UWL Eruption 8-24-24

The cameras cut back to Nicole Sanders's locker room, as she laces her boots up. She was getting ready for her match. It would be her second defense of the Television Championship. She takes a deep breath as she finishes lacing up her left boot.

Nicole: Defense number 2...this will be a harder defense than my first one. I am facing Jackson Burnside, the weatherman.

Nicole rolls her eyes as she thinks about the person she is facing.

Nicole: I been in the wrong with him before, heard all he has to say since I got signed. Honestly, it's the same song and dance. Brother this, brother that. Seriously I think he just needs to realize he can't hack it against us younger wrestlers and just retire. He's nothing like what he used to be. It shows. I already beat him, along with two others in a match. He couldn't even win the World Championship when Cory held it. Now look at where he is at, facing against me. It sure is a big drop down from going for the World Championship.

Nicole lightly laughs.

Nicole: Honestly Jackson, go ahead and call me brother, trying to be all strength, and overpower me. Think because you are stronger, bigger than me, you will beat me. Don't assume that, because I can and will find a way to beat you. I will make sure I keep this title. This is my title, and some overgrown jackass will not take it from me. This is my title.

She stands up after finishing lacing her boots up. She grabs her title, before walking away.

The screen fades back from commercial, revealing the bustling Alltech Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, as the UWL Eruption logo flashes across the screen. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, and the camera pans over to the commentary desk where Cliff Morris and Logan Acker are ready to resume the action.

Cliff Morris: "Welcome back to UWL Eruption, folks! We're live from the Alltech Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, and what a night it’s been so far!"

Logan Acker: "Absolutely, Cliff! We’ve seen some incredible matches, but there's still more to come—"

Suddenly, "The Memory Remains" by Metallica blasts through the PA system, cutting Logan off mid-sentence. The crowd erupts as the UWL World Champion, "#1" Daron Smythe, makes his way down the ramp. Dressed in street clothes with the championship belt slung over his shoulder, Smythe exudes confidence, ignoring the fans' reactions as he marches to the ring.

Cliff Morris: "Wait a minute, that's the UWL World Champion, Daron Smythe! This wasn’t scheduled—what's he doing out here?"

Logan Acker: "When you're the champ, Cliff, you can do whatever you want! But something tells me this isn’t just a casual visit to the ring..."

Smythe climbs through the ropes, eyes narrowed as he surveys the crowd. The music dies down, and he motions for a microphone, which is quickly handed to him. The crowd’s noise settles into a tense silence as Smythe paces the ring, finally stopping dead center. He lifts the mic to his lips, his voice dripping with authority.

Daron Smythe: "You all didn't expect to see me out here tonight like this, did you? Well, guess what? Neither did I!"

The crowd responds with cheers, and a smattering of boos and chants for Cyrus Rinaldi, but Smythe remains unfazed, a sly grin creeping across his face.

Daron Smythe: "No, normally Abby finds me backstage and I give my thoughts before a big match, like tonight's main event, but something's been bothering me for weeks now and I had to come out directly to the people to talk about it..."

He paces again, the championship glinting under the arena lights as he gestures to it.

Daron Smythe: "You see, a few weeks ago, Cyrus Rinaldi thought he was being cute and he dropped a little backstage, insider information. In my two years in the UWL I've seen a lot of promising talents come and go, men and women who looked like they were about to light the world on fire, and in short order they flame out and disappear. We've all seen it - and I know that the UWL lives and dies based upon its roster. This championship here is nothing if there isn't a strong roster of challengers. So yeah, I saw Cyrus get frustrated - it seems to be the world we live in now, and especially in wrestling, where everyone just wants to walk in the door and be the champ, but it doesn't happen often and it sure as hell doesn't happen here."

The crowd reacts, sensing the tension rising in the ring. Smythe’s eyes narrow, and his tone becomes more intense.

Daron Smythe: "No, I paid my dues in this place before I could even sniff a world title shot, I climbed that ladder, rung by rung. And, I know that if you can do that, if you can survive the grind in the UWL, you can get to the top. That's all I was trying to say to you, Cyrus. I wasn't trying to "son" you or "big time you". Anyone with a pair of eyes and ears can see and hear a star when Cyrus Rinaldi. But I'm here to tell you, you're time to ascend to the top will come...but not YET!"

The crowd roars, some scoffing at this idea, Smythe lowers the mic, scanning the crowd with a look of defiance.

Daron Smythe: "Another thing I shared with you - and hell, maybe you'll want to be the first to talk about it but I'll just put it out there, I'm an open book - the reasons why I left professional wrestling for all those years. Cyrus, there are so many reasons I shared anything with you - this place can be cold as hell to a newcomer. No matter what you do elsewhere, it doesn't matter in the UWL - a company with a long history with guys like Caleb Hart, Anthony Cross, Josh Eagles, Robb Daniels and my parter tonight, the GOAT, Billy Danielson. I wanted to make it different, I wanted to make this place different. I know that iron sharpens iron - hell, Cory Chevelle beat my ass for six months straight and it hurt and it sucked but it got me here, once again holding the UWL World Title. You want to use these things against me? Nah man, I've already been through hell and back. Tonight, in this tag match, be ready, you watch over your shoulder - because I think Blade Lavigne is licking his chops to get his hands on that TWN Championship. Tonight, Cyrus, you and Blade will be standing across the ring from the Greatest of all Time and the Modern Day Ace of the UWL and what you will receive is an ass kicking of epic proportions!"

Smythe drops the mic, the sound echoing through the arena as he stands tall in the ring, the crowd is electric, all eyes on the ring as Smythe climbs the corner turnbuckle and proudly holds the UWL World Title belt in the air. The camera zooms in on Smythe’s intense expression as the show cuts to a commercial 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 and it is for the UWL Television Championship!

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 ten pounds, '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.




Cliff Morris - It's time for our opening contest as it appears. As Nicole Sanders puts the Television Championship on the line against The Weatherman Jackson Burnside.

The bell sounds. Both men move from their corners circling one another. They lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Sanders tries her best to push Burnside back, but she stands her ground. Burnside walks Sanders back into the corner. The referee tries to get them out of the corner. Burnside pushes and shoves on Sanders. He shoves Sanders as he steps back away from the corner as Sanders leans against the turnbuckles. They circle one another. They lock back up. Burnside again walks Sanders into the corner. He leans up against her as the referee calls for a break from the corner. Sanders shoots out of the corner moving around into a rear waistlock. Burnside turns and clocks Sanders with a back elbow. Sanders falls to the mat grabbing at her face grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Jackson Burnside clocked Nicole Sanders with a back elbow sending her down grabbing at her face.

Logan Acker - Jackson Burnside was swinging for the fences with that back elbow.

Burnside jerks Sanders off the mat as he moves her back into the corner. They lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Sanders takes Burnside into a side headlock. Burnside sends her off. Sanders hits off the ropes. Burnside comes back at Sanders, taking her down with a shoulder block. Sanders slams hard off the mat. Burnside grabs Sanders around her head and runs her, pushes her into the ropes and through the middle rope out to the floor.

Cliff Morris - Jackson Burnside runs Nicole Sanders over like an out of control train wow!

Sanders gets up off the floor slowly. She rolls back into the ring. Burnside grabs Sanders by her wrist, jerking her up to her feet. He leans over lifting Sanders high off the mat over his head. Burnside throws her out onto the mat with a front press slam. Sanders rolls into the ropes grabbing at her stomach grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Nicole Sanderse laying on the mat riving in pain!

Logan Acker - Nicole Sanders needs to do something or this could be over!

Sanders gets up slowly off the mat. Burnside kicks her with a hard kick that stuns Sanders. Burnside grabs her into a front facelock. Burnside lifts her up, but Sanders begins hitting him repeatedly in the side with repeated punches. Burnside clocks Sanders across her back with a pair of clubbing shots. He jerks Sanders back around into the front facelock. Burnside jerks her up and throws her with a front suplex into the mat.

Cliff Morris - Jackson Burnside throws Nicole Sanders with a front suplex throwing her hard into the mat!

Burnside walks over jerking Sanders up off the mat. He grabs her around her wrist, sending her into the ropes. Sanders hits off the ropes, Burnside goes for a clothesline, Sanders ducks under. Sanders hits Burnside with a dropkick to his leg taking him down to his knees. Sanders runs off the ropes hitting him with a running knee to the face. Sanders stands next to the stunned Burnside and hits him with another dropkick to his leg. Burnside rolls over on the mat grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Nicole Sanders needs to stay on the attack!

Logan Acker - This is Nicole Sanders opening she needs to stay on the attack!

Sanders walks over grabbing Burnside by his leg jerking him around, placing his leg across the bottom rope. Sanders stands over his leg, jumps up landing down onto his leg with a jumping knee. Sanders jumps up again and lands back down onto Burnside’s leg.

Cliff Morris - Nicole Sanders targeting Jackson Burnside’s leg, evening things up taking him down to size!

Sanders slides under the bottom rope jerking Burnside with his leg. She takes Burnside down to the floor with a single leg takedown. Sanders places Burnside’s leg across the ring step stretching it out. The referee calls for them to get back into the ring. Sanders goes up on the ring apron. She leaps off the ring apron landing down onto Burnside’s leg. Burnside rolls over grabbing at his leg screaming in pain. Sanders goes back up onto the ring steps. She leaps off landing down onto his legs. The referee calls for them to get back into the ring.

Sanders goes to grab Burnside’s leg. He blocks her and clocks her with a right hand that sends her falling into the guardrail. The referee calls for the bell.

Cliff Morris - The referee has had enough he has called for the bell!!

Burnside gets up and starts clubbing Sanders. The referee calls for them to break it up. Security and referee’s run down and pull Burnside and Sanders back. They’re trying to get at one another.

Emily Lyle - This match has been ruled a Double Count Out!!!

Burnside and Sanders try to get free from one another as they pull trying to get at one another. As the referee’s and security hold them back.

The show cuts to a break.

We cut to the locker room to see the newest UWL superstar Tony Rios standing in the locker room. Abby Jacobs walks into the scene holding a microphone that she holds towards Tony.

Abby Jacobs: Hello, I am here with the newest superstar in the UWL right now Tony Rios. You had a big victory last week, how are you feeling right now?

Tony Rios: I feel pretty good right now. Kingsley Bennett is just a small step in my career here in the UWL, but ultimately I did defeat him and I must say he brought the competition which I would not expect any less from a former olympian and that is what I am looking for here in the UWL the spirit of competition.

Abby Jacobs: Well this week you will be facing against Anastasia Kavaliauskiené. What do you think about having to face her.

Tony Rios: I am not familiar with her really as I am with some of the other wrestlers here especially the ones that I saw wrestle last week. However, I would hope that she will bring the competition to me as that ultimately is what I am looking for here. Considering she has been here longer then I have I would figure she would be motivated to beat me. However, being the confident person I am I just don't think she will be able to beat me. 

Abby Jacobs: Did you know that Anastasia Kavaliauskiené has had some impressive victories here in the UWL?

Tony Rios: I am sure she has had some big wins here. If not why else would I be facing her otherwise this would simply just be considered a warm up match. So no worries Abby, I will not be taking her challenge lightly. I will prepare for her challenge just like I would anyone elses.

Abby Jacobs: Well good luck tonight and thanks so much for the time.

Tony Rios: Thanks, but I don't need to be wished good luck.

Abby Jacobs: Are you sure about that

Tony Rios: Yes I am completely sure.

Abby Jacobs: Thanks for your time Tony hopefully you won't need any luck tonight in your match.

The scene fades and goes to black as Tony walks out of the camera view.

Cyrus Rinaldi is sitting in a dark room backstage on a stool. He's in his ring gear with the TWN Championship resting on his shoulder. He's perspiring, as if the thoughts inside of him are making him break out in a sweat. He's more ornery than usual.

Cyrus Rinaldi: The reason I wasn’t at the last Eruption is because I went on vacation. I haven’t been able to go on vacation the last 20 years because I couldn’t afford to. I didn’t have the money and I needed to work.

Now, I’m making good money with UWL or whatever the hell we’re calling this place this week. I’m the TWN Champion.

He looks to someone off-camera.

Cyrus Rinaldi: Is it still called the TWN Championship or did we change that acronym, too? It’s still TWN? Good.

Anyway, I went to Portugal for 10 days. I toured Lisbon, went to the beaches of Algarve, ate some great food, met some beautiful women. It was definitely a trip worth waiting 20 years for.

But the thing about vacations is that as soon as they’re over and you’re home, you have to deal with all the bullshit of the real world again.

And I'm no different.

When I got in the taxi on the way home from the airport, I watched a little video on my phone. It was our dear World Heavyweight Champion, The #2 Daron Smythe, cutting a promo at the last Eruption; and in that promo he said that I was trying to “copy” his road to the World Heavyweight Championship. Well, #2…

He snickers before shooting to his feet and exploding.

Cyrus Rinaldi: IF I WANTED TO BE LIKE YOU, I WOULD HAVE TAKEN A 10-YEAR BREAK FROM WRESTLING AFTER BEING HOODWINKED BY SOME GREASY PROMOTOR’S SLUT OF A DAUGHTER AND THEN SUCKED WHATEVER D--- YOU SUCKED TO JUST WALTZ INTO A PROMOTION LIKE UWL AFTER BEING OFF THE WRESTLING MAP FOR YEARS!

He calms down slightly but is still intense.

Cyrus Rinaldi: Understand this, S--- for Brains. The last person on Earth that I would ever want to be like is you. I had my struggles. I had my setbacks.

Guess what I didn’t do when I came to a bump in the road.

Quit!

I kept grinding and pushing my way past each and every obstacle that was put in front of me. I didn’t run away from my problems. I didn’t run away from this sport and this business. I kept at it because I had a goal, and that goal was to be the best wrestler in the world.

People can call me an asshole because I say a lot of mean things and I hurt a lot of people’s feelings, but there is one thing you can’t say about me. You can’t call me a quitter. You can be like Blade and call me out for being a cheater, but that’s fine. I’d rather be known as a cheater than a quitter because at least I’ve cheated to get ahead rather than hide in the shadows and be content with letting time pass me by.

And speaking of you, Blade, just understand that I’m the captain of our little team tonight, so just stay out of my way and let The Champ take care of things.

Now, Daron, you may think that you’re smarter than me because you didn’t have to work as hard as me to get to where you are. Maybe you’re right; and that right there is what pisses me off about you, and that’s what makes me want to take the World Heavyweight Championship from you. I’m glad you beat Walker two weeks ago. I didn’t want to win the title from her. I’m glad you won the Ladder Match at Battlestar. I didn’t want to win the title from Burnside or Chevelle or Danielson.

I want to win it from you. I want to correct a wrong done in this sport. I want to show the world that a guy like me is more deserving of the title World Heavyweight Champion than some guy who takes a long sabbatical because something tripped him up.

I was happy it was you that I had to beat to become the TWN Champion. I thought I had corrected the wrong. Then, just like you wormed your way into UWL after being gone for so long, you wormed your way back into the World Heavyweight Title picture and you got the gold around your waist again.

Well, at Under Pressure, you’re going to feel the pressure- the pressure to prove yourself against me. That’s right. I’ve got nothing to prove to you. I’ve already proven that I’m a better wrestler and better man than you. The way I see it, my victory in this match is just a formality. You, on the other hand, have a lot to prove. I don’t see you as a man. I don’t see you as a wrestler. I see you as someone who stuck his tail between his legs for a decade because you got cuckolded by some skanky whore who said she was carrying your fake baby.

You want to prove me wrong? September 7 is your day to do that.

But you won’t.

Because you can’t.

Because I’m better than you.

I always have been.

And I always will be.

You just remember that the next time you want to go off about who's trying to copy who.

He walks off-camera.

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 and this is a Proving Ground Match!

The bell sounds, Walker runs at Poverly Puppy nailing her with sharp punches, which staggers Poverly back into the ropes. Walker pulls Poverly around sending her into the ropes, she runs off the ropes back at Walker, she ducks under a clothesline attempt. Poverly runs into the ropes, she runs back at Walker nailing her with a leg lariat. Poverly rises to her feet, as Walker rises up off the mat, Poverly nails her with a jumping back kick. Poverly looks at the crowd giving a little roar, which drives the crowd wild. Poverly raises her arms up, as she goes to hit Walker, she nails Poverly in her stomach with a hard shot. Walker grabs Poverly whipping her over onto the mat with a hair-whip. Walker runs into the ropes, she runs back off nailing Poverly with a double kick to the face. Walker covers her.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Walker rises up off the mat pulling Poverly up off the mat by her hair. She grabs her around her head into a front facelock. Walker lifts her up and down with a snap suplex. She pulls her off the mat sending Poverly into the corner. Walker runs in at her, but Poverly dodges out of the way, as Walker slams into the turnbuckles. Walker staggers around out of the corner, Poverly grabs her slamming her into the mat with a STO. Poverly rises up off the mat, as she stands over Walker.

Cliff Morris - Rylee Poverly needs to stay on the attack!

Logan Acker - This is a huge opening and needs to stay on the attack!

As Poverly goes to step out to the ring apron. Walker grabs a chair, she slides back into the ring, as Poverly moves back into the ring.

Cliff Morris - This is getting out of hand!

Logan Acker - You can say that again!

Walker goes to hit Poverly, but she ducks out of the way, as Walker slams the chair off the ropes, it comes back nailing Walker in the face, she drops the chair, as Poverly pulls her over into a quick Roll Up. The referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out!

They both return to their feet. Walker jerks Poverly’s arm. She grabs her and works her down and locks on the Dismantle (Fujiwara Armbar). She locks it on, the referee calls for a break as Poverly passes out from the pain.

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

The show cuts to a break.