BUSTER GLOVES vs. SHAWN WARSTEIN
UltraViolence fades into the MGM Grand Garden Arena where a sold-out crowd is loud and rowdy. We do the camera pan to capture all the sweet signs that the PRIMEates have made for the PPV.
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The shot then goes to ringside and the long-time voices of PRIME: Nick Stuart and Richard Parker.
Nick Stuart: Welcome everyone to the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada for ULTRAVIOLENCE!
Richard Parker: IF JILES WINS WE RIOT!
Nick Stuart: I’m Nick Stuart, alongside Richard Parker, and we’ve got an absolutely stacked card for you tonight. 13 matches, all titles on the line, and we WILL be crowning a new Universal Champion. Let’s not waste anymore time…here we go!
It isn’t long before “Centuries Remix” blares over the PA system. The PRIMEates get loud at the opening but are quickly reminded that the man that follows isn’t one of their favorites. The curtain gets swiped to the side as Shawn Warstein steps through, to a full chorus of boos. The hood on his hoodie is up as his face stays pointing towards the ground.
Nick Stuart: Warstein coming out first, and the crowd here letting him know how they feel about him.
Richard Parker: Well, I doubt he really cares about their opinion, Stuart.
As the song begins for crescendo Shawn lifts his head and pulls the hood down. The widest, most arrogant smile is on his face. It’s as if the jeers are fueling him. The louder they get, the wider his smile goes. As he walks down the ramp several fans heckle him, but with the back of his hand he waves them off and continues, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring.
Vince Howard: Our opening contest is for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from CHICAGO, Illinois! Shawn WARSTEIN!
Casting a sneer to the ring announcer Warstein continues towards the far corner and climbs up sitting on the top turnbuckle.
Richard Parker: Warstein is all business right now, Buster Gloves is in for a world of pain here tonight.
The lights go out. An electric guitar strums a chord before a single word appears on the Jumbotron. “BUSTER”. Then another guitar riff as the word ”GLOVES” replaces it. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves emerges from the tunnel. Guile’s theme song from Street Fighter II is being shredded on the guitar and Buster Gloves burst emerges from the tunnel, shadow boxing.
Vince Howard: And his opponent…making his way to the ring, weighing in at 252 pounds…from Vero Beach, Florida…BUSTER! GLOOOOVES!
Wearing a black hoodie reading the words ‘WRESTLING IS FOREVER’ on the back, Buster Gloves has a black and blue training mask attached to his face. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him. He wears those black leather gloves that he loves so much, with the letters W.I.F.E. on the left hand.
Buster descends the ramp high fiving kids and posing for pictures with sign-holding fans. He works the crowd and they respond.
Buster climbs the ring apron, wipes his feet, and enters the ring through the second rope. He removes his shirt and ascends the second turnbuckle to play to the crowd one last time.
The music fades as Buster removes his training mask and shakes hands with Ashley Barlow.
The referee signals for the bell and our first match of the evening is now underway. Buster Gloves and Shawn Warstein begin to circle around, measuring each other up. It doesn’t last long before they are closing in and locking up in a collar and elbow to actually start the contest. The pair of them jostle back and forth for a couple of seconds, each one trying to get the advantage over the other. It is Warstein though that gets the advantage first as he drives a knee into Buster’s gut, doubling him over before driving an elbow down into the back of his head… knocking him down to the ground.
Nick Stuart: Warstein with a sharp elbow to the back of the head of Gloves, getting an early advantage as we begin this contest.
Shawn reaches down and grabs Gloves by the back of the head, raising him back up to his feet. Warstein then whips Buster across the ring, and the Bull of the North crashes into the corner hard. Warstein charges towards him, drilling him with a huge clothesline that causes Gloves to slump down onto the canvas slowly. Shawn doesn’t stop there though as he begins to drive boot after boot into the midsection of Gloves, causing him to curl up in the corner from the pain.
Nick Stuart: Warstein is relentless in the early goings of this match, could this be a sign of things to come?
Richard Parker: He’s fighting like he has something to prove here tonight.
Nick Stuart: It’s about time.
Richard Parker: Well, he’s a slow starter.
Nick Stuart: He must have taken the bus, because I’ve seen sloths move faster.
Warstein grabs Buster’s left leg, dragging him out of the corner and to the middle of the ring before placing his right boot on the face of Gloves and spinning. Warstein walks over and drapes his arms onto the top rope, a sinister smile on his face as he soaks in the boos from the crowd. He shakes his head then walks back over to where Buster is still writhing on the mat, clutching his face. Shawn drops to his knees, placing his right hand onto the throat of Gloves and begins choking all the air out of him. Referee Barlow is warning Warstein to break the hold with the start of a five count, but he doesn’t let it get past three.
Nick Stuart: And an illegal choke here by Warstein. I know you said he has something to prove tonight, but this is the wrong way to go about it.
Richard Parker: Looks like he’s sending the right message to me.
Warstein rises back to his feet, pleased with the negative response from the crowd. He soaks it in for a moment, then turns and grabs both of Buster’s legs, placing his left leg through them both and crossing them over before twisting Gloves onto his stomach and pulling back with the sharpshooter.
Nick Stuart: The sharpshooter is applied and Gloves could very well tap out right here.
Richard Parker: Quitting would be the smart thing to do here, but intelligence is not one of his strong suits.
Gloves desperately shakes his head to try and get some energy back into his system, enough for him to be able to make it to the ropes. Barlow drops down to her knees to ask Gloves if he wants to give it up, but Gloves refuses to give Barlow an answer and instead begins to slowly pull himself towards the ropes, his grit and determination on display for all to see.
Nick Stuart: Gloves is refusing to give up, and he is slowly pulling himself across the ring. Now that is a statement!
Richard Parker: Yeah, that he isn’t very bright.
Warstein shakes his head in disgust as Gloves continues to pull himself towards the ropes. He finally reaches them and referee Ashley Barlow orders Warstein to break the hold, which he does. Buster remains down on the mat, clutching at his knees. Gloves may have broken the hold, but the pain was already inflicted. Warstein drags Gloves up to a vertical base, but his knees are weak and he is barely able to keep himself on his feet. He doesn’t remain on his feet for long though, as Warstein hooks him in a front face lock and lifts him up and over his head. Warstein keeps Gloves up in the air for a few seconds, before spiking Gloves head first into the canvas with a devastating stalling brainbuster.
Nick Stuart: My God what a damaging move by Warstein and this could be all she wrote folks as Warstein slides into position and hooks the far leg of Gloves, looking to end the contest early.
ONE
Shawn reaches his foot toward the rope, but cannot reach it..
TWO
Instead, he grabs a handful of tights and yanks as hard as he can to gain a bit of leverage..
THR–
Shoulder Up!
Nick Stuart: NO! Buster gets the shoulder up right before Barlow can slap the mat for the three count!
Warstein hits the mat in frustration. He doesn’t dwell on it too long as he rises back to his feet, dragging Gloves up as well. Warstein goes for an irish whip, but Gloves reverses it and Warstein hits the ropes instead. On the return Gloves leaps into the air and catches Warstein square on the chin with a picture perfect spinning heel kick.
Both men remain down on the canvas, Gloves still hurt from the sharpshooter and damaging brainbuster. Barlow begins to count out both men. Barlow gets to six before stopping dead in her tracks as Shawn’s hands begin to tug on her shirt.
Barlow shouts at Warstein to get his hands off her as he continues to pull himself up. Gloves is slowly making his way to his feet as well, using the ropes for leverage and as Warstein turns around to face him, Gloves charges, looking to wipe him out with a strong super kick. Warstein ducks out of the way though and Gloves, unintentionally, wipes out the referee, Barlow’s head snapping back from the impact when it hits the mat.
Nick Stuart: GOOD GOD! Ashley Barlow has just been wiped out cold with that Super Kick from Buster Gloves, and now we have no referee.
Gloves throws his head back in frustration, as that was not his intended target. Buster turns away from the referee to look for Warstein, the adrenaline running through his veins keeps him moving quickly after the beating he took at the start of the contest. Warstein begins to crawl towards the ropes, but Gloves doesn’t allow him to move very far as he charges across the ring and leaps forward, both feet connecting with the side of Warstein’s head, sending him sprawling out in the middle of the ring.
Nick Stuart: And a beautiful front dropkick to the face of Warstein. Gloves is clearly in control of this match now after a slow start of his own.
Richard Parker: But the referee is still out cold, will somebody please throw a bucket of water on Barlow. We need her to be awake to count the pin.
Gloves charges across the ring, leaping over the body of Warstein on his way as he leaps forward and lands on the middle rope before catapulting himself 180 degrees in the air and connecting with a picture perfect moonsault on Warstein. Buster remains over the body of Warstein, but the referee is still out cold and there is no pin forthcoming. The crowd chants to five before Gloves rises back to his feet and walks over to Barlow, shaking her a bit before attempting to help her to her feet.
Shawn struggles to get to his feet, using the ropes as leverage as he shakes the cobwebs out for a moment. He looks over and notices Gloves helping Barlow to her feet. With Buster’s attention elsewhere, Warstein uses this opportunity to slowly stalk over to where Buster is standing. Without hesitation, he drops to a knee behind Buster and delivers a crouched uppercut that causes Gloves to tense up immediately, before crumpling to the mat like a sack of potatoes.
Nick Stuart: NO!
Richard Parker: Gloves is definitely going to need an aspirin in the morning.
Nick Stuart: Not like this, Buster had this match won.
Richard Parker: Guess he shouldn’t have tried to kick Barlow’s head off her shoulders.
Nick Stuart: That was not intentional.
Warstein hooks the leg as Ashley Barlow drops to the mat and starts the count…
ONE
The booing from the crown echoes in the arena as Barlow continues…
TWO
She doesn’t notice Shawn’s feet on the second rope, he knew she was at the wrong angle to notice it.
Nick Stuart: HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!
Nick noticed it. Richard covered his eyes with his hands.
THREE!
Nick Stuart: BUSTER GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!
Barlow signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Richard Parker: Split second too late, Nick.
Shawn Warstein rolls under the bottom rope, landing on his feet and stumbling back as he heads up the ramp. He clutches at the side of his face, where Buster Gloves landed that dropkick earlier. Buster Gloves just lays there in the center of the ring, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. It’s hard enough to catch your breath when a feather brushes against them, can you imagine someone’s forearm shoving them so far up your throat they bounce off your tonsils.
Yeah, he is in some serious pain.
Nick Stuart: Shawn Warstein steals a win here in our opening contest and I’m getting word that we’ve got some goings-on backstage. Let’s head there now.