Victory XXXV

20 Jul 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 gentlemen to another exciting episode of Monday Night Victory. I'm Jennifer Williams and with me as always, none other than Dick Fury.

Fury: Everybody loves Dick!

Williams: That's debatable.

Fury: Actually, it isn't.

Williams: In either case fans we have a great night ahead of you here from the Wrestlezone! In the main event, Chris Hopper and Lew Smith will team up to face the World Champion, La Flama Blanca, and the newest member of Dynasty... Kendrix.

Fury: That will be exciting.

Williams: I figured even you might enjoy it.

Fury: Of course Dick will. Anytime Dynasty wins, Dick loves it.

Williams: I wouldn't count Lew Smith and Chris Hopper out so easily Dick. This match has a lot of heat on it, with both Chris Hopper and Lew Smith having scores to settle.

Fury: Speaking of scores to settle, The Pirate King is in action and looking to get a win back after losing to Samuel Owens.

Williams: Lisil Jackson is looking to also score his first singles win here in the UTA, it should be a great match.

Fury: Colton Thorpe and Jalante is after that.

Williams: Thorpe looking to continue to impress here in the UTA with the hopes of taking home a win over the Devil's Daughter.

Fury: Eye roller of the night.

Williams: Unfortunately, Samuel Owens is not here tonight. However, Cayle Murray will still be in action.

Fury: So the first of the Chicago Five show their true colors.

Williams: Absurd. Samuel Owens is injured Dick!

Fury: Injured. Scared. All the same.

Williams: Not at all! Ugh. After that match up, Amy Harrison will take on Hall of Fame alumni, Ron Hall, in intergender action!

Fury: She can do something other than spin a wheel? Dick's got to see this.

Williams: It's going to be a long night. Either way, this is Victory and the action starts now!

The Merchant of Venice by way of Orlando

The Merchant of Venice by Way of Orlando

If the WrestleZone has been known for one thing since Wrestle UTA took up residency some seven months ago, it was the fans. The tiny studio holds just over 1,400, but nearly every fan there was wearing the latest tees and whatnot, or were waiting in line at the merch table in the concourse.

The man standing at the front of the line wasn’t a fan. He was UTA Superstar Colton Thorpe, and he was about to make this university intern’s night a living Hell.

Thorpe: Hey, kid. Looks like you’re plenty busy tonight, so just hand over a Colt Thorpe shirt; I want to wear it for my entrance tonight.

For his response, the intern behind the table turned 180 degrees, pointing to every tee hanging on the display behind him.

Intern: Uhm, I am sorry, Sir, but we don’t have any of those.

Thorpe: What do you mean? This is the first show after the big product roll out, you’ve got to have a few CT tees. Check the boxes in the back.

The five foot seven, twenty year old  brought a hand up to the back of his neck.

Intern: No, I am sorry, sir. They--

Thorpe: Well, out with it, you’re wasting all of these people’s time.

Intern: They didn’t actually make any Colton Thorpe shirts.

Colt stammers in the face of this disappointing news.

Thorpe: I. Don’t. I mean.

Collecting himself, Colt turns back to the crowd that has formed behind him that are getting more than a little anxious.

Thorpe: Sorry to have wasted your time, folks. There isn’t a Colton Thorpe t-shirt for you to buy. You might as well just turn around and go back to your seats. I am sure that you don’t want to miss the Pirate in action.

All Thorpe manages to draw in response is a few eye rolls. Paying no mind to the audience, as per usual, Colt turns again to the reddening university sophomore.

Thorpe: That’s alright, kid. Can’t really say it is your fault. I know it’s a big moment meeting your favourite wrestler and that’s probably why you couldn’t just be direct about it. But we can still salvage this.

The Intern braces himself for what Colt is going to ask next.

Thorpe: Just give me an action figure. I know they made me an action figure. Hell, even Murray got a doll.

Intern: Wouldn’t that look a little awkward? Walking out to the ring with a doll of yourself?

Again, Colt goes into his thinking pose.

Thorpe: You know, you might be right.

Intern: Also, we don’t have any.

With arms crossed and toes a-tapping, Thorpe leans in, mean mugging the kid behind the table. After watching the kid squirm some, Colt again turns back to deliver the bad news to the dozens in line.

Thorpe: And they don’t have the Colt Thorpe action figure either! What a let down! Wait--

Thorpe stops himself because the crowd has drifted away from him. He, and our camera, look around for where they’ve gone. Twenty feet further down, Sanctus is standing beside a stack of boxes and pulling out a Zhalia Fears t-shirt to give to the tween girl at the front of the new line.

Sanctus: There you are, Miss. Enjoy the show. Who’s next?

Colt Thorpe reaches over the table to wrap an arm around the Intern.

Thorpe: What is Whitey doing?

Intern: Some giveaway. Two-hundred fans get a free t-shirt and a photo-op with him.

Thorpe: Figures that he’d have to be giving away stuff to draw any sort of crowd.

Pulling away from the uncomfortable grip Thorpe had, the Intern looks down to the walkie-talkie poking out of his pocket.

Intern: Are you gonna, you know?

And the question breaks Colt’s death-stare. He unclenches the fist he’d balled up and just smiles at the intrepid Intern.

Thorpe: No need to beat him up, again. I have something else in mind. You want to give me one of those Sanctus shirts over there?

Intern: Sure. That’d be twenty bucks.

Thorpe: Just give me one of the two-hundred freebies.

The Intern has the tee clutched in his hand, slowly moving his arm forward, unsure if he can comply with the request. Acting out of impatience, Colt snatches the tee out of his hand before walking off in a huff.

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Brought to You By



We cut back to the promo area backstage, standing there with his treetrunk sized arms crossed across his massive chest is the Bombastic Bronson Box. He’s dressed in his usual street clothes, a finely tailored three piece suit of dark brown and grey. The Scottish Strongman glares over his mustache, his curled lip causing the distinctive facial hair to twitch ever so slightly.

Boxer: So, whilst some of my colleagues were shufflin’ about in blindfolds and playin’ kiddie games ol’ Bronson was stealin’ the show inside a steel cage... I won the day, lads.

The Wargod stops and glares back at the camera, rolling his words around on his tongue.

Boxer: I hope that concept isn’t lost on you people. Ye’ see, I’m the kind of villain that’d rather swallow a hard fought loss fer’ nothin’ then prance about in some bloody dance competition and win the damned “World” title… title belts around this bloody place obviously mean as much as the person wearin’ the damn thing.

He scoffs with a shrug of his shoulders.

Boxer: An’ between the masked moron, the terrorist and the bloody WOMAN it’s a sad lot of “champions” indeed. Oh… but then there’s you John. The man who greeted me at the door, so to speak, when I signed here with the UTA. Quite the little run you’re on, boy’o… and you couldn't have written a better script, could ye’? The way you poked and prodded me on bloody Twitter like a thirteen year old girl when I first showed my face, almost like you saaaaaw somethin’ in me… and here we are.

Bronson shrugs again, this time with feigned disappointment.

Boxer: Not for you precious Legacy title though, shame… I’ve known one of these belts lying around here would find its way around my waist eventually. Make somethin’ out of nothin’ much like our dear Ms. Beckman has managed with that piece of UTA stamped tin she’s been luggin’ around. A pretty piece of tin, that. Maybe I’ll take IT...

The Scottish Strongman narrows his eyes with a grin and leans towards the camera.

Boxer: Have you people not pieced this together yet? I ‘aint here for gold and glory… I’m here to create a LEGACY I don’t have te’ share with the pitiful likes of you. I’m here to build my own bloody wing in the UTA hall of fame. If some blasted BELTS get caught in the foundation of bone and sinew, so Be. It.

Leaning in further. All we can see is muscle, shoulder, mustache and brown and grey pinstripes filling the frame.

Boxer: John Sektor… Alex Beckman… just cogs in the Machine, though ‘aint’cha? Maybe I should be talkin’ te’ the braaaaains of the operation, eh? The beady little head of this snake... I’ve been itchin’ te’ meet Mr. “so-called” BEST fer’ some time now…

The Legacy champion’s voice actually manages to give The Wargod a start.

Sektor: I think I could probably arrange that if you ask nice. But ya’ see, I’m sort of the type that likes to do a lot of my own talking so we can totally cut out the middleman…

The Gold Standard saunters into the frame, Legacy title glistening under the lights over his shoulder whilst he steps a toe into Boxer’s personal space… and more importantly, stepping on his camera time.

Sektor: … and you can say whateeeeeeever you want right to my pretty face, whatcha’ say... LITTLE man.

The Legacy champ raises his eyebrows and looks down at the stocky Scotsman. Bronson fumes… but somehow manages to reign it in, his bloodshot brown eyes staring daggers into the tan tattooed Miami native and Legacy title toting member of Mike Best’s Machine. He looks Sektor up and down decisively.

Boxer: Another rat still soakin’ wet after jumpin’ ship… how many of you lot are there, exactly? UTA seems to consist mostly of top flight talent lookin’ te’ expand their horizons and a bunch shite talkin’ bridge burnin’ HAS BEENS…  

The two men bow up to one another, neither superstar giving an inch. Sektor's face softens a fraction, a cool smirk creeping it's way back onto his smarmy mug.

Sektor: You know, Boxer, I've imagined this moment for quite some time. Standing here face to face with you, trying to think of what I would say to a man whom I have admired from afar for so so long..

Boxer's brow remains tight, unsure on how to take Sektor’s comment. The Legacy champion sighs and drops his shoulders with disappointment.

Sektor: Gotta say, man, it's feeling a little anti-climatic… I'm supposed to be scared of you, aren't I?

Sektor continues to frown with confusion, cocking his head to the side. Looking the stout Scotsman up and down with derision.

Sektor: You’re supposed to be the terrifying sociopath, the mighty Bronson Box, is that right? The man, who leaves a path of de-STRUCTION, wherever he plants his spats. The man who seems to enjoy getting punked out like a middle schooler on Twitter by The Gold Standard

Sektor let's out a cackle of laughter as he watches Box continues to seethe silently, his arms still crossed in frustration in front of his lapels.

Sektor: Come on, Bronson! Put the fear of God in me! Show me that all the HYPE wasn’t a bunch of hot air...

Box curls his lip and puffs out his chest, clearly feeling Sektor burrowing further and further under his skin. He’s obviously done this before. He knows aaaaall the right buttons to push.

Boxer: Diggin’ yer’ own GRAVE here, boy’o…

Sektor smiles maniacally, showing his teeth as he enjoys the image Bronson is painting for him.

Sektor: Thaaats it! That's more like it. Just like on TV!

Sektor laughs a sarcastic chortle whilst Boxers chest heaves in and out. Teeth clenched, red in the face. John’s smile wains, his eyes narrow slightly. The Legacy champion leeeeeeans in close.

Sektor: Just remember one thing. You can do all the scowlin’ and screamin’ that you’re little heart desires before our match at Wrestleshow... but this ain't Dane's crack den down in New AH-leans, Wargod. This is my world. And brother? You’re just LIVIN’ in it…  

Sektor’s smile returning in full force a moment after the threat. Bronson’s wild bloodshot eyes narrow menacingly.

Sektor: See you next week, chief.

The Gold Standard gives Box a patronising slap on the shoulder before turning on his heels and heading back in the direction whence he came. The Wargod’s look of pure seething hatred starts to look more like a look of… excitement? Eagerness?

Boxer: Just keep diggin’ that grave, lad. Niiiiice and deep.

We cut back to the commendation station.

Lisil Jackson vs Blackbeard

As we return to the ring, The Pirate King from The Pirates of Penzance is already playing as Blackbeard stands in the ring, his arm in the air. The music begins to fade.

Williams: Blackbeard taking on Lisil Jackson tonight, looking to hopefully get back on track after a few matches that didn't go so well.

Better Must Come by Geego begins to play over the loud speakers and Lisil Jackson walks out with a bold smile on his face raising his arms up bobbing his head to the music.

Williams: Lisil Jackson looking to make his singles debut tonight and hoping to pick up a win after his debut loss in a triple threat just two weeks ago.

Fury: He's got a huge obstacle ahead of him.

Lisil walks down the ramp slapping the hands of many fans as he does.

Announcer: Hailing from Kingston Jamaica.

Getting to and/or entering ring portion goes here.

Announcer: Standing at six feet and three inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifty three pounds...

Lisil slides into the ring and gets on the top rope and points out to all of the fans before he slides off his sunglasses.

Announcer: He is the Jamaican Inspiration! Lisil Jackson!

Lisil slides off his Hawaiian Shirt, gold chain, and his fedora setting them down on the ring apron.

Williams: Not very many men are bigger than Blackbeard, but Lisil Jackson has a few inches on him.

Lisil throws a few punches in the air with a bold smile ready for the match.

Fury: Should be an interesting match up.

Lisil smiles big, clapping as the bell sounds.

Williams: Here we go, singles action here. Quick lock up by Jackson and Blackbeard.

Lisil takes control pushing Blackbeard back into the ropes.

Williams: Lisil with a whi- NO! Reversal. Blackbeard sends Jackson across the ring. Off of the ropes...

Jackson comes in with full force, leaping with a quick knee into the gut of Blackbeard, grabbing the back of his head as he does. He brings another knee up. Still holding Blackbeard's head, Lisil falls back to the canvas, throwing his knees into Blackbeard's midsection, and pushing him up and over. The Pirate Kind hits the canvas back first hard as the fans cheer.

Williams: Wow! Lisil showing those Muay Thai skills of his with multiple knees into a toss.

Fury: Lendsail...

Williams: Lisil.

Fury: Yea, Loosail...

Williams: Lisil.

Fury: Come on!

Dick sighs.

Fury: Black Guy Jackson showing how skilled he really is here early on.

Williams: That is offensive!

Fury: His skills aren't offensive at all! They are actually good.

Williams: You are so incredibly dense.

Fury: Comes with the thickness.

Lisil pushes to his feet as Blackbeard rolls over and gets to his hands and knees. He runs forward, dropping down with a knee into the side of Blackbeard.

Williams: Lisil Jackson bringing another knee down into the side of Blackbeard.

Blackbeard grabs his side and rolls over as Jackson rolls over and rises up, grabbing Blackbeard's arm and pulling it up with him.

Williams: Lisil holding Blackbeard's arm up.

He slides over above Blackbeard, yanks back on his arm as he drops down, one leg covering Blackbeard's throat.As he yanks back, Blackbeard arches up, letting out a yell of pain, allowing Lisil to lock the move in even better using Blackbeard's own leverage against him.

Williams: Wow, what an interesting variation on an arm bar by Lisil Jackson.

Fury: Yea, but he's too close to the ropes. You have to pull your opponent to the middle of the ring.

As Dick points out the obvious logic, Blackbeard is able to throw his left leg over the bottom rope, breaking the hold. Lisil lets go almost immediately, rolling over and pushing to his feet, the fans cheering for him as Blackbeard lays ont he canvas, still in pain.

Williams: Lisil Jackson keeping full control of this match so far, keeping Blackbeard down like we have never seen before.

As Blackbeard begins to push up to his feet, Lisil grabs him, assisting him to his feet.

Williams: Jackson whips Black- NO! Reversal. Lisil Jackson sent into the ropes.

Fury: Cause this worked out so well last time for Blackbeard.

As Lisil Jackson returns, he slides underneath the legs of Blackbeard.

Williams: Jackson slides.

He gets up as Blackbeard turns around.

Blackfont: Jackson leaps, grabbing the head of Blackbeard.

Lisil Jackson attempts to fall back for a DDT, but Blackbeard just shoves him off and down to the canvas. Blackbeard snarls at Jackson as the fans boo.

Williams: DDT attempt doesn't pay off. Blackbeard possibly finding his opening here.

Fury: Yea, but how much damage has Black Guy Jackson already done Jennifer? Can Blackbeard actually make a come back.

Fury: You disgust me.


Williams: Ugh. Blackbeard now stomping away at Jackson.

He bends down and grabs Lisil Jackson, pulling him violently to his feet.

Williams: Blackbeard directing Jackson to the corner now. He sends his head into that top turnbuckle with force.

As Lisil Jackson's head bounces off of the top turnbuckle, Blackbeard turns him around, propping him up in the corner.

Williams: The Pirate King now holding onto the top ropes while placing his foot into the throat of Lisil Jackson.

The referee starts counting as Blackbeard chokes Lisil.

Fury: Blackbeard paying Jackson back now.

Williams: Blackbeard releases at the count of four. He reels back... hard knife edge chop to the chest of Lisil Jackson.

Fury: They heard that chop all the way down in Davey Jones locker!

Williams: Blackbeard now using that foot across the throat of Lisil Jackson to choke him again.

Fury: He's got a count of five. Every four seconds, let go, and do it again. You're not breaking any rules then.

Williams: YES YOU ARE!

Fury: Dick's never been DQ'd for using his head like that.

Williams: Blackbeard releases the choke again. Another huge knife edge chop.

Blackbeard grabs the left arm of Lisil Jackson and pushes him hard into the corner before yanking back.

Williams: Irish whip across the ring, Blackbeard follows Jackson.

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

Williams: Lisil Jackson with a kick into the face of Blackbeard!

The fans cheer as Blackbeard hits the canvas. Lisil Jackson lays face down on the mat himself, breathing heavily.

Williams: Lisil Jackson keeping Blackbeard's offense at a minimum.

Fury: Dick's gotta say... Black Gu-

Williams: DAMN IT DICK!

Fury: WHAT?!

Williams: It is LI-SIL. LISIL!

Fury: Lysol. Got it.

Williams: You make me just so mad some times.

Blackbeard shakes off the kick as he gets to his feet. Lisil Jackson uses the ropes to pull himself up as well.

Williams: The Pirate King rushes Lisil Jackson.

Jackson sees him and in the last moment bends down and lifts Blackbeard up and over the top rope. However, he fails to realize that Blackbeard was able to grab the top rope and land on the apron, catching his balance.

Williams: Lisil Jackson thinks he has tossed Blackbeard out of the ring.

Lisil Jackson turns as Blackbeard climbs back into the ring and rushes forward with an arm extended.

Williams: Clothesline by Blackbeard!

Lisil Jackson just stares upwards, breathing heavy as Blackbeard rolls over covering him. The referee drops and begins his count.

Williams: Jackson able to somehow kick out at two.

Fury: Jackson wont be held down by the man. Simple as that.

Williams: Blackbeard getting up, Lisil Jackson in hand.

Fury: You've got to think that right now The Pirate King is not happy and Lisil Jackson is going to feel that here.

Williams: Blackbeard whips Lisil Jackson into the corner again. He runs... leaps.. Lisil Jackson MOVES! Lisil Jackson MOVES!

Blackbeard crashes shoulder first, hard into the corner post. As he steps back, holding his shoulder in pain, Lisil Jackson holds onto the tope rope, using it to keep himself up as he walks toward the center of the ring.

Williams: Blackbeard could be hurt, the referee checking on him.

Fury: He needs to be paying attention to Lisil Jackson. What is he doing?

Williams: I'm unsure Dick.

Lisil pushes his back into the ropes and uses them to launch himself off. Right as he reaches Blackbeard, he stops just for a split second, and leaps up, twisting backwards and landing across the chest of his opponent.

Williams: Running shooting star press!

The crowd goes crazy.

Fury: How can a guy his size be so agile?

Lisil leaps up and runs forward toward the ropes. He grabs the top ropes and yanks them with excitement as the fans continue to get loud.

Williams: Lisil Jackson has hit a second wind here.

Fury: He's turned up!

Behind him, Blackbeard begins to get up. Lisil turns, sees him, and runs. He grabs Blackbeard's neck, and leaps, turning in air.

Williams: Swinging neck breaker by Lisil Jackson.

The fans yell and cheer as Lisil, quickly gets back up.

Williams: Jackson runs to the ropes, he leaps to the middle and back..

Blackbeard pushes up, raising up as Lisil comes down.


Blackbeard's arms fly out to the side and he falls straight back to the canvas

Fury: He hit his mark!

Lisil quickly drops down, throwing his arms under Blackbeard's legs and holds them up and he covers. The referee drops and begins his count.

Williams: Lisil going for the cover.

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

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall...... LISIL... JAACCCKKKSSOONNN!!!

Williams: Big win tonight Lisil Jackson in his first singles match here in the UTA.

Fury: Black Guy Jackson did good. Defeating Blackbeard is no easy task, but he pulled it off.

Williams: It is just incredible how insensitive you can be Dick.

Fury: That's how you last longer.

Williams: Ugh. You're disgusting.

Lisil dances in the ring, a smile on his face as the fans cheer.

Stand for Something

Stand for Something

Williams: Folks, we’re already off to a flying straight here on Victory, and I’m just getting word that Jamie Sawyers is waiting backstage with our newest signing: Cayle Murray.

Fury: Oh, great…

Sure enough, when the camera cuts backstage it’s to Jamie Sawyers stood before a typical UTA backdrop, microphone in-hand.

Sawyers: Thanks guys. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined at this time by a man who marked his UTA debut with a victory over Lisil Jackson and Colton Thorpe a fortnight ago… Cayle Murray.

The Scotsman steps into the scene on-cue, already dressed in his ring attire. His hair’s combed back, his chin’s unshaved, there’s a glint in his eye and a smile on his face.

Sawyers: Thanks for joining me, Mr. Murray, and first of all, allow me to officially welcome you to the UTA!

Murray: Pleasure’s all mine, sir.

Sawyer: We saw you make your UTA debut on our lastbroadcast, but many fans are curious as to what actually brings you here. Why the UTA, Cayle?

Murray: Money, fame, glory. Nothing else. If you wanna be the biggest star you’ve gotta perform on the biggest stage, right?

Cayle winks, but he’s unable to maintain the act for too long.

Murray: Nah, just kidding. I like those things, they’re nice, but they’re not the reason I get out of bed in the morning. Truth is, I’ve been my own boss for about five years, and it’s been great. I wrestled where I wanted, when I wanted, and for who I wanted. I made Japan my base but often set-out for Europe and this continent’s smaller stages, and life was good. The mainstream’s been knocking at my door for a couple of years, but I had that old punk rock mentality, y’know? “Don’t sell out, don’t work for the man, control your own destiny…”

He pauses to switch gears.

Murray: As fun as that is, it’s entirely selfish. My career belongs to more than just me, see: it belongs to every single person who paid to be here tonight, and everybody watching at home. It’s about my family, my friends, my co-workers, and guys like you, Mr. Sawyers. “Cayle Murray” doesn’t exist without this framework of support, and I owe it to every single link in that chain to be the absolute best competitor I can be, and what better place for that than the most competitive promotion on Earth?

Sawyers: “Competitive” is certainly the right word. You join the UTA at a time when the company is awash with new talent: some, like Alex Beckman and Ty Walker, are already among the fed’s brightest lights, while others, like yourself are still getting a foot in the door. How do you see yourself fitting-in?

Murray: I don’t.

Cayle shakes his head dismissively.

Murray: I don’t want to blend-in and toe the line – I want to leave my own mark. There are a lot of good people here, but not many willing to make a stand. We saw it just a few weeks ago, man: Lew Smith got screwed out of the biggest win of his career, and he reacted with a shrug and an “awww shucks.” With that level of passivity, it’s no wonder this place is governed by crooks and ruled by egos. We can’t allow that to continue, man: somebody has to stand-up to the Big Bad Wolf…

Sawyers: … and you are that “somebody”?

Murray: Right. I’m no white knight, but I love this sport too much to let depravity run wild over it. For every Zhalia Fears or Second Coming, the UTA has half-a-dozen Sean Jacksons and Alex Beckmans. The UTA’s future lies in the hands of those who take everything from this sport and give nothing back. I’m telling you that all Dynasties die, all Machines become obsolete, and Danger doesn’t exist in absence of fear.

Even as the conviction in Cayle’s accent-tinged words grow, Jamie Sawyers doesn’t even flinch. Always the consummate professional.

Sawyers: Those are some of the biggest names in the UTA; are you worried about putting a target on your back so early in your tenure here?

Murray: I’ve had a target on my back all my life, Mr. Sawyers. I fight to be who I am every single day I draw breath, and even if I fail, I will stand by my code of ethics in the UTA. The fans – the people who make this whole thing possible – have been trampled on for far too long: I think it’s about time we tipped the balance.

A hearty pop goes out inside the arena, loud enough to reverberate through the walls and trickle through to Cayle and Jamie.

Sawyers: If your troubles with Colton Thorpe are anything to go by, it seems you’ve started as your mean to go on. We’ll see you in-action for a second time tonight – are you worried about Thorpe’s possible interference?

Murray: I think that if you wrestle with something like that on your mind, you’ve lost before the bell’s even rung.

Cayle shakes his head.

Murray: I chased him off last week because I refuse to stand and watch temerity run wild and unchecked. If La Flama Blanca himself had mouthed-off to me backstage, I’d have done the exact same thing. Maybe he will show-up when I’m wrestling, but I’ve a little more faith than that, and I’d like to think he’s learned from what happened last week.

Sawyers: Finally, Cayle, with the Prodigy Title seemingly tied-up with Ring King participants for the foreseeable future, what are your early targets and goals in the UTA?

Murray: The Prodigy Title is comfortably one of the most prestigious belts in the sport. Beckman’s smashed everyone she’s faced, and it’s not like she’s defending it against slouches – I think the fact that a fighter of Ty Walker’s distinction last competed for it speaks volumes of its prestige. I’d love to contest it someday, but look elsewhere: Bronson Box, Rhys Townsend… these men have barely been here for a cup of coffee, but their legacies are legendary. The UTA is a murderer’s row from top to bottom: my early target is survival in the shark tank.

Sawyers: Cayle Murray, thank you very much.

The scene cuts with Murray and Sawyers exchanging pleasantries.

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The scene turns to backstage where Lisil Jackson is walking down a hallway with his Hawaiian shirt slung over his shoulder and wearing his trademark fedora. Jamie Sawyers steps into the picture with a microphone. 

Sawyers: Lisil! Quick word! 

Jackson smiles seeing Sawyers. 

L. Jackson: Eyyy mon! I was bout ta go get me a pineapple ta celebrate! 

Sawyers lets out a small chuckle before he raises up his microphone

Sawyers: I am here with Lisil Jackson and Lisil that was a great performance against The Pirate King Blackbeard... 

Lisil Jackson nods his head gently grabbing the microphone. 

L. Jackson: It's like what I said goin inta dis match! I was goin ta sink dat ship and dat is what happened! 

Sawyers lets out a small laugh before proceeding to ask the next question. 

Sawyers: So Lisil... What exactly is your goal here in the UTA? 

Lisil Jackson smiles from ear to ear. 

L. Jackson: Brudda I am glad ya asked dat question cuz I have somethin dat needs announced! 

Sawyers: Oh really? Then go ahead Lisil! 

Lisil Jackson pulls the microphone out of Sawyers' hands. 

L. Jackson: Ma bruddas! Open ya ears fo dese are da words of Lisil Jackson! All ma Jamaica friends stand up! Fo dis is a glorious day! Ya see I have finally opened up dee charity I've been wantin ta fo years now! 

Jamie Sawyers raises an eyebrow. 

Sawyers: Charity? 

L. Jackson: Oh yes ma brudda! Dis is dee Betta Must Come Charity! Dis charity is ta bring betta ta dee island of Jamaica! Betta housin! Betta education fo our children! And ova all a betta tomorrow! We are workin on gettin a website runnin and plan on doins everal charity events...

Sawyers: Wow Lisil... That is quite a heartwarming tale you are emabrking on. 

Lisil nods his head enthusiastically. 

L. Jackson: I told ma bruddas back at home dat I was goin to be an Inspiration and I plan on keepin dat promise! Dis is only da beginnin and it can not be done alone! Everone take a look inside ya soul! Donate to dee cause! I don't care if it's 50 cents, a dolla, or whateva! Just tink about it... Instead of goin to dat bar ta get anotta beer ya can spend dat money on a worthy cause! 

Lisil suddenly drops the microphone and spreads his arms almost in an angelic position. 

L. Jackson: In Dee Arms of an angel.... Fly Away from ere.... From dis dark cold hotel room... And dee endless dat ya fear! Ya are pulled from dee wreckage of ya silent reverie... Ya in dee arms of an angel... May ya find some comfort here!!!

Lisil looks back at the camera with a smile tipping his fedora after he finishes the song verses. 

L. Jackson: Today is one day but tomorrow is anotha! Betta must come and betta will come! 

And with those last words said Lisil Jackson throws the microphone up where Jamie Sawyers catches it. 

Sawyers: Well you heard th eman that's the Better Must Come charity.... Donate now I guess!

Colton Thorpe vs Jalante

Monster by Skillet begins to play over the arenas sound system as the UTA fans immediately begin with the boos and jeers. 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.

Fury: This man has been on quite the roll since his debut a little over his month ago.

Williams: If you include attacking people from behind, then yes, he's been on quite a roll.

 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. What a few weeks ago was near silence for the newcomer has quickly evolved into a healthy hate from the fans in attendance. He climbs up the onto the apron, taking off his jacket before tossing it onto the floor outside the ring.


Williams: Coming of a hard fought loss last Victory to Cayle Murray, Thorpe is looking to get back on track with a win here tonight.

Fury: Don't you listen Jennifer, Colt didn't lose. He told us so, remember?

Williams: Just because you don't get pinned or submitted in a triple threat doesn't mean you didn't lose.

Fury: Dick disagrees.

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.

The arena lights suddenly shut off. Four blood red spotlights shine down onto the rampway as All Hail Hell by Midnight blares through the arena. A burst of flame shoots up from a small opening at the base of the entrance. As the flame extinguishes downward, the self professed daughter of Satan, Jalante, rises in the flames place.

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman hailing from Maplewood, New Jersey.....

Jalante steps from her pit, beginning her descent down the rampway. The arena lights slowly turn back on to a dim setting, a spotlight shone on her as she progresses towards the ring. Jalante shares a few nasty expression with the audience, which elicits a response from them.

Williams: As well, Jalante is looking to not only looking avenge a loss from last Victory, but get into the W column for the first time in her UTA career.

Fury: Much like last time we saw her, her entire career has been one of taking it off the chin.

Announcer: Weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds! The Daughter of Satan......JALANTE!

As Jalante slides into the ring, she grabs the pentagram necklace that hangs around her neck, lifting it high up into the air, screaming out at the top of her lungs. She then rests the pentagram in the corner, turning her cold gaze to Colton Thorpe.


Fury: Dick thinks Jalante has no chance in this one.

Williams: Anything can happen on any given show, Dick.

Colt and Jalante circle around the ring, eyes locked. Her stare is as cold as ice, his smirk exuding confidence bordering cockiness. The first to step forward is Jalante, taking one initial step forward before dropping to her knees.

Fury: Not this again...

Looking upwards, Jalante begins to shout out, what exactly she is saying, nobody knows. Colt looks at the ref in confusion, who has an equally confusing expression. She slowly rises from her knees, Colt going from a stand still into a sprint.

Williams: What a vicious cross body block!

Fury: She really needs to stop summoning whatever she does, this always happens...

Williams: Did you see how hard her body slammed into the mat?

Fury: Dick is not surprised how quickly she is on her back...

The CLAP of their bodies colliding echoes throughout the arena followed by a collective “OOHHH”. Colt gets back to his feet, looking down at the grounded Jalante, before arrogantly putting his foot on her chest. The referee drops down.


Williams: Jalante with the shoulder up on Thorpe's weak pinfall attempt.

Colt lets out a little chuckle as Jalante rolls about on the mat. Reaching down, he gets a handful of hair, pulling her slightly up from the mat. Colt is saying something to her which can't be heard, as the referee barks instructions to let go of the hair. As Colt turns to have words with the ref, Jalante quickly grasps at his head, rolling back into a small package.


Williams: Colt narrowly avoids defeat with the last second kickout.

Fury: Jalante had a big handful of something for leverage there.

Springing up after the kickout, Colt pops back up to his feet only to be met with a dropkick that lands squarely on the jawline.

Williams: Out of nowhere with the dropkick!

Fury: Maybe she's tired of being the one taking it off the chin?

Stunned, Colt staggers backwards into the ropes. His momentum rebounds him forward only to be met with the heel of Jalante's leather boot crushing into the bridge of his nose. As quickly as Colt's back hits the mat, Jalante is on top of him for the pin attempt.


Williams: That is two near falls for Jalante on Thorpe!

Fury: He is just giving her a fair shot. After all, he is a woman’s right activist don’t you know.

William: Sure he is, Dick.

Jalante is quick to her feet after Colt gets his shoulders up, snarling like a beast. She senses she has Colt reeling, having caught him off guard with an early offensive attack. As he stumbles to his feet, she launches forward into...

Fury: Spinebuster!

Williams: Thorpe hit that move out of nowhere!

Colt gets up, not attempting the pinfall. He paces the ring as the fans boos have gotten much louder, their chants and insults all varying, causing them all to merge into one jumbled noise. Pointing his right hand forward into a hand pistol, he pops his thumb before taking off into the ropes.

Fury: Colt Magnum!

Williams: He missed!

As Colt drops forward with his elbow aiming for Jalante's face, she rolls out of the way, sending him baseball sliding on the mat. Colt springs back up as she turns around on one knee and...

Williams: Thorpedo!

Jalante seeing the kick coming attempts to duck out of the way, but takes it right off the forehead, sending her head snapping backwards.

Williams: Jalante attempted to get out of the way but still took it off the face.

Fury: Probably not the first time someone misfired on her face.

Williams: Dick!

The cobwebs knocked loose, Jalante clearly took a heavy blow with that kick. As she tries to sit up, Colt is already rebounding off the ropes.

Fury: Colt Magnum!

Williams: What a vicious elbow!

The impact of the elbow sends another CLAP echoing throughout the arena. The impact of her head slamming back into the mat is as equally devastating as the elbow across the chin. Rolling over into a pinfall, Colt pushes his forearm across her jawline as the ref drops down.



Fury: What a one sided victory for Colt.

Williams: It wasn't that one sided Dick, Jalante put forth a great effort.

Monster by Skillet begins to play over the arena sound system. Standing up now, the referee attempts to grab Colt's hand to raise it, only for him to pull his arm away to raise it himself. The fans boos have reached their loudest at this point, the UTA universes dislike for the brash superstar having grown at a rapid rate.

Announcer: And your winner via pinfall.....COLTON THORPE!

Fury: Dick thinks this man has a bright future.

Williams: I won't dispute his talent but he has done himself no favours thus far with the fans or the superstars in the back.

As his music continues to play, Jalante has begun to move around. Walking towards her, Colt begins pushing her with his foot towards the edge of the ring Grabbing onto the top rope with both hands, he gives a hefty shove/kick into her side sending her spilling outside.

Williams: Like that nonsense right there, completely disrespectful.

Fury: As disrespectful as selling ones soul to Satan?

Williams: Shut up Dick.

Fury: Dick's just saying.

Leaning over the ropes, Colt looks down at the woman he just defeated with a smile on his face. Now in the ring by himself, he raises both arms victoriously one more time to another chorus of boos.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By


Stand Down

Stand Down

As we return from commercial break, the scene cuts to the backstage area. Standing in front of the gold and white backdrop is none other than UTA Senior Interviewer Jamie Sawyers. Jamie looks poised, microphone in hand, staring directly at the camera waiting on his cue.  

Jamie Sawyers: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. I’m Jamie Sawyers once again and joining me at this time is UTA Superstar Mikey Unlikely.

The fans can be heard booing, despite the scene being backstage.

Mikey walks on, wearing a very nice white button up shirt, undone at the collar. His blue blazer hangs loosely, over the pressed dark blue jeans. Mikey looks at Jamie, and then at the camera before smirking.

Sawyers: Mikey thank you for join….

Mikey cuts off Jamie with a hand.

Mikey Unlikely: Stop!

He jerks his hand back and closes his eyes, he smiles wide and slowly opens them.

Unlikely: Jamie Sawyers, I want you to take a look in the mirror.

Sawyers gets a confused look on his face, and turns each direction, looking off screen, presumably for a mirror. Mikey’s head follows his as he glances away. Finally back to the camera.

Sawyers: Well, I don’t see a mir….

Mikey stares at Jamie, his shoulders drop, as his jaw drops wide open as he gives him a blank stare, causing Sawyers to trail off.

Unlikely: I believe...No, in fact I am certain, that I asked you to stop, and I assure you I will not ask you again.

Mikey shakes his head, before slowly reaching over and grabbing the microphone out of the hands of a wide eyed and nervous Jamie Sawyer. He brings it to his lips but his eyes never leave the interviewer.

Unlikely: What makes you think that you have any right to interview me? Is this E! Tonight? Is this 60 minutes? Is this MTV Cribs?

Knowing what's good for him, the UTA personality reads this question as rhetorical and doesn't answer.

Unlikely: I am the biggest star on this planet Jamie! I am the most successful business man this company has ever seen, I am the most recognizable wrestler on the roster. I have Hollywood at odds, over which film I will star in next, and who do they send but some wanna be sportscaster, who doesn't have the enough class to interview someone of my caliber. You know what?

Unlikely looks both ways again before walking off screen. We hear a noise, and a loud clang before he comes sauntering back from the left. In his hand is a folded up steel chair. Seeing this Jamie takes a half step back and gets even more worried.

Unlikely: Here we go! This will help the interview, don’t you think?

He stares daggers at Sawyers, daring him to speak. Jamie is still frozen. Mikey unfolds the chair and sets it next to Jamie very hard. The announcer jumps, expecting to feel an impact of some sort. Unlikely points down at the chair.

Unlikely: Sit.

Jamie hesitates.

Unlikely: SIT!

Quickly he dives onto the chair, Mikey places the microphone back into his hand, then angles the hand so it rests just under Unlikely’s chin.

Unlikely: Jamie, I make you sit to teach you a lesson. To teach every single person in this building a lesson. All of you, ALL OF YOU, are beneath me. Not one person in this arena, except for the champion and my compadres deserves to interview, ask me questions, or even stand next to me. As a matter of fact, put your head down Jamie, you make me nervous.

He does as he is told once again, head down, and arm raised towards Mikey.

Unlikely: When I came out on Wrestleshow last week, the world stopped to listen. Time stood still, as I gave you people exactly what you wanted… an explanation. Well, today I put the UTA on notice, as you will never get what you want out of Mikey again.

He reaches up, and runs his hand through his spiked hair. Readjusting Jamie's arm.

Unlikely: One person “didn't listen though.”

Unlikely using quotes to accentuate his point.

Unlikely: William Haynes.

The crowd goes wild, as Mikey rolls his eyes on camera.

Unlikely: Correct me if I’m wrong Sawyers, but Will Haynes thinks he has bigger things to attend to. Thinks there are bigger fish in the sea. Thinks I am old news. Let me tell you though there's no one bigger than Mikey. Not in the UTA, not anywhere. I am the world's only Multi-Entertainment Superstar.

He looks at the camera and smiles wide.

Unlikely: Hell Will, we all know the only reason you made it this far in Ring King is because I wasn’t involved. A tournament without Mikey, is a tournament for second best.

He holds up two fingers to the camera.

Unlikely: I’m not waiting around for you. I am not going to sit and twiddle my thumbs while you go on to lose in this tournament. No… thats not my style. We don't play the subtlety game very well do we Will? So you can run around, and tell Coleslaw all about your plan to wait me out, all about your plan to win the World Heavyweight Title and all this other Ring King nonsense.

Jamie wiggles his arm as it gets tired, prompting Mikey to take the mic and place it in Sawyers other hand and stretch it out.

Unlikely: I’m here Thrill, and I’m not going away. You do what you have to do, but understand that I must do the same. This is not about respect, this is not about money, this is about you taking what belongs to me, and that's the spotlight. I promise you buddy that after I finally catch up with you, you’ll just be another member of the supporting cast, in my career.

He rolls his shoulders and closes his eyes as he cracks his neck with both hands.

Unlikely: Oh, and one more thing.  As far as that old fashioned Team Danger groupie Eric Dane goes… You stuck your nose in my business once, and I let it slide. You guys left me broken in the ring in a 4 on 1, and I’m willing to turn the other cheek, because you're not big enough for me to worry about… but last week… Eric last week you choked.

Mockingly, Unlikely puts his hands around the throat of Sawyers who leans away but is caught. He lets go.

Unlikely: Now the whole world knows you’re just a mouth and a resume, you had your chance and came up short, unsurprisingly. Eric Dane, I’m going to say this just once, and Jamie here can attest to that. It’s time for you to hang up your boots and go home. You failed where I will succeed, and now its time for you to back off.

Unlikely stares at the camera hard.

Unlikely: Do the right thing, and don’t stick your nose where it doesn't belong: In Dynasty business! Soon I prove to the world, that Will Haynes is mine!

Mikey pushes away the arm of Jamie sawyers, and walks off camera. Sawyer's eyes follow the leaving superstar.

Cayle Murray vs. Samuel Owens

Kill the lights. Passing synthesizer squeals pierce the silence, each one sending a brief swoop of light across the arena. AFI's I Hope You Suffer soon kicks-in with its pounding drums and heavy, foreboding horns and Cayle Murray appears through a storm of strobe lights.

Williams: Cayle Murray was originally supposed to face Samuel Owens here tonight, but due to lingering injuries, Owens is out indefinitly

Fury: He saw Ground Zero was booked against Dynasty in two weeks and he got scared. Simple as that.

Williams: I highly doubt that Dick.

Fury: Sure shows you what kind of guy Samuel Owens is.

Williams: I can tell you, I have talked to Owens and he would like nothing more than be in the ring not only tonight, but in two weeks as his long time friend Rhys Townsend is set to take on Kendrix and Sean Jackson.

Cayle gazes across the audience from beneath his hood, and sweeps an extended hand across the scene. He walks down the ramp as the blizzard of lights continues, slapping hands with fans on one side, before moving across the ramp and repeating the act.

Announcer: Hailing from Aberdeen, Scotland...

He finally reaches the ringside area and hops onto the apron. Pausing to salute the audience, Murray finally enters between the middle and top ropes.

Announcer: Standing at 6'1" and weighing in at 220 pounds...

Cayle hops onto a turnbuckle. The song's powerful chorus hits, and bathed in the spotlight's glare, he throws his hood back and stretches his arms out, completely lost in the moment.

Announcer: CAYYLLE MURRAYY!!!!

He stays atop the turnbuckle for the chorus' duration, then loosens his posture and drops his arms. Murray can't help but smile at the crowd's positive vibes.

Williams: Cayle Murray ready for this match to begin.

Finally, Cayle hops down from the turnbuckles and uzips his hoodie. He tosses it aside and takes to a corner, loosening his muscles and preparing for a fight.

Williams: Now we find out who has taken Samuel Owens' place here in this match tonight.

The Only Way I Know by Jason Aldean feat. Luke Bryan and Eric Church began to blare out of the arenas Public Announce System speakers as the lights in the building dimmed to black. At the entrance, red and yellow strobe lights flashed back and forth in every direction. The fans in the arena cheered and clapped. Then, some one who looks like Kid Inertia II burst through the curtain full of energy.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Macon, Georgia... Standing five foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.... KID.... INNNEERRTIIIAAA SIIIXXXX!!!!!

Kid Inertia slides into the ring under the bottom rope.

Williams: Kid Inertia VI making his UTA debut tonight.

Fury: Ok, Dick's confused. First there was Kid Inertia II... Then Kid Inertia III... Now, there is Kid Inertia VI who, just like Kid Inertia III, is the same size as and looks like Kid Inertia II. Also.. WHERE IS KID INERTIA ONE, FOUR, AND FIVE?!

Williams: Some questions are better left unasked Dick. All I know is with Samuel Owens out indefinitely, Kid Inertia VI will be taking his place tonight and looks to make an impact here in the UTA.

Kid Inertia VI gets ready for the match as his music ends.

Fury: Yes, because every other Kid Inertia has made such an impact.

The bell sounds to begin the match. Kid Inertia VI and Cayle Murray circle, preparing to start. They quickly touch hands in a light shake before making one more circle and locking up.

Williams: Quick lock up to start the match off. Kid Inertia VI taking control as he pushes Cayle back and into the ropes.

Inertia pushes him back further into the ropes before pulling back.

Williams: Inertia sends Cayle Murray across the ring. Off of the ropes and on the return... leap frog. Off the ropes again... Kid Inertia catches Murray with arm drag.

Both men quickly roll over and get to their feet. Cayle charges Kid Inertia again.

Williams: Kid Inertia with another arm drag taking Murray over. Both men quickly back up, setting the tone for the match to be high paced.

Fury: Setting themselves to blow up early.

Williams: UTA superstars are some of the most conditioned in the business Dick.

Fury: Tell Bobby Dean that.

Williams: Murray forward, leaps up.. legs around the neck of Kid Inertia... standing hurricarana!

As Kid Inertia VI hits the canvas back first, he rolls up to his feet, leaps to the nearby ropes, and springboards back, elbow out, which catches Cayle as gets to his feet.

Williams: Kid Inertia out of the hurricarrana into a springboard elbow smash! What agility!

Cayle rolls back and to his knees, rubbing his chin as Kid Inertia VI spins around into an offensive stance.

Williams: The fans are on their feet for these two already, live, here on Pure Sports Entertainment.

Cayle stands up and nods toward Kid Inertia, before both men begin to circle again.

Williams: Show of respect by Murray as we get ready to continue.

They lock back up.

Williams: Locking up once again. Cayle pushing back and taking control. Murray rolls around Inertia. Belly to back.

Kid Inertia VI stomps the foot of Murray.

Williams: Inertia, rolls around, now behind Murray.

Kid Inertia drops to his knee, grabs the leg of Cayle Murray and raises back up, yanking Cayle's leg so he falls to his hands on the canvas as Kid stands up.

Williams: Kid Inertia VI with an ankle lock on Murray. Cayle fighting it.

Cayle begins to roll.

Fury: Break his ankle!

Williams: Murray over on his back. His free foot in the midsection of Kid Inertia. Murray pushes back and Kid Inertia VI sent backward!

Kid Inertia stumbles back as Cayle kips up to his feet.

Williams: Murray back to his feet, comes forward... Kid Inertia VI ducks the clothesline attempt. Both men turn... boot to the gut by Kid Inertia.

He quickly grabs Cayle's neck and hooks his tights before lifting.

Williams: Kid Inertia VI drops back... huge suplex by Kid Inertia VI!

Cayle's back his the canvas and he slides a little bit before sitting up, his face in pain, and grabbing his back. Kid Inertia VI turns over and pushes up to his feet.

Williams: What a suplex! Kid Inertia VI controlling the most of this, but both men bringing it tonight.

Fury: That's how you make your name here in the UTA. You give one hundred and twenty three percent - two hundred percent of the time.

Williams: That doesn't even make sense Dick.

Fury: It would if you were on Dick's level Jennifer.

Kid Inertia heads over, grabbing the head of Cayle, and turning him as he begins to pull him up.

Williams: Kid Inertia pul- NO! Cayle Murraywith a boot to the gut... BIG DDT! MURRAY COVERS... HOOKS THE LEG!

The referee slides into position.

Fury: He's going to steal a win! He's gonna steal it!

The referee's hand hits the canvas for the second time.


Cayle is shot back, rolling and popping up as Kid Inertia VI quickly rolls over and gets to a knee looking at him from across the ring.

Williams: Cayle Murray almost pulling out a surprise victory, catching Kid Inertia off guard.

Fury: Why a surprise victory? Cayle Murray has already shown he can win matches.

The two men begin to circle once again. As they lock up, Cayle begins to push Kid Inertia VI backwards and into the ropes. As he holds him there, he puts him arms up. The referee warns Cayle who lets go and steps back.

Williams: Cayle Murray regaining control of the match after almost scoring a win.

Kid Inertia VI and Cayle lock up yet again in the center of the ring.

Williams: Murray taking control once again as he puts Kid Inertia into a side headlock.

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

Williams: Murray with that headlock firmly into position, continuing to hold Kid Inertia stationary.

Kid Inertia VI takes his foot, moves it forward, and brings it back between Cayle's feet. He wraps him arms around his waist and attempts to pick him up, by lifting up and back.

Williams: Kid Inertia VI fighting back, trying to overcome Cayle Murray.

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

Williams: Inertia able to get free. He quickly grabs Murray... side Russian leg sweep takes Murray down!

Kid Inertia VI rolls over and pushes up as does Cayle.

Williams: Kid Inertia charges Cayle Murray. Murray catches him... arm drag.

As Kid Inertia VI's rump hits the canvas the fans pop. Cayle quickly rolls over and gets to a ready stance.

Williams: Kid Inertia VI over and up. Charges Murray again... he catches him.. lifts... SPINEBUSTER!

Cayle pushes to his feet as Kid Inertia VI lies on the canvas, holding his back in agony.

Williams: Murray positioning himself, ready to strike once Kid Inertia gets to his feet. He begins to move. This one could be over soon.

As Kid Inertia VI stands up, Cayle runs toward the ropes. He leaps up, springboarding off with his arm extended.


Kid Inertia VI ducks. As he does, he brings his knee up and throws his hands behind Murray to help push his momentum into his knee more.


As Cayle is bent over, Kid Inertia VI throws his arm over him neck and lifts his leg. he lifts with all of him might, snapping Cayle over to the canvas and bridging into a pin.


Fury: This Kid Inertia is much better than the previous ones.

The referee drops and begins his count.

Williams: Murray able to kick out at two! Back and forward action here tonight on Victory!

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

Williams: Cayle Murray possibly underestimating his opponent tonight.

Fury: It's hard to know what to expect when you face someone you haven't prepared for.

Kid Inertia VI rolls over and gets to his feet as Cayle begins to get up as well, a little slower than he has up to this point.

Williams: This match continues.

Kid Inertia VI walks over and grabs Cayle's arm, helping him up.

Williams: Murray to his feet. Kid Inertia with the whi- No! Reversed by Cayle Murray. Inertia is sent toward the corner. Cayle runs behind him.

As Kid Inertia VI enters the corner, he grabs the top ropes and pushes him body up and over Cayle's head as his momentum sends him past him. Cayle hits the turnbuckle full force with his chest as Kid Inertia VI's feet come down to the canvas.

Williams: Cayle Murray right into that corner there. Can Kid Inertia capitalize?

Cayle stumbles around, turning toward Kid Inertia VI who is waiting.

Williams: Inertia runs.. leaps up with a high knee catching Cayle Murray!

As he hits with force, Cayle is shot back into the corner again, but his quick thinking allows him to grab him as he connects. Cayle steps out of the corner and leaps up and forward, slamming all of his weight down on top of Kid Inertia VI. The fans cheer.

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

He rolls off of Kid Inertia VI and lays on the canvas in pain as he 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: Whomever does has the advantage going forward.

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

Williams: Both up! We will continue!

Cayle nods at Kid Inertia VI, almost a sign of respect and him being impressed with him so far.

Williams: Kid Inertia runs toward Cayle... He catches him and lifts again...

This time when he lifts him up, Kid Inertia VI throws him legs up, pushing on his shoulders to get some air. His legs wrap around his neck, and he leans back.

Williams: Kid Inertia counters... hurricar- NO! Murray doesn't budge!

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

Williams: Powerbomb by Cayle Murray!

Cayle moves his legs over Kid Inertia's out stretched arms to hold them down. Kid Inertia VI kicks, but can't get free as the referee counts.

Williams: Powerbomb into a pin..... CAYLE MURAY DOES IT!

The bell begins to sound as Cayle lets Inertia's legs go and rolls over to his knees throwing his arms up. He pushes to a standing position before running to the corner, and climbing.

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... CAYLLEEE... MURRAAYYY!!!

Williams: Cayle Murray picking up a big win here tonight over the man who replaced Samuel Owens last minute.

Fury: Gotta give it to Murray, the guy is on a roll.

Cayle holds his arms up as he stands on the turnbuckle. Kid Inertia VI rolls over and pushes up, his hands on his hips. Murray looks back at him before hopping down to the canvas. He walks over, extending his hand to Inertia, who accepts it.

Williams: Great sportsmanship by Cayle unlikely after a highly competitive match. You have to love seeing this.

Kid Inertia VI nods to Cayle before heading to the ropes as Murray continues to celebrate.

The Most Important Interview


The Most Important Interview


Cecilworth Farthington is standing at the backstage interview area, awaiting the arrival of Jamie Sawyers.

Farthington: Where the hell is he?

Stage Hand: He's a little busy sir. He said he'll be right with you.

Cecilworth taps his foot impatiently, looking around at the silent corridor in which he currently resides.

Farthington: What is this? A bloody doctors office? Do I need to grab one of them little ticket things to get an interview with Jimmy Jam Sawyers? Like a God damn meat market in here.

Cecilworth screws his face up like a bulldog chewing a wasp.

Farthington: Bugger this, I'm too rich to appear waiting. This is why you need to hire your own interviewers god damn it. I'm off to get drunk.

The cameras fade to what probably is another segment with Jamie Sawyers.

What's Next?

What's next?

Backstage, we see Jamie Sawyers, yet again, standing in front of the camera.  Dressed in a suit, slightly loose around his shoulders, with a smile on his face, he grips the mic with both hands. 

Sawyers: What another exciting edition of Victory that is shaping up so far ladies and gentlemen, right here on the PSN network on a night where the UTA is once again proving to be the place for emerging wrestling talent.

As soon as Sawyers stops talking, Scott Stevens emerges into the frame looking pissed from the expression on his face. The Texan gives the area a look.

Stevens: Not here either.

He says aloud as he shakes his head in disgust before exiting the other side of the room.

Sawyers: Was that?

Sawyers asks the cameraman before giving chase to Stevens. Jamie has to pick up some ground as the Texan has gained a measurable ground with the few seconds he was given as a head start.

Sawyers: Stevens!

Jamie yells aloud when he sees Stevens in the distance. He begins to pick up speed as he jogs toward the Texan.

Sawyers: Scott….

Sawyers says almost out of breath as he reaches and touches the shoulder of Stevens which causes an instant defense reaction from the Texan as he immediately grabs the hand of the person touching him, yanks him in before pushing them against the wall with his forearm under Sawyers’ throat.

Stevens: It’s just you.

Stevens says relieved as he lets go of Sawyers who begins to cough hard as he rubs his neck.

Stevens: I’m not in the interviewing mood Sawyers.

Stevens informs Jamie as he starts looking into the open doorways of the backstage area apparently looking for something or more importantly, someone.

Sawyers: What are you doing here tonight Stevens?

Sawyers begins to talk finally and Stevens continues to look around the open areas like a hawk.

Sawyers: I mean shouldn’t you be back in Chicago working the independents again?

Stevens slowly turns his head towards Sawyers.

Stevens: What did you say?

The Texan asks as he slowly makes his way toward Sawyers. Jamie sensing he may have struck a nerve begins to slowly back away from Stevens.

Sawyers: I was just wondering why you were here tonight since your defeat by CBR on Wrestleshow releases you of your UTA obligations.

Sawyers says as he continues to back away from Stevens.

Stevens: Lets get one thing clear Sawyers, CBR defeated me and cost me my chance to become the Ring King, but he had to cheat to do it!

Stevens shouts the last bit of his statement which startles Jamie who stumbles over his own two feet and begins to back away on all fours.

Stevens: CBR took away my opportunity to become the world champion!

Stevens shouts aloud and continues to stalk Sawyers as other backstage employees turn their attention to the two men.

Stevens: He embarrassed me in front of the world, and I for one am not going out like that!

Stevens says with a huge grin on his face before asking the the question everyone has been wondering.

Stevens: Where’s James Wingate?

Sawyers back collides with a wall and a look of i just crap my pants comes across his face as he looks up at Stevens.

Sawyers: I don’t know…..

He says as he shakes his nervously and Stevens grabs Sawyers by his suit and slowly drags him to his feet.

Stevens: What do you mean you don’t know?

Sawyers: He hasn’t been seen or heard from since Ron Hall attacked him.

Sawyers says as he pleads with Stevens to let him go.

Stevens: Since you are probably the one who’ll be the first to get the inside scoop when he does come out from that rock he’s hiding under, I want you to deliver a message for me.

Stevens says as he lets go of Sawyers.

Sawyers: What’s the message?

Sawyers asks as he begins to straighten out his suit.

Stevens: I’m not going to beg, I’m not asking, but I am demanding I be placed in either the Chamber match or Ace in the Hole ladder match at Ring King.

Sawyers looks confused by the message.

Sawyers: Why would he do that?

Stevens: Because he knows what I can do. He knows my potential. He knows that I can beat any member of his roster on any given day, and when one of his Dynasty members has to cheat to beat a supposed nobody makes his company seem a little bush league, and not the number one wrestling promotion they claim to be. CBR knows I posed a threat to him and their all Dynasty main event at Ring King, and that’s why he did the bitch move that he did instead of showing that he had some balls and defeat me like a man. However, seeing and dealing with Dynasty, I’ve come to realize that you’re dealing with a bunch of bitches anyways. You think you can relay that message for me?

Stevens asks as Sawyers nods his head.

Stevens: Good.

Stevens says before turning to leave. Sawyers breathes a sigh of relief before tensing up again as Stevens enters the picture once again.

Stevens: One more thing, tell your friend La Flama Blanca his time is ticking away, and I’m am going to continue chipping away at the pieces of UTA’s great Dynasty until I get what CBR took from me.

Stevens delivers his final message before the scene fades.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

I Say When You Can Speak

I Say When You Can Speak

We come back from commercial with Chris Hopper and Lew Smith in the back. They are in the middle of a conversation about their opponents, Dynasty. The bright lights show the scars of battle on the two. Both are dressed for their match later on tonight.

Hopper: Listen, I have never been against teaming up in battle against people like these underhanded pieces of dirt, but this has gone past just wanting to win a match.

Lew nods and crosses his arms, standing in a strong pose.

Smith: I’ve been a tag team champion before, the teaming up bit shouldn’t be an issue. I suppose we just need to work on our own flow, I have a feeling we may falter if we do not sync up during this match. It’s my only concern. 

Hopper looks interested in what Smith has to say. Smith continues to ponder.

Smith: However, I do believe that our wanting to win is clouding our minds of what’s actually at hand here... We have to concentrate more on us, learning how to work together to stamp them out rather than focusing on totally wrecking them.

Chris holds up a finger wagging in disbelief after letting Lew finish speaking. Hopper shares his thoughts on their opponents. 

Hopper: No, I don’t think you get it….these guys have stuck their nose in every aspect of my tenure here. They’re like cockroaches. Every time you get rid of one of them, another crawls out from under the cabinet and joins them.

Smith: Hmm, I guess you’re right to some extent. It’s beyond me how they own so much strength...I suppose we could use our experience in facing these lot to our advantage, I’ve beaten Kendrix before and...well, we all know about Blanca.

Lew hums to keep the flow of silence relevant.

Hopper: This is not going to be just another match. This….is…..

Chris Hopper cuts himself off and looks off past Lew Smith. Hopper taps his tag team partner and motions for him to turn around. Smith turns to come find La Flama Blanca, Kendrix and Marshall Owens feet from him. Cameras pan to the Dynasty members and then zooms in on Owens, Blanca, and Kendrix.

Owens: Well look who we have here… “The King of Cool” and “The Ominous Angel”. Gentleman, you look rested and ready to step into the ring tonight with The UTA World Champion and the soon to be… winner of The Chamber Match. The world will be watching.

Both Kendrix and The Luchador look ready for their upcoming match. Both men rock their group's apparrel. LFB has his title on his left shoulder. LFB raises his right hand and points at Hopper and Smith. Cameras zoom out slowly.

La Flama Blanca: Nice to see you decided to come in to work today… Didn’t see you last week on Wrestleshow... Maybe you two were sick or had something better to do...

Lew Smith moves forward looking angry as he stares at La Flama Blanca. Chris Hopper puts his arm out to stop Smith. Blanca holds his hand up to halt Smith.

LFB: Hey! Hey! Hey! Let’s do this like civilized people in the ring. Not fight in the back like animals.

Hopper keeps his head forward and eyes on LFB and Kendrix.

Hopper: Don’t fall for his… crap, it’s not worth it. He wants to get under our skin. Save it for the ring because that is where he doesn’t want it to be. It is the way of a coward, right Blanca? Going to have the boss put the fix in again?

LFB laughs for a second, finding his opponents temper and comments very amusing.

LFB: That’s good, Chris. You should watch how you speak to me. I’m the UTA World Champion. You don’t need to get beat down… again.

The Champion looks intently at both Hopper and Smith. Both men have suffered by the hands of Dynasty.

LFB: Well it’s here, another Victory and another Main Event for US. Another Main Event where a pack of ungratefuls get to ride our coattails to their fifteen minutes of fame.

Kendrix: Aren’t you guys tired of getting your arses kicked week after have to ask constantly standing in Dynasty’s shadow worth the “fame”? You both know you’re gonna see JFK and the champ walk out of Victory as winners yet again, bruv!

Hopper: You know, it occurs to me that most of the times you make waves, “champ” is when you are sneak attacking people and have the owner UNDO decisions so that everything goes your way.

Smith knows what Hopper is referring to. Lew’s eyes stare at the belt that should be his.

Hopper: This guy right here is someone who has almost as much of an axe to grind against you as I do.

Lew Smith takes a step forward.

Smith: You know I’m-

LFB cuts Smith off before he or Hopper can say anymore. Blanca puts his hand up and looks at Smith and then Chris Hopper.

LFB: UH! I say when YOU can speak… I already let you two take up more air time than you deserve. WE ALL have history. I’m sure the fans are going to get their moneys worth tonight. The WrestleZone is going home pissed off because the guys they wanted to win, didn’t.

Smith rolls his eyes and takes a step back, shaking his head.

LFB: Kendrix and I are going to work as a team because we are one. You two? Hmm! You both are in Ace In The Hole. You two are going to face one another and six other… Blokes is it, K?

LFB looks back at Kendrix wanting to know if he is right or not.

Kendrix: Yeah, maaattteee, Blokes! Muppets and bellends are also very apt.

LFB looks back towards Chris Hopper and Lew Smith.

LFB: You two and six other blokes are going to kill one another for the briefcase that gets you a shot at this...

Kendrix pats LFB on twice on his shoulder and points at the UTA World title.

Kendrix: Take a long hard look at it fellas, cos this is as close as you’re ever gonna get to it, innit?!

LFB takes the UTA World title off his shoulder and holds it in front of him in his left hand. He grips it hard as he looks at Hopper and Smith.

LFB: I know you both want it… You’d stab each other in the back to get a crack at this. With all that being reality, I don’t think for one second you two can work as a team. Talk all you want boys, because that’s all it is… TALK. Let’s take this to the ring so we can see who wants it more.

Kendrix gets right in the face of Lew Smith.

Kendrix: To think you, of all people, actually had a taste of what it was like to be champ for a split second. Just remember Lew, you’ve got more than Dynasty to worry about tonight...make sure you keep a close eye on your partner as well, yeah?! Cos he wants what the champ has just as bad as you do.

LFB puts his hand on Kendrix’s shoulder as the three men make their exit. Kendrix turns around and gives Smith and Hopper an unpleasant gesture. Chris punches the wall as they round the corner, showing obvious distaste for the top group in UTA. Smith is a little taken back by the extreme reaction.

Hopper: God, I want to rip his arm off and beat all of them with it.

He turns to look at Lew.

Hopper: I think now you get it.  Let’s get this job done, Lew.

Smith: He is right about Ace In The Hole, that’s something we can’t avoid...but we have to put an end to this power play.

Hopper nods his head as both men continue to look off in the direction of Dynasty.

THRILLing Words

THRILLing Words

Backstage at the Wrestlesone with the man who's ride through the Ring King tournament has been turning a few heads. He's defeated Zahlia Fears, Sean Jackson, and Eric Dane in order to march himself into the semi-final against the rookie sensation, Alex Beckman.

He is the THRILL, Will Haynes.

Standing in front of a UTA backdrop he readies himself to talk to the masses.

Haynes: I walked int' Pittsburgh last Monday night n' I did exactly what I told everyone I'd do. I showed y'all that the Eric Dane, ain't nothin' like his former self. That the REAL Eric Dane is off somewhere, probably playin' with his bonedagger or some such.

Haynes nods his head. He had to go the ER following Wrestleshow last week. Concussion test, he passed. Or is it failed? Either way he's good to go.

Haynes: N' lemme tell ya somethin' that might bode pretty damn poorly for Mikey Unlikely. 

A small smirk spreads on his face.

Haynes: I'm sure ya saw Mikey earlier this evenin' full a' that piss n' vinegar, spreadin' that hate. Screamin' so anyone would listen 'bout how I'm his, n' no one better get in his way. 

Haynes rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders. He still can't figure this whole Mikey thing out. Loyalty? Are you kidding me? That's what Mikey's gonna hang his hat on? Good for him.

Haynes: Well he better be careful, cat might just get caught up in somethin' he wants no parts of. Ya think Eric Dane is gonna take kindly to Mikey callin' him out? Fresh off that loss I just handed him? 

Haynes scoffs.

Haynes: Don't think so.

And listen I know every Tom, Dick, n' Harry wanna see me take this fight right t' him. I know they all wanna see me beat the hell outta him in the middle a' the ring, but hate to break this t' everyone, it ain't gonna happen.

Least not tonight.

The fans react mixed. There's boos, there's excited chatter. At least the THRILL is admitting that Mikey is on his radar, albeit distantly.

Haynes: Mikey, like I been sayin' for weeks, you ain't my focus. You took your leave, went t' shoot your movie, which seemed t' take almost NO TIME at all. N' in your absence I been on a roll. Shooter's hand got real hot, real quick.

N' currently I'm up against one a' the best wrestlers I've seen in the history a' ever - Alex Beckman. She ain't exactly one t' be taken lightly, if ya feel me. So I don't need any bullshit from you Mikey messin' this up.

Haynes is emphatic. The one thing he's been preaching this whole tournament is a revived sense of focus. That's what's been pushing him through.

Haynes: I don't need you lookin' t' even the score, Mikey. I don't need you stickin' your nose int' business that ain't yours. I got my hands full here. N' I wanna do Alex the service of takin' her more seriously than most have taken her around here.

Got that, Alex, you're a threat. Anyone who says otherwise is sorely mistaken n' has underestimated you mightly. Me n' you are gonna continue this Ring King tradition of puttin' some a' the best matches in the biz. I know that. Know that big time.

As for you, Mikey, stay outta my way. Cause as much as you want me, as much as I'm yours, you ain't nothin' t' me right now. Nothin' at all.

Haynes has one more thing to say before he goes for the night. Off to watch the show from his Locker Room, maybe interact with some fans. He's not too sure.

Haynes: Alex, I'm ready t' tear the house down again. I wanna see what you got. So make sure you're ready t' bring it. Good talk.

With that he's gone.

Ron Hall vs. Amy Harrison



Trouble by Imagine Dragons starts playing as Amy Harrison comes out to a chorus of boos. Amy looks out to the crowd and starts to yell back at them.

Williams: Amy Harrison looking to get a win tonight after a series of not so good endings for her.

Fury: Look. Amy needs to stick what she's good at doing.. looking sexy and making Dick's lil Fury pop up.

Williams: You're gross.

Amy walks down the aisle determined, while stopping to yell at a few fans in the crowd.

Announcer: Hailing from Belfast, Northern Ireland

Amy jumps onto the ring apron, and tells everyone that she's the best, before getting in the ring.

Announcer: Standing at 5'4 and weighing in at 114 pounds...

Amy looks right at the crowd and yells back at them something inaudiable.


Amy shakes her head at the crowd as she starts to get ready for the match.

Williams: If Amy can defeat Ron tonight, she'll accomplish something even Marie Van Claudio hasn't.

Fury: She wont.

Amy then limbers up in the ring to get herself ready.

Fury: Maybe she'll have a wardrobe malfunction.

Gold Medal by Tha Trademarc hits the PA.

Announcer: and her opponent….

Williams: Big match here on Victory.

Announcer: Standing five foot eleven inches.  Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds!

Ron Hall steps from backstage looking out at the fans in the Wrestlezone.

Announcer:  “The Southern Rebel” Rooonnnn Hallll!!!!

Fury:  People keep talking about Hall being in the Hall of Fame.. but what has he done for us lately?

Williams: The hall of famer just weeks removed of super kicking James Wingate.

Hall reaches the ring absorbing the huge ovation for him. Amy just flips her hair.

Williams: Amy Harrison not impressed by Ron Hall.

Fury: Dick doesn't get why anyone likes this guy? It's time for him to retire.

Williams: I personally think Ron Hall has at least one more title run before he hangs up his boots.

Fury: Hopefully it's the Wildfire so he will just disappear.

Ron hands his hat to someone outside of the ring, giving instructions to keep it safe. As the bell sounds, he bends back up, turning toward Amy Harrison who charges him.

Williams: Amy Harrison not waiting as she meats Ron hall with a series of punches.

Fury: One good backhand is all he needs to put her in her place. Come on Ron, you know you cme from the old school.

Williams: That's terrible.

Ron is backed into the corner as Amy pulls her right hand back up high, bringing it down hard across his chest.

Williams: Chop to the chest of Hall by Harrison who is bringing it here early.

Ron grabs his chest and stumbles out of the corner as Amy Harrison grabs the top ropes with both hand sin the corner. She bends down and leaps up, throwing her legs out. They come down, landing on the ropes. As Ron turns back toward the corner, Amy's body is shot up as she flips back, her legs wrapping around his neck. She throws her body around, Ron turning with the swing before going over as she releases, sending him across the ring. As his body hits the canvas the fans pop in amazement.

Williams: WOW! Huge split leg into a hurricarrana by Amy Harrison!

Fury: Ron becomes the millionth man to be between Amy Harrison's legs. Congratulations Ron.

Ron's back is arched up in pain as Amy Harrison slaps her chest with both hands, screaming out to the fans.

Williams: Amy Harrison is here to show the UTA Universe who she really is!

Fury: A cheap shot artist?

Williams: No Dick... a skilled athlete.

Amy heads over, grabbing Ron's head as he begins to push up.

Williams: Harrison helping Hall to his feet. Grabs his arm, now with the wh- NO! Ron Hall reverses. Amy Harrison sent into the ropes. On the return...

Mid run, she leaps down to the canvas with a cartwheel. As she gets to her feet, back toward Hall, she brings and elbow back, catching him int he face.

Williams: Cartwheel Elbow Smash by Amy Harrison catches Hall!

Ron grabs his face, turning and stumbling away from Amy.

Williams: Amy charges past Ron... leaps up..

She lands on the second rope, using it to shoot herself back.


Ron falls back to the canvas hard. Amy quickly shoots over and covers him.

Williams: Harrison with the pin now..

The referee drops into position.

Williams: We could have a wi- NO! Kick out by Ron Hall.

Fury: If Ron would have lost without ANY offense, he'd HAVE to disappear forever.

Williams: Why Dick? The women of the UTA are just as talented as any man on the roster.

Fury: Yea... right.

Amy shrieks as she slaps the canvas several times before getting up to her feet. Ron sits up, shaking off the cobwebs, before turning over and beginning to get up.

Williams: This one here will continue as Hall begins to get to his feet.

Amy takes off past him.

Williams: Harrison off of the ropes again, using the ring to her advantage here tonight. On the return.. she leaps.. CROSS BODY... WAIT! RON CATCHES HER!

He holds Amy for a moment, before spinning her body around and dropping to a knee while bringing her down back first.




He rolls her off of his knee and to the canvas, breathing a bit heavy.

Williams: Ron Hall may have just gave himself the boost he needed to come back.

Fury: He needs to do something other than embarrassing the entire male population.

Williams: Ron Hall may be a lot of things... a hero... a hall of famer.. a former champion.. but one thing he is not, is an embarrassment.

Fury: Yes he is.

Williams: You drive me crazy Dick.

Fury: Dick always drives the women crazy.

Ron pushes up before walking slowly over to Amy. He bends down and grabs her by the head, pulling her up to her feet.

Williams: Hall scoops Harrison up....

He turns and takes a few steps before turning her body over and sending it down to the canvas back first.

Williams: Scoop slam by Ron Hall.

Fury: Here we go. Good old fashion lesson teaching coming.

Williams: And what lesson is that Dick?

Fury: Why women shouldn't leave the kitchen.

Williams: And what about me? I'm not in the kitchen. I'm right here next to you every Victory. What does that have to say about me?

Fury: That you need to learn your place.

Williams: I can't stand you Dick.

Fury: No surprise... had heard you didn't like Dick anyway...

Williams: Ugh.

In the ring, Hall raises Amy's leg up, holding it for a moment, before, driving it knee first into the canvas.

Williams: Ron Hall smashing Amy's knee into the canvas, methodically tearing her down now.

He raises her leg again, before driving it down a second time.

Williams: Hall continuing to work that knee, trying to ground Amy Harrison.

Fury: First time Amy's legs will ever have bruising on the knees not caused by carpet.

Williams: You know there is more to women then what you think Dick.

Fury: Doubtful.

Ron straddles above Amy, bending down, placing his arms under hers and his hands under her chin, clasping his fingers before pulling back.

Williams: Hall with a submission maneuver here. This one may be over.

Amy screams in pain as the referee drops to a knee, asking if she gives up.

Williams: Hall pulling back more now. Most people would have given up by now.

A whisper begins.

Let the bodies hit the floor...

let the bodies hit the floor...

let the bodies hit the floor...

Let the bodies hit the... FLOOOOOORRR!!

Bodies by Drowning Pool begins to play as Hall releases Amy and steps above her.

Williams: Wait.. could it be?! It can't...

It is. James Wingate, owner of the UTA hits the stage. Instead of his suit, the boss hits the ramp wearing sweat pants, a black 'Hitman' shit with the arms ripped off, and tape on his hands. He points down at Hall who motions for him to bring it own.

Williams: It's James Wingate!

Fury: Oh no Jennifer.. that's not James Wingate right there... that's Dick's uncle.. that's.. MATT FURY!

Williams: As most of you know, Mr. Wingate performed as Matt Fury Jr for many years before hanging up his boots. His father the legendary Matt 'The Hitman' Fury, UTA Hall of Fame member and the man who Ron Hall feuded with for many years.

Fury: Ron awoke the beast and now he's gonna pay like anyone who crosses a Fury! DICK LOVES IT!

Ron continues to scream for Wingate to bring it. Behind him, Amy Harrison begins to push up.

Williams: Ron Hall focused on the boss, unaware that Amy Harrison is coming to.

Fury: The Fury mind games begin!

Wingate makes it ring side and taunts Hall. Behind him, Amy wiggles her fingers before getting the courage to grab Hall and turn him around. She grabs his left arm, and places her foot up to his chin before throwing her other leg up and dropping to the canvas. Hall comes down and is shot up, his chin smashing on the bottom of her boot. As he hits the canvas, Amy quickly covers him.


Wingate pulls himself up to the apron, yelling for the referee to get down and make the count. As the referee slides into position he begins. The fans boo loudly as Wingate counts along with him. His hand hits the canvas a third time and the bell sounds.


Williams: Amy Harrison with an assist from Mr. Wingate, pulling off a big win here tonight. Of course, it's tainted.

Fury: Tainted? How? Ron Hall is a hall of fame member. Shouldn't he know better than to turn his back on his opponent? Come on! The guy is like eighty! You learn this day one.

Amy gets to her feet, leaping up and down with her arms in the sky as the fans boo. James steps over the top rope, clapping for her before walking over, grabbing her wrist and holding it up.

Williams: The boss celebrating with Amy Harrison. This is terrible.

Fury: THIS IS GREAT! Anyone who has ever sided with a Fury has become an instant star. Dick takes it all back. Amy Harrison is the future of the UTA!

Williams: That can be debated

Fury: Who's the hater now Jennifer?

James claps for Amy who turns around and hugs him briefly before breaking away and allowing him to walk over to Hall. His clap becomes condescending as he looks down at Hall, a smile on his face.

Williams: James Wingate just cost Ron Hall this match here tonight.

Fury: It's just pay back!

Amy returns to the ring after briefly leaving, bringing the boss a microphone. James takes it, saying something to her we can't hear. She backs up tot he corner of the ring, proping herself up as James raises the microphone to his mouth.

Wingate: How does it feel Ron? How does a boot to your chin feel? Do you feel good? You feel like a big man Ron? HUH?!

Wingate raises up a bit and comes with a stomp down into the side of Ron Hall.

Wingate: You want to kick me in the face?! HUH?! The boss?!

He brings another boot down.

Williams: James Wingate stomping Ron Hall now, adding more insult to injury.

Wingate: Guess what Ron.. you sealed your fate when you did that. You signed your Ring King match the moment you kicked me...

Williams: What is he talking about?

Fury: Oh, Dick knows what he is talking about!

James raises the mic up closer.

Wingate: At Ring King... I will end you! That's right Ron... at Ring King... inside of a steel cage...

The fans go crazy at the mention of a steel cage.

Wingate: You will... feel...

He leans in more.

Wingate: the... Fury....

James tosses the microphone across the ring, before violently grabbing Ron Hall, pulling him to his feet. He shoves Ron's head between his legs, wrapping his arms around Ron's waist, and lifting him up high. The fans go nuts at seeing something they haven't seen in years as Wingate runs forward and throws Hall down to the canvas back first.


Outside of the ring, Dick stands up, clapping for James as his music his again. James stands over a broken Ron Hall as Amy Harrison comes forward, standing next to him.

Williams: Ron Hall will meet James Wingate at Ring King! Wow!

Fury: You just witnessed history Jennifer.

The two stand next to each other as we fade.

Special Delivery

Special Delivery

As the scene fades in backstage, Cayle Murray is looking refreshed. Having clearly showered and re-energised after his match, we catch the Scot in mid-conversation with a young technical assistant, who is wearing a UTA tee.

Williams: There’s Cayle Murray, fresh-off his second consecutive victory! This young man’s made quite the start to his UTA career, and faces a significant step-up in competition when he tackles Chris Hopper, the face of the UTA, in a fortnight.

Fury: Dick is wary of his chances against Hopper.

Dressed in casual greyscales, Murray leans against a wall and speaks in relaxed tones.

Murray: … that’s the problem with Nas, post-Illmatic: no quality control. Those albums are peppered with great tracks, but jeez, those mainstream chart-grabs are tiring.

Techy: Maybe, but have you heard Untitled? Some of his strongest subject matter right there.

Murray: Once or twice, but to be honest, nothing really stoo—

Cayle is suddenly interrupted by an onrushing force behind him. An elbow clobbers the back of his skull, sending him tumbling to the floor and the techy fleeing down the corridor. Boot after boot after boot stomps down on his back at a rapid pace.

Williams: Colton Thorpe! Murray’s debut opponent is beating the life out of him!

There’s a brief pause in the onslaught as Colt takes a step back, allowing the hurting Murray a short moment to rise to all fours, but it doesn’t last. Thorpe suddenly lunges forward, soccer kicking Cayle in the gut with a shot so hard that the SMACK reverberates down the corridor.

Thorpe: Now Cayle my boy, you didn't think I forgot about Wrestleshow, did you?

Colt crouches down beside Cayle, who is struggling to pull himself back to all fours. Gasping for air, having had the wind knocked out of him, Colt pushes him over onto his side.

Thorpe: You may be fooling everyone else here Cayle, but to me, you're transparent. I know who you really are. I know what you really are...

Any movement that Cayle has in attempt to find an upright position, it's counteracted by Colt shoving him back down.

Thorpe: You can put your charade on for management and the boys and gals in the back. You can show the fans just how much personal growth you've made, and what an upstanding individual you've become. But I'm not buying it, brah.

Standing up, Colt's eyes have yet to break their stare of Murray's fallen body. Taking a couple steps backwards, Colt briefly pauses before pouncing forward with a final kick to Cayle's stomach, expelling what breath he had been able to inhale.

Thorpe: Regardless if the brass ever puts us together in that squared circle again, this will not stop. I will haunt you. I will hunt you. And I will expose you...

Colt leans over to the right, reaching out of screen. As he shifts his body back into frame, he is holding a white fabric bundle. Unfolding it, revealed is a new UTA Authentic Sanctus tee. He drops it on top of Cayle.

Thorpe: A gift to you from your damsel in distress.

Williams: First Sanctus at Wrestleshow, now Cayle Murray tonight on Victory. Something has to be done about Colton Thorpe and his sneak attacks.

Fury: Dick doesn't see anything wrong with healthy competition.

The scene fades out with Colt walking out of frame, Cayle stirring about on the cold concrete floor.

Brought to You By

Brought to You By

I'm Looking Out For You

I'm Looking Out For You

We are filming on a dark hallway.  One single four by four strip light shines a blueish tint on the face of Marshall Owens and the mask of the UTA World Champion La Flama Blanca. The camera man hides behind an opened door and films the two secretly. He zooms in close but gets a fuzzy picture. It is evened out and the microphone is picking up their voices.

La Flama Blanca: Marshall… I’m tired of him giving us the silent treatment. I’m tired of him picking and choosing when he shows up. Most of the time I don’t know if he’s in the same room with us or not… I don’t like it.

Owens puts his hands up as to back his client away a bit. Owens has his eyes closed as he goes to speak.

Owens: Sean hasn’t been himself lately. He hasn’t been the same since Texas.

LFB: Jesus, you can say that again. Hey… if he lost his smile then he needs to do the honorable thing and say so. We are going forward, not doing the same ole.

Owens rolls his eyes at the last remark. Owens gestures with his hands as he talks to The Champion.

Owens: I told you… I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone involved. I’m NOT just looking out for myself. I’m looking out for you. I’m looking out for Claude. I’m looking out for Mikey and Kendrix as well.

Owens pauses for a second.

Owens: I also am looking out for Sean Jackson. Give him some more time. Sean is very methodical.

LFB puts his left arm out to his side as he grips the UTA World Title on his right shoulder. He begins to mock his attorney.

LFB: Sean is very methodical, wah wah wah wah wah. Sean is making me feel like everything isn’t good with us. If… he can’t get over Black Horizon…

Owens interjects himself.

Owens: Champ… next week he’ll be here. I’ll be in contact with him-

LFB cuts of his attorney, pointing his finger in Owens’ face.

LFB: What’s going on, Marshall? Why is he not here? TELL ME.

Owens: Nothing is going on, nothing at all. Look, you need to be patient. Sean is going to come around.

LFB: Marshall, I have so much on my mind… next week the Tag Team titles are on the line. Then it’s Ring King, Ace In The Hole… I DON’T need this.

Owens does his best to calm his client down. He knows LFB is frustrated and rightfully so.

Owens: Don’t let this ruin your preparation for tonight. You’re in the Main Event… time to show them why you’re the best in the world.

LFB looks down and exhales a deep breathe. Marshall Owens pats him on the shoulder as they walk further down the hallway and into the light.

La Flama Blanca/Kendrix vs. Lew Smith/Chris Hopper

As the pyro explodes, the figure of "Too Cool" Chris Hopper steps out from behind the curtain. Hopper is wearing his blue wrestling tights, black boots, complete with sunglasses and the crowd gives him a loud reception.

Williams: And here comes a true legend of the sport!

Fury: Did you say legend Jennifer? Dick thinks Hopper is overrated.  

He walks down to the ring, reaching out to slap hands with the fans on each side of the barricade. Chris even stops and allows one lucky female fan to take a selfie with him.

Announcer: Hailing from Paoli, Indiana

He reaches the ringside area and slides under the bottom rope and enters 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, who are already chanting his name over and over.

Williams: Chris Hopper hoping to get his hands on La Flama Blanca here tonight in this tag match.

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.

The camera moves up to the top of the ramp.

Williams: The fans love this guy!

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: His partner....

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: 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: Tag teama ction like only the UTA can bring is up next!

Clicking his neck, shoulders and fingers, he assumes a stance, ready to fight.

Williams: Lew Smith and Chris Hopper are ready!

Short Change Hero by the Heavy begins to play.

As the opening riffs begin La Flama Blanca and Kendrix walk out on the stage ramp walking in tandem down towards the ring.

Williams: The World Champion and Kendrix looking to represent Dynasty here tonight in tag action.

Fury: Not only the World champion, but he is also the Tag Team Champion! This match is one of his many specialties!

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

Announcer: Representing Dynasty....

Kendrix slides into the ring as La Flama Blanca walks up the ring stairs and enters in through the top and second rope before they both take their positions around the ring.

Announcer: Weighing in at a combined four hunderd and thirty two pounds...

Both members take their places on opposite turnbuckles taunting the crowd below that answers back with boos and jeers.


They both jump down and meet in the middle to discuss a few things as the referee shakes them down for any weapons.

Williams: Main event action coming your way!

La Flama Blanca nods a few times and decides to take position on the outside of the ring, as Kendrix stays on the inside prepared to start their tag team bout.

Williams: Kendrix will start this one off against Lew Smith.

Fury: That's how you establish yourself in Dynasty right there, take charge!

The bell sounds. Kendrix moves in quick to land a Running Boot but misses Smith completely. Kendrix charges Smith again and is sent to the canvas with an armdrag. They both quickly get up as Kendrix charges Lew again.

Williams: Another armdrag sends Kendrix to the canvas.

Both snap back up. Smith now lands some hard lefts pushing Kendrix in the corner. Working his mid section with combinations.

Williams: Smith with heavy blows to Dynasty's newest member who had hoped to catch him off guard early.

Kendrix stops the assualt and tosses Smith into the corner. He throws Lew’s arms behind the top rope.

Fury: Knife edge chops now by Kendrix!

Kendrix begins taking Smith to town with knife edge chops. Pausing in between. La Flama Blanca brings a leg up, kicking Smith in the back from the apron.

Williams: That kick from the World champion connecting with Lew Smith.

Smith stumbles out of the corner towards the ropes leaning his body across the top rope as he walks.

Williams: Kendrix grabbing Smith again. Hard whip.

Kendrix sends Smith into the ropes and across the ring. Smith comes back at Kendrix and flips around putting his legs around the waist of Kendrix. Kendrix raises Smith up and slams him face first to the canvas.

Williams: Big time reversal by Kendrix.

Fury: That right there is why he is in Dynasty Jennifer. Kendrix is just great.

Kendrix goes on the attack kicking at the knees of Lew Smith. Kendrix picks up the right leg of Lew Smith and smashes it into the canvas.

Fury: Smart move. Take Smith’s legs out of the equation and force him to wrestle his way to a decision.

Kendrix smashes the same leg into the canvas again. The fans boo Kendrix and he yells at the crowd.

WIlliams: We saw this in the last match against Amy Harrison. The knees can make or break someone's momentum.

Kendrix grabs one of Smith’s legs and locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab.

Williams: Smith is in the middle of the ring. No where to go.

Fury: A beautiful Boston Crab there! La Flama Blanca approves.

Smith slams his hands on the canvas in pain. Kendrix leans back further putting even more strain on the lower back of Lew Smith. Blanca claps on the apron as Chris Hopper yells for Lew while trying to reach over the top rope for a tag, but not close enough at all.

Williams: Smith is not giving up.

Fury: He should. Once Kendrix has you, it's game over.

Lew Smith pushes himself up and begins stepping with his hands closer and closer to the ropes.

Williams: Smith is almost to the ropes.

Smith lunges himself to the bottom rope and grabs it.

Williams: Kendrix forced to break the hold.

Fury: Kendrix not letting the hold go. Taking the count to four.

Kendrix lets Smith’s leg go and stands over Lew. Kendrix gets cocky and stops his offense. After a few moments of gloating, Kendrix watches Smith get to his feet close to the ring ropes. Kendrix hits the ropes and comes at Lew Smith.

WIlliams: Smith ducks and pulls down the top rope!

Kendrix crashing to the outside. The fans go crazy.

Fury: Oh come on.

Kendrix holds his head as he lay on his back on the mat on top the cement floor. Smith lay on the canvas taking a blow.

Williams: Smith needs to take advantage of this.

La Flama Blanca leaps to the floor and heads around the ring toward Kendrix. Hopper leaps down as well.

Williams: La Flama Blanca trying to help Kendrix to his feet, here comes Chris Hopper!

Blanca looks up, seeing Hopper. Quickly he pushes up and slides into the ring. Hopper reaches in behind him under the bottom rope, unable to get his hands on him before Blanca is across the ring and out of the other side.

Williams: La Flama Blanca high tailing it as quickly as he can to escape Chris Hopper.

Fury: Not to escape Chris Hopper. That's La Flama Blanca using his intelligence to outwit Hopper. Something most of the superstars in the UTA wouldn't know how to use.

Hopper turns his attention to Kendrix, picking him up from the floor and rolling him into the ring as Lew comes to. Smith crawls over and throws an arm over him. The referee slides down.

Williams: Kendrix kicks out at two.

Both la Flama Blanca and Chris Hopper make their way back to the apron.

Williams: Lew Smith pulling himself up with the ropes, as Kendrix crawls toward the champion.

Fury: He makes this tag and this one's over.

Kendrix reaches up as Blanca reaches in. Lew Smith turns to see just as they touch hands.

Williams: Here we go! The World champion in this now!

Lew Smith comes forward with a palm strike to the chest of La Flama Blanca as he enters the ring. He grabs his chest and stumbles back as Smith leaps forward, coming up with his left leg, bringing it down and shooting his right up for a direct kick to the sternum of Blanca, who continues to stumble back, this time into the ropes which catch him.

Williams: The martial arts training of Lew Smith coming in handy here, keeping La Flama Blanca unable to enter this ring on the offense!

Fury: You can't treat the champion like that!

Blanca, still leaning on the ropes and holding his chest looks up at Lew who comes toward him. Smith takes a swing at La Flama Blanca's head, but misses as Blanca ducks down and slides behind Lew.

Williams: La Flama Blanca using his speed to quickly getting out of harms way.

Fury: That's that quick thinking and intelligence right there!

Lew turns quickly toward Blanca. As he moves in for the attack again, La Flama Blanca side steps and jets toward the ropes. Lew, once again finding himself needing to turn toward his opponent, does so just in time to see La Flama Blanca leap to the second rope and use it to launch himself with a quarter turn moonsault.

Williams: La Flama Blanca caught by Lew Smith.

Fury: Lucky catch!

Williams: Lew Smith runs, and leaps, throwing La Flama Blanca to the canvas with a slam!

La Flama Blanca holds his back in pain on the canvas as Lew Smith springs back into action, coming down with a devastating stomp.

Williams: Lew Smith in complete control as Chris Hopper cheers him on.

Fury: Notice Hopper has yet to get in the ring. He's scared.

Williams: Lew Smith needs to make a tag and let the fresh Chris Hopper in.

Fury: He's a glory hog, he wont do that. All of these fans cheer him, but Lew Smith is only in it for himself.

Williams: That is totally untrue Dick.

Smith reaches down, lifting La Flama Blaca up by his head and left arm.

Williams: La Flama Blanca now back on his feet. Lew Smith follows up with a series of knife edge chops to his already glowing chest.

Smith strikes again, this time La Flama Blanca moves slightly to the side, catching his arm and using his own momentum, to drag Lew Smith over. The fans boo.

Williams: La Flama Blanca with an arm drag, getting his first real bit of offense in for this match. These two met a few weeks ago for the World title, in which Lew won before James Wingate reversed the decision.

Fury: Rightly so at that!

Lew rolls over and pops up as quickly as he was taken down. He burst forward and into yet another arm drag by the waiting La Flama Blanca.

Williams: Another arm drag. La Flama Blanca now starting to build an offense. Can he turn this around for Dynasty?

Both men get up. Blanca quickly shoots forward with a kick of his own.

Williams: Lew Smith catches the foot of la Flama Blanca. It was a good tr... Blanca turns it into an Enziguri!

As his foot connects with the side of Lew Smith's head, Smith lets go and falls to the side, hitting the canvas.

Williams: Spot on kick by La Flama Blanca who may have changed the tides here in our bout.

Blanca runs, hitting the ropes. As he returns he drops down.

Williams: Baseball slide connecting with the head of Lew Smith.

Fury: Once he gets going, Blanca is quick as a lightning strike. That right there is why he is champion Jennifer!

Williams: Lew Smith focused on La Flama Blanca's upper body, leaving his most valuable assets, his legs for speed, open. Now La Fama Blanca using that to his advantage.

The fans boo as La Flama Blanca pops back to his feet. He runs toward the ropes, leaping up and slamming a forearm into the face of Chris Hopper, sending him down to the floor.

Williams: La Flama Blanca sending Hopper down, keeping Smith in this one longer!

Slowly, Lew Smith turns over holding his head. He gets to a knee as La Flama Blanca turns toward him, moving in.

Williams: Lew Smith getting to his feet. La Flama Blanca is ready...

Blanca steps back before coming forward with a beautifully executed superkick, connecting perfectly as Smith rises.


Fury: Ha! It's over!

As Lew hits the canvas, Blanca quickly leaps on top of him, going for the pin. The referee slides into position.

Williams: The champion may have it here...

Chris Hopper slides into the ring under the bottom rope running toward the two. Kendrix quickly enters as well, but is unable to stop him before Hopper falls down with an axe handle, slamming into the back of La Flama Blanca.

Williams: Chris Hopper breaking the pin up.

Kendrix brings a series of forearms down across the back of Chris Hopper.

Fury: Look at Kendrix go! No fear at all in this guy right here!

Williams: Hopper to a knee as Kendrix continues to batter him.

Kendrix runs back, hitting the ropes.

Williams: Kendrix on the return now... Raising kne- NO!

As he brings a knee up, Hopper leaps and turns, grabbing his head and coming down.


Fury: Do your damn job ref and get him out of there!

La Flama Blanca rolls over and pushes up as does Hopper.

Williams: La Flama Blanca rushes Chris Hopper... Hopper with the boot... ICE BREAKER ON THE CHAMPION!


Blanca's knees his the canvas and his body pops up and flips over before finally resting on the canvas. The fans are on their feet for Chris Hopper.

Williams: Chris Hopper finally getting his hands on La Flama Blanca after weeks of chasing!


Hopper starts toward Blanca, but the referee gets in between them, telling him to get back to his corner.

Fury: Finally, the referee doing something right. If Dynasty loses this, Dick demands he be fired for incompetence!

Kendrix rolls over to the edge of the apron, trying to come to himself as La Flama Blanca and Lew Smith lay in the ring. The referee begins to count.

Williams: One of these two need to get to their feet!

Fury: Get up champ!

On the apron, Kendrix uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Once up, he reaches over the top rope, yelling for La Flama Blanca.

Williams: The referee is at seven.. we could see both men counted out!

They both begin to move, crawling toward their corners as the referee continues to count. As he hits nine, both men leap up, tagging their partners in.


Lew and Blanca both roll to the apron and to the floor on their sides.

Williams: Kendrix charging Chris Hopper!

Kendrix ducks the arms of Chris Hopper and turns around as Chris does. But as he turns, Kendrix brings his right hand up slamming it into the side of Chris hopper's face.

Williams: Big right by Kendrix!

Fury: Dynasty showing they don't back down from anyone!

Chris Hopper, stunned, pauses for a moment before coming with a big right hand that sends Kendrix to the canvas.

Williams: Oh, that hard right by The King of Cool.

Kendrix leans on one knee, holding himself up with his left hand and holding his forehead with his right. Chris Hopper grabs Kendrix and lifts him up, twisting around and almost throwing Kendrix into the corner.

Williams: Chris Hopper now with a big right hand. Another AND another!

Kendrix begins to slouch.

Williams: Right to the midsection of Kendrix.

Kendrix moves to a seated position in the corner now. Using the ropes he begins to get up as Chris Hopper moves in and hooks his arm. With force, Hopper pulls back and tosses Kendrix over and to the canvas.

Williams: Hip toss out of the corner by Chris Hopper who is the freshest in this match.

Kendrix lets out a yelp as he arches up, holding his back. Kendrix rolls over and still tries to get up but is met with another right from Hopper before Chris throws him into the ropes where Kendrix grabs the top and holds himself up.

Williams: Chris Hopper following up with a boot to the gut of Kendrix. He grabs his arm... whip across the ring.

As Kendrix hits the other side, he grabs the top rope to stop himself, and drops to the canvas, rolling out of the ring.

Williams: Kendrix trying to gather himself now by getting out of the ring.

Fury: Dynasty smarts!

Kendrix yells at the booing crowd as he walks around the ring. As it looks like he will in fact head back up the ramp, Chris Hopper leans over the ropes and grabs his head, turning him around.

Williams: Hopper using that pure strength to pull Kendrix to the apron.

Kendrix reaches up and grabs Hopper's head, then jumps down so that the ropes go into the throat of Chris Hopper. He is sent up and stumbles back.

Williams: Kendrix on the apron and now climbing the turnbuckle from outside of the ring.

Chris Hopper turns around and comes forward with a big rising uppercut to the jaw of Kendrix. Hopper reaches up and grabs the thigh of Kendrix, and then his head. He lifts up, and sends Kendrix over and crashing into the canvas.

Williams: Chris Hopper only momentarily disoriented continues to dominate this match.

Kendrix is checked on by the referee as he arches up and holds his back again. He rolls over to his hands and knees, but is met by Chris Hopper who reaches down and grabs his head.

Williams: Chris Hopper now controlling Kendrix, introduces his head to the corner turnbuckle.

Fury: Come on Kendrix! Fight back! You're Dynasty!

Kendrix is turned around, back first into the corner as Chris Hopper follows up with an elbow across his chest. He walks a few feet away and turns back. As Chris Hopper comes back, Kendrix comes forward with a quick boot to the midsection, followed by a right to the head of a now hunched over Chris Hopper.

Williams: Kendrix fighting back. Another hard right.

Kendrix grabs the head of Chris Hopper and bends him down as he forces him back into the corner and follows up with another big punch.

Williams: Kendrix grabs the arm of Chris Hopper, going for a whip... no, reversed! Kendrix sent across the ring and into the opposite corner hard. Chris Hopper runs, smashing Kendrix up against that corner post with a clothesline.

Chris Hopper turns to the fans who are cheering him. But for the split second his back is turned to Kendrix, Kendrix drops forward, wraps his hard under Chris Hopper's thigh and rolls him back into a school boy, quickly throwing his feet up on the rope for added leverage. The referee drops and hits the canvas but stops at one pointing out the feet of Kendrix.

Williams: Kendrix trying to capitalize on Chris Hopper's back being turned but was caught trying to cheat his way into a victory.

Fury: Win by any means Jennifer. That is why Dynasty is the best!

Chris Hopper and Kendrix both start to get up. before Hopper can get all the way up, Kendrix comes forward with a knee to his midsection followed by a punch to the back of the head.

Williams: Kendrix trying to even thing sup a bit against the six foot nine Chris Hopper.

Chris stumbles back and into the corner. Kendrix follows him, climbing to the second rope and begins choking Hopper. The referee yells at him to stop.

Williams: Kendrix looking to put Chris Hopper out however he can, but our vigilant referee doing his job.

Fury: Of what? Getting in the way? This referee has been anti-Dynasty this whole match!

Kendrix climbs down and follows up with a big right, followed by a quick kick to the midsection of Chris Hopper who is still stuck in the corner.

Williams: Another right. Kendrix grabs the arm of Hopper and goes for another whip.. reversed again!

As Kendrix hits the corner, Chris runs at him. However, Kendrix is ready this time as he uses the ropes to lift himself up and throws his legs out, catching Hopper in the face. Chris stumbles back.

Williams: Kendrix takes off.

Hopper sees him, steps slightly to the side, and scoops him up, bringing Kendrix to the canvas.

Williams:  Sideway slam by Chris Hopper!

Chris Hopper heads to the corner, stepping through the ropes and begins to climb.

Williams: It appears the large Chris Hopper is going up top!

Fury: Dick hopes he falls and breaks his neck!

As he gets up, and has trouble perching, Kendrix looks up and sees him. La Flama Blanca, who is now up, runs across the apron and shoves Hopper, causing him to lose his balance and come down across the turnbuckle, groin first.

Williams: Oh come on.


Kendrix smiles as he points at the champion before he leaps to the second rope and uses it to launch himself sideways, with a drop kick to Chris Hopper jolts back and is dazed.

Williams: That springboard dropkick able to subdue Chris Hopper. Kendrix now climbing the turnbuckle.

Kendrix wraps his arm around Hopper's neck.

Williams: Kendrix looking to be going for a superplex now, to continue his momentum.


Kendrix lifts and Hopper's large frames goes up and over, with both men crashing to the canvas.

Williams: He got him! Superplex by Kendrix! Amazing!

Fury: Not amazing... Just Dynasty!

Both men lay on the canvas, Kendrix as hurt as Chris Hopper. The referee begins to count.

Williams: Both mend own, the referee counting. Now Kendrix moving, over.. he pins Chris Hopper!

Fury: He's going to do it!

Williams: NO! Lateral press sends Kendrix up and off of Chris Hopper!

As Kendrix hits the canvas he rolls up to a knee and starts to stand. Chris sits up, turns over and pushes up himself. Kendrix turns to see Hopper and throws his hands up, begging for him to stay back but Hopper only replies with a big right hand.

Williams: Hopper rocking Kendrix now!

La Flama Blanca slaps Kendrix in the back.

Williams: Tag made, I don't think Hopper saw it!

Chris sends Kendrix across the ring.

Williams: Kendrix on the return.. Hopper grabs him.. SPINEBUSTER!

Behind him, Blanca waits. Hopper gets to his feet raising one arm up. Lew Smith, looks up from his corner, pointing. Chris turns just as Blanca shoots forward.


He quickly runs and shoots another, catching Lew, sending him flying from the apron.


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

Announcer: The winners of this match via pin fall.... DYNASSSTYYY!!!


La Flama Blanca has his hand raised by the referee as Chris rolls over, pushing up to his elbows, shaking his head and realizing what just happened. He begins to push himself up.

Williams: Hopper getting to his feet.

Blanca quickly runs across the ring, sliding to his knees, and pushing Kendrix under the bottom rope to the floor before following. He grabs him by the side and backs away from the ring as Hopper charges the ropes, grabbing the top rope, leaning over and yelling as Blanca and Kendrix back away.

Williams: Chris Hopper is not happy folks. Dynasty with the win tonight, but it is not over between La Flama Blanca and Chris Hopper, that I am sure of.

Fury: Hey, he wants to continue to eat kicks, more power to him!

The Dynasty theme starts up as Hopper stomps in the ring, with Lew holding himself up on the apron outside of the ring, looking across at the two leaving.

Williams: The road to Ring King continues as Dynasty comes out victorious. For the UTA, I am Jennifer Williams..

Fury: And this is Dick!

Williams: Good night folks!

As Lew gets into the ring, he and Chris Hopper stare up the ramp at La Flama Blanca and Kendrix on top of the stage staring back. The copy right comes up and we fade to black.

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