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19th Anniversary Celebration 11-16-24 Nov 16, 2024 12:42:48 GMT -5

Post by UWL Office on Nov 16, 2024 12:42:48 GMT -5

[The scene opens in the early morning darkness, just as the first light of dawn begins to peek over the horizon. Daron Smythe, dressed in a grey hoodie and running shorts, stands on a quiet street in his hometown of Wheeling, West Virginia. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes as he begins his run, the rhythmic sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty streets. The camera follows him, catching glimpses of his focused expression as he powers through the cool morning air.]

DARON: (Voiceover) I’ve had a lot of time, probably way too much time, to think about what I wanted to say to summarize how I’m feeling heading into this match. When Cory Chevelle challenged me for the title, it was a physical threat and there was no doubt Cory was coming full throttle. It wasn’t even personal, it was simply a battle between two men who wanted to be recognized as the best in the business.

[Smythe hits a spot in the sidewalk where he hits a red light, allows some cars to pass in front of him, then continues on his run]

DARON: (Voiceover) With Cyrus Rinaldi, he has found a way to take and twist every word I’ve said, every action I’ve taken, both in the past and present, and try to turn it against me, as though it were me personally who have held you back all these years. Your misguided and misdirected anger should not be pointed at me, Cyrus, no, it should be pointed at the man in the mirror.

[As he hits his stride, Smythe makes his way up a steep hill, pushing himself with each step. The scene cuts to the gym where he’s now in the middle of a grueling strength workout, his muscles straining with each lift.]

DARON: (Voiceover) You’re a loudmouth, gaslighting bully, Cyrus. You may think just speaking your mind in locker rooms in high school gymnasiums or dingy, run down buildings is what’s held you back all this time, but in reality, it’s simply that you haven’t been good enough to carry the ball for a company like I have.

[Camera cuts back as Smythe finishes off a set, pushing through his limits, sweat pouring from his forehead]

DARON: (Voiceover) For all your false bravado and shit talking, you may be the most sensitive guy on the roster. A few comments here and there really seem to get your panties in a bunch, don’t they? For as much of a tough guy shitalker you try to portray yourself as, the moment you get a little pushback, you resort to name calling and complaining and deflecting How dare I question your love for the TWN Championship, as though it was your lifelong goal because you were so honorable and meritorious along the way. But, let’s get away from that. You’re endless beef with me seems to stem from the fact that you deem me a quitter.

[He sets the bar down and grabs a quick drink, his breathing heavy but steady, his gaze never wavering. The scene shifts to the ring, where Smythe is sparring with a partner, working on his holds, counters, and finishing moves with precision and focus.]

DARON: (Voiceover) If that’s true, why would I even be here in the first place? Wouldn’t I have quit after losing the title to Cory Chevelle? What about our first encounter, where you used a chair to win that TWN title you claim to have loved so much? Wouldn’t I have just left the company on the spot? How about when UWL went on hiatus? Couldn’t I have just walked away, never having lost the title, and moved on? This is amongst the many hypocrisies and contradictions you espouse on a regular basis.

[Smythe is going through a series of rolls and flips in the ring, chain wrestling with a partner and going through counters and various holds]

DARON: (Voiceover) You may not give a shit, but I don’t care - I come from a small town that shaped me in a million different ways. It’s a place where you have to work at least twice as hard as the people born into money just to get regular opportunities. My family had no name to speak of - my grandmother became a single mom in the 60s, when such a thing in a tiny, Roman Catholic neighborhood, was unheard of. She worked double shifts at Marx Toys, trying to make ends meet without the support of her alcoholic, deadbeat ex-husband. Hell, one day she cut the tip of her ring finger off while making those toys and came back to work the next day! There was not an ounce of quit in that woman.

[The scene shifts to Smythe standing at the edge of a tire, breathing heavily as he flips it with raw intensity, each movement echoing his determination.]

DARON: (Voiceover) And even my own mother, who unfortunately had to deal with a husband who’d rather do cocaine with co-eds after his shifts working in the local college dining hall, rather than be home helping with his newborn son, all the while my mother never taking time off of work. That same mother who, when the closing of the steel mills finally caught up to my sleepy little town, found herself out of work in the finance industry, an industry that before 1989 didn’t really worry if you had a college degree to work in Accounts Payable, as long as the numbers matched. That same woman, who without answers and certainly without the financial support of her ex-husband either, embarked on going back to college, while lugging along her young, rambunctious son.

[Smythe is then seen whipping the ropes up and down, once again pouring in sweat, gritting his teeth with determination]

DARON: (Voiceover) And when that same son grew up, busted his ass, and finally had a chance to heal himself by doing it right - as a parent, a husband, a man - to provide for that family and be the example of hard work paying off in the end, only to have the tablecloth yanked out from under you, and you say *I* am a quitter? You know what? Fuck you.

[The camera follows Smythe as he finishes his last drill, dripping with sweat but looking more determined than ever. He finally sits in a quiet, dimly lit room, his eyes closed, visualizing the match. He sees himself executing his moves, counters, and finally, his finisher—the Ohio River Plunge—pinning Rinaldi for the win. He opens his eyes, looking directly into the camera.]

DARON: (Voiceover) Despite all of those setbacks, I re-entered the wrestling business nearly three years ago and put the work in. Yeah, I’m older, everything hurts more, and I had to take my lumps, especially in a place like the UWL, a place that reveres its history, that respects its past so much that it’s really, really hard for someone new to break through. That’s why I spoke those words to you that first night about sticking with it, because I wanted to put a hand down and help pull you up rather than push you down or hold you down.

DARON: (Voiceover) And what did you do with that? You gave me the middle finger, but figuratively and literally. In many ways, I respect it. I am on a mission to prove I am the number one man in all of professional wrestling. Some people think it’s bullshit, but then I show them the UWL World Title, the HRW World Title, the ECWF Midwest Title, the ECWF World Tag Team Titles, and the AWS Internet Championship and I say, if I’m not the best, then why in the fuck are all these companies reaching out to *me*?

DARON: (Voiceover) All of this to say Cyrus, as much shit as I’m talking, you’re good, man. You’re really good. And I’m sure you’ll read this and think I’m just making excuses but - you might just beat me. I have to prepare myself for that possible outcome. Maybe you’ll win and I’ll have to start over - again. The result of one wrestling match won’t define me, Cyrus. Because if I win, I’ll go on to possibly have the greatest world title reign this company has ever seen. If I lose? I’ll go back to the bottom of the ladder and I’ll work my way back up, I’ll become a three-time world champion and cement my legacy as the #1 man in this business and maybe in the UWL, maybe ever? The one thing I won’t do is quit. I’m in this shit for life, Cyrus.

[Smythe stands up, and the scene fades to black, his voice echoing in the background.]

I’ll see you in Knoxville, bitch.

Last Edit: Nov 16, 2024 13:13:07 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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19th Anniversary Celebration 11-16-24 Nov 16, 2024 12:43:30 GMT -5 Cory Chevelle likes this

Post by UWL Office on Nov 16, 2024 12:43:30 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 sixty minute time limit and it is for the UWL Tag Team 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 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.

"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, he is the TWN Champion Tony Rios!!

"The beginning is the end is the beginning" by Smashing pumpkins hits over the P.A. Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK come walking out on stage through a cloud of smoke and stop at the top of the stage, both men staring out at the roaring crowd with menacing stares.

Emily Lyle - Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at a combined weight of 541 pounds! They are the UWL Tag Team Champions, Cory Chevelle, and BRADDOCK! ARE!... VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER!

Chevelle and Braddock begin making their way down to the ring. They pound their fists together just before sliding into the ring. Chevelle warms up in the ring and it ores the crowd while BRADDOCK flips the crowd off and taunts them.

Cliff Morris - It’s tag team action. As Television Champion Jackson Burnside and TWN Champion Tony Rios challenge for the UWL Tag Team Championship against Vulgar Display of Power of Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK.

The bell sounds; starting the match off are Cory Chevelle and Tony Rios. He runs at Chevelle but gets nailed with a hard clothesline, which staggers Rios. Chevelle throws a hard right hand, which stumbles Rios. Chevelle leans over, lifting Rios up and throwing him down onto the mat with a bone-crushing bodyslam. Rios lays on the mat as Chevelle runs at him, kicking him with a hard kick to the back of his head. Chevelle pulls Rios up to his feet; he sends him into the ropes; Rios bounces off the ropes; Chevelle goes for a clothesline; but Rios ducks under the clothesline attempt. Rios catches Chevelle in the back of his leg with a hard kick, followed by another kick, which sends Chevelle down to one knee. Rios bounces off the ropes, running back at Chevelle, nailing him with a running high knee. Rios bounces up to his feet; he turns staring at BRADDOCK as he stands on the ring apron, looking back into the ring.

Cliff Morris - BRADDOCK imposing his will looking across the ring.

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

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

Cliff Morris - Jackson Burnside taking out both BRADDOCK and Cory Chevelle with a double clothesline.

Logan Acker - Jackson Burnside showing his power taking out both Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK.

BRADDOCK staggers to his feet, and as he does, Rios runs at him, taking him down onto the floor. Rios throws wild punches at BRADDOCK as he lays over him on the floor. Chevelle pulls Rios off of BRADDOCK as he does Burnside dives through the ropes, taking Chevelle out. Burnside jumps onto Chevelle, nailing him over and over with repeated punches.

Cliff Morris - This match is breaking down as the referee needs to get control of this one.

Burnside slides back into the ring as the referee tells him to back up. BRADDOCK gets away from Rios, sliding back into the ring. Rios leans over, stretching his arm out, and as he does, Burnside gets the tag. Rios moves into the ring, looking across the ring, wanting BRADDOCK, as he backs up. Rios runs at him, throwing wild punches, backing Bradley back into the ropes. BRADDOCK catches Rios with a knee to the stomach, which doubles him over. BRADDOCK throws a hard punch, which staggers him. BRADDOCK grabs the dazed Rios around his head, snapping his neck off the mat with a neckbreaker. BRADDOCK gets over Rios choking him as he lays on the mat, as the referee calls for the break.

Cliff Morris - BRADDOCK choking out Tony Rios as the referee calls for a break.

Logan Acker - The referee trying to get BRADDOCK off of Tony Rios as he chokes him out on the mat.

Both men return to their feet; as they do, BRADDOCK goes for a clothesline, but Rios dodges out of the way. BRADDOCK rises to his feet; as he does, Rios takes him over with a hurricanrana. Rios kicks BRADDOCK in his stomach, doubling him over. Rios grabs BRADDOCK around his head, dropping him with a side Russian leg sweep, he leaps into the air landing down with a elbow drop. Rios pushes him over covering, as the referee counts.

1..

2..

Kick out!

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

1..

2..

Kick out.

Chevelle pulls Burnside's head up off the mat, pummeling punches him with repeated punches. Chevelle pulls Burnside up off the mat; he sends him into the ropes. Burnside bounces off the ropes; he runs back at Chevelle, nailing him with a clothesline, which staggers Chevelle. Burnside spins around nailing Chevelle with a Sidewalk Slam. Burnside covers him, as the referee counts.

1..

2..

..

BRADDOCK breaks up the count, as Rios cuts him off, nailing him with repeated forearm strikes, backing him back into his corner. Rios backs up, as the referee backs him up. Burnside rises up to his feet; he steps back as Chevelle rises up off the mat. Burnside moves toward, and as he does, BRADDOCK runs at him, nailing him with a running kick to the face. BRADDOCK turns as Rios runs at him, jumping him from behind and knocking him down onto the mat. Rios starts throwing right and left punches at BRADDOCK as he manages to roll into the ropes out onto the floor.

Cliff Morris - This has broken out of control!!

Rios steps out onto the ring apron, and as BRADDOCK turns, he jumps off, wrapping his legs around BRADDOCK and taking him down onto the floor with a diving forearm strike. Burnside has Chevelle backed into the corner, hitting him with repeated punches. Burnside loses it; he starts choking Chevelle as the referee tries to gain control. Burnside turns Chevelle around, throwing his face into the top turnbuckle repeatedly.

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle is meeting the top turnbuckle up close and personal!

Rios has BRADDOCK around his wrist to send him into the guardrail, but BRADDOCK reverses pulling Rios around, kicking him in the stomach and doubling him over. BRADDOCK pulls Rios toward him; he lifts Rios up, throwing him into the ring apron with an Irish whip, as Rios falls, crumbling onto the floor.

Cliff Morris - Tony Rios slams off the ring apron falling to the floor after being whipped into the ring apron.

Logan Acker - That was a nasty crash into the ring apron.

BRADDOCK slides up onto the ring apron; he rolls back into the ring. BRADDOCK runs at Burnside, nailing him in the back with a running forearm. BRADDOCK pulls Burnside back, dropping him with a reverse DDT. BRADDOCK steps back; he motions to Chevelle. He turns staring at Burnside, and as he stumbles to his feet, Chevelle charges at him, nailing him with a running big boot. Burnside falls onto the mat as Chevelle lays over him, covering him, as the referee counts.

1..

2..

Kick out!

They both return to their feet. Chevelle goes to send Burnside into the ropes; he blocks it. Burnside pulls Chevelle around, clocking him with a pair of elbow strikes. He jumps up, grabbing Chevelle around his waist lifting him up for a Atomic Drop, but BRADDOCK grabs Chevelle by his wrist pulling him toward him. As he does, BRADDOCK hands Chevelle something. The referee grabs BRADDOCK as he does Chevelle connects with a punch to the face with a chain around his fist. Burnside falls straight back onto the mat. Chevelle covers him, the referee counts.

1..

2..

3..

Cliff Morris - Cory Chevelle once again using that chain to steal, yes steal a win.

Chevelle and BRADDOCK falls against one another holding each other up.

Emily Lyle - The winners of this match and STILL!!! UWL Tag Team Champions the Vulgar Display of Power!!!

Chevelle and BRADDOCK take the UWL Tag Team Championship belts celebrating as the fans are booing as Rios checks on Burnside who looks shaken up.

The show cuts to a break.

Last Edit: Nov 18, 2024 1:41:33 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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19th Anniversary Celebration 11-16-24 Nov 16, 2024 12:44:44 GMT -5 Cory Chevelle likes this

Post by UWL Office on Nov 16, 2024 12:44:44 GMT -5

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

Emily Lyle - The following contest is a I Quit Match and it is for the Universal Wrestling League World Championship!

When the guitars of "Uplift" kick in, Rinaldi enters the arena. He marches down to the ring. He looks at the crowd with disdain, pulling away from any fan that tries to touch him 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 middle fingers in the air and talking trash to the fans.

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 - It’s tonight's main event for the richest prize in our sport, the UWL World Championship. As Daron Smythe defends the World Championship against Cyrus Rinaldi in a I Quit Match. This is the one we’ve been waiting for. Let's get this started.

The bell sounds. Both men circle one another slowly. Rinaldi kicks Smythe in the leg. They circle one another. They go to lock up again. This time Rinaldi catches Smythe with a forearm strike and steps back, moving around the ring. They circled one another once again. They move toward one another again. Rinaldi clocks Smythe with a forearm strike and steps back, moving around the ring.

Cliff Morris - Cyrus Rinaldi clocks Daron Smythe with a forearm strike and moves back around the ring.

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe looks shaken up after that forearm strike.

They circle one another, slowly moving into a collar and elbow tie-up. Smythe forces Rinaldi back, ramming him straight back into the corner. Rinaldi reverses it, turning around in the corner and ramming his forearm flush into Smythe’s face. Rinaldi steps back as Smythe comes out of the corner with an angry look on his face. They circle one another and tease a knuckle lock. Rinaldi lands a kick to Smythe’s arm, stunning him. Smythe steps back, grimacing as he shakes his head.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe trying to shake off the cobwebs after that kick.

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe moved back so Cyrus Rinaldi couldn’t try to lock on anything to force him to quit.

They circle one another as they go back into a knuckle lock. Rinaldi grabs Smythe’s arm, taking him around into an overhand wrist lock. Smythe shoves Rinaldi off; he rolls on the mat, moving back against the ropes. Rinaldi gets up slowly off the mat. They circle one another and go back into a knuckle lock. This time Smythe manages to grab Rinaldi’ hands and wrenches down on them as they’re in the knuckle lock. Rinaldi back against the ropes. Smythe starts headbutting Rinaldi as he has him against the ropes locked in the knuckle lock. The referee comes in with the microphone checking on things, but slowly moves back as Rinaldi shakes his head no.

Smythe breaks the hold as Rinaldi moves away from him, shaking his head to gather himself. They come toward one another. They once again go into a knuckle lock. Rinaldi again takes Smythe’s arm around into an overhand wristlock. He wrenches on his arm. Smythe reaches across, headbutting Rinaldi, knocking him off. Rinaldi stumbles back. Smythe comes at him. Rinaldi lands a forearm strike, which stuns Smythe. He grabs Smythe into a front facelock and wrenches his arms as the referee checks on things but Smythe screams, “NO!” as the referee moves back.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe with an emphatic no.

Logan Acker - No way Daron Smythe will give up that easy.

They circle one another. They once again go into a knuckle lock. Smythe twists Rinaldi's hands around as he stands grimacing in pain. Smythe backs him against the ropes. He goes for a headbutt, but Rinaldi dodges his head to the side. Rinaldi grabs Smythe’s arm, slamming it down across the top rope. Smythe steps back, holding its arm as Rinaldi moves around the ring, moving back as the referee comes in but they both move back away from one another.

Cliff Morris - Both grapplers move away from one another quickly

They circle one another as Smythe has his eyes focused on Rinaldi. They lock back up into a knuckle lock. Smythe jerks Rinaldi toward him and starts clubbing him with punches across his back and to his neck. Rinaldi manages to counter, landing a forearm strike flush into Smythe’s face. He backs him into the corner. Rinaldi starts landing repeated forearm strikes. He grabs Smythe’s arm and jerks it across the top rope. The referee calls for a break. Rinaldi jerks his arm around the top rope. Rinaldi steps back and lands a flush kick to Smythe’s arm. Rinaldi grabs his arm as the referee checks on things as he puts the microphone in as Smythe shouts a emphatic, “NO!”.

Cliff Morris - Once again Daron Smythe screams no.

They go to lock up again. Smythe lifts Rinaldi up, throwing him back into the corner. He nails him with clubbing shots in the corner. Smythe grabs Rinaldi as he tries to escape and throws him back against the turnbuckles once again. He levels him with repeated punches. Smythe turns and clocks Rinaldi in the corner with a big back elbow that lands flush in his jaw, stunning him. Smythe turns again, hitting Rinaldi with a back elbow. Rinaldi falls in a seated position on the mat.

Cliff Morris - These two are throwing everything at one another!

Logan Acker - This is physical as it gets!

Smythe comes back toward Rinaldi, as he’s still in a seated position in the corner. He kicks him in the chest. He rams his foot into the throat of Rinaldi in the corner. The referee calls for a break. But Smythe keeps choking him in the corner.

Smythe steps back, gasping for breath as he holds at his throat. Smythe turns running at Rinaldi, landing a knee to his face and knocking him back into the corner. Smythe stomps away on Rinaldi as he lays in the corner with repeated kicks to his chest and face. Smythe jerks Rinaldi up to his feet. He sends him across into the opposite corner. He runs in at him hitting him with a clothesline in the corner. He pulls Rinaldi dropping him with a reverse STO. He turns grabbing him locking him in a STF. The referee checks in with the microphone as Rinaldi screams, “NO!”. Smythe breaks the hold.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe moves out of the STF quickly after the no from Cyrus Rinaldi.

Smythe pulls Rinaldi out of the corner. He grabs him around his head, taking him down with a hard bodyslam. Smythe goes back, hitting off the ropes and running back, hitting him with a running knee. Smythe stands over him as he is laying on the mat and Smythe lands in with repeated stomps to his chest and face. Smythe steps back and looks at the crowd with an intense look on his face. Rinaldi rises up to his feet. Smythe grabs him, tossing him out to the floor.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe tosses him out of the ring like he was light as a feather!

Smythe steps out through the ropes to the floor. The referee stands looking on as both men are on the floor now. Smythe pulls Rinaldi up and sends him sailing into the guardrail. Rinaldi lays up against the guardrail. The referee calls for them to get back into the ring. Smythe runs at him but Rinaldi dodges out of the way and Smythe slams into the guardrail. Rinaldi rises up and gathers himself. He grabs Smythe’s arm and slams it down across the top of the guardrail. Smythe stumbles, clutching to his arm. Rinaldi grabs his arm and pulls it around the ring post. The referee shoves the microphone into Smythe’s face he screams, “NO!” once again.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe screams no as he is wrapped around the ring post with nowhere to go!

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe needs to get out of this injuries him and it could come into play later on.

Rinaldi steps back as Smythe turns, moving along the floor clutching to his arm, grimacing in pain. Rinaldi slides back in as Smythe rolls under the bottom rope. Rinaldi lands a pair of kicks to Smythe’s arm. He grabs the top rope, pushes himself up, jumps up, and lands down onto Smythe’s arm. He clutches to his arm, grimacing in pain. Rinaldi grabs his arm, laying it flat across the mat. He jumps up, landing down onto his arm with a jumping knee drop. Rinaldi grabs Smythe’s arm and locks him into a scissored arm bar. Rinaldi is on his knees as he has Smythe’s arm wrapped around in a scissored arm bar. The referee checks on Smythe; he doesn’t give up shaking his head no.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe again hanging on not giving up!

Logan Acker - Daron Smythe won’t go down that easy you’ll have to rip his arm off before he will quit.

Smythe rolls as the referee checks on him. He rolls Rinaldi into the ropes. Rinaldi breaks the hold. He rises up, slowly grabbing Smythe's arm and wrapping it around the middle rope. He pulls on his arm as he has it wrapped around the middle rope. The referee stands checking on things. Rinaldi steps back as Smythe clutches his arm against his body, grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe could be in trouble!

Rinaldi grabs Smythe’s arm, pulling his arm around and slamming it down across the top rope. Rinaldi comes to Smythe and gets met with a punch with his good arm. Rinaldi stumbles slightly. Rinaldi shakes it off and comes at Smythe and gets met again with a punch with his good arm, which stuns him. Smythe clutches his arm against his body, grimaced in pain. Smythe comes at him, and as he does, Rinaldi kicks Smythe in the arm, which causes him to stumble, grabbing his arm.

Cliff Morris - Cyrus Rinaldi needs to attack and not let up!

Rinaldi comes at him, and Smythe kicks Rinaldi, causing him to stumble. Smythe moves at Rinaldi; he grabs him into a front facelock with his good arm. Rinaldi breaks free by smacking his injured arm. He pulls Smythe’s arm straight out against his chest and drops back onto the mat. Rinaldi turns and locks back on the arm bar. Smythe kicks him off. Smythe rises up slowly kicking Rinaldi with a pair of kicks to the stomach doubling him over. He grabs him planting him with a implant DDT. Smythe grabs at his arm grimacing in pain.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe needs to fight through the pain!

Smythe rises up slowly off the mat. He rises up slowly. Smythe rolls out to the floor grabbing a chair. He goes to slide back in, but Rinaldi tries to grab him leaning between the ropes. Smythe slams the chair off his head. Rinaldi falls back onto the mat. Smythe rolls back in slowly. He places the chair over the leg and ankle of Rinaldi. Smythe goes to the corner, moves to the second rope, leaps off landing down onto the chair ramming it into Rinaldi’s leg.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe leaping off onto the chair crushing the leg of Cyrus Rinaldi!

Smythe grabs the chair pulling it off his leg. He stretches out Rinaldi’s leg. He runs off the ropes landing down onto his leg with a knee strike. He turns rising back up and drops down with a elbow onto his leg. Smythe rises back up he grabs Rinaldi’s leg but he kicks him off causing him to stumble back. Smythe comes back grabbing Rinaldi’s leg and snaps it off the mat. Smythe grabs his leg spins around with a spinning toe hold and turns locking in with a Figure 4 Leg Lock.

Cliff Morris - Daron Smythe has locked on the figure 4!!

The referee comes in checking on Rinaldi, but he shakes his head, “No”. Smythe pulls back on the hold as Rinaldi tries to turn the hold, but Smythe keeps Rinaldi locked on the Figure 4 Leg Lock. The referee has the microphone and has it in the face of Rinaldi, he shakes his head and screams, “I Quit”.

Cliff Morris - Cyrus Rinaldi has quit!!

Logan Acker - I am speechless!!

Smythe breaks the hold rolling over on the mat as screams fly into the ring. The referee stands over him with the UWL World Championship belt in hand.

Emily Lyle - The winner of this match and STILL!!! UWL World Champion Daron Smythe!!

Smythe rises up slowly still favoring his arm as he takes the World Championship belt clutching it into his arms, slowly putting the belt over his shoulder.

Last Edit: Nov 18, 2024 0:03:48 GMT -5 by UWL Office

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