Under Pressure 9-7-24

She had her title on her shoulder as she walked. She smirks, as she is stopped by a female fan. The fan has a sign with Nicole's name on it. Nicole looks at the girl, and the sign, smiling.

Nicole: Nice sign you got there...you ready to watch me retain my title tonight?

The fan nods her head.

Fan: I am. You have been an inspiration for me since you started. You showed everyone that you are more than just eye candy, more than being Cory Chevelle's girlfriend.

Nicole: It's an honor to be an inspiration for you. I will make sure I win tonight and retain my title. You know I will do everything in my power to do that.

Fan: I do. It has been seen after how you won it, plus at Eruption. You showed Jackson that you had no fear of him.

Nicole laughs lightly.

Nicole: No reason to have any fear of him or anyone. There are always ways to take them down, to beat them. With Tony Rios in the match, I know it will be tougher, but I will overcome them. There's not much they will be able to do to beat me. I will be on my A game.

Fan: I can't wait to watch.

Nicole: I hope you enjoy it. Here let me see your sign.

The fan hands her sign over to Nicole. Nicole quickly signs it, handing it back. The fan smiled widely as she was happy she got it. She hugs Nicole before breaking it.

Fan: Thank you, Nicole. Good lick out there.

Nicole: Thanks.

Nicole walks away, heading inside.

Cliff Morris: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, UWL Under Pressure has been one of the greatest events in the company's history!

Logan Acker: And tonight, in our main event, #1 Daron Smythe defends his UWL World Championship against possibly his greatest challenger yet, Cyrus Rinaldi.

Cliff Morris: We have been told that there is a video that has been sent to the UWL Production Truck and some words from Daron Smythe. Right now, let's go to that video...

The narration begins...

I have a love/hate relationship with Wheeling Hill.

At the top is the best possible lookout over the city of Wheeling. The Mount Wood Overlook has what has become known as “The Wheeling Castle”, a hundred-year old incomplete castle that has been taken over by graffiti artists over the years. When I was younger, people bemoaned the graffiti and wanted it covered and the Castle to be finished. As tastes in art changed, it has become one of the landmarks for the city, a blend of older construction and modern art. In high school, we used to come up here and drink, ducking down if we thought we saw police headlights. Now, when I come back to visit, I look out over the city that raised me. The city that still defines me.

Right now, I’m about 500 feet up on the Warwood side of this god damned hill. Running up this thing is torture. I had to walk up this thing for a week in middle school. Danny Nice picked a fight with me on the bus, punched me three times. I punched him right between the eyes and knocked him out. We both got the same punishment, one week off the bus. With a single mother working two jobs, I had no choice. So I walked up and down this hill just to make it to school. It’s no “back in my day we walked both ways uphill, barefoot in the snow”, no, that shit was real.

I know this sucks, just like I know the match with Cyrus Rinaldi will suck at Under Pressure. The first time I had this title, I had no idea what it would take to keep it. This time, I’m more than aware. This match is going to suck. This match is going to hurt. Either way, I better make damn sure to prepare myself and this hill is just the start of my morning.

I’m not a political guy and I don’t know what’s causing it, but we had a record high of 90 today and I felt every damn degree while running up this hill. The one thing I’m really, really good at when something sucks, is disassociating from it. It probably stems from…

1985

My father and my mother loved each other but if we are being honest, their personalities never really mixed. Both of them were stubborn as hell. When things were good, they were great. When things were bad…watch out. Later in life my father was able to work his way all the way up the chain at Travel Centers of America, formerly Truck Stops of America. My dad started as a simple line cook there, then head cook, then head of the kitchen, then head of the store, then head of the site, then a general manager, then regional manager. All of this without even graduating high school. Wheeling High School closed in 1975 - then Wheeling, Triadelphia, and Warwood High all consolidated into the brand new Wheeling Park High School. Lost in the transition were many of the previous records. My father claimed he graduated there, but he dropped out his senior year and never looked back. Thankfully for him, there was no Wheeling High to call and verify this fact.

Well before he reached the top of the ladder, he started as a line cook at then-West Liberty State College, just outside of Wheeling. I was just born and my mother was working her way up in the financial world, well before you needed a degree to progress. That woman worked her way up from a simple financial clerk to head of Accounts Payable, to a staff accountant, all with only her high school diploma. My dad was trying to get his shit together, a new father, no high school degree and he was trying to do the right thing - until his wandering eye found a Dental Hygiene student at the college. She was young and impressionable and my dad was charming and slightly older.

My first memory isn’t a pleasant one. A chair, thrown at a very high speed, directly into the wall, aiming for my mother but was about twelve inches from killing a then-two year old me. I’m sure my mom had some inkling that something was going on, but when she found strange underwear in her car and I, at only two, was able to identify who they belonged to, she had caught him red handed. A likely combination of alcohol and drugs sent my dad into a frenzy, knowing he was caught but vehemently denying the accusation. That’s when the chair flew across the room, not close to the intended target, but less than two feet from his baby boy. My mother, typically meek and submissive to my father, suddenly filled with her own rage, pulled herself up to her feet, pointed towards the door and told my father to “GET THE F**K OUT!”

Flash forward to the present…

I’m about halfway up this thing and while it’s a slog, I’m making progress, I’m starting to find my rhythm though. Allowing my thoughts to drift away seems to help…

1987

My very brave mother takes a very rambunctious young Daron Smythe to his first professional wrestling show. I wasn’t quite sure of the date of this show until I was an adult. Thanks to the power of the internet, I know it was August 30th, 1987. I really don’t know what prompted mom to take me to this event. She was probably enjoying the muscled up meatheads doing battle. Me? It was like seeing superheroes in real life. We sat in the second row ringside and I can vividly remember the first one that caught my eye - the then-Dingo Warrior. He wasn’t the Ultimate Warrior yet, but the music, the intensity, the character, were all there. He destroyed a feeble Barry Horowitz in seconds and then like a whirlwind was gone again. The show continued like that - Randy Savage taking on the mighty Hercules, The Hart Foundation against The Killer Bees, Jake “The Snake” Roberts against The Honky Tonk Man for the Intercontinental Championship. A title match, in my hometown?! I didn’t know any of these superstars before the show but I was immediately hooked.

1989

In something I still don’t understand, the World Wrestling Federation came to my hometown of Wheeling, a little city between Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Columbus, Ohio, SIX times that year. My poor mother, bless her heart, bought tickets for me every time. We saw a lot. We saw John Tenta debut as Earthquake, turning on that same Ultimate Warrior I had fell in love with two years ago to aid the dastardly Dino Bravo, we saw Demolition beat the Brain Busters for the tag team titles, we saw the Brother Love show, we saw Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage in a steel cage. My mom was doing well with her work, not needing a penny from my father, who himself was struggling to make ends meet, and unable to really support her financially. That was the year the economy took a dump - and hit twice as hard in an old steel town with no progressive answers. My mom was suddenly laid off from that cushy job in finance and to say we struggled would be an understatement.

Back to reality...

I’m almost to the top and I pass Tank Field, the field I grew up playing Little League Baseball on. I remember having to clean up that field ourselves, dads dragging a piece of fence by a trailer hitch, all the teams picking rocks out of the outfield and repairing the outfield fence by hand. I had a lot of good memories at that place…

1996

To say my mom is a fighter is an understatement. Despite having no financial support, she went to college while raising that same precocious boy that fell in love with professional wrestling and I helped her study along the way. I’ve retained a lot of those random medical terms by helping her study. I probably learned Algebra four years early working right alongside her at our kitchen table at the small, single wide trailer we called home. It was small, but we kept it as nice as we possibly could. One bedroom and my mother, being both kind and stubborn, insisted I take that bedroom. She slept on a broken and busted up couch for far too long. I made her a promise that I would buy her a king sized bed one day and I can say that I’ve done that and much more - that bed, the house, the car, her bills - they’re on me now.

As little as we had, we had it all. My love for wrestling continued on, even through the rough years of 1992-1995 but I can remember vividly in 1996, as the tide started turning, I was watching wrestling on a Saturday night as I usually did - the WWF had a late night show, followed by WCW Worldwide. When that was over? What is this? Extreme Championship Wrestling? Holy shit, this is the craziest thing I have ever seen! I watched Shane Douglas win the Television title - the same guy I just saw teaming with Ricky Steamboat a couple of years ago? And 2 Cold Scorpio?! Damn, this is the coolest show I have ever seen.

It was 1 AM and even though I should have been dead tired, my adrenaline was rushing through my body about what I had watched - the craziest pro wrestling show I have ever seen. I didn’t change the channel and then I saw it…

Pro Wrestling eXpress.

The name was so silly, but PWX was the first independent wrestling I had ever seen, and no less it was on television! This Pittsburgh based company was running their events out of a dead mall in a suburb of Pittsburgh at a time when Pittsburgh, really only about 60 miles from Wheeling, seemed like a lifetime away. Was there really a chance that I would ever be a professional wrestler? Me? This wrestling group, despite feeling like an ocean away, could be my shot to really become a professional wrestler.

Ah, I’m almost out of water…

I take a small sip, just to whet my whistle, and I pass that Mount Wood Overlook. It used to be a bus stop for my bus route in middle school and while I walked up that hill for that week, those kids on the bus laughed at me as they saw me walking to school. All because I defended myself from some dirtbag kid who just wanted to fight someone because they didn’t give a shit about anything.

2001

Be careful what you wish for, right? Here I am, 18 years old, spending all of my free time in this sweatbox promoter Jim Miller tried to call, The Sportatorium, in homage to the legendary Dallas venue of the Von Erichs and Freebirds. That ring was so loud and we hit time and time again, ran the ropes so often our backs bled. I hadn’t been cussed out so much since I played football for Chuck Jerrome, who called us every awful name in the book and wasn’t even a good football coach. There’s a special place in hell for that guy. I digress…

I was an eighteen year old kid with zero understanding about the professional wrestling world or the world in general. Luckily for me, I had a full academic scholarship to the now West Liberty University, ironically the same place where my dad met the women and began the affair that ended their marriage…

It’s all gone now, I’ve taken the last sip…

I toss that water bottle to the side, saying sorry to no one, probably going to come back and pick it up when I drive by in my car, but throwing it was therapeutic, an angry response to running up this god forsaken hill. I’m almost to the top now…I just have to push through.

2012

I spent my first five years in the wrestling business with one toe in and one toe out, as I finished my undergrad like I promised my mom I would. In 2006, I hit the ground running, wrestling on as many as three or four events a weekend. I poured myself into the wrestling business, but it wasn’t easy.

2008 almost killed me. John Laurenitis took over as the head of talent relations and suddenly the WWE didn’t want anyone under 6’5” on their roster. They wanted dummies with zero wrestling experience, not people like me who were grinding on the indies. So I kept going…

…eventually, I started helping out with the wrestling training at PWX. Eventually, after a lot of long nights working with Jim and his whole family, including his oldest daughter, Rochelle, I was brought on to the marketing and promotions team. This company, nearly dead in the water a few years ago, was turning a profit and actually gaining sponsorships and multiple events a month.

2012 seemed like a turning point. The WWE structure changed and NXT turned from a reality show to a developmental brand. A brand looking for fresh talent as the company shifted from only wanting brand new, inexperienced athletes, to finally taking a look at the indies. I got in the best shape of my goddamn life and I flew myself to Florida.

Training in that sweatbox helped me - I blew everyone away in those conditioning drills. I worked circles around their contracted talent. I did it confidently but respectfully. I received handshakes and congratulations and even hugs from a lot of the wrestlers and staff.

I went home and waited for a phone call that never came.

At first, I just figured it was because there was a lot of talent at that tryout and things don’t always move quickly, but days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months.

Things changed at home - working late nights with Rochelle on events turned from a business relationship to a personal relationship. Jim didn’t seem thrilled that his daughter was dating a wrestler, but eventually saw the value in having his right hand man, top star, head trainer, and matchmaker in the family.

Then, we find out Rochelle is pregnant.

Now, you’ve got the whole story, and as much as I love professional wrestling, I made a promise to myself right at that moment, that I would never, EVER be like my father. I would always be there for my children. I would always be there for my wife.

So, I interviewed for a teaching job in McKeesport. I resolved that I would help run Rochelle’s family business, teach during the day and help out with the wrestling at night.

Was it my original dream? No. Was it a dream for me? Hell yes.

Imagine my dismay when I found out that the WWE had called Jim asking for me - Jim told them I wasn’t interested and gave them a wrong number for me. When I “ignored” them, they blackballed me, removed me from their signing list. I tried to call a few months later and I couldn’t get a call back. There was a deal on the table for me but that would mean that Jim would lose his meal ticket.

I did take that teaching job and Rochelle assured me that it was okay if I didn’t go to any of the baby appointments. Little did I know that there weren’t any baby appointments because there was no baby.

I can remember finding out both of these things at the same time, minutes before our PWX event was to start, and for a moment, I just sat there, despondent. I had no idea what to do, I was just a void of emptiness sitting there, thinking about all the life choices that had led me to this moment. And all at once I knew exactly what to do with crystal clarity.

I walked out to that ring to cut a promo and it was supposed to be to build up that night’s title defense, but I never cut that promo. I quit the company, threw down the belt, and left the building. I didn’t even get my stuff from our place. I just drove home, home to Wheeling. I took a local teaching job for way less money.

So there, Cyrus, that’s where I was for ten years. Teaching in my hometown. Moving on from professional wrestling and trying to make something of myself. I had given all of myself to something - both a business and a potential family and it bit me in the ass. So, I ran.

I never stopped wanting to be a part of the wrestling business but to be truthful, it hurt too goddamn much to even think about coming back. For a while, it was easier to hide.

I never stopped working out. I never stopped keeping myself ready for the day I may come back. Even if it never said it out loud, I wanted to get that call again.

When Jay Jefferson called, offering me that UWL deal, I jumped on it.

One year later, I was World Champion.

Maybe that’s why you’re angry, Cyrus? I was out of the game for an entire decade and I came back and didn’t miss a step. You? You’ve been toiling on the indies for the same amount of time and couldn’t afford a damn vacation UNTIL you signed with the company that I have carried on my back for two years. You’re welcome.

Tonight, I will end this between you and I. Tonight, I do it for that little boy that will be awed in the second row and one day be a professional wrestler. Tonight, I do it for that overwhelmed mother who brings her child to a professional wrestling event. Tonight, I do it for all the men and women who selflessly helped me along the way. I could never thank them enough, some of them are gone now, but I work every day to pay it forward.

Tonight, I do it because I am the best professional wrestler walking the planet today. Tonight, I do it because the UWL is the company I proudly put on my back and wave the flag for every single day.

Tonight, I do it because my destiny is to STILL be the UWL World Champion and there is no variable, because THE TIME IS NOW!

Scene quickly cuts to black...

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



Emily Lyle - The following contest is a two out of three falls contest 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.



Cliff Morris - We're ready for two out of three falls for the Heritage Championship, as Billy Danielson puts the Heritage Championship on the line against Blade LaVigne.

They lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Danielson backs LaVigne back against the ropes, the referee checks on the hold. Danielson steps back, moving back away from LaVigne. They lock up, LaVigne swings around taking Danielson into a rear waistlock. Danielson breaks out of the hold taking LaVigne around into a wristlock. LaVigne reverses out of the hold taking Danielson into a wristlock. He twists his arm around, Danielson stands grimacing in pain. Danielson reverses the wristlock. LaVigne reverses it back, reaching across and nailing Danielson with a forearm strike, which stuns Danielson.

Cliff Morris - Billy Danielson is rocked by a hard forearm strike!

Logan Acker - That forearm strike landed flush in the jaw of Billy Danielson!

Danielson sits on one knee checking his jaw, he rises up. They circle around one another slowly moving back into a collar and elbow tie up. LaVigne gains the advantage pushing Danielson back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break. LaVigne grabs Danielson’s arm in the ropes. The referee calls for a break. LaVigne steps back as does Danielson.

Cliff Morris - We get a clean break.

Logan Acker - I will admit that surprises me.

They circle around one another once more. They go to lock up, LaVigne kicks Danielson in his stomach. LaVigne comes back with a pair of repeated kicks to Danielson’s stomach, doubling him over grimacing in pain. Danielson comes back up, LaVigne goes to grab him, Danielson ducks back into the corner, the referee backs LaVigne up.

Cliff Morris - These two are not holding anything back.

Logan Acker - You can say that again.

Danielson moves from the corner. They go to lock up, LaVigne pushes Danielson back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break. LaVigne nails Danielson with a punch, then a chop across his chest. Danielson comes back with a forearm strike, which stuns LaVigne. LaVigne comes back with a punch, chop combo. Danielson counters back with another forearm strike.

Cliff Morris - Billy Danielson cut off the barrage of the onslaught from Blade LaVigne.

LaVigne staggers back into the ropes. He bounces off running back at Danielson hitting him with a clothesline, which staggers him back into the ropes. Danielson comes off nailing LaVigne with a big boot which staggers him. LaVigne bounces back up, nailing Danielson with a punch which knocks him down. Danielson bounces back up clocking LaVigne with a roaring elbow which sends him down. LaVigne crawls into the corner grabbing at his jaw riving in pain.

Cliff Morris - Blade LaVigne backs into the corner to get out of dodge.

LaVigne rises up from the corner. Danielson quickly grabs him slamming his face into the top turnbuckle. He pulls LaVigne around hitting him with a pair of forearm strikes. Danielson runs back off the ropes running back at LaVigne nailing him with a running clothesline. Danielson stands near LaVigne, he rises up to his feet. Danielson jumps up, nailing him with an enziguri. Danielson rises up quickly, LaVigne stumbles to his feet. Danielson nails him with a kick which sends him into the ropes out to the floor.

Cliff Morris - Out goes Blade LaVigne to the floor.

Logan Acker - If this goes out to the floor this will get ugly.

Danielson steps out to the ring apron. He stands on the ring apron. LaVigne rises up slowly, Danielson leaps off the ring apron planting LaVigne into the floor with a bulldog. Danielson rises up off the floor. He pulls LaVigne up, pushing him back into the ring. Danielson slides in behind him. He pulls LaVigne up, hitting him with repeated forearm strikes to his face and mouth. Danielson grabs LaVigne, lifting him up and down with a suplex.

Cliff Morris - Up and down goes Blade LaVigne at the hands of Billy Danielson and a textbook suplex.

Danielson runs at LaVigne, he catches Danielson with a knee to the stomach which sends Danielson over onto the mat. Danielson rolls out to the floor. Danielson lays on the floor, the referee goes out to check on him. Danielson rises up moving back to the ring apron. LaVigne catches Danielson with a pair of punches, which almost knock him off the ring apron. LaVigne runs across the ring off the ropes running at Danielson on the ring apron hitting him with a running clothesline knocking him off the ring apron back onto the floor.

Cliff Morris - Down he goes!

Logan Acker - That was a hard spill!

LaVigne goes out to the floor. He pulls Danielson up off the floor. He grabs him around his wrist sending him hard into the guardrail. Danielson lays against the guardrail. LaVigne runs at him hitting him with a running kick which sends him over the guardrail into the first row.

Cliff Morris - Into the front row of fans goes Billy Danielson!

LaVigne returns to the ring. Danielson slowly pulls himself up and over the guardrail back toward the ring. Danielson looks shaken up. Danielson moves toward the ring, he slides back into the ring. LaVigne nails Danielson with a punch, followed by a chop. Danielson staggers into the ropes. LaVigne pulls him off the ropes. He leans him over, nailing him with repeated kicks landing flush into his face.

Cliff Morris - Those kicks hurt just looking at them!

LaVigne pulls his hand back nailing Danielson upside his head with a punch which knocks him to the mat. LaVigne goes into the corner moving up onto the second rope. LaVigne leaps off landing down onto Danielson with an elbow drop across his chest. LaVigne turns grabbing at his elbow grimacing from the impact. LaVigne pulls Danielson up grabbing him around his head into a front facelock. LaVigne lifts him up for a suplex, Danielson floats over behind LaVigne. LaVigne turns quickly, nailing Danielson with a back elbow, knocking him back into the corner.

Cliff Morris - These two are throwing live rounds at one another!

LaVigne grabs Danielson around his waist into a rear waistlock. LaVigne gets Danielson up for a German suplex. Danielson turns hitting LaVigne with back elbows. LaVigne blocks Danielson in the back of his head with a elbow strike. LaVigne grabs him again throws Danielson for a release German suplex, Danielson rolls through pulling back up to his feet. He runs at LaVigne clocking him with a running forearm strike knocking LaVigne down. LaVigne comes back up going for a standing dropkick, Danielson leans back dodging out of the way, LaVigne falls hard to the mat.

Cliff Morris - Blade LaVigne goes down hard!

LaVigne rises up slowly off the mat. Danielson punches him with a hard punch, LaVigne staggers. Danielson spins around nailing LaVigne with a Running Knee Strike. Danielson covers him.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of the first fall, Billy Danielson!!

Danielson pulls LaVigne up off the mat. He slaps him across his face. Danielson sends LaVigne off into the ropes. LaVigne runs off the ropes, Danielson grabs him up into his arms throwing him with a capture suplex. Danielson turns grabbing LaVigne up off the mat. He grabs him around his head, lifting him up and planting him down with a suplex. Danielson rises up to his feet stepping out to the ring apron. He makes his way up to the top rope. Danielson leaps off landing down across LaVigne with a back elbow. Danielson turns, covering him.

1..

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.. Kick out!

Danielson rises to his feet pulling LaVigne up with him. He sends him off into the ropes. Danielson follows in after him, LaVigne catches Danielson dropping his neck down across the top rope with a stun gun. Danielson staggers back, LaVigne takes him down with a Running Big Boot. LaVigne covers him.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of the second fall, Blade LaVigne!!

They both roll away from one another. Danielson sits on his knees. He rises up, dropping down across LaVigne’ back with a clubbing shot. Danielson pulls LaVigne up to his feet sending him off into the ropes, LaVigne runs off the ropes, Danielson jumps up taking him down with a dropkick. LaVigne stumbles back up, Danielson grabs him around his head, lifting him up, planting him down with a DDT. Danielson pushes LaVigne over covering him.

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.. Kick out!

Danielson rolls out to the ring apron. Danielson rises up making his way up to the top rope. Danielson jumps off for a guillotine leg drop, LaVigne rolls out of the way, Danielson crashes down into the mat. Danielson sits on the mat grimacing in pain. LaVigne rises up, he runs at Danielson hitting him with a running knee to the face. LaVigne pulls Danielson up off the mat, he runs at him nailing him with a Lariat. LaVigne covers him.

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.. Kick out!

LaVigne grabs Danielson sending him into the corner. LaVigne runs in at him, Danielson dodges out of the way. LaVigne turns, Danielson goes for a lariat, LaVigne ducks under. LaVigne nails him with an enziguri to the back of his head. He grabs Danielson, taking him over into a Small Package.

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.. Kick out!

They both slowly rise to their feet. LaVigne nails Danielson with a clothesline, he falls back against the ropes. LaVigne pulls Danielson off the ropes. LaVigne leans Danielson over, he lifts him up, but Danielson blocks it. He flips LaVigne over with a back body drop, LaVigne holds on and Danielson falls back onto LaVigne. The referee counts.

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LaVigne bridges up. He turns and takes Danielson over with a backslide.

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.. Kick out!

Both men rise to their feet. Danielson goes for a clothesline, LaVigne ducks under the clothesline attempt. Danielson turns, LaVigne nails him with a big boot that sends him down to the mat. LaVigne goes to the corner. Danielson comes behind him and nail him with a pair of forearm strikes to the back of his head. Danielson grabs him up and drops him down with the Franchise. He covers him, the referee counts.

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Emily Lyle - The winner of the third fall and STILL!!! UWL Heritage Champion Billy Danielson!!!

Danielson throws the Heritage Championship belt over his shoulder catching his breath.

The show cuts to a break.

Ace Sky: This run has been awesome. I’m really happy with what we’ve been able to do since teaming up again.
We have taken our careers to new heights.
We are truly, pardon the pun on the rise as ace’s of this tag team division!

Nick looks at the tag championship for a moment and speaks

Nick Danger: You are right about that one Ace Sky. But we have to be ready for tonight. Because we face Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK. For the tag team titles. I’m excited but also nervous at the same time.

Ace Sky: Hey I’d be nervous if you weren’t nervous.
Anybody who goes out at our level without nerves is in the wrong line of work, because that just shows a lack of caring, a lack of passion. We are the rising Aces, we are the best tag team here and we’ve got the gold to show it!

Nick shakes off the nerves he once had has a determined look on his face and speaks

Nick Danger: You are right Ace but we have to work together and be ready for anything.Plus they never had any experience as a tag team before. So we have the advantage going into this tag team match. We have to do this together and retain the titles. Plus I think we can win tag team titles outside of UWL.

Ace Sky: We have to think about that Nick. But right now let’s go and retain these titles. Let's show them what it means to be Under Pressure. Because we won't fall under the pressure.

Nick holds the tag title in the air for a moment then both “The Rising Aces” leave the locker room heading to their tag team match.