts again...

This time when he lifts her up, Marie throws her legs up, pushing on his shoulders to get some air. Her legs wrap around his neck, and she leans back.

Williams: Van Claudio counters... hurricar- NO! Thorpe doesn't budge!

He uses her momentum to grab up under her arms and toss her down, hard to the canvas.

Williams: Powerbomb by Colton Thorpe!

The fans clap and cheer as Colton drops to one knee, catching his breath. Marie holds her back in pain from hitting the canvas yet again. Colton leans forward and grabs her arm, pulling it back. As he does, he throws his left leg over her neck and yanks back.

Williams: Colton Thorpe locking in Marie's arm. Can she hold out or will she need to tap?

Fury: No matter who you are, a move like this applied long enough can do permanent damage to your shoulder. It's best to just tap out now and live to lift with your arm another day.

Williams: Colton Thorpe pulling hard. Marie Van Claudio has to give up.

She yells in pain as he yanks back hard once again before letting go.

Williams: Thorpe not looking for the submission her as he rolls over and pushes to his feet.

Fury: That's the same arm that was injured previously. Colton may have just killed all dreams Marie had in her title match in two weeks if he re-injured her arm.

Marie sits up, holding her arm in pain as Colton runs past her. He bounces off of the ropes. As he returns, he drops down forward with an elbow catching her hard.

Williams: Colt Magnum elbow there. This one is over as Colton Thorpe covers Marie Van Claudio.

The referee drops down and begins his count. As his hand hits the canvas for the third time, he quickly gets to his knees and calls for the bell which begins to sound.

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall... COLTON... THOOORRPPPEEE!!!

Williams: Colton Thorpe gets a big win over Marie Van Claudio who now could be in a bad place as she prepares for what may be the biggest match of her career.

Fury: Just now in a bad place? Come on Jennifer. It's freaking Marie Van Claudio you're talking about here!

Williams: You are just the worst!

Colton's arm is raised by the referee as he celebrates his victory, leaving Marie Van Claudio on the canvas, clutching her injured arm.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

Why Do We Hide Ourselves?

Why Do We Hide Ourselves?

The camera turns static and then suddenly it turns to a beach the camera pans around showing the waves as they crash down and come to shore. The camera turns back to reveal Lisil Jackson walking down the beach wearing a hawaiian shirt, some khaki shorts, a white phantom mask, and a long black cape.

L. Jackson: Eyyyy Mon! I know what yee be thinkin. Why is Lisil Jackon wearin such a ludicrous outfit? Well... Open ya ears my bruddas! Dis is anotta lesson from dee words of Lisil Jackson!

Lisil spreads his arms looking up into the sky before looking back into the camera.

L. Jackson: Open ya eyes UTA! Take a good look around ya! Look at what surrounds ya cuz my bruddas tings are not what dey appear! In matter of fact pull out ya binoculas and take a look at da top of dat mountain! What do ya see? Ya see a mon who hides his shame behind a mask!

Lisil says pointing out to a mountain out in the distance.

L. Jackson: Da only reason one would hide his own face from da world is cuz he has fear. He has shame... He doesn't want dee world to recognize him. Ya have to ask yaself what does such a man have to hide? But ya see... Ya don't have to be wearin a mask to hide yaself... Like look at some of da names people go by. As an example... Crimson Lord! We all know dat isn't a real name or a real persona... Only a mon who is ashamed of who he really is would lie about his name.

Jackson says shaking his head.

L. Jackson: UTA It is time dat we stand up and take off da masks dat we hide behind!

Lisil Jackson slides off the mask revealing his own face.

L. Jackson: It is time dat we stop lyin to ourselves and stop bein ashamed o' who we really are! We aren't some sorta monsta or walk around like what ya see in a comic book! No! We are who we are! We are what we are meant ta be!

Jackson slides off the cape.

L. Jackson: It's time to be real... It's time we let da demons and da masks we hide behind just drift out ta sea....

Jackson says as he throws the cape and the mask into the tide. The camera zooms in as they get taken off into the sea.

L. Jackson: My bruddas! Dis has been anotta lesson from dee words of Lisil Jackson! Rememba! Betta must come! Today is one day but tomorrow is anotta! I am because you are!


Pin Smith vs. Blackbeard

As we return ring side, The Pirate King from The Pirates of Penzance begins to play as a group of men dressed in rags all walk out, chained together with shackles. The chains are all linked behind them and the men pull the chains and a large litter, where the Dread Pirate King, Blackbeard stands.

Announcer: Hailing from the Seven Seas... he stands six foot two and weighs in at two hundred and sixty two pounds..... BLAAACCKKKKBBBEEEAAARRDDDD!!!

A fearsome look is in his good eye as he snarls at the men. He has a live, talking parrot on his shoulder he calls Parley, a black eye patch over his bad eye, a hook over his left hand, and a thick black beard that trails to the center of his chest. Blackbeard climbs down from the litter and climbs in the ring.

Williams: Announced on UTA Radio last week, this has been made a Wildfire Championship match. Could we be looking at the next Wildfire Champion here?

Fury: Couldn't be any worse than almost everyone else who's held the belt.

Without notice the WrestleZone becomes a party of flashing strobes and moving spotlights of many colors. The stage lights up from underneath as the video screen goes through an inspirational montage of sweet cars, flying dollar bills, fat booties bouncing. The PA ratchets up with a scientific sounding noise that reaches the apex as KING replaces the bouncing booties. All I Do Is Win by DJ Khaled kicks on over the airwaves.

Fury: Dick hates this music.

Pin Smith, dancing around on the stage from side to side, engages the crowd like he always does. Throwing his hand up, as the song indicates, and bouncing up and down, also indicated by the song. The Real Deal starts toward the ring with a beaming smile on his face, taking the time to slaps hands and receive the welcoming wishes from wrestling’s greatest fans.

Announcer: On his way to the ring… from Main Street, USA… by way of Sin City, Neveda…

King makes it to the ring steps, turning back to grab a few more high fives from the crowd. He rhythmically scales the metal stairs before popping through the ropes.

Announcer: Standing at 6’6” and weighing in at 220 pounds…

Pin quickly makes his way around the ring. He does some high knees and light jogging before gripping the top rope and stretches out his impressive limbs.

Announcer: He is the current UTA Wildfire Champion..... “King”… PIN... SMIIIITTTHHHH!!!!

The crowd pops slightly, more for the light show than the unknown in the ring. That causes King to raise his fist to the crowd, thanking them for their unrelenting support. The music fades out as King turns his attention to the task at hand.

The bell begins to ring.

Williams: As the bell sounds beginning the match, Pin wastes no time trying to take Blackbeard’s legs out from under him. Pin delivers some stiff kicks to the right leg of Blackbeard, but the pirate shrugs it off by pushing Pin backwards.

Pin grits his teeth in determination as he goes back to the right leg of Blackbeard with kicks.

Williams: Blackbeard grabs Pin by the throat and lifts him up off the ground.

He quickly slams Pin down to the canvas hard and then shakes his right leg as if to shake the pain out of it. Pin slowly gets up holding his head.

Williams: The Wildfire Champion coming to now.

Fury: Pin Smith is going to have to turn it up a notch if he wants to keep his championship.

Pin has the same determined look upon his face and he starts to charge toward Blackbeard. Blackbeard lifts up his left foot which sent Pin straight down to the canvas in pain. Blackbeard goes for a quick cover, but Pin kicks out before the referee can get his hand down for the count of one.

Fury: Dick doesn't really see Pin winning this match after that big boot. Hopefully he said goodbye to his belt backstage.

Blackbeard attempts to hook in a cross face on Pin as soon as the ref said there wasn’t even a count of one, but Pin begins to to wriggle free from the move.

Williams: Pin is able to roll over on his back, delivering some right and left hands to Blackbeard.

These send the challenger off of Pin briefly.

Williams: Blackbeard the smaller of the two in this match, which is not what you usually see. But quite frankly, the more aggressive.

Fury: Only in height, he still has a weight advantage on Pin. Either way, he's a pirate. Pirates are just mean Jennifer.

Williams: And how many pirates do you actually know Dick to make that assumption?

Fury: Seven.

Williams: Huh? You know what.. never mind.

Pin is able to get to one knee and keeps on delivering punches to Blackbeard whom tries to block them.

Williams: Blackbeard gets one knee before Pin gets to both feet. Pin now back to the strikes and kicks that he is known for.

Pin delivers some stiff kicks to the chest and back of Blackbeard, as Blackbeard attempts to stand up, Pin delivers a stiff kick to his right knee which sends the big man down to the canvas again on one knee.

Williams: The Wildfire Champion firing on all cylinders here as he attempts to retain his championship.

Fury: How much does he have though? I don’t think he will make it much longer against Blackbeard.

Pin then attempts to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf on Blackbeard. Blackbeard tries to wriggle free, but Pin releases the hold and delivers some more elbows to Blackbeard, which has the pirate king reeling and trying to block the elbows.

Williams: Do you think Pin has nothing left in him now? He is attempting to go for the Texas Cloverleaf one more time!

Pin attempts to roll Blackbeard over for the Texas Cloverleaf but the lack of strength Pin has won’t allow him to get his opponent over. Pin lets go and motions to the crowd that he is going to finish it. Blackbeard starts to gain his senses and he begins to get back to his feet as Pin starts to get the crowd behind him.

Fury: The moron doesn’t have Blackbeard weak enough. If he couldn’t lock in the cloverleaf, what makes you think he can do anything else? Blackbeard is already getting to his feet, so that can be bad for the champion up there.

Williams: Oh shut up for a moment and listen to this crowd! Pin is making his way on the apron to attempt a high risk move. He is up…

As Blackbeard makes his way to his feet, Pin turns around to see that he is up. Pin smirks and leaps off the top rope with a double axe handle as Blackbeard is turning around. When Blackbeard does see that Pin is on the top rope, Blackbeard quickly lifts up his foot again and connects with a boot to Pin’s face. The fans jeer as Blackbeard just shrugs off the boos. Blackbeard covers Pin…

Williams: The referee is down for the count. Blackbeard may have it here... KICKOUT AT TWO!

Blackbeard looks at the ref and motions that was a three count. The ref said it was two and Blackbeard argues with the ref for a few brief moments.

Williams: Arguing with the referee wont help you win this match.

Fury: It couldn't hurt.

Pin slowly moves his head and grabshis left jaw as he is trying to come to. Blackbeard takes this chance to capitalize on this heads back over to Pin. Blackbeard picks Pin up by his head, lifting him up for a tombstone pile driver.

Williams: Smith trying to fight back.

Pin tries to get out of the maneuver by hitting Blackbeard in the midsection, but Blackbeard drops and connects with the pile driver before going for another pinfall…

Williams: Now it has to be over. The referee counts... ANOTHER KICK OUT! This kid has some spunk in him!

Fury: He won’t make it now! No one can after a tombstone pile driver like that!

Blackbeard has a shocked look upon his face as he slowly gets up. He motions to the referee that the count should have been three and the ref calmly holds up two fingers and says it was two.

Williams: I have to say, I am unsure how he was unable to keep Smith down after that myself.

Blackbeard shoves the referee and the ref shoves him back reminding the pirate that he could be disqualified if he shoved him again. Blackbeard walks back over and bends down to pick Pin up again, but Pin rolls up Blackbeard in a small package.

Williams: Somehow, Pin Smith able to roll Blackbeard up into a pin!

Blackbeard kicked out of the package and both men make it to a standing position.

Williams: Blackbeard runs at Pin in a clothesline attempt, Pin ducks. Blackbeard off the ropes and attempts another clothesline, which Pin ducks again.

As Blackbeard hits the ropes and attempts a clothesline a third time, Pin connects with a spinning heel kick into the midsection, which only causes Blackbeard to stagger backwards back into the ropes.

Williams: That kick not enough to put The Pirate King down!

Pin quickly make his way over to Blackbeard who has retreated to a corner to catch his breath. Pin goes back to the right knee that he worked on earlier and kicks it out from under Blackbeard.

Williams: This kid has a lot of heart in him. He just won’t quit as he keeps working on that right knee of Blackbeard.

Pin let his frustration get the better of him and as Blackbeard starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Pin begins to send more elbows and fists to Blackbeard who lets go of the ropes and tries to block the shots once more as the ref starts a five count for Pin to get out of the ropes and off of Blackbeard.

Williams: The champion frustrated and rightfully so. He backs off as the referee hits four.

Pin quickly gets up off of Blackbeard and the fans start chanting Pin’s name. Pin goes to the ropes that are directly across from Blackbeard and signals that this was the end of the match.

Williams: Pin looking to finish this one...

He runs, passing Blackbeard, and leaping to the second rope. As he does, he springboards back, twisting and hitting a scissor kick.

Williams: The Pin Kick by the champion! He goes for the cover....

The referee drops and counts the three. As he finishes the bell begins to sound.

Announcer: The winner of this match and STILL Wild Fire Champion as well as advancing to round three of the Ring King tournament... PIN... SMIIITTTHHH!!

Williams: Big win for the champion who is able to move forward as well as retain here tonight on Victory.

Fury: Too bad. Dick would have loved to see Blackbeard with gold.

Pin celebrates in the ring as we move away.

Ruthless Aggression

Ruthless Aggression

The camera switches to another location backstage where the one and only Zhalia Fears, dressed in her old-school Yo! Noid T-Shirt and shorts, sat atop a stack of three shipping crates -- putting her above most wrestlers' height's. Her back to the wall, her legs pulled in while she held her tablet up in front of her. Swiping across the screen browsing some of her usual websites; while the camera pulls back and we see one-half the main event of the night walking down the corridor.

Perky as always Fears kicked her legs out over the crate edge and calls forth.

Fears: Hey Lew! Ready to kick some butt!?

Stopping in his tracks he smiles and looks up at her.

Smith: Hey, Zhalia. You know it! That was an incredible match last week against Haynes, unfortunate about the outcome though! Same as me! Ha! What are you getting up to up there?

Fears: Yeah-

She sets her tablet down on her lap and leans down to better address Lew Smith.

Fears: I believe the old verbiage is ‘he wanted it more, needed it more’? I am not sure. I wonder though if I were in Dynasty or the Machine, could I blame my loss on the fact that the match was switched up? Heh. But no matter. The better person won that night. Not going to talk his accomplishment down.

Smith: Ha! Figured as much.

Fears: Anyhow just looking at some of the tweets and posts on social media from Monday during WrestleShow. Guess I got carried away about the whole Main Event thing. Nice to know our co-workers want to focus on that rather than their own matches. I really should not have expected anybody else to understand what it meant to me, personally, to be booked to headline the show -- alone, against Will. Tag teams, multiforms and such are a different focus after all.

Smith: I agree, but it is what it is, Zhalia. We all get our big chances but in the end, a match is a match no matter where it is in the evening.

Fears: Grr.

She smiles and playfully kicks at his head from above, but misses.

Fears: Why must everyone use my mantra! (smiles) Hah. But anyhow, that was last week, that is a yesterday issue. Moving forward, you know. Always moving forward.

Smith: Like next week when you join The Second Coming in that Championship Scramble match for the Legacy title?

Fears: Sure. Like I said, moving forward. Ever so forward. BUT, quit talking about me sir! Tonight is your night dude! You. You, Mister Lew friggen Smith are in the Main Event, unless that changes within the next hour of course. (shrugs) Against the UTA Champion, La Flama Blanca. Come on dude!

Smith: Moving forward indeed! I am but a jealous figure, the Legacy title was in my sights but now I have been bestowed with something else. One may argue about what’s more important or more symbolic but hey ho, right? La Flama Blanca...second time in the ring with him. So much time has passed where I’ve gone and done my thing and then watched from the sidelines of what that guy and his team are capable of...

Fears: Lew, Come on!

Smith: I appreciate your enthusiasm. Many other wrestlers here have better chances or should have been given the chance more than me to go for it. But, to be honest, it’s a honour! I look forward to being able to become the UTA World Champion! He was one of the first to mould me into the UTA...let’s see what he’s created.

Fears: You tend to be a bit too easy going, Lew. With a guy like LFB, as with any of those Dynasty groupies or even the rusted machine, you gotta get your A game face on. You need to be…

She pauses and gives a shrug.

Fears: Well for lack of a better word - Ruthless. In the UTA, you need to be focused and ruthless, especially against a champion of Dynasty like LFB if you want to have a FAIR shot. It sounds weird coming from me I know, but still.

Smith: It’s not weird coming from you at all. An opinion is still an opinion and with the right words, can alter how someone thinks ahead. Dynasty in itself is probably UTA’s most dominant force of all time. There are some personalities which resonate well with wrestling just seems that brutality goes well with this team...granted that my easy-goingness will most likely hinder me in my chances, but it’s always that thought of good against evil which boosts my hopes. I looked up to Blanca as a role model when I came here...little did I know that I was wrong. Anything can happen from now to the victor of that match. We’ll see how my attitude changes.

Lew smiles and Fears smirks, she leans back against the wall again.

Fears: I will stop keeping you, Lew. Just good luck out there tonight. Let us see a NEW UTA World Champion being crowned. Alright?

Smith: Absolutely! No doubt I’ll be rooting for you on your road to next week’s scramble too! Thank you for your confidence boost. I needed it.

With a nod of his head Smith continues on down the corridor as Fears pulls the tablet back up and starts swiping screens once more - stopping as a smile appears on her face.

Fears: Oooh. Brutefist Handsomeface made his glorious return to the AWFL!


Brought to You By

Brought to You By

Kendrix vs. Ron Hall

Gold Medal by Tha Trademarc hits the PA system and Ron Hall walks out from the back . He's sporting a Olympic Wrestling T Shirt tonight over his singlet.

Fans give a mix of cheers and boos.

Williams: Here comes the Southern Rebel, and Hall of Famer.

Fury:  Hall of Famer of what? Dick thinks this man is way past his prime, and should just throw in the towel.

Announcer: Introducing from the Heart of the Appalachian Mountains... Standing five foot and eleven inches, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…

Ron waves to the fans as he continues down the ramp towards the ring, He is focused, and ready for a fight it would seem.

Announcer:  Ladies and gentleman “The Southern Rebel” Ronnn Hallll!!!!!!

Williams:  Ron is a wrestler we’ve come to know you cannot count out at anytime.

Fury: Of course you can count him out, anyone can be counted out Jennifer. We show no allegiance in the UTA!

Ron slowly steps up the steps entering the ring. He walks over to the corner and climbs to the second rope, he poses to his fans as he awaits his opponent.

The lights go out in the arena as the opening lead up to Let 'em come by Scroobius Pip blares out over the PA System. Lights flash black and white as the camera pans the centre of the stage by the ramp, we immediately see Kendrix appear at the top center of the stage, his back facing the ring.

Wearing a white England Football Jersey with 'JFK' and '#Bruv' emblazoned in red on it, a Union Jack Hackett Scarf and his trademark JFK black and green ring tights with green boots. As the track's marching style drumming picks up pace and the line "no one likes us but we don't care hits", he rotates his neck twice to stretch it before slicking his hair back with both hands.

Returning his arms down back to his sides he ever so slightly turns his body over to the left. The camera zooms in up close as he tilts his head to peer over his left shoulder, sporting a smug smirk on his face.

Williams: That union Jack means Kendrix has hit the scene!

Fury: This young man is one of Dick's favorites because he doesn't care about anything except being the best and he has the tools to make it happen in that ring.

As the shot returns to the center of the stage, zoomed back out fixed on Kendrix, Red colored pyro, the colors of the English National Flag, explodes from the ramp as the chorus kicks in;

"If the bad times are coming, let 'em come!"

JFK puts his weight on his left foot as he spins around quickly to face the stage and begins to make his way down the ramp slowly towards the ring, looking at the fans with a disgusted look on his face.

Announcer: Hailing from London, England

Kendrix stops in front of one young fan holding a pen and paper in front of him and takes the pen. He then takes from another young fan, a large poster they've brought from home of one of there UTA heroes and rips it to pieces. He signs one of the pieces and gives it back to the original fan with a genuine smile on his face. He gets to the ring, walks up the steps, looks back at the crowd shaking his head looking disgusted again before stepping through the middle rope into the ring.

Announcer: Standing at 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighing in at 218lbs

He climbs up onto the 2nd turnbuckle in the corner closest to the entrance ramp. Looking around at all the fans shaking his head with a disapproving look on his face he looks down at the English Crest on the left side of his shirt.

Announcer: JFK...KENDRIX!

"If the bad times are coming, let 'em come!"

Kendrix raises his head up proudly he beats his right fist on the crest twice before opening his arms out wide while shouting out words that can't be repeated on TV while making a "wanker" sign with his fist and pointing at the fans with the other hand.

Williams: I still cannot believe he gets away with that gesture on television.

He takes his shirt and scarf off and looks like he is ready to chuck them into the crowd. Instead he chuckles to himself and just leaves them in the corner of the ring. He jumps down, turning round in one motion and walks to the center of the ring, rotating and stretching his neck. Arriving dead in the center of the ring he hops from toe to toe, ready to face his opponent.

Williams: For one so young, Kendrix is already an astute ring general but his attitude to others, especially that last gesture, is a disgrace.

Fury: I think he's just a misunderstood young man, you've got it all wrong Jennifer. He's just shaking the dice because every match in UTA is a gamble. That's what that gesture means over in England!

Two men circle in the ring, looking each other up and down. Collar and elbow tie up in the center. Kendrix takes the first advantage with a armbar. He twists underneath again, to apply more pressure. Hall tries to reverse the move, by turning it into an armbar of his own, Kendrix being the quicker of the two, rolls through the move, and rises to his feet. Kendrix turns it right back into his own arm submission.

Fury: Dick thinks we both know who is going to win this match.

Williams: Don’t get ahead of yourself Dick, this match is just getting going!

Kendrix slides into a hammerlock, The ring veteran Hall quickly pulls himself and his opponent to the ropes, where the referee enforces the break.  Kendrix backs off immediately. The two men go nose to nose and exchange words.

Hall tries to go for a big right hand, but Kendrix carries him over with an arm drag, into an arm wringer on the mat. Ron slowly rises to his feet, still in the hold and connects a few elbow strikes to his opponent. The hold loosened, Hall takes advantage by hitting the ropes. When he returns Kendrix drops, and Hall runs over him off the opposite side of the ring. On the return Kendrix goes for a hip toss. Hall carries through and lands on his feet, before reversing it to a hip toss of his own.

Williams: Hall, although being nearly twice the age of his opponent still has some agility left in the tank. Kendrix right back to his feet now, runs at Hall again, who lands another hip toss! Ron Hall drops a quick leg drop across the throat of Kendrix, followed by another.

Fury: What Dick doesn't know, is if he Ron Hall can last through the entire match.

Ron Hall picks up Kendrix, who tries to retaliate with a couple gut punches. Hall stops the onslaught by sliding into a hammerlock behind his opponent. Kendrix rolls under the shoulder and returns the favor. Hall goes running in circles around the ring, Kendrix close behind, unwilling to release the hold. Hall drops near the ropes and the momentum sends Kendrix through them and to the outside.

Fury: Kendrixs head bounced off the outside harder than Dick Fury's headboard bounces on a Saturday night.

Willaims: Ignoring that comment. Kendrix gets up pretty quickly and slaps the mat from the outside in frustration. The referee doing his job as he begins his count.



Wasting no time, Hall exits the ring, chasing after his opponent. Kendrix sees him coming and before Hall can attack, Kendrix puts the toe of his boot into the gut of The Southern Rebel.



Kendrix grabs the head of Hall, and bounces it off the mat before sliding him back into the ring.
Kendrix begins climbing the turnbuckle and reaches the top. He comes down on Hall with a top rope elbow drop. He makes a cover.



Williams: Kickout at two! Kendrix picks Ron Hall back up, and slams him down with a body slam. He tries to cover once again… Once again a quick two count. Kendrix, frustrated, begins to pick up Hall again, but Hall counters with a snapmare and applies a deadly chinlock.

Kendrix reaches for the sky, then for any ropes around him as he cries out. Slowly he powers through and gets to his feet. Hall breaks the hold and attacks Kendrix with a number of knife edge chops to the chest. He backs Kendrix into the corner. He tries a big overhead forearm strike, but Kendrix ducks underneath and slides him into a backslide.




Both men try to return to their feet, and both feel the effects of the match thus far. Kendrix dropkicks Ron, which sends him sailing into the corner. On the approach Hall steps up and goes for the Country Chin Music. Kendrix ducks the kick, and hits the ropes. Before Hall can turn around Kendrix hits him with a bulldog.

Williams: Quick transition here as Kendrix tries for his finishing hold. Hall has a arm up through, stopping the hold from fully being applied! Hall rolls over and to his feet, Kendrix jumps up, Hall with a boot to the gut, and Jumping Piledriver by Ron Hall!!!

Fury: Oooowwww Jennifer!



Williams: 3!!...NO...KICKOUT! Hall thought he had it there folks, he is looking at the referee exasperated. Kendrix isnt moving on the mat, it took all he had to break the pin count!

Fury: Dick thought it was over there!

Ron Hall slowly picks up the younger superstar, and bounces him off the ropes with an irish whip. Kendrix hops over Hall with a leap frog and comes back. He wraps his arms around Hall and spins, before sending him sailing with a capture belly to belly suplex. Kendrix pulls up Hall and begins his three German suplex combo.

Williams: Beautiful bridge by Kendrix as he goes for another cover.




The bell begins to sound.

Announcer: The winner of this match and first official entrant into the Chamber Match at Ring King... KENDRIX!

Williams: Wow! Huge victory tonight for Kendrix. This guy is really making a name for himself.

Kendrix gets to his feet, raising both arms high in the sky as he celebrates. Using the ropes, Ron begins to pull himself to his feet.

Fury: Ron Hall just can't catch a break here lately. Maybe it's time to hang up the boots?

Williams: No way Dick. Ron has a lot left in him.

Hall leans on the ropes, his head down in disappointment. As Kendrix turns his way, Hall comes forward, throwing his leg out and connecting with the man who just beat him.


Ron just stands over Kendrix, looking down at what he has done.

Fury: That shows you what type of guy Ron Hall is right there!

Williams: Oh come on. He's just frustrated! if it was La Flama Blanca hitting a superkick after the match you'd celebrate!

Fury: Because La Flama Blanca is doing it to prove how good he is while Ron is just being a sore loser!

Williams: That is furthest from the truth!

Hall drops down to the canvas, rolling out of the ring leaving Kendrix laying unconscious as he begins to walk up the ramp.

Rapid Escalation

Rapid Escalation

The shot opens up backstage in the locker room of Team Danger. The Only Star rests on a metal folding chair while applying braces to his knees. Off to the other side of the room, the King of Pain and the Black Jesus are transfixed on the screen of Walker’s cellphone. The audio coming from it is unmistakable, it’s that of Mike Best’s epic tirade in a Florida Burger King. Look it up, it’s the hottest viral video on the internet right now, over a million views and climbing.

Dane: How can you two watch that gorram video on repeat all day? Wouldn’t it get boring after the first five or six hundred times?

Team Danger pauses to look at each other and then shrug in unison.

Team Danger: Nope.

Dane rolls his eyes, before they refocus on his comrades, narrowing them.

Dane: Look, I get it. You two are barely functioning adults on a good day, so you’re easily amused by things like that. That said, it’s gone well past being distracting and annoying. So shut it off.

Walker: Pssh… Whatever, mayne.

Walker and Greer groan in protest, but it’s clearly not enough to further test Dane’s patience, putting his phone away.

Greer: Can’t make me do a damn thing, I don’t work for you.

Dane narrows his eyes slightly, Greer locks eyes with the Only Star for a tense moment, but then also puts his phone away with a sly smile.

Greer: Yes, BAWS.

Walker: Yas sah, puttin’ the phones away, sah.

Dane: Right, good boys.

The Only Star smirks in a way that only he is allowed by the laws of men. Greer and Walker smirk back at him, shaking their heads.

Box: Am I late for the team meeting?

All the oxygen is sucked out of the room at a clatter of the door handle banging against the first row of lockers as it swings back. Shock, surprise, anger, confusion… and that’s just Dane. Walker stands, looking ready to square up as his eyes firmly lock on the stocky muscular man in the brown and grey three piece pinstripe suit standing just inside the doorjam. Greer stands with his friend, putting an arm up to block Walker, who swats his arm away.

Walker: Put ya arm down, Stevie, I’m cool.

Greer guffaws quite clearly, knowing that this can go from zero to cluster in about a quarter of a second.

Greer: Jesus, I forgot what a pill you can be Bronson. Long time no see, you bald-headed sociopathic prick, you...

Bronson grins insincerely and nods in The King of Pain’s general direction.

Box: Good to see you too, Stephen. Been far too long.

Walker: We just gonna let this PUNK walk up in our bidness like this?

Dane takes a turn calming down Walker, drawing his old friend in close and whispering something in his ear. Walker grits his teeth, his eyes never leaving Bronson.

Walker: It’s gonna be a hell of a different story come Wrestleshow, Boxer…

Ty licks his lips and shakes his head with clear and violent intentions.

Walker: A WHOLE different story, mayne.

Bronson grins and shakes his head, he takes a few slow steps into the room in the general direction of The Only Star, no selling Walker. Which only serves to irritate the Black Jesus further.

Box: Need to keep a better leash on that one. Poor old thing, I’d put it down honestly.

Greer breathes an irritated sigh as he once again holds back his friend and tag team partner from getting himself in trouble. The Original DEFIANT just smiles a big mustachioed smile as he turns back to Eric Dane.

Box: Came to wish you good luck, boy’o.

Dane: Oh, is that right.

Bronson brazenly claps Dane on the shoulder. We can see the muscles in Eric’s shoulders tighten and that look develop behind his eyes that spells out nothing but bad intentions for the Scottish Strongman. Boxer just continues on undeterred.

Box: You lot aren’t holding any grudges towards little old me, are ye’ lads? Say it ‘aint so.

The Only Star moves in just enough to occupy a liiiiittle bit of Bronson’s personal space.

Dane: What. Do You Want.

Box: I’m being sincere, sunshine. You three are tough, I’ll give ya’ that. But, well…

Bronson hazards a glance at the many many knee, elbow, neck and back support devices there are scattered around the messy locker room, ending on the two heavy knee braces we just saw Eric Dane finish strapping on seconds ago.

Box: You three and your little quest to show everyone how ageless you all are. Bloody pathetic if you ask me. It leaves ye’ exposed, ripe for the picking the lot of you. I’m plannin’ on winnin’ this tournament, ya’ see. If I can do that by grinding your poor knees to dust or snapping that one’s neck like the cobbled together mess of screws and bolts that it is… I’m all the bloody better for it.

Bronson takes back that liiiitle bit of personal space with a tiny step back in Dane’s direction.    

Walker: Why wait?

Ty says as he shrugs free of Stevie’s control. Boxer turns to address him.

Walker: There’s nothin’ but air an’ opportunity, right here, Boxer.

Ty steps closer, close enough that Boxer has to actually look up to meet eyes with him.

Walker: I dunno about you, but I don’t need a ring, a ref, or a sold out crowd to put a whoopin’ on your ass that you’ve been needin’ for a long, long damn time.

Box: Your bleached skull would look just wonderful on a bookshelf propping up my first editions you bloody ape.

Ty ignores the clear racial slant on that, mugging hard.

Katze: People pay to see my client fight, Mr. Walker.

A she materializes from the doorway behind Bronson like magic. Jane Katze is of a height with her client but her lithe athletic frame is dwarfed by Bronson’s bulk. She sails into the room on her long flawless legs tipped with her trademark red heels, stepping up beside her client.

Katze: Why would I allow some sort of pointless locker room altercation? Where’s the upside beside feeding your senile delusions that you’re in the same league as an all star like Bronson Box. You’re a glorified henchman at this point Walker. How long before you eclipse these three octogenarians in the UTA, Bronson? How long can they keep this schedule before they start falling apart at the seams.

The Wargod’s mustache twitches as an impressed chuckle escapes the corner of his mouth. He jabs a finger in Ty’s direction.

Box: When I’m done with this one he can go ahead and crawl back under his wee lass’ desk and get back to work.

A wide, devilish smirk spreads across Boxer’s face, while Ty grits his teeth.

Box: Tell me, how is that whore girlfriend of yours doin’ la--

In an instant he’s cut off when Walker flashes the rest of the distance between he and Box, cracking him with a wild shot that crashes against the Scottish Nightmare’s nose. The blow instantly drawing a trickle of blood as it also knocked him back a step before Boxer raises a hand to his nose. Wiping, he looks at the tips of his fingers and sees the crimson, which only causes Boxer’s smirk to widen before he bursts with a fit of maniacal laughter. Before Walker can even think of doing more, Greer is on him in an instant, pulling him back with all of his might as Dane steps in and places a hand on Bronson’s chest urging him towards the doorway.

Dane: Leave.

Bronson eyeballs Walker’s bloodlust with a grim satisfaction, his eyes then traveling up Dane’s arm until the two are eye to eye.

Box: I wasn’t blowin’ smoke earlier, boy’o. Good luck in yer’ match tonight.

The Only Star gives Box a less than full strength shove towards the doorway. Box can’t help but laugh as he straightens the lapels of his coat, backing up towards the hallway. Jane Katze steps back into view, also seemingly pretty pleased.

Katze: Mr. Dane. Gentlemen... Oh, Mr. Greer one last thing...

She pulls a small white business card out of her blouse and hands it to a confused Stephen Greer.

Katze: Call me if you ever choose to continue your career “back home” I’d love the opportunity to represent you.

She nods politely before following her client out of the locker room and down the hallway. Greer crumples the business card and tosses it on the floor, while Walker shrugs free of him and roars with an enraged fury.

Walker: Damnit, Stevie, I was gonna kill that no good sumbi--

Eric cuts him off, putting a hand on Walker’s chest as he gives him a stern look that tells him in no uncertain terms to calm the hell down. This leaves Ty to do nothing more than seethe.

Dane: And what would that prove, hmm? That you can get kicked out of the Ring King and NOT get your chance at shutting him up in a way that actually matters? Think, stupid, think.

Walker snorts and shoulders his way through his friends. He opens the door and scouts for an ambush but Box and his secretary are long gone. Dane cocks an eyebrow in his direction.

Walker: I need some air, mayne.

And out the door he goes.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

Eric Dane vs. Samuel Owens

We come back to ringside where the crowd begin to buzz with anticipation as the lights suddenly drop.

A bluesy bass-riff plays over the P.A. system, as it comes to a crescendo it's accompanied by a pyrotechnic explosion as Heavy is the Head gets to the chorus and "The Only Star" bursts onto the stage.

Williams: There he is folks, The 'Only Star' Eric Dane about to make his way to the ring for the next match of the evening.  

Fury: Dick loves this cat, Dane! He's packed full of charisma, intelligence and he's as mean as he come once he gets between those ropes..

The crowd greets Dane with mixed reactions as pockets of his cult like following in the stands begin to chant his name whilst the rest boo. Eric Dane makes his way toward the ring as Zac Brown and Chris Cornell work their way through the song.

Announcer: The follow contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a round two match in the RING KING tournament!

Pop from the crowd as the announcer references Ring King.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring first hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana...standing at six feet four inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds...

He slides under the bottom rope and comes up spinning with both arms held out wide above his head, taking in the raucous and mixed reactions from the UTA fans in attendance.


Williams: Dane is accomplished veteran of the ring and tipped to go far in this Ring King tournament. Tonight? He takes on another Veteran known as Samuel Owens..

Fury: Formally known as 'Silent Witness' right?

Williams: Correct! These two experienced vets are about to lock horns for a place in the third round of the tournament. But there's a little more to it than that..

The song fades as Dane does a few last minute stretches, glancing back up the ramp as he awaits his opponent.

Figure It Out by Royal Blood blasts around the arena, and the crowd greets the imminent arrival of Samuel Owens with a mixed reaction. Owens walks out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the ramp for a moment to scan the crowd.

Williams: Samuel Owens impressed in his debut match against Marie Van Claudia to pick up his first win here in UTA aswell as the Ring King tournament. There's not much separating these two in terms of experience, but Dane does have a slight advantage in the height and weight department..

Fury: Both of these guys are two aging vets who like a good fight and that's what I'm looking forward to right here..right now!

Owens begins his walk down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans trying to touch him as he passes, looking focused.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California...

Owens reaches ringside and quickly climbs the steps, as the announcer concludes his introduction. Dane keeps his eyes firmly set on Owens as he makes his approach, practically licking his lips like a hungry predator.

Announcer: Standing at six feet, two inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds...

Owens stretches in the ring, pulling on the ropes as he warms up for the match ahead, whilst keeping one eye on Eric Dane.

Announcer: SAMUEL... OWENS!!!

Owens finally acknowledges the crowd, raising his arms in the air briefly at the sound of his own name.

Williams: There is some history here. As they say, behind every important match is a story and the story here is that some years ago Owens made some comments about Defiance, which of course is ran by Dane. He openly mocked and berated the company on social media and, to Danes credit, he ignored Owens.

Fury: That's because Owens wasn't worth his time. Who was he to him? Another loud mouth drinking the kool aid from Chicago, that's what..

Owens bounces on the spot for a moment, as he waits for the referee to make his final checks and begin the match.

Williams: Well, Owens has apologised to Dane since entering the UTA but Dane isn't having any of it. He wants to hurt Owens tonight and even warned him not to show up here..

Fury: No, let's get one thing straight! Dane isn't thinking too hard about the so called 'history' between him and Owens. He doesn't want to glamourise it. He just see's Owens standing in his way and wants to smash him into the ground. Simple as that..

As the referee finishes his checks he waits a second as Owens and Dane stare each other down from across the ring. The crowd suddenly begin chanting..




Dane can't help but smirk and Owens can hide the slightly concerned expression as he listens to the crowd.

Williams: Wow! How much would that affect a guy like Owens having to listen to that?

Fury: You can't help but hear it..the battle is trying to block it out and focus on the job in hand.

Other pockets of the crowd begin to offer Owens encouragement in between the chants..





The crowd let out an almighty ROAR as the sound of the bell beckons both veterans out of their respective corners, both adopting their preferred stance as they begin to circle one another.

Williams: Two old brawlers are about to go toe to toe to find out who will advance to round three in the Ring King tournament.

Fury: Wrestlers age like fine wine, you know? They just get better...although some turn to vinegar..

Dane makes the first move, swooping down low and looking to capture Owens legs. He gets one and Owens panics and hops back to the ropes, clutching them tight. The referee starts to count out Dane who releases his hold and throws up his hand, stepping back to the middle. Pockets of the crowd lend him some cheers which gives him enough encouragement to give Owens a cheeky smirk.

Williams: Owen's looks a little nervous tonight. Dane has been getting into his head in recent weeks..

Fury: Yeah, he'll do that! If this Owens cat aint careful though it could end up costing him.

Both men lock up in the middle, this time Dane pulls Owens into a side headlock, flipping him over and down to the mat with a headlock takedown and keeping the hold applied. Owens screws up his face as Dane squeezes his big forearms around his head, crawling his legs underneath his body for some leverage to get back to his feet.

Williams: Dane looking to control Owen's here early on, but he's struggling to keep him on the ground.

Owens eventually manages to slid his head free from the hold, taking Dane's arm behind his own back for a hammerlock. Dane gives his shoulder a slap before snapping his head back and catching Owens square on the forehead.

Fury: Oh smart move from Dane (Golf clapping)..

Owens staggers back holding his head, but manages to look up just in time to duck a meat-hook clothesline from Dane, turning around and smashing an elbow in the back of Dane's head. The crowd cheer for Owens as he takes a step back, leaving the incensed Dane to slowly turn.

Dane smiles, nodding before beckoning Owens back towards him.

Williams: Dane giving Owens props but calling him back. Owens might be wise to play his own game here.

The two meet back in the middle of the ring for a battle of strength and Owens, again, takes Dane's arm around his back for a hammerlock. This time the 'Only Star' drops to his knee and throws Owens over his shoulder, sandwiching his head and neck between his muscular thighs. Owens quickly necksprings his way out of the hold and onto his feet and Dane quickly gets up himself, both standing eye to eye with their fists raised.



The crowd exchange chants like this for a few seconds whilst the two athletes circle one another yet again.

Williams: Both these men are trying to match power for power, hold for hold, but you just know any second things will explode.

Fury: With a guy like Eric Dane in doubt!

They both step forward and this time it's Dane who swoops in, ducking his head down and moving around behind Owens with a rear waist lock. Exerting his power he lifts his feet off the canvas and slams him down on his chest, spinning his own body 180 degrees around Owens back and locking in a front facelock. Pockets of the crowd let out a roar of approval.

Williams: DANE in control now with an excellent takedown, transitioning into that frong face lock.

Fury: Dick's known him hit that big brainbuster of his from similar positions to this..

Dane holds the facelock in on the ground for a while, squeezing as hard as he can with his biceps. Owens, struggling, manages to bring his knees underneath him, giving him a leverage point to push himself and Dane up to their feet.

Williams: Owens trying to get out of this hold but look at Dane's face!

Dane is visibly straining to keep a tight hold of Owens, but the former Chicago star puts his hands around the back of Dane's head, dropping to his knees with a makeshift jawbreaker.

Williams: Nice improvising from Owens as he stuns Dane..

Dane stumbles backwards holding his jaw and Owens comes flying at him with a flying shoulder block. Dane stays up but comes back off the ropes, ready to eat a northern lights suplex, held for a pin.



Williams: Kickout from Dane!

Fury: Will take more than that to take this old dog out..believe Dick..Dick speaks the truth..

Owens looks to keep his momentum alive, feeding off the crowd as he waits for Dane to turn around. As he does, Sam rushes him but Dane see's him coming and drives a knee up into his gut. With Owens doubled over, Dane grabs him by his head and tosses him into the corner. From here, he begins to work his head with strong and calculated right fists.

Fury: Ohhhh, Sam just went and pissed off the wrong dude..

Williams: Dane is BEATING Owens mercilessly as he ignores the referee.

Dane barks at the referee as he steps in, pushing him aside and bringing owens out of the corner. He then pulls Owens towards him and takes him down to the canvas with a stiff clothesline. He glares down at Owens for a second, his nose curling with a snarl before he rebounds off the ropes and lands an elbow across his cranium.

Williams: Dane targeting the head of Owens. The more punishment that head takes the less it will be able to function clearly and rationally..

Dane drops a second and third elbow before backing up to the ropes and leaping into the air, landing a knee straight across his head for a change. Owens rolls around on the canvas, yelling as he protects his head with his arms. Dane wastes no time pulling his arm free and sitting him up, locking in a sleeper hold.

Fury: This is textbook Dane right now, Jennifer. Keeping control over his opponent and taking his time to wear him down.

Dane keeps the sleeper applies but angles his body away slightly, giving himself enough room to driver a knee between the shoulder blades of Owens before changing up to a rear naked chin-lock.

Williams: Chinlock locked in now, hyperextending the neck of Owens .

Owens claws at Dane's face but it barely makes him flinch. Eventually Owens bridges his body to relieve some pressure, eventually getting both himself and Dane to his feet before throwing back desperation elbows. Dane's head jolts once, twice, three times the charm as he lets go of his opponent.

Williams: Owens fighting back now and this crowd are right behind him!

With a small window of opportunity, the crowd will Owens to shake off the cobwebs faster. Eventually he does and runs to the ropes, springing back through the air and smashing Dane square in the mush with a flying forearm.


Fury: Dane's bell got rung hard with that shot..

Owens comes back off the ropes again and Dane instinctively bends over to toss him, but Owens rolls over his back and hooks him up from behind and in one fluid motion he completes a roll over german suplex. He holds the bridge for a pin..




Williams: Owens coming close again with another suplex/pin combo. But he isn't stopping now..

Owens waits for Danes to turn and lands a knife-edged chop right across his chest.

Fury: WOOOOO!!..Dunno why but Dick REALLY felt the urge to do that..

He lands a second and third, backing him up across the ring before leaping up and executing a picture-perfect standing dropkick to the chin. Dane falls against the ropes and hangs on to them for dear life as Owens goes hurtling towards him.

Williams: Owens looking to take him out of the ring and DANE WITH THE BACK BODY DROP!

Owens goes up and over, crashing to the floor on the outside and holding his ribs. Eric takes a second to catch his breath before stepping through the ropes and hopping down to the outside. He glares at Owens as though he's ready to kill, dragging him up by his hair and planting a closed fist down onto the top of his head.

Williams: Action spilling to the outside now and Dane looking to punish Samuel Owens..

He ignores the referee's count from inside the ring as he stomps a mudhole into Owens against the barrier. He then grabs hold of Owens' head from behind, shielding the action from the referee with his back. He then, sneakily, reaches down to his boot and slips something out...something shiny and metalic..

Williams: HEY! What's Dane just taken out of his boot?

With the referee blind to what's happening, Dane carefully relies the four prongs of a fork poking out of his fist, and he uses them to try to gauge the right eye out of Witness' socket. The crowd both boo and cheer

Williams: Oh come on, Dane, this isn't legal...he's trying to mutilate Owens!

Fury: He's FORKING him, Jen! Aaaahahahahahaha!

Owens grabs tight hold of Dane's wrist, trying to defend himself. Dane looks up at Jennifer and smirks, keeping his eyes locked on her as he presses the fork into the bony surface of Owen's eyebrow. Blood instantly begins to show and trickle down Owens' face.

Fury: I'd keep your mouth shut if I were you, Jennifer.



Dane quickly slips the fork back into his boot and runs back into the ring and out again, resetting the ten count before heading back to Owens.

Fury: Look at that..Dane proving that he's a fighter. He could have just won by count out right there..

Dane grabs hold of Owens bloodied head and slowly pulls him back to his feet. Owens knocks his away his arms and throws a punch, but Danes ducks underneath it and hooks him up with a back body drop, landing the back of his head against the barricade.

Williams: GOOD LORD! He may have just cracked Owens skull like an EGG!

Dane smirks at the small pockets of the crowd who chant his name before dragging a groggy eyed Owens back to the ring, throwing him under the ropes.

Fury: Dick thinks Owens is in real trouble here, Jennifer. This could be over..

Dane stares out at the crowd with intensity as he pulls Owens up to his feet, draping an arm around his neck.

Williams: He's setting up for the Stardriver..if he hits THAT then it certainly WILL be over.

Dane hoists Owens up in the air for the stalling brainbuster, but Owens wriggles his legs and manages to land behind Dane, stumbling back into the corner. Dane turns and charges towards him, leaping with a splash but Owens side steps out of the way. The crowd cheer as Dane's sternum meets the turnbuckle, before Owens spins him around and begins to nail him rapidly with elbow strikes to the jaw.

Williams: Owens taking the fight to Dane now, knocking him senseless with those elbows!

Owens must nail about ten or so elbows before grabbing Dane in a side headlock and running out of the corner, completing a Bulldog in the centre of the ring.

Williams: Sam Owens back in the game again!

Fury: Ah, man..I could really go a Sam Adams right now..

Owens delivers a few stomps to the downed Danes before rebounding off the ropes and dropping a fist down onto his head. Owens pauses to wipe some blood out of his right eye before going back to Dane.

Danes reels but finds himself being dragged back to his feet by Owens. Owens kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a suplex, hooking his leg..

Williams: Owens looking to hit the 'Ode to Monaco' his Fisherman suplex-like move..

Owens begins to lift but as he gets Dane a quarter of the way up the Only Star drives his spare knee into his face, causing Owens to drop him. Dane then grabs him by either side of his face and plants a vicious head butt square on the middle of his forehead. Both men stagger back against the ropes on opposite sides of the ring.

Fury: What a great fighter Danes is, realising he's in danger and thinking on his feet to get himself out of it..

Williams: That comes with being a vet, which is why I've been so excited for the past two weeks for these two to meet in the ring. All the young up and comers should be taking notes from these two.

Both men cling to the respective ropes with one hand whilst nursing their heads. They then glance at one another from across the ring and Owens nods. Dane cracks a smile and nods back and both men suddenly charge to one another as though they're running into battle.


They both clotheslined one another in the middle of the ring at the same time and are both now laid out of their backs.



Williams: Both wrestlers cancelled one another out and now they're lying motionless in the ring. Who will can answer the ten count first, if any?

Fury: Hey what would happen if they both got counted out? Would there be a rematch to decide who advances?


Williams: I guess there would have to be..


Both Owens and Dane have begun to move, dragging themselves towards the ropes.



The referee stops the count, assured as both men pull their bodies off the canvas via the ropes. The crowd cheer in relief as the match continues.

Williams: Both men up and looking to fight on! Who will advance to round three?

They both gingery walk towards each other in the ring and Dane throws the first punch, snapping Owens head back and flicking a spray of blood across the ring. Owens throws his body forwards and lands a punch of his own. The crowd Boo and Cheer as both men slowly trade punches, hitting each other with everything they have.

Williams: Both men exchanging shots now with no de-fence..we talked about their history before and we're seeing it come out in an all out fight.

Dane suddenly cancels the exchange by mixing things up with a boot to the gut. He then hits owens with a couple of right hands and goes for a third, but Owens blocks and start hitting back with right hand after right hand after right hand, backing Dane all the way to the corner.

Williams: Owens has Dane on the ropes!

Fury: Come on Dane, FIGHT!

Owens finishes rattling the brain of Dane and grabs him by the arm, whipping him towards the opposite corner. Dane plants one of his legs and reverses the whip, chasing after Owens and smashing him against the corner.

Fury: OH! Dane just steamrolled that fool..

Owens falls down to his ass and sits in the corner gasping for breath. Dane, holding onto the ropes for leverage, begins to drive his knee into his face. The referee yells at him to back up but Dane holds his knee under Owens' throat, pressing as hard as he can to choke him out.


The referee grabs hold of Dane and pulls him off Owens and Dane almost takes him out with a wild elbow.


The crowd boo Dane as he grills the referee.

Williams: Dane's lost it!

Fury: He's amped up, Jennifer. Dick wouldn't wanna be Owens right now..but then again..Dick wouldn't wanna be anyone except DICK!

Dane ruggedly pulls Owens forward by his head and throws him throat first onto the middle rope. He grabs the middle rope either side of his head, presses his knee against his back and pulls the rope upwards to choke him some more.

Williams: He's getting desperate..

The referee begins to count him out again, but wisely keeps his distance this time. He stops before the fatal five count and runs across the ring, coming back towards Owens whose hung onto the ropes. Owens turns at just the right second and pulls the ropes open, causing Dane to go through to the outside.

Williams: OH! Dane goes flying to the outside..great ring awareness by Owens!

Fury: Watch out Dane!

Unable to hear Dick's warnings, Dane gingerly gets up to his feet on the outside. He turns and looks up to see Owens vaulting over the ropes, landing with a crossbody on top of him and earning himself a big cheer from the crowd.

Williams: Owens willing to put his body on the line. That's how much this Ring King tournament means to him..

Fury: It's foolish..

Owens clutches his ribs as he clambers back to his feet, pulling Dane up with him. He then notices that the fork has come loose from Dane's boot and fell near the apron. He looks around at the crowd and smiles before carefully retrieving it so that the referee can't see, and shielding it within his fist.

Williams: Owens has Danes FORK! Retribution is about to happen..

Fury: Everyone's forking everyone! Let Dick fork ..

Williams: Not if you were the last person in the world..

Owens pulls Dane into a side headlock on the outside, looking out at the crowd and nodding before jabbing the fork straight into the flesh of his forehead.


Dane spazzes out on the outer canvas as Owens runs back to the ring to reset the count, tossing the fork under the apron as he does so.Blood is pouring down both of their faces now.

Williams: I expected a fight..but I didn't anticipate a bloodbath..

Owens stands at his side and puts an arm around his neck, hooking his leg around Danes and executing a Russian leg sweep against the barricade!

Williams: Good lord! Bones COULD have been broken as Owens continues to risk his own safety.

Fury: Like you said, that's what it's all about at this point. It's about who's willing to risk the most to try and get the win.

Both men sit against the barricade holding the backs of their heads. They both look to be breathing heavily, shoulders rising up and down, using their accessory muscles to get as much oxygen into their bodies as possible.

Williams: Owens did almost as much damage to himself with that maneuver than he did Danes.

Owens hears the referee's count nearing ten and begins to move, dragging Dane over to the ring apron and pushing back in before following him. He then stands across the ring from Dane and yells at him to get to his feet whilst the fans cheer him on.

Fury: What's he doing? He should be staying on top of Dane right now..

Williams: He's a true competitor, Dick.

Dane eventually answers his command and Owens goes right after him, but Eric catches him off guard with a thumb to the eye, earning himself nothing but jeers from the crowd. He then charges up behind Owens and smashes a forearm into the back of his head.

Fury: See that's how it's done and that is why Eric Dane is going to win this match. No what you gotta do and get the job..DONE!

Dane signals to the crowd that it's 'Over' and pulls Owens around. He locks him up in the starting position for the brainbuster..

Fury: Here it comes..

He lifts Owens up, but Owens flips over and lands behind him, grabbing hold of his throat and arm with a cobra clutch!


Fury: WHAT? This aint Christmas!

Dane's eyes are wide and the crowd are on their feet as Owens has the hold tightly locked in. Dane doesn't know what to do with his arms as he feels the pressure being applied on his neck and throat.

Williams: Dane's is panicking...he knows he doesn't have long before his brain runs out of oxygen!

Danes tries to move his body to line up with the side of Owens, but Owens crashes him down to the canvas with a makeshift leg sweep, keeping the hold applied. Before Owens can get himself into a dominating position, Dane's quickly sits his body up, realising that he's in trouble.

Fury: Come on Dane you can do it buddy, keep fightin'

Dane gets to his feet but Owens is gritting his teeth and doing everything he can to keep a tight hold. The crowd then gasps as Owens lifts him by the neck and slams him spine first across his knee, keeping the hold locked in!

Williams: WOW! The STRENGTH of Owens to do that to Dane!

Owens is now shaking Dane like a British nanny and the referee is asking the question. He holds him across his knee and Dane shakes his fist, doing everything he can to keep himself awake. He then slams his fist straight into Owens face, followed by a second and third..which eventually causes Owens to fall back and release the hold.

Fury: YES!

Williams: That was close..Dane is coughing and spluttering right now, never more thankful to have oxygen going into his lungs. Owens looks busted open..

Owen's lies on his back and checks his lip which has been busted open. He see's his own blood and grits his teeth with anger, which are also stained with blood.

Williams: No matter who wins this match, both of these men are gonna know that they've been in a FIGHT come tomorrow morning..

Fury: For sure! Credit to both these guys for showing how much this match means to them..

Both Dane and Owens make it to their feet at the same time, but Owens aggressively boots Dane in the stomache, hooking an arm and leg and going for his signature Fisherman suplex..

Williams: Ode to..NO!

Dane blocks the move and lifts up Owens..


Owens only makes it half way up in the air and comes back down, tying Dane up with an inside cradle.









Owens holds his bloodied head in disbelief as an exhausted Dane tries to pull himself up via the referee's belt. Owens quickly rushes up behind him and grabs hold, and Dane swings back a leg between his legs which the ref conveniently misses.

Fury: Ohhh..Dicks in pain right now, Jen. In more ways than one..

Dane turns and his cult following cheer as he lifts up Owens vertically in the air, stalling for a few moments before spiking him straight down on his head.









The arena explodes with a mixture of emotion as Danes music hits. He collapses off Owens and lies next to him on the canvas.

Williams: Both men down. Both men bleading. Dane advances but what a match!

Fury: What a fight!

Dane pulls himself up via the ropes and tries to raise a tired arm. The referee holds him steady in the middle of the ring and clings onto his wrist.

Announcer: Your winner of the match via pinfall and moving on to round three in the Ring King tournament....ERIC...DAAAAAAAAAANE!

Danes arm gets raised in Victory and he turns to Witness Owens gingerly getting to his feet. The music fades and the atmosphere turns tense once again as Dane watches and waits for him.

Fury: Dick thinks this may not be over yet, Jen..

Owens looks up and see's Dane glaring at him. The two men exhange glances, but to Owens' surprise Dane shoots out his hand. The crowd begin to stare uneasily as Owens thinks about it.

Williams: Dane said this week that WHEN he beats Owens he will offer his hand..

Owens walks forward, rubbing his chin as he thinks about it. Before finally reaching out a hand..

The crowd boo's as Dane retracts his hand at the last second and slides it through his bloodied hair, laughing to himself as he exits through the ring ropes.

Williams: Oh come on! That is a blatant sign of disrespect and Owens deserves more than that after the fight he gave tonight!

Fury: Dane is who he is, Jennifer..aint nobody gonna change that.

Williams: Please! If theres anything worse than a bad loser...its a bad winner!

Dane laughs at an infuriated Owens as he backs his way up the ramp.

I Didn't See Anyone


I Didn't See Anyone


Upon returning ring side we find Jennifer Williams and Dick Fury sitting behind their play by play table. They get the sign that they are on.

Williams: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. A very exciting night already continues… up next we have-

Williams stops as she is getting word from the producer.

Williams: Folks, apparently there is a situation going on backstage…

Cameras cut to the back to find Lew Smith sitting on the ground with a little trickle of blood coming from his left eyebrow. UTA Doctor Dan Paesano is kneeling next to Smith cleaning his eye.

Paseano: What's your name?

Smith: Lew Smith...

Paesano: Do you know today’s date?

Smith: June Twenty-Second...

Paesano: Where are you?

Smith: I’m in Orlando… I don’t have a concussion, Doc. I'm perfectly...

Smith lets out a sigh as he holds his ribs.

Smith: Fine.

Paesano: I have to ask Lew. I can’t let you go out there if you have any type of head injury.

Smith: This is the biggest match of my entire life. I’m going out there even if I have two broken legs!

Smith huffs for a moment. He shakes his head, looking confused.

Paesano: Can you remember anything about what happened?

Smith: I was walking down the hall and out of no where I get blasted and sent flying into the wall. I didn’t see anyone. 

Paesano: I’m going to do some more tests Lew after I clean this up. You might need a few stitches.

Smith: Get on with it… I have a title to win!

Paesano puts Smith's right arm behind his neck and helps Smith to his feet. As they leave the shot we head back to ringside to Williams and Fury.

Williams: Woah… Folks, it seems as though Lew Smith has been the victim of a backstage assault... That's all we know right now.

Williams gets a thought.

Williams: Dick, is it a coincidence that on the night Lew Smith challenges for the UTA World Title he gets attacked?

Fury: Don’t know what you’re trying to say, Jennifer. Lew Smith has made plenty of enemies in his time in the UTA.

Williams looks over at Dick Fury with a look of shock on her face.

Williams: Lew Smith is one of the most loved guys in the company! No one dislikes Lew Smith!

Fury: Dick is in the back… Dick hears things. Plenty of people don't like Lew Smith. Smith has pissed off more people than just La Flama Blanca. Didn’t… didn’t Lew Smith get into something with Kendrix?

Williams: Those two have been at one another recently, yes.

Fury: It can be anyone. I don't know why you have to point the finger at La Flama Blanca and Dynasty.

Williams: I did no such thing.

Fury: DIck can read between the lines, Jennifer. There are plenty of people who’d like to be in Smith’s shoes. 

Williams: That is true. What does this mean for the Main Event, Dick?

Fury: Maybe Smith will pull a Second Coming and forfeit to The Champion. A gracious thing to do. Don't risk getting more injured than he is.

Williams: You just heard Smith… he’s wrestling tonight. Nothing is keeping him out of this match.

Fury: That Doctor better do his job. Keep Smith out of harm's way if he can't go.

Williams: Well… coming up next… CBR and Chris Hopper go one on one in a Ring King tournament match. Don't change the channel Victory will be right back!

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Chris Hopper vs. CBR

The voice of Brian Johnson cuts through the crowd noside as he screams the beginning hard-rocking riffs of AC/DC's TNT.

Pyro explodes, as "Too Cool" Chris Hopper steps out from behind the curtain. 

Williams: Chris Hopper looking to settle up with CBR here tonight. 

Fury: Dick don't give a damn about Chris Hopper. Lemme know when the Candaian Star is coming out.

Hopper is wearing blue wrestling tights, his black boots, and a pair of sunglasses. He motions for the crowd to get loud and that's just what they do. A smile covers Hopper's face, ear to ear as he heads down to the ring.

Hopper reaches out and begins to slap hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade. He evens tops with a young woman to take a selfie.

Announcer: Hailing from Paoli, Indiana

Hopper reaches ringside and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring.

Announcer: Standing at six feet-eight inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred, eighty-eight pounds...

Hopper bends down and flexes for the crowd as they cheer him yet again. He jumps back to his feet and begins climbing up the first corner and raising his arms to the crowd. He works every side of the arena and the fans are really rewarding his showmanship.

Announcer: Here is the King of Cool, the Count of Monte Fisto...."TOO COOL" CHRIS HOPPER!!!

Hopper just continues nodding at his fans

Williams: Say what you want, but there is no denying that the fans love Hopper.

Hopper grabs the top rope and bends down and stretches as the music fades out. Now he is standing in the corner and ready for the opening bell.

Fury: Yeah but not everyone is as smart as Dick.

AC/DC cuts off and the lights in the arena go black. Red strobe lights come up over the crowd but mainly focusing their collective attention towards the entrance by the top of the stage.

The opening riff of Hail to the King by Avenge Sevenfold begins to play, the crowd erupting into a crescendo of boos, as they know CBR is set to come out.

After four repetitions of the riff the symbol joins in, and out from the back steps Claude Baptiste Ranier, the sceen behind him glowing with images of suplexes and submission holds by the Canadian Star, each separated with brief images of the Canadian flag as the power chords fire into the tune.

Williams: And here's CBR, determinted to move one step closer to his chance at that every elusive World Title.

Fury: Quite the little wordsmith tonight, now ain't ya.

Wearing a pair of purple and white ring trunks, purple knee pads and elbow pads with white boots, he raises his arms outwards on the stage. He wears the trademark purple and white robe with 'Subjugation' written in black font on the back. 

As the verse kicks in, Claude looks over the fans, a pair of purple tinted sunglasses over his face. Ranier has his blonde mane of hair falling by his shoulders and starts to make his way down the ramp, the music hitting into its starting lyrics. CBR edges forward towards the ring slowly, ignoring outstretched hands of fans, focused on the squared circle.

Announcer: Hailing from Montreal, Canada

Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred andfifty seven pounds...

CBR walks up to the ring steps looking over the fans again momentarily as he pauses. He walks slowly up the steps to the apron, stepping carefully through the ropes and into the ring. Ranier walks purposefully around a circuit of the squared circle, the smile curled back once more onto his face. Stopping at one of the corners of the ring, Claude takes off his robe and sunglasses, placing them into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms and flexing for everyone to see as the chorus starts.

"Hail to the King,
Hail to the one;
Kneel to the crown,
Stand in the sun."

Announcer: The Canadian Star...CBR!!

Holding his arms aloft, Ranier takes in the boos, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. He lingers for a second before coming down and sharing a few words with the referee, stretching his right arm.

CBR stretches his arms behind his back, Marshall Owens shouting some worthwhile advice over his shoulder. Hopper rolls his neck side to side motioning for the referee to lend him an ear. Hopper briefly discusses Owens being at ringisde with the official, who nods. Telling him he has a watchful eye on him. Hopper nods, sufficent for him. The two begin to circle as the crowd roars.

Williams: And here it is, the rubber match between these two and it promises to be a good one. Action like this can ONLY be found here on UTA's Victory.

Fury: CBR has this in the bag. Move on. Hopper is old as hell and washed up.

Williams: Don't rule out Chris Hopper so quickly. It's clear to me that Hopper has a passion for this business and that sort of thing has to mean something.

Fury: Only passion Dick cares about is in the bedroom.

Both men charge, Hopper ducks a right hand from CBR and fires back with a clothesline that sends CBR to the mat quickly. CBR rolls to his feet, another clothesline from Hopper that drops CBR to the mat, and he rolls to his feet again. Hopper closes in on him forcing him back into the corner. Hopper steps in takes his hand and whips him across the ring into the other corner BUT it's reversed Hopper heads into the opposite corner. CBR stalks waiting but Hopper comes out of the corner with a fury, delivering a ROARING forearm shot to catch CBR off balance. The fans explode again.

Williams: Hopper coming out swinging on this one. Taking the fight right to CBR.

Fury: It's early. It's early. Let Hopper tire himself out, the old timer won't have it in him to close.

Owens is barking to fans ringside who are obviously pro Hopper. CBR rolls to his feet but slouches back into the corner trying to catch his breath. He didn't think that Hopper would out so fast to start the match. Hopper fires a boot into his stomach bending him over, as the fans continue to roar. CBR tries to move away, using the rope as his guide he moves to the other corner but Hopper follows and delivers a thunder of a right hand to CBR's forehead, dazing him. 

Willams: And Hopper showing no signs of stopping here in the early goings.

Fury: Like Dick said, EARLY. Just wait!

Hopper pulls CBR's arm intent to sending him across the ring again. CBR reverses his hold but Hopper reverses said reversal and sends CBR HARD back into the corner he was just occupying. So hard that CBR stumbles over the top rope and spills out onto the floor below.

Williams: And this Second Round action spills out onto the floor.

Fury: And this here, is where Dynasty can be particularly dangerous.

Hopper struts in the ring before stepping out onto the floor. CBR staggers to his feet but is met with an open hand by Hopper, which sends him reeling into the barricade. He stumbles out and gets another open hand from Hopper that sends him stumbling. CBR leans against the steel steps to breathe but Hopper comes up behind him and plants his head firmly against them.

Williams: And there is some fight in Chris Hopper here tonight. No nonsense about it.

Fury: He just used those steps as a weapon. I didn't think Hopper was that resourceful.

Hopper takes CBR by the neck and bounces his head off the announce table as well. CBR bounces off in a daze again as Hopper whips him hard into the barricade. Hopper smiles as CBR steps out still dazed. Hopper swings a clothesline but CBR ducks it and drops Hopper who still isn't done throwing the clothesline with a quick Neckbreaker right onto the floor. Hopper brings both his hands to his neck in pain.

Fury: CBR hitting him with a HUGE Neckbreaker. That might've just turned this around.

Hopper is withering on the ground as the officials calls to him from inside the ring. 

Williams: Hopper in a great deal of pain. CBR knowing full well of the medical concern that Hopper is facing. 

CBR breathes heavy on his back as well before rolling to his knees and pulling himself into the ring. Hopper is to his knees as CBR resets the count and slides back out of the ring. Hopper is to his feet but CBR yanks him and sends him crashing into the steel steps. Chris' shoulder collides with the steel causing him a deal of pain.

Fury: Good old fashioned fight here. Dick likes.

Williams: These two have dazzled already and their third installment is shaping up to be a battle of who's the toughest. I can't say anyone here is disappointed.

CBR rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet. He steps through the ropes and onto the outside of the apron as Hopper gets to his feet. As Hopper gets to his feet CBR leaps off the apron and catches Hopper with an Axe Handle knocking Chris back to the floor. CBR picks Hopper by his neck and rolls him back into the ring. The Canadian Star follows as Owens barks orders outside, delighted in how things are shaping up thus far.

Hopper leans in the corner, trying to catch his breath. CBR boots a hole in his chest, one boot, two boots, three boots. CBR places a foot on Chris' throat, depriving him of oxygen. The ref's count runs high and he pulls CBR away. CBR is angry and stares a hole in the official.

Fury: The zebra just put his hands on CBR. No chill at all.

Williams: He was trying to break a count. To keep some integrity in this match up. 

CBR shakes his head, tells the ref he shouldn't have done that and turns back to Hopper only Hopper is up now. Open faced right, another open faced right, and another. He's backed CBR into the ropes, he whips CBR across the ropes, CBR reverses Hopper comes off the ropes and ducks CBR clothesline. Hopper hits the other side and is met with a Running Knee Strike to the face from CBR. Marshall Owens jumps on the outside with excitement.

Williams: CBR with a knee there. Almost took Hopper's head off.

Fury: If only. Dick would love that.

 Hopper pops to his feet obviously dazed as CBR charges and lunges with a clothesline that knocks Hopper back to the mat. CBR presses into a cover.


Williams: Long two count as Hopper powers out.

Owens is up on the apron barking that it should've been three. The ref shows him two fingers and warns him to be careful. Owens settles down as CBR sits up and takes a deep breath. Hopper still a bit winded from the most recent interaction between these two.

CBR mounts Hopper pulling his neck up and delivering a straight punch to his forehead, then another, then another, then another. Finally CBR rolls off as the ref barks at him and let's Hopper lay limp in the middle of the ring, winded.

Williams: Hopper doesn't look good here.

CBR brings Hopper to his feet and and picks him up and drops him back down with a Gut Wrench Suplex. Hopper crumbles to the mat.

CBR doesn't cover he stands in the corner and smirks as the crowd boos him. He runs out and leaps into the air before driving his knee into Hopper's face.

Fury: Gotta say this ain't half bad.

CBR brings Hopper into a cover.


Williams: Hopper gets the shoulder up. He ain't dead yet. 

CBR brings Hopper to his knees and fires away with a closed fist right hand. He stands Hopper up and fires away with a right hand again that knocks Hopper to the ground. CBR climbs the turnbuckle.

Fury: High rent district here.

Hopper is quick to his feet and takes Hopper by his neck and flips him back first to the mat below. 

CBR is quick to his feet though, as Hopper Irish Whips him into the ropes, CBR reverses it Hopper bounces off now. On the comeback CBR bends down to vault Hopper over his back but Hopper runs off the ropes and delivers a Swinging Neckbreaker to CBR dropping him to the mat. The fans go crazy.

CBR is to his feet quickly again, as Hopper shifts his stance wide and places the weight evenly across his frame. Hopper fires with a strong right hand that backs CBR into the ropes. Hopper takes CBR sends him across and Hopper now bends down. CBR comes off the ropes Hopper bends down, places CBR across his back and delivers a Death Valley Driver that lays CBR out in the middle of the ring.


Fury: Dick don't like this.

Hooper with a cover.


Fury: Thank God! Couldn't take Hopper winning, Dick just couldn't.

Owens is beside himself on the outside. Both hands on either side of his face, he almost just had his client lose in this brutal Ring King matchup. But onwards the match goes.

Hopper and CBR are to their feet at the same time. CBR still dazed a strong right hand from Hopper again backs The Canadian Star into the ropes. Hopper whips him across and bends down, perhaps looking for the same move he did before but CBR counters and drives Hopper's head right into his knee with a Facebuster. The force sending Hopper to the mat, CBR falls as well - exhausted from the earlier exchange.

Williams: Both men down now and breathing heavy. This one has lived up to the hype thus far.

Fury: Let's go CBR. You got this.

The ref begins his count. 


CBR gets to his feet first and begins jawing with the official that he's been counting his pins slow. The ref shakes his head, he's been fair. Marshall screams for CBR to look out but it's too late. Hopper rolls him up into a School Boy.


Fury: And CBR powers out again, going to take more than that to catch Claude.

Hopper is to his feet and CBR drops him with a clothesline, before falling to his knees himself. Both men are winded. They both stir and get to their feet. CBR delivers the first punch, goes for a second and gets his offering blocked by Hopper. Hopper delivers a thunder of a right hand that drives CBR back. Then another, and another, and yet another. The last one sends CBR to the mat in a heap. Hopper throws his hands in the area and lets out a primal scream as the fans roar.

Williams: And here's Hopper, really feeling it. This one could be getting to the end.

Fury: No way in hell.

Owens jumps onto the apron and starts barking at Hopper, the official wills him to get down. Hopper turns his attention towards Marshall but turns just in time. There's a charging CBR and Hopper picks him up spins him around and plants him hard into the ring with a High Impact Spinebuster.

Williams: Oh man, Hopper is looking good.

Hopper covers.


The officials count stops because Marshall Owens has once again jumped onto the apron. The fans boo loudly. Finally the ref has had enough and he tosses Owens.


Williams: He just did. I don't know what to tell you but Marshall Owens is OUT OF HERE.

Marshall is livid as him and the referee continue to jaw. In the ring both men are too their feet as CBR sends Hopper into the ropes where he collides with the referee knocking him to the mat. CBR takes two steps in towards Hopper. Hopper boots him in the stomach and drops him with a DDT.

Williams: We got an official down, Marshall Owens leaving. We need another referee out here, Dick. We need a winner.

Hopper sits in the corner stalking his prey, willing CBR to get to his feet. CBR does and Hopper charges him. CBR swings wildly with a clothesline when it happens  - 


Hopper drops to his knees to cover but there is no official. The fans count his pin fall attempt but it doesn't matter. Hopper now finally realizes the official is out. He goes over and check on him, shakes him. Finally the ref stirs. As does CBR. 

Williams: The referee able to hit one but CBR kicks out. Chris Hopper had this won!

Both men roll over and begin to push up.

Williams: Both men to their feet again. What a battle... CBR waste no time, big right hand to Chris Hopper... Hopper returns the favor. These two men exchanging punches now. They are worn out but there must be a winner!

Chris Hopper takes charge, slamming CBR with several punches as CBR stumbles back. Hopper grabs his arm, pushing him back and into the ropes.

Williams: Hopper using the ropes... whips CBR across the ring... WAIT! CBR has ran into the official! THE REFEREE IS DOWN AGAIN!

Fury: Can we not get referee's who can stay on their feet?

CBR looks down at the referee and turns back to Hopper who throws a boot up, catching him in the gut.


The fans go crazy. Chris Hopper quickly rolls over and pushes up, realizing the referee is still down. Suddenly we see a man jump the railing.


Blanca slides into the ring behind Hopper. As Chris turns around, LFB shoots a leg up.


Blanca quickly grabs CBR, and rolls him over, his arm across Hopper's chest. The champion drops down and rolls out of the ring, quickly making an exit. The referee begins to stir. As he does, he raises his arm. The fans begin to boo loudly as it hits the canvas, going up again.

Williams: The champion just screwed Chris Hopper!

The referee's hand slowly comes down a third time, hitting the canvas. The bell begins to sound.

Announcer: The winner of this match and advancing in the Ring King tournament... C... B... RRR!!!!

Fury: Dynasty moves forward!

Williams: Because they cheat! I'll tell you this much.. Chris Hopper is going to be furious. Wait until he gets his hands on La Flama Blanca!

Fury: Well he wont be doing it at Ring King, that's for sure!

CBR is helped up by the referee. he looks dazed, not really knowing what is going on as his hand is raised in victory.

Now Isn't the Time

Now Isn't the Time

Will Haynes has been searching for most of the night. High and low, up and down, backwards and forwards. He’s been looking for Bobby Dean. He happens upon a Staffer helping push some equipment out to the loading bay.

Haynes: Have you seen Bobby Dean? Really need t’ chat wit dat piece a lard.

Staffer: No. Sorry man. Gotta get back to work. Maybe try down the hall.

The Staffer goes about his business. Haynes turns heads down the aforementioned hall and around another corner. And that’s when he bumps into Marshall Owens. Haynes doesn’t realize it at first.

Haynes: Sorry to - 

Haynes’ eyes look up. He sees Marshall Owens and most importantly he sees his Second Round Ring King opponent, former World Champion, Sean Jackson. The two men have a history. 

M. Owens:  Why Mr. Haynes, no apologies are necessary.  We don’t fault you for wanting to rub shoulders with greatness….

Marshall sneaks a peek towards the former World Champ guaging his temperature.

M. Owens:  Considering he’s already crushed your heart and dreams at All Or Nothing.  Embarrassing you next week in the Garden, will just be the icing on the proverbial cake.

Marshall then turns back towards Will Haynes.

M. Owens:  But then, you should already be used to that...right?

Having not said a word yet on any UTA televised shows or in any of the Dynasty interviews, you can tell Sean is ready to explode.  As he begins to crowd his attorney, Marshall does his absolute best in keeping the former world champion at bay.  

M. Owens:  Of course you are.  After all, you failed to win the world championship.  Failed to hold on to the Legacy championship, and couldn’t even keep your so called group together.  Tell me Haynes, just how is Slaw doing?

Marshall smiles.

M. Owens:  Is poor Gertie still weeping over her baby boy’s boo boo?  

Growing ever impatient, Sean shows that the time for talk in over.  He pushes Marshall to the side and now is nose to nose with Haynes. 

M. Owens:  Now isn’t the time Sean…

Marshall is tugging at the arm of his client, but isn’t able to budge the 220 pound Sean Jackson.  

M. Owens:  Now isn’t…

Almost giving himself whiplash, Sean jerks his head towards Marshall, who stops in mid sentence.  Once Marshall stops, the former World champion turns back to the former Legacy champion and then tension could be cut with a knife.

Marshall gives it one final attempt by stepping up to the side of his client, trying to get face to face, but can’t.

M. Owens:  Sean….

He can't because Haynes has stepped forward closing the gap and now stands eye to eye with Jackson. 

Haynes: Seanie, when you step in the ring with me next week I'm gonna put on the show of a lifetime. I'm gonna prove to everyone that you're a broken man AND I'm gonna show that All or Nothin' was a complete fluke. It's gonna be great. 

Sean takes a step forward, wanting to confront Haynes right then and right there. Owens is finally able to step in front of Jackson. Jackson stops cold. He stares at Owens. 

M. Owens:  I told you Sean, now isn’t the time.

As Sean turns to face his attorney, he finally thinks better of the situation and allows Marshall to persuade him to go in the opposite direction. 

Haynes wipes the sweat off his brow and heads the opposite way thankful things didn't get physical. 

Unstable V2

Unstable V2

Board up the House by Genghis Tron a chorus of boos resonate the Wrestlezone here in Orlando, Florida.   Crimson steps from behind the backstage area dressed in street clothes. His hair hanging over his face he slowly makes his way down to the ring emotionless. Crimson’s throne has been put in the center of the ring.  

He reaches the apron grabs the top rope and pulls himself up on the apron. He steps over the top rope he stares at the throne then out into the sea of booing fans.  He picks up the microphone sitting on the throne in front of him he looks up toward the crowd for a minute still showing emotionless.

Williams:  Well, Crimson has been rather quiet tonight. Looks like finally we are going to hear from him after that loss to Rhys Townsend in Round One of Ring King.

Fury: Without Lady Gaze either, Dick is surprised the ambulance was not parked out back without her here.

Crimson sits on the throne and slowly raises the microphone to his mouth.

Lord: I have come out here to address a issue that seems to making the rounds in this company. This rumor being the fact that MY body has been ravaged over the years, and it may just be finally catching up to me.

He lowers the microphone from his mouth a look of disgust seen through his hair.

Lord: It is a lie, and if I see Rumor Man Stan I am going to make sure he never post this crap again! Now that I have got that out of the way.  

He raises two fingers up in front of him

Lord: Two times, the first All or Nothing. Being in that match for a short time, and nonetheless being eliminated by that arrogant prick Perfection just fueled me inside to want it MORE! I left The Spawn, and began my quest to once more have the chance to come face to face with the man who has MY championship, and take it back!

He lowers his hand and makes a swatting motion with his other hand as he says.

Lord: I swatted that pest The Second Coming out of the way. I have ascended to the top of this company.  Wingate you can not deny me forever, sooner or later his precious chosen champion is going to have to face me!  You can’t continue to ignore me Wingate! I’ll start using force to get my shot at the UTA World Championship, if you keep procrastinating with me!

A close up of the rage in Crimson’s eyes is quickly seen, before moving back to a full view of him sitting on the throne.

Lord: Now onto Ring King and you Rhys Townsend….

Fans begin to chant

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Williams:  The fans letting Crimson know here tonight just what happened last week at Wrestleshow!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, Crimson looks out into the fans emotionless back and forth.

Lord: Rhys..

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, Crimson clenches his teeth at the constant chant.

Lord: Shut up you peasants!

Fury:  Dick thinks these idiots better do as Crimson says!

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, Crimson stands up from the throne and shouts into the microphone.


Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, Crimson trying to ignore the fans in Orlando trying to continue with his train of thought.

Williams:  These fans are relentless tonight! This man who has made it a point to hurt people since he left The Spawn is getting a taste of his own medicine here in Orlando!

Lord: Rhys I am going to....

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, Crimson lowers the microphone for a moment before raising it back to his mouth.

Lord: If you people don’t shut the hell up, you are all going to regret it!

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, starts to pace back and forth now the seem to have gotten under his skin.

Lord: Shut up! Shut up!

Williams:  Boy they are really getting under his skin tonight Dick.

Fury:  These fans are just upset their Tampa Bay Lightning got beat by the Chicago Blackhawks and their trying to take their frustration over being awful on Crimson!

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Lord: Keep it up, and I will leave this show.

The fans cheer loudly only enraging the seven footer even more, as they continue the chant.

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Lord: To hell with you peasants I am royalty damn it!

Fury:  Be quiet you bottom feeders!

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, totally loses it he picks up the throne in the ring and tosses it out of the ring to the entranceway.

Williams:  That’s it I think Crimson has reached his boiling point now.

Lord:  Enough of this Townsend it was a mere fluk..

Fans: You Tapped out! ::clap clap:: You Tapped out!

Fans continue to repeat the chant, you can see veins bulging in Crimson’s head.

Lord:  I don’t need this crap, you disrespectful peasants!  I am out of here!

Fury:  No don’t leave Crimson ignore them.

Crimson begins to exit the ring.

Fans: Na na na na… na na nahhh naaahhh... HE-EE-EEY… GOODBYE...

Fans continue to repeat the chant, as Crimson throws the microphone down and leaves the ring.

Williams: That was… unenlightening.

Fury: What do you expect? These idiots show no respect, why should he waste his time?

Williams: Regardless, Crimson is hot, Dick… and I fear for his next opponent.

At that moment, the fans stop jeering Crimson and start to cheer. It’s probably due to the fact that “Epidemic” by New Years Day starts to play in the arena.

Fury: I hope you’re right, Jennifer! Looks like we’re about to get the Second Cracking!

Puns aside, The Second Coming walks through the curtain and locks eyes with Crimson. She is casually dressed, not expecting a match - but wears a facemask with a frankenstitch mouth. She also carries a microphone.

Crimson stops in his tracks, rage barely contained. To his surprise - probably to everyone’s surprise, the Second Coming walks up to him to the point where he could probably lunge at her.

Fury: Oh please beat her up… please oh please oh please…

2C: Did I miss the pity party, Crimson?

The fans cheer at the dig toward Crimson’s aborted ring speech.

2C: So you lost to Townsend… your ancient knees took more than any of us thought you could. Be proud’a that part. Besides, it wasn’t a total loss for you. You still eliminated one athlete from the Ring King tournament.

She steps back and takes an exaggerated bow. Crimson steps toward her, but she recovers quickly and moves out of his reach.

2C: Easy, slugger. Still no touchies until I pass my brain test tomorrow.

The thought that the barest amount of patience would give Crimson another free shot at the Second Coming is enough to stay his hand. For now.

2C: But you managed to cause my exit from the tournament on the same night that you lost. One in, one out. It’s a wash, like you were never even there. You know what that’s like, right?

The fans erupt, and Crimson loses control for a split second - though he doesn’t do anything more aggressive than snatch the microphone out of the Second Coming’s grip.

Lord:  What do you want little girl?

She pulls a second microphone out of her back pocket, which earns her another round of cheers.

2C: Funny you should ask. You might’ve broken even in the Ring King tournament, but by my count, that’s two you owe me. And I want to settle up.

Williams: Wow!

The fans explode at the Second Coming’s challenge, in all but words, toward Crimson Lord.

Fury: Please accept, Crimson, and then sew her mouth shut.

2C: The doctors in Arlington told me that I looked like I survived getting T-Boned in a car crash, and I guess, in a way, I did.

She stops and acknowledges Crimson Lord’s imposing physical presence.

2C: But last week… that was the topper. Last week was you pissing in my gas tank after T-boning my car. You made me walk out of what should’ve been my return match… you made me bleed… so I think it’s fitting that I return the favor.

The fans’ buzz continues to grow as she steps, unafraid, toward Crimson Lord.

2C: You and me. Two weeks from tonight. First Blood.

Williams: No way!

Fury: Bleed, bitch!

Williams: Dick!

The Second Coming holds Crimson Lord’s gaze, unflinching. Crimson looks a bit to the southwest before returning his stare toward her.

Lord:  Let me think about that…..NO!

The fans boo, loudly, as Crimson Lord walks past her. He glares at her as he walks, and she turns appropriately, never allowing him behind her.

2C: What’s wrong, Crimson? Preemptively tapping out?

He stops, as the fans cheer.

2C: Little creaky in the morning, can’t get yourself up for the fight? Can’t get yourself up at all? Is that where Gaze went off to?

His hands curl into a pair of fists. A close look at the Hall of Famer would show him vibrating in anger.

2C: There shouldn’t be anything to worry about, Crimson… unless you’re… afraid of me.

He quickly turns around and stares down toward her. As the fans buzz at the challenge, not only of the match but toward Crimson Lord’s pride.

Lord:  Child you must have a deathwish! Fine I will do what I failed to do at Black Horizon, you want it you got it!  Say goodbye to your career, child!

Williams: I think she’s grinning, Dick!

Fury: How can you tell?

Williams: ...I just can. But what a bombshell, fans! Victory 34, we’re going to see the Black Horizon rematch! Crimson Lord and The Second Coming in a First Blood match! We’ll be right back!

Fade to commercial with the two staring at each other

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

Alex Beckman vs. Lamond Alexander Robertson

A slow drum beat begins from the PA system, repeating itself as the crowd dies down to hear it. The Utatron flickers into life, fading in with the image of a hill, cloudy blue skies above and a large steel Claymore sword buried into the grassy surface. A Scottish flag sits behind it, the wooden pole deep in the soil as well, waving effortlessly in the wind.

And suddenly, the sound of the rich violin bursts into the silence, playing its quick repeating verse as Promentory by Trevor Jones begins to play.

As the violin repeats itself, from the back slowly steps the figure of Lamond Alexander Robertson, a bright smile on his face as he taps his foot to the music. Coming onto the stage, Robertson turns slowly, taking in the lights, the rafters and shear production value of the show, arms outstretched in the moment as he turns back to face the ring and the crowd.

Williams: This is it, ladies and gentlemen. Robertson/Beckman III with everything on the line. Advancement in the Ring King Tournament, Twenty thousand dollars in cash, and the UTA Prodigy Championship will be decided here tonight, but the most important thing on the line tonight might very well be pride.

Fury: Dick is confused. Twenty thousand dollars, Ring King, and the Prodigy Championship… and you think that PRIDE is the thing that matters?

A second violin joins the first in the unending repetition, as LAR walks down the ramp, stepping over to one side of the crowd and taking their outstretched hands in his, shaking each one. He shares a few words with each fan, a laugh with some before moving to the other side of the ramp and repeating with a few there.

Announcer: Introducing the challenger… making his way down to the ring, hailing from Pockton, Scotland.

Robertson walks his way around the ring on the outside, shaking hands with fans. He gets to one fan with his son, placing his hand on the father’s shoulder and whispering something to the boy before shuffling his hair and moving on. Lamond makes a point to shake hands with the announcers and the time keeper before stepping up onto the apron and into the ring.

Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds...

LAR immediately walks to the corner, dropping to one knee and lifting a necklace he wears around his neck. He kisses the front of it, saying a few words with his head bowed and eyes closed before standing and turning to face the rest of the ring, slapping his left arm with his right hand.

Announcer: Lamond…Alexander…Robertson!!

He places the necklace on the outside of the ring, as well as taking his t-shirt off, standing proudly in the Robertson tartan kilt.

Williams: Tonight is do or die for LAR, folks. And you can bet Lamond Robertson never says die.

Robertson lowers down, using the rope to keep himself steady, almost sitting on his heels as he waits.

Go To Sleep by Eminem begins to play throughout the arena, inciting the crowd into a frenzy of boos as Alex Beckman makes her way out from behind the curtain with the UTA Prodigy Championship over her shoulder, accompanied as always by The Engineer of The Machine, Michael Best.

Her fight robe covering her head at the top of the ramp, she hops in place and stares down toward the ring with very little fanfare. On her right side, Mike gestures toward her and tauntingly plays the crowd, smirking and berating them for not receiving her warmly.

Williams: This has been the face of domination in the UTA for the last two months. She is undefeated in the UTA, but she may have bit off more than she can chew here tonight.

Fury: Normally, Dick would make some kind of an innuendo here, but his testicles are still recovering from Alex’s appearance on Late Night D this week. Dick will provide no context to that statement.

As the tempo of her music kicks into second gear, Alex stops limbering up at the top of the stage and begins to descend down the ramp. She ignores the fans at ringside, walking slowly down to the ring. Michael Best goes on ahead of her, stopping the announcer before he can announce her arrival and instead taking the microphone for himself.

Best: Ladies and gentlemen, do not adjust your television sets, what you are about to see is REAL. Hailing from Camp Kinser, Okinawa, Japan by way of Chicago, Illinois...

The booing only intensifies as Michael Best arrogantly heralds his client. She stops at the bottom of the ramp, resuming her hopping and stretching routine as she awaits the rest of her lavish introduction. Fans, mostly male, try to reach over the guard rail to harass and grope at her.

Best: ...she is a mind blowing physical specimen, standing at five foot seven inches and weighing in at lean, mean one hundred thirty five pounds...

Alex steps forward toward the apron, climbing up the steps and holding onto the turnbuckle as she leans on the ropes.

Best: ...she is the Thai-breaker, the BTKO Killer... she is the single most dominant woman in the history of women and domination and the UTA PRODIGY CHAMPION… get on your knees and pay your respects to ALEX.... BECKKKKKKKKMANNNNNN!

At the announcement of her name, Alex spins on the apron to face the ramp, ripping the hood back off of her head. In one fluid motion, she ducks backward beneath the rope, as Michael Lee Best holds it open for her, and finally she steps inside of the ring.

Fury: Dick just doesn’t get it, Jen. How can Mike Best-- a WONDERFUL human being-- associate with a testicular serial killer like Alex Beckman? Dick is pretty sure she should be in prison.

Alex Beckman takes her corner, slowly removing her robe and handing it off to Michael Best. The Chicago Hall of Famer in turn hands it off to the actual ring announcer, telling him to do something with it since he just had the last two minutes off.

As she stretches out on the ropes, "Go To Sleep" begins to fade from the PA system in the arena. She prepares for the beginning of the match, talking to Michael like he's her cornerman as she impatiently awaits the opening bell.

Williams: This is the biggest match of both these young wrestler’s careers.

Alex Beckman keeps her fist up, rocking in her corner as she waits. Michael Lee Best smirks outside of the ring.

Williams: ...and it starts… NOW!

As the bell sounds to begin the match, Lamond Alexander Robertson stands up and heads forward. Best slaps the corner of the apron and yells Get Him! as Beckman charges out of the corner, hands still up.

Williams: Well this is familiar… this is how it all began at Victory XXIX!

This time, however, Lamond Robertson is ready for it as Beckman shoots in with a single leg takedown attempt. He sprawls out, avoiding the takedown and bringing an elbow down onto the back of Beckman’s head as the crowd explodes into cheers! At ringside, Michael Best’s jaw drops as he slaps the apron, yelling for her to get up.

Williams: LAR sprawls out! HE SPRAWLS OUT!

Fury: Dick doesn’t know what that means so it’s probably something to do with Beckman’s tooty-fruity MMA crap.

Beckman drops to her hands and knees, letting out a roar as she realizes that LAR has been training in her style of fighting for this match. He goes to drop a second elbow, but Beckman snatches the right arm, ripping him to the mat and trying to lock in a submission…

Williams: In a rage, Beckman going for the armbar! This could end it early!

Fury: Yeah right, Jen. If Dick survived DICK-BAR-- CHECK OUT LATE NIGHT D  ON WRESTLEUTA.COM FOLKS--  then that idiot Scotsman can escape an armbar from a little girl.

She yanks on LAR’s arm, trying to get it free and lock the armbar in, but Robertson is pulling back hard.

Williams: Robertson is fighting viciously for his life right now. She’s almost got it!


Despite his fighting, Beckman locks the armbar in! The crowd goes nearly silent as LAR roars in pain, his eyes going wide as Alexandra pulls back on the hold. His arm is unnaturally bent as she tries to rip it right out of the socket!

Williams: She’s got it! It’s all over!

The referee checks on him, but LAR swears he isn’t going to quit. In fact, he screams it as the blood vessels around his eyes start to burst. He’s clearly in what might be the worst pain of his life, but he’s not tapping out yet!

Williams: LAR refusing to quit… but maybe he should…

Fury: Come on, Jen, what is that little princess gonna do… break his arm?

Beckman is enraged now, as she yanks back even harder on the armbar. The crowd is buzzing for LAR as they try and rally behind the challenger. From the back of the building, a “DON’T TAP OUT!” chant breaks out and picks up steam across the arena.

Williams: Lamond Robertson struggling to get free, but that hold is clamped on HARD.

With his free arm, LAR stops fighting the hold. Instead, he rolls his whole body to the opposite side, reaching out desperately for the ropes! The crowd gets even louder now, but it’s still a few inches from his grasp!

Fury: Get to the ropes! Teach that jezebel how to be a proper lady!

Williams: I… I don’t think he’s gonna make it, Dick.

The fans can be heard cheering for Robertson, but the cheering stops abruptly as Alex lets out one more guttural roar. She yanks even harder on the hold, keeping LAR from the ropes as his arm gives way with a sickening crack. Immediately, he lets out a cry of absolute horror and excruciating pain, as his arm bends into an unnatural position… and stays that way.

Williams: OH MY GOD! I think… I think that Beckman just broke LAR’s right arm!


Immediately, the referee steps in to assess the damage. He orders Beckman to release the hold, but she’s not letting go! He starts the five count, and after Michael’s urgings, Beckman releases the hold at four and stands back up to her feet, taking her corner.

Williams: Folks, I apologize for what you’ve just see. This match will obviously be stopped by officials.

Fury: ...she… she broke his arm, man. How do you just break a man’s arm like that? First my little Furies, and now this? She’s… she’s an animal. An absolute animal…

EMTs rush down to the ring, as Alex takes her corner and quietly celebrates with manager Michael Best. LAR is arguing with the referee in the ring, telling him that he doesn’t want him to stop the match.

Williams: Well, your winner and still Prodigy Champion…

Fury: Not to mention moving on to the next round of the Ring King Tournament. Free to keep on breaking limbs and hearts, Jennifer. Dick doesn’t know how to feel about this.

The EMTs are getting into the ring, while LAR continues to argue with the official who is checking on him. At this point, even Michael Best climbs up onto the apron, trying to explain to LAR that the match is over and that he gave it his best.

LAR holds his arm in pain on the canvas, fighting back pained tears as he continues to shake his head. He starts to pull himself up off the mat, against the referee’s warnings, and now Michael climbs all the way into the ring. He gets right up next to the referee, stating his case to Lamond Alexander Robertson as Alex just waits in the corner with a steely look in her eyes.

Williams: I don’t understand what’s going on in the ring right now, but the bell hasn’t rung…

Fury: It’s over, Jen. That skirt wearing fraud just won’t admit it yet.

Williams: This would mark the second time that Alex Beckman has beaten LAR by referee stoppage, Dick.

Fury: Face it, kid. That freak has your number.

Beckman starts to step forward now, but the referee and Michael Best both keep her back. LAR has actually risen to his feet at this point, and he angrily waves the EMTs off. They stay at ringside, as the confused crowd starts to cheer. LAR steps backward into his corner, taking a knee and gritting his teeth and ordering the referee to allow the match to continue.

Williams: What? No way! NO WAY!

Fury: LAR… is gonna keep fighting? With a broken arm?

Williams: You can certainly call him a courageous, hard--

Fury: You can call him an IDIOT, Jennifer. He’s going. To. Die.

Still holding his arm, Lamond rises up from a knee and beckons for Beckman to keep the fight going. Even she looks apprehensive about fighting an injured LAR. He then pushes further up, standing. The fans cheer as he looks forward at Beckman with the same cold stare he looked at her with when this all began at Victory XXIX.

Williams: I can’t believe this, but this match… continues!

Fury: Alright, credit where credit is due. LAR is a moron, but he’s a freaking scary one.

LAR nods at Beckman, and the champion nods right back at him. The referee gets out of the way and the match is one once again, as Beckman steps into the middle of the ring and awaits the challenger. Robertson steps forward, and Alex literally bares her jaw at him, telling him to take the first swing.

Williams: Big left hand from Robertson!

In desperation, LAR swings with all his might, actually taking the champion by surprise. She didn’t expect him to actually take the shot, and the crowd explodes into a roar as she is staggered backward! Lamond follows up with another big left, open handed of course, and then another! Beckman is rocked backward into the ropes!

Williams: Lamond Robertson coming back… with a broken arm. I can’t believe this at ALL.

Fury: He can fight with a broken arm, but he can’t break an armbar? Dick is… ugh.

LAR takes a few steps back, before charging forward with an extended left arm clothesline. Alex sidesteps out of the way, and he instead smashes his broken right arm into the ropes! He screams out in pain as she steps back, lying in wait. In the meantime, the official steps in and tells LAR that it’s time to end the match.

Once again, LAR tells the referee that he’s fine.

Williams:  That may be the end of LAR’s comeback, Dick. It’s pretty hard to lose half of your arsenal against someone like the Prodigy Champion Alex Beckman.

Fury: It’s all or nothing, Jen. Dick would be giving it all he had out there if he were LAR.

Williams: I’ve seen you walk out of a match because your boots were uncomfortable.

Beckman rushes toward LAR’s back, trying to take him down and end this thing for good. But LAR is ready for it, and ducks down… he catches her one handed, using his sheer strength to lift her on his shoulders with one arm and flip her up into position  for the Burning Hammer! The crowd is on their feet, and Michael Best can’t believe it at ringside! He’s gonna do it with ONE ARM!


Fury: Holy [bleep].

Lamond throws her overhead, but doing the move one-armed proves more difficult when your opponent is desperately trying to knock you off balance. Beckman manages to athletically drop down right in front of LAR, landing on her feet! He stumbles backward, only to be met with a snap front kick to the face and knocks him flat to his back!

She makes the cover!




Beckman is enraged, grabbing the ropes behind her and shaking them like she’s beginning to lose control. Michael gets back up onto the apron, trying to reason with her and bring her out of her meltdown, but she isn’t having any of it. LAR starts to sit up, but Beckman turns around and rears back…

Williams: Penalty kick to the face! The Thai-Breaker! LAR is down!

Fury: Well, that escalated quickly.

Immediately, Beckman drops for the cover.





Fury: This is better than Roadhouse. Dick will admit that, right here and now.

LAR rolls toward the ropes, wincing as his broken arm is abruptly jarred once again. The referee leans down to check on him, but the challenger simply waves him off. Alex Beckman steps back toward the ropes, getting down into a stance and preparing to strike once more.

Williams: For the love of God, just give up LAR. Please.

Fury:  This is just a game for Beckman now, Jen. But it’s a stupid game, and LAR is NOT playing along.

Robertson uses his left arm to pull himself up on the ropes, slowly and arduously getting to his feet. He beckons for Beckman once again, a pained smile on his face as his eyes narrow at the competition.

Beckman doesn’t waste any time.

She charges forward at the challenger, letting out a war cry as she--

Williams: High impact DDT from LAR! Beckman is down!

Lamond wraps her head as she comes off the ropes, spiking her head into the canvas and rolling on top of her with a pin.

The referee slides into place.



Williams: Kick out at two!

Unable to properly hold the pin in place with a broken arm, Beckman kicks strong out at two, much to the disdain of the fains. Beckman slowly gets to her feet, Robertson rolls over and gets up as well, poised to attack. He charges at Beckman, but Alex steps up his chest and nails him with a shining triangle hold, grabbing his broken arm for good measure and using it in the choke!


Alex drops to the mat, locking in the triangle choke as the stunned fans scream for LAR to escape. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, his arm searing in pain as he struggles not to get choked out in the center of the ring. He has nowhere to go.


Michael just smiles as Alex keeps the hold locked on.

Williams: Lamond Robertson is refusing to quit!


Lamond is fading.

The harder he struggles to escape from the hold, the more energy that he consumes. The fans can only watch as the pain of a broken arm and the locked in chokehold have done their damage, and he has no choice but weakly tap out against Beckman’s shoulder.

The referee calls for the bell, and the arena is silent. Beckman releases the hold.

Announcer: The winner of this match by submission, and STILL UTA Prodigy Champion.... ALEX... BECKMAN!

Michael Best jumps into the ring, bringing the UTA Prodigy Championship over to his client and holding her arm high in the air. The referee is too busy checking on Lamond Alexander Robertson to do it himself.

Williams: This was a match for the ages. LAR is a hero and that was one of the damndest things that I’ve ever seen.

Fury: Dick is aroused, Jen. By pretty much all of this. GO BECKMAN! GO LAR! GO DICK FURY!

Alex takes the belt from her manager, jumping into the air and wrapping her legs around his midsection. She hugs him, hoisting the belt high in the air as he looks on, seemingly in shock at the sudden showing of affection. The crowd, for their part, doesn’t care-- they are all watching LAR as EMTs get into the ring from all sides. Immediately, they go to work on making sure that he’s alright.

Michael and Alex continue to celebrate in the ring as Monday Night Victory continues.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

I Don't Blame You


I Don't Blame You


We fade in and the boos start instantaneously. La Flama Blanca stands backstage in front of an expensive camera with “Rumor Man” Stan Davis. Davis is holding a microphone close to his chest. Marshall Owens stands behind his client. Blanca stands with his UTA World Championship and Tag Team Championship stacked on top of each other.

Davis: “Rumor Man” Stan standing here with the current UTA World Champion La Flama Blanca along with his attorney Marshall Owens.

Davis turns his body towards The Luchador.

Davis: LFB making his presence felt here tonight... Aiding Dynasty member CBR advance over Chris Hopper. 

La Flama Blanca: I had to do what I had to do to ensure Dynasty advancing. It was a pleasure to screw over Chris Hopper. 

Davis: LFB… you’ve been watching the show. You saw what happened to your opponent in the Main Event tonight. The apparent victim of a backstage attack… from an unknown assailant.  

Stan moves the microphone towards The Champion. LFB shakes his head in disbelief.

LFB: It’s a shame. I was really looking forward to beating Lew Smith at his best. I wouldn’t hold it against Lew Smith if he couldn’t compete tonight.

Owens has a smile on his face.

Davis: There are some rumblings that-

The Luchador quickly cuts off Stan Davis.

LFB: Let’s hold on a second. Before you go any further… You want to know if I had something to do with that don’t you? You want to know if La Flama Blanca had Smith attacked or if he was the one who did the deed. That… That’s profiling.

Marshall Owens nods in agreement with his clients opinion.

Davis: Profiling?

Blanca chuckles a little.

LFB: Just because I’m a liar, a cheater and a thief doesn’t mean I’m always up to no good. It’s unfortunate… it really is. I feel bad for Lew Smith. This was his shot… I don’t want to beat a guy that could have a concussion.

Blanca pauses for a second before continuing his thought. 

LFB: I don’t want to be responsible for anything that could happen in that ring,  if he’s in no shape to compete.

Davis: It’s just funny that he gets attacked on tonight of all nights… I’m just saying.

LFB: I don’t blame you. I really don’t. I’m used to it though. But how do we know he was even attacked? Cameras showed up late, Lew Smith could have slipped on a banana peel and crashed into a stack of chairs… He’s embarrassed and lied, claiming he was attacked.

Davis: Come-

The Champion interjects himself again.

LFB: This is proof he doesn’t want any part of La Flama Blanca. He purposely injures himself to get out of the beating he’s got coming to him. It wouldn’t shock me at all.

Davis rolls his eyes, unable to believe LFB’s twisted thinking.

LFB: Are you telling me that’s not a possibility?

Davis shrugs his shoulders.

Davis: I guess it could be…

The Champion grows tired of the accusations and the insinuations. He gets back on topic.

LFB: Stan… Tonight isn’t about Lew Smith. Tonight isn’t about him getting some stitches. Tonight is about La Flama Blanca. Tonight is about me defending… this. This is the UTA World Title. Look at it...

LFB slaps the face of his championship belt.

LFB: This is the most important thing in this business.

Owens rubs the face plate of the World Title as his client continues to speak.

LFB: Isn’t it gorgeous? If Lew Smith wants this… he can TRY to take it. I’ll be inside the ring tonight. I’ll be there with or without Lew Smith. Anything else?

Davis takes a step back.

LFB: Good… Marshall, let’s go.  I have a title to defend.

The Champion and his attorney leave Stan Davis staring off as the cameras come in closer to him.

La Flama Blanca vs. Lew Smith

The camera moves up to the top of the ramp.

Williams: We now get ready for our main event as Lew Smith prepares to challenge for the UTA World Championship!

Pyro follows the quick heavy bursts of notes during the intro of If You Want Peace, Prepare for War by Children of Boom..  Lights flicker along with the addition of fast guitar. Both pyro and lighting hit the last five notes before exploding with one final explosion of epic colors that fly across the runway and outward to the ring as the music progresses heavily on the word GO!.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UTA World Championship....

The house lights gently rise as a figure quickly paces towards the ring, pointing out to the crowd both ways before he begins down the ramp, holding his neck.

Announcer: Introducing first, from Brimley, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds, LEWWWW..... SMIIIIIITTTHHHHHHH!!!

The Ominous cloaked figure rolls under the bottom of the ropes and slides to the center to stand still during the verse, looking around scouting his fans, his critics, he removes the hood and unties the rope connecting the cape-like robe and chucks it out the ring.

Williams: Lew Smith was attacked earlier and by how slow he came out, you can tell he is still feeling the effects.

Clicking his neck, shoulders and fingers, he assumes a stance, ready to fight.

Williams: This is a match that has been brewing for weeks. These two finally meet here tonight!

Down by Yelawolf begins to play. The crowd starts to stir as they await La Flama Blanca. The booing starts almost immediately.

The song is in full swing and Blanca walks through the curtain with a probable big smile on his face. Flaunting his Dynasty apparel, his UTA Legacy and Tag Team Championship title belts stacked on his waist. He stops, putting his fist high into the air.

Williams: La Flama Blanca defending his World Championship for the first time tonight, hoping to break the curse of champions being unable to retain.

Fury: A dream he has chased for the last year, finally came true. No way he's letting it go without a fight.

He gets a nice round of boos as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He pauses for a few seconds seeing fans devilish faces hate his guts. He loves it.

Announcer: Hailing from Durango, Mexico...

Blanca walks down the ramp and gets major heat from the fans. He attempts to smack a fan but pulls himself back. He points his finger in the face of another fan.

Announcer: Standing at Five Feet-Eleven inches and weighing in at Two Hundred-Fifteen pounds...

When Blanca finally gets to the ring he jumps up to the ring apron in one leap. The fans continue to boo their former hero.

Announcer: He is a member of DYNASTY, he is one half of the UTA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, he is the current UTA WORLD CHAMPION... He is LAAAAA FLAAAAAMA BLANCAAAAA!

He hops over the top rope and bounces around the ring. The Luchador puts his arms in the air.

Fury: The champ is here!

Blanca walks from side to side in the ring looking into crowd of mouth breathers. Flama Blanca comes to a halt in his corner; La Flama Blanca wipes his feet clean as the fans continue to boo.

Williams: La Flama Blanca ignoring the fans booing.

He is not giving the fans any attention as he takes of his belts, handing them to the referee.

Williams: Lew Smith not 100% heading into maybe the most important match of his career.

Fury: The more Dick thinks about, he thinks Lew caused the injury himself. What better way to have an excuse for not winning, than be "injured."

Williams: That is ridiculous Dick.

Fury: Is it Jennifer... is it?

As the bell sounds, Lew slowly moves out of the corner, holding his head as he heads forward to meet La Flama Blanca in the middle of the ring. They both circle before locking up.

Williams: Here we go. Lew Smith and La Flama Blanca lock up in the middle of the ring. Blanca pulls Smith in with a side headlock.

Fury: La Flama Blanca is going to use the fact Lew Smith is injured here, and smartly at that.

LFB readjust and tightens his grip on Lew's head as Smith tries to struggle out.

Williams: Lew Smith with nowhere to go as the Champion keeps him stationary.

Lew grabs Blanca around the waist and begins to lift.

Williams: Lew Smith attempting to get La Flama Blanca off of his feet, but the luchador holds his ground.

LFB uses his bodyweight to shift, tossing Lew over his hip and to the canvas. Still holding his head, LFB now stands behind him, placing his knee into the back of Lew Smith.

Williams: Takedown by La Flama Blanca keeps him in control of this match as he tightens his hold on the neck and head area of the challenger.

Fury: You'll notice La Flama Blanca more calculated here in this match, slowing the pace down and keeping it there from the get go. This is a new La Flama Blanca, which you have to assume is throwing Lew Smith off.

Lew tries to pull LFB's arm from around his throat, but has trouble. he is finally able to grip his hands onto the champion's arm, and use it to pull as he plants his feet flat on the canvas and begins to push up. This causes La Flama Blanca to lose some of his grip, allowing Lew Smith to turn slightly and put a hard elbow into his mid section.

Williams: Elbow by Lew Smith, causing La Flama Blanca to let go of his hold. Smith takes off. Hits the ropes and on the return now... and right into a back body drop by the waiting champion.

Lew's back arches up as he hits the canvas. He lets out a yell of pain.

Williams: La Flama Blanca staying vigilant now as he brings a swift kick into the back of Lew Smith.

LFB runs past the still sitting Lew Smith, hitting the ropes.

Williams: The champion on the return... he leaps.. flies forward... both feet to the face of the challenger.

Fury: What a good looking double leg drop kick by the World Champion.

Williams: This match as been all La Flama Blanca folks.

Fury: He's the champion and he's showing why right here tonight.

La Flama Blanca rolls over and crawls forward, above Lew Smith. He wraps his arm around the neck of Lew's neck, yanking back before he rolls across the canvas.

Williams: Blanca rolling Lew Smith across the canvas like an alligator rolling it's prey.

Fury: Do they have Gators in Mexico?

Williams: You know... I actually don't know Dick.

LFB finally stops, but continues to hold Lew's head as he begins to push up.

Williams: The champion returning to his feet, Lew Smith in hand.

With Lew halfway up, LFB brings a couple of knees up into his midsection before dropping him to his knees.

Williams: La Flama Blanca with an aggression like we have never seen before.

Blanca places his hand on the back of Lew Smith's head, before dropping a knee directly to the back of his neck, sending him completely down to the canvas.

Williams: There is no way Lew Smith is going to be able to keep going for much longer.

Fury: He'll go until the champion is ready to pin him Jennifer! He is proving a point right now and sending a message to everyone in the back.

LFB runs back and hits the ropes. As he returns, he throws an arm up and drops down with an elbow into the lower back of Lew Smith. The fans boo.

Williams: The fans letting La Flama Blanca know what they think of him here tonight.

He stands back up and places his hands on his hips, looking down at Lew Smith who rolls over to his back. Blanca motions down toward Smith as if asking This is your hero?

He clinches his fist before coming forward and stomping the collarbone of Lew Smith, heading down and around, stomping Smith in a series around his body.

Williams: Vicious stomps by the champion, continuing to keep Lew Smith immobile.

Fury: He's just playing with him now.

LFB turns away from Lew, walking over to the nearby ropes. Holding onto the top, he looks out to the booing fans before waving them off and walking toward the turnbuckle.

Williams: La Flama Blanca now climbing that turnbuckle, looking to sly.

Fury: Lew Smith is down for the count. Blanca figures he'll do some flipity flop stuff and send the kiddies home happy. That is the sign of a true champion.

Williams: I highly doubt that is his intentions. They are more along the lines of doing as much damage as humanly possible.

Fury: Hey, that works too!

Blanca reaches the top, turning around to face Lew before slowly standing up, making sure to keep his balance.

Williams: As this match continues, I become more sure that it was in fact La Flama Blanca behind that dastardly attack on Lew Smith earlier this evening, making sure Lew would have no chances as we have seen her tonight.

The cameras in the crowd flash as La Flama Blanca prepares. Finally, he leaps up and off, turning int he air.

Williams: Ay Dios M- NO! Lew Smith able to get his knees up catching La Flama Blanca!!

The fans go crazy as Blanca hits the knees of Lew Smith, his body jerking up and over to the canvas.

Williams: Lew Smith using what energy he could to catch Blanca. This could be the chance he needs!

Fury: The chance he needs? This guy has nothing left in the tank Jennifer! That was a last minute effort to just and try to save himself a little bit of dignity.

As LFB rolls on the canvas, holding his stomach, Lew Smith rolls across the canvas to the ropes where he lays close to the edge of the ring, still unable to pull himself together.

Fury: Oh now look. Lew hiding out by the ropes. Yea, that'll make a good champion right there.

La Flama Blanca pushes up to his hands and knees, before coming up a bit more to one knee, still holding his midsection.

Williams: La Flama Blanca feeling the effects from the force in which he crashed into the knees of Lew Smith, but not out of this yet.

Fury: Not even close. Lew Smith hits one move the entire match and you make it sound like it's this huge comeback.

LFB pushes fully up to his feet, shooting a look over to Lew Smith who is still on the side of the ring.

Williams: The champion back on his feet. That took a bit out of him, but he is still in this.

Fury: Of course he is. He's the champion for a reason. One minor set back isn't going to end the match.

Blanca runs back, hitting the ropes.

Williams: Blanca off the ropes, now charging Lew Smith.

He drops down, sliding across the apron and kicking Lew Smith with force, to send him under the ropes and to the floor outside of the ring as the fans boo yet again.

Williams: Baseball slide by the champion, sending Lew Smith to the outside of the ring.

Fury: La Flama Blanca has shown just how dangerous he is outside of the ring. Just ask Sean Jackson after their epic battle at Black Horizon.

Blanca quickly rolls over and up to his feet. He holds the top rope as he looks down at Lew Smith.

Williams: La Flama Blanca making sure Smith is down...

He bends down while still holding the ropes. As he pushes off, he uses the ropes to send himself up and over the top. Spinning one time in the air as he comes down, La Flama Blanca throws his legs out and comes down hard across the chest of the challenger.

Williams: Double leg drop from inside the ring hits its mark!

Blanca holds underneath of his left leg as he rolls off of Lew, resting on the floor.

Fury: Those high flying, high risk moves are what got La Flama Blanca to the top of the mountain. That right there is why he is champion Jennifer.

La Flama Blanca, still holding and rubbing his leg, rolls over and begins to get to his feet. Inside the ring, the referee counts.

Williams: La Flama Blanca back up outside here as this match continues.

He limps over and grabs the top of the commentator's table, ripping it off before lifting the monitors, one at a time, and tossing them to the side.

Williams: La Flama Blanca clearing our table here as I'm sure he has something planned for Lew Smith.

Fury: Yea.. sending him to the hospital.

Once he finishes, Blanca limps toward the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and then immediately back out to restart the referee's count.

Williams: The champion ensuring he does not get counted out here.

Fury: Smart thinking by a smart man.

Blanca bends down, grabbing the head of Lew Smith, pulling him to his feet.

Williams: Lew Smith being pulled up by the champion.

Blanca walks him over to the table, spinning him around so he is back first before he reaches down and grabs Lew by the legs, lifting him up and onto the table. Jennifer and Dick stand up and get out of the way as Blanca climbs up on the table himself.

Williams: The champion lifting his opponent to his feet on top of our table.

Blanca slams Lew's head between his legs, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Williams: La Flama Blanca looks to be preparing to send Lew for a ride through the table here...

LFB begins to lift Lew up, his legs going vertical.

Williams: No. Instead, Blanca opting for a piledriver....

Lew begins kicking his feet.

Williams: Wait! lew Smith trying to get free...

He's able to get his feet back down. Lew yells in pain as he wraps his arms around La Flama Blanca's legs and lifts as he moves forward. LFB goes up and over Lew, coming down back first on top of the table which doesn't break. The fans let out a collective gasp as Lew falls forward and slides down the the side of the table to the floor.

Williams: Lew Smith reverses with a back body drop!

Fury: Yea, but the table didn't break. No give there at all. La Flama Blanca felt all of that!

Lew begins to slowly crawl across the floor toward the ring as the referee continues his count. La Flama Blanca lays, not moving on top of the table.

Williams: Lew Smith trying to beat the count back into the ring. If he makes it in time, he could score a win over the UTA World Champion here tonight!

Fury: Yea, but the title does not change hands by count out! It'd be a waste!

Lew reaches up, grabbing the apron and trying to pull himself up with it. Behind him, we see the ring side doctor and a couple of officials who have now ran down, checking on La Flama Blanca who is on the table, pointing at his neck.

Williams: La Flama Blanca may have hurt his neck here folks. Lets take a look at that back body drop again.

The screen splits out, showing in slow motion as La Flama Blanca comes down. We see his leg his the edge of the table hard as the back of his head slams into the table, whipping up and back down. We go back to the single shot.

Williams: Folks, this match may have just ended here.

Fury: The champion's career may have just ended!

Lew finally is up enough to roll halfway into the ring and back out to restart the count again. He drops to a knee outside as more people run down and toward the champion.

Williams: This could very well be a very bad situation here.

Fury: Dick doesn't know what he'll do if La Flama Blanca is hurt an can't finish!

Williams: Is he that good of a friend?

Fury: No! Dick has a hundo on him to pin Lew!

Williams: Of course you do.

The referee doesn't even both continuing to count as he exits the ring, rushing over to the crowd to check on La Flama Blanca himself. Lew Smith turns and stands up. He limps toward the ring, grabbing the second rope and using it to pull himself to the apron.

Williams: Yea, this one is over. There is no way we can continue.

Standing on the apron, Lew looks out to the fans and then down to the crowd of people around Blanca. He begins to walk across the apron until he gets to the turnbuckle, where he begins to climb.

Williams: Wait! Lew Smith is going up top!

Fury: Hey! Get down from there!

He slowly stands up, making sure to sustain balance. We see officials turning toward him and signaling for him not to do anything.

Williams: I think Lew Smith is looking to make a huge impact!

Fury: Dick thinks he is about to try and KILL the champion!

Lew points out to the crowd and then down to La Flama Blanca. They all go crazy which is enough to motivate him to proceed. Smith bends down slightly and leaps as high and as far out as he can, turning and flipping over as he flies down. Officials and medical staff jump out of the way as lew comes crashing down on top of La Flama Blanca, the table exploding beneath them and the fans chanting Holy Shit! Holy Shit!




The camera zooms in on them, neither moving other than each slightly twitching. The referee throws an X up with his arms as more run from the back. We see CBR and Sean Jackson burst through the curtain as well.

Williams: The rest of Dynasty now coming down as La Flama Blanca may seriously be hurt folks.

Fury: Lew Smith just killed the luchador. There's no other explanation.

We see Lew being helped up. He arches his back out as he limps even harder, being helped away from the mess by a referee.

Williams: Lew Smith able to stand, being escorted ut of the way so that La Flama Blanca can be attended to.

CBR and Jackson run around the ring, but are greeted by staff holding their hands up and yelling for them to get back. CBR runs his hands through his hair in frustration, yelling something we can not make out. Sean Jackson tries to get closer to Blanca, but is pushed back.

Williams: This is bad folks.

Fury: If he dies, Dick calls his mask. That will get premium coin on Ebay.

Williams: That is terrible Dick!

We switch to see Lew still struggling to walk as he is helped toward the ramp. Suddenly he stops, pulling away from the referee.

Williams: Wait.. what is Lew Smith doing?

Fury: This guy is crazy! Someone get him out of here!

Lew yells in pain as he runs back toward the ring, an obvious huge limp still there. He slides into it under the bottom rope before using the ropes to pull himself up.

Williams: Lew, even I have to say, the damage is done! Please! Don't do this!

Lew hypes himself up to get through the pain as he takes off. Approaching the ropes, he leaps through them as CBR and Jackson turn.


The fans go bonkers as Smith hits his mark.

Williams: Lew Smith wanting to make sure it is his night to shine!


Smith rolls over and begins to push himself up. Still limping, still holding his own neck as La Flama Blanca is began to be moved on a stretcher, his neck in a brace.

Williams: What is Lew Smith doing?!

Lew walks over, pulling people out of the way until he gets to the champion. Bringing a forearm down across the chest of La Flama Blanca, he follows up by grabbing his head and yanking him from the stretcher.

Williams: Lew Smith has not heard a bell! HE WANTS TO WIN THE TITLE!

The fans chant for Smith louder than we have ever heard them as he directs La Flama Blanca, who may or may not be conscious, to the ring, rolling him back in under the bottom rope.

Williams: My lord! Lew Smith IS really going to try and walk out champion here tonight!

Fury: Is this match even still going on?!

Williams: No bell Dick! It continues!

Lew rolls in after Blanca, turning him over as he pushes forward on his hands and knees.



The referee slides into the ring. The fans are on their feet as he quickly counts. His hand slams on the canvas with the force of God for the third time as the bell begins to sounds.


The fans almost look ready to riot with excitement.



Lew rolls over as the referee is passed the title through the ropes handing it down to him. he pulls it close to his chest, his eyes closed, his heart pounding. outside of the ring, Sean Jackson and CBR are coming to, realizing what has just happened.

Williams: Folks.. Lew Smith was hurt prior to this match... he then took the beating of a lifetime.. only to come back and overcome the odds to become the new World Champion here tonight!

La Flama Blanca rolls to the edge of the ring, holding his neck as Sean Jackson and CBR meet him, helping him out of the ring and to the floor.

Williams: La Flama Blanca now coming to, and refusing assistance from anyone but Dynasty. I am unsure if he is aware that he is no longer champion.

Fury: Dick's unsure if he is aware of anything after what just happened!

Sean Jackson threatens a doctor who tries to instruct La Flama Blanca to get back on the stretcher. The two begin to help their stable mate around the ring.

Williams: La Flama Blanca being helped out, able to walk... barely... on his own.

Inside the ring, Lew Smith uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He begins to climb the turnbuckle, standing on the second rope and holding the title high in the air with one hand as his other is held against his stomach. The fans are cheering Lew Smith! Lew Smith! Lew Smith!

Williams: Never did we think we would see anything like this happening here tonight. Tonight we have witnessed a miracle. Lew Smith is the new UTA World Champion and will face Marie Van Claudio for that title in two weeks!

Fury: This is Bizarro's world! Lew Smith as UTA Champion? Dick has seen it all!

Williams: Not since Madman Szalinski won the championship at the 2014 Black Horizon pay per view, have I seen the fans on their feet like this in support of the new champ-


Williams: Wait.. What's this?


The camera pans over to the stage and we see James Wingate stomping from the back and down the ramp. As he gets to Dynasty, he holds his hand up and motions for them to wait there before continuing to the ring. The fans begin booing.

Williams: The owner of the UTA, James Wingate out here now folks.

Fury: Maybe he's going to congratulate Lew?

Williams: I really doubt that.

Wingate pulls himself up to the apron and enters the ring where he meets Lew Smith in the middle of the ring. He reaches forward and grabs the title, yanking it away from him. The fans boo even louder. Without saying anything, he stomps back toward the ropes and exits the ring. lew Smith is in pure disbelief as he watches the boss start back up the ramp.

Williams: What is going on here?!

Fury: Isn't it obvious? Even Wingate knows Lew Smith being champion is a joke.

Williams: A joke? He EARNED that title!

Wingate meets Dynasty up the ramp, placing the title over La Flama Blanca's shoulder as he is still held up by Sean Jackson and CBR. He then turns and raises the microphone.

Wingate: Smith.. do you really think you are walking out of here as champion after that?

Williams: Of course he does! he won the title fair and square!

Wingate: This match was clearly over therefore that did not count!

Williams: Really? Making up the rules as he goes along!

Fury: He's the boss Jennifer! He can do that.

Wingate: As an executive order, I am awarding this match to La Flama Blanca who is STILL the UTA WORLD CHAMPION!

The fans begin to boo harder, trash begins to be thrown toward Dynasty and the boss. Lew can't believe what is happening and quite frankly neither can I!

Jackson and CBR pat La Flama Blanca on the chest, smiling. Blanca seems to be coming back to, realizing what has happened. He reaches up and grabs the neck brace, ripping it off and tossing it to the floor.

Wingate: Smith.. you want the World Championship? Then you need to earn it properly! At Ring King, you will be in the Ace in the Hole match! If you can defeat the other superstars, MAYBE then you will get your shot!

Williams: But he had his shot and he took it here tonight! This is disgusting!

Wingate: As for all of you...

James points out to the booing fans who still are throwing trash.

Wingate: You're no better than him! Screaming for La Flama Blanca's blood after it was clear he was hurt! Do you not have any decency?! You make me sick!

Williams: Sick? Sick is what you just did!

He turns to Dynasty and reaches his hand out. La Flama Blanca pulls his arm away from CBR and extends it, shaking the bosses arm. However, James does not let go. Instead he pulls Blanca in and raises the microphone close.

Wingate: There... it's done. This.... deal... is completed. What started with... him... well, I upheld my end of the bargain.

He lets go forcefully and continues to walk, slamming his shoulder into the champions as he passes Dynasty.

Williams: The rumored deal between Dynasty and James Wingate is over it seems. Was this the plan all along? If Lew Smith won tonight, would he still not walk out with the title?!

Fury: There was zero chance he'd ever walk out champion Jennifer! He's Le Smith!

Williams: What are you talking about? He won the match! He held the title!

Fury: Didn't you listen to the boss! He did not win!

Williams: I've seen some screwy endings in my life, but this takes the cake!

Fury: No, Bobby Dean took the cake.

Williams: Shut up Dick. This is no time to joke. Lew Smith has just been screwed and we are running out of time.

We pan in on Lew Smith who is hurt and angry before going to Dynasty, now on top of the stage, all three raising their arms high as La Flama Blanca lets the title drag down. The copyright comes up and we fade to black.

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