Post by Bishop on Sept 26, 2015 0:34:16 GMT -5
(The streamstream.com feed goes live as the clock strikes 8:00 pm and we are viewing a disclaimer logo, something about not disseminating the following footage without express written consent etc., the words are laid over a static UWR log, it fades and we cut to)
The scene opens up on Baltimore-Washington International Airport where a jet is making its final approach. The jet touches down and take a rather long time taxiing into the terminal. The scene then cuts to the inside of the terminal right when the doors are opening up. An old couple and a wheelchair exit first along with a smattering of people one would expect to see going about their daily business. A man rounds the corner who is at least a head taller than most of the other people and the camera focuses on him. He most notably has long blonde dreadlocks and gucci sunglasses. He's wearing a luau shirt with only a few lower buttons done, exposing his sculpted chest for the world to see and he has a backpack slung over his shoulder in a way that is too careless to be careless. He carries a scowl on his face and right behind him exiting the plane is a frazzled woman with three kids below the age of eight. One of the kids makes a break for it down the terminal and the tall man quickly grabs the kid by his pants and slings him up over his free shoulder.
Woman: Johnathan! We're already late! Sir...you don't need to...
Kristof: (Turning to the woman and smiling) I've got him until we get our bags. You've only got two hands.
The woman expresses her gratitude profusely as they both head off to baggage claim. The woman grabs her bags and Kristof sets the kid down, putting his hand on the wheely suitcase the woman has with her.
Kristof: Now you're going to be good and help your mom out right? I better not get a letter from your mom here saying you wouldn't help out!
Kristof grabs his bag from the carousel and heads off to customs. Surprisingly the line is short and he is able to get to the front rather quickly. He hands his Norwegian passport to the tired looking man and hoists his bag and backpack onto the counter.
Man: What's the purpose of your visit? Business or pleasure?
Kristof: (winking) Bit of both actually
The man opens up the backpack and pulls out a Nintendo 3DS, an iPod with headphones, and a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. He looks at the book and raises an eyebrow at Kristof. He goes back to work and pulls out knee pads and a pair of tights with a marijuana leaf emblazoned on them. He looks from the tights to Kristof questioningly.
Kristof: I'm a wrestler. That's my gear. I'm here to work for a fed.
The man puts everything back in the backpack and opens up the suitcase. On top, wrapped carefully in a luau shirt is a 2 foot perfectly clean glass bong.
Man: Sir, is this...?
Kristof: uh....that's not illegal to own...
Man: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me.
*Three Hours Later*
Kristof exits the airport with a surly look on his face and looks around quickly before spotting a cab and sprinting to it. The cab driver opens up the trunk but Kristof slams it shut, opens the door, and chucks his bags inside before getting in.
Kristof: The Power Plant. I need to get there 30 minutes ago! (mutters) I can't believe they confiscated my bong...
Fade out as the cab speeds away.
(The feed returns as we are now broadcasting inside Power Plat Live!, the outdoor concert venue in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. About 1200 fans pack in around the ring, a greyish mat surrounded by black and teal ropes, and purple ring posts, the camera pans around cutting amid several angles of the venue and the crowd, neon signs from the surrounding bars and businesses light up the whole square as the camera swings down to the announce table)
(Jesse Wright and Francis Omega are seated at ringside at a table, Jesse dressed to the nines in a very nicely tailored suit, Francis however, is sporting a Mohawk, with his own merchandise shirt on, a lime green affair with the Omega sign on it and some other text)
Wright: Hello Everyone and Welcome to Underground Wrestling Revolution, and welcome to Christening the special one night only event, where here tonight in front of this live audience at Power Plant Live!, and streaming live to all of you around the world, we will crown the first Underground Heavyweight Champion. My name is Jesse Wright, and beside me is my partner Francis Omega and Francis we have one hell of a contest to bring these fine folks this evening.
Omega: That’s right Jesse. I don’t know what else these people could possibly ask for when it comes to kicking things off with a bang. UWR is doing that here tonight, with the Underground X match, 6 guys all racing to climb across those wires and retrieve the Underground Heavyweight Championship strapped around the center.
Wright: Right you are Francis, and one of our competitors, Kristof Rastasson looks like he’s already having a difficult time getting out of the blocks and getting himself prepared for this matchup here tonight.
Omega: I gotta tell you Jesse, I’ve never been in a match like this before. But when it comes to this business, preparation can be everything, and it looks like Kristof is not going to have much of an opportunity to prepare himself mentally for the challenge he faces here tonight.
Wright: And fans before we get under way here tonight, for those of you wondering if we were going to here from Brandon Bishop here tonight. He would like everyone to know, that rather than waste the time of the people and of Power Plant Live! This great venue we have here tonight, he would much rather let this match speak for itself, and address the crowd afterwards.
Omega: A man of action you gotta appreciate that Jesse.
Wright: And with that let’s take it to the ring and Lorelei Cassidy!
(The camera shifts to the ring where an attractive blonde woman stands center ring, she is clad in a pant suit, but with a UWR t-shirt under her sport coat, she raises the microphone)
Lorelei: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is the special Underground X Match!!
(Lorelei gestures to the structure around the ring, four trusses have been erected in each of the rings four corners, each truss extends about 8 feet above each ring post, and from the four trusses cables criss cross one another forming an X about 12 feet above the mat, in the center where the two cables cross, the Underground Heavyweight Championship belt is snapped around the two cables resting with its center medallion facing down into the ring)
Lorelei: In this match, the first individual to retrieve the championship belt from the center of the cables will be named the winner and….the NEW! Underground Heavyweight Champion!!
(Lorelei gestures up toward the belt again as the 1200 fans in attendance cheer in appreciation)
Lorelei: Introducing first…
(Let’s Go Dippin’ by King Tee begins blaring over the speakers as The Pimps of Wrestling come through the doorway to PBR and stand atop a platform overlooking a flight of stairs that lead down to the ringside area)
Wright: A very interesting set up we have here with Power Plant Live!, it seems that the wrestlers have used the PBR bar as their dressing room and the stairs leading up to it will serve as the entryway.
Omega: And look at this man here, he’s got a big advantage Jesse. OPP is coming into this match with help, that’s two sets of eyes on that title belt at all times.
Wright: Very true Francis, and there are no rules about having DMC accompanying his partner to ringside.
(OPP and DMC begin C-Walking up on the landing as the crowd catcall and seem generally entertained by them, Opp is clad in green and white short trunks, and sports a flat top and goatee, his partner DMC is clad in a faded De La Sould t-shirt and baggy jeans with fresh white sneakers)
Lorelei: From Compton, California, weighing in at 350 pounds, representing the Pimps of Wrestling, and being accompanied to the ring by his partner DMC, he is O…P….P!!!
(The two men climb into the ring and OPP stands stoically while DMC poses in front of him comically, OPP sets his sights on the steps he just came from as The Horror by RJD2 replaces the previous track, the crowd really picks up at the sound of the song)
Wright: You can tell these Baltimoreans know who to expect next, they’ve been following this guy and his vignettes the past couple of weeks, and they are very excited to see the Luchador from Mars in action.
Omega: Let’s get a little composure here Jesse, this guy has got to be a little touched in the head right? I mean, there’s no way he’s actually from Mars!
Wright: Regardless of where he’s from, fans from around the world are equally excited to see him in action.
(Dark green tights and mask, and a strange four pointed star painted on his chest are the first things noticeable about 3rd Kind as he blasts through the doorway and stands ready at the top of the stairs, he stands there drinking it all in for a moment before beginning his descent)
Lorelei: From Outta This World, weighing in at 170 pounds, here is 3rd Kind!!!
(3rd Kind slides under the bottom rope, and plants his feet throwing the Vulcan sign into the air as the crowd all respond to it in kind)
Wright: As I said very popular, you have to believe that feeding off of this crowd is going to help 3rd Kind in a big big way.
Omega: Not to mention, he’s the smallest guy in this match by a pretty large margin. Which also means he’s going to be able to get across those cables faster than anyone else too more than likely.
(“Zero”by Smashing Pumpkins kicks up on the PA and a man clad in Ultramine tights with silver lightning trim, and a Banksy Grin Reaper t-shirt steps up to the top of the flight of stairs)
Lorelei: From Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 220 pounds, Reno Mustang!!!
(Reno begins slowly stomping down the stairs, his pace very deliberate, he stops a few times along the way to grin at harassing fans)
Omega: You have to like Mustang’s chances in this match Jesse, the guy has a mean streak a mile long, and incapacitating your opponents can be a suitable replacement for quickness crossing the cables.
Wright: He’s certainly got enough experience in hurting people that’s for sure.
(Mustang peels the t-shirt off and moves over to one of the opposite sides of the ring, refusing to share the space with 3rd Kind and the Pimps of Wrestling)
Omega: Now how does this thing work with both of the Pimps of Wrestling out here though Jesse, there aren’t any rules to having DMC out here to watch your back, but he’s not officially in the match is that right?
Wright: That’s exactly right Francis. This match has no disqualifications, so there is no easy way to ban someone from ringside. However, he is not an active participant, and if he were to climb up there and retrieve the title belt, it would be meaningless.
(The Metamorphosis Melody by Midnattsol replaces the Pumpkins, and the fans are left sitting for quite a while as no one appears from the doorway)
Wright: Well we were afraid of this fans, we knew that Kristof was having a difficult time getting to the venue, but we certainly hoped he would be here in time to get out here and compete.
Omega: This is what I was talking about earlier about preparation, the guy isn’t even in the building yet, how can anyone expect him to compete in a match like this.
(A loud tire screech can be heard and across from the steps, the entry way to Power Plant Live! Is seen, bursting forth from the back seat, tightening the arm band on his right arm with his teeth, it the color of the Norwegian flag, on his opposite arm is another armband in the stylings of the Jamaican flag, he hands some money over to the cab driver and storms over to the entrance, the ticket takers are holding him up and giving him a hard time, to which Kristof gestures first toward his wrestling tights, and then to the ring where his song is still playing, the ticket takers finally relent and let Kristof pass, his hair disheveled and his whole appearance looking a bit off)
Wright: It looks like Kristof had to change in the car.
Omega: Ha ha, yeah it does, couldn’t have happened to a nicer weirdo.
Lorelei: From Kongsvinger, Norway, weighing in at 231 pounds. He is Kristof “The Vanilla Rasta” Rastasson!!!
(The crowd seem a little confused as Kristof makes his way through them and toward the guard rail, he hops over and slides into the ring, giving us a better view of his solid black long tights, with the cannabis leaf on each knee cap, his blonde dreadlocks and braided beard appear almost white under the ring lights)
(Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top explodes over the loud speakers as Brody Gates steps through the doorway, looking absolutely disgusted by his surroundings, he is dressed incredibly well in a designer business suit, with a red power tie, and pin striped shirt underneath that complements the red well, he makes his way down the steps)
Lorelei: From Wall Street, New York. Weighing in at 200 pounds, he is “The Sharp Dressed Man” Brody Gates!!!
(Brody completes his descent and steps toward the ring, he looks around briefly and points at a single gentleman in the front row, the young man is sporting a Baltimore Orioles t-shirt and hat and looks mildly intoxicated. Brody fishes into his suit coat and removes a very thick wad of money from an inner pocket. Brody removes the clip and shuffles through the money very quickly before aggressively pulling a single one dollar bill (very crisp) from the rest of the stack)
Wright: What the hell is this guy doing?
Omega: Maybe he’s trying to buy the title, it should be worth more than a dollar though.
Wright: Or maybe he’s about to insult one of our great fans here in Baltimore.
Omega: Or maybe, he’s trying to class this place up a bit, I mean let’s face it Jesse, Baltimore could use it.
(Brody confidently saunters over to the man he pointed out and says something to him that the camera doesn’t quite catch, something along the lines of “Sorry you have to wear that ridiculous outfit, better luck next year I guess” Brody then pitches the one dollar bill at the man who tries to reach out aggressively to Brody, only to fall onto the pavement on the other side of the guard rail, and be escorted away by security, as Brody looks on laughing, he then removes his coat and tie, and hands them off to one of the greenies from the ring crew, instructing them to take his belongings backstage, Brody then unbuttons his collar and begins rolling up his sleeves meticulously, just then The Hamster Dance picks up over the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely bananas)
Wright: I never thought I would see this man back in the ring, but here we are about to see it live!
Omega: Talk about a fan favorite, this guy definitely has a reputation to live up to here tonight.
Lorelei: From New Orleans, Louisiana. Weighing in at 220 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Buddy “Love” Johansson!!!
(Buddy comes through the doorway and to the top of the steps, adorned in khaki pants and a Hawaiian shirt, he is tossing the Mr. T level amount of beads from around his neck into the crowd)
Wright: Here he is folks, the former champion himself Buddy “Love” Johansson and he is looking like the same competitor that we say 7 or so years ago wouldn’t you say Francis.
Omega: Well what I can say is that he’s old, a hell of a lot older than anyone else in this match. And yeah he looks like he’s kept himself in good shape somehow, but I have no idea how he intends to keep up with the young bucks in that ring.
Wright: Well at age 54 I’m sure that Buddy is well aware of his limitations, and his experience is what is going to give him an edge here tonight.
(Referee Tanya Roberts stands in the center of the ring, barking instructions at the six competitors. Reno Mustang still on the floor, has little interest in what she has to say, Tanya then backs off and then calls for the bell)
Wright: Here we go this is it!!
DING DING DING!
(At the sound of the bell a flurry of action kicks us off as four of the six competitors immediately make a bee line for one of the corners and begin scaling the turnbuckles to get at the cables, Buddy Love, and Kristof both begin scaling on opposite sides from one another, meanwhile Brody Gates begins climbing the ropes closest to him, and Reno Mustang climbs up the ring post from his spot on the floor and up the turnbuckles from the opposite side, meanwhile in the ring, 3rd Kind looks around confused at all of the men climbing the ropes, and OPP stands stoically still looking at the masked man in front of him)
Wright: Getting an early look at the size difference here.
(3rd Kind charges ahead and bumps into OPP trying to create space, the man barely budges however and instead reaches out and grabs 3rd Kind by the back of his neck, meanwhile above, the four men have all transitioned into traversing the cables overhead, hand over hand, inching their way closer to the title. OPP pulls 3rd Kind back toward him and cinches him up in a belly to belly position, before hurling him overhead into the dangling body of Kristof Rastasson who was climbing across the cables right behind the big man, both 3rd Kind and Kristof crash violently to the mat looking a lot like a car wreck)
Omega: Now that’s the kind of stuff I want to see Jesse. Aggressive, powerful, just raw intensity in there from OPP, not playing any games with these goofballs.
Wright: That for sure, was not a pleasant sight.
(Buddy Love and Brody Gates continue climbing across, getting to close to one another as they begin kicking each other trying to loosen the grip of the other, meanwhile, Reno is making a very slow and methodical pace toward the center of the cables, he doesn’t get long to think about it, however, as he is yanked down by his ankles and clotheslined to the mat by OPP, Brody and Buddy both end up landing a kick at the right time as they both come crashing down from the cables to the mat below)
Wright: And we are back to square one. Gotta give it to those guys for trying to end this one early.
Omega: There is a tremendous amount of strategy that comes into play here Jesse. You want to sufficiently weaken your opponents before trying for the belt, or you’re in for one bad landing. Credit has to go to OPP for not getting ahead of himself, realizing that he’s a big guy, who is going to need time to get across those cables, he’s just in there to do damage right now.
(OPP is the lone man standing for a beat, before Buddy Love and the others make their way to their feet. Buddy stands toe to toe with OPP landing hard and technical boxing blows, OPP absorbs them visibly grimacing and responds in kind with a huge clubbing forearm to the back of Buddy Love, he attempts to stalk after him, but is spun around by Kristof who begins blasting OPP with forearms, a knee to the already tenderized rib cage of Kristof stops him in his tracks, and Reno comes to assist OPP as they beat Kristof into the ground with kicks and stomps. The two men drag Kristof up to an upright position again and double whip him off the far side, Kristof ducks the attempted double clothesline by OPP and Reno and comes off the far side with a big time double clothesline taking both men off their feet. 3rd Kind meanwhile has gotten to his feet and charges forward with a big double dropkick, planting a foot into the chest of each man. Brody stands alone and begins making a move for one of the corners again, but is caught up by his belt by Buddy Love who taunts with the “No No No” finger before picking Brody up for a nasty atomic drop, Brody hops around holding his backside before turning around and getting leveled with a clothesline up and over the top rope and to the floor.)
Wright: Fast and furious action here thus far, and it really seems to be difficult for any one man to gain an advantage.
Omega: That should be expected Jesse, none of these guys have eyes in the back of their heads, for every great thing you do in there, there’s somebody waiting just behind you to take you out of this match and give themselves a better chance to get it done.
(Buddy gets blasted by a forearm shiver to the back by Kristof, who also fights off an approaching OPP with another big kick to the stomach, he blasts Buddy with a hard European uppercut, and then shifts over and blasts OPP with one, he returns to Buddy with another hard European uppercut, and repeats it again with OPP, he goes back and forth a few times before 3rd Kind approaches and catches a blistering chop to the chest for his efforts, sending him scurrying away, the brief interruption allows OPP to grab Kristof in a rear waistlock, but the Vanilla Rasta performs a standing switch and with a great effort takes OPP over with a huge german suplex, Kristof gets to his feet and ducks a Buddy Love punch before hooking him up and german suplexing him down next, 3rd Kind is the next to get grabbed up and tossed over head, but he corrects in mid air and manages to land on his feet, 3rd Kind pauses for a second before turning right into a massive roaring elbow from Reno Mustang which floors him, Reno doesn’t get long to enjoy his moment however as Kristof leaps from behind Reno and drives him into the mat with a bulldog, the crowd erupts as Kristof is the only man left standing, Brody Gates begins to stir on the floor, but Kristof stands alone inside and he begins making his way to the corner)
Wright: The Vanilla Rasta now with a prime opportunity to go up there and become the Underground Heavyweight Champion, but can he get across those cables quickly enough?
Omega: I’m not so sure that offensive flurry from Kristof was enough to keep all of these guys down.
(Kristof begins shifting his way across the cables but the crowd begins to come alive as 3rd Kind rolls out to the apron, he takes a moment to size his opponent up before springboarding to the top rope and flying across the ring and wrapping himself around Kristof like a backpack, the extra weight surprises Kristof enough that he drops down off of the cables, 3rd Kind disengages from Kristof, 3rd Kind then hooks Kristof in a ¾ facelock before running up the turnbuckle for a lightning quick shiranui, after impacting the mat, 3rd Kind grabs Kristof’s arm and lifts him up before cinching in a rear triangle choke)
Wright: 3rd Kind calls this The Raygun, and it’s a shame that there is no submission in this match, because otherwise this one could be over!
(Reno Mustang stomps on 3rd Kind’s face to break the hold and OPP joins in on the fun putting the boots to the fallen spaceman luchador. On the outside, Brody Gates reaches in and drags Kristof out of the ring under the bottom rope, and then pitches him stiffly into the guard rail at ringside before sliding in under the bottom rope to rejoin the action)
Omega: That’s one way to take a guy out of the equation Jesse.
(DMC makes his way around the ring, and pulls a pair of hand cuffs from his jeans pocket, DMC puts the boots to Kristof at ringside before locking the hand cuffs around Kristof’s wrist, and then around the steel guard rail)
Wright: No THAT’S how you take a guy out of the equation, Kristof is completely immobilized here!
(Kristof thrashes around on the floor and physically tries to tear the cuffs from the guard rail to no avail, he eventually resolves to some acceptance and then leans his head back against the guard rail. In the ring, the remaining five individuals have now surrounded 3rd Kind who is doing his best to fight them off. Buddy and Reno are squaring off on one side of the ring, trading boxing punches and stiff kicks. OPP and Brody Gates are attempting to get their hands on 3rd Kind who is proving to be very slippery. 3rd Kind ducks under a clothesline attempt from OPP only to be picked up by Brody and then dropping down behind him on his feet, and then crawling between his legs. Brody grabs 3rd kinds leg, but 3rd Kind gets to his one free foot, and leaps into the air cracking Brody with an Enziguri before knipping up and stunning OPP with a superkick on the chin. 3rd Kind charges toward Buddy Love and performs a wheel barrow, and transitions it into an arm drag, before leaping up and headscissoring Reno Mustang down to the canvas, at that point 3rd Kind waits for Buddy Love to turn around before grabbing him and tossing him over the top rope to the floor. Brody Gates is using the ropes to get to his feet, and 3rd Kind runs up behind and leaps up for a hurricanrana, before using his momentum to force Brody backwards, and up and over the top rope as 3rd Kind uses his hands to catch the rope and keep himself on the apron, 3rd Springs up to the top rope again, and again plants a dropkick, this time to the back of Reno Mustang, sending him spilling up over and over the top rope to the floor, leaving OPP and 3rd Kind as the only two left in the ring)
Wright: Just how this match started Francis, with 3rd Kind staring down this behemoth of a man.
Omega: OK OPP, it’s time to quit playing around, and squash this fly.
(OPP goes in for a grab but 3rd Kind ducks it and begins landing left and right kicks to the thighs of OPP, OPP shoves 3rd Kind back to give himself some space, and 3rd Kind uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and charge ahead only to be caught and tossed into the air with ease, 3rd manages to course correct in mid air and plant a gorgeoud missle dropkick to OPP’s chest sending him reeling back against the ropes, 3rd Kind gets a head full of steam and charges catching OPP with a tremendous cross body block, the force of which takes both men over the top rope, OPP crashing to the floor while 3rd Kind again uses his hands to catch himself and stay on the apron, 3rd Kind steps back into the ring plants his feet in the center and throws up the Vulcan sign again as the crowd goes wild, 3rd then looks up at the championship belt and does a gimme gimme gesture at it)
Wright: I’m not sure what’s going on here, but it looks like 3rd Kind thinks he’s won this thing.
Omega: Well it makes sense Jesse. During the week he spoke with Kyra about eliminating the other men from the battle royal, over the top rope and to the floor. I’m not so sure 3rd Kind is 100 percent clear on just what type of match this is.
(3rd Kind looks confused as to why he hasn’t heard a bell yet, when he is taken down from behind by a fierce chop block from Brody Gates, Brody pulls 3rd Kind to his feet and stands to his side to lock him in a text book belly to back suplex, driving 3rd Kind down to the mat with a sickening crash, Brody pops up to his feet and begins gloating as he stalks around the prone form of 3rd Kind, selecting specific parts of his body to stomp on, at that point, Buddy Love makes his way back into the ring and taps Brody on his shoulder, as Brody turns he turns right into Tossing Beads, Buddy’s version of the Shake Rattle and Roll punches, after three big shots with theatrics, buddy reaches down into his khaki’s and produces a wine cooler)
Omega: Where the hell was he keeping that?!
(Buddy pops the top, downs the liquid inside, all while Brody stands dazed from the big punches and then Buddy winds up and slams a big time forearm into Brody’s face, flooring him to the crowds delight, Buddy then takes the opportunity to flash a wink and a gun sign to some nice looking ladies in the front row)
Omega: He must have asked his doctor if Cialis was right for him!
Wright: He’s still got a way with the ladies!
(Reno Mustang pops up on the apron only to get blasted by a Buddy forearm, and Buddy begins climbing the turnbuckle and then grabs a hold of the cable and starts making his way toward the title belt, Brody regains his composure and hops up grabbing Buddy by the feet and pulling him down off of the cables, Brody goes for a knife edge chop but Buddy ducks it and moves around behind Brody planting a stiff kick to his back before locking him in a reverse suplex, Buddy then lifts Brody up in the air and tosses him behind him dropping down into a vicious Osaka Street Cutter)
Wright: Trip to the French Quarter!! Trip to the French Quarter!! This has got to be it!
Omega: Unbelievable, you’ve gotta be kidding me.
(Brody Gates is down for the count and Buddy again makes his way to the corner ascending the ropes and taking a hold of the cables above the ring, on the floor, Reno Mustang pounds the floor in frustration before reaching under the ring skirt and withdrawing a Singapore cane)
Wright: Oh my goodness, frustration is definitely setting in for Reno, this match has not gone his way at all thus far and it looks like he has had enough.
Omega: Well it’s about time somebody took this situation seriously.
(Reno canes Kristof who is still immobilized by the guard rail, and then rolls into the ring, slashing the cane across Buddy’s legs getting him to the drop to the ground, 3rd Kind meanwhile makes his way to his feet and moves to intercept Reno only to get caned across the skull for his efforts, Reno smacks Buddy’s midsection with the cane, before whipping it down viciously into his back and then charging off to the side and snapping the cane into OPP who had brought himself back up onto the ring apron, OPP drops to the apron and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, pulls himself up to all fours and gets caned again across the back. At that point, none other than DMC scales the ropes from the outside and climbs up and onto the wires quickly moving hand over hand toward the center, DMC gets a hand on the title belt before being stabbed by the point end of the cane right in the small of his back, causing him to drop to the mat, Reno drags DMC to his feet and crotches him with the Singapore cane, only to lift him up and drive him to the mat with a cane assisted belly to back suplex)
Wright: Very innovative offense there from Reno Mustang, and this violent streak of his really has him in the drivers seat in this matchup.
Omega: And let’s give credit where it is due Jesse. DMC and OPP have a brilliant strategy formulated here. OPP does not need to be the man to climb across those wires and bring that belt down. It’s not the first man to cross the cables that wins this match, it’s the one that ends up with the belt. DMC could crawl across there, grab the belt and hand it to OPP for the win, the outcome would be now different. A genius tactic.
Wright: Yes a genius tactic, but also one that didn’t work, DMC just got decimated.
(Reno methodically moves around the ring caning every other competitor several times for good measure, on the floor, Kristof is actually physically unhooking the section of guard rail that he is cuffed to from the other sections on either side of it, meanwhile Reno seems satisfied with his handiwork and begins to head for the corner and up the ropes, he pauses for a moment as he watches Kristof successfully free himself from the other guard rail sections, but him being stuck himself, he is still forced to carry it around, Reno sees this as potentially problematic and drops down from the ropes and gets a running start before baseball sliding the guard rail into Kristof’s body, knocking him back down to the ground, while on the floor, Reno canes Kristof several times again and then heads back to the ring and climbs up the ropes a second time, this time taking a hold of the cables and working his way toward the belt)
Omega: This one is in the books people, everyone is down, and everyone is hurt, who is going to stop him at this point?
(Buddy lies on the mat and looks over into the front row of the crowd, at the attractive ladies he was flirting with earlier in the match, time seems to stand still for a moment before one of the women winks at Buddy and blows him a kiss, Buddy knips up getting a sudden burst of energy and he practically sprints up the opposite side buckle before jungle gyming his way across the cables, meeting Reno in the center)
Omega: Oh my god! Chicken fight!!
(Buddy and Reno kick and fight and swing their bodies into each other until both of their hands give away and they both come crashing down to the mat, and stumble into referee Tanya Roberts, the impact of the collision sends Tanya through the ropes and to the arena floor, meanwhile, the two combatants get to their feet and begin trading blows, a stiff headbutt from Reno offers some separation, and then he locks Buddy in a double underhook, attempting a tiger driver, Buddy quickly spins out of it and twists Reno’s arm up with him, he uses that arm to spin Reno around to face him before ending him with a sick diamond cutter)
Wright: That’s the Jello Shot, that could be all the time Buddy needs, what a counter!
Omega: Come on Reno!
(Buddy gets up and tosses another handful of beads out to the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and taking to the cables once more, Buddy begins to move his way toward the center of the ring as several of the bodies below the overhead cam begin to stir. Buddy makes his way all the way across and begins tugging at the championship belt, trying to get it to unsnap)
Wright: Buddy Love literally has his hands on the title, it’s only a matter of time before he is champion again! At age 54, the unthinkable has happened, and Buddy Love Johansson is champion again!!
Omega: You have got to be friggin’kidding me.
(With a final tug, Buddy lets go of the cable and lets all of his body wait pull the belt off of the wires. Buddy crashes awkwardly to the mat, but the crowd erupts as he gets up to one knee with the Underground Heavyweight Championship in hand.)
Wright: I don’t know that anyone in this venue thought that Buddy Love could defy father time in an event like this and pull that belt down!
Omega: No because everyone thought he’d have a heart attack form all the excitement before he got that far.
Wright: Oh stop it!
(Buddy pops open another Smirnoff ice and tosses beads out into the crowd, the other competitors have rolled out to the floor defeated for now, but with the intention of coming back and trying their hand another time, a ring side attendant is freeing Kristoff from his hand cuffs, but Reno Mustang remains in the ring, crouched in a corner behind Buddy Love. Reno looks down at the arena floor near the entry way, and realizes that referee Tanya still trying to get herself back up and into the ring. Reno then pounces, he waits for Buddy to turn, championship belt held high, and absolutely murders him with a Busaiku Knee Kick, driving his lead knee into the face of Buddy as he left his feet after gaining all of that momentum.)
Wright: Good god, he just hit him with the Cloven Hoof, but this match is over what the hell was that for?!
Omega: Wait a minute Jesse, something his happening here.
(Reno stands gathers himself back up to his feet and snatches the Underground Heavyweight title belt from beside Buddy Love’s prone body, he then spills out of the ring, and holds the belt aloft right next to referee Tanya, allowing her a few seconds to shake off the cobwebs a little. Tanya looks over and realizes that Reno has the title belt in hand, and calls for the bell.)
Omega: YES!! YES!!
Wright: Now wait just a minute, he can’t…
(Tanya gives the necessary info to Lorelei who makes the announcement)
Lorelei: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this contest and your first ever UWR Underground Heavyweight Champion……………………………………………………RENO MUSTANG!!!!
(Reno again thrusts the title belt into the air, rolling back into the ring to celebrate his victory)
Wright: This can’t happen, Buddy Love already won this match!
Omega: What did I tell you earlier, it’s not about who crawls across the cables and pulls down the belt, it’s about who ends up with it. Face it Jesse, Reno Mustang is your Underground Heavyweight Champion!
Wright: Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick.
(Buddy Love begins to stir some and the realization seems to be coming across his face as to what happened. At this point Brandon Bishop begins making his way down the steps, clad in a UWR polo shirt and slacks. Bishop seems very pleased with the crowd reaction, and the spectacle that we just witnessed and he steps between the ropes and asks for a microphone. Bishop is a rather large man himself, having been a pro wrestler for a number of years, he is quite a bit taller than Reno and Buddy and thicker as well, his belly pushing against the fabric of his polo shirt.)
Bishop: Everybody please calm down for just a second. I do indeed have something to say, and I didn’t want to do it earlier because I wanted you fans to get to the action as quickly as possible. First of all thank you kindly for spending some time with UWR here tonight, I do hope that you were entertained by what you saw here at Power Plant Live! And I do hope that you will join us again in the future, or follow us on streamstream.com.
(Bishop pauses to let his sales pitch sink in)
Bishop: Now to the matter at hand, whether you like the outcome or you don’t. This man right here is our first ever Underground Heavyweight Champion. He is the face of this organization, and the man that is going to lead this company toward it’s bright and fruitful future. This event tonight was our way of sending this “ship” of ours off on its successful journey. Thus the name of tonights event being Christening. And in the interest of superstition, that is exactly what I am out here to have done here tonight. I would like for YOU Reno Mustang, as the Underground Heavyweight Champion, to break this expensive bottle of champagne on the ring post here, and send us off the broadcast here tonight with good fortune.
(Bishop reaches down and takes a very expensive looking bottle of champagne from a ring side attendant)
Wright: Brandon Bishop taking the title of this show to heart, he wants this thing to have a proper send off.
Omega: And from the champ no less.
(Bishop turns and gestures toward Reno, trying to hand him the bottle, Buddy meanwhile is leaning against the turnbuckle in the corner, but he makes his way over closer to the situation, a look of disgust on his face)
Bishop: Mr. Mustang, if you would indulge me here. Let’s end the first UWR broadcast with a bang, and begin your championship reign with class.
(Reno reaches out slowly and takes the bottle of champagne, the UWR title belt draped over his left shoulder, he looks at the bottle and nods his head in a gesture of mock approval, complete with facial expression. Bishop seems nonplussed by the obviously forced positivity and he watches on as Reno begins to slowly take a step at a time toward the corner, toward the corner ring post that Bishop gestured toward. Reno holds the bottle in hand like a club and holds it over the ring post waiting)
Bishop: That’s it, go on then.
(Reno gestures as if he’s going to do it and then brings his arm back up, he does it again, and again, accompanying it with the utterance “whoa…….whoa…….whoa”, but never actually striking the ring post with the bottle)
Omega: Look at this guy trying to keep this crowd entertained, this is the kind of individual you want as your champion. He’s a man of the people.
(Reno toys with the bottle several more times as Bishop looks on and then he stops, looking over at Bishop, mouthing to him “do you really want me to do this”, Bishop nods in the affirmative and gestures again toward the corner. Reno looks over to the corner and pauses for a beat, he then shrugs his shoulders, turns around and blasts the champagne bottle over the head of Buddy Love Johansson. The crowd cries out in disapproval as Buddy writhes around on the mat holding his face, a noticeable laceration has been opened up, and blood begins seeping between his fingers.)
Wright: Aw what the hell is wrong with him!!
Omega: Oh my god I love this guy!
Wright: You are a sick individual Francis!
(Bishop gestures to the back for help and drops down to Buddy’s side to assists him, Reno flips the remainder of the bottle neck cockily before dropping down and rolling out of the ring to the floor as Zero by Smashing Pumpkins kicks up on the sound system, Reno begins walking up the walkway and back up the steps, he pauses at the top landing one more time and holds his championship belt in the air as he looks down at the carnage he has left behind, Reno smiles into the camera as the feed goes to black)
The scene opens up on Baltimore-Washington International Airport where a jet is making its final approach. The jet touches down and take a rather long time taxiing into the terminal. The scene then cuts to the inside of the terminal right when the doors are opening up. An old couple and a wheelchair exit first along with a smattering of people one would expect to see going about their daily business. A man rounds the corner who is at least a head taller than most of the other people and the camera focuses on him. He most notably has long blonde dreadlocks and gucci sunglasses. He's wearing a luau shirt with only a few lower buttons done, exposing his sculpted chest for the world to see and he has a backpack slung over his shoulder in a way that is too careless to be careless. He carries a scowl on his face and right behind him exiting the plane is a frazzled woman with three kids below the age of eight. One of the kids makes a break for it down the terminal and the tall man quickly grabs the kid by his pants and slings him up over his free shoulder.
Woman: Johnathan! We're already late! Sir...you don't need to...
Kristof: (Turning to the woman and smiling) I've got him until we get our bags. You've only got two hands.
The woman expresses her gratitude profusely as they both head off to baggage claim. The woman grabs her bags and Kristof sets the kid down, putting his hand on the wheely suitcase the woman has with her.
Kristof: Now you're going to be good and help your mom out right? I better not get a letter from your mom here saying you wouldn't help out!
Kristof grabs his bag from the carousel and heads off to customs. Surprisingly the line is short and he is able to get to the front rather quickly. He hands his Norwegian passport to the tired looking man and hoists his bag and backpack onto the counter.
Man: What's the purpose of your visit? Business or pleasure?
Kristof: (winking) Bit of both actually
The man opens up the backpack and pulls out a Nintendo 3DS, an iPod with headphones, and a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. He looks at the book and raises an eyebrow at Kristof. He goes back to work and pulls out knee pads and a pair of tights with a marijuana leaf emblazoned on them. He looks from the tights to Kristof questioningly.
Kristof: I'm a wrestler. That's my gear. I'm here to work for a fed.
The man puts everything back in the backpack and opens up the suitcase. On top, wrapped carefully in a luau shirt is a 2 foot perfectly clean glass bong.
Man: Sir, is this...?
Kristof: uh....that's not illegal to own...
Man: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me.
*Three Hours Later*
Kristof exits the airport with a surly look on his face and looks around quickly before spotting a cab and sprinting to it. The cab driver opens up the trunk but Kristof slams it shut, opens the door, and chucks his bags inside before getting in.
Kristof: The Power Plant. I need to get there 30 minutes ago! (mutters) I can't believe they confiscated my bong...
Fade out as the cab speeds away.
(The feed returns as we are now broadcasting inside Power Plat Live!, the outdoor concert venue in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. About 1200 fans pack in around the ring, a greyish mat surrounded by black and teal ropes, and purple ring posts, the camera pans around cutting amid several angles of the venue and the crowd, neon signs from the surrounding bars and businesses light up the whole square as the camera swings down to the announce table)
(Jesse Wright and Francis Omega are seated at ringside at a table, Jesse dressed to the nines in a very nicely tailored suit, Francis however, is sporting a Mohawk, with his own merchandise shirt on, a lime green affair with the Omega sign on it and some other text)
Wright: Hello Everyone and Welcome to Underground Wrestling Revolution, and welcome to Christening the special one night only event, where here tonight in front of this live audience at Power Plant Live!, and streaming live to all of you around the world, we will crown the first Underground Heavyweight Champion. My name is Jesse Wright, and beside me is my partner Francis Omega and Francis we have one hell of a contest to bring these fine folks this evening.
Omega: That’s right Jesse. I don’t know what else these people could possibly ask for when it comes to kicking things off with a bang. UWR is doing that here tonight, with the Underground X match, 6 guys all racing to climb across those wires and retrieve the Underground Heavyweight Championship strapped around the center.
Wright: Right you are Francis, and one of our competitors, Kristof Rastasson looks like he’s already having a difficult time getting out of the blocks and getting himself prepared for this matchup here tonight.
Omega: I gotta tell you Jesse, I’ve never been in a match like this before. But when it comes to this business, preparation can be everything, and it looks like Kristof is not going to have much of an opportunity to prepare himself mentally for the challenge he faces here tonight.
Wright: And fans before we get under way here tonight, for those of you wondering if we were going to here from Brandon Bishop here tonight. He would like everyone to know, that rather than waste the time of the people and of Power Plant Live! This great venue we have here tonight, he would much rather let this match speak for itself, and address the crowd afterwards.
Omega: A man of action you gotta appreciate that Jesse.
Wright: And with that let’s take it to the ring and Lorelei Cassidy!
(The camera shifts to the ring where an attractive blonde woman stands center ring, she is clad in a pant suit, but with a UWR t-shirt under her sport coat, she raises the microphone)
Lorelei: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, is the special Underground X Match!!
(Lorelei gestures to the structure around the ring, four trusses have been erected in each of the rings four corners, each truss extends about 8 feet above each ring post, and from the four trusses cables criss cross one another forming an X about 12 feet above the mat, in the center where the two cables cross, the Underground Heavyweight Championship belt is snapped around the two cables resting with its center medallion facing down into the ring)
Lorelei: In this match, the first individual to retrieve the championship belt from the center of the cables will be named the winner and….the NEW! Underground Heavyweight Champion!!
(Lorelei gestures up toward the belt again as the 1200 fans in attendance cheer in appreciation)
Lorelei: Introducing first…
(Let’s Go Dippin’ by King Tee begins blaring over the speakers as The Pimps of Wrestling come through the doorway to PBR and stand atop a platform overlooking a flight of stairs that lead down to the ringside area)
Wright: A very interesting set up we have here with Power Plant Live!, it seems that the wrestlers have used the PBR bar as their dressing room and the stairs leading up to it will serve as the entryway.
Omega: And look at this man here, he’s got a big advantage Jesse. OPP is coming into this match with help, that’s two sets of eyes on that title belt at all times.
Wright: Very true Francis, and there are no rules about having DMC accompanying his partner to ringside.
(OPP and DMC begin C-Walking up on the landing as the crowd catcall and seem generally entertained by them, Opp is clad in green and white short trunks, and sports a flat top and goatee, his partner DMC is clad in a faded De La Sould t-shirt and baggy jeans with fresh white sneakers)
Lorelei: From Compton, California, weighing in at 350 pounds, representing the Pimps of Wrestling, and being accompanied to the ring by his partner DMC, he is O…P….P!!!
(The two men climb into the ring and OPP stands stoically while DMC poses in front of him comically, OPP sets his sights on the steps he just came from as The Horror by RJD2 replaces the previous track, the crowd really picks up at the sound of the song)
Wright: You can tell these Baltimoreans know who to expect next, they’ve been following this guy and his vignettes the past couple of weeks, and they are very excited to see the Luchador from Mars in action.
Omega: Let’s get a little composure here Jesse, this guy has got to be a little touched in the head right? I mean, there’s no way he’s actually from Mars!
Wright: Regardless of where he’s from, fans from around the world are equally excited to see him in action.
(Dark green tights and mask, and a strange four pointed star painted on his chest are the first things noticeable about 3rd Kind as he blasts through the doorway and stands ready at the top of the stairs, he stands there drinking it all in for a moment before beginning his descent)
Lorelei: From Outta This World, weighing in at 170 pounds, here is 3rd Kind!!!
(3rd Kind slides under the bottom rope, and plants his feet throwing the Vulcan sign into the air as the crowd all respond to it in kind)
Wright: As I said very popular, you have to believe that feeding off of this crowd is going to help 3rd Kind in a big big way.
Omega: Not to mention, he’s the smallest guy in this match by a pretty large margin. Which also means he’s going to be able to get across those cables faster than anyone else too more than likely.
(“Zero”by Smashing Pumpkins kicks up on the PA and a man clad in Ultramine tights with silver lightning trim, and a Banksy Grin Reaper t-shirt steps up to the top of the flight of stairs)
Lorelei: From Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 220 pounds, Reno Mustang!!!
(Reno begins slowly stomping down the stairs, his pace very deliberate, he stops a few times along the way to grin at harassing fans)
Omega: You have to like Mustang’s chances in this match Jesse, the guy has a mean streak a mile long, and incapacitating your opponents can be a suitable replacement for quickness crossing the cables.
Wright: He’s certainly got enough experience in hurting people that’s for sure.
(Mustang peels the t-shirt off and moves over to one of the opposite sides of the ring, refusing to share the space with 3rd Kind and the Pimps of Wrestling)
Omega: Now how does this thing work with both of the Pimps of Wrestling out here though Jesse, there aren’t any rules to having DMC out here to watch your back, but he’s not officially in the match is that right?
Wright: That’s exactly right Francis. This match has no disqualifications, so there is no easy way to ban someone from ringside. However, he is not an active participant, and if he were to climb up there and retrieve the title belt, it would be meaningless.
(The Metamorphosis Melody by Midnattsol replaces the Pumpkins, and the fans are left sitting for quite a while as no one appears from the doorway)
Wright: Well we were afraid of this fans, we knew that Kristof was having a difficult time getting to the venue, but we certainly hoped he would be here in time to get out here and compete.
Omega: This is what I was talking about earlier about preparation, the guy isn’t even in the building yet, how can anyone expect him to compete in a match like this.
(A loud tire screech can be heard and across from the steps, the entry way to Power Plant Live! Is seen, bursting forth from the back seat, tightening the arm band on his right arm with his teeth, it the color of the Norwegian flag, on his opposite arm is another armband in the stylings of the Jamaican flag, he hands some money over to the cab driver and storms over to the entrance, the ticket takers are holding him up and giving him a hard time, to which Kristof gestures first toward his wrestling tights, and then to the ring where his song is still playing, the ticket takers finally relent and let Kristof pass, his hair disheveled and his whole appearance looking a bit off)
Wright: It looks like Kristof had to change in the car.
Omega: Ha ha, yeah it does, couldn’t have happened to a nicer weirdo.
Lorelei: From Kongsvinger, Norway, weighing in at 231 pounds. He is Kristof “The Vanilla Rasta” Rastasson!!!
(The crowd seem a little confused as Kristof makes his way through them and toward the guard rail, he hops over and slides into the ring, giving us a better view of his solid black long tights, with the cannabis leaf on each knee cap, his blonde dreadlocks and braided beard appear almost white under the ring lights)
(Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top explodes over the loud speakers as Brody Gates steps through the doorway, looking absolutely disgusted by his surroundings, he is dressed incredibly well in a designer business suit, with a red power tie, and pin striped shirt underneath that complements the red well, he makes his way down the steps)
Lorelei: From Wall Street, New York. Weighing in at 200 pounds, he is “The Sharp Dressed Man” Brody Gates!!!
(Brody completes his descent and steps toward the ring, he looks around briefly and points at a single gentleman in the front row, the young man is sporting a Baltimore Orioles t-shirt and hat and looks mildly intoxicated. Brody fishes into his suit coat and removes a very thick wad of money from an inner pocket. Brody removes the clip and shuffles through the money very quickly before aggressively pulling a single one dollar bill (very crisp) from the rest of the stack)
Wright: What the hell is this guy doing?
Omega: Maybe he’s trying to buy the title, it should be worth more than a dollar though.
Wright: Or maybe he’s about to insult one of our great fans here in Baltimore.
Omega: Or maybe, he’s trying to class this place up a bit, I mean let’s face it Jesse, Baltimore could use it.
(Brody confidently saunters over to the man he pointed out and says something to him that the camera doesn’t quite catch, something along the lines of “Sorry you have to wear that ridiculous outfit, better luck next year I guess” Brody then pitches the one dollar bill at the man who tries to reach out aggressively to Brody, only to fall onto the pavement on the other side of the guard rail, and be escorted away by security, as Brody looks on laughing, he then removes his coat and tie, and hands them off to one of the greenies from the ring crew, instructing them to take his belongings backstage, Brody then unbuttons his collar and begins rolling up his sleeves meticulously, just then The Hamster Dance picks up over the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely bananas)
Wright: I never thought I would see this man back in the ring, but here we are about to see it live!
Omega: Talk about a fan favorite, this guy definitely has a reputation to live up to here tonight.
Lorelei: From New Orleans, Louisiana. Weighing in at 220 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Buddy “Love” Johansson!!!
(Buddy comes through the doorway and to the top of the steps, adorned in khaki pants and a Hawaiian shirt, he is tossing the Mr. T level amount of beads from around his neck into the crowd)
Wright: Here he is folks, the former champion himself Buddy “Love” Johansson and he is looking like the same competitor that we say 7 or so years ago wouldn’t you say Francis.
Omega: Well what I can say is that he’s old, a hell of a lot older than anyone else in this match. And yeah he looks like he’s kept himself in good shape somehow, but I have no idea how he intends to keep up with the young bucks in that ring.
Wright: Well at age 54 I’m sure that Buddy is well aware of his limitations, and his experience is what is going to give him an edge here tonight.
(Referee Tanya Roberts stands in the center of the ring, barking instructions at the six competitors. Reno Mustang still on the floor, has little interest in what she has to say, Tanya then backs off and then calls for the bell)
Wright: Here we go this is it!!
DING DING DING!
(At the sound of the bell a flurry of action kicks us off as four of the six competitors immediately make a bee line for one of the corners and begin scaling the turnbuckles to get at the cables, Buddy Love, and Kristof both begin scaling on opposite sides from one another, meanwhile Brody Gates begins climbing the ropes closest to him, and Reno Mustang climbs up the ring post from his spot on the floor and up the turnbuckles from the opposite side, meanwhile in the ring, 3rd Kind looks around confused at all of the men climbing the ropes, and OPP stands stoically still looking at the masked man in front of him)
Wright: Getting an early look at the size difference here.
(3rd Kind charges ahead and bumps into OPP trying to create space, the man barely budges however and instead reaches out and grabs 3rd Kind by the back of his neck, meanwhile above, the four men have all transitioned into traversing the cables overhead, hand over hand, inching their way closer to the title. OPP pulls 3rd Kind back toward him and cinches him up in a belly to belly position, before hurling him overhead into the dangling body of Kristof Rastasson who was climbing across the cables right behind the big man, both 3rd Kind and Kristof crash violently to the mat looking a lot like a car wreck)
Omega: Now that’s the kind of stuff I want to see Jesse. Aggressive, powerful, just raw intensity in there from OPP, not playing any games with these goofballs.
Wright: That for sure, was not a pleasant sight.
(Buddy Love and Brody Gates continue climbing across, getting to close to one another as they begin kicking each other trying to loosen the grip of the other, meanwhile, Reno is making a very slow and methodical pace toward the center of the cables, he doesn’t get long to think about it, however, as he is yanked down by his ankles and clotheslined to the mat by OPP, Brody and Buddy both end up landing a kick at the right time as they both come crashing down from the cables to the mat below)
Wright: And we are back to square one. Gotta give it to those guys for trying to end this one early.
Omega: There is a tremendous amount of strategy that comes into play here Jesse. You want to sufficiently weaken your opponents before trying for the belt, or you’re in for one bad landing. Credit has to go to OPP for not getting ahead of himself, realizing that he’s a big guy, who is going to need time to get across those cables, he’s just in there to do damage right now.
(OPP is the lone man standing for a beat, before Buddy Love and the others make their way to their feet. Buddy stands toe to toe with OPP landing hard and technical boxing blows, OPP absorbs them visibly grimacing and responds in kind with a huge clubbing forearm to the back of Buddy Love, he attempts to stalk after him, but is spun around by Kristof who begins blasting OPP with forearms, a knee to the already tenderized rib cage of Kristof stops him in his tracks, and Reno comes to assist OPP as they beat Kristof into the ground with kicks and stomps. The two men drag Kristof up to an upright position again and double whip him off the far side, Kristof ducks the attempted double clothesline by OPP and Reno and comes off the far side with a big time double clothesline taking both men off their feet. 3rd Kind meanwhile has gotten to his feet and charges forward with a big double dropkick, planting a foot into the chest of each man. Brody stands alone and begins making a move for one of the corners again, but is caught up by his belt by Buddy Love who taunts with the “No No No” finger before picking Brody up for a nasty atomic drop, Brody hops around holding his backside before turning around and getting leveled with a clothesline up and over the top rope and to the floor.)
Wright: Fast and furious action here thus far, and it really seems to be difficult for any one man to gain an advantage.
Omega: That should be expected Jesse, none of these guys have eyes in the back of their heads, for every great thing you do in there, there’s somebody waiting just behind you to take you out of this match and give themselves a better chance to get it done.
(Buddy gets blasted by a forearm shiver to the back by Kristof, who also fights off an approaching OPP with another big kick to the stomach, he blasts Buddy with a hard European uppercut, and then shifts over and blasts OPP with one, he returns to Buddy with another hard European uppercut, and repeats it again with OPP, he goes back and forth a few times before 3rd Kind approaches and catches a blistering chop to the chest for his efforts, sending him scurrying away, the brief interruption allows OPP to grab Kristof in a rear waistlock, but the Vanilla Rasta performs a standing switch and with a great effort takes OPP over with a huge german suplex, Kristof gets to his feet and ducks a Buddy Love punch before hooking him up and german suplexing him down next, 3rd Kind is the next to get grabbed up and tossed over head, but he corrects in mid air and manages to land on his feet, 3rd Kind pauses for a second before turning right into a massive roaring elbow from Reno Mustang which floors him, Reno doesn’t get long to enjoy his moment however as Kristof leaps from behind Reno and drives him into the mat with a bulldog, the crowd erupts as Kristof is the only man left standing, Brody Gates begins to stir on the floor, but Kristof stands alone inside and he begins making his way to the corner)
Wright: The Vanilla Rasta now with a prime opportunity to go up there and become the Underground Heavyweight Champion, but can he get across those cables quickly enough?
Omega: I’m not so sure that offensive flurry from Kristof was enough to keep all of these guys down.
(Kristof begins shifting his way across the cables but the crowd begins to come alive as 3rd Kind rolls out to the apron, he takes a moment to size his opponent up before springboarding to the top rope and flying across the ring and wrapping himself around Kristof like a backpack, the extra weight surprises Kristof enough that he drops down off of the cables, 3rd Kind disengages from Kristof, 3rd Kind then hooks Kristof in a ¾ facelock before running up the turnbuckle for a lightning quick shiranui, after impacting the mat, 3rd Kind grabs Kristof’s arm and lifts him up before cinching in a rear triangle choke)
Wright: 3rd Kind calls this The Raygun, and it’s a shame that there is no submission in this match, because otherwise this one could be over!
(Reno Mustang stomps on 3rd Kind’s face to break the hold and OPP joins in on the fun putting the boots to the fallen spaceman luchador. On the outside, Brody Gates reaches in and drags Kristof out of the ring under the bottom rope, and then pitches him stiffly into the guard rail at ringside before sliding in under the bottom rope to rejoin the action)
Omega: That’s one way to take a guy out of the equation Jesse.
(DMC makes his way around the ring, and pulls a pair of hand cuffs from his jeans pocket, DMC puts the boots to Kristof at ringside before locking the hand cuffs around Kristof’s wrist, and then around the steel guard rail)
Wright: No THAT’S how you take a guy out of the equation, Kristof is completely immobilized here!
(Kristof thrashes around on the floor and physically tries to tear the cuffs from the guard rail to no avail, he eventually resolves to some acceptance and then leans his head back against the guard rail. In the ring, the remaining five individuals have now surrounded 3rd Kind who is doing his best to fight them off. Buddy and Reno are squaring off on one side of the ring, trading boxing punches and stiff kicks. OPP and Brody Gates are attempting to get their hands on 3rd Kind who is proving to be very slippery. 3rd Kind ducks under a clothesline attempt from OPP only to be picked up by Brody and then dropping down behind him on his feet, and then crawling between his legs. Brody grabs 3rd kinds leg, but 3rd Kind gets to his one free foot, and leaps into the air cracking Brody with an Enziguri before knipping up and stunning OPP with a superkick on the chin. 3rd Kind charges toward Buddy Love and performs a wheel barrow, and transitions it into an arm drag, before leaping up and headscissoring Reno Mustang down to the canvas, at that point 3rd Kind waits for Buddy Love to turn around before grabbing him and tossing him over the top rope to the floor. Brody Gates is using the ropes to get to his feet, and 3rd Kind runs up behind and leaps up for a hurricanrana, before using his momentum to force Brody backwards, and up and over the top rope as 3rd Kind uses his hands to catch the rope and keep himself on the apron, 3rd Springs up to the top rope again, and again plants a dropkick, this time to the back of Reno Mustang, sending him spilling up over and over the top rope to the floor, leaving OPP and 3rd Kind as the only two left in the ring)
Wright: Just how this match started Francis, with 3rd Kind staring down this behemoth of a man.
Omega: OK OPP, it’s time to quit playing around, and squash this fly.
(OPP goes in for a grab but 3rd Kind ducks it and begins landing left and right kicks to the thighs of OPP, OPP shoves 3rd Kind back to give himself some space, and 3rd Kind uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and charge ahead only to be caught and tossed into the air with ease, 3rd manages to course correct in mid air and plant a gorgeoud missle dropkick to OPP’s chest sending him reeling back against the ropes, 3rd Kind gets a head full of steam and charges catching OPP with a tremendous cross body block, the force of which takes both men over the top rope, OPP crashing to the floor while 3rd Kind again uses his hands to catch himself and stay on the apron, 3rd Kind steps back into the ring plants his feet in the center and throws up the Vulcan sign again as the crowd goes wild, 3rd then looks up at the championship belt and does a gimme gimme gesture at it)
Wright: I’m not sure what’s going on here, but it looks like 3rd Kind thinks he’s won this thing.
Omega: Well it makes sense Jesse. During the week he spoke with Kyra about eliminating the other men from the battle royal, over the top rope and to the floor. I’m not so sure 3rd Kind is 100 percent clear on just what type of match this is.
(3rd Kind looks confused as to why he hasn’t heard a bell yet, when he is taken down from behind by a fierce chop block from Brody Gates, Brody pulls 3rd Kind to his feet and stands to his side to lock him in a text book belly to back suplex, driving 3rd Kind down to the mat with a sickening crash, Brody pops up to his feet and begins gloating as he stalks around the prone form of 3rd Kind, selecting specific parts of his body to stomp on, at that point, Buddy Love makes his way back into the ring and taps Brody on his shoulder, as Brody turns he turns right into Tossing Beads, Buddy’s version of the Shake Rattle and Roll punches, after three big shots with theatrics, buddy reaches down into his khaki’s and produces a wine cooler)
Omega: Where the hell was he keeping that?!
(Buddy pops the top, downs the liquid inside, all while Brody stands dazed from the big punches and then Buddy winds up and slams a big time forearm into Brody’s face, flooring him to the crowds delight, Buddy then takes the opportunity to flash a wink and a gun sign to some nice looking ladies in the front row)
Omega: He must have asked his doctor if Cialis was right for him!
Wright: He’s still got a way with the ladies!
(Reno Mustang pops up on the apron only to get blasted by a Buddy forearm, and Buddy begins climbing the turnbuckle and then grabs a hold of the cable and starts making his way toward the title belt, Brody regains his composure and hops up grabbing Buddy by the feet and pulling him down off of the cables, Brody goes for a knife edge chop but Buddy ducks it and moves around behind Brody planting a stiff kick to his back before locking him in a reverse suplex, Buddy then lifts Brody up in the air and tosses him behind him dropping down into a vicious Osaka Street Cutter)
Wright: Trip to the French Quarter!! Trip to the French Quarter!! This has got to be it!
Omega: Unbelievable, you’ve gotta be kidding me.
(Brody Gates is down for the count and Buddy again makes his way to the corner ascending the ropes and taking a hold of the cables above the ring, on the floor, Reno Mustang pounds the floor in frustration before reaching under the ring skirt and withdrawing a Singapore cane)
Wright: Oh my goodness, frustration is definitely setting in for Reno, this match has not gone his way at all thus far and it looks like he has had enough.
Omega: Well it’s about time somebody took this situation seriously.
(Reno canes Kristof who is still immobilized by the guard rail, and then rolls into the ring, slashing the cane across Buddy’s legs getting him to the drop to the ground, 3rd Kind meanwhile makes his way to his feet and moves to intercept Reno only to get caned across the skull for his efforts, Reno smacks Buddy’s midsection with the cane, before whipping it down viciously into his back and then charging off to the side and snapping the cane into OPP who had brought himself back up onto the ring apron, OPP drops to the apron and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, pulls himself up to all fours and gets caned again across the back. At that point, none other than DMC scales the ropes from the outside and climbs up and onto the wires quickly moving hand over hand toward the center, DMC gets a hand on the title belt before being stabbed by the point end of the cane right in the small of his back, causing him to drop to the mat, Reno drags DMC to his feet and crotches him with the Singapore cane, only to lift him up and drive him to the mat with a cane assisted belly to back suplex)
Wright: Very innovative offense there from Reno Mustang, and this violent streak of his really has him in the drivers seat in this matchup.
Omega: And let’s give credit where it is due Jesse. DMC and OPP have a brilliant strategy formulated here. OPP does not need to be the man to climb across those wires and bring that belt down. It’s not the first man to cross the cables that wins this match, it’s the one that ends up with the belt. DMC could crawl across there, grab the belt and hand it to OPP for the win, the outcome would be now different. A genius tactic.
Wright: Yes a genius tactic, but also one that didn’t work, DMC just got decimated.
(Reno methodically moves around the ring caning every other competitor several times for good measure, on the floor, Kristof is actually physically unhooking the section of guard rail that he is cuffed to from the other sections on either side of it, meanwhile Reno seems satisfied with his handiwork and begins to head for the corner and up the ropes, he pauses for a moment as he watches Kristof successfully free himself from the other guard rail sections, but him being stuck himself, he is still forced to carry it around, Reno sees this as potentially problematic and drops down from the ropes and gets a running start before baseball sliding the guard rail into Kristof’s body, knocking him back down to the ground, while on the floor, Reno canes Kristof several times again and then heads back to the ring and climbs up the ropes a second time, this time taking a hold of the cables and working his way toward the belt)
Omega: This one is in the books people, everyone is down, and everyone is hurt, who is going to stop him at this point?
(Buddy lies on the mat and looks over into the front row of the crowd, at the attractive ladies he was flirting with earlier in the match, time seems to stand still for a moment before one of the women winks at Buddy and blows him a kiss, Buddy knips up getting a sudden burst of energy and he practically sprints up the opposite side buckle before jungle gyming his way across the cables, meeting Reno in the center)
Omega: Oh my god! Chicken fight!!
(Buddy and Reno kick and fight and swing their bodies into each other until both of their hands give away and they both come crashing down to the mat, and stumble into referee Tanya Roberts, the impact of the collision sends Tanya through the ropes and to the arena floor, meanwhile, the two combatants get to their feet and begin trading blows, a stiff headbutt from Reno offers some separation, and then he locks Buddy in a double underhook, attempting a tiger driver, Buddy quickly spins out of it and twists Reno’s arm up with him, he uses that arm to spin Reno around to face him before ending him with a sick diamond cutter)
Wright: That’s the Jello Shot, that could be all the time Buddy needs, what a counter!
Omega: Come on Reno!
(Buddy gets up and tosses another handful of beads out to the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and taking to the cables once more, Buddy begins to move his way toward the center of the ring as several of the bodies below the overhead cam begin to stir. Buddy makes his way all the way across and begins tugging at the championship belt, trying to get it to unsnap)
Wright: Buddy Love literally has his hands on the title, it’s only a matter of time before he is champion again! At age 54, the unthinkable has happened, and Buddy Love Johansson is champion again!!
Omega: You have got to be friggin’kidding me.
(With a final tug, Buddy lets go of the cable and lets all of his body wait pull the belt off of the wires. Buddy crashes awkwardly to the mat, but the crowd erupts as he gets up to one knee with the Underground Heavyweight Championship in hand.)
Wright: I don’t know that anyone in this venue thought that Buddy Love could defy father time in an event like this and pull that belt down!
Omega: No because everyone thought he’d have a heart attack form all the excitement before he got that far.
Wright: Oh stop it!
(Buddy pops open another Smirnoff ice and tosses beads out into the crowd, the other competitors have rolled out to the floor defeated for now, but with the intention of coming back and trying their hand another time, a ring side attendant is freeing Kristoff from his hand cuffs, but Reno Mustang remains in the ring, crouched in a corner behind Buddy Love. Reno looks down at the arena floor near the entry way, and realizes that referee Tanya still trying to get herself back up and into the ring. Reno then pounces, he waits for Buddy to turn, championship belt held high, and absolutely murders him with a Busaiku Knee Kick, driving his lead knee into the face of Buddy as he left his feet after gaining all of that momentum.)
Wright: Good god, he just hit him with the Cloven Hoof, but this match is over what the hell was that for?!
Omega: Wait a minute Jesse, something his happening here.
(Reno stands gathers himself back up to his feet and snatches the Underground Heavyweight title belt from beside Buddy Love’s prone body, he then spills out of the ring, and holds the belt aloft right next to referee Tanya, allowing her a few seconds to shake off the cobwebs a little. Tanya looks over and realizes that Reno has the title belt in hand, and calls for the bell.)
Omega: YES!! YES!!
Wright: Now wait just a minute, he can’t…
(Tanya gives the necessary info to Lorelei who makes the announcement)
Lorelei: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this contest and your first ever UWR Underground Heavyweight Champion……………………………………………………RENO MUSTANG!!!!
(Reno again thrusts the title belt into the air, rolling back into the ring to celebrate his victory)
Wright: This can’t happen, Buddy Love already won this match!
Omega: What did I tell you earlier, it’s not about who crawls across the cables and pulls down the belt, it’s about who ends up with it. Face it Jesse, Reno Mustang is your Underground Heavyweight Champion!
Wright: Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick.
(Buddy Love begins to stir some and the realization seems to be coming across his face as to what happened. At this point Brandon Bishop begins making his way down the steps, clad in a UWR polo shirt and slacks. Bishop seems very pleased with the crowd reaction, and the spectacle that we just witnessed and he steps between the ropes and asks for a microphone. Bishop is a rather large man himself, having been a pro wrestler for a number of years, he is quite a bit taller than Reno and Buddy and thicker as well, his belly pushing against the fabric of his polo shirt.)
Bishop: Everybody please calm down for just a second. I do indeed have something to say, and I didn’t want to do it earlier because I wanted you fans to get to the action as quickly as possible. First of all thank you kindly for spending some time with UWR here tonight, I do hope that you were entertained by what you saw here at Power Plant Live! And I do hope that you will join us again in the future, or follow us on streamstream.com.
(Bishop pauses to let his sales pitch sink in)
Bishop: Now to the matter at hand, whether you like the outcome or you don’t. This man right here is our first ever Underground Heavyweight Champion. He is the face of this organization, and the man that is going to lead this company toward it’s bright and fruitful future. This event tonight was our way of sending this “ship” of ours off on its successful journey. Thus the name of tonights event being Christening. And in the interest of superstition, that is exactly what I am out here to have done here tonight. I would like for YOU Reno Mustang, as the Underground Heavyweight Champion, to break this expensive bottle of champagne on the ring post here, and send us off the broadcast here tonight with good fortune.
(Bishop reaches down and takes a very expensive looking bottle of champagne from a ring side attendant)
Wright: Brandon Bishop taking the title of this show to heart, he wants this thing to have a proper send off.
Omega: And from the champ no less.
(Bishop turns and gestures toward Reno, trying to hand him the bottle, Buddy meanwhile is leaning against the turnbuckle in the corner, but he makes his way over closer to the situation, a look of disgust on his face)
Bishop: Mr. Mustang, if you would indulge me here. Let’s end the first UWR broadcast with a bang, and begin your championship reign with class.
(Reno reaches out slowly and takes the bottle of champagne, the UWR title belt draped over his left shoulder, he looks at the bottle and nods his head in a gesture of mock approval, complete with facial expression. Bishop seems nonplussed by the obviously forced positivity and he watches on as Reno begins to slowly take a step at a time toward the corner, toward the corner ring post that Bishop gestured toward. Reno holds the bottle in hand like a club and holds it over the ring post waiting)
Bishop: That’s it, go on then.
(Reno gestures as if he’s going to do it and then brings his arm back up, he does it again, and again, accompanying it with the utterance “whoa…….whoa…….whoa”, but never actually striking the ring post with the bottle)
Omega: Look at this guy trying to keep this crowd entertained, this is the kind of individual you want as your champion. He’s a man of the people.
(Reno toys with the bottle several more times as Bishop looks on and then he stops, looking over at Bishop, mouthing to him “do you really want me to do this”, Bishop nods in the affirmative and gestures again toward the corner. Reno looks over to the corner and pauses for a beat, he then shrugs his shoulders, turns around and blasts the champagne bottle over the head of Buddy Love Johansson. The crowd cries out in disapproval as Buddy writhes around on the mat holding his face, a noticeable laceration has been opened up, and blood begins seeping between his fingers.)
Wright: Aw what the hell is wrong with him!!
Omega: Oh my god I love this guy!
Wright: You are a sick individual Francis!
(Bishop gestures to the back for help and drops down to Buddy’s side to assists him, Reno flips the remainder of the bottle neck cockily before dropping down and rolling out of the ring to the floor as Zero by Smashing Pumpkins kicks up on the sound system, Reno begins walking up the walkway and back up the steps, he pauses at the top landing one more time and holds his championship belt in the air as he looks down at the carnage he has left behind, Reno smiles into the camera as the feed goes to black)
Gotta post them now instead of all of them 1 minute to deadline.