UWC Eruption 7-23-22

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, 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.

Fight Music by D12 begins playing and Jenna Jillian Walker emerges from the entrance way. She sets her hands on her hips and then begins walking down the ramp.

Emily Lyle - From Waterloo, Iowa, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, Jenna Jillian Walker!!

When Jenna gets to ringside she leaps up onto the ring apron and steps through the top and middle ropes. The crowd cheers as she walks over to the closes turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope and raises her arms in the air.

Cliff Morris - We’re ready to kick off Eruption with our opening contest. As Nick Danger takes on Jenna Jillian Walker.

The bell sounds, as both competitors move from their corners, they slowly circle around one another moving into a collar and elbow tie up. Danger takes Walker into a side headlock, he clutches his arms around her head. Walker goes to send Danger off, but he manages to hold onto the headlock. Danger starts moving his head, as if he hears music, as he holds onto the headlock. Walker walks Danger into the ropes, she manages to send Danger off. Danger runs into the ropes, he bounces off the ropes running back at Walker, she leapfrogs over Danger, as he runs back into the ropes and back off. Danger runs back at Walker, she nails Danger with a spinning back fist, which staggers him. Walker grabs him around his head, she plants him down with a neckbreaker. Walker rises to her feet, she stands over Danger, as he lays flat on his back on the mat, she jumps into the air for an elbow drop, but Danger manages to raise his knees up, as Walker crumbles onto the mat.

Cliff Morris - Jenna Jillian Walker falls to the mat riving in pain.

Logan Acker - Nick Danger needs to get on the attack and not let up!

Danger pulls Walker up off the mat, and lands a hard right hand, which sends Walker falling into the ropes. Danger kicks her in her side with a hard kick, as she crumbles against the ropes. Danger pulls Walker away from the ropes leaning her over grabbing her around her head, he lifts her up planting her down with a suplex. Danger turns covering her, as the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Danger rises to his feet, he sends Walker hard into the corner, she lays against the turnbuckles. He runs across the ring, but Walker dodges out of the way, as Danger slams into the turnbuckles. Walker turns Danger around, she leans him over grabbing him around his head, she lands a hard hitting European uppercut. She grabs Danger around his head, she runs into the ropes, kicking off planting Danger with a DDT. Danger lays on the mat, as Walker stands over him dropping down onto Danger with a leg drop. She covers him, the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Walker wraps her legs around Danger's neck, locking him into a headscissors choke. She locks her legs right, as Danger tries to get free, but just can't break free. Walker locks the hold on tight, as the referee checks on Danger, but he doesn't give up. Walker locks her legs tight around his head, as Danger reaches out grabbing for the ropes, as the referee calls for a break, Walker breaks the hold. She rises to her feet, as Danger slowly rises to his feet, as she lands a hard kick to the side of his leg, which stuns him. She whips Danger into the ropes, Danger holds onto the ropes, as Walker flips over landing on her feet, as Danger charges at her, she nails him with a spear. Walker covers him, as the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Walker rises up off the mat. She grabs Danger and connects with a pair of European upper cuts. She grabs his arm throwing him to the mat, locks on the Dismantle (Fujiwara Armbar). She locks the hold on, the referee checks, Danger taps the referee calls for the bell.

Walker rises up slowly off the mat.

Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Jenna Jillian Walker!!

Walker stands with a stoic look on her face as she takes in moment.

The show cuts to a break.

We come back from the commercial break and we are shown a heavily muscled man, wearing a wife beater tank top, covered in tattoos and with a Mohawk. He smiles, showing his two missing front teeth, and lifts a cup of beer in a toast.

Cliff Morris – He looks like he is fresh out of prison!

Logan Acker – He might be! That is BRADDOCK and he just signed with us.

BRADDOCK drains the cup and throws the empty at the camera.

Cliff Morris – Lucky us…

Eruption comes back from commercial in the backstage area as UWC Television Champion, Cory Chevelle has arrived cowboy hat and all with the UWC Television Championship over his left shoulder. The champ makes his way through as the roster and crew members part like the red sea as he walks by in silence. Suddenly, UWC's Abby Joseph comes around the corner quickly, flagging Chevelle down.

Abby:
Cory, Cory Chevelle! Got a minute?

Chevelle stops, turning towards Abby while rolling his eyes in the same motion.

Cory Chevelle:
What is it?

Abby:
I just wanted to ask you about last week when Jacks-

Chevelle cuts her off raising his palm up near her face.

Cory Chevelle:
Don't. Even.

Abby:
But Cory, fans wanna know is something in the works, are you two gonna get in the ring one on one. Could we possibly see a ti-

Cory Chevelle:
I'll address all of these wonderful questions later tonight Abby. But right now, I've gotta get ready for the match.

Chevy walks on leaving a frustrated Abby Joseph behind.

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 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 UWC 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.



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.

The lights dim in the arena and stay down for about 10 seconds. "Ministry of Lost Souls" by Dream Theater hits the p.a. system in sync with the house lights coming back up, almost too bright at first before dimming down to their normal level. David Carroll is already standing at the entrance ramp, his arms spread to the side with palms and head tilted up. His eyes are closed as he slowly lowers his head. They open slowly as a smile that can only be described as serene spreads across his lips.

Emily Lyle - From Ridge Manor, Florida, weighing two hundred and twenty seven pounds, David Carroll!!

As he starts down towards the ring, his arms slowly drop and his hands come clasped together in front of them, hanging by his waist. He casually looks to both sides of the crowd, not being affected by their reaction. When he gets to ringside, he will pick up a random fan that's booing him and tell them "I'll pray for you my brother/sister". He walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring. Once there, he stops right in the middle, his arms go to the sides with palms up once more. He nods a few times as if to tell the crowd he accepts their decision to boo him. The smile never leaves his face.
All lights in the arena dim down

"Out here we play for keeps
Ain't one of us is innocent
We've all got blood on our hands"

Emily Lyle - Ladies and gentlemen, from Bootjack, Missouri! Weighing in at 287 pounds! He is the UWC Television Champion The Silverback, CORY CHEVELLE!

It's time for reckoning
No one will come to your defense
We'll cut you down where you stand!

Chevelle emerges from the curtain slowly, staring straight down into the ring as the crowd gets louder.



Chevelle slowly makes his way down to the ring, hopping up on to the apron and cranking his neck from one side to the other before entering.

The lights dim in the arena and the words "I AM #1" flash on the video screen...

MIRROR, VAIN

GONE INSANE

BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS

The house lights come back up and standing in the center of the stage, holding a single finger high in the air, is #1 Daron Smythe.

Emily Lyle - From Wheeling, West Virginia, weighing two hundred and fifty six pounds, he is the UWC World Champion Daron Smythe!!

Smythe looks out at the crowd, some holding up their own version of the single finger salute, as he saunters down the aisle towards the ring, confidently keeping that finger in the air as he steps through the rope and climbs to the second rope in one corner of the ring.

Cliff Morris - It’s tag team action. This is a huge tag team match. We have World Champion Daron Smythe teaming with the Television Champion Cory Chevelle taking on Heritage Champion The Weatherman Jackson Burnside teaming with the 2023 Coronation Cup winner David Carrol. This is huge.

Logan Acker - This is definitely huge. This is pay-per-view quality.

The referee calls for the bell. Carroll runs at Chevelle, but gets nailed with a hard clothesline, which staggers Carroll. Chevelle throws a hard right hand, which stumbles Carroll. Chevelle leans over, lifting Carroll up, throwing him down onto the mat with a bone crushing bodyslam. Carroll lays on the mat, as Chevelle runs at him kicking him with a hard kick to the back of his head. Chevelle pulls Carroll up to his feet, he sends him into the ropes, Carroll bounces off the ropes, Chevelle goes for a clothesline, but Carroll ducks under the clothesline attempt. Carroll catches Chevelle in the back of his leg with a hard kick, followed by another kick, which sends Chevelle down to one knee. Carroll bounces off the ropes running back at Chevelle nailing him with a leg lariat. Carroll bounces up to his feet, he turns, staring at Daron Smythe, as he stands on the ring apron looking back into the ring.

Cliff Morris - David Carroll playing his typical mind games with Daron Smythe as he stands on the ring apron.

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe doesn’t look like he’s to shaken up.

Burnside runs into the ring, as Carroll makes the tag. Burnside starts throwing hard punches landing into the face of Chevelle. Burnside grabs him around his arm to send him into the ropes, but Chevelle blocks it, pulling Burnside around, lifting him up and sending him down with a sidewalk slam. Chevelle rises to his feet, he tags in Daron Smythe.

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle makes the tag to Daron Smtyhe.

Smythe steps through the ropes, he runs at Burnside nailing him with a European uppercut, which staggers Burnside. Smythe pulls Burnside toward him grabbing him into a front facelock, he lifts him up throwing Burnside back onto the mat with a snap suplex. Smythe grabs Burnside sending him into the ropes, Burnside bounces off the ropes running back at Smythe, as he goes for a back elbow, but Burnside ducks under the back elbow attempt. Burnside grabs Smythe before he can turn around into a full nelson. Burnside throws Smythe down with a scoop slam. Smythe rises up staggers to his feet back into the ropes, Burnside charges at him taking him over the top rope with a clothesline.

Cliff Morris - The Weatherman sends him over the top rope with a hard clothesline that sends him sailing!

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe wants the number of that truck that just ran him over!

Smythe staggers to his feet, as he does Carroll runs at him taking him down onto the floor. Carroll throws rights and lefts at Smythe, as he lays over him on the floor. Chevelle pulls Carroll off of Smythe, as he does Burnside comes off the ring apron with a double ax handle down onto the back of Chevelle.

Cliff Morris - The referee needs to regain control of this one!

Burnside slides back into the ring, as the referee tells him to back up. Smythe gets away from Carroll, sliding back into the ring. Carroll leans over, stretching his arm out, as he does Burnside grants him the tag. Carroll moves into the ring looking across the ring wanting Smythe, as he backs up. Carroll runs at him throwing wild punches backing Smythe back into the ropes. Smythe catches Carroll with a knee to the stomach, which doubles him over. Smythe throws a hard punch, which staggers him. Smythe grabs the dazed Carroll around his head, snapping his neck off the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. He covers him, the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out!

Both men return to their feet, as they do Smythe goes for an enziguri, but Carroll dodges out of the way. Smythe rises to his feet, as he does Carroll takes him over with a arm drag. Carroll kicks Smythe in his stomach doubling him over, Carroll grabs Smythe around his head dropping him with a reverse DDT. Carroll punches him over covering, as the referee counts.

1..

2..

.. Kick out!

Carroll rises to his feet, he tags in Burnside. He moves into the ring, as Smythe rises to his feet, but pushes Burnside back nailing him with a clothesline. Smythe turns tagging in, Chevelle. He makes his way into the ring, as Burnside gets to his feet. Chevelle nails Burnside with a pair of hard right hands, which daze him. He pulls Burnside around lifting him up, throwing him hard onto the mat with a bodyslam. Burnside lays on the mat riving in pain. Chevelle runs off the ropes, he jumps up landing down onto Burnside with an elbow drop. Chevelle covers him, as the referee counts.

1..

2..

.. Kick out.

Chevelle turns, he tags in Smythe as he moves into the ring. He comes at Burnside nailing him with knife edge chops. Smythe pulls him around to the ropes, Carroll hits Burnside with a blind tag. He sends him into the ropes. Smythe comes off hitting him down into the mat with a clothesline. Burnside turns, and hits Chevelle with a back elbow that knocks him off the ring apron. Chevelle rises up off the floor and looks angry. He comes into the ring and starts throwing wild punches at Burnside. They fall back against the ropes slugging it out.

Cliff Morris - Burnside and Chevelle are trading punches slugging it out!!

Smythe has Carroll in the corner. The referee has is attention trying to break up Chevelle and Burnside. Carroll hits Smythe with a low blow. He grabs him taking him over into a Small Package, the referee turns to count.

1..

2..

3..

Cliff Morris - David Carroll just pinned Daron Smythe!!

Logan Acker - This is huge heading into their match for the World Championship at Championship Extravaganza!!

Emily Lyle - The winners of this match The Weatherman Jackson Burnside and David Carroll!!

Carroll sits on his knees with his hands together looking down with his head bowed. Referee's and security finally get Chevelle and Burnside apart. Smythe gets up grimacing in pain from the low blow.

Chevy receives the UWC Television Championship and hoists it up in the air, getting nothing but boo's from the crowd. Meanwhile, Jackson Burnside gets the UWC Heritage championship and raises it up behind Chevelle and the crowd turns from booing to cheers quickly. Chevelle slowly turns around and sees Jackson. Both men stand tall and firm as they stare each other down. The crowd is getting louder. The two men glance at each other's titles then around the arena. Chevelle motions to the outside for a mic. A crew member hands him one, Chevy calls for another. After taking both mics, Chevelle turns back to Burnside and hands him one. Chevelle begins to raise the mic towards his mouth.

Cory Chevelle:
"Well, well.. Yer a big'n aren't ya?"

Jackson doesn't speak but smiles and nods along calmly.

Cory Chevelle:
"Tell me something, you ever defend that thing or just carry it around as an accessory?"

Jackson Burnside:
"How about we step up and find out, brother?"

The crowd eats it up, cheering for the Weatherman.

Cory Chevelle:
"Maybe I will! But not tonight mister Weatherman. You know what everyone hates about weathermen? They only warn you about the crappy weather. They'll say heavy winds and thunderstorms with a chance for tornadoes. No one prepares for the storm though. So when that twister drops people get caught with their pants down. My point is, mister weatherman....I'm that tornado. An f-5 staring you in the face telling ya, here I come, do something!"

Burnside responds with some "spooky fingers." He chuckles to himself and adjusts the Heritage Title belt.

Jackson Burnside:
"All I hear is you talkin' a lotta talk, and y'know that's all anyone does around here. We just did a little dance, but you want me one-on-one?... I'm right here dude. If I'm bein' honest for a sec, well there's somethin' I like about ya. It's not that dumb look on your face or the little smile you make when y'think you've said something smart either. You came to me - you're here lookin' me in the eyes like a man. I've been asking for people to step up, so here you are... steppin' up. And brother, phew, you're a big dude, dude. Bet if I were try to and posture, bump you back away you wouldn't even move an inch. You don't seem afraid of this here humble weather man. That's great. I want you to listen, because this is the most important part my man; I'm not afraid of a you either... Silverback."

Both men let the mics drop and move towards each other getting face to face. Jackson shakes his head, and Chevelle tells him "You can't break me boy!". Jackson grins, turning as he just walks away and exits the ring. Chevelle and him stare each other down as Jackson makes his way up the ramp and into the back. The show cuts to commercial.

Two chairs sit in the center of a parlor room that was set up in the back of the Myrtle Beach Sports Center, with Billy Danielson occupying one. He stares across with uncertainty at whoever is in the other chair. He squints his eyes, trying to figure something out, but it just doesn’t seem to click.

Billy Danielson - So… what am I supposed to do with you?

The camera pans over to reveal the Coronation Cup sitting in th chair. Billy is talking to it like it’s a person because he feels disconnected to the trophy that he had absconded with a few weeks ago.

Billy Danielson - Do I feed you… or…

He continues to stare at the trophy with casual confusion.

Billy Danielson - The silent treatment aye? I get that.

Danielson nods.

Billy Danielson - You aren’t supposed to be here, but listen, statements had to be made.

Billy shrugs to emphasize that this whole situation was relatively out of his hands.

Billy Danielson - I’ve spent years building myself up, creating this brand that was marketable enough to carry multiple companies on my back. I spent years in a metaphorical dessert to be here. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into all of this, and it seems like overnight I lost all of it.

He points at the trophy.

Billy Danielson - And David Carroll is the reason for most of it. From the first day our paths crossed, he’s done nothing but cost me match after match. I could have actually earned you last month if he hadn’t cost me so many matches, but no. David Carroll has decided to make me the antagonist of his parable, and I’ve gotten to the point where if he wants me to be his villain… I’ll be his freaking villain.

Billy motions around him to symbolize the fans in attendance.

Billy Danielson - The fans know I’m not the bad guy here. They know that I’m here for them, but David Carroll is convinced on ruining my life and making me drop to levels I haven’t stooped to in years, and I can’t let that slide now.

Danielson slaps the arm of his chair and smiles at the Coronation Cup. He points at the trophy before continuing.

Billy Danielson - I KNOW WHAT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!

Billy readjusts himself in his seat, as he begins to almost squirm with excitement.

Billy Danielson - What if I beat Deacon Cromwell for you tonight? His name is all religious-based or whatever, and he’s an undeniably annoying individual. He’s basically David Carroll without the cult behind him, and I think that will really mean something to you as we move toward the day I finally beat Carroll’s ass and wash my hands of all this bullshit.

He waits for the trophy to “respond”, but it’s clear by the look on his face that he isn’t getting the reaction he wanted. Billy crosses his arms spitefully.

Billy Danielson - Fine, pout then. I’m going to go and beat Deacon or at least bait David out to get his ass kicked again either way. Just know that if you keep sulking I will donate you to the nearest goodwill. The choice is yours.

Billy still waits, but still no agreeable answer from the cup.

Billy Danielson - Fickle…

Billy gets up and walks away, but as he leaves you can hear him mutter “I can’t believe I just spent an entire promo talking to a trophy” and shaking his head to himself.

We come to some hot footage backstage at the Sports Center. Some crew members are walk, one of which is the camera man. The two are having an simple chat about rushing outside to pick up a shoot of the venue. We see from the perspective of the camera man himself as they walk down the hall. People are all over the place, wrestlers and staff alike. Off to the right, sitting on some sort of road crate resting is Jackson Burnside. Burnside appears to be resting, cooling off following all the action tonight with a towel and a water bottle. From the edge of the camera we see Burnside glance up at them, look away and then double take.

Just as Burnside is out of the shot there's a whistle. Burnside calls at the crew and they whirl around in time to catch him slide off the crate. He puts the towel down on top of the crate, next to the Heritage Championship belt.

Camera Man:
"What's up, Weatherman?"

Jackson Burnside:
"That camera hot?"

Camera Man:
"It can be if you're gonna be quick... Oh, shi-shoot this thing has been rolling."

Burnside laughs.

Jackson Burnside:
"Careful brother, don't want a hot mic incident. I'll be quick, come here."

The camera approaches Burnside and he places both hands onto the side of it. It's not a violent or aggressive act; more like he is attempting to hold it still and get an imtimate moment with the viewer.

Jackson Burnside:
"There's a lot comin' down the pike brother. F-5's, uncertain weather. But I finally got what I want, and that's folks steppin' up. I'll deal with Corey Chevelle in due time, but first I've got a date with Jay, Jay, Dubya. Jenna, lemme talk to you brother; you're a damn good athlete. Been watchin' ya, and I'm glad you're gonna step up at Championship Extravaganza..."

He takes a deep breath. A smile crosses his face and he squints into the camera.

Jackson Burnside:
"I hope you batten down the hatches, board the windows, and prepare for the storm. 'Cause if you think you're gonna wrestle circles around the Weatherman, catch me in a submission and take my Heritage Title?... Well dude, you're in for a wake up call. Bring me your A-game."

Burnside looks up from the camera and steps back. He points to the camera man and winks.

Jackson Burnside:
"You can check the gate on that. Heh..."

Burnside turns his back to the camera. He begins to gather his things and head off as the camera man remembers, this time, to turn the camera off.