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UWL Eruption 10-19-24 Oct 21, 2024 14:17:14 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Oct 21, 2024 14:17:14 GMT -5

The scene opens with Absolution, Garlan Brown and Silas Adler, standing stoically and seriously . They appear to have something on their minds. Brown exhales an exasperated sigh as he shakes his head.

Garland Brown: "Let's get right to the chase. We've done everything we set out to do in the tag team division here in UWL. Now we're back because we've heard that soon we'll see the introduction of the UWL North American Tag Team Title".

Silas Adler: "That's right up our alley. Absolution is all about kicking tail and taking names. This is the chance for us to prove we're as bad as we say we are. This is our chance to prove that when you think of tag team wrestling in UWL you'll think of Absolution".

Garlan Brown: "We don't have to hide from anyone. We don't sit behind cameras and make idle threats".

Silas Adler: "This is fair warning to all the teams that will put their names in line for a shot at the North American Tag Team Title. You'll have to run through us first".

Brown shakes his head as he looks at Adler who's rubbing his hands together.

The scene fades.

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2024 20:24:53 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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UWL Eruption 10-19-24 Oct 21, 2024 14:17:44 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Oct 21, 2024 14:17:44 GMT -5

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 went out and blue smoke appear on stage a voice woman saying a Storm laughs is coming A Storm is Coming hits when Latoya comes out in smoke and she walks out on stage and flexes her muscles and spread them and the lights turns back to normal and walks down the aisle .

Emily Lyle - From Vero Beach, California, weighing one hundred and sixty pounds, Latoya Hixx!!

Slaps a few UWL fans high fives and climbs on the steel steps and gets inside of the UWL ring and the lights dim once more and she flexes her muscles and climbs on the top rope and taunts her fans and gets down and waits for her match to begin.

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 aisleway. 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.

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

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

Cliff Morris - Latoya Hixx has been rising up the ladder of success here in UWL. Tonight she gets a shot at the Television Championship against The Weatherman Jackson Burnside.

The bell rings, and Burnside steps towards the center of the ring. Hixx rushes in, catching Burnside off guard with a hard dropkick to the chest. Burnside hits the mat, getting back to his feet quickly as Hixx fires a roundhouse kick to his temple, knocking Burnside sideways. Hixx wastes no leap, charging in and catching Burnside with a headscissors takedown. Burnside slides under the bottom rope and to the floor. He gets to his feet and shakes the cobwebs out of his head, as Hixx sizes him up from inside the ring. She runs and hits a flipping over the top rope, landing right on Burnside!

Cliff Morris - Latoya Hixx landing right on Jackson Burnside after a flip!

Logan Acker - This is starting to get out of control!

Hixx and Burnside both get back to their feet, and Hixx rolls back into the ring, Burnside close behind. She kicks away at him as he gets to his feet, and pushes him into the ropes. Hixx fires off two hard chops, before whipping Burnside across the ring. She rushes after and goes for a calf kick, but Burnside grabs a hold of the ropes, and Hixx crashes to the mat. Burnside's quick to hit a couple hard stomps on Hixx, pulling her roughly to her feet and tossing her into the corner. Burnside hits a couple hard rights, before whipping her across the ring, hard into the opposite corner. Hixx falls to the mat, and Burnside lays on the boots.

Cliff Morris - Latoya Hixx is in trouble after those vicious stomps!

Burnside pulls Hixx to her feet, and lifts her up for a slam. She's back to her feet and he drops her again with a slam to the mat. He pulls her up, whipping her into the ropes, catching Hixx with a big boot on the return. Burnside goes for the cover, the referee counts.

1...

2..

kick out!

Burnside and Hixx are back to their feet, and Burnside pulls Hixx up onto his shoulders, hitting her with a Samoan Drop. Burnside gets back to his feet and steps back, waiting for Hixx to get back to her feet. He charges in with a heavy big boot, but Hixx side steps it, catching Burnside with a drop toe hold. Hixx is quickly to her feet and on the apron, waiting for Burnside to get to his feet. She springboards off the top rope, catching Burnside with a beautiful crossbody. She hooks the leg for the pin, the referee counts.

1...

2..

kick out!

Hixx is quick to her feet, hitting Burnside with a couple kicks as he gets back to his. She grabs Burnside back by his hair hitting him with a hair pull backbreaker, before pushing Burnside into the corner. Hixx kicks Burnside hard in the chest with a dropkick, before hopping onto the top rope and dropping Burnside with a vicious DDT. She hops back to the top rope, arguing with the referee, leaping off with a missile dropkick. She connects, and covers him, the referee counts.

1...

2...

kick out!

Burnside and Hixx are back to their feet, and Hixx goes for a spinning heel kick, but Burnside steps out of the way. He's after Hixx, firing off a couple hard rights, before planting her with a clothesline. Burnside signals to the crowd, then waits for Hixx to rise. He whips her into the ropes, catching her with a hard Spinebuster on the rebound. Burnside gets back to his feet and waits for Hixx to rise, this time pulling her up and slamming her down hard to the mat with a Powerslam suplex. Burnside makes the cover, the referee counts.

1...

2.. Kick out!

Burnside jerks Hixx up. He leans her over setting her up for a Torture Rack, but she blocks it sliding out. She runs off the ropes. Burnside catchers her with a big boot that staggers her. He leans over lifting her back up into the Torture Rack. The referee calls for the bell.

Emily Lyle - The winner of this match and STILL!! UWL Television Champion The Weatherman Jackson Burnside!!!

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2024 20:34:28 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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UWL Eruption 10-19-24 Oct 21, 2024 14:17:52 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Oct 21, 2024 14:17:52 GMT -5

The Television Championship Match is moments away and the camera crew has caught Jackson Burnside on his way to the ring. The Weatherman looks ready to go with his entrance gear on over his ring gear. Harlan DuBois is walking half a pace behind him carrying the title belt for the Champ. He holds the belt respectfully in front of him, with the straps tucked back and the center plate facing out. Always a class act, that Harlan DuBois. The pair are discussing Tony Rios as they make their way through the building, and the conversation is heating up.

Jackson Burnside:
"I'm just saying, if you'd rather be his manager instead..."

Harlan DuBois:
"Mr. Burnside, you know that I am more than capable of juggling multiple balls. You can replace those balls with broken vodka bottles if you must, and through bloody hands and a dozen tiny cuts I'll make sure not a one of them shatters upon the floor."

Burnside stops and turns to Harlan.

Jackson Burnside:
"I dunno. You're savvy guy Harlan, and a Hell of a lot smarter than me brother. How do I know you aren't monkey branching?"

Harlan sighs and smiles. The thought of monkey branching is funny to him. He could mess with his client, a little payback for the gentle teasing earlier. In the end he decides not to, it wouldn't
be the professional option. He shifts the TV Championship from one hand to the other, and puts his free hand on his client's shoulder.

Harlan DuBois:
"First, I went through an inordinate amount of trouble to get your attention, Mr. Burnside. And second, and by this I mean no disrespect to Mr. Rios - because I like him and I see potential there... Would it...." He trails off, but is unable to think of a kinder way of saying what he wants to say. "Would it be monkey branching to go from Jackson Burnside to Anthony Rios? Come on."

Burnside nods his head and looks down. DuBois has him convinced; manager and client smile at each other and fail to notice Abby Joseph has come up behind them. She decides to wait and let the boys finish their moment. Burnside slaps Harlan on the arm and receives a reassuring shoulder-squeeze in return. They finally notice Abby standing there, and try to pretend she didn't just witness their intimate client-manager moment.

Jackson Burnside:
"I'll take it from here, why don't you head back and take care of business."

Harlan DuBois:
"Of course. Here you are then," he hands Burnside the Television Championship. The Weatherman takes the belt and puts it over his shoulder. "I expect to see you return backstage with that. Go out there and do what you do best, Mr. Burnside. I'd say good luck, but instead I'll go with a 'knock 'em dead.'" He nods politely at Abby. "Abigail."

Harlan exits, which leaves Burnside along for his interview.

Abby Joseph:
"Is he always so pleasant?" Burnside nods his head. Abby shrugs and clears her throat. "Jackson- Weatherman. Tonight you've got your first defense against Latoya Hixx. How are you feeling?"

Jackson Burnside:
"Brother I'm eager, I'm excited, and I'm ready. So ready in fact Abby dude, I think I know how this interview is gonna go. I wanna get out there right, so let the Weatherman do this bullet point style. Keep that mic up close, 'cause we don't wanna miss a single word."

Abby silently agrees to remain as she is. Burnside sighs, takes a centering breath, and begins to run down the interview.

Jackson Burnside:
"First of all brother I'm real, real excited. Ms. Hixx - that's the Storm right? Yeah, Ms. Storm. The Storm caught my eye the second it blew into UWL, and I'll be honest, I'm impressed. The Weatherman he see's you Latoya! I see a strong, beautiful Nubian queen who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. I bet that Storm there has rolled over countless men with all the beauty and power she can muster. And I wouldn't blame an average man for getting swept up in the Storm! See Latoya, Ms. Storm, brother the thing you gotta understand is I'm not just a man. I'm the Weatherman. So you're new around here dude, and you might not know what that means. See you're the Storm. You blow in and knock men and women off their feet with beauty, grace and athleticism. But see a weatherman - the Weatherman endures a storm.

You go back just a few months and things were lookin' bleak for the Weatherman. Dark skies, rain storms, cold wins and not sign of things improving. A regular man would lose it. A regular man would call it quits and go home to where it's warm and dry. Me I push on no matter what gets thrown my way. Just like Eric Draven said, 'it can't rain every day.' If need be I rip the skies open myself, and pull the sun out from behind the clouds. When you quit in this business you die, and this old Weatherman still has a lot left in the tank! You're askin, 'what's the point? Why is this man going on and on about the rain?' It's in your name Hixx! The Storm comes to Chattanooga for Jackson Burnside and the TV Title! But we're gonna do what we always do brother! Tonight the Weatherman beats back The Storm! And whether it's the power of a Mag-7 across your chest or the agony of the Rack, the Storm will abate and The Weatherman leaves Chattanoooga still UWL Television Champion."

Burnside puts his hand on the center plate and rubs it. He exhales and turns to Abby.

Jackson Burnside:
"Think I got it all."

Abby Joseph:
"Good luck tonight, Weatherman."

Burnside sucks his teeth and nods. He makes his way down the hall as we get closer to his title defense.

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2024 20:05:33 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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UWL Eruption 10-19-24 Oct 21, 2024 14:17:58 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Oct 21, 2024 14:17:58 GMT -5

Scene opens with Abby Jacobs standing backstage with a microphone, beside her is the UWL World Champion, #1 Daron Smythe, wearing his championship belt proudly over his shoulder. The atmosphere is tense, with the upcoming tag match looming over the conversation...

ABBY: "Good evening, UWL Universe! Abby Jacobs here, and I’m standing by with the UWL World Champion, the #1 himself, Daron Smythe. Daron, tonight on Eruption, you team up with Heritage Champion Billy Danielson to take on Bryan Ford and the man you’ll face at the 19th Anniversary show in an I Quit match, Cyrus Rinaldi. A lot of history, a lot of bad blood between you and Rinaldi... what’s your mindset going into tonight’s match?"

DARON: Smirking, adjusting the belt on his shoulder "Abby, my mindset is the same as it’s always been—focused and ready to show exactly why I’m the World Champion. You see, Cyrus Rinaldi likes to talk a lot. He’s been running his mouth about how he beat me in that Beat The Clock match and won the TWN Championship. He has been clinging on to that victory for months - for him, it was the greatest moment in his career. For me? It was just a Saturday. Like I said, I blame myself for the rise of Cyrus Rinaldi. Had I been on my game that night, had I not underestimated the depths he would stoop to to win the belt. But, what he fails to realize is while he used a chair in that match - I'm the guy who was willing to fireball Nick Danger in front of his family. I'm the guy who was willing to go toe to toe with Cory Chevelle after getting his ass kicked by The Silverback on a regular basis. I'm not afraid to stare down the mouth of the beast and I'm certainly not afraid of some loud mouth shit talker like Cyrus Rinaldi, even if he did pin my shoulders to the mat that night and even beat me in that tag team match."

ABBY: "Rinaldi did have that victory over you, but since then, you’ve called him out for not being able to reach the same heights you’ve achieved. And after last week’s confrontation, it seems like tensions between the two of you are at an all-time high."

DARON: Nods, his smirk fading as his tone becomes more serious "Tensions, Abby? Yeah, I’d say that’s putting it lightly. Cyrus has been poking the bear for a while now—whether it's calling me a 'quitter' because I stepped away from wrestling for nearly a decade, or trying to taunt me with fluke victories. But here’s the thing—while Rinaldi was wrestling in high school gyms, trying to make a name for himself in front of 50 people, I was already making waves on the national scene. I had offers on the table from TNA, from WWE, but thanks to some shady promoter—Jim Miller, I’m talking about you—I never got the chance to cash in on those opportunities. But I didn’t quit, Abby. I came back and became the UWL World Champion, something Rinaldi can only dream of."

ABBY: "Speaking of Rinaldi, he lost the TWN Championship to Tony Rios recently, and many say it was only because of the role you played in stopping Cyrus from using the chair. What’s your response to those claims?"

DARON: Chuckles, shaking his head "Oh, you mean when I stopped Rinaldi from using a chair to cheat? You’re damn right I played a role. He thought he could pull the same stunt he did when he beat me for that 'belt.' But this time, I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Rinaldi’s desperate, Abby. He’s desperate because he knows I’m better than him, and now he’s got no gold to hide behind."

ABBY: "Tonight’s tag match may be last time you two will be in the same ring before your I Quit match at the 19th Anniversary show. With the no physicality order in place outside of a match, how are you planning to handle being in the ring with Rinaldi tonight?"

DARON: Smirks again, his confidence returning "Tonight’s just the warm-up, Abby. Rinaldi can bark all he wants, but when we step into that ring, it’s about action. I’ve already gotten under his skin, and he knows it. I’m going to show him tonight that no matter what he throws at me, I’m still going to be standing tall. But come November 16th in Knoxville? That’s when I end this once and for all. He wants to call me a quitter? We’ll see who the real quitter is when I make him say 'I Quit' in front of the entire UWL Universe."

ABBY: "Last question, Daron. With all the history, all the animosity, what would it mean for you to finally put Cyrus Rinaldi behind you at the 19th Anniversary show?"

DARON: Looking directly into the camera, eyes burning with intensity "It means I get to move on as the undisputed top guy in this company. I’ve worked too hard and come too far to let someone like Rinaldi drag me down. Beating him in the I Quit match won’t just be a victory—it’ll be the exclamation point on the fact that Daron Smythe is #1 for a reason. And after November 16th, Rinaldi will have no choice but to admit it."

ABBY: "Thank you for your time, Daron. Good luck tonight."

DARON: Nods with a smirk, adjusting the belt on his shoulder as he walks off "Thanks, Abby. But I don’t need luck. I’ve got this."

The camera fades as Abby Jacobs watches Smythe walk off, the tension in the air unmistakable as the anticipation for tonight’s tag match—and the upcoming I Quit match—continues to build.

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2024 20:23:34 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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UWL Eruption 10-19-24 Oct 21, 2024 14:18:35 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Oct 21, 2024 14:18:35 GMT -5

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

Emily Lyle - The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit or television time remaining!

When the guitars of "Uplift" kick in, Rinaldi enters the arena. He marches down to the ring holding the TWN Championship. He looks at the crowd with disdain, pulling away from any fan that tries to touch him or his belt and flashing the middle finger at fans who say anything derisive.

Emily Lyle - From New York City, New York, weighing two hundred and twenty nine pounds, Cyrus Rinaldi!!

He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, walks to one of the corners of the ring, and poses on the second turnbuckle, holding his belt and his middle fingers in the air and talking trash to the fans.

The crowd is buzzing when suddenly the lights go out.

GREATEST
OF
ALL
TIME

"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!!!

NO WE'RE NOT NAMELESS
WE'RE NOT FACELESS
WE WERE BORN FOR GREATNESS!!!

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.

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

FORTUNE, FAME

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 your Universal Wrestling League 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 - This match has been made a three way match. As, Bryan Ford has refused to take part in this match. So UWL officials have turned this match into a three way match.

The bell sounds, they lock up into a collar and elbow tie up. Rinaldi breaks free, he shoots around on Smythe into a rear waistlock, Smythe tries to break free. Smythe reverses out shooting around on Rinaldi with the rear waistlock. Smythe reverses out lifting Rinaldi up slamming his down onto the mat holding his still in the rear waistlock. Rinaldi reverses around taking Smythe into a wristlock, he drives his knee into Smythe shoulder pulling up on his arm. They return to their feet, Smythe takes Rinaldi’s arm around into the wristlock jerking on his arm twisting it around. Rinaldi rolls forward kicks back up. Rinaldi rolls forward bridges back up slapping Smythe arm away. Rinaldi jumps up nailing him with a dropkick which staggers Smythe.

Cliff Morris - Cyrus Rinaldi with a textbook dropkick!

Rinaldi runs at Smythe, he dodges out of the way grabbing Rinaldi pushing him into the ropes. Smythe pulls his back with a school boy roll up, the referee counts.

1..

.. Kick out.

Rinaldi goes into the ropes, Smythe rises up, he kicks him in his stomach, doubling him over. Rinaldi takes Smythe down with a leg lariat. He bounces back up, Smythe sits on one knee against the ropes. They lock back up, Rinaldi takes Smythe around into a go behind into a hammerlock. he pulls up on his arm jerking Smythe arm each time he pulls up wrenching his arm. Smythe turns, taking Rinaldi over with a snapmare. Rinaldi runs at him, Smythe leapfrogs over Rinaldi. Rinaldi takes him over with an arm drag. Smythe is back up; he takes Rinaldi over with an arm drag. Smythe takes Rinaldi into a headlock, he sends him off into the ropes. Smythe runs off the ropes nailing Rinaldi with a shoulder tackle, he stumbles back against the ropes.

Cliff Morris - Cyrus Rinaldi looks shaken up!

Logan Acker - He’s on dreamstreet!

Rinaldi runs off the ropes, Smythe leapfrogs over him. Rinaldi runs back into the ropes, Smythe drops down, Rinaldi runs over him. Rinaldi runs off the ropes, Smythe nails him with a dropkick. Smythe throws Rinaldi into the corner, he nails him with a hard forearm strike in the corner. Smythe pulls him out of the corner lifting him up and down with a snap suplex. Smythe rises up slowly stomping away on Rinaldi. He pulls up off the mat sending him into the ropes. Rinaldi runs off the ropes, Smythe leapfrogs over him. Rinaldi stops, he takes Smythe down with a chop block. He goes out to the ring apron quickly moving up to the top rope. Rinaldi leaps off nailing Smythe with a missile dropkick. Rinaldi covers him.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Rinaldi pulls Smythe around sending him into the ropes. Smythe runs off the ropes, Rinaldi runs at him Smythe ducks under. Rinaldi turns, Smythe nails his with a enziguri. Smythe stands over Rinaldi stomping away on his. Smythe pulls Rinaldi up, he leans over lifting his up and down with a seated powerbomb. Smythe rises up to his feet. He pulls Rinaldi up with him sending his into the ropes. Rinaldi comes off the ropes, Smythe goes for a clothesline, he ducks under. Smythe turns, Rinaldi nails him with a enziguri. Rinaldi grabs him around his head sending him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Rinaldi goes out to the ring apron, he makes his way up to the top rope. Rinaldi leaps off landing down onto Smythe with a moonsault Rinaldi grabs at his stomach grimacing from the impact. Rinaldi covers him.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Rinaldi rises up, he steps back. Smythe rises up off the mat. Rinaldi runs at him, Smythe dodges out of the way. Smythe takes Rinaldi down with a clothesline. Smythe pulls Rinaldi up, he grabs his leg lifting him up dropping his leg down across his knee with a shin breaker. Rinaldi rolls onto the mat grabbing at his leg. Smythe pulls his leg up kicking him in the back of the leg. Smythe grabs his leg turning around grabbing him into a Texas Cloverleaf. Smythe locks on the hold, the referee checks on Rinaldi, he is clawing trying to get free, but just can’t. Rinaldi gets to the ropes, the referee calls for a break.

Danielson slowly slides back into the ring, as both men circle around one another, as they move to lock up, Danielson kicks Smythe flush into his stomach, doubling him over. Danielson pulls Smythe toward him landing a hard right hand punch, which stuns Smythe. Danielson hooks up his arms, he lifts him up, throwing Smythe down onto the mat with a double underhook suplex. Danielson moves toward Smythe, as he lays on the mat. He grabs Smythe around his head, landing a pair of trapping headbutts. Danielson pulls him up to his feet, he holds onto Smythe arm, as he pulls him toward him nailing him with a short-arm clothesline. Danielson covers him, as the referee counts.

1..

2.. Kick out.

Danielson turns, grabbing Smythe into a rear chinlock, he locks his arms tight around his head, as Smythe tries to break out of the hold. Smythe forces Danielson up to his feet, landing a pair of elbows to his stomach breaking the hold. Smythe connects with a pair of kicks, which land into his thigh, stunning Danielson down to one knee. Smythe charges at him, nailing Danielson with a shining wizard. Danielson rolls out of the ring to the floor. Smythe runs across the ring, he jumps over the top rope taking down Danielson on the floor with a plancha. Both men are on the floor, as the crowd rises to their feet.

Cliff Morris - The referee needs to get things back into the ring!

Logan Acker - You can say that again.

Smythe gets to his feet first, as Danielson stumbles to his feet, Smythe grabs him around his head, he runs out planting Danielson into the floor with a running bulldog. Smythe rises to his feet first, as Danielson lays on the floor. Smythe lifts Danielson up off the floor, he grabs him around his head, he lifts him up setting him up for a suplex, but Danielson blocks it. Danielson hits Smythe in his stomach with a pair of punches, he grabs Smythe, lifts him up for a suplex, and dumping him down onto the guardrail.

Cliff Morris - This match is getting out of hand!

Smythe lays in the front row of the fans, as Danielson pulls him off the floor laying him over the guardrail. Danielson starts pulling Smythe head up and down planting his face down into the guardrail. The referee for the action to return to the ring, but Danielson takes Smythe into a front facelock, he lifts him up planting him into the floor with a snap suplex. Smythe lays on the floor arching his back riving in pain, as Danielson stands him over looking down at him with a smirk on his face. Daniels grabs Rinaldi hitting him across his back with clubbing shots. He grabs him for a suplex as he does out of nowhere Bryan Ford jumps the guardrail. He reaches under the bottom ropes grabbing Danielson’s legs causing him to fall with Rinaldi to fall onto him. Ford holds Danielson’s leg as the referee counts.

1..

2..

3..

Emily Lyle - The winner of this match Cyrus Rinaldi!!

Bryan Ford stares at Billy Danielson after costing him the match as the show comes to a end.

Last Edit: Oct 21, 2024 20:55:07 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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