UWL Eruption 7-27-24

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!

"Pride" by Manchester Orchestra plays as Tony Rios comes to the ring he slaps a few fans hands then he climbs into the ring. He stretches out on the ring ropes as he waits on his match to start.

Emily Lyle - From Richmond, Virginia, weighing two hundred and seventy five pounds, Tony Rios!!

The lights go dark as Succession hits and out Comes Kingsley Bennett in a golden robe and he turns his back and lifts his hands up as the video lights his name up. He turns and makes his way down to the ring stopping to flip a fan off.

Emily Lyle - From Canterbury Kent England now residing in Beverly Hills California, weighing one hundred and sixty five kilogram, Kingsley Bennett!!

He makes his way up the steps and into the ring and proceeded to the turnbuckle climbing it and stretching his arms wide open and closing his eyes he gets down and steps outside and waits for his opponent.

Cliff Morris - We're ready to kick off Eruption with our opening match up. As Tony Rios takes on Kingsley Bennett to kick off tonight's action.

The bell sounds. Bennett runs at Rios, nailing him with a double kick sending him down to the mat. Bennett goes out to the ring apron quickly. Cripple rolls out of the way, Bennett comes off the ropes. Rios runs at Bennett, he ducks under. Bennett nails Rios with a Pele kick which stuns him. He sends him to the corner. Bennett runs in hitting him with a clothesline in the corner. He leans in on him in the corner nailing him with repeated punches, the referee warns him about the closed fist. Bennett punches away on Rios. He leans into him and rakes his hands in his eyes, almost digging his fingers into Rios’s eyes, the referee calls for a break, Bennett steps back.

Cliff Morris - Kingsley Bennett rakes the eyes of Tony Rios.

Logan Acker - For someone who wrestled olympic style it is just uncalled for.

Bennett grabs Rios around his wrist to send him into the corner, but Rios reverses it, sending Bennett. He runs at him, Bennett ducks out of the way. Bennett jumps up nailing him with a clothesline which stuns Rios. He runs across the ring to the opposite corner. Bennett runs at him, nailing him with a clothesline in the corner. Bennett turns, he turns moving across the ring with an intense look on his face.

Cliff Morris - Kingsley Bennett with a thunderous clothesline in the corner!

Logan Acker - That was pure intensity!

Bennett goes out to the ring apron, Rios rolls to the floor, he hops off down onto the ring apron dropping to the floor. Bennett runs around the ring blind siding Rios, he pushes him back in the ring. As Bennett slides back in, Rios rolls out to the floor. He drops down quickly sliding out to the floor. He’s grabbed by Rios slamming his back off the guardrail. Bennett lays back grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Tony Rios slams the back of Kingsley Bennett off the guardrail!

Rios stands over Bennett stomping away on him, the referee tries to get them back in the ring, but Rios is stomping away on Bennett. Rios pulls Bennett up to his feet. He locks his arms around him and throws Bennett back on the floor with a overhead belly to belly suplex. Bennett lays on the floor grimacing in pain as Rios rises up looking at the fans in the front row with a look of disgust. Rios pulls Bennett up shoving him back in the corner, he slides in behind him. Rios stands over Bennett dropping down with a pointed elbow down onto Bennett. He rises up, he looks around. Rios slaps Bennett across the back of his head. He jerks him up to his feet grabbing him around his head dropping him down with a neckbreaker. Rios bounces right back up as Bennett lays on the mat grimacing in pain. Rios grabs Bennett up and drops him down with the Rio-Driver (Taka Michinoku Driver). He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Tony Rios!!

The show cuts to a break.

The UWL Heritage Championship glistens in the spotlight as the scene opens. The rich history of nearly 2 decades radiates from the golden face plate. The camera pans out to reveal the velvet runner and podium that is placed on. It also reveals the man who has held the championship since October, Billy Danielson.

Fresh off an unsuccessful campaign to unify the Heritage and World Championship to recreate Caleb Hart’s Triple Crown Championship, Billy Danielson was focused on his first title defense since early June.

Billy Danielson - “You know, in my chasing of legacies and recreating of status symbols…”

There’s a bit of remorse in his voice. Danielson didn’t mean to neglect his duties as champion. He was just so focused on adding to the prestige of the Heritage Championship, he wasn’t available to face anyone for his title.

Billy Danielson - “I hadn’t noticed the rest of my division catching up to me.”

Danielson pauses. He thinks about the newer names that have appeared over the last handful of months and started building their names around the UWL. Potential challengers, he hasn’t even thought about due to his long feud with Robb Daniels and his 4-way feud with Daron, Jackson, and Cory. It weighs heavy on his mind.

Billy Danielson - “These kinds of things happen when you’re a champion. You get bigger opportunities. You face higher talent. You think you can see it all, but sometimes you’re so focused on the bigger picture that the finer details lose their focus.”

He drifts off a bit, as his tone changes.

Billy Danielson - “Blade Lavigne”

Billy looks off-screen for a second as he acknowledges the first of what could be many more challengers for his championship reign.

Billy Danielson - “You may have slipped by me at first, but now you are my focus.”

His voice is very stoney and stoic as if he was a man on a mission.

Billy Danielson - “And that’s a problem you may not want because I’m dangerous when I’m focused.”

Danielson smirks as he gets back into the groove of being a fighting champion.

Billy Danielson - “Just ask some of the great names that have walked these hallowed halls.”

He spreads his arms as if meaning the actual halls of the Myrtle Beach Sports Center. Chuckling to himself, he looks down at the ground for a moment and looks back up with a serious look to match his more serious tone.

Billy Danielson - “Blade, I fear for your.”

Billy says coldly.

Billy Danielson - “I’ve seen how you’ve struggled since your debut earlier this year. You’ve strung a couple of wins and opportunities, but you’ve yet to capitalize.”

He shrugs, despite knowing the answer to his question. Blade LaVigne has done a lot of highlightable things in the UWL, but his difficulties closing the deal are well-documented.

Billy Danielson - “Could tonight be your night? Do you finally follow through with the opportunities awarded to you? Are you finally going to prove that Blade LaVigne is exactly that ‘Future’ you’ve labeled yourself?”

Danielson shakes his head disappointedly.

Billy Danielson - “I don’t think so… and I have a feeling you don’t think so either.”

He raises a finger, countering himself.

Billy Danielson - “But let me tell you something, Blade…”

His voice gets a little lighter, like talking to a younger brother who had a bad game.

Billy Danielson - “Despite the goofy name and the heavy losses on your record…”

His finger stays up as he slowly reaches his point.

Billy Danielson - “I see your perserverence. I see your dedication to your craft. You try and you fight and you survive to see another card…”

Billy points at the camera.

Billy Danielson - “That’s nothing to knock.”

He wants to give Blade the credit he deserves, as he has earned a UWL Heritage Championship after all. Billy just didn’t see Blade as someone at the level of himself just yet.

Billy Danielson - “You are not Heritage Championship ready. You are not Billy Danielson ready.”

He raises that finger back up, bouncing it to the rhythm of his voice as he makes his next statement.

Billy Danielson - “But I believe that one day you will be.

The Heritage Champion softens his face, feeling as if he’d been a little too harsh on Blade all things considered.

Billy Danielson - “I believe, that just as I said these things to Daron Smythe, Nick Danger, and Jackson Burnside, you too can be a bigger name in this company.”

He nods to reaffirm his kind words.

Billy Danielson - “And when that day comes, you’ll understand why today is not ‘The Future’.”

Billy places one hand on the Heritage Champion to emphasize the fact that Blade will not be touching his title tonight, but certainly has the potential to one day. His soft smile grows a little bit as he looks at the camera.

Billy Danielson - “I’ll see you out there, Blade.”

Danielson pulls his championship off the pedestal and throws it over his shoulder, ready to finally be a defending and retaining champion once again.

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 arena's lights fall sending the venue into a pitch black state, the beginning rhythms of "Requiem" hits the arena's sound system. The crowd immediately resounds with a roar of boos. Lights begin to fill through out the arena. Rylee emerges from the back stopping at the top of the entrance ramp.

Emily Lyle - From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing one hundred and thirteen pounds, Rylee Poverly!!

She turns her back to the crowd as the lights flicker all around her. She makes her way down the aisle waving off the fans extending their hands to tough her. Rylee enters the ring standing in the center of the ring with her arms extended looking out at the crowd.



'Sandra Was Great' by Flashworx plays and he steps through the curtain. At the top of the isle Adam Zachary steps from the shadows as the lights flicker all around him.

Emily Lyle - From Tempe, Arizona, weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds, Adam Zachary!

He then struts to the ring with a cocky look on his face. Zachary moves to the ring apron turns putting his back against the ropes throwing his arms out holding the ropes on each side. Slowly moving into the ring waiting for the match to begin.

Cliff Morris - We're ready for our next match. As Rylee Poverly takes on Adam Zachary in our next match up.

Before the bell, Zachary runs at Poverly nailing her with repeated right hands that stun her. She comes back throwing wild punches, the bell sounds. She nails him with shoot kick which stun him. Poverly jumps up nailing him with an enziguri sending him down to the mat. Poverly rises up off the mat, she walks around the ring with her arms out and her head back with a cocky smile on her face. Zachary gets up off the mat. Poverly turns, she looks at him. She runs at him, but Zachary catches up into his arms. He swings her around and throws her down with a scoop slam into a reverse DDT. Zachary goes out to the ring apron, he moves up to the top rope. He leaps off landing down on Poverly with a leg drop.

Cliff Morris - Adam Zachary connects with a leg drop down onto Rylee Poverly!

Zachary pulls Poverly up off the mat. He sends her to the ropes. Poverly comes off the ropes, Zachary runs back at her, she nails him with a running kick which stuns him. Poverly jumps up nailing him with an enziguri, he falls to the mat. She rises up off the mat. As Zachary is leaning over to get off the mat, Poverly runs at him nailing him with a running knee lift which staggers him. She nails him with a pair of shoot kicks. She grabs him around his head, she kicks off the ropes and turns, planting him down with a springboard DDT. Poverly rises up off the mat. She goes out to the ring apron, she pulls on the ropes, she leaps off landing down on Zachary with a diving elbow drop. Poverly covers him, the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Poverly pulls Zachary up off the mat. She sends him to the corner. She runs at him, but he comes charging out of the corner nailing her with a clothesline which turns her inside and out, Poverly rolls out to the floor. Zachary goes out on the ring apron, he jumps up on the ropes, comes back off taking Poverly down onto the floor with a Asai moonsault. They both lay on the floor. Slowly, Zachary gets up off the floor. He runs toward the ring steps, he leaps back off turning in the air nailing Poverly with a dive off the ring apron.

Cliff Morris - Adam Zachary takes Rylee Poverly down with a dive off the ring apron!

Logan Acker - These two need to get back into the ring!

Zachary pulls Poverly up, he pushes her back in the ring. Zachary stands on the ring apron, he pulls himself up on the ropes, he leaps off for a springboard clothesline, but she catches him with a kick to the face, he falls to the mat. Zachary slowly rises off the mat. Poverly runs at him nailing him with a running kick which stuns him. She grabs him around his head, planting him with a DDT.

Cliff Morris - Rylee Poverly planting Adam Zachary with a DDT!

Logan Acker - Rylee Poverly needs to stay on the attack and not let up!

Zachary rises up off the mat. Poverly comes at him and nails him with a superkick, he falls straight back on the mat. Poverly leaps on him covering him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Rylee Poverly!!

Poverly turns as Harper Levine and Sage Jenkins stand beside her.

The show cuts to a break.

Nicole Sanders was looking at her television title and smirked. She runs her hands along the nameplate. She starts tracing her name. She lightly licks her lips.

Nicole: Winning this title has meant everything to me. It showed I belonged here, it showed the pathetic losers who acted like I was nothing, just eye candy for Cory that I could do something. It showed that unlike pathetic cunts I could wrestle unlike them. It showed that I was more than they were. I have shown that and more. I am sure plenty thought I would lose it in my first defense, yet here I am in my second one. It shows don't judge a book by its cover.

Nicole shakes her head while she laughs softly.

Nicole: It's funny though who I am facing for my second defense, Nova Jackson. Nova, I don't know why you are even getting a show for, I mean you just had a shot at the TWN championship and couldn't even win it. What makes you think you are going to have any luck against me? I know you won't. I have said I am not giving this title up that easy, and I plan on keeping my word. You can try beating me Nova, but you will come up short again. Just don't get discouraged after you lose another shot at a title. You will one day win one. Til then, just learn from your mistakes, like thinking you have a shot at beating me. Go ahead, try, but it will be too bad, better luck next time.

Nicole smirks, as she puts her title on her shoulder. She starts walking away.

The cameras take us backstage to catering. There's a small set-up of some tables, chairs, northing too elaborate. Hot trays with some food items, though from where the cameras are we cannot see what they have. There's a mixture of different people around, from wrestlers to arena staff, to UWL-specific staff who keep the show flowing. There's a small flat screen up on the wall airing Eruption, currently replaying clips from the last match.

Sitting at the middle of a white table closest to the camera is Jackson Burnside. Not booked to compete tonight, and so The Weatherman is dressed in his street clothes tonight. His hair is tied up and back in a knot, a yellow beard has been growing back. It indicates perhaps that he hasn't bothered to shave since coming up short again at Battlestar. Burnside turns himself so he can see the television, turning away from his food. A plate with what appears to be some sort of cheesy noodle, an indiscriminate green vegetable, large heel of bread and a small bowl which contains a clear soup. Jackson's back is turned away from the end of the table, and somebody sits down behind him.

He either doesn't hear or decides to pay no mind. Of course, he doesn't realize that this a person he's been wanting to see. Seated a few feet away from Burnside is the man-with-a-raspy-voice. He's dressed in a deep blue tailored suit, his face clean shaven and graying blonde hair freshly trimmed. The clips on the TV end and Burnside turns to attend his food. He glances over and pauses when he sees him. Burnside pushes his food away and suspiciously eyes him. The other man, for his credit, maintains a pleasant and non-threatening smile. Burnside sucks his teeth and taps his index finger against the table.

Jackson Burnside:
"You're gonna come talk to me, you better tell me your real name brother."

Harlan DuBois:
"Harlan DuBois. And, I would like to apologize for the duplicity."

Burnside is obviously confused. He looks down at Harlan's chest, at the laminated lanyard permitting him access backstage.

Jackson Burnside:
"Well I know you ain't really media. I want you tell me what's goin' on. What are you doin'? Huh?"

Harlan DuBois:
"I'm a man of many talents Mr. Burnside. I've worked in media, journalism, broadcasting, I've managed athletes and actors, I've been a secretary and personal assistant to tech moguls and Wall Street giants. I've even dabbled into paralegal duties, though I won't pretend to be a lawyer. You want to ask me what I'm doing? I wanted to meet you, Mr. Burnside." He holds up his hand to silence the inevitable question. "The real you. A candid interview, deep insights into a man that I find fascinating. So I developed a little ruse, and I'm sorry for that."

Jackson Burnside:
"What about that video package?"

Harlan DuBois:
"Marvelous wasn't it? I may have been in the AV Club when I was a boy, but I had a little production studio put that together. They worked with the UWL crew, and we sourced some of those personal videos from your wife. As for the why, well it was sometiing on a resume I supppose."

Burnside looks away and noods his head. He lets the confirmation hang in the air for awhile. He grabs the bread off of his plate, dips it into the soup and takes a bite.

Jackson Burnside:
"Okay. So a resume for what? You want to be my production guy? Run the socials, get me over with the kids on TikTok?"

Harlan DuBois:
"Sure. I also want to do whatever you ask me to. I want to me your shadow, Mr. Burnside. The man-behind-the-man. The video itself wasn't the resume, it was the process. You've seen my resourcefulness. I know a lot of people, and I've had my hand in any number of cookie jars. I can handle everything for you. Call it whatever you want. Your manager, assistant, partner, it doesn't matter to me."

Burnside takes another big bite out of the bread. He waves what's left of it in the air.

Jackson Burnside:
"Why? Why do you want to do this? Why is a guy, with all the knowledge, skills and connections you say you have, puttin' so much effort into a guy like me? I think it stinks a little, jack."

Harlan takes a deep breath.

Harlan DuBois:
"You need it, more than you think. Look at yourself, right now. You lost another title match at Battlestar, and what are doing? Campaigning and banging down doors? Getting up in Daron Smythe's face? Calling out Cory Chevelle and ending your feud with him once and for all in the ring? No. No you're sitting here in catering, eating cheap food and watching the show like a curtain jerker! Is your career going to end this way? Out in a fizzle of sad meals and irrelevancy? I don't want that for you. I want to help, because I think that you are a special person, Mr. Burnside. Foremost before everything else that I am, all my knowledge, skills, and accreditations, I am a fan of pro wrestling. You are pro wrestling at it's finest. You entertain, you perform in that ring to the best of your ability and the best of your ability is very great! More to the point you have convictions and integrity, you stray here or there but you acknowledge those failures and correct yourself."

Burnside is quiet. He takes it all in, everything Harlan is saying rings true and he knows it. Indeed, perhaps hearing it from someone else for the first time, the suggestion that his career may be at it's tail end, is giving him something to contemplate.

Harlan DuBois:
"I want to bring you back to the top. I want to be here to help you stand when you get knocked down, catch you when you fall, and raise your hand in victory when you reach the top again."

Jackson Burnside:
"That all sounds good brother. Thing is I've always done it on my own, so you know...?"

Harlan DuBois:
"So, I know what? You're drowning in a lake and I'm offering you a branch Mr. Burnside, accept it."

Harlan extends his hand. Burnside looks Harlan over and stares at his hand. He sucks his teeth again and shakes his head, unsure what to make of the proposal. Harlan is not dissuade as he retracts the handshake.

Harlan DuBois:
"Do me one favor: tell yourself, 'I will become World Champion.'"

Burnside looks around, he wonders if this is a place to make a scene. He mutters in a normal speaking voice:

Jackson Burnside:
"I'll- I will become World Champion again."

Harlan DuBois:
"Don't say it like a pussy say it like you mean it!"

Burnside smacks the table, which causes everyone to look over. This time he orotates much louder.

Jackson Burnside:
"I will become World Champion!"

Harlan stands up.

Harlan DuBois:
"I SAID SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"

Burnside stands up and joins him.

Jackson Burnside:
"I'm gonna become World Champion, and brother nobody is gonna tell me otherwise."

Harlan extends his hand, and this time Burnside accept with no hesitation.

Harlan DuBois:
"You'll find I've already emailed you my compensation and amenities requests." He puts his arm around Burnside's shoulder and guides him out of catering. "Let's get to work."

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



Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a forty five minute time limit and it is for the UWL Heritage Championship!

Bleed For Me by Saliva hits, Blade jogs onto the ramp, stops and takes in the crowd. As he nods his head to the music, Blade cocks a smirk and begins his journey down to the ring. Blade will look for some hands to high five on his way down the ramp.

Emily Lyle - From Gladstone, Michigan, weighing two hundred and fifty five pounds, Blade LaVigne!!

Blade will slide into the ring, and slowly clap his hands as he walks towards the far-side turnbuckle! Blade throws his hands into the air as the crowd pops a little louder. As Blade's theme music fades, Blade drops off of the turnbuckle.

The crowd is buzzing when suddenly the lights go out.



"Born for Greatness" by Papa Roach plays as the crowd buzzes, as the crowd goes nuts. The first verse plays out, causing more anticipation. As the verse comes to the end it pauses for a moment. All of the lights go out again, but then come right back on in full brightness!!!



Suddenly, Billy "The G.O.A.T." Danielson walks out from behind the curtain to a huge pop, as he makes his way down to the ring. He's in wrestling gear, high-fiving fans as he makes his way to the ring. He wipes his feet before going up to the apron, and into the ring. The fans continue to cheer as Danielson throws his arms in the air. He slowly backs into his corner and waits for the bell to ring.



Danielson walks around the ring.



Cliff Morris - Billy Danielson puts the Heritage Championship on the line against Blade LaVigne in our next contest.

Logan Acker - This is a huge chance at hand for Blade LaVigne. We're about to see if he can capitalize on this chance.

The referee looks around as the crowd is on their feet as excitement fills the air, he signals for the bell and the two men stare LaVigne the ring at one another before moving into a collar and elbow tie up. The two men grapple for position before Danielson shoves LaVigne back into the corner. LaVigne gathers himself slowly moving from the corner. This time, Danielson backs him up into the ropes and breaks clean, while patting him on his chest. LaVigne comes at Danielson nailing him with repeated leg kicks which stuns him. He follows that up with several more before backing him into the ropes, he sends him off into the ropes, Danielson is met with a brutal face kick. Danielson rushes up to his feet, but LaVigne comes over and applies a waistlock, he pushes Danielson forward, he stumbles. LaVigne jumps up, dropping him with a neckbreaker. He covers him, the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

LaVigne crouches patiently on the top rope and Danielson slowly climbs to his feet, LaVigne comes at Danielson nailing him with a pair of Muay Thai knees which stuns him. LaVigne jumps up nailing Danielson with an enziguri which sends him falling out to the floor. Danielson struggles to get to his feet and LaVigne goes out onto the apron, he rushes from the corner to the middle of the apron and dives off with another front dropkick that sends Danielson flying into the guardrail with tremendous force. He grabs Danielson by his hair and rolls him into the ring, he climbs in behind and allows Danielson to rise up but quickly takes him back down with a snap suplex. LaVigne gets up quickly and snaps off another one, he holds on and pulls him up before snapping off another one. Danielson holds his back in pain as he rises up to his feet and gets to his feet grimacing in pain. LaVigne grabs Danielson pushing him back in the ring.

Cliff Morris – These two are leaving it all in the ring in the early going of this one.

LaVigne pulls Danielson up and levels him with a forearm to the back before pushing him back into the corner, he decks him with a couple of elbows before whipping him into the opposite corner and hitting him with another elbow. He rolls back into the center of the ring to his feet, rushes in at Danielson and nails him with a knee kick. Danielson falls forward to the mat. LaVigne once again tries to apply a waistlock and pull him up but he knows what's going on now, Danielson nails LaVigne with a pair of back elbows. Danielson comes around nailing LaVigne with a pair of chops. He goes for a clothesline, LaVigne ducks under the clothesline attempt. LaVigne grabs Danielson around his waist with a rear waistlock, he throws him back hard onto the mat with a German suplex.

Cliff Morris – Blade LaVigne throwing Billy Danielson back with a German suplex.

Logan Acker – Billy Danielson looks shaken up after that German suplex.

LaVigne grabs Danielson up to his feet. He grabs him into a side headlock. Danielson sends him off. LaVigne runs off the ropes. Danielson takes LaVigne over with a arm drag. They both return to their feet. Danielson nails LaVigne with an enziguri kick. LaVigne lays face down on the mat. Danielson rises up off the mat. Danielson goes back in the corner. LaVigne rises up to his feet. Danielson runs at him. LaVigne leans over throwing Danielson down with a back body drop. Danielson turns on the mat grimacing in pain as LaVigne comes at him. He nails him with a pair of punches to his head. He jerks him up off the mat. LaVigne steps back. He runs at Danielson, but he gets met with a kick which sends him staggering. Danielson runs at the staggering LaVigne, nailing him with a running knee strike. Danielson falls back against the ropes catching his breath nodding his head.

Cliff Morris – Billy Danielson nodding his head after landing a running knee strike!

Logan Acker – Blade LaVigne looks like he’s on dreamstreet after that knee strike wow!

Danielson comes to LaVigne. He pulls him around. He kicks him in his stomach, doubling him over. Danielson leans over, lifting LaVigne up, he throws him down hard off the mat with the Thinning the Herd (RKO). Danielson leans over him, the referee counts.

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2.. Kick out!

Danielson pulls him up to his feet. He grabs him around his head into a front facelock. Danielson goese for a suplex. But LaVigne blocks it and takes Danielson over quickly into a Small Package, the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out!

They both come back to their feet. LaVigne grabs Danielson taking him over with a backslide, the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out!

Danielson rolls through coming back to his feet. He runs at LaVigne and connects with the Chicago Blackout (Knee Strike). He comes back up grabbing LaVigne and drops him with the Franchise (Inverted Crucifix Bomb). He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of this match and STILL!! UWL Heritage Champion Billy Danielson!!!

Danielson stands with the Heritage Championship belt. LaVigne slowly rises up off the mat. He looks at Danielson who gives him a side look on his face. LaVigne walks toward Danielson as he stands looking on the referee comes over getting between the two.

The show cuts to a break.