Post by Danny on Aug 7, 2019 15:42:58 GMT -6
The music hits and things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Last week we found out our two finalists in former UWF Champion Chris Jericho and former Television Champion Aleister Black. They'll compete at Heatwave to determine who moves on to the main event of Summerslam to face off against the UWF Champion!
Tom Phillips: And speaking of champions, the current Television Champion is in action as The Big Show takes on the debuting Hangman Page.
Mauro Ranallo: Also in action are the UWF Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch as they take on The World Warriors.
Corey Graves: And the tag action continues when the Samoan Strike Force wrestle The New Day.
Tom Phillips: In singles competition it’s Ultramantis Black mixing it up with Finn Balor.
Mauro Ranallo: We also have AJ Styles going toe-to-toe with Oney Lorcan and Samoa Joe versus Kevin Nash.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, the UWF Champion is in action as Vinny Marseglia clashes with Noam Dar. All this and more tonight!
The Big Show is finishing up his entrance as Tony Chimel stands in the ring to begin the announcement proceedings.
Tony Chimel: Introducing fir-
He is interrupted and shoved out of the way by Hangman Page who launches a surprise attack on the Big Show beating him down in the corner going after his knees. Big Show quickly responds by shoving him off sending the newcomer flying to the center of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Well that plan by Adam Page was a bust.
Corey Graves: Worse than a bust I think it made the giant angry.
Big Show lifts Hangman off of his feet and slaps him in the chest the sound echoing throughout the arena. He pushes Page into the corner and shushes the audience and delivers another one. Show then pulls him into the corner and delivers a backbreaker. Letting Adam Page roll out to the apron gripping onto his back in pain.
Big Show grabs onto his knee and gets to his feet, he begins taunting to the crowd. Hangman starts using the ropes to climb to his feet. As Show turns around Hangman flips over the rope for the buckshot lariat but is met with the WMD! Show Goes for the cover
1…
2…
NO
Show releases the cover pulling Page’s head off of the mat. He pulls his opponent’s limp body up to his feet, and only to send him back down with a chokeslam.
Mauro Ranallo: OH This is too much a chokeslam after a WMD! That’s cruel and unusual punishment!
Corey Graves: Well, he’s sending a message to his would be opponents at Heatwave, nothing sends a message quite like brutality.
Show puts a foot on the chest of Page.
1
2
3.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Big Show!
Show made quick work of Hangman Page and simply wipes his hands off like he just took out the trash. He doesn't bother with celebrating, simply walking off to the back as the show moves on.
The scene opens on the doors from last week, though this time there are only four doors as the distorted voices speak.
Distorted Voice: Last week, you got away with your lives, UWF. You chose a door housing Bray Wyatt instead of the New Kingdom. Well now the time has arrived to choose again.
Distorted Voice #2: Pick the right door, and you’ll be free. Pick the wrong door, and there we’ll be.
The fans start shouting out various doors as the camera pans in on one in particular as it opens.
Okada: Look, I’ve got a red balloon too!
Distorted Voice #2: Well you lucked out again, Revolution.
Distorted Voice: But Okada’s luck has just run out.
Things go black as sounds of a struggle are heard before the balloon is popped and distorted laughter follows.
señoras y señores, el siguiente mensaje ha sido pagado por Estrada Enterprises
Dissolving once again into the side of the office building, we fade from there into the third floor, Mr. Estrada’s office. Already inside sits him as well as the newest acquisition, Selina De La Renta. The two of them are sharing a drink, no words exchanged between the two yet. After a few seconds, Selina places her shot glass down onto his desk.
Selina De La Renta: ”So, Sr. Estrada, why is it that you called me here?”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Well, you still need to sign the exclusivity contract, no?”
Selina: ”Jumping to this already...no time wasted.”
Armando: ”I try not to waste much time. It’s the one thing that cannot be replaced, after all.”
Sliding a stack of papers over, Selina quickly grabs them and begins scanning.
Selina: ”Wait, a non-disclosure?”
Armando: ” Yes, do all businesses not have one in their contracts for employees?”
Selina: ”Yes, but for one so heavily involved in the wrestling business it seems...out of place.”
Armando: ”Trust me, Selina...I am involved in a lot more businesses than just wrestling. Estrada Enterprises is...multimedia, as it were.”
She continues to look through the documents, but outside of the NDA finds nothing else questionable about it.
Selina: ”Well, if this is the time to be asking questions, what other media are we talking, then?”
Armando: ”The entertainment business, mostly. Movies, for sure-”
Selina immediately catches on that, perking an eyebrow up and ready to slide the contract back over to the boss.
”Easy, easy! I do not mean those types of movies! I am a gentleman, not some twisted psycho! I’m talking legitimate movies, stuff you could buy without the wary glances of others.”
He pushes the contracts back over to Selina.
”If you were looking carefully through that, it said what those movies even were. Maybe I should just wait and let you get a lawyer to read through it…”
Selina: ”No, no I...I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
Armando: ”Oh? Eager to join, are we?”
Selina: ”Partially, yes. But...it’s strange. I don’t know what, but it is something about this company that...just feels like a success in the making.”
Armando: ”That’s what Doug said when he signed on too...strange, isn’t it? The coincidences keep on emerging.”
Selina: ”Well, I do have to hand it to you, this all seems very formal. Very...legitimate-”
Armando: ”Trust me, Selina, everything involving Estrada Enterprises is nothing but legitimate.”
Selina: ”But, if I sign here...I wish to be a bit more than just a personal interviewer.”
Armando’s interest caught, he finishes his shot and sets it on the table, pouring out another for himself.
Armando: ”Please, do go on.”
Selina: ”Well, if I may señor, it feels like these past few weeks for the Samoan Strike Force have been…”
Armando: ”Dominating? Devastating?”
Selina: ”Lackluster. Sure, Jacob and Rosey won their matches, but given who they were facing it was a no-brainer. And even then, they struggled in both matches. And as for Umaga...he should have won his match. There is absolutely no question about it, and yet he allowed it to just slip out of his hands. Your men need more focus. What have you done for them training-wise?”
Armando: ”Just the basics, but they get next-to-no time off because of it-”
Selina: ”That. That is why, they can train all they want but if all you are giving them are basics, once they get good at them they become complacent! You said this is a business, right?”
Armando: ”Of COURSE this is a business-”
Selina: ”Then each and every match your clients compete in should be seen as business. They need to be ready for a match to happen at any given moment.”
Armando’s face turns into a scowl, giving Selina a look that, if it could, would stab her in cold blood.
Armando: ”What does this have to do with you, then?”
Selina: ”I want to become their trainer, their coach or...if you will, their manager-”
Armando: ”HEY! That is my job, do you hear? I am the one that accompanies them to the ring!”
Selina: ”Relax, relax. I don’t mean when it comes to the in-ring, I mean when it comes to training. I’ll take care of their schedules, the equipment, everything. I’ll handle turning them into pure physical monsters, and all you’ve got to do is watch them win.”
Armando: ”And what experience do you have doing that?”
Selina: ”On my resume, I marked that I was an executive producer, remember? One of the jobs in that role was to train my...employees. This should be just the same, just a bit more physical, no?”
Armando: ”Okay, and how much money would you want for that, then?”
Selina: ”Just the same as this. As long as I get the job, I don’t care how much I am paid.”
After the back-and-forth between the two, Armando stops to consider the offer, Selina taking the contract back and signing it.
”As far as interviewer goes, consider me on-board. But let me know by next week about the other position. Don’t want your men to be heading into their title match complacent like these past weeks, no?”
Standing up, Selina finishes her drink and walks out, leaving Armando to ruminate now that Selina has illuminated the possibilities.”
The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
As Bálor's theme begins to play and smoke fills the top of the stage. As the song drops, Finn Bálor walks out from amongst the smoke with his jacket held open, with a huge grin on his face.
He walks slowly to reach the top of the ramp and turns around to show the back of his jacket that reads; 'The Demon King'. He struts down the ramp whilst doing the odd finger gun and fiddling with his jacket.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland. Weighing in at 180lbs, Finn Bálor!"
Finn approaches the barricade opposite the steel steps and crouches into it, resting on it for the moment. He quickly scurries away on to the apron where he spreads out his arms and leans on the ropes whilst looking deep into the crowd.
The Demon King hops over the ropes and walks around the ring like he owns the place. He takes his jacket off, throws outside of the ring and heads into a corner where he crouches down and leans for the final time.
DING! DING! DING!
The bells rings and both men circle one another. They approach and go for and elbow-and-collar tie up. Balor gets the advantage and locks him in a headlock. Mantis works his way out and gets Balor into a hammer lock. Balor goes for an elbow but Mantis ducks and lifts Balor for the back suplex, but Balor works his way out by laying the fists into the head of Ultramantis. Mantis lets go as Balor lands on his feet. Balor runs the ropes and goes for early slingblade, but Mantis catches him in a bridal carry and drops Balor onto his knee for a backbreaker!
Mauro Ranallo: Mantis already getting the better of Finn here tonight, but so far it's evenly matched.
Balor holds his back in pain as Mantis goes over to Balor and stomps the back. He continues to lay in the stomps, but Balor powers up onto a knee. Mantis looks surprised as he goes for a kick but Balor catches it. Balor gets to his feet and sweeps Mantis' other leg causing Mantis to fall on his back. Balor is still holding the leg as he goes and snaps the leg. Mantis holds his leg in pain as he works back to his feet.
Balor tells Mantis to bring it on. As Mantis runs at his with a wild haymaker! Balor ducks and both men turn to face each other as Balor goes for forearms to the head of Ultramantis but it gets cut short when Mantis throws Balor off of him. Balor bounces off the ropes and catches Mantis with a flying forearm smash! Mantis gets up, and Balor tries for another but Mantis ducks and catches under his arm and works his way around to lock in the full Nelson. The ref asks if Finn wants to tap, but he doesn't give up.
Tom Phillips: Ultramantis seems to have Balor's number here tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count out Balor here just yet, Tom!
Mantis sees this and knowing it's too early to try and end it, decides to lift Balor up for the Full Nelson Slam! Balor falls hard onto his back as he rolls onto his stomach.
Corey Graves: Nah, I think it's safe to say Balor is done. Mantis just hit his signature!
Mantis quickly gets Balor up and scoops him up for a scoop slam. He then lifts Balor into a sitting position and goes for a sliding elbow to the face and then scrambling for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT TWO!
Mauro Ranallo: Very nice combination from Ultramantis there!
Mantis is quick to be back on the attack as he gets Balor back up to his feet. He begins laying in knife edge chops into the chest of Balor that start to turn Balor's chest into mush. Balor ain't a fan of this as cause when Mantis goes for another, Balor blocks his chest with his arms causing Mantis to hold his hand from hitting some hard Finn bones. Balor then hits a jumping Enzuigiri that staggers Mantis. When Balor gets to his feet, Mantis goes for a wild swing, but Balor grabs and twists the arm. He works Mantis into a hammer lock. He then places his leg on the back of the knee of Mantis forcing him to a knee.
Tom Phillips: Tables have turned and now Mantis is in the submission.
Corey Graves: Mantis will get out of this soon enough.
The ref asks if Mantis wants to tap out, but Mantis has too much determination to give up here. Balor torques the arm and pins it to Mantis' head before launching him back. Mantis' head bounces off the mat and into a sitting position. Balor soccer kicks his back before rebounding off the ropes and hitting a shotgun dropkick!
Mauro Ranallo: Now Balor is the one hitting his signature!
Balor lifts him up and launches Mantis into the corner. Balor goes for a flying lariat, but Mantis ducks and rolls out the ring.
Mantis is trying to recoup on the outside. Balor patiently waits as the ref begins the count. By the count of 3, Mantis is ready to get back into this and begins to climb back in the ring but Balor comes and hits him with a baseball slide kick sending Mantis back to the outside. The crowd boos as they suspect Balor is trying to get a countout victory.
Corey Graves: Very smart play by Balor. Just take out the countout win. A victory is a victory!
4!
Mantis is trying to get back to his feet.
5!
Mantis is on his knee shaking off the cobwebs.
6!
Mantis is pulling himself with the apron but Balor comes running for another baseball slide! Mantis sees this and gets out of the way. He grabs Balor's legs and drags him out the ring. Balor lands hard onto the floor as Mantis lifts him up and launches him into the barricade. Balor crashes hard as Mantis gets him back up and slams his face into the steel steps. He then rolls Balor into the ring. Mantis gets to the top rope and STEALS BALOR'S COUP DE GRACE! HE HITS IT!
Mauro Ranallo: HE JUST STOLE BALOR'S FINISHER! THIS HAS TO BE IT!
Tom Phillips: Insult to injury!
Corey Graves: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Phillips!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!
Balor isn't going to go down to his own move. And Mantis just sits up as Balor is breathing heavily struggling to stay in this match. Mantis gets up and brings Balor to his feet. He goes for the rolling unprettier, but Balor counters it last moment with a backstabber! Mantis holds the back in pain as Balor looks to end this. He sets up Ultramantis Black in the perfect position of the Coup De Grace. He sluggishly climbs to the top rope as he does his theatrics before he goes for it. He jumps to hit it but Mantis rolls towards the corner causing Balor to hit nothing and to roll through!
Tom Phillips: Balor misses!
When Balor gets up Mantis is there to meet him with a gut kick and into an underhook position! Balor struggles to get out of it as Mantis looks to the crowd to also boos like Balor. He lifts Balor up for the Praying Mantis Bomb! The camera pans to Balor look of fear as he knows this is the end! Mantis drops him! He flips Balor over and goes for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: IT'S GOT TO BE OVER!
Corey Graves: Goodnight, Balor!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ULTRAMANTIS BLACK!
Mauro Ranallo: Much needed win for Ultramantis Black for the power rankings here tonight.
Corey Graves: And another loss for Balor, and it makes you think about what he has to do to find his footing in this company once more.
Ultramantis Black rolls out the ring as he looks to the crowd as they rain boos on him, not cause he beat Finn, just because they don't like him, and likewise for Finn. He walks up the ramp as Revolution rolls on.
The scene opens to see the Intercontinental Championship standing up on a table and a lone clock ticking methodically. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.
The clock stops suddenly as a crash is heard, probably breaking said clock. Suddenly, the Intercontinental Championship gets swept up off the table, and so does the camera. The camera shakes a lot, and doesn’t show too much, but suddenly it’s placed up on top of a counter, facing out to Adrian Neville. He then backs up to make sure he’s in a fine shot of the camera.
Adrian Neville: Tick-Tock doesn’t it piss you off?! Time going over and over, so predictable yet so annoying. It annoys people because it’s constant, it doesn’t go away. Time is always there. Such as it goes down, and before you know it’s gone for you. Much like one Oney Lorcan. So typically there to make sure I didn’t beat the UWF Champion.
Yet inevitable, predictable... frustrating. That’s what it is at the core. Completely infuriating. You try so hard to make something happen, and then someone has to come along and tamper! And it’s bullshit! Pure, shit. But one unlike time, I’ve got fate in my hands when I face Oney Lorcan, no restrictions, no inevitabilities, fair game.
Neville looks down slightly at his championship and raises it up slightly so the camera can see it. He slaps his hand against the face of it and speaks.
When I took this of the Velveteen Dream I hated the idea of this. A possession to prove that you mean shit, well I think it’s a perfect possession for me to have around my waist. I don’t need to be the face of the company to have my worth, and here it is in gold and blue. Despite my strongest efforts, people continue to doubt my ability in the squared circle.
I will promise to you to lay that to rest at Heatwave, and hell, I’ll go forward to Summerslam and prove it again! And all the other ones after! I’ll never stop until everyone recognises how great I am. It won’t happen. At Heatwave, this precious title isn’t leaving me. Not for anything in the world, let alone scum like Oney.
The camera cuts off and flashes as the footage seems to have finished, and Revolution goes on.
The live feed cuts to the backstage area where officials are crowded around Kevin Nash who is lying on the ground clutching his knee
Official: Who did this? Nash who did this to you?
Camera looks around down the halls and shows Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa turning the corner with a steel pipe in their hand. Revolution rolls on...
'Demi-Gods' hits and the Phenomenal AJ Styles comes out from the back. Styles walks up the ramp and he looks into the crowd. The fans give a mix reaction as Styles goes and he throws up the P1
Styles puts his hands down and he walks down the ramp. Styles is looking around as the crowd and he looking to get psyched up for the challenge in hand. AJ always loved hearing the emotion from the UWF Universe. Styles goes and he slides into the ring and than Tony Chimel begins to speak
Tony Chimel: Already in the ring from Gainseville, Georgia. The Phenomenal A...J…..Styles
Styles follows what Chimel says and he spreads his arms out as a flux of pyro begins to shoot off from the stage. Styles smiles and he looks into the camera and starts to talk into it as it zoom closes too it. Styles begins to jump in the ring getting excited for the match to start.
Dropkick Murphy’s “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” begins to blare through the arena’s speakers, as do a series of cheers from the audience in attendance. From behind the curtain emerges the Boston Butcher himself, Oney Lorcan-
BUT NEVILLE COMES CHARGING FROM BEHIND AND ATTACKS LORCAN!
A brawl breaks out between the two, but the sneak attack from Neville gives him a clear advantage as he begins to beat Oney down, throwing him down the ramp. Oney crashes down against the mats, and Neville grabs him, bringing him to his feet once more before then tossing him shoulder-first against the ring steps!
Mauro Ranallo: ”A despicable, deplorable attack from Neville! How is Oney expected to compete tonight after this?”
Corey Graves: ”I don’t know but what I see right now is a genius move on the part of the IC Champion. He’s softening Oney up before their title match!”
Referees and backstage officials rush down and swarm the scene, ordering the IC champ to leave in which he complies. Medics begin trying to treat Oney, but he shoves them off instead and simply gets inside the ring. The referee walks over, trying to check on him, but he has none of it and just orders for him to ring the bell. Hesitantly, the referee tells this to the medics who begin to leave the ringside area, and he motions for the bell to be rung.
As soon as it sounds, Oney comes flying out of his corner and begins to pummel AJ, european uppercut after uppercut after uppercut is thrown. He moves back and Styles staggers out of the corner, but manages to dodge the lariat thrown at him and counters it with a Pele Kick! Oney crumples to the mat, and Styles seems ready to call it already as he hops out to the apron.
Tom Phillips: ”I admire Oney’s attempt at a fight but I really don’t think it was smart to have gone into this match. Oney could always fight another day.”
Corey Graves: ”Yep, but he let his pride get the best of him, and now AJ is simply taking advantage!”
Oney staggers up to his feet, dazed and confused, and turns around right into a Phenomenal Forearm! Styles wastes no time going for a cover.
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
.....THREE!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER, A...J…..STYLES!”
Styles throws up the P1 once more in celebration, medics coming back down to check on Oney as the feed goes elsewhere...
Scene fades to last week after Jericho vs Woods; Woods comes bursting through the back. He's visibly pissed off after the commentary put him over for what he didn't want to be put over for. Kofi and Big E try to calm him down but he can't be tamed.
Xavier Woods: I GUESS HE WAS RIGHT! I'M JUST A BIG OL' USELESS SACK OF NOTHING!
Kofi Kingston: Woods, calm down, we got our whole careers we will get another shot.
Xavier Woods: DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE TITLES! THIS IS ABOUT JERICHO, AND EVERYONE ELSE BEING RIGHT!
Woods takes a sigh as he calms a bit.
Xavier Woods: I'm no main eventer. Underdogs don't exist. It's all false. He was right. Things… Things need to change. Every big opportunity we have received, we have let it slip through our fingers. It comes to the point to where we need to decide what the problem is? Cause now, we're going to continuously fall down the card from here. We've already peaked!
Big E grabs Xavier by the shirt as Woods tried to walk away. He turns him around and looks at him with the most serious face E has ever done. No wide eyes, no joking around. Just one hundred percent seriousness.
Big E: Now you're going to listen to me and listen to me close. WE HAVE NOT PEAKED! We have just begun. There will always be obstacles trying to knock us off the mountain. Yeah, we're down at the bottom of the mountain again. We're back at square one. Fighting Boars and people the size of pigs. But so what? We didn't come here to be champions, we didn't come here to claim we're the best, those are just the luxuries of it all… Austin, we came here to entertain them, and to have a good time. Now, what is the New Day about?
Woods just stares at E with a pout.
Big E: Positivity. We stand for positivity. We want to brighten people's days-
Xavier Woods: Yeah, I sure brightened up the days of all that crowd when I let Jericho win.
Kofi Kingston: You didn't let him win anything. You clearly gave it your all. You took him to his limits, he could barely stand by the end of it. And I'm telling you right now, you and him, you two aren't done. There's still plenty of pages left in yall's book that need to be written, and how can that be if you're gonna walk away from it all? Tell me that?
Woods looks down as he mutters.
Xavier Woods: I can't.
Kofi Kingston: What?
Xavier Woods: I CAN'T.
Kofi Kingston: We know what you were trying to suggest. You want us to take the route of Grado and Boar, but you know we're better than that. We can win the right way, we have won the right way!
Xavier Woods: Have we? Have we really? All our big opportunities came by luck or someone helping us out. Do we really have what it takes to be here? Maybe I should just quit and leave it all and go back to getting my PhD.
Big E: I seriously don't like hearing you talk like that. All this negativity and self doubt. It's not what we're about.
Xavier Woods: I just… I don't get it. We had the big time trainer in the Velveteen Dream, I had you guys. The odds weren't in our favour but I could've sworn this was our big break.
Kofi Kingston: Woods, you're a future main eventer. It's just not your time yet. We will get to the top of the mountain. This is just a minor setback. We're the New Day, baybee! We recover from stuff like this.
Woods nods his head.
Xavier Woods: You're right, you're so right. We'll rebound. I'll get my comeuppance on, Jericho.
Woods then notices the camera filming him and directs his attention to it.
Xavier Woods: Jericho, you were the better man this night, but you gotta know, you and I, we're far from done. This is just one of our many chapters, and when I finally beat you, it's gonna be so damn cathartic. And I'm rooting for Aleister Black to go all the way. So, yeah, Black, good luck against Morrison, and if you win, please Black Mass Jericho's head off for me.
Woods winks as he has a slight smile on his face.
Kofi Kingston: There we go! Now come on, Woods, we got some luggage to now unpack now that we're out of this tournament anyways.
The New Day look around each other and all nod in unison as they know what needs to be done. The scene fades into a harbour with the New Day standing on the pier as they hold a tied up Velveteen Dream sitting in his wheelchair. He's trying to talk but he has a rag tied around his mouth. All he can do is make noises as he struggles to get out.
Xavier Woods: Well, Dream. This is the end of the road for us. It's like we hardly got to spend any time with each other. Never got to play video games, record you for my channel or anything. It sucks but your blackmail sucks a lot more. You already turned us into murderers, so we won't have any sympathy for you.
Big E: I ain't gonna miss him one bit. He may have been black, but he's no brother. The man's full of himself.
Kofi Kingston: For reals.
Xavier Woods: Who wants to do the honours?
Big E: OOO! ME! ME!
With that, Big E grabs the handle of the wheelchair and runs full speed towards the ocean.
Velveteen Dream: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!
SPLASH!
Xavier Woods: Good Riddance!
Kofi Kingston: Dreamy Dream is going swimming with the fishes tonight, BAYBEE!
Big E: I feel this isn't the last we've seen of him.
Xavier Woods: We tied him up, strapped him to a wheelchair and down into the ocean. How isn't this the last time we've seen of him?
Big E: I don't know, I just feel like he'll be back like the terminator.
Kofi Kingston: Don't be silly. Now let's get out of here.
The New Day walk up the pier and off into the night as the scene fades out.
LAST WEEK AFTER THE MAIN EVENT
Things open on Vinny being filmed in grayscale as he’s got his hands in his hair looking angry.
Vinny Marseglia: Suzuki, you’ve just guaranteed that your death certificate be signed, sealed, and delivered at Heatwave with that attack! I know you were counting on that putting me down so that you could become UWF Champion by default but that song you played on guitar wasn’t quite the funeral dirge you were expecting! I’m standing once again and I’m angry! Angered by the taste and feeling of this mist and my own blood, angered by you attacking me in the only way you know how by coming from behind, and angered because you think your win is a sure thing!
But the only thing that’s for sure is I’m going to keep you from standing come Heatwave, and not just for ten seconds, I’m talking about forever and always! So mark that day on the calendar as your last breathing, and your last with your flesh intact also. In other words, say farewell!
Vinny punches the screen and cracks it as things head elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner and await the prey.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
The fans pop once the music hits and the reigning and defending UWF Tag Team Champions come out with their titles firmly around their waists. They're full of energy as they both dance at the top of the stage, much to the delight of the fans.
After a quick little dance session, they walk down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans before walking into the ring. They both hold their titles high overhead to another pop before handing them off to the official and heading to their corner to quickly talk strategy before the bell.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, it is decided in the corner of the UWF Tag Team Champions that Sami will start the match as Becky steps through the ropes and takes her place on the apron. In the corner of the World Warriors, it is decided Grado will start the match as Boar steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. The two men approach each other as Sami seizes his collarbone as Grado seizes as well but connects with a thumb to the eye instead of locking up.
As Sami clutches at his eye, Grado stomps on his foot, then throws an elbow to the gut and applies a Side Headlock but Sami lands a punch to the lower back and pushes him into the ropes. Grado stops himself on the ropes as Sami slides between his legs and pops up on the apron, turning quickly and grabbing Grado’s head, dropping from the apron as the former Hardcore Champion’s throat takes the force and he’s sent backward towards the opposite ropes clutching his throat and coughing.
Zayn sprints around the ring and leaps onto the apron on the side where Grado is and dives through the ropes looking to tackle his opponent but Grado hooks his head and goes for a DDT but Sami manages to hold his position and Grado just takes a back bump. Grado kips up but Sami is back to standing straight as he grabs Grado like you would for a Rock Bottom and flips backwards, connecting with a C4!
Tom Phillips: Well Becky said Sami would be ready but this is incredible!
Mauro Ranallo: They’ve scouted each other impressively quite a few times already.
Corey Graves: Yeah but how long is Grado going to go hold-for-hold before he starts fighting dirty?
Sami gets up, waiting for Grado to do the same as Grado, much like Zayn did earlier in the match, signals for a lock-up. Sami lunges at Grado as Grado lunges as well but once again Grado goes for the thumb to the eye but this time Sami got his hand in the way as he punches Grado in the rib with his other hand. Grado holds his rib as Sami delivers a knee to the stomach then winds his leg back as far as he can and swings it back forward, kicking Grado in the bottom of the chin like his head was a soccer ball as Grado’s head rocks back and he spits a mix of blood, saliva, and what appears to be a tooth on his way down to the mat, his back and head hitting with a loud thud.
Sami jogs the short distance between them and connects with a Running Senton to add insult to injury as he lies there after impact is made and props himself up, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Grado gets the shoulder up just as it looks like it’s curtains for him as Sami gets up and creates some distance between them. Grado climbs to his feet a bit dazed as Sami goes for a kick but Grado smacks it away and connects with a straight punch, then another, then a few more before adding the piece de resistance Bionic Elbow to connect with the Grado Shuffle as Sami falls to a seated position. Sami goes to get up but Grado hits him with another Bionic Elbow to knock him back down.
Zayn gets up again, this time blocking the elbow, but Grado kicks him in the stomach and hits him with the Stevenson Stunner!
Tom Phillips: Grado channeling his inner Stone Cold here!
Mauro Ranallo: And Mamma Mia, he put some STANK on it!
Corey Graves: Do me a favor and don’t say that ever again, Mauro.
Instead of going for the pin, Grado heads over and tags in the Proletariat Boar as the two men switch places. Boar grabs Sami and pulls him to his feet but Sami headbutts him hard, then turns and leaps for his corner as he tags in Becky. Boar charges Becky but she uses his momentum against him and hurls him with a Deep Arm Drag. Because of their positioning, Boar is slung into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Becky rolls him up.
ONE!
NO!
Boar kicks out as Becky steps away. As Boar gets up, he turns to face Becky who connects with a Lou Thesz Press and starts laying into him with fierce punches to cheers from the crowd. Lynch gets up after several are thrown as Boar sits up, Becky going for a kick to the side of the head but he falls back quickly to avoid, then rolls Becky up.
ONE!
NO!
Becky manages to kick out as Boar steps away to create some distance, sizing her up for a Gore. He takes off and goes for it but Lynch leaps over him and comes down, catching him and rolling through into another pin!
ONE!
T...NO!
Boar gets the shoulder up as Becky again creates some distance, Boar getting to a vertical base angrily. He walks up to Lynch and throws a punch but Becky grabs his arm and starts trying to maneuver him down toward the mat to more cheers from the crowd. As this goes on, Tessa reaches into the ring and pulls on Becky’s ankle. As Lynch looks at her, she has her hands up suggesting she didn’t do anything as Becky shoots her a mean look.
Meanwhile Boar gets his arm free as he socks Lynch in the jaw with a cheap shot. He fires off another to the stomach as he hooks Becky’s head and goes to hoist her up but she’s gone dead weight and he can’t lift her. Lynch connects with a shot to the stomach of her own and brings Boar down with a Becksploder, holding the grip after impact and bridging backward into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Grado has run into the ring and stomped on Becky to break up the cover. He exits the ring to boos from the crowd as he returns to the apron. Lynch is up as she tags in Sami, who leaps over the top rope into the ring and the first thing he does is rush the World Warriors’ corner and hit Grado with a Helluva Kick that knocks him off the apron.
Tom Phillips: Well Sami wasn’t about to let Grado get away with that one!
Sami turns to face Boar as he connects with a Gore! Zayn lies there holding his ribs as Boar begins stomping on them. Between stomps, Sami kips up as Boar retreats from the ring, Zayn following after. The chase goes for one lap around the ring before Boar begins a second but Zayn stops unbeknownst to his opponent and as Boar comes around the corner, Sami blasts him with a kick through the opening in the ropes and ring post!
With Boar down, Zayn walks over and grabs him, rolling him into the ring and then sliding in after. Sami gets to his feet and tags Becky back in as she turns Boar and applies the Dis-Arm Him! The Proletariat struggles in the hold but feels his arm about to snap as he starts tapping furiously but no call is made, and soon it’s seen that Tessa Blanchard is up on the apron distracting the official by arguing with him.
Becky releases the hold and charges Tessa, grabbing her and dropping down to her knees, causing Tessa to fall throat first over the rope before being whiplashed back to the floor below. Meanwhile, while this was going on, Boar gets to his feet as he connects with a Gore! He goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Becky moves her leg onto the rope as the official stops counting and orders Boar to get up as he does and he and the referee start arguing. Lynch tags out to Sami as he comes in and grabs Boar, hitting him with the Blue Thunder Bomb! Sami decides to take advantage of the earlier submission as he applies the Koji Clutch. Grado, meanwhile, is busy checking on Tessa as Boar taps out!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch!
As the champs celebrate their win, Grado enters the ring and blasts Becky in the back of the head with one of the Tag Titles as he throws it down and exits quickly. Sami looks at him angrily as he checks on Becky as Revolution continues.
Revolution heads to the back where we see Oney Lorcan leaning on a piece of backstage equipment with one hand, covered in sweat, tired, and likely in quite a bit of pain from his beatdown earlier, too. From one corner, Byron Saxton appears with a microphone in hand and sticks it right in Lorcan’s face.
Byron Saxton: “Oney, we saw what happened to you out there last night; Neville ambushed you again, this time on the ramp. What are your thoughts—”
Oney raises his head, and looks Byron right in the eye with a venomous look—
Oney Lorcan: “What are my thoughts?”
Oney forcefully snatches the microphone from Byron’s hand, and shoves him out of camera’s frame, onto the floor. Oney then turns to the camera with the same venomous look.
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Oney Lorcan: “You want one of my thoughts? Here’s one for you: Fuck off, Byron. Don’t come interview me after one of my matches, after I’ve been beat down, humiliated, and embarrassed, and stick this stupid microphone literally right in my face, and expect a full-fledged interview like I’m not a human that just wants some time alone after all of that bullshit. And before anyone says it, this isn’t a heel turn; no, I’m just angry. I’m sick of Adrian Neville. I’m sick of him attacking me from behind. I’m sick of him and his stupid, ugly face, and I’m sick of him watering down the Intercontinental Title, that’s been held by so many greats, that is now held by a clown, with his stupid, wrinkled up pieces of paper that say I suck, typed up in comic sans.”
Oney Lorcan: “Noam Dar thought I was sick of him, but he was wrong. You can’t hate Noam Dar that much, because as much of a piece of shit he is, he’s at least a funny piece of shit, you know? Almost in an endearing sort of way. I’m sick of Adrian Neville. He exists purely in the UWF to make everyone’s lives miserable, and to bring everyone down with him to his level. I guess that’s called the “Neville Level”, isn’t it? Fine, then. I’ll go to your level, Neville, and I’ll drag you even lower than that. I’m going to teach you, Hell, Neville. My disgust won't be a psychological tool for you to use against me, Neville, like Dar thought it would be; my disgust, my hatred grants me strength, it grants me freedom, it grants me power. Heatwave’s namesake won’t do justice for the heaves of shit I’m going to bring to you, the waves of hellfire-laced fury that I will use to incinerate you and PURGE everything that you are. After this is all said and done, I just hope you’ll have learned your lesson, and that’s that ONEY RULES, and there's no beat down you can give me that'll change that. Now, get that camera out of my face.”
As Oney orders the camera away, marching towards it intimidatingly, the camera flips to the side where it cuts to black. Likewise, Revolution heads elsewhere.
Our scene cuts away from the hard hitting in ring action, before we slowly shift our camera to the imagery of one of UWF's cockiest talents; Maxwell Jacob Friedman. His location is obviously away from the arena tonight as he musters a sarcastic expression across his face.
We have no indication as to exactly where MJF is, but it appears he has a little bit to get off his chest. The young, cocky, brash talent waste no time in spreading some harsh words.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
I know it's a travesty, but I'm not in the arena tonight. As much as I would love nothing more than to see each, and everyone of you out of shape slobs, I reluctantly have chosen to reside in my home for until the Heatwave event. Not because I have any fear of all the other jealous men in the locker room, who simply can't stand that I'm moving up the ladder at a record pace. Oh, far from it. You see, nerds; MJF made the choice to stay home tonight as a way for him to do some studying on his three opponents come Heatwave. Now, as I teamed with Chris Brookes last week; I can safely say I don't have a problem with the guy. As a matter o'fact, I think he's one of the few men in this company I can rely on. A good card to have in my back pocket in case the devils reject reject in Jimmy Havoc attempts to get out of hand, or the walking injury that is Shibater tries to start something; I can ensure he'll take the blunt of the offense for me. And for that, Chris has a friend in me.
MJF adorns a smile that practically says: "You can trust me." as he gives a small thumbs up to the camera. As if to send a message directly to Chris Brookes. He shrugs his shoulders though as he paces back and forth in what appears to be his room.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
After all. Do you nerds actually think for two seconds that I actually have to research any of my opponents? I'm Salt of the Earth, I'm sort of a big deal. And while you consider the following; I have a question to ask all you out of shape morons. Who is the future of this company? Who is the best professional wrestler in the world today? Who is going to walk into Heatwave, defeat three other men, and then go on to embarrass the Lard Show? Of course you pencil neck geeks know the answer, but for those sleeping under a rock, MJF is the man to beat. I'm the man who's going to change this entire company for the better. And when I do walk into Heatwave, and I do beat three other men, don't say I didn't warn you. As this is an entire message to the UWF roster. I've heard the praise, and I've heard the hate from some of our "boys". And that's fine. I can't wait to prove each, and everyone of those naysayers wrong. Because like it or not, I am the future of this company. I'm the man UWF is going to build around, after all? I'm a corner stone. I'm the man who's changing the world, with each loser at a time. There is nobody on this planet who can touch me. I am above each, and every competitor that quote on quote is at the top of the card. I am better than those "hard working" performers. To make a long story short; I'm better than each and every wrestler in this company...and you know it!
MJF would finish with one of his signature phrases as he disgusted scoffs as he exits the room, allowing the scene to slowly fade to black.
"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!
Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.
Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for his opponent.
WOLFPAC IN DA HOUUUUUUUSE!
The crowd erupts in cheers as the Wolf howl echoes throughout the arena, however as the music plays on there doesn't seem to be any sign of Kevin Nash. Half a minute into the song and the cheers have turned to concern, until Nash eventually comes through the curtain, hobbling along in clear pain following the vicious assault that he was a victim of earlier on in the show.
Tony Chimel: And from Detroit, Michigan, weighing three hundred and twenty eight pounds... Big Sexy... Kevin Nash!
The Outsiders member manages to perform the trademark Too Sweet gesture with his left hand as he starts to limp down the ramp.
Tom Phillips: The bravery of Kevin Nash knows no bounds it seems. Still coming out here for his scheduled match despite being jumped earlier by the cowardly G.O.D.
Corey Graves: Oh come on Phillips, nothing physical was caught on camera. Just because Loa and Tonga were at the scene doesn't mean they did the deed, they were probably just passing by at the time. And besides, this isn't bravery on Nash's part, it's stupidity!
Nash reaches the outside of the ring and slowly climbs up the steel steps, but is unable to perform his trademark over the top rope entrance, and instead has to struggle through the middle rope, much to the mild amusement of Joe who is watching on from the opposite corner. As Nash finally enters the squared circle, the referee is hesitant to start the match due to Big Sexy's condition. He voices his concerns,, but Nash just shrugs him off and demands that the match go ahead as planned.
Mauro Ranallo: I do admire the heart and tenacity of Kevin Nash, but I'm inclined to agree with Graves' point. Going up against someone like Samoa Joe when you're not 100% is not a wise move, especially when you consider just how angry and ruthless Joe is at present.
*Bell Ring x3*
The referee calls for the bell, and Joe flies in a breakneck speed to deliver a brutal kick to Nash's mid-section which knocks the big man down to the mat. Joe then adopts the full mounted position and delivers a combination of hard and fast strikes to Big Daddy Cool, focusing in particular on the torso and injured leg. The man in control transitions slightly and begins to go for the same spots with but with only his right elbow this time. Eventually Joe let's up and returns to his feet. He takes a moment to listen to the boos from the crowd as the referee goes to check on Nash.
Mauro Ranallo: Joe is like an animal that's just been let out of the cage. You'd be a fool to go anywhere near him.
Corey Graves: Well after that farcical exit he had from the King of the Ring tournament, are you really that surprised?
Joe watches on as the referee asks Nash if he's okay to continue, to which Nash acknowledges and shoves his hand out of his way. The Samoan Submission Machine allows Nash to slowly return to his feet before hinting that he's willing to give him a free hit, much to the surprise of everyone.
Tom Phillips: Joe is now just toying with Nash it seems, and given the circumstances I'd say it's completely uncalled for.
Nash struggles back to his feet and notices Joe motioning with his hands that he's willing to grant him a chance to attack. Nash appears frustrated and confused, but with zero interest in passing up an opportunity he clubs Joe with a right hook, slightly stunning him. The crowd cheers for Nash, but as he goes for another shot, Joe ducks out of the way, grabs a hold of Nash, quickly moves behind and locks in the Coquina Clutch.
Mauro Ranallo: The Coquina Clutch is locked in, and this could spell the end for Nash.
As Joe locks the grip in, Nash is starting to fade but still keeps his arms moving. Keen to inflict more pain, Joe transitions the hold to the ground. Yanking the neck of Nash, Joe yells at the top of his lungs in anger. Nash's arms eventually stop moving, and once it's become apparent that he's no longer in a responsive state, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell...
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by submission, Samoa Joe!
Although the contest has ended, Joe appears to have no intention of letting the hold go. The referee tries to break it up but can't overpower the former International Champion. Another official comes running into the ring in order to provide support to his colleague, and eventually they are able to pry Joe off of the fallen Nash. Joe then shoves one of them away in frustration, certainly showing that he's got no time or respect for UWF officials at present, before returning to deliver a hard right hit above Nash's left eyebrow which cuts the former tag team champion open. The ticked off crowd makes their feelings known as Joe rises to his feet once more..
Mauro Ranallo: Joe had only one goal here tonight, to make Nash suffer.
Corey Graves: All Joe's doing is following up on his statement from last week Mauro. Converting guys with aspirations into broken bodies, and Nash is just the first of what will surely be many!
Joe's outro music begins to play and the leader of G.O.D. exits the ring and surveys his latest canvas of destruction before making his way up the ramp whilst the officials check on Nash.
The cameras move backstage and are seen moving down the corridor in the direction of one Noam Dar, who doesn't look best pleased by it's arrival...
Noam Dar: What?....What dae you want?
Interviewer: Well usually Noam we see you putting on an out of the box feature for the show, and we were just wondering what sort of thing you had planned for this week?
The Scottish Supernova sighs in frustration at having questions forced on him, but still plays ball with an answer.
Noam Dar: What I originally had planned for this week if you must know was respite! Considering I didn't get a chance tae enjoy any last week thanks tae Rot Hall and Kevin Trash getting up in my coupon, doing something incredibly similar tae what you're doing right now. It's the height of bad manners for a start, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised by it, considering those two have never had any respect or regard for anyone other than themselves. This whole turning over a new leaf thing is just an act, attention seeking at it's finest. But if Big Kev wants tae play the good guy at Heatwave that's fine, because I won't be giving any niceties in return, and he'll have tae learn the hard way that it's sometimes best just tae keep your gob shut. That's also some pretty solid advice for you as well, what's your name twerp?
Interviewer: It's Donovan.
Dar is suddenly stunned into silence...
Noam Dar:....You've got a last name for a first name...Dae your parents hate you or something?
Donovan: Well, no but I don't really have a sa...
Noam Dar: Zip it dorkchop! In fact, that's what I'm gonna start calling you from now on, I mean it's definitely an improvement, and hey it might even lead tae more interview opportunities for you further down the line. So you're welcome Dorkchop, now why don't you now show me what you've really got on the question front and ask me something about my big match this evening with Vinny Marshmallow?
'Dorkchop': Okay... Tonight you're facing off against the UWF Champion Vinny Marseglia, a man who is well known for his ruthless and vicious approach to...
Noam Dar: Stop! Stop! Stop! What the hell was that!? First of all, that's not even his name, and second, you're supposed tae be asking me a question, not bigging him up!
'Dorkchop': But he's the champ...
Noam Dar: Shut up! Just give me the damn mic...
Dar then rips the microphone away from Dorkchop's hand, pushes him out of the way and stares directly down the camera lens before resuming.
Noam Dar: Vinny... I get that you've got a lot on your plate at the moment, what with the army of Japan trying tae rain fire upon you at every turn. But don't think for one second that you'll have it easy tonight when we wage a little war of our own. See the opportunities for the newer guys tae face the older guys at the very top of the mountain are often few and far between, meaning you've got tae take the chance when it comes along. So believe me when I say that I'm not here tae lie down for you, cause if anything it should be you lying down for me! Think about it, it'll dae your chances of retaining against Suzuki the world of good for starters. But whether you dae or not still doesn't give you a stonewall guarantee that you'll be the last man standing at Heatwave. After tonight however, one thing which everyone will know for certain is that there's a hungry new shark around who's here tae feast on all that resides in the deeper waters of the UWF!
After taking a small step back, Dar shoves the microphone back towards Dorkchop who then starts to walk off.
Noam Dar: Honestly... This sort of thing wouldn't be happening if Scoops McCallahan just started returning my goddamn calls!
Dar then starts shaking his head in disgust as the camera feed transitions to another part of the building...
The scene opens on Vinny sitting backstage being filmed from the side as he looks offscreen.
Vinny Marseglia: Noam Dar, as I’ve warned you, tonight you’re stepping into the ring with a very angry man. The attack from Desperado and Suzuki was a week ago and I’m still seeing red, but I want to see more of it from their bodies as well as your body, Noam. You view yourself as one of the catalysts to what many see as a foregone conclusion: my losing the UWF Championship. You’re planning to soften me up so that I can’t win in hopes to not only make a statement and stick it to me, but also in hopes that Suzuki will give you a charitable shot. Well...
There will be no charity for you. There will be nothing positive or beneficial coming out of this for you, Noam, and you can bank every ounce of overconfidence you’ve got on that. Whether you say farewell to your flesh or experience the Redrum, or both, or more: I’m defeating you tonight. And then it’ll be time to get ready for the Last Man Standing match at Heatwave, where I’m bringing a special weapon.
Things fade to black as Vinny laughs maniacally.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR THE NEW DAY AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!
They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. E gets up, and they excitedly wait for the match to start.
Tony Chimel: And Introducing their opponents...
Out from the back walks Armando Alejandro Estrada, no music playing. Instead, just making his way into the ring, microphone in hand.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: "Señoras y señores, ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to the new demolition crew of the UWF, to those who will actively destroy who stands before them! WELCOME, THE SAMOAN STRIKE FORCE!"
Out walk Umaga Fatu, Rosey Anoa'i, and Jacob Fatu, all walking in unison to the ring. They approach the steel steps, Umaga first, who lets out a roar to the crowd before walking up the steps, pounding on the top step as he walks up to it, being followed by Rosey and Jacob. They get into the ring and stand behind Armando. The referee then approaches Armando, informing him of who is in this match but he shrugs it off, seeming to ignore the referee before then turning around to inform his clients. They silently leave, leaving only that who competes inside the ring.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and after a discussion, it is decided that Jacob and Kofi would start things off, both men walk to the center of the ring when suddenly Jacob starts charging Kofi looking for a clothesline but Kofi ducks just in time and when Jacob turns around he gets a double hand chop, but Jacob is unphased and with a smirk on his face he kicks Kofi in the gut and grabs his neck before driving him headfirst into the corner! he takes a few steps back and returns with a handspring back elbow! Kofi is somehow still standing and barely stumbles out of the corner, actually scratch that he's not standing cause Fatu just flipped him upside with a huge lariat, well at least he'll get a chance to relax while he's on the ground, wait wrong again, the Samoan Werewolf just dropped all of his 285 lbs on Kofi's back with a huge splash, I wonder what the commentators would have to say about this
Mauro Ranallo: A great start for the Samoan Strike Force here! are they looking at an easy day in the office?
Tom Phillips: I don't know if you can have an easy day at the office, what with Dwight and Jim's pranks, Andy's anger problems and Michael's bad managing
Corey Graves: Phillips please never open your mouth for anything that isn't food or water for the rest of your life, that show was is and always will be overrated and every day is an easy day in the office when you're the Samoan Strike Force.
That show really is garbage Corey, anyway while they were chatting Jacob picked up Kofi and threw him back into the corner and got up on the second rope to start raining punches, Kofi is using an umbrella tho and is able to block most if not all and use the time to recover, after a series of punches and in the second that Fatu takes to catch his breath Kofi slips out and kicks him in the knee armpit thing you know what I'm talking about, he follows that up by taking a few steps back and returning at full speed with a dropkick to Jacob's jaw! Jacob rolls out of the corner clutching at his jaw but is quick to get back to his feet even angrier than before and he goes for another clothesline and Kofi again ducks but this time he starts kicking Fatu's leg like it was Fujita and he's the god damn ax murderer! (google it (you too Crann))
Jacob tries to grab a hold of Kofi but every time he extends his arms Kofi kicks him in the leg and the pain shocks him, this goes on for a while until Fatu just says phuck it and superkicks Kofi with his other, healthy leg! having put all of his thicc weight on a bad leg causes Jacob to fall and experience a feeling known as pain, it was new to him, also Kofi was knocked down by the superkick but he's still got enough energy in him to crawl over and tag Big E in! E charges and drops the unsuspecting Rosey, then as Jacob is getting up he charges him and drops him with a body block! he falls on top of him for the first pin attempt of the match
1....
t...
NO!
Jacob pushes E away and sits up to get up but as he does the big one can grab him mid-getting up and lock him in the abdominal stretch! he then starts sharing the love by spanking him! which has zero effect whatsoever but I don't kink shame, I'm pretty sure Fatu does tho as the second E starts spanking him he starts grinding his elbow against E's thigh which is painful af you should try that which makes him loosen the hold and he is able to hip toss E to fully escape it, he almost immediately gets back to his feet tho just to meet a thrust directed at his throat! the strike stuns E long enough for Fatu to tag in Rosey and it's HOSS time
As soon as Rosey enters the ring he hits ee (that's how I call him now fight me) with yet another throat thrust and this one knocks him down to a knee but Rosey isn't done, he grabs ee by the ears and (probably) shatters his skull with a LOUD headbutt, it looks like E is knocked out cold and the Anoa'i puts his leg on him for a pin
1...
2...
NO!
Big E pushes the leg away and with such force, it drops the unsuspecting Rosey face-first to the mat!
Mauro Ranallo: Holy cow! just how strong is Big E?! he just swept a 416 pounds man with only the man's leg!
Corey Graves: Pff, Rosey wasn't paying attention and didn't have a base at all, even Phillips could have done that.
Rosey is stunned from the sudden fall and Big E uses that to roll over and grab Rosey's back, he then gets up to his feet and slowly starts lifting Rosey, at first it looks like he can't do it cause ya know Rosey is thicc as a brick but E uses the struggling to poop face and it's super effective! he manages to bring Rosey all the way up and drop him with a german suplex! the whole crowd erupts in cheers as everyone is stunned at what they've just witnessed, Rosey grabs his neck as it took most of the force but he still gets up rather quickly, E, however, is exhausted from the feat of strength and needs to use the ropes to get up, Rosey charges him but E lifts him over the top rope!
Or at least he tries, Rosey knew it was coming, stopped at the last second, and for his troubles gives him yet another throat thrust! he doesn't let up and whips E to the other side of the ring and when he rebounds, Rosey grabs him by the chest and spins him around and he completes a spin just in time for Jacob to fall on E to complete the Bloodline Brutality! Jacob is quick to his feet and to knock Kofi off of the apron while Rosey hooks E's leg for the pin, still clutching at his neck
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners, The Samoan Strike Force!
Estrada and Umaga enter the ring to celebrate with their Samoan buds and they pose to the camera over E's body, Rosey's still clutching his neck, will that come into play next week? I don't know I'm only the narrator, either way, Revolution continues
The scene opens to two men in a dojo training with young dojo members.
A bell rings and all the young dojo trainees hurry to the area where lunch is served, leaving Shibata and Kenta alone.
Kenta: They're improving, you are grooming them well. They're very much different you had hoped. A large range of personalities.
Shibata: What if it isn't enough?
Kenta: They have trained harder than any trainees I've seen, you don't need to push them farther than what they are already doing,
Shibata: That isn't what I mean. What if it doesn't work. What if they lose my teachings?
Kenta: I'm confused...
Shibata: What if they become what I am trying to destroy. What's going to stop them? They will be beyond my control at that point. This sport does things to people, you know that.
Kenta: Then you will do what you are doing right now, you will have to eliminate them.
Shibata: That would no longer be my place. Once my purpose is fulfilled I promised myself I would never return to the ring.
Kenta: If you are still asking these questions when your vision is complete, then your purpose is not fulfilled.
Shibata: I could never kick one of my trainees to the curb. They mean everything to me at this point.
Kenta: You have made a mistake. A trainer cannot develop an emotional connection to a trainee.
Shibata: An emotional connection is crucial. Without it, they have no reason to remember what I've tought.
Kenta: This is not about remembering teachings. If one of your trainees ever becomes what you're trying to do you need to get rid of them. This emotinal connection will prevent that, in which case you have failed. You must decide what is more important to you. Your vision or your trainees.
Shibata: The trainees are my vision, that does not make sense.
Kenta: What they do and how they act is your vision. The trainees themselves are a distraction. A problem that was always going to arise in this mission. A problem that you have not yet been able to solve or ignore. If you don't do one of those two things than the vision is doomed.
Shibata: We are still in an early stage, the decision can be named later
Kenta: No, if you do that then you have already decided, and not in favor of the vision.
Kenta exits the ring with a disappointed look across his face. Shibata is left in the ring to reflect on what Kenta has said, and whether he wants to or not, make the decision. He doesn't yet actually know he has made a decision, but he has.
Shibata: Is this right?
Before Shibata can ponder over that question a bell rings and the trainees assume their drill stations. A young boy walks up to Shibata. His nametag reads "Yuto"
Yuto: Will Kenta come back for a training session sometime soon?
Shibata: I don't think so.
Shibata's face grows serious and worried and Yuto takes notice
Yuto: Is there something wrong. Did I forget to mop the floors?
Shibata: Promise me Yuto, promise me one thing. Promise me that you will never forget what I have taught you in this dojo. No matter who you are with or against, always adhere to my teachings, please.
Yuto: Uh yeah of course sir.
Shibata: Good, now go mop the floors, you forgot.
The seen is moved to a dark warehouse in which Shibata seems to be filming a message, already done with half of it.
Shibata: When it comes to completing my vision, absolutely not-
Shibata hesitates and shakes his head
Shibata: Nobody will get in the way of me and my go-
Shibata shakes his head and appears to be very frustrated but he sets the camera back up and regains composure
Shibata: I absolutely promi-
Shibata's head collapses in his hands as he realizes he is not sure if he can fulfill the promise he has been making for weeks.
Shibata: I cannot make myself a liar. Nobody would even want my vision if I become a liar. I don't wanna lose faith in my vision but...no. I cannot lose faith in this vision. I refuse to let myself tear apart what I have been building, no more doubts. That is something I can't afford.
Shibata walks to a counter where his phone is placed. The breeze of the swift walk knocks down a laminated picture that Shibata hadn't finished framing. One that Shibata had held very dearly to himself.
Shibata makes three calls each time asking somebody to meet up at a random time and location. As he exits the warehouse he doesn't notice his foot stomping on the laminated picture. The scene fades away to Shibata in his car. We see Japanese buildings and symbols on road signs. There is one exit sign that has a translation. "OGAKI GIFU PREFECTURE" Shibata takes the exit as a smile forms on his face. The phone rings and Shibata picks it up. It seems like it is one of the three people Shibata called earlier but their voice is muffled.
Caller: Are you almost here, I have a meeting to attend in several hours, not to rush you.
Shibata: Ogaki right? Should be there in a little bit under an hour. I need you to teach me everything you know when it comes to this alright? Everything depends on the next step I take, I can't afford for it to be a bad one.
Caller: I promise to teach you everything I can, I only wish the best for close friends like you. I support any vision you have, as I know it is a good one if you have dreamt it.
Shibata: Thank you, I couldn't ask for a better friend. If you ever need a favor contact me.
Caller: You owe me nothing. The Musketeers will always stick together.
Shibata: I feel guilty, is there anything I can do?
Caller: You can go complete your vision, that would make me happy.
Shibata: Ok, pulling up.
Caller: Good, I am in the garage area. See you in a bit.
Shibata reaches the garage that was spoke of and can see a silhouette of a man reading something. The silhouette begins to form as Shibata walks closer and closer.
Tanahashi: Come, I have a lot I want to teach you about this. No time to waste.
VS 
DING DING DING
Vinny walks right up to Dar, wanting to take out his frustrations after what happened to him last week. Dar retreats between the ropes, making the ref get in between the two and cause Vinny to back off. The UWF Champion looks down right rabid but Dar just smiles, knowing just how badly Vinny wants to get his hands on him. He steps away from the ropes and looks to lock up with Marseglia but just as their about to tie up, Dar backs away and checks on his boot, telling the ref to make sure Vinny keeps his distance as he fixes a wardrobe malfunction.
Corey Graves: I like this. Dar knows that Vinny is out for blood and denying him the opportunity to get to him will only cloud his judgement.
Tom Phillips: Yeah but how long can Dar keep Vinny at bay? at some point he's going to have to fight him and the last thing you want is a pissed off Horror King to have you right at his fingertips.
Dar gets done checking his boots and walks back to the center of the ring. Vinny charges right at him but Dar gets the hell out of dodge, leaving through the ropes. Vinny manages to grab a hold of Dar's head as he's leaving, pulling his hair to keep him in his grasp. Dar looks worried but with Vinny halfway out of the ring, hunch over the middle rope, Dar kicks his foot up to hit an enziguri that knocks Vinny back into the ring. Dar smiles but as a clear look of relief on his face, managing to escape from Marseglia. Seeing that he has a opening, he slides back into the ring and hits Vinny with a chop block to the back of the knee! With vinny down to a knee, Dar hits the ropes in front of him, coming back with a bicycle kick to the face! Vinny goes down and Dar makes his first pin attempt.
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Vinny kicks out right away! He hurries to get to his feet and Dar rolls all the way out of the ring. Vinny grabs at his knee and starts bending his knee to help get some more feeling back. He looks at Dar and sticks his finger out, giving him the come here motion. The ref starts to count Noam out, getting all the way to 8 before Dar finally rolls back into the ring. Vinny jumps right after him, beating him with overhand fists, clobbering Dar as much as he can but Dar's in the ropes and the ref has to physically pull Marseglia away. With just one glance, Vinny is able to make the ref back off. He walks back over to Dar but the Scottish Supernova kicks him in the knee, causing Vinny to fall forward onto the middle rope. Dar then gets up and places his knee over Marseglia's head, choking out the UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: Sometimes it takes more than brutality to win a match and Noam Dar knows that.
Tom Phillips: Yeah sometimes is requires cheap tactics and running away.
Corey Graves: You telling me you wouldn't run away from Vinny? Hey Vinny, Tom says he's not scared of you!
Tom Phillips: Keep quiet Graves!
The ref counts to 4 and Dar finally backs away. Vinny crawls over to the corner, choking and trying to get some air back in his lungs. He picks himself up, his fortitude always making him want to keep on fighting but he's put himself in a bad position as when he turns around, Dar comes running over with a dropkick in the corner! Vinny is stunned and it allows Dar to grab a hold of him and hit a bridging northern lights suplex for the pin!
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Marseglia kicks out! Dar grabs a hold of Vinny's leg and turns him over onto his stomach. He steps over and locks him in an STF! He pulls back and you can hear screams from Vinny. The Horror King reaches up though and grabs Dar's hands, bringing them down just enough to bite at his hands! Dar quickly lets go and backs off, holding his hand and yelling at the ref for what just happened. As he's busy complaining, Vinny runs over and goes for a headscissors, landing on his feet before hitting a side russian leg sweep! Dar holds onto his head and grabs the ropes, using them to get back to his feet in the corner. Almost as soon as he's up, Vinny runs over and connects with the Sam Hane in the corner. He follows that up by taking his back and hitting a back suplex, driving his elbow into his heart on the way down! He hooks the leg for the cover...
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Dar kicks out! Vinny mounts Dar and just starts laying into him with rights, seeing Suzuki's face with each swing. Dar is trying to cover up but it's not working, Vinny is punching any open spot including the face, ribs, chest, basically any spot that he sees open. The ref once again has to step in and physically pull Vinny off of him. He gives him a warning and tells him he's this close to disqualifying him. Vinny doesn't care and goes right back on the attack, picking up Dar and lifting him up in a vertical suplex. Dar ends up clawing at the eyes of Vinny, coming down behind Vinny and pushing him into the ropes, grabbing a hold of him to roll him up but the Horror King hangs onto the ropes. Dar comes running right back to him but eats a elbow to the face. He staggers backwards and Vinny runs after him, getting him with the Horrorcanrana into the pin!
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Dar kicks out just in the knick of time!
Mauro Ranallo: Despite the early attack to the knee, Vinny has remained surprisingly nimble and seems to keep catching Dar off guard.
Corey Graves: He's a deranged psychopath, of course Noam is off guard. What really matters though is who gets their hand raised at the end of this one and I think it's just a matter of time before the Supernova explodes with a victory.
Dar shocked to see Vinny almost put him away there. He's so shocked that he doesn't even notice Vinny grab him from behind in a reverse DDT position and he lifts him up into the air. It looks like he's going for the Hellraiser but Dar manages to flip all the way over and reverse it into a reverse DDT of his own! Instead of trying for a pin, Dar gets as far away from Vinny as possible as he scoots over to the corner. He gets back to his feet with the help of the ropes and stalks Vinny, measuring him as he is getting back to his feet. Dar runs over and hits a single leg dropkick to the knee of Marseglia's, undercutting him and making him fall on all fours. Dar then gets right back up, hitting the ropes once more for a basement dropkick to the face.
Knowing he still needs to do more to put away the UWF Champion, the Scottish Supernova elects to grabs Vinny's leg and give it a few inside kicks. Vinny tries to push him off but Dar keeps a hold and just smiles, knowing he has Vinny right where he wants him. The pushing back is getting him nowhere so Marseglia decides to do the opposite, bringing his leg in so that Dar comes forward closer to him. This catches Noam off guard as he stumbles forward and falls right on top of Vinny to grabs a hold of him and starts beating him down from his back. Dar immediately rolls away and leaves the ring but Vinny is hot on his trail. He limps over to Dar who has no idea that Vinny has been following him. He grabs Dar from behind and tosses him into the steel steps! Dar turns around and is leaned against said steps and Vinny gets a crazed look in his eye. He decides to run as best a she can towards Dar for a knee strike but the youngster moves out of the way just in time as Vinny rams his knee into the steps!
Mauro Ranallo: Even with a kneepad on, Vinny's knee can't be in good condition after colliding with that cold hard steel.
Corey Graves: That's what happens when you fight like a mad man. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Dar's whole strategy was to get thrown into those steps.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on, you're giving him far too much credit.
Corey Graves: No, if you want to talk about someone giving themselves far too much credit, look at your tinder bio when it says you're 6 foot.
Vinny limps away to the barricade and rests against it. Dar rolls into the ring and tells the ref to count him out. The ref starts his count but Vinny isn't one to rest, instead limping his way over to the ring away and sliding in. Dar runs over and starts kicking at him as he's entering the ring. He then grabs him and brings him up to his feet but grabs a hold of the leg, hitting a dragon screw legwhip! Vinny holds his knee, the pain visible from his face. He rolls over onto his stomach and tries to crawl to the ropes but Dar comes over and picks the leg, placing him in a kneebar!
Mauro Ranallo: Kneebar! Noam Dar could make the UWF Champion tap just before his big title defense at Heatwave!
Corey Graves: If he was smart, he'd tap to reserve his knee for Heatwave when he goes up against Suzuki but we all know Vinny isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Tom Phillips: Are you saying he'll be looking kind of dumb with his finger and-
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips!
Vinny is reaching out towards the ropes, refusing to tap like we all knew he would. Luckily for him, Dar is a smaller opponent and he's able to drag himself closer to the ropes, finally reaching his arm over it to break up the hold. Dar makes sure to keep the hold locked in until the ref counts to 4, making sure to get every extra second of damage he can. He finally lets go and the ref makes him back away, checking on Vinny to see if he wants to continue. Of course he does! He uses the ropes to help himself get back to his feet. He's limping around, using the ropes to keep his balance as he tries to walk out his injury. Dar is chomping at the bits to attack but the ref is still holding him back. Tried of waiting, he breezes past the ref and runs towards Vinny but the UWF Champion scoops him up and hits a backbreaker! The bad thing is, he does it on the injured knee! Vinny rolls around right away, grasping at his knee. He scoots over to Dar though and lies over him while holding his leg as the ref drops down to make the count.
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Dar picks his shoulder up easily since there's no pressure forcing his shoulders to the mat. He rolls away holding his back while Vinny takes off his kneepad and bends his leg back and forth. Dar manages to get back to his feet and waits in the corner. He patiently watches as Vinny tries to stand back up. It takes awhile but once's he's up and he turns around, Noam runs right after him, jumping in the air for the Nova Roller but Vinny's knee buckles from underneath him, saving him from the kick as Dar goes sailing over him. Dar quickly gets back to his feet and goes after Vinny but Marseglia jumps into the air, grabbing a hold of Dar's head and hits the Jump Scare!
Mauro Ranallo: Jump Scare! That usually sets up the Redrum but you have to wonder if Vinny can even make it to the top rope.
Corey Graves: At this rate, I doubt he makes it to Heatwave.
Vinny looks up at the top rope and back down at Dar. He's thinking about it but ultimately shakes his head and picks himself up of the mat. He limps over to Dar and grabs him, bringing him up to his feet and placing him in a Dragon Sleeper! Dar is scurrying around trying to get free and the fact that Vinny has an injured knee, it isn't letting him have a strong enough base to keep him from moving. He starts to move with Dar, trying to spin him around to perform the Farewell to the Flesh but his knee isn't in good enough shape and lets go of Dar to grab at it again. Dar sees the opportunity and simply catches the bent over Vinny with an inside cradle!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Noam Dar!
Dar rolls out of the ring right away, knowing Vinny has got to be pissed. He's right as Vinny tries to grab a hold of the ref but luckily for him, Vinny's knee doesn't allow him to get to him before he too can get the hell out of dodge. Vinny rolls out of the ring and walks over to where his title is. Instead of grabbing it, he reaches over and picks up the axe. Ringside crew scatter, not sure what exactly Vinny has planned. He's using the axe to help him get around to the announce table. He brings it over his head and slams it right into the table! Over and over he starts chipping away at it, leaving the table a hobbled mess. He slides into the ring and proceeds to do to the same to the corner, ripping off the turnbuckles with his axe. He then slams it into the mat, ripping it open and once again chips away at it. Suddenly a voice is heard on the titantron.
You haven't heard from me for a while right? what a shame.
The signature angelic(according to him) voice of El Desperado is heard and soon after he appears on the titantron and Marseglia looks up, his eyes still full with rage
Hello Vinny, did you miss me? It doesn't matter, you will one hundred percent miss me after Heatwave, you will miss my beautiful, angelic, graceful nature the second you enter the ring with the REAL Suzuki, the Suzuki that his only goal is to kill and that destroys everything he touches, you will miss my not hostile behavior once you realize you're in a terrible mismatch, you'll wish for my signing voice when you hear your screams as Suzuki bends you in unnatural ways and you will beg for my guitar to play a goodnight tune for you as you fade away and pass out.
He stops for a second to let his words sink in, Vinny is still just looking at him with the crazed look
You begged and you shall receiev
The camera pans over to show Suzuki. Vinny is fuming as he stares at him but Despy has managed to slide in behind Vinny and has his guitar in hand. Vinny is busy seething at Suzuki and Desperado lifts his guitar up high to smash over the UWF Champion as he's coming down though, Vinny turns around and swings his axe, the axe breaking the guitar in half before he can hit him! Despy looks shocked and scared. Vinny lunges forward at him but his knee makes him not quick enough and he juuuust misses Despy and the masked man quickly runs out of the ring! Vinny raises his axe to cheers from the crowd, the camera shooting him from behind while Suzuki looks down from the tiantron as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Show vs Hangman - Wasabi
Styles vs Lorcan - Mr.Leedles
Nash vs Joe - AndyDNU
New Day vs SSF - Bodor
Ultramantis vs Balor - Max
Sami & Becky vs New World Warriors - Dresden
Vinny vs Dar - Danny
