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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 5, 2016 6:31:55 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 5, 2016 6:31:55 GMT -6

UNDERGROUND ZERO PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICON MEDIA

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

VENDETTA
19 NOVEMBER 2016 | 20:00 | TROUBLE TRAX ARENA
1 GLORY DRIVE, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

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MATCH #1 - TAG TEAM TURMOIL
LION'S DEN MATCH - MMA RULES - 3 ROUNDS

CHRIS RICHARDS
V
JOSHUA SAMSON

The first ever sanctioned MMA bout in the Underground as renowned trainer and competitor Chris Richards takes on Joshua Samson. Yes, that Joshua Samson. In an MMA match. Against a professional competitor. For three rounds. In a cage.

I wonder which Icon sanctioned that...

MATCH #2 - TAG TEAM TURMOIL
TAG TEAM STANDARD RULES - 30 MINUTES

THE SOUTHERN XCHANGE
V
THE HEATHENS

The Underground's Tag Team division continues to heat up as the Southern XChange take on The Heathens.

MATCH #3 - THE ICE VS THE BEAST
STANDARD RULES - 15 MINUTES

"THE ICEMAN" KONRAD RAAB
V
THE MONGREL

Brought to the Underground by Icon Kellar, "The Iceman" Konrad Raab is respected the World over as a tremendous athlete and wrestler, with a championship haul that speaks for itself. However, his arrival co-incided with the return of one of the biggest, meanest Globalstars to ever lace up a pair of boots; Mongrel.

The Underground isn't big enough for the both of them, but who is the biggest dog in this yard?

MATCH #4 - SILVER VS GOLD
STANDARD RULES - 15 MINUTES

"SILVER" SOPHIA WILSON
V
"THE BIG SHOT" JOHN CHAMPA

At UGZ 001, "Silver" Sophia Wilson and "The Tampa Tornado" Amanda Reynolds put on arguably the match of the night. Since then John Champa, and his "advocate" Joshua Samson, have evidently made it their mission to humiliate her at any opportunity presented.

Can Sophia rediscover her form and rise to the occasion to overcome Champa, or will the former World Champion crush the light from the Silver Lining once and for all?

MATCH #5 - ICON VS LEGEND
STANDARD RULES - 30 MINUTES

"THE HUMAN DYNAMITE" JON KELLAR
V
"MR MERCY" VERNON VANDERBILT

In 2005, two men squared off as the final two combatants in GZW2K1's "Contest of Champions", both pipped as the future of the company. Both lived up to that billing. Both became World Champions. Both had countless unforgettable matches and rivalries, and at one point both were the face of their company.

But only one became a Lord of the Coliseum, and only one became an Icon. Jon Kellar.

Widely regarded as inexplicably (and cruelly) overlooked for the GZW2K1 Ring of Honor, Vernon Vanderbilt comes to the Underground to face the opponent of his choosing, the man who bested him in that contest a decade ago, and to prove once and for all that Vernon Vanderbilt was always the better man between the ropes.

MAIN EVENT
PAW CRANK TITLE MATCH
NO HOLDS BARRED - 30 MINUTES

ALEX CROSS
V
HUNTER STORMS (C)

The spirit of Pure Amusement Wrestling lives on as defending "Crank" champion Hunter Storms, enters the Underground to defend his championship in the Main Event. His opponent? Alex Cross, returned, rehabilitated, and ready to claw his way back to the top.

Hunter Storms shocked the Zeroverse when he emerged in Underground Zero following the closure of Pure Amusement wrestling, carrying the promotions "Crank" championship belt. Looking to make the same waves in the Underground that he made in the Carnival, Storms brings with him an impressive array of powerful offence.

Alex Cross is known to all GZW2K1 fans, his clash with Leon Corbin and Sean Locke at Heatwave XII is still talked about to this day. Fired after an altercation with the GZW2K1 Vice President, Alex too found himself competing in Pure Amusement Wrestling. He left in disgrace when his demons overcame him, but never one to swallow defeat he has cleaned up and is ready to take on the Underground.

The first Championship Match to be held under the auspices of Underground Zero promises to be one hell of a clash!

CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Last Edit: Nov 20, 2016 9:30:10 GMT -6 by Icons' Circle

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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 20, 2016 3:32:05 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 20, 2016 3:32:05 GMT -6

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On the screen a nuclear mushroom booms in huge white flash and explosion. The reference is obvious to all. Sowly, the mushroom cloud reshapes itself into a phoenix of red and black. With a roar, it flies towards the screen before the words “The Saga Continues” appear on screen, followed by "WELCOME TO THE UNDERGROUND".

With that, we open on a darkened Trouble Trax Arena, a voice whispers over the PA system.

Remember, remember... the month of November.
The month of of treason and plots
I know of no reason, why-ever such treason

should ever...

be...

FORGOT!!!

With that, a series of pyrotechnic explosions detonate around the entranceway as a the word VENDETTA appears on the screen in blood red. The crowd roar loudly as the lights come up and the camera pans over the Trouble Trax Arena.

Crowd: UNDERGROUND!!! UNDERGROUND!!! UNDERGROUND!!!

The camera pans back to reveal that the Lion's Den Cage has been lowered on top of the ring, with the ring ropes lowered to accomodate it. It is clear what the first match is going to be, a fact made all the more apparent when the camera pans across to reveal the two Stooges sitting at ringside.

Nelson: Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you to Supercard 2 - VENDETTA. Coming up over the next few hours we have some truly fantastic matches, including the in-ring return of an Icon, the in-ring debut of an International Superstar, and the return of some familiar faces.

Crumb: And of course... Joshua Samson being beaten to a bloody pulp!!!

Nelson: Yes, that's the first match on our card tonight. Joshua Samson, bizarrely, has challenged Chris Richards, renowned MMA fighter and trainer to a Lion's Den match, contested under MMA rules.

Crumb: I cannot wait for that match. Shall we just skip the rest of the card and watch that on loop. Seriously, we'll have like a bazillion Youtube hits by midnight!

Nelson: Erm... well, you'll have to negotiate that with our other acts tonight, as we've got tag team action with The Heathens taking on the Southern Exchange. These two teams have been at each other's throats for the past few weeks, and now finally they're going to go two on two as part of our tag team division's revival.

Crumb: Tag team wrestling really is on the rebound at the moment. The match between the Sons of Gold and The Outliers at the last Supercard is still being talked about today!

Nelson: Well neither of those teams are here tonight, but I've doubt we've seen the last of them! We do, however, have the in-ring debut of European sensation Konrad Raab. Now anyone who saw the GPC World Heavyweight Title match between Konrad Raab and Icon Kellar knows that we are in for one hell of a treat.

Crumb: And to make it even more interesting, he's stepping into the ring with a man that Icon Kellar trained, The Mongrel. The Big Dog is back in the Underground.

Nelson: And of course, Icon Kellar's other famous student is in the ring tonight, "Silver" Sophia Wilson will be going one on one with a former World Champion, John Champa.

Crumb: Undoubtedly the biggest test of the young star's career, Champa will be ready for this match, and having already taken every opportunity to humiliate Wilson over the past few weeks, Sophia really needs this result.

Nelson: And of course, Icon Kellar himself will step back in the ring against the returning Vernon Vanderbilt. These two have not been in a ring together since 2005 when they contested the final of the Contest of Champions. Both were marked for greatness, and both achieved it, but they never met again in the ring... until tonight.

Crumb: And you just know Kellar's going to want payback for that sneak attack at the last house show. That is one hell of match.

Nelson: And finally, our main event. Hunter Storms vs Alex Cross. Their relationship began in Pure Amusement Wrestling, but it didn't die with that promotion. These two have now brought their friendship to the Underground for our main event.

Crumb: But that friendship is going to be tested as they're contending for the Underground Zero Crank Title here tonight. The belt was originally a fixture of Pure Amusement Wrestling, but now it finds itself here.

Nelson: Well Storms has the belt, he's willing to defend it, and I can think of at least one of our Icons who says the value of the belt is in who you fight and beat for it... not in the name on the front.

Crumb: True... and I guess he is running the place now, so his philosophy carries over.

Nelson: Along with that of Icon Williams and Icon Davis, of course.

Crumb: Of course, hey.... what's that commotion going on in the audience?

Nelson: There seems to be someone arriving into the arena area.

Lady Munin carefully makes her way through the crowded Trouble Trax sporting a pair of large sunglasses. Her long black hair braided into a thick braid down her back. For a moment it seems like she will be able to make it to her seat with minimum interference, and with a bemused smile she contemplates how quickly a star’s appearance can blur in the mind of the fans. Though to be fair cut off jean shorts, leggings, and an off the shoulder T-shirt aren’t what the fans are used to seeing her in.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS LADY MUNIN IS HERE AT SUPERCARD TWO: VENDETTA?!?!

Crowd: *clap clap clapclapclap* LADY MUNIN!!! *clap clap clapclapclap* LADY MUNIN!!!

Nelson: I was not aware that Lady Munin would be here tonight much less sitting in the audience as a fan!

That momentary delusion is shattered not a moment after it comes; due to an overly excited fan approaching her barely able to speak. The young woman gushes her adoration, while holding out a pad and pen for an autograph. The autograph is soon followed with a selfie, and the entire interaction is like blood in the water for the fans. Fans quickly crowd around the Asian beauty vying for her attention.

Nelson: I am not sure sitting amongst our great fans is a wise idea for the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 2012 Lord of the Coliseum.

Throughout this all Munin maintains an aura of calm patients that has won her the further love of so many fans in the past. She is under no obligation to indulge them, but does so anyways with as smile curving her lightly glossed lips.

Crumb: At this rate Lady Munin's presence will hold up Supercard Two: Vendetta!

Soon the security appears to help restore order, and they escort the Lady to her seat in the front row.

Nelson: Now that we have that settled, welcome Lady Munin to Underground Zero!

Crumb: And just in time for our first match!!!!

Last Edit: Nov 20, 2016 9:34:30 GMT -6 by Icons' Circle

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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 20, 2016 4:37:18 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 20, 2016 4:37:18 GMT -6

Courtesy of the intro, and the distraction caused by Lady Munin's surprise arrival, Chris Trainer has already made his way to the the Lion's Den, and is warmed up and ready to go. He turns towards the entrance and awaits the arrival of Joshua Samson.

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match tonight is the Lion's Den Match. This will be contested under MMA rules, which means that there must be a win by submission or knockout, or by the Judge's decision.

Crumb: Who are the Judges?

Nelson: Icon Kellar said we wouldn't need them...

Crumb: Oh... fair enough.

Torres: Introducing first, fighting out of Chula Vista, California... weighing 220lbs... Chris Richards!!!!

The crowd give Richards a decent ovation as he warms up in the ring.

Crumb: I think this may be a good time for us to share our fondest memories of Joshua… since it’s unlikely there’ll be anymore.

Nelson: That’s a little cold, I mean he isn’t dead yet.

Crumb: Emphasis on the “yet”

A magnificent overblown fanfare fills the arena, worthy of an attending Head of State, or an Emperor, and all eyes turn towards the arena entrance.

Torres: And his opponent, fighting out of Ft.Irwin, California...respresenting the Samson Family...weighing 169lbs… Joshua Samson!!!!

Crumb: Fun trivia, Joshua is the exact same height and weight as the Hollywood actor Seann William Scott...

Nelson: Someone's been doing research.

The doors slide aside, and suddenly…

Nelson: Oh…

Crumb: What the hell is he wearing?

Enter Joshua Samson, or what we assume is Joshua Samson. Frankly, it’s a little hard to tell under the hockey goalkeeper pads on top of the American football pads on top of what must be at least three layers of padded lycra… and all of it topped off with what is most likely the entire contents of Joshua Samson’s closet.

The finishing touch? A football helmet with a hockey mask strapped to the front. The Stooges are audibly trying to contain their laughter. The camera catches Lady Munin dying of laughter at the sight.

Crumb: It’s like the Michelin Man, Jason Voorhees and the Stay Puft Marshmallow man had a really hideous baby that became a sports star…

Nelson: One might almost think Samson was not entirely confident about the outcome of this match…

Samson waddles down to the ring to a chorus of boos, and various unpleasant names being shouted his way, most of them comparing him to a part of the female anatomy.

Crumb: He looks ridiculous… and he’s still going to get his ass handed to him.

Samson reaches the steps into the Lion’s Den, and slowly climbs the steps until he’s inside.

Crumb: Well… we might as well have the tale of the tape…

TALE OF THE TAPE

Chris Richards	NAME	Joshua Samson
6"0	HEIGHT	5"9'
225lbs	WEIGHT	169 lbs
Chula Vista, CA	FIGHTING OUT OF	Ft. Irwin, California
Roundhouse Kick	FINISHER	-c0m/put3r/3rr/0r-

Crumb: Yeah, basically Joshua’s going to die…

Nelson: Well, actually…

Crumb: Oh come on, does anyone trust polls after what we’ve been through this year?

MATCH 1

CHRIS RICHARDS
V
JOSHUA SAMSON

LION'S DEN MATCH - MMA RULES - 3 ROUNDS

Samson stands and faces Richards, who is visibly NOT amused by this turn of events. He rolls his eyes and strides towards Samson as the bell sounds.

Nelson: Joshua Samson… it was nice knowing you.

As Richards gets closer, Samson stands his ground. Richards grabs the mask and pulls it off of Samson. Samson stands his ground still, and laughs.

Crumb: Nervous laughter?

Nelson: Must be.

Richards shakes his head and tightens the strap on his glove before drawing back. Suddenly, and very visibly, Samson regrets all of the choices that have led him to this moment, and he turns and runs (waddles) away. The crowd boo and laugh in equal measure as Samson waddles over to the door of the Lions Den and begs for it to be opened.

Nelson: There is a no escape rule in this match Samson… it is knockouts and submissions only…

Richards calmly walks up behind Samson who realises that his opponent is getting closer and waddles away, moving as fast as he can. Richards shrugs and simply “chases” him, never getting above a brisk walk as he does. Samson and Richards “run” a circuit of the den. In the audience Lady Munin shakes her head in amusement.

Crumb: Oh come on Joshua… think about your dignity here… try and take it like a man!

Samson continues to run. In desperation he removes his helmet and throws it at Richards, who calmly sidesteps it and keeps following him. Next come the Hockey pads.

Nelson: Look at this…

Crumb: Hey! #RIPSamson is trending!!!

Samson continues to run around the ring in a circle, but now that he’s shedding weight as he runs he’s able to quicken his pace. He’s now down almost to the lycra as Richards narrowly avoids a flying shin pad.

Nelson: This is getting embarrassing.

Crumb: Getting? Patrick we crossed that line a while ago…

Richards is getting fed up of chasing Samson in circles by this point, especially as the commentator appears to be quickening his step. So, he stops. Unfortunately Samson is utterly ignorant of this fact until it is too late, allow Richards to simply step to one side and trip Samson as he continues to run. Samson falls onto the mat, and starts crawling away.

Nelson: Well, the chase is over.

Richards approaches Samson, who at this point is pressed up against the cage. Richards grabs him by the chest and raises his hand to land the first punch, when Samson starts tapping on the mat. The referee immediately calls for the bell.

Nelson: WHAT???!!

Crumb: THAT’S IT??!!?!?!!?

The referee separates Richards from Samson, and the MMA trainer cannot believe it. The crowd boo loudly as Samson sits and laughs, knowing that Richards cannot now put his hands on him. The referee helps him to his feet and takes both men to the centre of the ring.

Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!!

Nelson: Well... we are off to a good start...

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen... the referee has called a stop to this contest after 1 minute 45 seconds of the very first round... declaring the winner by submission... CHRIS RICHARDS!!!!

WINNER
CHRIS RICHARDS

by SUBMISSION (1R 1:45)

Nelson: In fairness, that is about 1 minute and 42 seconds longer than anyone thought Samson would last...

Richards shakes his head as the referee raises his hand. Samson laughs, having escaped a beating. Irritated, Richards snarls and lunges towards him, prompting Samson to SPRINT as fast as his padded legs will carry him and throw himself through the newly opened den door. The sight of Samson making a break for freedom wins over the angry crowd somewhat, as Richards shakes his head.

Nelson: Well… I would not call that a match but… that is the first match.

Crumb: A profound disappointment to everyone as Joshua escapes his deserved fate.

Nelson: Well as the Lion's Den is raised back up to the ceiling… we are joined by our colleague, fresh from his stunning performance.

Samson: Move over Crumbbu… hey... where’s my seat?

Nelson: To be honest Samson, we did not think you would need it tonight…

Crumb: Funny that…

Samson: Hey is that Lady Itty Bitty over there?

Crumb: How did you miss her?

Samson: I was backstage, warming up.

Crumb: ...why? worried you'd get a stitch from all the running?

Samson: SHADDAP!!!

Nelson: We are going to take it backstage where it seems that Jason…

Crumb: Hey…those are my nachos, Joshua!

Samson: Shaddup and give me some!

Nelson: … Nevermind. Take it away, Jason.

The camera opens up backstage where Jason is standing.

Jason: Thank you, Patrick Nelson. I am backstage awaiting the arrival of the brotherly duo, Eric and Dexter Calloway, together known as The Heathens. They are mere minutes away from walking out to the ring to face Zachary Ryan and Colton Storm, the tag team known as Southern Xchange.

As soon as Jason has finished sure enough the battle ready The Heathens walk into frame. The brothers glare down at the much smaller interviewer. Feeling the sheer intensity emitting from the two larger men, Jason gulps nervously.

Jason: So, uh, Eric and Dexter…

Dexter: Shut your stupid face hole. Me and my brother will do all the talking. You just hold the mic.

Eric: Southern Xchange, you two are still spouting that bullshit about you're the best thing running in the tag team world. When will yall wake the hell up?! You're not even the best in this goddamn company….and tonight, in just a few minutes, we're going to put you two fleabag bitches down like the mutts you are! Let's go, Dex…

The Heathens push past Jason. The young man tries to compose himself as he watches them leave.

Nelson: Well, they look fired up for tonight's match, right guys?

Samson and Crumb ignore patrick.

Samson: Look, either make room for my chair, or I'll hit you with it...

Crumb rolls his eyes and shifts over, allowing Samson to sit down on a steel chair he's acquired from somewhere.

Samson: Thank you... now, lets watch the Heathens kick the crap out of Southern Fried Chicken...

Slayer's “God Hates Us All” starts playing and the two Southern brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They begin to make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway.

Samson: And here comes the baddest tag team in professional wrestling today!

Crumb: Why because they’re a part of the Samson Family?

Samson: Well…that too…

Nelson: Well, lets see how they square up.

Tale of the Tape

Zachary Ryan	Colton Storm	NAME	Eric Calloway	Dexter Calloway
6'6	6'4	HEIGHT	6'2	6'0
275 lbs	250 lbs	WEIGHT	231 lbs	229 lbs
Gainesville, GA	Beaumont, TX	FIGHTING OUT OF	Birmingham, AL	BIrmingham, AL
Total Domination	Total Domination	FINISHERS	Southern Pride	Southern Pride

Crumb: And our twitter Poll.

Samson: Hey, our fans aren't as dumb as they look!

Nelson: Joshua Samson everyone, our Head of PR...

Before The Heathens make it anywhere near the ring, Colton runs up behind Eric and grabs him before he can get fully down the aisle. He throws him hard into a rack of chairs sending them and the fans flying. Dexter turns his attention to the action just in time to get blasted in the back of the head with a hard boot from Zachary. Zachary pulls him up and throws him towards the ring causing his back to collide with the apron. He charges in and throws a hard back elbow to his jaw crushing him against the apron.

Nelson: Southern Xchange with the sneak attack upon The Heathens!

Eric tries to pull himself up using the chairs for a brace. Colton grabs the back of his head and slams him face first into one of the chairs causing it to collapse on itself. Colton pulls him to his feet and scoops him up slamming him down across a nearby chair with a bodyslam. Eric arches his back in pain as Colton drops an elbow into his chest.

Crumb: Are our great fans covered by UGZ insurance in a situation like this?

Nelson: That is a good question, Crumb. This action needs to be quickly moved into the squared circle.

Zachary rolls Dexter into the ring and climbs in after him as the referee finally calls for the bell starting the match.

MATCH 2

SOUTHERN XCHANGE
V
THE HEATHENS

TAG TEAM RULES - 30 MINUTES

Nelson: With two of the four competitors in the ring this match is officially underway!

Zachary grabs Dexter and locks in a reverse chinlock. Dexter pulls on the hands and wrists of Zachary as he continues to apply pressure. Colton pulls Eric out onto the ramp and shoves him shoulder first into the edge of the apron.

Samson: This is some bull! Southern Fried Chicken needs to be disqualified!

Eric clutches his right shoulder as Colton stomps on it before hopping up onto the apron and slapping the top turnbuckle. Dexter struggles to his feet and throws a hard elbow into the ribs of Zachary giving him a little room. He throws another before hoisting him up and dropping him to the mat with a belly to back suplex.

Dexter struggles to crawl towards his corner for a tag but Eric is nowhere to be seen. Zachary gets back to his feet and stalks over towards Dexter who pulls himself up in the corner. Zachary goes for a knife edge chop but Dexter blocks it and kicks the front of his right knee. Dexter grabs him in a front facelock and hoists him up bringing him down hard on the top turnbuckle, his right leg snapping off the rope.

Nelson: Good god! Ryan’s leg must surely be injured from the whiplash effect of hitting the top rope!

Crumb: On no!

Samson: If you think that is bad just wait for what we have in store for the rest of this match!

Zachary clutches his right knee as Dexter grabs hold of it and locks in a grapevine. Zachary screams as Dexter drops down driving his knee into the injured right knee causing him to scream louder. Eric finally pulls himself up onto the apron and tags himself in. He climbs into the ring and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle before leaping off with a closed fist to the exposed knee.

Samson: Now watch The Heathens put in work!

Eric grabs the leg of Zachary and spins around with another grapevine before dropping down driving his knee deep into the wounded area. He quickly stands up still holding the grapevine before dropping down with another shot at the injured area. Eric grabs the right leg and yanks on it before placing it along the bottom rope. He leaps up and drives both knees into the leg as Zachary rolls around clutching at his leg.

Samson: Hahaa!

Crumb: You are one sick puppy, Joshua.

Nelson: The animosity between these two teams stems as far back as when they both debuted on the wrestling scene years ago.

Eric grabs the right leg and flips Zachary onto his stomach. He drops down and locks in a heel hook as Zachary screams in pain. He claws at the mat before adjusting his body and grabbing the bottom rope. The referee yells at Eric to release the hold as he starts to count.

Ref: One… Two... Three…Four…Fi…

Eric finally releases the hold.

Crumb: You know I was wondering why there was so much hate between these two teams. I just thought they didn’t like each other simply because Joshua and Alex Cross don’t like each other.

Samson: Damn Man Munin!

Zachary grabs at his leg and pulls himself under the bottom rope. Eric hits the far ropes and charges in with a baseball slide connecting with his lower back. Zachary rolls off the apron and into the front row of the crowd. Eric steps out onto the apron and watches as Zachary tries to pull himself up. He turns around just as Eric leaps off the apron with a diving closeline.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!

Eric grabs Zachary and rolls him back into the ring before making a cover.

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Zachary rolls the inside shoulder.

Nelson: Southern Xchange was almost defeated there!

Eric drags Zachary over to his corner and tags in Dexter. Zachary breaks free and shoves Eric into Dexter knocking them both out of the ring. Zachary slowly crawls across the ring as Colton reaches out. Dexter hops into the ring and charges across the ring just as Zachary reaches out and makes the tag.

Crumb: Zachary with the hot tag!

Samson: And…?

Colton charges in and connects with a hard boot to the face of Dexter flooring him. Eric charges into the ring and eats a back elbow to the jaw rocking him. Colton charges in and closelines him over the top rope to the outside. He turns around and charges Dexter who’s gotten back to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Colton throws several hard rights and lefts to the midsection of Dexter.

Nelson: Storm is like a man possessed in the ring!

Samson: More likely a man coked up on something illegal!

Nelson: You know better than that, Samson. We employ nothing but some of the finest and drug free athletes in the world.

The referee tries to get between the two. Colon steps back and shoots forward with a hard closeline that drops Dexter to the mat in a seated position. Colton grabs the top rope and stomps away at Dexter. Zachary tags himself in as Colton pulls him out of the corner. Colton grabs him in a front facelock and lifts him up high before leaning back and allowing Zachary to grab his legs. The two men drop down with a powerbomb suplex combo.

Nelson: Excellent teamwork by Southern Xchange!

Zachary makes the cover and hooks both legs.

Thr..

Eric races into the ring and grabs Zachary’s leg and pulls him off breaking the count.

Samson: Way to be there for your brother, Eric!

Colton jumps back into the ring and catches Eric with a running knee lift to the midsection that sends him out of the ring. Colton follows him out as Zachary gets to his feet and pulls Dexter up with him. Zachary goes for a suplex but with the referee looking at the commotion on the outside of the ring Dexter drops to a knee and low blows Zachary.

Nelson and Crumb: OHHHHH!!!!!

Samson: HAHAAAA!!!

Dexter closelines Zachary knocking him over the top rope and onto the apron. Dexter leans over and grabs Zachary pulling him to his feet but catches a hard elbow to the jaw for his trouble. Zachary grabs him in a front facelock and hoists him up before falling off the apron with a suplex leaving them both lying on the floor in pain.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS SOUTHERN XCHANGE AND THE HEATHENS ARE ALL OUTSIDE OF THE RING?!?!

Samson: Probably, “now we really get to see The Heathens kill Southern Fried Chicken!”

The referee yells at Zachary and Dexter to get back in the ring but neither man moves much.

Ref: One… Two…

Colton charges along the outside and throws Eric hard into the crowd as they scatter sending him crashing into a pile of empty chairs.

Ref: Three…

Zachary sits up and pulls on the apron as he tries to get to his feet.

Ref: Four… Five....

Zachary leans his back against the apron as Dexter slowly pulls himself up.

Ref: Six…

Zachary grabs Dexter and pulls him up connecting with a short elbow to the jaw. Colton pulls Eric out of the debris and slams him face first into a nearby empty chair.

Ref: Seven…

Zachary grabs Dexter and tries to throw him into the crowd but he reverses it into a short-arm closeline.

Ref: Eight…

Eric shoves Colton back and charges in jumps on a chair and goes for a flying closeline but Eric catches him with a boot in midair.

Ref: Nine…

Dexter grabs Zachary and drags him back towards the ring.

Ref: Ten…

Crowd: TEN TEN TEN TEN TEN!!!

Zachary breaks away and drives a knee into his midsection. The referee calls for the bell as all four men continue to fight.

Torres: This match has been ruled a double countout!

RESULT
DRAW

DOUBLE COUNT OUT (08:42)

Samson: What the hell?!

Nelson: The hatred between these two teams could not possibly be settled in one match! You have to think that this feud is not over by a longshot!

Crumb: They’re still going at it!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!!

The crowd cheer as the fighting continues, apparently not upset by the count out finish and wanting to see the two teams continue their fight. Zachary grabs Dexter and drags him towards the door as Colton pulls Eric to his feet and follows his partner. Before they can get too far both Heathens break free and deliver forearms to their opponents faces before fighting into the back.

Crumb: So the sum total of Supercard II results, as it stands, is Joshua wetting himself, and a double count-out...

Nelson: Maybe... but that was one hell of a tag match... I don't think we've seen the last of this rivalry!!!

Samson: Count on it!

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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 20, 2016 5:36:53 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 20, 2016 5:36:53 GMT -6

Backstage, Konrad Raab is busy stretching. Chris Richards is nearby monitoring him as he does so.

Raab: I still can’t believe Samson…

There is a knock at the door. Richards, wary of what may be on the other side, approaches slowly and flings the door open.

Kellar: Chris.

Richards: Oh, it’s you.

Kellar: Charming.

Richards: You know what I meant… I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t one of Samson’s lackeys.

Kellar: I saw what happened, I can’t say I’m surprised…

Konrad: Jon, that you?

Kellar: Konrad, I’m glad you could make it. I know how busy you are at the moment.

Konrad: Thank you very much. Been too busy dealing with my father passing away and then having title shots after another in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Chris, take it easy on Jon as he’s the reason I signed with Underground Zero Wrestling.

Chris steps aside as Kellar smiles and enters. He warmly shakes The Iceman’s hand.

Kellar: I just came to wish you luck. I don’t know if you’re aware but… I helped train the Mongrel, and there was a reason I selected him. His technical skill leaves something to be desired, but he has a hell of a lot of power and speed. Don’t underestimate him, and don’t think of him as your typical in-ring ape man. He’s got a lot more to him than that.

Konrad: “I never underestimate any of my opponents I face, that’s never been who I am as a wrestler. I treat everyone as they are a huge threat to me no matter what. I know what I’m doing.

Kellar: Good… then you should have no problems. Deal with the Mongrel and then maybe…

Sean enters behind Kellar, the GPC World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. Kellar taps on the belt as he speaks.

Kellar: Maybe we can talk about that rematch.

Konrad smiles

Konrad: Nothing would please me more.

Another warm handshake.

Kellar: Good luck Konrad

With that, Konrad leaves and makes his way to the ring

Samson: Excuse me while I puke...

"Cold as Ice" by M.O.P plays over the sound system as Konrad comes out through the double doors just wearing his blue and white mask with white hair along with his wrestling trousers with his nickname The Iceman on the front of them with Pit Bull Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands.

Torres: “Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany... weighing in at 230lbs... making his in-ring Underground Zero debut...he is The Iceman....KONRAAAADDDDD RAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!”

Raab high fives the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone cheers him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent waiting for the match to start.

Samson: I didn't realize how old Konnie really was until I seen him in person. Damn...what is he...sixty-five? Seventy?

Crumb: Konrab is forty-nine, Joshua.

Samson: FORTY-NINE!! DAMN HE'S OLD!

"No Rest For the Wicked" by Godsmack starts and a small boo goes through the crowd as The Mongrel enters the Trouble Trax.

Torres: “And his opponent, from Chandler, Arizona weighing in at 377lbs... the MONGREL!!!!!!!”

Mongrel looks straight ahead, and stalks to the ring, like a lion slowly but fluidly descending to its hunting grounds. He ignores the fans.

Crumb: This man is terrifyingly terrifying!

Nelson: The Mongrel is quite possibly the most frightening individual since Ring of Honor Icon Lord Deacon Kane graced our presence!

Samson: And just like Icon Lord Deacon would have done if this was him, he's going to beat Konnie to a bloody pulp of flesh!

Raab and Mongrel stare at each other across the ring.

Nelson: Okay, lets see the tale of the tape!

"The Iceman" Konrad Raab	NAME	The Mongrel
6"4	HEIGHT	6"11
230lbs	WEIGHT	377lbs
Cologne, Germany	FIGHTING OUT OF	Chandler, Arizona
The Ice Storm	FINISHER	Done Deal

Nelson: And the fan poll...

Crumb: Looks like the fans are narowly backing the Monster over the Iceman here...

Samson: In other words, Chrissy Poo's favourite student's about to get torn to bits.

MATCH 3

"THE ICEMAN" KONRAD RAAB
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THE MONGREL

STANDARD RULES - 15 MINUTES

The bell rings and the two men tie up in the centre of the ring. A test of strength ends exactly as you would have thought as Mongrel casually shoves Raab back into the turnbuckle and to the floor. Raab stares up at his opponent, but shows no emotion whatsoever as he casually gets back to his feet and re-sets himself.

Crumb: It's like looking at an ocean at sunset...

Samson: Oh god... Crumbbum's in love...

Crumb: Seriously, nothing phases him whatsoever!

Nelson: Konrad Raab has a well earned reputation for his unflappable ice-cold demeanour... he will be difficult to crack.

Raab approaches again and the two tie up. This time, when Mongrel goes to shove him across the ring, Raab plants his feet and uses Mongrel's momentum to take him to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Raab immediately transitions into a side headlock and wrenches away at Mongrel's neck, slowly transitioning up until his knee is on Mongrel's back. Once there, he wrenches back on Mongrel's chin, putting pressure on Mongrel's spine.

Nelson: Raab has a slow... methodical...

Samson: Boring...

Nelson: *sigh* ...technical method of wrestling. Very much a wrestler in the Japanese/European mould.

Samson: Hey, Mongrel's no slouch technically. He was mentored by Icon Kellar!

Nelson: Wait, what?

Samson: I mean... Mongrel's no slouch despite being mentored by Lord Fathead...

Crumb: Did you just...?

Samson: Hey look, Mongrel's winning.

Mongrel has fought up to his feet, using his superior power and weight to power out of the hold. The Iceman is able to hang onto the side headlock however, and Mongrel is forced to back onto the ropes. He pushes Raab across the ring and goes for a clothesline on the return, but Raab ducks underneath him and gets a rear waistlock.

Crumb: That's almost 400lbs!!!! Surely he can't...

Mongrel throws back an elbow into Raab's face, and Raab staggers away, breaking the hold.

Samson: You're right, he can't!

Mongrel tracks Raab into the corner, where he pins him against the turnbuckle with one of his massive hands. He lifts the other one to his lips in a "shhhh" motion to the crowd, and the crowd quietens. Once Mongrel feels it has quietened enough, he raises his hand above his head and brings it down hard on Raab's chest.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Again, Mongrel motions for quiet. The noise dims, he lifts his hand, and smacks Raab again.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Nelson: It's a very simple move, but in the hands of that monster it is like being hit by a frying pan attached to a piston engine!

Again, Mongrel issues for quiet, but this time when he raises his hand Raab throws a tough hook to Mongrel's body. Raab throws rights and lefts, pushing the monster back. He jumps up onto the second rope and leaps out of the corner, taking Mongrel down with a picture perfect flying neck breaker. Raab immediately goes for the cover.

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Mongrel kicks out, and Raab rolls away from him. Mongrel snarls at Raab as the Ice Man gets up to his feet. In a rage, Mongrel charges at Raab looking to clothesline him out of the ring, but Raab drops down and pulls the top rope with him, sending Mongrel tumbling to the outside.

Crumb: Bye Mongrel!!!

Mongrel lands hard on the outside, but is back to his feet almost immediately, fuming. Without any hesitation, Raab climbs to the top rope and leaps off into a diving spear. He drives his shoulder into Mongrel's gut and leaves both men sprawled on the outside.

Crowd: HOLY S**T! HOLY S**T!

Crumb: KONRAD RAAB JUST TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH!!!

Ref: 1......2.......3.......4......5.......6......

Konrad is up, but seems to have tweaked his shoulder in performing the spear. He shakes his arm to get some feeling back, before grabbing Mongrel and throwing him back into the ring. Raab rolls back in and covers Mongrel again.

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Mongrel reaches out with his foot and puts it on the bottom rope. The referee stops the count, prompting Raab to drag the foot down and resume the cover.

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The Mongrel kicks out before the referee's hand can hit the canvas again. Raab shakes his head in frustration, and drags Mongrel further into the ring. This time however, he doesn't go for the cover, and instead grabs Mongrel's leg and locks in the STF. He wraps his hands around Mongrel's face and yanks back. He winces as he does and loosens the hold for a second, tapping on his shoulder, then re-applies the hold.

Nelson: Looks like Raab may have injured his shoulder performing that diving spear.

Samson: Awww... poor Konnie...

Raab manages to get the hold locked in and wrenches back on Mongrel's neck. The beast struggles in the hold, but Raab holds firm despite the pain in his shoulder.

Nelson: Raab looking to force the submission here...

Raab wrenches back further and Mongrel reaches out towards the ropes, looking to break the hold. He cannot reach them, however, and slumps back down onto the mat. Suddenly, however, he starts to push up. Taking Raab with him as he does.

Nelson: My god!

Crumb: Look at the strength of Mongrel!

Mongrel fights back up to his feet, then reaches down and grabs Raab. With as much force as he can muster, Mongrel charges backwards and crushes Raab against the turnbuckle. Raab manages to keep what's left of his grip at first, but a repeat performance finally forces him to think otherwise. With Raab slumped over the top rope in the corner, Mongrel grabs him round the waist and throws him over his head almost effortlessly; planting Raab with a belly to belly overhead suplex.

Samson: Now that's power! Mark my words, Mongrel is going to tear this place up royally now that he's here, starting with Konnie!

Raab struggles away from Mongrel, feeling at his right shoulder following the hard landing. Mongrel almost immediately sees an opportunity and rebounds off the ropes, dropping a leg across Raab's shoulder. This brings a howl of pain from the German as Mongrel rebounds again and drops another leg across the shoulder.

Nelson: The Mongrel is starting to build momentum here, and that is not good news for Raab! Once The Mongrel gets going, it takes a lot to stop him.

Crumb: And looking at Konrab's shoulder, I'm not sure he'll be able to find it.

Nelson: Don't count him out yet... this is a man who took Icon Lord Kellar to the limit in a match in Japan.

Samson: Yeah... like that's an achievement....

Mongrel drops the leg one more time, and immediately goes for the cover.

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Despite the pain in his shoulder, Raab throws it up off the canvas to break the hold. In doing so, he clearly tweaks his shoulder again. He sits up, but Mongrel is on him like a rash, locking in a shoulder claw, digging his fingers into the injured joint. He presses down, stopping Raab from getting up to his feet.

Crumb: That shoulder might as well have a big bullseye on it!

Nelson: The Mongrel showing some of his improving in-ring tactics here.

Samson: Like I told you, Konnie has no chance!!!

Raab grabs at Mongrel's arm and tries to remove it, but Mongrel just laughs it off and uses his superior strength. Suddenly, Raab switches position and swings his legs up, kicking Mongrel in the head. That does prompt Mongrel to break the hold as Raab struggles up to his feet and throws some punches. With a hard European Uppercut he sends Mongrel back into the corner and charges in, clotheslining the bigger man against the turnbuckle.

Crumb: You were saying, Joshua?

Mongrel staggers out of the corner and again Raab gets a Rear Waistlock and attempts a German suplex. Again, however, the combination of his shoulder injury and the sheer size of Mongrel means he cannot get any power behind it and Mongrel battles out.

Samson: You were saying Crumbbum?

Mongrel staggers back into the corner, and Raab comes charging in. At the last second, Mongrel moves out of the way and The Iceman's attempted spear finds nothing of Mongrel and all of the steel ring post, further damaging his injured shoulder.

Crumb: Eeeeeeesh!!!

Samson: That had to hurt!!!

Raab immediately drops onto the canvas on the outside and falls to the outside, clutching at his shoulder. This gives time for Mongrel to gain his bearings after the punches as the dreaded 10 count begins.

Ref: 1.....2.......3.....4

Mongrel, clearly not content with a count out, rolls to the outside and grabs a struggling Raab by the back of his mask. With seemingly little effort, Mongrel picks his opponent up in a bearhug, and charges towards the ring post. Ensuring that Raab's shoulder takes another hit on the way past. Mongrel turns and ducks down lower, this time driving Raab into the ring apron.

Nelson: The Mongrel has snatched back the initiative in this match!!!!

Ref: 7....8....

Mongrel grabs Raab and rolls him back into the ring, then follows to break the count. As Raab throws an errant punch to try and get Mongrel to back off, Mongrel drags the Iceman to his feet and grabs him in another bear hug, ensuring that Raab's injured arm is closest to Mongrel's head.

Nelson: Very smart strategy by The Mongrel here. In order to break out, Raab will have to use his injured arm, thus doing plenty of damage to himself trying to escape!

Mongrel squeezes Raab hard, looking to crush the life out of him. Raab struggles in the hold for a while, and then slumps over Mongrel's shoulder.

Samson: That's if Konnie can even find the bratwurst to attempt escape...

Both commentators look at Samson.

Samson: What?

Crumb: That euphemism really doesn't work... bratwurst is a sausage, not balls...

Samson: How would you know what balls look like?

Crumb: How would you? You practically wet yourself when Richards touched you in the Lion's Den match earlier...

Samson: Shaddup!

Nelson: Gentlemen... wrestling match?

The referee approaches Raab, who struggles again as Mongrel tightens the hold, then goes limp. The referee grabs Raab's arm and lifts it, and it drops.

Ref: ONE!!!

Samson: Stick a fork in that bratwurst, he's done!!

Crumb: That's... better I guess.

The referee lifts the arm again, but this time it doesn't drop as Raab lets out a howl of anguish and determination and tries to push out of the hold.

Nelson: Not yet!!!

Despite the pain, Raab raises his pained right arm and elbows Mongrel in the side of the head, once, twice, three times. Still Mongrel holds on.

Crumb: Ha! Konrad isn't done yet!!!

With one last hard blow Raab finally elbows his way out of the bearhug, and kicks Mongrel in the stomach for good measure. Raab rebounds off the ropes, looking for a big move on the way home, but Mongrel lifts him into the air and plants him with a sidewalk slam. Mongrel gets up to his feet and signals to the crowd.

Nelson: We have seen that before. Looks like The Mongrel is going to make this match a Done Deal

Raab finds himself on his needs as Mongrel sets him for the Done Deal, but as he lifts him Raab turns in midair and pulls Mongrel forwards and onto his knees with a double-knee facecrusher. A dazed Mongrel stands for a second, then immediately hits the ground. Raab, on the other hand, seems to have found his second(?) wind and struggles up to his feet. He clutches at his shoulder, but refuses to stop as the crowd roar him on.

Crowd: ICEMAN!!! ICEMAN!!! ICEMAN!!!

Raab stalks the Beast as he staggers back to his feet. As he finally gets vertical Raab throws a hard right which sends Mongrel reeling back. Raab is clearly still feeling something in his right shoulder as he staggers towards his opponent, letting his arm hang down by its side. He grabs Mongrel on the ropes and nails another hard hook to the beast. He cocks his arm and goes to throw another, but Mongrel blocks it and pushes Raab back. Mongrel goes for a right hand of his own but Raab drops underneath it and gets a rear waist lock. Once last time he attempts a German Suplex, and succeeds!!

Crowd: ONE!!!

Raab keeps the lock, though he is clearly pained from the damage to his shoulder. He slams the beast again.

Crowd: TWO!!!

Crumb: LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF KONRAD RAAB!!!! WHAT MUST MONGREL BE THINKING RIGHT NOW???!!!!

Nelson: The people on this planet that can throw the Mongrel around are few and far between.

Raab drags Mongrel back to his feet and goes to complete the hat-trick, but an elbow from Mongrel forces him to break off the hold. Mongrel turns and grabs him by the throat with both hands. As Mongrel crushes Raab's neck and the referee attempts to separate them, a countdown appears on screen.

Crowd: 10.... 9..... 8.....

Nelson: We're almost at 15 minutes!!!

Realising that the time limit is almost up, Mongrel tightens his grip on Raab and goes to lift him, but a kick to the gut puts paid to that. Mongrel throws a hard right but Raab ducks, jumps and blasts Mongrel into the mat with the Ice Storm.

Crumb: ICE STORM!!! IT'S OVER!!!

Nelson: Shades of the great Ring of Honor Icon Zac Sharp there!

Samson: No... don't you ever, EVER compare Konnie to The Saint Turned Sinner!

Raab has the match won, but the last move appears to have finished off his shoulder as he lies on the mat clutching at it.

Crumb: Konrad needs to get the cover here!!!

Crowd: 4....3.....2

Raab realises that time is almost up and drags himself. He throws himself across the ring and covers MONGREL with his injured arm. The referee drops down to count, but before his hand can hit the mat, the klaxon sounds. Reluctantly, the referee calls for the bell as Raab rolls away in frustration.

RESULT
DRAW

TIME LIMIT EXPIRED (15:00)

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen... the 15 minute time-limit for this match has expired. As neither man has scored a pinfall, submission or count-out victory within that time, the referee has called this match a draw.

Crumb: WHAT??!!!! IT CAN'T END THAT WAY!!!!!

Raab rolls over and glares at the referee through his mask, demanding that he restart the match. The referee, clearly reluctantly, shakes his head and points to his watch.

The crowd are equally incredulous, especially with Raab so close to an apparent victory.

Crowd: FIVE MORE MINUTES!!! FIVE MORE MINUTES!!! FIVE MORE MINUTES!!!

Raab is helped to his feet by an arriving Chris Richards, who applies an ice pack to Raab's shoulder and attempts to rotate it round, but Raab winces as he does. In the other corner, Mongrel curses not being able to get the job done.

Nelson: Well, the crowd does not like it, but a time limit is a time limit.

Samson: What kind of b****** is this? Mongrel had Konnie beat. This is clearly one of Lord Fathead's ideas. Trying to stop his buddy being shown up.

Crumb: What match were you watching?

As Richards and Raab go to leave the ring, Mongrel suddenly charges across it and crushes Raab against the turnbuckle. Richards turns in shock and goes to defend himself, but Mongrel grabs him by the throat and choke-bombs him into the mat.

Crumb: Oh come on!!! What a cowardly attack!

Nelson: This is completely uncalled for!

Raab is powerless to watch as Mongrel picks Richards up by the throat and throws him out of the ring - hard. Richards lands on the outside and lies prone.

Samson: Awww... poor Chrissy Poo!

Nelson: The Mongrel has done what Joshua Samson could not and...

Samson: Excuse me, I COULD have done whatever I wanted. I spared Chrissy Poo because I have a longer term strategy in mind.

Crumb: "Strategy" eh?

Raab gets up and throws a right hand at Mongrel, but his shoulder prevents him getting any real impact behind it. Mongrel blocks the punch and clothesline Raab to the floor. Mongrel rolls out of the ring and reaches back in to grab Raab by his injured arm. He drags the Ice Man across to the corner where the ring post is.

Crumb: No! Don't do this!!!

As the crowd boo and jeer, Mongrel drives his fist down and into Raab's shoulder "hammer-style". He then grabs Raab's arm and with a pause and a grin, he drives his upper arm against the ring post. He laughs as the crowd continue to rag on him, before doing so again. And again.

Nelson: This is a relentless assault on a clearly injured Konrad Raab!!!

Samson: No less than Konnie deserves...

Crumb: How does he deserve this??!!!

Mongrel drags Raab out of the ring, again by his injured arm. By this point ringside security have arrived but strangely none of them are willing to approach the near 400lbs Mongrel. Mongrel lifts Raab up onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry position. He carries the Ice Man over towards the steel ring steps!

Crumb: No... NO DON'T DO THIS!!!

With one last sneer at the crowd Mongrel lifts Raab up - Burning Hammer style - and drives him to the ground, ensuring that his injured shoulder makes maximum impact with the steel ring steps on the way down. Raab howls as his shoulder hits the steel, and writhes on the floor clutching at it. Mongrel simply looks down at him and grins.

Nelson: That was a sick sick assault on a fellow competitor, and what has it proved?

Samson: It's proved that William Saint may well have found that vicious streak that will make him a top competitor. Looks like Snowflake still needs to find his.

As EMTs arrive on the scene, The Mongrel picks this moment to make his exit. He strides back up at the ramp, arms raised, as the crowd boo. Meanwhile the EMTs get to work on Raab's shoulder as Chris Richards, now just about recovering himself, looks on.

"Mongrel! Mongrel! May I have a quick moment?"

Jason is running toward The Mongrel who has just entered the backstage after his match against Konrad Raab. The near seven footer glares back at the approaching interviewer.

Jason: (catching his breath) Q-q-uick question or two?

Mongrel: Mister Jason…

Mongrel searches his mental memory bank for the young man's last name but can't seem to locate it. Noticing that the big man is at a loss, Jason holds up his hand.

Jason: …Nevermind. It seems like no one around here remembers my full name. I might as well go by--

Mongrel: What are your questions, sir?

Jason: Oh, yeah, sorry. In your match tonight you came up short in defeating Konrad Raab. Any thoughts upon that?

Mongrel: I did not come up short, young Jason. In our confrontation here at Supercard Two: Vendetta, Mister Raab managed to garner my respect. Though his ability to properly build toward said match was found lacking, he did not disappoint once it was time to exhibit the goods.

Jason: With the match going to a time limit draw, do you believe that you and Raab will wrestle again in the near future?

Mongrel: That is a far gone conclusion, young Jason. Though one can only wager that Mister Raab will not seek another encounter.

Jason: And why do you think that?

Mongrel: Between his championship aspirations in his varied other wrestling associations he is employed with and attending to his family life, I can only imagine that Mister Raab's time will be fully taken. Besides it should take several months for the healing process to be complete for the shoulder injury sustained.

Jason: Fair enough. Can you explain your actions at the conclusion of the match when you attacked Raab's trainer, Chris Richards?

Mongrel, hands on his hips, stares menacingly down at Jason.

Mongrel: Think of it as a "longer term strategy."

The man monster allows the words to hang in the air as he turns and walks away.

Jason: Longer term strategy? Isn't that what Joshua Samson said…?

Crumb: Yeah, isn't that what you said?

Samson: Hey is that Jazmin Davis over there?

The camera pans across to show Jazmin Davis sat quietly in the back row of the Trouble Trax as the Supercard Two: Vendetta show, her attention more on the door than the action in the ring.

Nelson: That is indeed the daughter of Icon Nathaniel Davis, Crumb. I wonder why she is sitting in the audience and not watching the show from backstage?

Jazmin's full attention turns to the door as it opensup and Amanda Reynolds steps inside. Before Amanda can react, Jazmin flies out of her seat and connects with a hard forearm shot to the chest that knocks her against the nearby wall.

Crumb: WHAT CAN AMANDA REYNOLDS BE THINKING AS JAZMIN DAVIS JUST ATTACKED HER?!?!

Samson: Probably, "assault charges will be charged ASAP with the Atlanta Police Department!"

Nelson: Reynolds had to have expected this, Samson. The two have been in a very charged social media war.

Amanda shoves her away but Jazmin charges back with another forearm shot to the chest followed by a European uppercut that almost knocks her to the floor. She grabs the back of Amanda’s head and spins around looking to throw her into the wall but Amanda blocks it with a knee lift to the midsection. Amanda stands up quickly and drives another knee into Jazmin's jaw standing her straight up. She follows up with a hard headbutt to Jazmin’s face that causes a small amount of blood to trickle from her nose.

Samson: Let it be known that I have officially been on the record that little Jazmin had fair warning. I have too much respect for her old man to create beef with his daughter. This is all Jazmin's doing!

Amanda grabs a handful of Jazmin’s hair and throws her hard into the wall slamming her back against it. Without letting go, Amanda spins and throws Jazmin into the double doors sending them flying open and causing Jazmin to slide across the parking lot. Amanda forces the doors open as several officials flood the area from the parking lot.

Crumb: And now this fight has moved outside!

Jazmin gets to her feet and charges Amanda catching her with a hard right to the face. Several students from the back suddenly appear and pull the two women apart.

Nelson: Thank goodness some of the Trouble Trax students have come out to help put an end to this!

Amanda tries to free herself from the grip of the officials and manages to get for a moment and leap over the wrestlers with a flying elbow. Amanda is pulled away again as Jazmin does her best to get free but more people show up to detain the two screaming young women.

Amanda: Fuck you bitch!

Jazmin: This isn't over, hoe! This isn't over!

Nelson: Well... that was unexpected!

Crumb: And I doubt that's the end of it!!!

"Princess of China" by Coldplay and Rihanna fills the arena, and the crowd sings along with the "OHHHHH" as they await Sophia's arrival.

Torres: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring first…. fighting out of Southampton, England... Silver….SOPHIIIIAAAAA WILSOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

When the "OHHH" stops and the vocals start, Sophia emerges the double doors. She walks to the ring, arms out wide and her head down and hidden under a silver hooded jacket. She looks focused and determined as the crowd continue to join in on the "OHHHHH"s.

Nelson: Listen to this capacity crowd!

Crumb: What? They’re all I can hear.

Samson: That’s called sympathy cheers! This crowd knows that Sophia is about to be murdered by Champa!

When Sophia reaches the ring, she jumps up onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over it. She lands in the ring and rolls into a crouched position, holding that pose for a few seconds before throwing back her hood and standing, spreading her arms out wide. She retreats to the corner and removes her jacket.

Torres: And her opponent…representing the Samson Family…he is The Big Shot….JOHNNNNN CHAMPPPPPAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Greatness in the Flesh" flashes across the screen, as the arena's lights begin to strobe throughout the arena.

You ready? Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all come on

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

John Champa walks out and stands in the entrance way as pyro shoots off, and a spotlight shines down on him.

Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him

But trip em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go

Who the heck is he anyway? He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin' raps

Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin' for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

John walks cockily down the aisle to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames?
And I heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game

Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he messin with S-dot

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

As he reaches the ring, he jumps on to the apron and enters the ring. The spotlight still on him, John stands in the center of the ring, his arms stretched out welcoming the crowds reaction.

Nelson: Love or hate him, there is no denying that John Champa will always elicit some kind of emotion!

Samson: Well tonight’s emotion will be joy once Champa destroys Sophia once and for all!

Nelson: Well, lets see how they stack up

Tale of the Tape

"Silver" Sophia Wilson	NAME	The Mongrel
5"4	HEIGHT	6"3
115lbs	WEIGHT	240lbs
Southampton, ENG	FIGHTING OUT OF	Pearl River, Missouri
Silverstrike	FINISHER	Star-Struck

Crumb: Well Champa clearly has the weight and power advantage over the much smaller Sophia, but that hasn't stopped the fans from backing Sophia in the poll!

Samson: Bah, what do polls mean in this day and age?

MATCH 4

"SILVER" SOPHIA WILSON
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"THE BIG SHOT" JOHN CHAMPA

STANDARD RULES - 15 MINUTES

As the bell rings, Champa and Sophia slowly circle each other.

Crumb: HERE WE GO!!!!

Sophia holds her hands up ready to strike. Champa shoots in for a grapple, but Sophia quickly steps back avoiding the hold. They continue to circle each other before Sophia goes in for a strike. Champa is able to sidestep and catches her this time with a grapple. Sophia quickly counters and escapes the hold.

Crumb: Neither opponent wants to give an inch here.

Crowd: SILVER LINING!!! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SILVER LINING!!!

Samson: C’mon! This stinks. Do something already, Champa!

Sophia eager to get started takes a swing at Champa. She connects with a right and then follows up with a left before hitting Champa with a spinning heel kick. The Big Shot falls back against the ropes and Sophia follows him with a running knee lift. Champa is able to dodge this though and catches Sophia as she bounces off of the ropes with a back body drop.

Champa throws his hands up in the air as the crowd boos. Sophia isn’t down for long though. She kips up as Champa is still celebrating. Sophia catches him from behind with roll-up pin.

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Nelson: Wilson is going to have to do more than that if she wants to put John Champa down for the three count.

Crumb: As much as I hate to give him credit, I have to give Champa credit. He has proven time and time again how hard it is to beat him in that ring.

Back in the ring Sophia plants Champa on the mat with a snap suplex. As Sophia pulls Champa to his feet, he counters with an elbow. She wobbles and he connects with a Pele kick!

Samson: GOALLLLLL!!!!!

As Sophia begins to get up, Champa runs toward the ropes and jumps over them to the apron on the outside. Just as she starts to make it back to her feet, Greatness in the Flesh nails her with a springboard clothesline.

Crumb: Champa seems to be pulling out all the stops against Sophia!

Nelson: That he does, Crumb. And all of this just to get back at Icon Lord Jon Kellar, Samson?

Samson: Lord Fathead and those close to him deserve nothing less…

Champa lifts Sophia up and slams her down to the mat with a one armed powerbomb. Champa drops for the pin.
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Crumb: WHAT CAN JOHN CHAMPA BE THINKING AS SOPHIA WILSON KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND?!?!

Champa pounds on the mat before jumping up to his feet. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle while Sophia tries to clear the cobwebs. Champa jumps off of the top rope looking for an elbow drop. Sophia rolls out of the way at the last minute causing Champa to hit the mat with a sick thud. The crowd goes wild.

Nelson: Uncharacteristic high risk move from the normally calculated John Champa!

Sophia gets to her feet and hits Champa with a standing moonsault. Looking to capitalize she drops down for the pin.

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Crumb: Sophia can’t believe it!

Samson: Because just like her bloated headed uncle she doesn’t realize defeat when it’s looking her right in the face! Champa is about to end this right now….no more playing!

Champa pulls himself back up and Sophia attempts a roundhouse. Champa ducks and catches her with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sophia lands on her feet though. Champa turns around only to be met with her Silverstrike (buzzsaw kick)!

Nelson: What a devastating buzzsaw kick from Wilson! This match could be over after that finishing move!

Samson: What the hell?!

The crowd is cheering loudly now. Sophia drops down for the cover.

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Crumb: Out of nowhere!!! Out of nothing, one buzzsaw kick finishes John Champa!!! Sophia has done it! SOPHIA HAS DONE IT!!!!

The crowd go absolutely ballistic as Sophia, out of nowhere, fells John Champa with one of her trademark kicks.

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of this bout... "SILVER" SOPHIA WILSON!!!!!

WINNER
"SILVER" SOPHIA WILSON

BY PINFALL (05:21)

Samson: WHAT.... THE.... ACTUAL.... HELL?!

Nelson: Sophia Wilson has gained a measure of revenge against John Champa here at Supercard Two: Vendetta!

Sophia’s eyes go wide. She can’t believe it as she collapses to her knees. Suddenly coming through the double doors are The Heathens. Eric and Dexter make a beehive toward the ring as the crowd explodes in jeers.

Samson: Time to do what the Samson Family do!

Crumb: LOOK OUT, SOPHIA!

In the ring Champa is making it back to his feet while Sophia, back to the incoming danger, is still on her knees. The Heathens slide into the ring, rush past Sophia, and drive a rising Champa back into the turnbuckle.

Nelson: What in the world?!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE HEATHENS ARE ATTACKING JOHN CHAMPA AND NOT SOPHIA WILSON?!?!

Champa crumples into the corner as The Heathens put the boots to him. After a few moments of that, they pull him out. Eric hits Champa with a wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter adds a sitout rear mat slam driving Champa’s head into the mat.

Crumb: The Heathens call that Southern Pride!

Nelson: Samson, you are very quiet. What is going on here?

The Heathens roll out of the ring and make their way back up the rampway, never glancing back at the barely conscious Champa in the ring. This leaves Sophia, of all people, to go over and check on him and signal for the EMTs. She looks up in complete surprise.

Samson: Let’s just say it’s time for some reshuffling of the deck…

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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 20, 2016 6:22:11 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 20, 2016 6:22:11 GMT -6

"Daddy, I want Amanda Reynolds…NOW!"

The office door slams loudly behind Jazmin Davis as she stepped into the office of her father Ring of Honor Icon Nathaniel Davis. The one third owner of Underground Zero looks up from the laptop he's frantically typing on.

Jazmin: Did you hear me, Daddy? I want Amanda in the ring tonight here on Supercard Two: Vendetta!

Davis: Calm down, Jazzy Girl. I heard about the altercation between you and Amanda earlier tonight and I'm very disappointed in you. You know that isn't how we handle things at all.

The daughter crosses her arms over her chest in angered defiance.

Davis: There is a certain level of maturity that must be…

Jazmin: Save the maturity speech, Daddy. This is about defendin' the honor of our family. Amanda thinks she can get on Twitter and say anythin' and everythin' about us.

Davis: (stifling a laugh) Twitter, Jazmin? You know I'm ol' school and don't keep up with all this modern technology. It shouldn't matter what social media or platform Amanda used, you have to be bigger than that. They were only words.

Jazmin: No way, Daddy. I can't let that big mouth skank slide on this one. I should have beat her down when she broke Stephon's heart last year.

Davis: That is…was… your brother's business that he supposedly dealt with, Jaz. I admire your willingness to defend the family honor but I truly believe that your focus is misplaced. Just let it go…please?

Jazmin looks into the pleading eyes of her father and exhales audibly. She breaks the eye contact by looking own to the floor for a few seconds before returning to the face of her hero/father/boss.

Jazmin: I can't….

She turns to walk out the office but stops just short and looks back toward her Iconic father.

Jazmin: If you don't make this happen, Daddy, I swear I'm goin' to be at her every chance that comes up.

With that Jazmin leaves the office leaving a grim faced Davis in wonder.

Suddenly there is a very audible *ping* from the laptop, and Davis looks down. His eyes widen.

Davis: This... these viewing figures can't be right...

Crumb: Okay, hands up all those who want to see Jazmin Davis vs Amanda Reynolds in a UGZ ring.

Two of the three Stooges raise their hands, Samson does not.

Samson: Dream on... I'm not letting the hottest female in-ring talent in this country go one on one with that thug... no matter who her father is.

Crumb: Yeah... why would we give the fans what they want...

Sophia walks backstage. She realises that she is just passing her Uncle's office and knocks on the door

Sean: Come in

Sophia enters to find Sean standing, watching her uncle as he shadow boxes and ducks left and right.

Sophia: Hi...

Sean: Sophs!!!

Sean walks forwards and grabs her in a big hug

Sean: Congratulations... I knew you could do it...

Sophia: Thanks... er....

Kellar doesn't even acknowledge her, continuing to shadow box and warm up.

Sean: He's proud of you too, don't take it personally... I've barely got two words out of him all day...

Sophia: He's... really focussed...

Sean: He needs to be... this isn't any ordinary match.

Sophia finds a bench and takes a seat, then starts to remove her gloves.

Sophia: Sean... why would The Heathens attack Champa and leave me alone?

Sean shakes his head

Sean: I've got an idea Lass, but you're not going to like it...

Sophia: After all the things Samson and Champa have said about me... done to me... why the hell would Samson turn his back on Champa?

Sean: Joshua isn't stupid... I guess he figured Champa was spent currency and he's looking elsewhere...

Sean turns back towards Sophia, who raises her eyebrow

Sophia: You're not serious...

Sean: Joshua is making a lot of waves at the moment, recruiting a lot of talent, and you just knocked out a former World Champion with a single kick.

Sophia: But the things he...

Sean: It wouldn't be the first time Joshua's kept his cards close to his chest. Watch out for him Silver... he doesn't take no for an answer... and between Vanderbilt, Mongrel, Storms and those two thugs from down south he's got a LOT of muscle...

Sophia: No way. I am NOT working with Joshua Samson...

Kellar: No, you're not...

Kellar turns

Kellar: Samson used my time away to gain a lot of momentum... but this is still my company... and starting tonight, right now, we fight back. You took out Champa, now it's up to me and Alex to finish this off before it starts.

Sean: Can you trust Alex?

Kellar: He's got talent... I trust that...

Kellar pulls his hood up and over his head.

Kellar: You ready?

Sean throws a towel over his shoulder and grabs a water bottle, and the GPC Championship.

Sean: Always...

Sophia: Good luck.

Kellar smiles and gives her a hug

Kellar: See you in 10...

Crumb: Wait... are you... are you trying to recruit Sophia Wilson to the Samson Family...

Samson: That's the most idiotic thing you've ever said, and that's up against a lot of competition.

Crumb: Yes... or no?

Samson: If I were... which I'm not... do you think I'd tell you?

Crumb: YES OR NO?!?!?!!

“Applause (Sindre Myskja Metal Remix)” by Lady Gaga erupts from the PA as a deep blue spotlight in the shape of an inverted pentagram illuminates the entrance area. Vernon Vanderbilt emerges from the back, resplendent in blue and black, including a luxurious, feathered cape. He basks in the spotlight's glow for a moment, arms outstretched, flashing the Vs for victory, then regally strolls down the aisle toward the ring.

Samson: Now this is what I've been looking forward to... Lord Fathead finally getting what's coming to him!

Crumb: Be careful what you wish for Joshua...

Samson: What? You really think Lord Fathead's got what it takes to beat Mr Mercy? Fat chance...

He ascends the steps and climbs to the top turnbuckle, leering and taunting the audience for a few moments as he removes his cape, before moonsaulting into the ring, landing on his feet. The crowd applaud and cheer as Vernon leans back in the corner.

Nelson: Vernon Vanderbilt has returned to Atlanta, and by the look of him he is lost none of his flamboyance nor his in-ring skill. This is one hell of a match in prospect here!

As Vernon glares up the ramp, the large double doors open and "Blue God" hits the PA. Kellar and Sean O'Riley step out onto the stage. Kellar is wearing his MMA gear and his hooded jacket, and Sean is walking just behind him with a Club Dynamite t-shirt, holding Kellar's GPC World Championship above him. The crowd cheer as the Icon makes his way down to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Vanderbilt.

Nelson: Ring of Honor Icon Jon Kellar about to make his in-ring debut here.

Samson: Yeah... I mean the place has only been open for months and he's choosing now to turn up. Did someone offer him a payoff? Or a stash?

Crumb: Are you ever going to let that go?

Samson: Why should I?

Kellar reaches the ring and runs up the steps and under the bottom rope. He walks straight over to Vanderbilt and gets in his face. Vanderbilt responds by grinning and getting in Kellar's face, before planting a kiss on him. Kellar staggers back and spits, then lunges only for Sean to intervene and hold him back.

Samson: HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Nelson: Vanderbilt is determined to rile Icon Lord Kellar here, I am not sure how smart that is

Sean continues to hold Kellar back as Venon, slumped in his corner, smiles and mocks him.

Crowd: Kellar’s gonna kill you!!! Kellar’s gonna kill you!!! Kellar’s gonna kill you!!!

Vernon simply cups his ear and laughs off the crowd.

Nelson: Ring of Honor Icon Lord Jon Kellar is absolutely desperate to get his hands on Vernon Vanderbilt here…

Samson: Be careful what you wish for Lord Fathead…

Nelson: Okay, lets have a look at how they stack up.

TALE OF THE TAPE

Vernon Vanderbilt	NAME	Jon Kellar
6"2'	HEIGHT	6"3'
230lbs	WEIGHT	209lbs
Baton Rouge, LA	FIGHTING OUT OF	Croydon, England
Mercy Killing	FINISHER	Kellar Klutch

Nelson: No obvious winner here... Vanderbilt is the quicker man despite the weight advantage, but I do not think anyone would expect Vanderbilt to do well if Icon Lord Kellar can get his hands on him.

Crumb: If Vernon stays on the outside...

Samson: Which he will.

Crumb: And prevents Icon Lord Jon from being able to use his suplexes, submissions and strikes, then Vernon will have the advantage.

Samson: Naturally.

Crumb: Though if Icon Lord Jon gets hold of Vernon, Vernon is going to be in for a long night...

Samson: But that's not going to happen.

Crumb: Lets see who the fans backed...

Crumb: Wow... okay, that's just not even close.

Nelson: It is difficult to see how Vanderbilt can win here. Kellar isn't the happy finger-snapping man from 2005, he's an experienced MMA competitor with an undefeated record.

Samson: Bah... all that poll means is that a lot of people are going to be very disappointed...

Sean just about persuades Kellar back into his corner. In the other corner, Vernon simply laughs and plays to the crowd.

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen.... the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first... fighting out of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 230lbs... a former GZW2K1 Heavyweight Champion of the World... "Mr Mercy"... Vernooooooooon VANDERBILT!!!

The crowd cheer as Vernon takes a very dramatic (and camp) bow, and removes his robe.

Torres: And his opponent... making his Underground Zero in-ring debut, fighting out of Croydon England, weighing in tonight at 209lbs... a former GZW2K1 Lord of the Coliseum, and the current reigning GPC Heavyweight Champion of the World.... "The Human Dynamite"... JOOOOOOOONNNN KELLLLAR!!!!!

The crowd cheer, but Kellar does not acknowledge them, he simply removes his jacket and throws it to Sean, who reaches out and puts Kellar's gumshield in and checks his gloves.

Nelson: A quick reminder folks...Icon Lord Kellar's GPC Championship is not on the line here. 'Pride of Puroresu' have not sanctioned a title match, so it is all about pride tonight. However, knowing these men as we do, that should be all the motivation they need!

Sean gives some last minute words of advice, then leaves the ring.

Samson: Oh look, Lord Fathead's lackey's here. That's fair!

Nelson: Sean O'Riley is Icon Lord Kellar's coach now Samson...

Samson: No wonder he's rubbish...

Crumb: Yeah, undefeated in MMA... how rubbish...

MATCH 5

"MR MERCY" VERNON VANDERBILT
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"THE HUMAN DYNAMITE" JON KELLAR

STANDARD RULES - 30 MINUTES

After what seems like an eternity, the bell rings.

Nelson: Here we g… JESUS CHRIST!!!

Nelson’s uncharacteristic outburst is triggered by Jon Kellar releasing his grip and charging across the ring like a whippet. Before Vernon can get out of the way he finds himself in the corner with Kellar landing blows against his face.

Crumb: That escalated quickly!

Vernon throws a few rights of his own but is quickly overpowered by the superior striker in Kellar. Before long, Vernon finds himself crushed into the corner in a Muai Tai Clinch. Kellar pulls Vernon’s head down and drives his knees into Vernon’s face, then throws him against the turnbuckle and resumes laying into him with rights and lefts.

Samson: He’s against the ropes, disqualify him!!!

The referee grabs Kellar, who simply shrugs him off and continues to land blow after blow. After punching Vernon’s face for a while, Kellar switches and delivers several hard uppercuts to Vanderbilt’s stomach which lift “Mr Mercy” off the ground with every blow.

Referee: 1….2….3…. get off the ropes Jon!

Kellar obliges, grabbing Vernon underneath both legs and driving him into the turnbuckle before lifting him and driving him into the mat. Kellar gets full-mount almost immediately and continues to pummel Vanderbilt’s face with hammerfists.

Referee: 1...2....3.... STOP IT JON!!!

Vernon (barely) manages to cover up as the referee reaches his five count, and pulls Kellar off of his opponent.

Ref: NO CLOSED FISTS JON, NO CLOSED FISTS ON THE GROUND! THIS IS A WRESTLING MATCH.

Samson: What??? That was five!!! Disqualify him!!!!

Nelson: The referee doesn't want this to end in a DQ anymore than the fans do! We've been waiting for this match for over a decade!!!

Crumb: Feeling a little less confident Joshua?

Samson: What? No...

Nelson: Well, Vernon Vanderbilt was very vocal with his feelings about mixed martial arts. It looks like Icon Lord Kellar wants to change his mind, the hard way.

Samson: Look, I have every respect for MMA, being a competitor myself...

Crumb: You ran away....

Samson: SHADDAP!!!!

The referee continues to hold Kellar back as Vernon rolls onto his stomach and tries to push himself up. The camera zooms in and we can already see blood pouring from a cut above Vanderbilt’s eye. He coughs, and more blood comes from his mouth.

Crumb: Oh god…

Nelson: Okay, this isn’t funny… this match needs to stop.

Vernon struggles up to his feet as the referee gets pushed aside and Kellar grabs Vernon round the waist. He puts him down with a hard german suplex and switches to side control and again starts slamming his fists into Vernon’s face. Vernon rolls over onto his stomach, but Kellar just takes rear mount, and continues to drive his fists in.

Kellar: DOES THAT FEEL FAKE VERNON??!!! DOES THAT FEEL FAKE?!!!!

Kellar grabs Vernon round the waist and throws him into a hard German suplex, sending him flying across the ring. Vernon lands on his shoulders and flips over onto his stomach, lying perfectly still. Kellar stands, looks at the referee, and points to his opponent.

Kellar: Ask him if he quits...

Nelson: I think Icon Lord Kellar's offering Vandebilt a way out here... so far this has been VERY one sided.

Vernon tries to push himself up, but falls back to the mat, spitting up more blood as he does so. Kellar makes a move towards him, but the referee holds him back.

Kellar: ASK HIM IF HE QUITS. ASK HIM!!!

The referee moves over to Vernon, now lying face down in a pool of his own blood in the centre of the ring. The referee checks on him as “Mr Mercy” rolls over onto his back, showing the full extent of the damage to his face.

Crowd: Kellar's gonna kill you! Kellar’s gonna kill you!

Samson: These people are SICK! That's a human being in there!!!

Crumb: And who put him there Joshua?

Samson: Shut the hell up Crumbbum, just shut the hell up!!!

The referee asks Vernon if he wants to end the match. Vernon looks at the referee, then at Kellar. With a smirk he raises his right hand, and extents his middle finger. Kellar's face turns Crimson with rage.

Samson: Hahaha. Have that Lord Fathead.

Nelson: That... may not be the smartest thing Vanderbilt's ever done.

Kellar charges forwards and leaps into a grounded elbow smash, but Vernon rolls to one side and Kellar misses his target. Vernon swings his leg and goes to boot Kellar in the head, but Kellar avoids the strike. Kellar gets up in the corner and Vernon comes charging in, looking for a monkey flip, but Kellar catches him under both legs and drives him back to the mat. Again, the fists come raining in.

Ref: 1....2.....3.....4....

The referee grabs Kellar and pulls him off of Vernon.

Ref: LAST CHANCE JON, NO CLOSED FISTS ON THE GROUND!!! I WILL STOP THIS MATCH!!!!

Nelson: The referee's giving Icon Lord Kellar a lot of leeway here. The referee does not want this match to end with a disqaulifiction but Icon Lord Kellar needs to be careful!

Samson: Disqualified?! Lord Fathead should be arrested!!

Kellar grabs Vernon in a rear waist lock again and goes for another German Suplex, but Vernon throws back an elbow to break the hold. Vernon throws a right hand of his own that sends Kellar back onto the ropes, but Vernon is clearly struggling to stay upright.

Nelson: Vernon is in a bad way here...

Vernon doesn't let up though, as he staggers over to Kellar and nails the GPC World Champion with a knife edge chop across the chest.

Crowd: WOOOOOO!!!!

Another chop

Crowd: WOOOOOO!!!!

Crumb: The spirit of Dick Blair is alive and well in the Underground tonight!!!

Vernon goes to whip Kellar across the ring, but Kellar simply scoffs and pulls him back, throwing him through the middle rope. Kellar laughs and turns his back, failing to see that Vernon has kept hold of the rope and is now balanced on the apron.

Nelson: Icon Lord Kellar is getting too cocky here!!

Samson: And this surprises you? Really??!!!

Vernon jumps onto the top rope and as Kellar turns he delivers a perfect hurricanrana that sends Kellar to the mat. Vernon hooks the leg as quick as he can.

Kellar kicks out and sits up, glaring at Vernon, who is staggering away towards the ropes.

Nelson: The beating from the opening minutes is clearly still taking it's toll on Mr Mercy, and the hurracarana took a look out of him!

Samson: Rubbish, he's never looked healthier!

Vernon spits out another little pool of blood as Kellar runs across the ring and charges, looking to hit him with a running knee. Vernon pulls the middle rope down and rolls underneath, keeping hold as he does. Kellar cannot stop himself and goes flying through the ropes to the outside, landing hard. Vernon rolls back into the ring.

Nelson: Vanderbilt managing to stay away from Icon Lord Kellar... but he needs to take his time and try and recover.

Vernon, naturally, does the exact opposite. He staggers up to his feet and as he sees Kellar getting back into the ring he charges across the ring, rebounds and baseball slides Kellar in the face, sending Kellar staggering backwards. Kellar re-composes himself and tries again but gets another baseball slide for his trouble that sends him down.

Crumb: Where the hell is Vernon getting this energy from?

As Kellar struggles back up to his feet, Vernon rebounds once more, but instead of a baseball slide on the return he launches himself over the top rope, turns in midair and delivers a perfect suicide senton splash. He crashes into Kellar, leaving both men sprawled on the outside.

Crowd: HOLY S**T!!!! HOLY S**T!!!

Referee: 1....2.....3.....

The referee begins the count, but Vernon and Kellar are already up to their feet. Vernon grabs Kellar and drives his head into the ring steps. Kellar falls to the ground as Vernon rolls into the ring and out again to break the referees count.

Referee: 1….2…..3…4….

Kellar staggers up to his feet, only for Vernon to run up the steel steps and dive off into a picture prefect Tornado DDT. Kellar goes face-first to the floor as Vernon starts to build momentum. Vernon again rolls into to break the count.

Referee: 1….2…..3…4….

Nelson: This is better from Vanderbilt! He needs to keep away from Icon Lord Kellar, use his aerial offence to his advantage.

Kellar, dazed, tries to get back to his feet using the crowd barrier as Vernon grabs the steel steps and pulls them away from the corner of the ring. He retreats to a safe distance as he sees Kellar pulling himself upright, then charges.

Nelson: Big move coming!!!

Vernon runs up the steel steps and leaps off, looking for a running dropkick. He connects perfectly... with the barrier as Kellar rolls out of the way. Vernon crashes hard and rolls away, clutching his knee and lower leg.

Referee: 5….6.....7...

Kellar breaks the count, and seeing that Vernon has injured his leg, goes straight after it, locking in a kneebar on the outside.

Crumb: If Icon Lord Jon takes out Vernon's knee then Vernon's high-flying offence is almost completely gone!!!

Kellar twists and contorts Vernon's knee, listening out for the referee.

Referee: 5….6.....7...

The referee gets to 8 before Kellar releases the hold and rolls back into the ring.

Crumb: Icon Lord Jon can win by count out if Vernon can't stand!

Kellar rolls straight back out of the ring and applies the kneebar again.

Crumb: I guess not!

Nelson: Icon Lord Kellar does not want to win by count out! He wants a submission!!!

Samson: Then somebody better tell the genius that he needs to be in the ring to get that!

Referee: 5….6.....7...

Again, Kellar waits till the count of 8, then breaks the hold and rolls in and out to break the count. Vernon struggles to get away, but again Kellar grabs him and applies the kneebar. However, this time Vernon surprises him with an Enziguri, sending the Icon down. With Kellar dazed from the impact, Vernon is able to struggle away, dragging his injured leg behind him.

Nelson: Vanderbilt escapes another kneebar, but the damage looks to have already been done!!!

Vernon struggles up to his feet and rolls into the ring at the count of seven, as does Kellar. Vernon tries to get up to his feet in the corner, but Kellar is on him like a rash on a prostitute. A Muai Tai clinch follows, with Kellar this time kicking away at Vernon's injured knee with his own leg. Vernon tries to push away, but Kellar holds him in place and delivers kick after kick. Vernon howls with every impact.

Samson: Lord Fathead's trying to break Vernon's leg!!! STOP HIM REFEREE!!!

Nelson: Samson, that is a legal hold....

Samson: It's a vicious assault, the man should be arrested!!!

Crumb: If I didn't know better, I'd say you were worried Joshua...

Kellar delivers at least a dozen kicks to Vernon, then drags him out of the corner. Vernon looks at him through bloodied dazed eyes as Kellar grins. Making a big show of it as he does, Kellar breaks the clinch and Vernon immediately falls to the mat clutching his leg. The message is clear: the only reason Vernon was still standing was because Kellar allowed it.

Nelson: Icon Lord Kellar well and truly in control here.

Kellar grabs Vernon’s injured leg and drops straight into the kneebar. To add insult to injury, he drives a few hammerfists into the back of Vernon’s knee.

Samson: Oh come on!!!

Kellar tightens the kneebar and twists and turns, wearing down Vernon’s leg. Vernon reaches out with his hand but he’s too far from the ropes to reach them. He buries his head in the canvas and raises his hand as though he’s going to tap.

Nelson: Vanderbilt on the edge here!!!

Vernon grabs at his hair, and then with a howl he pushes forward towards the ropes. He reaches out towards the ropes and his hand just brushes the fibres on the rope. Kellar stands and drags Vernon back towards the centre of the ring, but Vernon gets up onto his other leg and rolls forward and out of the hold. He tumbles into the corner, and Kellar runs towards him and knees him hard in the stomach. Vernon tumbles to his knees and Kellar rebounds and throws a Superman Punch to send Vernon all the way to the mat.

Crumb: This isn’t a match, it’s a massacre!

Kellar pulls Vernon up and goes to whip him into the corner, but somehow despite his leg barely still being attached Mr Mercy is able to leap onto the top rope. He comes flying off and takes Kellar down to the mat with a flying plancha.

Samson: Hah! You were saying Crumbbum??!!!

Still hobbling, Vernon rebounds off the ropes, looking to Ride the White Swan (Running Double Knee Drop) but Kellar rolls out of the way, leaving Vernon to drive his already injured knee hard into the canvas. Kellar wastes no time staggering over to Vernon and grabbing him in a rear waist lock. The camera focuses on the weary blood-soaked face of Vernon Vanderbilt who, without a word, expertly conveys the message of "Oh god, not again".

Crumb: Vernon's going for a ride!!!

Kellar slams Vernon into the mat with a German Suplex.

Crowd: One!!!

Kellar maintains the waistlock and delivers another German Suplex

Crowd: Two!!!

And a third, which Kellar then releases

Crowd: Three!!!

Kellar immediately transitions to a kneeling side-control position. He grabs Vernon by the hair and delivers another hard punch to his face. He grabs his hair again and delivers another punch. Then a third, before standing and glaring down at Vernon.

Kellar: Stay... down...

Kellar covers Vernon.

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Vernon throws his shoulder off the mat, much to Kellar's disgust. With no hesitation, and a look of rage on his face, Kellar transfers into side control and goes straight for the Kellar Klutch. Vernon immediately starts struggling and rotating himself as best he can.

Crumb: If Kellar can get this hold, it's over!!!

Samson: Rubbish!

Nelson: No one has ever broken the Kellar Klutch, but Vernon doesn't need to break it if he can stop Kellar locking it in!

Kellar gets hold of Vernon's arm and twists it back, but as he goes to apply the choke, Vernon kicks his legs out as hard as he can and lands one of them on the bottom rope. Kellar applies the hold anyway, looking to choke out Vernon if he can.

Referee: 1....2.....3.....4....F...

Kellar releases the hold just before the count of five, and rolls away. Vernon rolls onto his stomach; Kellar wasn't able to choke him out in time. Kellar grabs Vernon and again starts laying in with fists, but Vernon grabs hold of the ropes.

Referee: 1....2....3....4....

Kellar breaks away, then returns and grabs Vernon round the waist, going for another German Suplex. Vernon refuses to let go of the ropes, forcing Kellar to club him around the back of the head until he does. Kellar plants Vernon with another German Suplex, and pins him back on his shoulders.

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Vernon kicks up and out, then slumps down on the mat.

Crumb: WHAT MUST ING OF HONOR ICON LORD JON KELLAR BE THINKING AS VERNON VANDERBILT REFUSES TO STAY DOWN?!!!?!!

Kellar stands and yells at the referee, telling him to count properly (quickly!). Vernon staggers to his feet and over to the corner. Kellar approaches and goes for a Muai Tai clinch, but Vernon rakes his eyes as he approaches, sending the Icon back. The referee warns Vernon, who summons up what little energy he has left and charges across the ring with a Shotgun Dropkick.

Nelson: How is Vernon Vanderbilt still fighting?

Crumb: How is Vernon Vanderbilt still BREATHING?

Samson: How are you two this bloody stupid??!!

The shotgun dropkick sends Kellar back into the corner, slumped on the bottom Rope. Vernon signals to the crowd, and to a loud cheer runs and Rides the White Swan, perfectly. His knees crash into Kellar's ribcage and sends the Icon rolling away in agony. Vernon, blood pouring out of a new cut on his head, drags himself up with the ropes, but falls down again.

Crumb: I don't think Vernon can stand, his knee has just taken too much punishment.

Crowd: MERCY KILLING!!! MERCY KILLING!!!

Vernon pulls himself up again, but falls back down. The damage to his knee has clearly taken its toll.

Crumb: Looks like Vernon can't stand anymore!!!

Nelson: Icon Lord Kellar targeting of that knee is really paying dividends here!!

Crowd: LETS GO VERNON!!!

Crowd: LETS GO KELLAR!!!

Crowd: LETS GO VERNON!!!

Crowd: LETS GO KELLAR!!!

As the crowd roar Vernon reaches up, and slamming his hand on the top turnbuckle in rhythm manages to find just enough to get to his feet. Slowly and painfully, he climbs to the top rope as Kellar drags himself up, clutching at his chest.

Samson: And now, Mr Mercy is going to finish Lord Fathead once and for all!!!

As Kellar gets to his feet, Vernon signals and leaps, looking for the "Mercy Killing".

Samson: Night night F....

However, Kellar leaps into the air himself and throws a Superman Punch that smashes Vernon in the face in-mid air. Vernon's head snaps back as he falls to the mat hard and lies prone.

Kellar falls too and kneels on the mat; he threw absolutely everything into that punch and is still winded from the White Swan.

Nelson: OH MY GOD!!!

Crumb: How much more can Vanderbilt take? Icon Lord Jon has utterly pulverised him here tonight.

Samson: Oh come on... Lord Fathead's performance has been shameful. He should have been disqualified by now.

Crumb: Somehow I doubt Vernon will be disrespecting MMA quite so much after tonight!

Kellar catches his breath and rolls over to hook the leg.

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Again, to a roar from the crowd, Vanderbilt kicks out. Kellar visibly cannot believe it as he rolls off of Vanderbilt and pounds his fists into the mat. He takes full mount again pummels Vernon several times, then pauses and raises his right fist.

Kellar: STAY DOWN!!!

The referee intervenes, reminding Kellar of the previous warnings.

Nelson: The referee is going to disqualify Icon Lord Kellar if he starts landing fists again. This is not a mixed martial arts bout.

Samson: Which is exactly why Lord Fathead should have been disqualified ages ago!!!

Kellar shrugs and lands the punches anyway. The referee begins the count but Kellar stops just as he reaches the "f of five". Kellar raises his fist into an open palm and stares at the referee as he stands, Vernon's blood dripping off his gloves.

Kellar: I have till FIVE!!!

Kellar drags himself to his feet and walks over to the opposite corner. Vernon doesn't move as the referee checks on him.

Nelson: I think that last blow may have knocked Vernon Vanderbilt clean out!

Samson: Bah! No way Lord Fathead hits that hard....

Crumb: He left your buddy Vanderbilt in a pool of his own blood in the opening minute....

The referee asks Vernon again if he wants out and gets the usual response. Vernon starts to pick himself up, then slumps back down to the mat. On the other side of the ring, Kellar raises his knee and slaps it twice, then makes a throat-cut motion. The crowd cheer.

Crumb: KELLAR KLASH!!!!

Kellar glares across at Vernon, who is trying to pick himself up. A roar goes up from the crowd, and they start banging on the barriers around the ring.

Crowd: YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR F**KING HEAD KICKED IN!!! *barrier banging* YOU'RE etc...

Vernon pushes himself up onto his hands, the canvas almost Crimson underneath his face.

Crumb: This one's almost over.

There is the familiar sound of a headset hitting the table.

Nelson: What the hell?

Crumb: Where are you going?

Kellar charges across the ring but Joshua Samson rolls into the ring in front of him, and between Kellar and Vernon. Kellar puts the brakes on and stops himself, glaring at Samson, who appears to be begging Kellar to stop. Kellar grabs him by the shirt and drags him to his feet, then yells at him to get out of the ring.

Crumb: JOSHUA'S GONNA GET HIS HEAD KICKED IN!!!

By this time Sean O'Riley has realised what's going on and has also rolled into the ring, only to be intercepted by the referee, who is determined not to let the situation get any worse. With the referee distracted, Vernon, summoning up a last scrap of energy strikes up between Kellar's legs, sending him down. Samson smooths out his shirt and laughs as he looks down at Kellar.

Crumb: Low blow!!!

Nelson: But the referee did not see it.

Perhaps not, but Sean did. Having stayed out of the fight entirely until now, Sean barges past the referee and grabs Samson from behind, sending both of them to the floor. Sean looks to pummel the announcer's face in, only for the referee to get involved and attempt to separate them.

Nelson: This is descending into madness!!!

While Kellar tries to re-compose himself, the referee is entirely oblivious to the fact that when Samson rolled into the ring he left Vernon a little present in the corner; the sheleilagh from the last The Underground house show. Vernon brandishes it and as Kellar gets up to a knee he swings with all his might. In a blitz of glitter and blood, the impact splits Kellar's forehead head open and sends the Icon to the mat. Kellar tries to push up to a knee, but Vernon swings again and smashes the Icon round the head. Kellar goes down, and doesn't get back up.

Crumb: Oh come on!!!! This is professional wrestling, not The Walking Dead!!!

Vernon quickly discards the club to the outside and hooks Kellar's leg. Samson finally rolls out of the ring, the damage done, and Sean turns to see his client lying prone. Determined, but clearly pained, not to interfere, he is powerless as the referee turns and counts.

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WINNER
VERNON VANDERBILT

by pinfall (18:45)

Crumb: I don't believe it...

Nelson: If you would have told me five minutes ago that Vernon Vanderbilt was going to win this match I would never have believed you. Icon Lord Kellar absolutely brutalised him for the majority of this match, but Vanderbilt is coming away with the victory.

The crowd are incredulous as the referee raises Vernon's hand, but Vernon is in no mood to hang around as furious Sean O'Riley comes sprinting across the ring. Vernon makes good his escape, walking back up the ramp with his arm raised, though clearly in pain from the beating Kellar has given him. Somehow, despite that, he manages a smile.

Samson: Did I miss anything?

Crumb: You, you just destroyed this match... this match was to prove who was the better man. It was clearly Icon Lord Kellar!!!

Samson: Obviously not Crumbbum... Vernon won... and I didn't touch Lord Fathead.

Crumb: You didn't need to!

As Vernon disappears into the back with a cheery wave and a bow, Sean is kneeling over Kellar. His face after one look at his client's head tells the whole story, and he signals towards the back. Before long EMTs are on their way to the ring, two of them dragging a stretcher bed.

Nelson: This does not look good...

Samson: You weren't complaining when it was Vernon, Patticake...

Crumb: Vernon didn't get his head beaten in by a club!

Before long Sophia has joined the pack from the back. She sprints past the EMTs and rolls into the ring to check on her uncle, who hasn't moved since the club hit him. The EMTs go to work on the cut on Kellar's head, putting pressure on it.

Crumb: Are you happy?

Samson: Look, if Lord Fathead can't take the punishment of this real sport anymore maybe he should stick to the soft big money world of MMA.

The crowd are stunned into silence as the EMTs continue to treat Kellar's head. After a few agonising minutes, Kellar manages to sit up to an audible sigh of relief and applause from the crowd. The cut on his head is visibly very deep, and he winces as the EMTs push a now-red towel against it and help him to his feet.

Nelson: Looks like Icon Lord Kellar will be okay...

Samson: Yeah, he was lucky Vanderbilt didn't do more damage.

Crumb: You mean he was lucky that you were around to help him.

Samson: Well maybe now Lord Fathead will learn to stay away for good and hand his share in this company over to someone more capable. In the long run he'll see that this is for the best.

Kellar, still very visibly dazed from the impact, is helped to the back.

Nelson: You realise of course that Icon Lord Kellar is not going to let this slide...

Samson: Bah... what's he going to do? He won't even be able to remember his name for a few weeks!

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UGZ #002 - Vendetta Nov 20, 2016 9:08:53 GMT -6

Post by Icons' Circle on Nov 20, 2016 9:08:53 GMT -6

Backstage Vernon Vanderbilt walks, looking rather pleased with his night's work. He grabs a towel from nearby and wipes the blood off of his face, though his eye is quite badly swollen from the beating he took. As he rounds a corner, he unfortunately encounters Sophia who is coming the other way.

Sophia: YOU BASTARD!!!

Sophia charges, only for Sean to appear on the scene and hold her back.

Sean: Sophia... not here...

Sophia: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU VANDERBILT... I'M GOING TO KILL YOU...

Vanderbilt just laughs and walks away. Sophia shakes Sean off.

Sophia: Get the hell off me...

She walks away

Samson: That girl has issues... but then with those genes...

Crumb: As Patrick and I have explained to you approximately 17 times... she shares no genetic material with Icon Kellar...

Samson: Whatever, she still has issues...

Crumb: Watching someone beat your uncle's head in will do that to you...

The Bell Rings

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the UNDERGROUND ZERO CRANK CHAMPIONSHIP!

Nelson: Well... I guess it's our belt now, wonder what Lady Munin thinks about that?

The lights around the arena go completely out as fans hold up lighters and cellphones to try and restore some light to the otherwise dark arena.

"I'm rising up
I've had enough"

Those words are sung as "Invincible" by Adelitas Way starts to play around the arena. A lone spotlight hits the stage as red, white, and blue pyros shoot into the air.

"Bow down
I'm invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight."

As the music continues to play Alex Cross steps through the double doors and looks out over the crowd. The returning to wrestling superstar slowly makes his way down the ramp as the crowd gives a loud reaction from the GZW faithful. He stops halfway down the ramp and looks out over the masses until he spots his lover, Lady Munin. The two blow each other a kiss before Alex begins heading the rest of the way down the ramp.

Crumb: He looks ready...

Samson: Man Munin’s gonna need to be ready because friends or not Hunter is going to break him in half!

Nelson: Alex Cross returning to in-ring wrestling action here tonight at Supercard Two: Vendetta not in an ordinary match but a match for the Underground Zero Crank Championship!

Samson: Held by this man…

As the beat of "Leave It All Behind" by Cult to Follow plays,the lights dim down,as a figure walks out onto the center of the stage.

Suffocate, everything

They complicate, everything
They seal your fate, everyday
But you can't believe it!
Take yourself, far away
From nothingness, a million miles
From emptiness...

As the song intensifies and repeats the chorus again, the figure swiftly lifts their head up as the lights suddenly brighten up.

Storms takes a long look at the crowd, scanning it from side to side before shrugging and proceeding to walk down the ramp.

Remember the days of innocence

Before it came in waves

Remember the trust, it was blown away

Into oblivion....

Reaching the bottom of the ramp, he takes another look at the crowd with that piercing stare as they loudly boo him.

Remember love

Remember hate

Remember everything

They said just to break you again!

He walks over to the steel steps and cracks his knuckles a few times at the base step before climbing up into the ring.

Remember all

All of your enemies
Forever and ever they
Suffocate, everything
They complicate, everything
They seal your fate every day
But you can't believe it!

Upon entering the ring, he walks to the center of it and gives a slow cut throat gesture before backing up into his corner, waiting for the match to start. Again, the referee calls for the bell as both men stand and watch each other.

Torres: Introducing... the challenger... a former GZW2K1 Intercontinental and W.C.E.K Television Champion... fighting out of Memphis Tennessee, weighing in tonight at 205lbs.... ALEX CROSS!!!!!

A loud cheer goes up for Alex as he raises his hand and prepares for battle.

Torres: And his opponent... fighting out of Washington, DC... weighing in at 231lbs... the reigning... and defending Underground Zero Crank Champion.... HUNTER STORMS!!!!!!

An equally loud cheer goes up for Storms, the crowd are clearly split right down the middle.

Nelson: Storm had an incredible run as Crank Champion in the now defunct Pure Amusement Wrestling, but this will not be an easy title defense here in Underground Zero.

Crumb: And that title defense is going to be against the battle tested and highly decorated Alex Cross. He has come a long way since debutting in GZW2K1 nearly six years ago!

The energy in the crowd is palpable, with the fans seemingly split in their support of both men. Alex Cross glares at Hunter with determination in his eyes, the Crank Champion trying to get himself psyched for the match at hand.

Tale of the Tape

Alex Cross	Name	Hunter Storms
6'2	Height	6'3
205 lbs	Weight	231 lbs
Memphis, TN	Hometown	Washington, DC
Crossfire	Finisher	Omega Catastrophe Drop

Crumb: These two are so evenly matched I can't call it, lets see how the fans called it....

Samson: Hah, looks like the fans are smarter than you Crumbum.

Nelson: A definite lean towards the Champion here....

Senior Referee Richard Dark finally calls for the bell.

Nelson: This one might be special...

Samson: That's a bit of an understatement if I've ever heard one!

Crumb: HERE WE GO!!

MAIN EVENT
UNDERGROUND ZERO CRANK CHAMPIONSHIP
ALEX CROSS
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HUNTER STORMS (C)

STANDARD RULES - 30 MINUTES

Almost immediately, Alex Cross begins to circle the perimeter of the ring, trying hard to keep his distance from Hunter Storms. To his credit, Hunter remains calm, standing near the middle of the ring and refusing to make a big mistake to get things started. The two men end up meeting in the ring just moments later, Hunter reaching out to grab hold of Alex. Cross ducks underneath the grapple attempt and immediately waits for Hunter to turn around. As soon as the champ does, Alex leaps into the air and kicks him in the jaw with a spinning heel kick! The impact sends Hunter stumbling back as Alex quickly steps toward him and begins to fire kick after kick into Hunter's ribs! Hunter eventually has no choice but to stagger back in defense.

Seeing an opportunity to strike, Alex bounces off of the ropes and hurries toward Hunter--only to have the champ step forward and launch Alex into the air! Gravity sends Alex toward the mat in a hurry, his face bouncing off of it. Alex tries to drag himself back up to his feet.

Nelson: This match has only just started and we are already seeing exactly what it is going to be about! It is the speed of Alex Cross against the power of Hunter Storms!

Crumb: Alex is going to need to find a way to actually wear Hunter down if he wants to win, and Hunter is going to make sure that he can actually hit Alex! Someone's going to have to find a way to overcome their weaknesses in this one...

Samson: How long did it take you to figure that one out, Crumbbum?

Alex starts to drag himself back up to his feet, only to have Hunter smash him in the mouth with an elbow shot. Hunter follows it up with a second. Alex desperately stumbles away from Hunter in hopes of creating a bit of space. Hunter steps toward Alex and grabs hold of him, sending Alex in the direction of the nearest turnbuckle!

Alex crashes into it hard and slumps against it in an effort to recover. He doesn't get much of a chance to catch his breath, however, as Hunter charges in after him just moments later! Alex just barely manages to duck out of the way, Hunter's momentum carrying him hard into the turnbuckle!

The champ stumbles back from the impact as Alex leaps into the air and sends Hunter crashing to the mat with a dropsault! Hunter rolls out of the way while pulling himself back up to his feet, Alex smirking and calling for the fans to make some noise--many obliging almost immediately.

Crumb: I know it's his thing, but Alex really shouldn't be concerned about playing to the fans right now. That's a fool's game in a match like this!

Nelson: We know that Cross feeds off of their energy though! Maybe he knows he is going to need everything he has got to win tonight!

Samson: I can’t believe you guys consider yourself professionals…

Hunter finally starts to make it back up to his feet. Alex shakes his head and puts his quickness on display, running across the ring and seeking some kind of strike! Unfortunately for him, Hunter pops up and lifts Alex into the air, slamming him down to the mat with a Samoan Drop! He hooks the leg for the pin.

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Nelson: Good job kicking out by Alex Cross!

Crumb: See that's what I meant by saying that Alex needs to stay aggressive. Alex CANNOT afford to leave Hunter openings like that! There are only so many times that you can get slammed to the mat before you don't get back up!

The fans continue to cheer for the action that they've seen thus far. Hunter drags Alex back up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second sending Alex stumbling over to the ropes. Hunter hits Alex in the chest with a hard chop before shooting him across the ring.

Hunter steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Alex and tries to send him down to the mat with a clothesline! Alex ducks underneath the attempt and picks up the speed a bit, hitting Hunter on the rebound with a back elbow!

Hunter slowly staggers back up to his feet as Alex bounces off of the ropes once again! This time, he sends Hunter crashing to the mat with a headscissors takedown! Hunter wisely rolls out of the way and heads over near the ropes. Alex runs at Hunter and hits him with a dropkick that sends the champ crashing to the floor!

Nelson: Storms must be worried about the momentum that Cross is beginning to get!

Samson: Actually, I'd say that Man Munin needs to be worried about the fact that he's got Hunter somewhere that he can't win the title! Man Munin can only win when he's in the ring...

Hunter slowly drags himself back up to his feet. Alex remains in the ring and watches him for a moment before suddenly calling for the fans to get loud. Almost every fan in Trouble Trax obliges without much hesitation.

Samson: Man Munin is such a suck up!

Alex waits until Hunter is standing before bouncing off of the ropes and running across the ring. He jumps into the air and launches himself over the ropes, hitting Hunter with an over the top rope flip dive! Both wrestlers crash to the floor, the fans on their feet going absolutely insane!

Crumb: Can you believe the athleticism of Alex?!

Alex is the first to make it back up to his feet, taking a moment to enjoy the reaction that the fans are giving him. He then grabs Hunter and starts to pull him back up to his feet. Alex hits Hunter with a forearm smash to continue wearing him down before rolling him into the ring. Alex hops up onto the apron and pauses for a moment, waiting for Hunter to reach his feet.

Samson: You see that’s Man Munin’s problem…you’d think he’d be a more aggressive than this! He just has no killer instinct!

Nelson: I do not know if I agree with that! Cross knows what kind of strategy works for him and he is sticking with it!

Once Hunter is finally standing, Alex springboards off of the ropes and tries to send Hunter crashing to the mat with a dragonrana! Hunter catches Alex in the air and powers him over his head, slamming him into the turnbuckle with his devastating Spinal Adjustment (turnbuckle powerbom)!

Nelson, Crumb, and Samson: HOLY SHIT!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The camera zooms in on the anguished face of Lady Munin. In the ring, Hunter glares down at Alex and shakes his head for a moment, hooking the leg and covering for the pin.

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Alex just barely manages to get the shoulder up in time!

Samson: Flipping through the air is great and all but how many Spinal Adjustments do you think Man Munin is going to survive?!

Nelson: Hunter Storms took complete control of this match with one slam!

Hunter turns toward Senior Ref Dark as if trying to plead his case, though Senior Ref Dark assures Hunter that it was only a two count. Hunter shakes his head and grabs Alex, slowly beginning to drag him back up to his feet.

Hunter pounds away on Alex's back with a few quick blows to try and wear him down further. He then pulls Alex back up to his feet and drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle. Hunter throws his shoulder hard into Alex's ribs once and then twice! Hunter lifts Alex into the air and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. Hunter climbs up with him and hits Alex in the mouth with a hard right hand.

Nelson: With how much impact his slams normally have, imagine the force if Storms takes Cross from the top turnbuckle!

Hunter climbs up to the top turnbuckle along with Alex and grabs hold of him, trying to get him into position for a superplex! The fans cheer, many of them rising to their feet in anticipation of what's going to come next.

Hunter gets ready to lift Alex into the air to slam him down, when Alex starts to fight back with a few strikes of his own. Alex continues to fight with Hunter, strike after strike connecting with the Crank Champion. Hunter Storms finally has no choice but to step toward to the mat. Seeing an opportunity, Alex kicks Hunter right in the jaw, sending him falling to the mat. Alex leaps off and lands right on Hunter's chest with a double footstomp!

Crumb: That’s going to leave a mark!

Alex covers.

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HUNTER POWERS OUT!!!

The fans are once again on their feet as Alex starts to clap to get them fired up. He pulls himself back up to his feet as Hunter takes a moment to catch his breath. Hunter then also starts to stir. He's only able to make it up halfway before Alex runs at him and PLANTS Hunter on the mat with a spike hurricanrana! The fans gasp, many of them excitedly counting along as Alex covers.

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Samson: (exhales audibly) I thought that was it!

Crumb: Not much faith in your potential client, huh?

Samson: Shaddup!

A loud "UG-ZEE!" chant fills the Trouble Trax as Alex Cross looks down at Hunter Storms in disbelief!

Nelson: These two men, two wrestlers, two friends have put on one hell of a wrestling match tonight here at Supercard Two: Vendetta all for the Underground Zero Crank Championship!

The champ uses the ropes to try and pull himself back up to his feet. Alex finally takes a deep breath to refocus himself. He hits Hunter with a few hard kicks in hopes of wearing him down. Alex runs at Hunter and leaps into the air, hitting him in the mouth with a knee blast!

Samson: I hope Man Munin has dental insurance because he’ll need it after that!

Hunter holds on to the ropes to remain upright before stumbling around the ring. Alex grabs Hunter and tries to use the ropes to send Hunter crashing to the mat with a tornado DDT! Hunter uses his strength to block the attempt, holding Alex into the air for just a moment.

Hunter tosses Alex down to the mat. Alex pops right back up to his feet and charges at Hunter--only to have Hunter step forward and catch him with a catatonic backbreaker! The fans gasp at the sight of Alex's back hitting Hunter's knee.

Crumb: Alex has to be seriously hurt after that backbreaker! The ref might want to end this match right now!

Nelson: Cross has faced some of the most biggest and most powerful competitors in his caeer yet I do not think that any match up to the Crank Champion!

Hunter takes a moment to catch his breath before dragging Alex up to his feet and snapping off his Hell River Plunge (vertical suplex side slam) in the middle of the ring!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Hunter hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

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KICK OUT!

Samson: WHAT THE HELL?! That had to be three!

Nelson: It seems like Alex Cross is proving that he wants to win!

Trouble Trax is nearly deafening as fans of both wrestlers continue to cheer on their favorite.

Crowd: LET'S GO HUNTER

Crowd: ALEX CROSS!!

Crowd: LET'S GO HUNTER

Crowd: ALEX CROSS!!!

Crumb: This crowd is so loud I can barely hear myself think!

Hunter takes yet another moment to try and catch his breath before grabbing Alex and slowly dragging him back up to his feet. Once again, Hunter hits him in the back with a series of blows in hopes of wearing Alex down. Hunter tries to lift Alex up onto his shoulders for his Omega Catastrophe Drop (vertebreaker).

Samson: Oh it’s over now!

Alex just barely manages to free himself from Hunter's grasp! He waits for Hunter to turn around, hitting the champ with an enziguiri! Hunter staggers back from the impact, but somehow manages to stay on his feet. Hunter shakes his head and gets ready to bring the fight to Alex, only to have Alex instead charge at Hunter and hit him with a forearm smash! He follows it up with a second and then a third, before bouncing off the ropes and charging at Hunter full speed. Hunter steps forward and tries to hoist Alex into the air for a sit-out spinebuster. Alex catches Hunter with a hurricanrana instead! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

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Crumb: WHAT CAN ALEX CROSS BE THINKING AS HUNTER STORMS KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MILLSECOND?!?!

Samson: Probably, “I knew I wasn’t worthy enough to be the UGZ Crank Champion!”

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER!!!! FIGHT FOREVER!!!! FIGHT FOREVER!!!

Alex drags himself up, and once Hunter is standing, Alex runs at him and tries to line Hunter up for a shining wizard! Hunter ducks out of the way. He backs up toward the ropes and tries to recover. Alex pulls himself back up to his feet and charges. Hunter spins and lunges forward and hits him with Quarrel Bomb (discus lariat)! Alex flips through the air and then lies on the mat nearly motionless. Hunter falls on top of him for the cover.

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Crumb: Did Alex get his foot on the rope in time?

Samson: That's what old man Senior Ref Dark seems to be saying!

Nelson: I do not know how Alex Cross was not knocked out cold from the impact of that one, but he is still in this match!

Samson: My boy Hunter can't believe it that’s for sure!

Sure enough, Hunter's eyes go wide in disbelief, many fans cheering incredibly loud as they realize that the match is still going on. Hunter tries to plead his case with Senior Ref Dark, but the senior referee points at the rope and continues to insist that Alex just barely got his foot on it in time.

Samson: Don’t worry about it, Hunter! Stay focused and finish Man Munin off!

Hunter shakes his head and sighs, grabbing Alex by the head and dragging him back up to his feet. He shoves Alex back against the nearest turnbuckle despite the challenger's near inability to keep himself on his feet.

Nelson: Storms is looking very frustrated right now.

Samson: Well, look at Man Munin! He can't even stand right now! He wasn't going to get a shoulder up in time! Hunter had the match won!

Hunter steps over to the turnbuckle and absolutely levels Alex with a clothesline in the corner, Alex just barely managing to stay upright. Hunter takes a few steps back, catching his breath the entire time! Once he reaches the middle of the ring, Hunter pauses for just a moment. He then charges forward, full speed ahead, aiming to CRUSH Alex against the turnbuckle! Alex, perhaps on instinct alone, ducks out of the way! Hunter drops to a knee from the impact with the turnbuckle and turns around to face Alex, who just barely hits Hunter with Crossfire (jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick)!

Crumb: This is not good for Hunter! This isn't good at all!

Nelson: I do not know if Cross has the energy left to make the most of this but he might try!

Alex drags himself over to the ropes and slowly makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up to the top and steadies himself, the crowd buzzing with excitement. Alex then leaps off and Hunter, playing possum, scrambles to his feet!

Samson: Hahaa….brilliant strategy, Hunter!

Crumb: Hunter Storms was feigning exhaustion!

Hunter catches Alex and uses his momentum to slam him to the mat with a variant of the Hell River Plunge.

The fans cheer as Hunter hooks the leg.

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Torres: And your winner and STILL Underground Zero Crank Champion….HUNTER STORMS!

WINNER
HUNTER STORMS

BY PINFALL (19:01)
STILL UNDERGROUND ZERO CRANK CHAMPION

Crumb: WHAT CAN ALEX CROSS BE THINKING AS HE COMES UP UNSUCCESSFUL AGAINST HIS FRIEND HUNTER STORMS?!?!

Samson: Probably…matter of fact why don’t I just go ask him!

Nelson: Joshua Samson, come back here!

With Alex Cross now prone, Samson slides into the ring himself and proceed to lay the boots to the fallen challenger. He points a finger at Hunter as he stomps away.

Samson: Come on, Hunter! Let’s teach Man Munin to never cross us!

Hunter shakes his head, refusing to assist in the surprise beatdown.

Nelson: Our colleague, Joshua Samson, has completely lost it! He is in the ring stomping away on an exhausted Alex Cross!

Crumb: Not only that but he seems to be trying to get Hunter to join in but Hunter’s doesn’t want to get involved!

Samson delivers a stiff kick to Alex's ribs, then steps over him and gets right up in Hunter's face.

Samson: You will do as I tell you, damn it! Now get him!

Hunter is red-faced and resolute.

Hunter: No!

Samson: Why you little-

And Samson slaps Hunter right across the face. Stunned for a moment, Hunter rubs his face, looks at Samson, and scoffs.

Crowd: YOU F**KED UP!!! YOU F**KED UP!!!

Then he grabs Samson by the collar and forces him into a corner, trapping the wily weasel between the proverbial rock and hard place. Samson struggles, albeit futilely.

Nelson: It looks like Joshua Samson has just bitten off more than he can chew.

Crumb: I can't watch! Oh wait, yes I can.

Nelson: Wait a minute, who-

Seemingly materializing out of nowhere, “Mister Mercy” Vernon Vanderbilt leaps into the ring and makes a beeline for Storms. He leaps and catches Storms with the Falling Star (reverse hurricanrana), flipping him backwards onto his head and shoulders.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS VERNON VANDERBILT HAS COME OUT HERE AND ATTACKED HUNTER STORMS?!?!

Before Hunter can react, he's the one taking the boots now as Vernon lays into him with pure fury. Having had enough of that, Vanderbilt grabs Hunter by the hair, dragging him to his feet.

Nelson: This probably will not be good.

Crumb: Not for Hunter, at least.

Vernon whips Storms to the ropes, then takes to the opposite side for the rebound. The two meet in the middle of the ring, Vernon's fist to Hunter's chest as The End of the End (running heart punch) hits its mark. Hunter collapses in a heap, while Vernon stands over him, admiring his fist as if it were a precious jewel for a few moments.

Nelson: This is appalling! Vanderbilt has no shame whatsoever!

Vernon glances at Samson, who is emerging from the corner, elated at escaping the fate that was in store for him. The two men shake hands, and Vernon hugs Samson, patting his back very gently. He whispers something in Samson's ear before signaling for someone to get him a microphone.

Crumb: It looks like “Mister Mercy” has something to say.

Nelson: This should be interesting.

Vernon taps the mic to make sure it's on and looks around. He touches the bandage over his eye.

Vernon: I may be hurting, but I couldn't just stand by and watch an innocent man get roughed up by some lowlife like Hunter Storms, could I?

The crowd jeers, thoroughly displeased at the shenanigans that have just unfolded.

Vernon: No, because I am a bonafide hero, that's why. Joshua Samson has done nothing to deserve a beating at the hands of this creature lying broken before me. You take entirely too much abuse, Joshua, for entirely too little respect.

Joshua: I know, right?

Vernon: But now you have “Mister Mercy” standing beside you, and things around here are going to change, mark my words. I am officially offering my services to you. Joshua, will you accept me into the Samson Family? Would you do that for moi?

Samson's grin is a mile wide, brighter than the Vegas strip.

Samson: Absolutely!

Vernon smiles and nods.

Vernon: So it shall be written, then.

He glances down at Hunter, who is starting to stir after his heart-stopping surprise. Vernon grabs him by the hair and yanks him up off the mat a couple of feet, bending down to speak directly to him.

Vernon: And as for you, now that I've completely and unquestionably annihilated Jon Kellar, I need a new toy, and I think you will do quite nicely for the time being. See, you brought that little “Crank” belt of yours here like it means something, and stole my main event slot in the process. Me, the returning legend, and I'm second from the top? While a filthy amateur gets the glory? Unacceptable.

He kneels and grabs Hunter by the chin, forcing him to look into Vernon's eyes.

Vernon: But that belt has no value here, not yet. I will give it value, though. I will make it mean something in this company. Because, you see, Hunter, I'm going to take that belt from you. I'm going to take it, and I'm going to wear it, and I'm going to be the first person to ever make it look good. And you know what else?

Vernon waits for a response, but a response is not forthcoming.

Vernon: There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me.

Vernon throws him roughly to the mat and stands upright again.

Vernon: Because I am merciful, I'm going to give you a choice, and I hope you're smarter than Kellar was. Your options, and I encourage you to consider them carefully, are to pack it up, hand the belt over to me, and leave the company without a fight, or you can accept a match with me, your title on the line, and I can beat your firm but otherwise unexceptional derriere from here to kingdom come and take it from you by force. I don't want to hurt you, Hunter, so don't leave me no choice. Do the right thing, or I will stop your heart again, and next time you may not rouse. Think it over. Because I'm generous, I'm giving you one week to make your decision. I encourage you to make the right one.

Vernon drops the mic on Hunter's chest, grabs Samson's hand and raises it into the air. Together, they taunt the crowd as the show closes.

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Last Edit: Nov 20, 2016 9:13:42 GMT -6 by Icons' Circle