UWL Eruption 5-13-23

Earlier that day...

It's another day at the office. Chevelle is sitting in his office at the head of a long cedar table. His daughter, Haley sitting off to the side and various members of his staff and camera crew gather around the table.

"So what are you doing for the promo this afternoon? Please tell me you finally thought of something to release."

Chevelle gives a side glare at his daughter, as if she had no faith in the man. He then leans back, placing his hands behind his head and gives her a smug grin.

"Hell I'm just doin something short and sweet. We'll shoot it here at the gym, nothing fancy. Sound good?"

Haley nods, appearing to be jotting something in her planner, her 'book of books' as her dad calls it."

"Wow. Didn't see that one coming."

She slaps the planner shut and looks over at her dad who's rolling his eyes.

"Dad. Don't roll your eyes at me. You hired me, remember? I still think you should drop in and make an appearance at the show. Fans will react to that even more. You've been gone a while, it would be good for you."

"Yeah, but you see..."

Chevy leans forward in his chair, addressing Haley directly

"They aren't paying me for that date, and I think a slow milker is gonna be our best entrance strategy. Plus it gives me time to get a lay of the land, figure out the politics of the place. I don't wanna rush in to this one Haley. We're doing this right."

Making his point, Chevy leaned back in the chair once more. Haley just nodded, she knew better than to argue with him. It was after all, his decision. She jotted a couple notes and looked over at the clock hanging on the east wall of the office.

"Alright, anything else I need to know? What figures are you looking at for a contract and what do you want our budget to be like..."

"Six figures at least. I want two million per appearance, and as for the film budget...hell I don't care. We'll split the cost with the company that way everybody makes money. Cut em in for fifteen percent of my merch for their venues. I'll work out the rest and we'll talk more on it later."

"No dad, I'll talk out the rest."

Chevelle nodded before slamming his fist on the table like a judge slams the gavel.

"That's it! Everybody go home. Good meeting."


The room clears out, until only Chevy remains. He gets up, starts shutting lights off and walks out in the main training room. Staring at the ring, he then takes a look around at the walls filled with plaques of past accomplishments.

"Hell. May as well. Hey, come back here with that camera!"

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The cameras show Nick Danger in his locker with one-half of the UWL Tag Team titles wearing his wrestling gear he has a calm lol on his face and speaks.

Nick Danger: Cory Chevelle you a newcomer and I have to defeat you tonight. It's nothing personal it's just that you ended up debuting around the time when Grand Voyage is around the corner. I ended up hearing that me and Ace will be defending the UWL Tag Team Titles in a three-way match.

Nick takes a break for moment to breathe and then speaks again

Nick Danger: The Rising Aces will rise to high heights but nothing is going to stop us while we defend these tag team titles so Cory I must push past you and show that I'm not somebody you should look down on I'll see you in the ring Cory.

The scene fades with Nick walking away from the camera

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The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

'Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood comes on the speaker and red smoke follow on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determine look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket toss it to fan and giving them high fives.

Emily Lyle - From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing one hundred and ninety seven pounds, he is one half of the UWL Tag Team Champions Nick Danger!!

Nick climb the steel steps then climb the top turnbuckle and and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start.

Cliff Morris - We’re ready for our opening contest. Cory Chevelle returns to UWL as he takes on one half of the UWL Tag Team Champions Nick Danger to kick off Eruption!

They come out of their corners circling one another slowly. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, Chevelle pushes Danger back. They lock back up again, they roll along the ropes. Danger turns Chevelle along the ropes, the referee tries to get them off the ropes. Chevelle turns Danger along the ropes forcing him to the corner, the referee calls for a break. Chevelle goes to step back, Danger pushes him, he steps back, Danger walks toward him. Danger talks to the referee, he nods his head. They circle one another slowly around the center of the ring. Chevelle holds his hand out for a test of strength, Danger moves around him. They lock up knuckles on one hand. They lock up slamming chest to chest with one another, neither giving an inch. Danger walks Chevelle against the ropes, he slaps down his arm nailing him with a forearm strike. Danger grabs Chevelle, sending him into the ropes. Danger runs at him for a running knee, Chevelle dodges out of the way, Danger spins around looking at Chevelle as he backs up.

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle dodges the running knee strike from Nick Danger.

Logan Acker - Nick Danger is quick and light on his feet.

They lock back up. Chevelle runs Danger against the ropes. Chevelle nails Danger with a stiff right hand jab which stuns him. Chevelle goes to send him into the ropes, Danger reverses it. Chevelle runs off the ropes, Danger runs at him for a big boot, which only grazes Chevelle. He comes back at Danger nailing him with a right jab, then a left jab. Chevelle backs up away from Danger, he circles around. They circle one another again, slowly locking up. They both push on one another ,neither giving an inch. Danger takes Chevelle into a headlock, he sends him off. Danger runs off the ropes, Chevelle nails him with a back elbow which stuns Danger. Chevelle grabs Danger, setting him up for a hip toss, Danger blocks it, shoving Chevelle back. Chevelle turns taking Danger down with a clothesline that turns him inside and out.

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle just took Nick Danger’s head off!

Logan Acker - Cory Chevelle bringing the heat!!

They lock back up, and Danger takes Chevelle into a side headlock. Danger stands wrenching his arms tight around his head, Chevelle tries to get free, the referee checks on the hold. Chevelle walks Danger to the corner, the referee calls for a break out of the corner. Danger turns, nailing Chevelle with a back elbow which lands against the side of Chevelle’s head. Chevelle comes out of the corner kicking Danger, he stumbles back across the ring against the ropes.

Cliff Morris - What a match to kick off Saturday Night Eruption!!

They lock up. Chevelle takes Danger into a side headlock. Chevelle locks his arms tight around Danger’s head adding pressure around his head, the referee checks on the hold. Chevelle takes Danger over with a side headlock takedown. Chevelle turns on the mat nailing Danger with a ground and pound attack. Chevelle forces Danger back up. Chevelle grabs Danger, he falls back locking him in the guillotine choke hold. Chevelle locks the hold on, the referee checks on the hold. Danger moves around, Chevelle locks the hold on.

Cliff Morris - Nick Danger is in trouble!

Logan Acker - Cory Chevelle has him locked up tight with nowhere to go!

Chevelle pulls back on the hold, Danger moves around. Danger rolls forward breaking Chevelle’s grip. Chevelle turns quickly around on his knees taking Danger in to a headlock. They rise up, Danger grabs Chevelle’s legs up, he drops him down with a shin breaker, Chevelle stumbles against the ropes. Danger runs at him going for his leg, Chevelle kicks Danger back. Chevelle moves off the ropes, he shakes his leg, Danger goes over his leg. Chevelle nails Danger in the back of his neck with a elbow across the back of his neck. Chevelle grabs Danger, nailing him with punches, stiff European uppercuts, and punches. Danger staggers back. Chevelle moves toward him, Danger nails him with forearm strike which stuns Chevelle. Danger grabs Chevelle, he sets him up for a suplex, Chevelle blocks it. Danger turns to nailing Chevelle with an enziguri.

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle is stunned!!

Danger runs at the stunned Chevelle, but Chevelle locks him into his arms and throws him with a overhead belly to belly suplex. He turns grabbing Danger into a front facelock, lifts him up and plants him down with the C-2 (Vertical Brainbuster). He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Cory Chevelle!!

Chevelle stands cracking his neck, and hits his chest as he looks around with a intense look on his face.

The show cuts to a break.

Backstage at UCF’s Addy Arena, Billy Danielson is pacing back and forth. He’s looking frustrated and in a bit of doubt. The last few months have been hard on him, but he was trying to look hopeful.

Billy Danielson - Usually…

Billy’s voice is somber.

Billy Danielson - When people hear my voice and they see my face, they think about the modern iteration of UWL. When people think Billy Danielson, they visualize This UWL's Mount Rushmore, and my face being on there.

The former world champion sucks his teeth.

Billy Danielson - Lately, that hasn't been the case. Despite holding a championship nearly every day of 2022 in some form or fashion, I would venture to say that nobody thinks of me in that light anymore…

A deep breath and a soft sigh.

Billy Danielson - And I don't blame them.

He motions around as if trying to grab the words he’s thinking of as they come to his head.

Billy Danielson - Who wants to cheer for a loser?

Billy smiles a bit.

Billy Danielson - Not to work for a cheap pop, but I went from 2017 National Champions UCF to 2015 Winless UCF, and it seems like I can’t find my way back.

Danielson looks defeated, but you can still see the fight in the eyes. He more than anyone wants to be free of this of these “hard times” that he has fallen upon.

Billy Danielson - However, there may be a reprieve from my usual losing ways.

He forces a confident smile.

Billy Danielson - Mark Storm.

Billy looks into the camera with a bit of a smirk, but it’s not really that confident one the UWL fanbase is used to.

Billy Danielson - I don’t think I have ever lost to you, Mark. Years of being friends and rivals, and I’m almost positive that I had beaten you every single time we’ve gone one on one.

It’s hard to tell if he has determination or frustration behind his eyes, but Billy looks into the camera with stern seriousness.

Billy Danielson - Tonight, one of our losing streaks is going to end. Either your all-time one or my current one, but it’ll be one of us finally getting the dub we’ve been after for so long.

With one last smirk, this time with much more confidence behind it, he signs off with a…

Billy Danielson - For our sake, I hope it’s me!

Abby Joseph is standing next to “Enforcer” Anthony Cross in front of his locker room in Addition Financial Arena.

Abby Joseph: I am standing here with the current UWL World Heavyweight Champion, “Enforcer” Anthony Cross. A couple of weeks ago we saw you, Anthony team up with the UWL Heritage Champion Jackson Burnside in a losing effort.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Let’s be clear here. While I have a tremendous amount of respect for the holder of the championship once held…

Abby Joseph: The Heritage Championship?

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: That is correct. While I respect Jackson tremendously it wasn’t I that was pinned a couple weeks ago.

Abby Joseph: But you are facing the man that pinned him during that match in David Carroll.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: That I am and I can’t take that or anything else away from David. But man David, you are going one on one with the current UWL World Champion. Do you think I am going to allow you to attempt to ruin my reputation much less beat me?

Anthony cracks a cocky smile.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I don’t think so!

Abby Joseph: David is on a hell of a hot streak right now and he did step up in the main event match a couple weeks ago.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: All very true but I am UWL World Champion for a reason. No matter the doubts all of the haters have. No matter how much they would love for me to lose this championship belt that I have. No matter how much they tried to prevent me from becoming UWL World Heavyweight Champion to begin with. At the end of the day I am still here as the champ! So bring your best shot, David, because I always do and I don’t miss. So be careful what you seek out in life because one big victory doesn’t mean you are ready to swim in the deep end of the pool. You might just want to stay in the shallow cesspool kiddie pool.

Anthony walks back into his locker room.

The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

Cliff Morris - It’s time for action. As we have a three way battle with members of the teams that will compete for the UWL Tag Team Championship at Grand Voyage.

As the bell sounds, Gravy runs at Sky nailing him with repeated punches. Gravy pulls him around, lifting him up and throwing him down with a backbreaking bodyslam. Sky lays on the mat arching his back, as he drives in pain. Watson runs at Gravy, nailing him with a hard kick to the back of his leg, which stuns him. Watson kicks Gravy repeatedly in his stomach, grabs him around his head, planting him down with a DDT. Watson stands over Gravy, as he lays flat on his back on the mat, he leaps into the air landing down onto him with an elbow drop. Watson goes to the pin, as the referee counts.

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Sky breaks up the count. He pulls Watson to his feet, nailing him with a pair of clubbing forearm strikes, which stumbles Watson. Sky runs at Watson nailing him with a short-arm clothesline. Watson rolls toward the ropes, as Sky rises to his feet. Gravy runs at Sky, nailing him in the back of his neck with a clothesline, which sends Sky flipping over onto the mat. Gravy pulls Sky up to his feet, he grabs Sky throwing him with a exploder suplex. Gravy turns as Watson moves back to his feet. Gravy charges at Watson for a lariat, but he dodges out of the way of the lariat attempt. Watson runs into the ropes bouncing off the ropes, he runs back at Gravy, as he goes for another lariat attempt. Gravy turns, as Watson nails him with the powerslam.

Cliff Morris - Gravy just planted Watson into the mat!

Logan Acker - Watson is moving slow after that powerslam!

Watson turns, as Sky moves behind him throwing him through the ropes out to the ring apron, he falls onto the floor. Sky turns, as Gravy returns to his feet. Sky kicks him in his stomach, doubling him over. Sky grabs the stunned Gravy, nailing him with a leg lariat. Sky covers him, as the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Watson pulls himself back up onto the ring apron, he starts to return to the ring, but Sky runs at him knocking him off the ring apron back onto the floor. Sky steps out onto the ring apron, dropping onto the floor. He pulls Watson up off the floor, hooking up his arms. Sky hits Watson with a pair of knee strikes to his head. He grabs him, planting him into the floor with a neckbreaker.

Cliff Morris - Ace Sky just connected with a neckbreaker on the floor!!

Sky pulls Watson up off the floor, he puhims him back into the ring, sliding in behind him. Sky covers him, as the referee counts.

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.. Kick out!!

Sky looks up in complete shock. He rises to his feet, he pulls Watson up off the mat sending him into the ropes. Watson bounces off the ropes, as Sky leans over to grab him, but Watson catches Sky with a kick to the face staggering him. Watson runs at Sky, as he does, he leans over lifting him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. Watson hits Sky in the side of his head with a pair of repeated elbow strikes, Sky drops Watson. him jumps up catching Sky, and planting him down with a German Suplex. Watson covers him, as the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Gravy pulls Watson under the bottom rope and sends him sailing into the ring steps. Gravy moves up to the ring apron, moves up to the top rope, leaps off landing down onto Sky with a Big Splash off the top rope. He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Gravy!!!

Gravy and Steak stand celebrating the ring in the ring.

Cliff Morris - Steak and Gravy are celebrating the win of Gravy in this triangle match. Will we see the same result at Grand Voyage?!!

The show cuts to a break.

The picture cuts across the arena and cuts to the ring.



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

The lights suddenly go out, plunging the arena into darkness, and a fog fills the stage. 'Jesus He Knows Me' by Ghost begins to play and, after a short wait, a spotlight floods the entrance way revealing Silas Isaac Naberius. He slowly turns around, raising his head and tilting the brim of his Panama hat up. His eyes scan the arena as his Pet slips into view behind him, barely visible through the fog and light. He begins to twirl his cane and makes his way down the ramp.

Emily Lyle - Making his way to the ring, residing in Whitechapel, London, England, weighing 166 lb, Silas Isaac Naberius!

He climbs the ring steps and takes a moment to look over the crowd, his gaze passing over the front rows before him. He takes off his hat and places it on the ring post and places his cane on the top turnbuckle. He steps between the ropes and walks around the ring, still inspecting the crowd, before finally settling into his corner.

The lights in the arena go out and there's the sound of thunder cracking. "Weather Man" starts to play and a few seconds in lights come up focused on the aisle way. Jackson Burnside stands in the entryway behind a black umbrella with "The Weatherman" written across it in reflective silver lettering. As the lyrics to the song kick in he spins the umbrella, and eventually spins it around himself in a twirl. Jackson faces the crowd, throws the umbrella over his shoulder one right hand and he makes a "finger gun" motion out to the crowd with his left.

Emily Lyle - "Blowing in from the Windy City; standing six-five and weighing in tonight at three-hundred and sixteen pounds. He is the UWL Heritage Champion 'The Weatherman', Jackson Buuuuurnsiiiiiide!"

As Emily announces him, Jackson walks on down to the ring with a pep in his step in very performative manner. He sings along with the lyrics to "Weather Man", he bumps fists with people in the crowd, points around with his free hand or the umbrella. Jackson reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. He gets up one knee at a time and walks in a small circle. The song begins to to build up the chorus and Jackson climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle. He puts his head down and holds the umbrella with both hands.

Let the rain come down and I'm pushin' through!
'Cause I'm a weather man!"

Jackson throws his head back in sync with the song. His right arm raises the closed umbrella high into the air. He holds up on the top rope for awhile, and finally after jumping down he removes the long black leather coat and sunglasses. He hands them along with the umbrella to somebody at ringside. He takes a moment to bounce off the ropes and he runs them a few times. Finally he stops in the middle of the ring and continues to hype himself up while waiting.

Cliff Morris - It’s time for our next match up. As The Weatherman Jackson Burnside takes on Silas Isaac Naberius.

Logan Acker - The Weatherman is coming off taking the fall in the tag team match two weeks ago which saw David Carroll gain a shot at the Heritage Championship at Grand Voyage.

As the bell sounds, Naberius runs at Burnside nailing him with a punch, which stuns him. Naberius attempts to send Burnside into the ropes, but Burnside holds his ground shaking his head at Naberius. He pulls him around towards him nailing Naberius and clothesline. Burnside pulls Naberius to his feet, he leans over, throwing him down onto the mat with a hard bodyslam. Naberius gets off the mat, as he does Burnside sends him down with a lunging shoulder block. Burnside pulls Naberius to his feet, sending him into the corner. Burnside runs in at Naberius, nailing him with a clothesline in the corner. Burnside steps back, as Naberius lays stunned in the corner.

Cliff Morris - Jackson Burnside is playing Silas Isaac Naberius!

Logan Acker - You can say that again.

Burnside pulls Naberius out of the corner, he nails him with a pair of punches, which stagger Naberius. Burnside sends Naberius into the ropes, he runs off the ropes back at Burnside, he lifts him up into his arms, throwing him down onto the mat with a spinebuster. Burnside covers him, as the referee counts.

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.. Kick out.

Burnside pulls Naberius up off the mat, he looks around, as he lifts Naberius up into his arms. Burnside runs across the ring planting Naberius down with leg drop. He turns and throws his arms wildly. Burnside pulls Naberius up to his feet and locks him into the Torture Rack. He stands with the Torture Rack applies, Naberius taps out the referee calls for the bell.

Emily Lyle - The winner of this match The Weatherman Jackson Burnside!!

Burnside stands with the new Heritage Championship belt over his shoulder.



The show cuts to a break.

We cut to an over the shoulder view of a man dressed in a black collared-shirt, with neat dark brown hair, sitting in a wooden chair. He is hunched over and his right shoulder is rhythmically rolling, his head turning the slighest from side to side. The camera pans around to see that David Carroll is writing in a spiral notebook. It's a little difficult to discern what is being written due to the cursive being used that borders on calligraphy. The oval light in the room is framed directly over David's head and dim, casting a light glare on the paper.

"You'll have to forgive me," David starts without looking up, "but I hadn't journaled today. I try to write once per day. Thoughts, musings, sometimes scripture quotes that I find applicable."

David writes a few more words before putting his pen down on the pad and pivoting in his seat to face the camera. He smiles, clasping his hands flat together and leaning his elbows on his knees.

"Four weeks. Four weeks is the length of time it took from me, as a veritable rookie opening the show, to being the last man standing to end the show. Well, kneeling, but nonetheless. There have been people calling my rise prodigious. Considering that pride or vanity is one of the seven deadly sins, there is a constant reminder to remain humble, and I think thus far I am succeeding. I am simply stating the facts of events that have transpired."

David looks off to the side for a moment, heaving a sigh and casting his eyes down momentarily before looking back to the camera.

"There are some things that I feel like I need to address; subjects that a few people have asked me about. First and foremost, I would like to extend my apologies to Abby Joseph for the interaction that took place two weeks ago. The actions of my associate Princeton are the fault of my own. He's ex-military, an Army Ranger to be precise, and when I asked him to mind the door, he took his task to heart. His training kicked in, so if he startled you Abby, then I take the blame for that and extend my deepest apologies. The last thing I want to do is make you skittish in my company. Seeing that we are in Orlando, and not too far from my home, you are the first that I extend an invitation to join me at my church tomorrow. You will find yourself welcomed with open arms."

"The second item I want to address is the relationship with my tag team partner two weeks ago, the only person who has defeated me thus far in UWL. Mr. Daron Smythe, I understand the reservations you have in trusting me. I am sorry that you experienced a charlatan in your youth. People like that, people who just want money from their parishioners that they in turn pocket for themselves is...blasphemous. God is watching, be sure of it, and that person will have a lot to answer for when the time comes to meet our Father. If you would take the time to look into my background, you will know that I come from a fairly comfortable background. Money, for me, has never been something I've been want for. I can assure you that any money given to the church collection goes to helping those less fortunate and spreading our message. If you need to see for yourself, then I invite you to join me at my church tomorrow. You will find yourself welcomed with open arms."

"The third item...why was I on my knees in prayer to close out the show two weeks ago? Most people think that I was praying in thanks for my victory, but that is not so. I was praying for forgiveness in hitting Jackson Burnside with that chair. It was against the rules and ultimately immoral, I have no illusions to that. But I also believe that my success in UWL will in turn help to grow my church, and to spread our message. Sometimes, wicked things must be done, and I must shoulder the burden of my actions. I would not ask anyone to sacrifice their morality, therefore it must be me. But last week, attendance at my church rose by almost seventy-five percent, and I have to believe that Daron and I's victory over the champions had a lot to do with that. Jackson Burnside, you may not forgive me, and I'll understand if you don't. Forgiveness doesn't come easy, but I encourage it. You'll find yourself on a more righteous path, and though our paths may cross again, I invite you to join me at my church tomorrow to begin your journey down the path of light. You will find yourself welcomed with open arms."

David stands up now to his full six foot four inch height, slowly rotating his head around, which cause a few cracks to be heard. He lets out another relaxed sigh, the smile coming back.

"And finally, Anthony Cross. The UWL World Champion for a number of months now. A man who some have referred to as being unstoppable. That was, until two weeks ago. True, you may not have been the one on your team to be defeated, but it was a loss for you. For the sake of competition, I hope that loss has not weighed heavily on your mind. I am honored to share the ring with the Champion in one-on-one competition just six weeks after my debut. I mean, all that I've done since I've gotten here is defeated former and current champions, but this opportunity is truly special. It may not be for the title, but even a good showing will raise my stock even further. I will not pray for victory, but I will pray that I do my best, and that neither one of us truly get hurt. Again, I hope you don't take your previous loss to me to heart, and no matter the outcome of our match tonight, I also invite you to join me at my church tomorrow. You will find yourself welcomed with open arms."

David closes his eyes and turns his head to the right, the corners of his mouth climbing upward. He takes a deep breath in through his nose.

"I can hear them. The crowd. The anticipation building up inside of them, knowing that they could very well be witnessing a future title match."

His eyes open again and he looks directly at the camera.

"Anthony...let's give them something special to remember tonight. I wish you some of the good favor that God bestows upon me every day. See you soon."

The camera fades out.