Jacob Wolfe: Hello everybody, and welcome to the re-debut of Unstoppable Extreme Wrestling's Friday Night Clashing! Jacob Wolfe here, with my partners, 5-time world champion Booker T and hall-of-famer Jim Ross. Jim Ross: Thanks, Jake. We'll be kicking off tonight with a street fight, Anton Hinston vs. Mike Cole. However, this isn't just any street fight: there's a twist. Phillip Phillips, current owner of UEW, will serve as the special guest referee!Booker T: Let's get to it, dawg!
The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... from Odense, Denmark, weighing in at 200 lbs... Anton Hinston!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=py2Z41ABQDYAnd his opponent... from New York, New York, weighing in at 222 lbs... Mike Cole!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJ7SLODL4yEMaking his way to the ring... from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235 lbs... he is the special guest referee... Phillip Phillips!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wt1BvRf3E70
As soon as the bell sounded, Anton Hinston turned towards the crowd and began to work them up, taunting as they cheered him on. Mike Cole shook his head in disgust, and quickly clotheslined a distracted Anton from behind. The crowd booed as Mike smirked in his own cleverness, and began to pull Anton off the ground by his hair as he dragged himself to his feet. Cole began to rain down punches on Anton as he grabbed onto a chunk of hair, until Hinston countered and returned a punch. Mike stumbled around, and Anton nailed a back suplex then rolled over for an early cover.
1... kickout!
Anton and Mike quickly got up, and Phillip Phillips stood in the corner and watched the brawl with a grin as Anton took the upper hand, taking out Cole with a huge roundhouse kick right to the skull. Phillip's eyes followed Anton up the turnbuckle until he came down with a frogsplash, straight to Cole's... knees. Phillip clutched his head in anger until Mike Cole went for a cover, in which he slowly lowered to the ground. Despite two seconds having already passed, Phillip just began to count.
1...
kickout!
Mike Cole turned around and gritted his teeth in anger, but Phillip just shrugged innocently and began to back away as Cole turned around and began to rain down a flurry of left and right hands on Anton. Hinston tried to cover his face with his forearms, but Cole continued to wail at his arms until Phillip finally pulled him away. Phillip tried to hold him down, but Cole nailed him with a stiff back elbow and he toppled to the ground as Anton began to recover. The crowd began to boo heavily, chanting "Cole sucks!" over and over again, and he turned around and gave them the finger, not noticing Anton coming up from behind with a crossbody, sending Mike crashing into the turnbuckle. Cole stumbled around, and Anton backed away only to clothesline him back into the corner. As Mike fell to the mat, Anton slipped out of the ring and headed over towards the commentary table. He folded up a chair and pulled it into the ring with him, before setting it up as if he were to sit in it. However, instead, he lifted up Cole, shoved his head between his legs, then... Danish Dream! Onto the chair! Anton slowly rolled over and sprawled an arm over Cole. However, Phillip was still recovering. He slowly pulled himself up with the ropes, then turned around to notice Anton pinning Cole.
1... 2... kickout!
He tried to count as fast as possible, but didn't start early enough, for Mike Cole just barely managed to lift a shoulder. Anton stared, shocked, at the inhuman recovery. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair and exited the ring once more, searching for more torture devices. He flipped up the apron and began to search amongst the goodies hiding under the ring as Cole slowly recovered. With Anton's head buried under the ring, Cole slowly rolled towards the ropes. Anton, now, left from under the ring empty-handed, seemingly disappointed with the selection. Suddenly, he turned around and grinned. The steps. He began to move towards the steel staircase leading towards the ring, but Mike Cole leapt off the apron and nailed him with a knee right to the jaw. They both tumbled to the ground, but Cole was the first to make it back up, taking Anton with him. He pulled him up by the arm, transitioning into an Irish whip. However, Anton spun around, reversing the move and sending Cole flying over the steps, which fell over with him. Phillip began to follow them out of the ring. Anton slowly backed away, but it ended up being Cole he was headed for. He lifted him up and hauled him over his shoulders, preparing for a fireman's carry onto the steps. However, Cole slid out of his grasp and shoved Phillip face-first into the steel pole, who emerged bloody all over. He toppled to the ground as a crimson mask began to form. Anton stared, shocked, and didn't notice Cole coming up from behind. He jumped up and took Anton to the ground with him, nailing a Cole Finale right onto the steps. Everyone lay sprawled out on the floor, Cole stirring only slightly, Phillip completely gushing blood, and even Anton appeared to have a small gash on the back of his head from the steps. Mike, being the first to get up, seemed almost at a loss for what to do. His opponent seemed completely out of it, which would do for an easy pinfall; that is, if the ref wasn't in the same condition. Finally, he just decided to roll Anton in the ring, along with Phillip, hoping the ref would be able to get up in time seeing as, no matter how slow he counted, it was nearly impossible that Anton would manage to kickout. As Anton continued to lay motionless, breathing heavily, Cole tried to slap some sense back into Phillip, shaking his head desperately. Slowly, Phillip opened his eyes, and saw Mike Cole right in front of him, he quickly shoved him out of his face and stood up, but immediately stumbled into the ropes. He leaned against the turnbuckle for leverage as Cole scrambled for a pin. Slowly, Phillip moved to his knees, then bent over, and began to count.
1...
2...
2 1/2...
2 3/4...
2.9...
Finally, just as Phillip had hoped, Anton barely, just barely. Lifted a shoulder. Phillip grinned as he stood up, and Mike Cole turned around, full of rage. He stood up, and began advancing towards Phillip, who slowly backed into the corner. Mike Cole reeled back an arm, about to punch the lights out of the biased ref, when suddenly, he fell to the ground. It was Anton Hinston, coming back with a backslide pin! With about 10x the speed of his count for Cole, Phillip dropped to his knees and counted to 3 in about 1 second.
1, 2, 3!
Here's your winner... Anton Hinston!
The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 252 lbs... Gordon Phillips!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-58-36lSqG4And his opponent... from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 249 lbs... Cole Scorpio!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0mq3F4Dn6I
Gordon Phillips and Cole Scorpio paced the ring for a moment, until finally advancing forward and locking up. Gordon took the upper hand and rolled over into an arm wrench, but Cole spun around and countered with a headlock. However, Gordon slid out of it and went for a front facelock before finally managing to end the series of chain grappling with a DDT and finishing off with an early cover.
1... kickout!
After an unsuccessful pinfall attempt, the two quickly retaliated and began to trade punches. This time Cole managed the upper hand, and took out Gordon with a Scorpio Superkick. Gordon stumbled back and attempted to recover as Scorpio headed up the turnbuckle. He tried to maintain his balance, then slowly stood up as Gordon turned around. Phillips quickly rushed to the corner, and took down Cole with a death valley driver-type move before he could make it off the ropes. Cole writhed in pain, and Gordon pushed him back down for a pin. However, he was too close to the ropes, so he propped his feet up on the second rope.
1... kickout!
Gordon began to become visibly frustrated, and pulled Scorpio back up to his feet. He hauled Cole over his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, but Cole slipped out of it and nailed a quick backslide driver. However, Gordon rolled out of the ring to avoid former damage. He slowly paced around as he recovered, heaving out deep breaths of air. He turned around back towards the ring, just in time to be nailed with a suicide dive that drove both him and his opponent into the barricade. As Cole began to stir, the referee counted the two out.
1... 2... 3...
Cole slowly dragged himself up to his feet, with the aid of the barricade as Gordon continued to roll around in agony. Scorpio managed to stumble to his feet, but still couldn't quite stand. He leaned against the barricade to recover.
4... 5... 6...
Finally, he snapped back into it and realized he was being counted out. He grabbed Gordon and rolled him back into the ring, following close behind as the ref stopped at the count of 8. Upon re-entering the ring, Cole rolled over not-so-fellow Detroiter for a cover.
1... 2... kickout!
Gordon just barely lifted a shoulder at what was closer to a 2.9 count, and Cole began to show his frustrated. Breathing heavily, with gritted teeth, he climbed up the top rope. He lingered there for a moment, grabbing the top rope for balance as he knelt on the turnbuckle. He stared at Gordon, watching him stir like a predator stalking his prey. Gordon slowly managed back to his feet, and at almost the exact same time, Cole leapt off the turnbuckle for a shooting star press, probably aiming for his signature Shooting Star DDT. However, Gordon caught him in midair and nailed
Communism. Suddenly, a masked man came sprinting down the ramp. Gordon stopped to turn around, and even Cole managed to open his eyes to see... The Dark Angel? He's not even signed to the fed! He slid into the ring, but the ref tried to stop him. Gordon quickly took advantage of the referee's distraction to roll out of the ring and grab a chair. Silently, he slid back in and began to bash the hell out of Cole as the ref lectured Dark Angel, who desperately tried to direct the ref's attention towards Gordon's illegal action. However, the clever Phillips brother tossed the chair out of the ring just as the ref turned around, then took out Dark Angel with a rattling clothesline before covering Cole.
1... 2... 3!
Here's your winner... Gordon Phillips!Dark Angel stumbled back to his feet in a flurry of rage. Gordon turned around to The Dark Angel and smirked, clearly proud of himself. However, it's not a good idea to get on the bad side of The Dark Angel. DA hauled Gordon over his shoulders, and nailed a
Kamikaze Krash. After that, he helped Cole up and aided him out of the ring. However, Cole stopped at ringside and signaled for his former tag team partner to get him a microphone.
"Listen... this whole match was a load of bullshit. The ref is a load of bullshit. Gordon Phillips is a load of bullshit. UEW... is a load of bullshit."The crowd booed, but Cole ignored them as Dark Angel watched on, with an almost motivating look in his cold eyes.
"Is this how your business works? Just let people get away with illegal shit like that? Well that's not how I want to wrestle, if that's how it's gonna be here. I fucking quit."The Dark Angel grinned slightly and began to clap, in contrast to everyone else in the arena's boos. The two walked off, completely ignoring the less-than-enthusiastic audience as they exited the arena, no longer a part of UEW.
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