Revolution 8/1/19 Edition

[Danny]

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. We’re down to two matches in the King of the Ring as tonight is the Semifinals. Woods versus Jericho and Black versus Morrison.

Mauro Ranallo: And it’s triple the tag team action as well. UWF Tag Team Champions Bami versus G.O.D., Samoan Strike Force versus The Usos, and MJF teaming up with Chris Brookes to take on Finn Balor and AJ Styles.

Tom Phillips: Triple the non-tournament singles action also as Ultramantis Black takes on Katsuyori Shibata, Drew Gulak takes on Jimmy Havoc, and our UWF Champion is in action as he takes on Intercontinental Champion Adrian Neville.

Mauro Ranallo: All that and more! Stay tuned!


The scene fades to Drew Gulak already doing in the ring doing pre-match rituals. He's ready to go when…



Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!

*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings, and Gulak and Havoc stare each other down. The former IC champ comes up to Havoc and goes for a solid right hand but Havoc blocks it. Gulak looks in surprise as Havoc stares at him with a sadistic smile. Havoc kicks Gulak with a gut kick. Gulak hunches over, and Havoc hits him with a solid knee strike that hits Gulak straight in the nose. The former TV champion falls onto his back as Havoc begins to lay in stomps.

Tom Phillips: The former TV champion isn't looking like himself here tonight.

Corey Graves: He seems like he's a thousand miles away from earth.

Havoc then gets onto a knee and begins brutal fist strikes to the head of Gulak before going for a bite! The ref quickly yells at him and pulls Havoc off, as Gulak holds his head in pain where you can see teeth marks. Havoc pushes the ref off of him as he goes back onto the attack of Gulak. He lifts him up by the chin to his feet—he stares Gulak straight in the eyes before punching him in the gut. Gulak hunches and leans over onto Havoc pushes him off.

Gulak rebounds off the ropes and Havoc catches him with a sharp Death Valley Driver. Gulak looks like he's about to go lights out but Havoc isn't done. He runs the ropes before hitting a senton over Gulak.

Mauro Ranallo: Gulak is being punished here tonight just for staring at Havoc the wrong way!

Corey Graves: Gulak can't even get into FIRST gear!

Havoc quickly pulls Gulak up. Gulak hits a desperate headbutt that sends Havoc back, and a bit of blood begins to pour over from Havoc's head. Havoc then gives Drew a headbutt of his own medicine. Drew falls back as he scrambles to get up to his feet. Havoc wipes the bit of blood from his head as he looks at it. He watches Drew stutter to his feet and decides he's done playing.

Havoc grabs Gulak and puts him into a quick snap suplex—without letting go of the hold though. He rolls through them back to their feet and converts him into a DDT position. He quickly snaps back into the Snap DDT. He doesn't hesitate as he grabs Gulak by the arm and hits him with the Acid Rainmaker! Gulak goes flying as he lands on his stomach seemingly out of it. Havoc goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, JIMMY HAVOC!



Havoc gets up as he looks at Gulak. He shakes his head as he expected more from the former champion, but a wins a win, and he's going to look to use this momentum to his advantage down the line. Revolution rolls on.


The scene opens on a lane in the middle of nowhere. We see Finn Bálor walking slow as if he’s been walking for miles. After his confrontation with Adrian Neville last week, he doesn’t know what to do about the ‘Harry Kane’ situation. But there’s a bigger problem right now, his car has broken down. He’s been walking along the road for about an hour. He continuously walks and eventually stumbles upon a small old-fashioned village.



There’s small convenience stores, as well as a church. Bálor mumbles to himself and heads into one of the stores to ask for directions.

Finn Bálor: Excuse me, love. Do you know how I can get to Heathrow airport from here? I’m not from round here, ya see?

Shopkeeper Anita: Heathrow? You’re gonna be driving for another hour or so yet, mate.

Finn Bálor: Oh, you’re joking? Me gasket blew out on the way so now I’m just stuck here. Is there any taxi services or buses?

Shopkeeper Anita: No, no taxis but a bus runs through here every day at around 4:15

Finn Bálor: Oh, brill! And what time is it now?

Shopkeeper Anita: It’s… 4:30 right now.. BUT you’re in luck, I believe the church takes people for the night when they’ve got nowhere to go.

Finn Bálor: Ahh shite well at least there’s some good news. Who should I ask for when I go to the church?

Shopkeeper Anita: There’s only one man running the whole place so you’ll see him when you get there.

Finn Bálor: You’re a diamond! Cheers, love.

Finn leaves the shop with a much happier look on his face. He knows where to go and how to get to Heathrow so he can go back home. As he walks out of the shop, the woman smirks and mumbles under her breath.

Shopkeeper Anita: Have a good one... Finn.

With Finn not hearing the shopkeeper speaking his name, he carries on walking up the street and heads for the church. On his way to the church, he comes across many different people surprised by his appearance, Finn continues to awkwardly smile at the people staring at him. There’s a lot of people for such a small town… but Bálor takes no notice and continues making his way towards the church.



Bálor reaches the church. The church is covered in vines and shrubbery. It looks deserted. As Finn walks towards the entrance, he stumbles upon a group of 5 suspicious men. One of the men walks to leave the church grounds but purposely bumps into Bálor on his way towards the creaky gate.

Finn Bálor: Oi! Watch it, fella!

The man looks at Bálor and lets out a sarcastic snigger before completely ignoring Bálor and walking back towards the gate. Finn shakes his head and moves towards the door but notices the remaining figures dealing drugs and vandalising the church. This infuriates Finn so he takes action.

Finn Bálor: Lads, what do you think you’re doing?

Man 1: Fuck off rudeboy, mind ya own business yeah? Don’t act like a big man.

Bálor laughs at the men.

Finn Bálor: Oh come on, fellas. You must be joking! I’ve had pieces of corn in my shit that are bigger than all of yous.

Man 2: You fucking what, mate?

Finn Bálor: Oh lads, I’ve already tried to deal with one murder today, don’t make me have to cope with another 4 for christ’s sake. Now, I suggest yous grab get away from here. You’re vandalising the house of our Lord alright?

The men laugh at Bálor before stopping dead. They split and begin to walk towards Finn with their fists tensed. The man that had previously bumped into Finn turns around and notices the commotion between the group. He approaches Finn from behind.

Finn Bálor: Make that another 5 murders. You really wanna do this? Ugh.. fine.

Finn hits a snap Pelé Kick and completely knocks out the guy behind him. He drops to the floor like a ton of bricks. Finn quickly makes his way to his feet and smirks at the other 4 stood in front of him. The four men jump him and just begin to land shot after shot.. Finn manages to get a few decent shots on two of the guys but subsequently can’t overcome them… suddenly, he starts to twitch.. His eyes slowly begin to change... but the men stomp him which concusses him, almost knocking him out. His vision becomes blurred but Finn can hear someone..

Hooded Figure: Hey assholes!

Finn can barely see what’s going on but notices the men dropping like flies as they are hit with flurries of punches and roundhouse kicks. He looks up but cannot see who is speaking.

Hooded Figure: Finn... Bálor. I knew you would reach me eventually. It was what the lord had asked for. Our saviour has predicted this moment for a while now. Let’s get you inside.

Bálor attempts to reply but can’t get his words out. As he attempts to speak, he is dragged into the church by the mysterious man. He looks and sees all of the suspicious men from before, dropped on the ground. Completely lifeless. As his body is dragged inside, he blacks out before waking up again on a bed within the church. He rubs the back of his head and stands from the bed. He hears a voice, the person speaking has a cleric robe on with his hood up. Finn cannot see who it is. The hooded person is stood across the room from him.

Hooded Figure: Rest, Finn. Rest is what you need.

Finn Bálor: Oi, don’t come any closer, fella! You don’t want to start something you cannot finish!

Hooded Figure: Oh come on, Finn. Your potty mouth did not do you any justice in that instance outside did it? Now, rest, my son. You’ll need all the rest you can get if you are to take such a long journey home tomorrow.

Finn Bálor: Wait, how do you know about that?

Hooded Figure: Are you forgetting where you are? The lord gives me sight. I see where people are going and where they have come from. I know what you’ve done, Finn. I will not tell anybody. I am here to help.

Finn Bálor: Why would you help me if you know about the crime I committed?

The hooded man takes his hood down to reveal himself…



Rev. Punk: I’m the help that you need, kid.

TO BE CONTINUED..


Moments after Shibata's tag match at Revolution.



Shibata: Failure and redemption. Two things I have experienced in my time here at UWF. However, that one sweet redemption over Paul London will not be enough for me. I have much failures that I need to redeem. That is why I have come here. To redeem the failures of my past by making UWF the pure company it needs to be. I have a long way to go, but I will reach that goal. How? By never quitting. I have studied this place before arriving. People are here one day, and they're gone the next. Times change quickly here. I will take advantage of that. No matter how many times I am struck down, I will continue forward. I promise you... as long as I am still standing I will not leave the fans of UWF without a good, pure place to observe the finest sport the world has to offer. You have my word and I will show you much my word means in the following weeks.  That man has done the same thing I will strive to do. He's been able to adapt and fight. Unlike that man, I am doing it for you. For the people that share my vision of a pure wrestling company. I will do whatever it takes to stick around so I can fulfill my hopes.

A figure walks by the backstage area. When he comes into form we see a familiar face, Chris Jericho. Shibata looks up at him as he walks by.

Shibata: That man has done the same thing I will strive to do. He's been able to adapt and fight. Unlike that man, I am going to do it for you. For the people that share my vision of a pure wrestling company. I will do whatever it takes to stick around so I can fulfill my hopes. I may lose this week, and the week after and the week after that. I may win this week and the week after and the week after that. None of it affect the fighting spirit that drives me. Hopefully one day when you think of UWF you'll remember the sweat, the kicks, the handshakes, and the honor that I built. That's my vision. For those that don't share my vision, I'd suggest finding something else to watch, because I don't make empty promises.




The following message has been paid for on the behalf of Estrada Enterprises.





As the shot fades into the real life, the logo stays in place, the sign that hangs outside of the office building swinging with the blistering winds of the summertime. Cutting to the third floor, the owner is seen sitting in his chair, a bottle of Don Julio sitting besides him utop a coaster. What, you expect a man of class like him to not use coasters? Despicable…


Regardless, a ringing emerges, and after a few seconds, Estrada takes out his phone to answer the call.


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Ah, so you’ve come after all…..Alright, do you have all of the equipment with you?”


”Don’t worry about the cameras and whatnot...I have a guy for that. Just go down to the second floor and set everything up in the fourth room to the right....”


”Yep, the one across from the door with the UF plaque. Glad to hear you’ve already figured part of the layout out of the building.”


”Yep, just as I promised. This goes well, and I’ll have it transferred over within the day. Just remember, if someone comes knocking at your door and answers with the name of Vitor, just take what they offer and don’t say a word.”


”If this goes badly? Oh come on, amigo, you shouldn’t be worrying yourself with these negative thoughts like that...después de todo, si esto va mal, no habrá más pensamientos viniendo de ti de todos modos…”


”Oh, nothing. Just get everything set up, I’ll send the camera guy down in a few minutes, and then we’ll be as you say, golden.”


Hanging up the phone, Estrada stands up and looks out the window. Two vans, one black and one red, are stationed outside of the offices. He opens the window, and points to both vehicles before simply giving a nod. No movement comes from them, but their engines continue to idle. Closing it behind him, he turns around and heads out the room. As he makes his way downstairs, the decor and paintings of the walls make way for dents, holes and posters which no doubt hide the secrets of drunken benders and fits of rage from past games played. Mentally counting out to himself ”One...Two...Three...Four…” he stops walking. Looking to his left, his gaze is met by a plaque neatly arranged on the door, one which reads out “U.F.”. Giving a nod, the gaze gives a 180 turn, and he opens the opposite door.


Awaiting him, of course, is his trusted cameraman. The scene set up, Doug simply gives off a nod to the boss before sending a thumbs up to the person standing on-camera. Estrada waltz into the camera view, a smile on his face and cigar waiting in his hands. He reaches into his pocket, checking for the lighter which he twirls in hand once it’s found.


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Well, I’m certainly glad that you accepted my proposition. Nice to know that one of the candidates found it to be a...profitable arrangement.”


”Well, I know a few others who were interested in this position but...I was able to persuade them into taking a different opportunity. After all, it’s rare to get an offer such as this one. Especialmente uno tan lucrativo como este.”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Wait...you speak Spanish?”


Estrada sweats a bit, recalling the words spoken over the phone. Foolish of him to assume someone didn’t know a common language…


”Ah, querido, there is a lot to me that you don’t know…but we have an interview to conduct, don’t we?”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Yeah, we do. Alright Doug, you all set to go?”


Cameraman Doug: ”Yep, going live in five...four...three…”


Not saying the rest of the words, he makes sure the camera’s aimed properly, before giving the interviewer the signal.





”Hola damas y caballeros, mi nombre es Selina De La Renta, y en nombre de mis nuevos empleadores, me gustaría presentarles al hombre a cargo, y al hombre que llevará a la Fuerza de Huelga De Samoa a una cierta victoria, Arrrrrmando Alejandrrrrro Estrrrrrada.”


Armando steps into the shot, cigar still in hand. He opts not to light it however, instead giving respect to Selina.


Selina De La Renta: ”Now, Arrrrrmando, after these last two weeks of such obvious bias against your team of powerhouses, this week it is Rosey Anoa’i and Jacob Fatu in action once again against...The Usos?”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Yes, The Usos...the other samoan tag team in the UWF, and the other team that calls themselves a form of a dynasty. But really, there is only one legacy attached to their names: a legacy of failure. Week after week, month after month, YEAR AFTER YEAR they have plagued the UWF roster with their utter incompetence, their misunderstanding of what it takes to be a real wrestler. Sure, they pick up victories every now and then, but against who, really? The World Warriors are nobodies. They were castaways, lost without their fearless leader Low Ki by their side.”


Selina De La Renta: ”And trust me, if they needed Low Ki to lead them, they are already helpless.”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”And they brag about beating Jimmy Havoc and Joey Janela, two people who are not even a tag team. They were thrown together and thrown to the smallest wolves in the pack as a freebie meal. But beyond those two men, who, pray tell, have The Usos actually beaten? A bunch of nobodies who amounted to nothing and will have never been anybody if they decided to stick around in the UWF. They waste the time of the fans with their droll promos and sleep-inducing matches, they take up the precious screentime of those who truly deserve it-”


Selina De La Renta: ”Like Umaga Fatu, who despite an incredible performance in his King of the Ring qualifier, hasn’t been seen since.”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”But even worse, is that they have the gall to ask my Samoan Strike Force to abandon me, the man who brought them back to relevance and is continuing to build them beyond that point to the peak of the company, and join up with them. Ahahahahaha what a joke! A bunch of comedians these Usos are, but this isn’t some comedy club. This isn’t some saturday night part-time gig, this is the U-double-F, and those jokes won’t be getting you far, ¿comprendes? What those types of jokes will earn you are beatdowns like the one that The Guerrillas Of Destiny-”


Selina De La Renta: ”Who, don’t forget, should have LOST to Rosey Anoa’i and Jacob Fatu, had it not been for a ref that makes Ray Charles despair in how blind a single person can be!”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Or the one that was given to Big Show and Chris Jericho two weeks ago. You should be quaking in your boots, but instead you opt to deliver jokes to try and hide the truth that shall reign over you like your precious little Big Dog wanted to do in the King of the Ring! And the truth is, that your so-called blood bonds called family means nothing. Nosotros, la Fuerza de Huelga de Samoa, SOMOS familia. Somos una familia que se enorgullece de destruir a gente como tú, ¡y somos muy buenos en lo que hacemos!”


Selina De La Renta: ”Así que Usos, despídete de esos sueños de una lucha por el título en Heatwave, porque el único equipo que necesita, no, ¡MERECE una lucha por el título de etiqueta son los que te destruirán esta noche!”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Now then, Selina, thank you for the interview. However, I must be on my way: things at the office need to be run, and being the main man in charge of Estrada Enterprises, I am quite the busy man.”


Selina De La Renta: ”But of course, Mr. Estrrrrrada. Take care!”


Estrada walks off-frame, but just enough.


”Well there you have it, UWF faithful, tonight you get to see The Usos be positively pummeled at the hands of The Samoan Strike Force. Personally, I’d be rejoicing at the news that Mr. Estrrrrrada just gave to us, but then again, you all have your own opinions on that. Wrong ones if you believe that The Usos are winning, but opinions nonetheless. Either way, my name is Selina De La Renta, signing off.”


Cameraman Doug: ”AND CUT!”


Armando walks out of the room, with Selina following. Closing the door behind them, Armando gives a smile off to the interviewer.


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”I must say, I was quite surprised with you Selina. You did really well in there, much better than the previous interviewer…”


At the mention of Renee, Selina’s face scrunches up.


Selina De La Renta: ”Ugh, please do not compare me to that blonde bimbo. She can have her fun running around with Chris Jericho, I’m fine being the interviewer for a REAL man.”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Well Selina, congratulations are in order then. I think you’ve definitely sealed yourself as Estrada Enterprises’ personal interviewer. I’ll give you a call when you’re needed again-”


Selina De La Renta: ”Actually, Sr. Estrrrrrada, I think I’ll be staying closer than you’d think. You know that building a block over from here, the one that used to be-”


His face running flush, Armando goes to silence Selina.


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Yes, yes I know! What about it?”


Selina De La Renta: ”Well, I bought it out and I’m going to be living there and setting up an apartment on the first floor as well, so if you wanted, I could let your cameraman live there. Y’know, keep your staff on standby for when something comes up on short notice?”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Okay, but what about the money?”


Selina De La Renta: ”Do not worry about it, Armando. I’ll still be getting the payment, I’m just putting it to a...different use.”


Without another word, Selina walks away, heading right down the stairs. Armando looks around, perplexed at what his new interviewer had to say, before finally lighting the cigar he has been carrying around. Taking a drag, he lets the stress melt away as he heads back to his third floor office, the feed fading to black…




Shibata does not come out until the he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.

Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!

Shibata calmly walks out with his head down. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.



Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed. He finally lifts his head as he stares at the entrance waiting for his opponent.



He does not move his eyes, or any muscle until his opponent has entered the ring. Then, he will stare them down until he hears the bell.




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.



VS


DING DING DING



Shibata stands in the center of the ring with his arms crossed, daring Ultramantis to make the first move. The devious one walks right up to him and gives him a punch right to the chops. Shibata moves his jaw around but is otherwise unimpressed. Ultramantis goes for another punch but Shibata blocks it and connects with a chop of his own. Black's chest immediately gets lit up red and he turns away to escape but Shibata grabs him by the shoulder, turning him around to give him another stiff chop to the chest. Ultramantis drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring to recoup with Dr. Cube.


Mauro Ranallo: Shibata is one of the greatest strikers in the game. His strong style is not something you ever want to experience first hand.

Corey Graves: I bet this is just a ruse from Ultramantis black. He's baiting Shibata in to make it look like he's hurt but watch, he has a plan.

Tom Phillips: Well I hope his plan includes some lotion because that chest is not looking good.


Shibata follows Black out onto the floor and moves in to attack but Black hides behind Cube. Shibata could kick his head clean off his shoulders but he knows there's a time and place for that, right now he's in a match and he needs to concentra- Ultramantis Black blindsides him from behind Cube with a clothesline! Mantis picks up Shibata before he can even realize what happened and tosses him right into the barricade! Not satisfied with just that, he grabs Shibata and picks him up only to hit a back suplex onto the barricade! Shibata is in all sorts of pain but Black throws him back into the ring and rushes in to make the pin.



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Shibata kicks out! Knowing just how important it is to stay on his opponent, Black brings Shibata up to his feet, hitting a few knee strikes to the gut to keep him keeled over. He hooks both arms in a a double underhook, setting up for the Praying Mantis Bomb but Shibata drops to a knee, preventing Black from lifting up him up in the air. Black lets go of the underhooks and starts to beat down on Shibata's back with his fists but The Wrestler stands up to flip him over with a back body drop except Black ends up flipping all the way through and landing on his feet! Shitbata doesn't realize this and Mantis puts him in a full nelson, powering him up in the air before slamming him back down on the mat! He tries for another pin!



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Shibata gets the shoulder up! Ultramantis looks a little frustrated, or at least his body language comes off that way seeing as we can't see his face. Dr. Cube starts yelling a few instructions, telling Mantis to stay on him and finish the job. The Devious One grabs Shibata's hair and pulls him up to his feet but The Wrestler starts to come to life, giving him a few punches to the gut to create some space before following up with a chop to the chest to really create some distance. Black turns around to prevent his chest from getting lit up even more but Shibata runs over and grabs him by the waist, sending him barreling into the mat with a german suplex!


Mauro Ranallo: Katsuyori Shibata has taken a lot of punishment in this match thus far but you can never count out The Wrestler.

Corey Graves: It's just one move though, I bet this is all a part of the plan!

Tom Phillips: I don't know Corey, once that Fighting Spirit gets going, it's hard to stop.


Ultramantis landed high on his neck and folded over onto his knees. He reaches back to grab the ropes and uses them to help him in the corner. Shibata however is hot on his trail, running over with single leg dropkick to keep him there. He proceeds to dish out more punishment with repeated elbow strikes, beating him down until the ref steps in and counts to 4. Shibata then brings Black out of the corner, by placing him onto his shoulders. It looks like he ,might go for a death valley driver but Black grabs at his eyes and rakes his face, falling behind him. Shibata is blinded and throws a couple of swings and kicks but he doesn't know where Black is. Ultramantis keeps hid distance, waiting for the right opportunity. Shibata's back is turned and so Black charges at him except at the last second, Shibata spins around hitting Black right in the jaw with a spinning back fist! Ultramantis goes down like a ton of bricks and Shibata crawls over to make the cover.



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Ultramantis kicks out! Shibata rubs his eyes, trying to get some vision back while Ultramantis rolls out onto the apron. Shibata gets back to his feet and walks over to Mantis, leaning over the ropes to grab at his mask and pull him back up to his feet. Black ends up grabbing his head and hanging him on the top rope, causing Shibata to turn away and grab at his throat. He's bent over coughing as Mantis makes his way back into the ring. He slithers behind him and leans over him, grabbing his arm and putting him in a pumphandle before flipping him over onto his shoulders and hitting the Divinity Cove! Shibata sits up from the impact, looking like he's seeing stars but Mantis throws his head back down to the mat and makes the pin.



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Shibata kicks out! Ultramantis knows he needs to end things quick and gets right back up to his feet. He picks Shibata up and once again puts him in the double underhook. Much like last time, Shibata drops to a knee, trying to prevent the maneuver from happening. Black tries to over power him anyways, lifting him up off the mat but Shibata kicks his feet in the air, not letting him get enough height. Black lets one arm free and starts elbowing Shibata's back over and over again before transitioning into a suplex. He lifts him high up into the air, going for another finish but Shibata brings his knee crashing down on the top of Ultramantis' head. Black goes wobbly but he still manages to keep Shibata up. It's not until a second knee crashes down on his head that Shibata is able to come back down and land on his feet. Mantis is on jello legs and Shibata makes matters worse by headbutting him and making him fall flat onto his back. Mantis is laid out and Shibata is about to go for the pin but Dr. Cube reaches in and grabs Black's arms, pulling him out of the ring!


Corey Graves: And there's the brilliant strategy of Dr. Cube!

Tom Phillips: Strategy? That's cheating! He's not allowed to do that!

Corey Graves: Cheating is a strategy Phillips, that's how your girlfriend is able to stay in a relationship with you.


The ref starts to count and Shibata stands in the ring with his arms crossed, daring Ultramantis to get back into the ring. Black is unresponsive, Dr. Cube trying to get him to come back to life but nothing is apparently working. Cube then walks over to the announcers and grabs a mic from ringside. He walks back over to Ultramantis and starts to speak to Shibata who sits down and crosses his arms all while the ref continues his count.


Dr. Cube: It appears that one Katsuyori Shibata is so boring that he has made the Devious One fall asleep in the middle of the match! A bold strategy but one that has worked. Enjoy your count out victory because it shall be the last thing you will enjoy once Ultramantis Black wakes from his slumber.

Dr. Cube tosses the mic to the ground and picks up Ultramanti,s carrying him to the back. The ref counts all the way up to 10 as Shibata shakes his head but accepts his win nonetheless.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by count out, Katsuyori Shibata!



Corey Graves: Huh who knew Shibata was such a good strategist as well.

Tom Phillips: Oh come on, he clearly knocked out Ultramantis Black. The match should have been ruled a knock out win right there.

Corey Graves: Hard to tell when a guy wears a mask but I'm pretty sure I heard snoring.


Shibata stays in the ring, clearly not completely satisfied with the win as the live feed goes elsewhere.


UWF Revolution suddenly lights up with a different image, a dark room with only the sound of a loud wind whistling through the cracks of the wood before the image lands on a lone rose dancing in the wind as a voice is looming over the picture.



Mystery: Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness little ones. Take solace in knowing that, like life, things sometimes must fade before they can bloom again.

Screen flashes with different images of punch bags being hit, blood trickling down the stem of a rose, a tire revving on a street in slow motion, and finally a bright light.

Mystery: I am coming to UWF to herald my personal Revolution, on those who have lived their lives cozy too long.



A mysterious figure emerges from the light, as the UWFs newest signing is making his presence known to the universe for the first time.

Mystery: Prepare for my new Vision, my new Era. In only a few short weeks I shall introduce a new age, fitting of the beauty of-

Suddenly the mysterious figure is bowled over by someone, all you can hear is the sound of breaths exhaled with the thud of forearm shots to the back. The Mystery person is sent crashing headfirst into the wall, as the attacker swiftly brings his knee swinging forward to the persons head and neck. This motion is repeated over and over again, relentlessly kneeing the other humans beings head into the wall as if attempting to drive it through it until finally letting up, the attacker turns around and looks into the camera revealing himself to be Samoa Joe.



Samoa Joe: Did you think I was done? Nooooo I am FAR from Done, I was Screwed out of MY RIGHT out of MY CROWN. I said I wouldn't be denied, I...Would...Not...LOSE to Aleister Black and I KEPT my promise. He didn't Pin me, make me Submit, or prove anything against me. He was allowed Escape from me by a referee incompetent enough to let this travesty stand in a tournament this important and a system hell bent on keeping me away from the top that it will rig itself to keep me at bay. I was not pinned, I was not submitted, I was not disqualified, I was not Counted out and yet I am not in the King of the Ring tournament anymore. Aleister Black didn't beat me and yet he's got a shot, Xavier Woods has never faced me and yet he's got a shot, John Morrison has only known defeat when standing across the ring from me and Chris Jericho has been conquered in tag team and singles competition by me over the past month and yet they all have the opportunity of being known as King of the Ring and going to Summerslam for the UWF Championship currently held by a man who's been left laying unconscious the last two times he's been in the ring with me. Talk to me about how that is fair, but since the Ultimate Wrestling Federation wants to SCREW with me and my plans. I Am going to SCREW with everyone elses plans.

Joe turns around and grabs the motionless victim of his by the hair, dragging him over and holding his head up to the camera, but you still can't make out who it's supposed to be as blood mask their face.

Samoa Joe: Bright new signings? They will be broken down before they can even start.

Joe wraps his arms around the persons neck in the Coquina Clutch, dragging their lifeless body up in the hold as they start to cough up blood while Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa walk into frame looking down at the bloody scene laughing under their breaths at the grizzly visage.

Tama Tonga: Shiiiit, looks like you chose the wroooong day to come to UWF huh fucker?

Tanga Loa: Kinda sad, I like those weird cryptic videos going on for weeks and weeks.

Tama Tonga: Ahahaah yeah well guess the secrets out fucker, The G.O.D are gonna wreck shit up, no need for weeks of b-roll or guessing who we are. Cause EVERYONE is gonna know who the FUCK we are RIGHT quick.

Tanga Loa: The Tag Team Champs are getting fucked up tonight. The Roster, they're getting fucked up. The Management are getting FUCKED up because if you thought we were dangerous before...

Joe roughly tosses the guys head out of his hand making it smack against the floor as Joe walks to the camera again, wiping his hand across his chest leaving a blood stripe across it. Tanga Loa hands Joe his towel and he nonchalantly wipes his hands clean as he speaks.

Samoa Joe: Future Champions? They will have their futures extinguished. And management, who decided to ignore what happened to me...all the people who overlooked the injustice that occurred to me...They will pay for their sin with blood. I'm not Just playing the game anymore, I am coming for my pound of flesh...And I'm going to take it from each and every single body I damn well please. The UWF is now a Graveyard, and it will be filled with the broken bodies of those who dared live their lives in grandeur while I was transgressed upon so vehemently. If you have a pulse, if you plan to succeed in the UWF, if you have future aspirations in this wrestling industry...Get ready because Joe is coming to Kill you.

Samoa Joe walks away leaving the unconscious body laying on the floor, in no condition to debut any time soon as Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa look down at the broken body and then at the camera.

Tama Tonga: Just think about how fucked you all are now that the Kingpin, is royally fucking Pissed.

Tama lays and kicks the bloodied heap before walking off as Loa chuckles down and points at him before leaving as Revolution moves on.


The camera fades to the New Day with the words UWF EXCLUSIVE. It's from last week after their match with the World Warriors. Charly Caruso comes up to them to ask them questions about what just happened.



Charly Caruso: New Day, you just won your match against the World Warriors but the victory was short lived and cut off early after a post match assault from the World Warriors. Do you guys have a retort?

Xavier Woods: SHE SCRATCHED ME! AND IT HURT… BAD!

Kofi Kingston: What Woods is saying is this isn't over. If the World Warriors want to start a battle? Well, we're gonna end the war. And to the World Warriors, yall made a huge mistake, man. Yall started something you will not be able to finish.

The camera pans over to Big E licking him arm as Woods and Kofi look at him in confusion.

Xavier Woods: E, what are you doing?

Big E: You guys… You guys taste something very salty? Like-

Kofi Kingston: Yes, it's probably your sweat, E. Cut it out with that nonsense!

Big E: Yea, salt from the sweat but I'm getting a different taste of salt. Taste like little boars and big potbelly pigs all over me along with...

E smacks his lips a couple times.

Big E: A bit of angry women?

Kofi Kingston: OH, oh, I know what that is.

It's the taste of the World Warriors saltiness after we whipped them around the ring!

Xavier Woods: BINGO! And World Warriors, you'll soon find out why you don't mess with the New Day. You wanna know why?

Big E: BECAUUUUUUUUSE!

NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!

The New Day begin to clap as they go off so Xavier can prepare for his match against Oney as the UWF Exclusive from last week ends.


Our camera shifts outside as we see the cliche arrival imagery that has become a stable for professional wrestling for years. But hence forth, here it was once again. Upon the arrival of the car, we are left wondering exactly who was going to emerge from the dark tinted windowed car, but within seconds we get that answer -- Maxwell Jacob Friedman. MJF can't help but muster a cocky smile as the camera swiftly follows his every movement. MJF can't help but shrug his shoulders as he rebuts the camera crew, for the entire world to see.



Okay, dork. I get it. I'm a BIG deal, but don't you think it's a little redundant to sit out here, and sit idly while the BEST wrestler in the world has yet to even get into his gear tonight? I mean, hell, I'd have no problem giving you a few seconds of my time, but then I'd have to actually act as if I care about what you people have to say, And let's be honest, MJF doesn't care for, how can I say it? People of your status.

MJF slowly shakes his head as he looks to step past the camera crew, and their production, but something overcomes him. He stops abruptly in his tracks as he slowly chuckles as he shakes his head.

Actually. I'll give you a little something. You're seeking out knowledge? Maybe a little wisdom from yours truly? And I get it. I'm just so dang smart. But enough about myself. You clearly want to know about how I feel last week? Making an example out of Drew Gulak. Which regardless, he's probably off fading into obscurity just like I said he would. But enough about that waste of perfectly good air, let's address the elephant in the room. Regardless of what people want to say about me, I have put butts in seats, and I've got people talking. Regardless of what those out of shape slops wanna say in the arena about me, I clearly rested my case last week. And as I said: MJF is a man of his word. Last week, I said I would beat Drew, and I did just that. Tonight? I guarantee you that my winning ways will continue, because I am better than every other man in this company. You know the rest.


Those were the final words from MJF as he brushes past the camera crew with a scoff as he makes his way into the venue for tonight's action packed episode of Revolution. Showing yet again his cockiness, but also? That he was ready to take on any, and all who stepped before him.


Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring. From San Francisco, California. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-nine pounds. Jimmy and Jey, The Usos!

The Usos pose as they get ready for the approaching contest.

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 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!

As the ring bell sounds, Fatu and Anoa’i rush The Usos and knock them down, beginning to stomp on the brothers. They spit on The Usos before returning to their corner as it’s decided that Jacob will start the match as Rosey steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. As the brothers Uso collect themselves, it is decided that Jey will start the match as Jimmy steps through the ropes and stands on the apron.

Right away, Jey shows that he doesn’t appreciate the assault as he throws the first punch. As Jacob’s head rocks with the impact, Jey continues to pepper him with punches. Fatu blocks one as he throws a punch to Uso’s stomach and then guides him to the corner. Jacob climbs up to the middle rope and leaps off, connecting with an elbow to the forearm of the arm Jey threw the punch with that Jacob held on to when he blocked.

Jey winces as he pulls his arm away but makes the mistake of turning his back to his opponent as Jacob rushes him and clobbers him in the back of the head with his wrist as Jey falls to the mat, putting his wrists in place to catch himself. Fatu kicks him straight in the gut as Uso is knocked up to his feet but throws a punch to Jacob, who staggers back a step, then unleashes a Superkick!

Jacob goes down but is up quickly as Jey goes for another but Fatu ducks and grabs the leg, bending it over his shoulder and torturing Uso for a moment before throwing him to the mat. Jacob heads over and tags in the Big Anoa’i as Rosey enters the ring and heads over to Jey, dropping a headbutt into the chest.

Tom Phillips: Well this is a physical family reunion.

Mauro Ranallo: They always are.

Corey Graves: Samoan Strike Force wants and needs this win here tonight.

As Jey gets up, Rosey throws him onto his shoulders and connects with a Samoan Drop that visibly knocks the air out of the young Uso. Rosey doesn’t relent as he guides Jey to his feet and then does an Irish Whip to send Jey into Jimmy, knocking him off the apron. Jey comes staggering off the ropes as Rosey connects with a Swinging Side Slam and goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR...NO!

Jey gets the shoulder up and seems to find new life as he gets up and starts peppering Rosey with punches. He stops after a few, yells, “UCE!” and the crowd yells, “OH!” as he pops Rosey with another punch but the big man doesn’t go down. Jey backs up and cocks his wrist ala Roman Reigns and leaps up, hitting Rosey with a Superman Punch as he staggers back a few steps.

Jey takes off running towards Rosey and goes for a Spear but the big man flattens him with a Big Boot as he then tags in Jacob. Rosey picks Jey up as Jacob goes up top. Rosey hits the Swinging Side Slam and then Fatu hits a Moonsault, the combination known as the Bloodline Brutality as Jacob goes for the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THR...NO!

Jimmy enters the ring and leaps onto the situation, breaking up the cover. Rosey enters the ring and charges but Jimmy meets him with a Superkick that actually sends him to the mat as he rolls out of the ring. Jimmy returns to his corner as Jacob is laying the punches into a still downed Jey. Jacob lets up and lets Jey get up as Jey blasts him with a Superkick and then goes and tags in Jimmy.

Jimmy enters the fray and goes up top, looking for the Splash but as he leaps, Jacob gets off the mat and catches him, turning the situation into a Samoan Drop! Knowing Jimmy is still fresh, Jacob doesn’t go for the cover as suddenly Armando Estrada comes out and climbs up on the apron and starts arguing with the referee.

While the official is distracted, Umaga is in the ring as he hits Jimmy with a Samoan Spike and then Jey as he comes running. Jacob now heads to the top as Umaga leaves and Armando backs off and Fatu connects with the Moonsault! He goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Jacob Fatu and Rosey Anoa’i, the Samoan Strike Force!


As the show continued on through one scene and onto the next, instead of people being the first thing someone sees, it would instead be the floor, and quite a distinctive song would begin to ring out through the arena even though it clearly emitted from a pre-recorded segment, so, unluckily, there would be no in-ring showing just yet of whoever this song belonged to.



The camera that was recording this amazing footage of the floor began to move about a minute in. The camera would shake and rattle as if it were being hit by someone or something, because still, we don't know who on Earth this person is. About five seconds later (they're taking their time, don't rush them,) someone began to speak, and the voice didn't belong to anyone on the current roster.

??

This thing is on, right? Hang on one moment, this bloody thing is annoying to set up.

Shortly after, the camera would jolt up as it was adjusted into place, after which, now showed four people. We already knew one of them, so, he needs no introduction, and yet there were still three new faces.




And of course, that familiar face would be Chris Brookes, alongside Mark Davis, Lucky Kid and Timothy Thatcher, who seemed to be holding a flag of sorts.

Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes

It wouldn't surprise me if most people in the crowd already knew us, and for that reason I could argue that we need no introduction, but for those who aren't marks, and only know me... Then I'll be as kind enough to introduce my friends here. To my right is Mark Davis, you can call him Dunkzilla. Behind me and to my right is Lucky Kid, excitable fella, I'll tell you. And last but of course not bloody least, is Timothy mother fuckin' Thatcher, no funny games with him, or I bet ten grand that he'd break your arm in six different places.

And together? We make Schadenfreude, and I doubt that these lot are the last of us. I would advise against trying any shit against any of us, that is of course, if you're hoping to not eat food out of a straw.

As Brookes utters the word 'Schadenfreude', Thatcher pushes to the front of the bunch and shows the flag, not speaking whatsoever. He continues to hold it up for the rest of the promo.

Mark "Dunkzilla" Davis

Basically, what he said. But like, I doubt we'd just randomly attack someone, that's a bit dog, right?

Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes

Yeah, no sneak attacking others, that's a bit of a dick move. Well, I suppose we're done here, have fun with the rest of your show, losers, the best part just ended. Oh, and a parting message...

Davis & Brookes

Schadenfreude is not a cult.

Instead of fading out to the next scene, the promo instead fades out into a repeating video of sorts, reiterating those exact words.



It shows for about ten seconds before fading out to black to then fade to the next scene, the show continues.


The scene opens up on the apartment of the World Warriors, where Boar is seen watching TV looking pissed while Grado is just lifting some weights, when at that moment Tessa opens the door and walks in.



Tessa:”Well someone seems to be content with slumping back into that waste of space he used to be.”

Boar clearly knows what she is implying and snaps.

The Proletariat Boar:”NO! Fuck no! I work my ass off, everyday, I am not gonna let some random chick walk in my home and start talking shit.”

Tessa:”Calm down, I am just saying this isn’t gonna help. You lost the match and it wasn’t because Kofi was better it’s because you lost focus, you let the anger cloud you. You can’t let that happen, again. Got it?”

The Proletariat Boar:”Yeah yeah I get it, but The Boars are very pig headed, we get angry and start acting by Impulse.”

Tessa:”Well we need to fix that. Babe, get the keys we’re going for a ride.”

Grado:”Ay thats what I am talking bout. Finally some training that matters.”

The scene fades to black and once it comes back up a gym is shown.

Tessa:”Alright pig me and you are gonna train that anger. Now what better way than a fight, except theres a catch. If you lose control of your emotions and hit me well you and Grado can kiss my guidance good bye. Capiche?”

Boar just nods

The Proletariat Boar:”Crystal.”

Grado:”Ay luv what bout me?”

Tessa:”Go run fifty laps or something.”

Tessa gets into the practice ring as Boar follows looking like he doesn’t wanna be here.

Tessa:”Alright remember no matter how mad you get you can’t fight back.”

Boar once again nods, as Tessa begins the “fight” throwing punches to the gut which doesn’t faze the big pig, but what does faze him is the swift kick to the groin. After that a smug Tessa begins slapping away at the Face and its clear Boar is getting pissed after the 4th slap he grabs her hand, but she just looks on with a smug face.

Tessa:”So you gonna hit me? Or maybe you’re finally getting what I am saying, you want to win Gold don’t you? Well attacking refs and ignoring your opponents won’t help you achieve that goal. Let Tessa give you a Law of The Jungle, even a Hyena can get the best of a Lion if the Lion ignores him for even a moment. Last week that was exactly what just happened.

Boar nods and lets go of her hand.

The Proletariat Boar:”I get it, you’re right but right now my goal isn’t gold. It’s destroying the New Day.”

Tessa smiles just as an exhausted Grado jogs up to them sweating.

Grado:”Ay so I did it babe, I (wheeze) I ran 50 laps and I still feel gre-agh. Sorry threw up a little bit in mah mouth. So how did your training go?”

Tessa:”It went well. Now we’re all on the same page. New Day will pay. Boys lets jet.”

The three walk out the gym as the screen fades to black.


DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first…



That sudden rift and sound could only mean one thing. We were set to see the arrival of one Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Indeed that's exactly what we would get. The self proclaimed "Salt of the Earth", slowly makes his way from behind the curtains to an uproar of jeers from the crowd. This doesn't seem to phase MJF all that much as he greets each and every hate filled fan with a smirk of his own. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, MJF would throw his arm upwards as he slowly showed off his pride before making his way down the entrance ramp. Ignoring each and every fan who stuck their hands out for him.

Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York. Weighing in tonight as two-hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the self proclaimed "Salt of the Earth", Maxwell Jacob Friedman, M-J-F!

MJF once again thrust his arm upwards as he slowly makes his way to the steel steps. He would slowly scale the steps as he would redirect his attention to the crowd, playing up to the mixed reaction thrown his way. Some people were eager to see him, while others couldn't wait to see him get hurt. MJF slowly dust his feet before kick starting his way into the middle of the ring as he shrugs his shoulders. Once again playing to the crowd and their reactions. MJF had a lot planned, and these people were eating it alive.

Red light filled the arena, white spotlights moved around the crowd as the letters "CCK" and the name "Chris Brookes" appeared on the main titantron.



A rather new song would play for Chris Brookes this time around, instead of the mellow sounds of Jimi Hendrix and his guitar, an English band echoed throughout the arena, that band being none other than IDLES, with their song 'Well Done'. That didn't stop Chris however, he continued his entrance as per usual, yet more in time to his current theme.

Tony Chimel:  His partner, from Tipton, England, weighing in at 187 pounds. He is THE Calamari Catch King! Chris... Brookes!



Brookes would circle the ring, tagging a single fan as he passes by, he clambers up the apron nearest to the 2nd turnbuckle and takes a swig of his water bottle, before turning around to face the crowd and the close-up camera. He hooks his arms onto the top ropes, leaning in at the camera, only stopped by the ropes.



Shortly after, he would pull himself back to the ropes, threading himself in between the top and middle ropes before running up to the turnbuckle on his side of the ring, standing up on the middle turnbuckle, tall, before sitting down and waiting for his opponents to get arrive.



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.



'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 mixed 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 is 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: His partner, already in the ring from Gainesville, 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.

DING! DING!

Styles and Brookes start out in the ring as the referee rings the bell. Styles squares up to try and get a lock up with Brookes, and Brookes edges in to lock up with Styles, but instead of doing so, Brookes lunges into the face of Styles and pokes him straight in the eye and Styles clutches into his face.

Tom Phillips: Come on!

Corey Graves: None of the men in this matchup are known for their courtesy, and that’s being shown early on in this matchup.

AJ recovers slightly from the eye poke and then looks over the ring in confusion at Brookes using this foul tactic. He then calls him out on it, shouting across the ring “who do you think you are, buddy?!”. After doing such, AJ rushes across the ring to Chris and swings a boot at the midsection of him, sending Chris’s head to face the mat.

Styles then pushes Brookes back up to a full base and grabs his arm and yanks it so that he throws him over towards the ropes. Styles drops down to try and trip Brookes, but Brookes runs over and then hits the other side of the ring. Styles gets back up and then gets clotheslined down to the mat by Brookes.

Mauro Ranallo: Chris Brookes seems to be actively trying to annoy AJ Styles here.

Brookes gloats about taking Styles down to the mat, and Styles stays flat down from the clothesline with his legs slightly in the air. Brookes then heads the other way to the ropes and Styles jumps up, and leapfrogs over Brookes. On the second returnal Styles jumps up for a back leapfrog, but Brookes picks him up into an electric chair position.

Brookes then drops Styles backwards from the electric chair position. Brookes then kneels up and turns around to face Styles and grabs a hold of his hair. The referee tells Brookes to release off Styles’ hair when he pulls him back up to his feet, and he does so, and places his hand behind his head to lead him.

Corey Graves: Brookes is taking control in the early stages of this matchup, leads Styles over to the corner here.

Chris throws Styles into the corner, and then throws his hand to tag in MJF. Chris holds back the head of Styles into the corner, and MJF throws a kick into the chest of Styles, who clutches into his midsection. MJF then pulls the head of Styles in and then snapmares him down to the mat and makes him sit flat out on the ground.

Mauro Ranallo: Some nice teamwork being shown, working together to target and isolate Styles into the corner here.

MJF then runs towards the ropes and then jumps up, and kicks the seated Styles across the side of his head. MJF then gets up and spreads his arms out and taunts the crowd with his greatness. The crowd shows their disapproval, but MJF only retorts by stomping Styles back down to the mat. He then looks back over to Brookes, questioning if he wants a tag back in.

Brookes nods slightly, and MJF grabs a hold of Styles by his neck, but before he can throw him into the corner once more, Brookes tags himself in, and signals for him to get out of the way. Brookes then leaps up and slingshots himself over the top rope, and hits a cutter on Styles, slamming him back into the mat. He then rolls him over for the cover.

One…

Two…

Styles kicks out at two from the cutter from Brookes, and Chris slams the mat in frustration of him being able to kick out from that move. Brookes then gets up to his feet by pushing up on his knee, and looks down on Styles on the ground. He then jumps up and lays a stomp into the back of Styles.

Brookes then reaches down and goes to grab Styles by the head, and instead chooses to go for the hair once more, and brings him to his feet. Brookes then heads in front of Styles and boots him in the midsection. He then goes to the side of Styles and throws his leg overhead, and pulls back the arm to lock in the Octopus Stretch!

Tom Phillips: A menacing hold this one is, unless if you have it scouted, this can be the end of you in matchups.

Styles struggles and screams at the pain of the hold, but suddenly Chris wrenches it back more, and places the arm of Styles underneath his shoulder, further increasing the strength the hold is having on him. Styles continues to scream in agony from the pain the hold is causing to his back, elbow and shoulder.

Mauro Ranallo: A hold like this one can make or break a matchup, even if it directly doesn’t finish off the matchup, it sure will add damage that will last till the end of the match.

Styles tries to shift the arm that isn’t being held onto tight, and tries to gain a grasp on the trunks of Brookes, to try and push him slightly. He then shoves, and makes Brookes roll forward out of the hold, releasing off Styles and going flat out to the mat. He then rolls back to his feet, and AJ faces away from him, and jumps up flipping back to hit a Pele Kick on him, sending him crashing back down to the mat.

Tom Phillips: A Pele Kick connecting to the head of Chris Brookes, Styles needs to make it over to Balor to make sure that his team still has a chance of winning this matchup.

Styles collapses after doing the Pele Kick and such does Brookes. Styles begins to crawl over to the corner, and leaps to tag in Balor! Brookes throws his hand up to tag in MJF too with that, and gets him in this matchup. Balor and MJF make contact with Balor’s clothesline hitting him down hard, and when MJF gets back up he’s met with another clothesline.

Balor then charges MJF up and readies him up for a potential missile dropkick towards the corner. MJF staggers up, and Balor storms ahead and hits the move. MJF crashes down and Balor points up to the corner, but it’s in Brookes’ corner. He climbs up, but Brookes makes him crash down on his back by pushing him.

Tom Phillips: Oh come on, that’s foul!

The referee goes over to Brookes, who walks down the apron to give MJF space. Balor winces up to his feet from the impact, and MJF gets back up to his feet, and punts Balor square in the balls, making him clutch down from the impact, but the referee didn’t see it! Styles screams in disgust at this. MJF covers Balor and places his feet up on the ropes for extra leverage.

One…

Corey Graves: Styles tried to break it up, but Brookes is in holding him back!

Two…

Three…

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners via pinfall, Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Chris Brookes!

MJF instantly rolls out of the ring with Chris Brookes, and heads a decent distance down the ramp to celebrate their quick victory over AJ Styles and Finn Balor. He raises his hand high in celebration, and Brookes pats him on the back for his good work. Finn stares them off menacingly down the ramp, and Styles kicks the bottom rope out of frustration.

Tom Phillips: Cheap, absolutely cheap. I can’t believe they’d do something like that.

Corey Graves: Well at the end of the day, they’re the winners of this matchup, congratulations to both of you Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Chris Brookes.


The scene fades to Woods near a series of ships. As the rest of the New Day and Velveteen Dream, who's in a wheel chair, are off camera.



Xavier Woods: So why are we here, Dream?

Kofi Kingston: Yeah, what's this about, man?

Velveteen Dream: See that ship over there?

Xavier Woods: That huge cruise ship?

Velveteen Dream: Yes, that one—thats Jericho's cruise ship. So, you wanna beat Jericho, right?

Xavier Woods: Of course, but how is being near his ship help?

Velveteen Dream: We're gonna do more than just be near it. We're gonna blow up the ship! And I need you three to sneak in and plant this duffle bags of bombs inside.

Dream takes the duffle bag off over his shoulder.

Xavier Woods: W-WHAT? HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP ME WIN!

Velveteen Dream: Reasons! He'll get a phone call, be thrown off his game and there's your free win to progress in the tournament.

Big E: Aren't there going to be people on that boat? You're sounding awfully villainous right now.

Dream shrugs.

Velveteen Dream: You wanna win or not?

Xavier Woods: Isn't this illegal?

Velveteen Dream: No one said my guidance to help you win would be with the rules of the law, unless you guys want the Dream to get the cops on you for my kidnapping.

Big E: By gawds! He's blackmailing us… to the finest degree.

Kofi Kingston: This is wrong, man. We can't go through with this. This ain't right!

Xavier Woods: We don't really gotta choice now do we. I suspect this is more than trying to help me win.

Velveteen Dream: Guilty as charged.

The Dream says with a sly smirk.

Velveteen Dream: Jericho thinks he's so good that he never had the gall to invite me on his ship. Not like the Dream would've gone anyways, but at least getting an invitation to turn it done would've been nice. Now, in the duffle bags there's also scuba suits. Got you all sizes that'll fit you, and yes, Big E, I got you a size to accommodate your large hips.

E shakes his head as he doesn't, nor do the rest of the New Day want to go through with this.

Velveteen Dream: So, you'll jump off this railing, use the suction cups to climb the ship, get to the lower deck, place and activate the dynamite and get out. But be weary, you'll have two minutes to get off the ship unless you wanna go KABLOW!

Dream chuckles to himself.

Velveteen Dream: Ready?

Without a word, the New Day take the bag and look at each other knowing what they're doing is wrong, but like the Dream has said before, "We're all pawns in his chess game". Five minutes later they're suited up. They look at Dream once more.

Velveteen Dream: Also, be careful of security guards. Those will be the only casualties at the end of the day, so you'll have a semi clear conscience.

New Day unable to speak with their snorkeling gear on, shake their heads as they climb the rail and jump. They fall at least 30 feet into the water. Arms in the cross position and legs pointed in towards the water. We see 5 different camera shots of them jumping in, in slow motion.

They end up in the water and swim their way to the large cruise ship. They use the suction cups to the large cruise ship.



They make it to the top and peak over the railing to see a security guard walking around. Woods signals to them to lay low as he'll handle it. He jumps over the railing and sneaks his way over to the guard. The guard turns around, and Woods catches him with a clothesline that knocks him out. The other New Day members hop on board and take off the oxygen masks for the time being and sneak around until they find the door that leads to the lower decks.

Big E has the duffle bag over his shoulder as he makes his way down to the lower deck as Xavier and Kofi look around. He signals to Kofi to him.

Kofi Kingston: What's up, E? You gonna plant the bombs?

Big E: I think it'd be better if you did it, Kof. You're the quickest one out of all of us. I don't know if I could outrun the explosion.

Kofi nods while biting his lip. He signals for the bag and E hands it to him.

Kofi Kingston: I remember the days when we were wrestlers and not secret agent terrorists.

Xavier Woods: Yep. 15 minutes ago.

Woods calls out from near the deck as he checks out the wrestling ring that sits on the ship.

Xavier Woods: God, this is so cool. Even if Jericho and I have differences, I'd hate to see this beauty go down in an explosion of flames.

Kofi begins to descend to the lower deck as he carefully places the bombs down. He sets them up. He grabs his walkie talkie and says:

Kofi Kingston: Ay, I'm about to set off the bombs. Yall get off the ship now, I'll see you back on land.

Big E: Roger that.

Xavier Woods: Be safe, Kof. Don't die on us.

Velveteen Dream: Will you guys stop being all sappy and hurry up.

Dream yells over his walkie talkie.

Woods and Big E jump off the ship as Kofi activates the bombs.

2:00 minutes begins to count down as a security guard with a flashlight comes down.

Security Guard: HEY! Freeze! I need backup, suspicious black male is on the lower decks.

Kofi looks over to the guard as the guard comes running at him. Kofi hits Trouble in Paradise which knocks the dude out. Kofi scurries off into more guys flanking down the steps. He begins to get surrounded, as he sees an emergency exit to his right. Kofi jumps over the gang of guards who surround him and makes it to the door. He opens it and…

3…

2…

1…

The explosion sets off and Kofi jumps out right on time. He's swinging his arms and legs in the air like a cool movie action shot as he lands into the water. The ship bursts into flames as it slowly sinks to the bottom of the ocean. Kofi makes it back to land to see his friends.

Xavier Woods: You did it, Kof!

Kofi Kingston: But what did it cost? What did it cost for us doing that? We are now criminals. KILLERS! All slaves to Dream's blackmail. I just wanna get to the arena and have this day be over with.

Big E sadly shakes his head.

Big E: Same. At least we didn't kill Pirate Cap'n Gangster Elmo.

Xavier Woods: What now?

Big E: You guys wouldn't understand. Let's just get out of here.

E pulls Kofi to his feet as they head off to pick up Dream to get him back to the studio, and then to head to the arena as the scene fades out with one last shot of the Jericho Cruise sinking and in flames.



It suddenly cuts to Charly Charuso standing just outside the arena, waiting by the door. It seems as if she's waiting for someone. Eventually, someone opens the door, and out comes WALTER. Charly immediately makes her presence known and greets him.

Charly: WALTER, can I ask you a few questions? We haven't seen you here in a while...

He jumps a bit at the sudden voice, before turning back to see it's only Charly.

WALTER: You again. Is it your job just to hang out around the door all day? How did you even know where I was going to end up?

Charly looks down for a second to think.

Charly: You know… I really don't know how I knew. Just intuition, I guess.

He shakes his head.

WALTER: So you just magically guess where I am and wait to pop out and scare me?

Charly: I mean, I guess I was always taught to jump out, you know? Makes it less likely for the interviewee to run away.

WALTER: That's… disturbing.

He pauses for a bit.

WALTER: I apologize, that was a bit rude of me. So there were more questions you wanted to ask me?

Charly: Oh right, I was about to ask, you haven't been seen on TV or backstage since Backlash. What happened?

WALTER'S courteous and calm demeanor falters for a bit as his mood visibly drops.

Charly: Oh, uh, sorry. You don't have to answer that one.

WALTER: No, it's fine.

He takes a deep breath in and out and continues.

WALTER: We all know what happened. It was on live TV, there's clips of it with hundreds of thousands of views circulating YouTube. It's even on the network for thousands of people to watch and rewatch over and over again. I slipped up. That bastard Paul took advantage of my anger, I grabbed the belt, you know the rest... I messed up. I think everyone watching right now can agree with me on that. And because of that, my friend lost his title. Well, "friend."

After that… incident, I requested a few weeks off to stay at home and… find myself, essentially. I was on one of the biggest stages of my career at Wrestlemania and I almost won. I got to manage the Television Champion on pay per view. It was all going so well. And yet EVERY time. Each and every single goddamn time Paul took it away from me. I can't have a single good thing happen to me without him swooping in and ruining it. And I know he's probably backstage, recording another vignette instead of going out to the ring, probably laughing right now thinking that he's in my head, that he managed to phase me. And to that, I say you're absolutely correct. You're right. You messed everything up. Have you proven your point yet? Have you proven that obsessing over a single person and taking great measures to make sure they don't succeed is the one thing you're good at besides... tearing muscles and punching people while their backs are turned?

He pauses once more to regain his composure, having worked himself up just talking about the man.

WALTER: Needless to say, I had to get myself as far away from thinking about that man as possible. So I spent the past few weeks focusing on me and my family. And sure, I'd watch what was on, and sometimes catch Aleister Black winning his matches, but other than that, I distanced myself as far from this product as possible. Some people, they let wrestling consume them until it's all they have left. I love wrestling, don't get me wrong. I believe in the honor and tradition of the sport, and I want to uphold that. But when wrestling becomes all you are, you risk obsessing over it for the rest of your life, like Aleister probably will...

But I'm ready to come back now. I like to think that no matter how far we run, wrestling will always catch up to us. That itch. The drive to come back and perform in front of thousands no matter how broken and bruised we ended up. That will always be in me. So don't worry. I'll be wrestling again very shortly.

Charly Charuso visibly gets more concerned.

Charly: I've noticed quite a few digs at Aleister Black. Are you guys still able to coexist? What's the situation with you guys?

He clears his throat.

WALTER: Walk with me.

WALTER begins to walk down the sidewalk running along the side of the arena. Charly obliges and begins walking along side him. He pulls out his phone.

WALTER: Wouldn't you agree that the key to a successful tag team is communication?

Charly: Well, yeah, I'd say that's definitely up there.

He double checks the day it is.

WALTER: Three weeks. It's about to be three weeks since the last time I contacted him. I've been trying to get a hold of him for… God knows how long now. And do you want to know what the best part is? Not once has he answered. I last attempted to reach out to him this morning, and... nothing. I'm about ready to give up and just hope I run into him backstage.

So if you really want to know what's going on between me and Aleister… nothing's going on. Nothing at all. All I know is that the New Sumerian Death Squad isn't dead yet. Other than that, beats me.

Charly carefully words her next question.

Charly: Why wouldn't Aleister Black even respond to you? Wouldn't he have something to gain from talking to his own tag partner?

WALTER shakes his head again, more somberly this time.

WALTER: You should know the answer to this one if you remember our last interview.

Charly starts to understand, but he stops walking and turns around to clarify anyway.

WALTER: Aleister Black is a perfectionist. He's the very definition of the word. Every match has to be won. His titles have to be retained. He has to do every single thing right or it isn't right at all. It's stupid. And that's the most infuriating part about him. I know for a fact he isn't ignoring me because he hasn't been getting my calls. He has been ignoring me because he's held that one match against me ever since it happened. To him, he probably should have held that belt until either he got bored or the world ended. He doesn't realize that every good title run comes to an end eventually, including his. And even then, it took the World's Strongest Athlete to end the longest Television Title reign in UWF history, and the third longest run with any belt, too. But that's still not good enough for him.

So that's why he's ignoring me. Once you mess up, that's it for him. He'll conveniently ignore that I'm the reason he has the wins over Sweeney and Edge and Christian he likes to talk about. He'll forget I came second in a Rumble with around 20 people from #1. Without me, Eric Bischoff would have interfered in his match with Rick Rude and costed him that too. He'll say I don't matter, but I'm there as a footnote in history where you least expect it.

He looks as if he's about to continue, but he cuts himself off, satisfied with what he's said.

Charly: So... does that mean the New Sumerian Death Squad is dead?

WALTER: No. It's not dead. It won't die because I won't let it. Not if I have anything to say about it. We created this. Not just Aleister. This is our legacy on the line. Don't ever forget it.

He walks away, presumably to where he was already headed. Yet another successful interview under Charly's belt. Score. Home run. Yahtzee. Still proud of her. She stands there for a moment, before Revolution heads elsewhere.


MORRISON RESIDENCE, LOS ANGELES, CALIF.
MONDAY, JULY 29, 2019 — 4:31 P.M.

The scene is Johnny Morrison's living room. Drake Maverick is sitting on the couch, reading. As the camera dwells on him, Maverick flips the page, realizes he is at the end of a chapter, and sets the book on the coffee table with a sigh. The camera zooms in on the book.



And now it pans back up to Maverick as it zooms out. The former General Manager of Resistance and Revolution seems to be meditating. He starts to chant.

Drake Maverick: I embrace the uncertainty. I embrace the uncertainty. I embrace the uncer--

Morrison enters the room, fresh off a workout. He's glistening with sweat. He's quiet enough that Maverick's meditation is uninterrupted. Johnny looks at Drake and raises an eyebrow.



Morrison walks across the room, sees the book on the coffee table, and picks it up. He flips through it, shaking his head, then drops it loudly on the table. The thud breaks Drake's reverie. Morrison is looking at him with arms crossed.

Oh. H-hi, Johnny.

Drake looks at the floor.

Johnny Morrison: What the Hell is this, Drake? "Unfuck Yourself"?

Drake looks up at Johnny and sighs.

I just thought it'd have some helpful advice about how to get out of this predicament I've found myself in, Johnny.

Morrison snorts with derision.

You and millions of other people. Look, Drake, there's no silver bullet for the mess you've made for yourself. The only way you're going to "unfuck yourself" is doing the hard work you need to do. Making amends, coming to terms with yourself, accepting your limitations and working within them. I've never met anyone who's read one of those stupid books and actually turned their lives around.

Drake rolls his eyes.

Johnny, you haven't met a lot of people recently. You were in a co-

Morrison cuts through the air with a hand like he's chopping it. Drake falls silent.

...I was on a spirit quest, Drake. How many times do I have to tell you that?

Drake raises his hands in a placating manner, or perhaps as a sign of submission.

Right. Spirit quest. Well, anyway, you can't really talk about whether these books help someone or not. You weren't exactly conscious. And this is a Best-Seller, Johnny. Lots of people found it helpful or it wouldn't have sold so many copies.

Morrison throws his hands up now, this time in frustration.

Drake, I just don't get it. Can't you see that the reason the wheels fell off the bus for you is the same reason you're turning to books as a crutch now? You're lacking confidence. You let Scott Steiner bully you, man. The guy can't even add.

Drake pauses and scratches his unshaven chin.

You want some advice about how to "unfuck yourself," Drake? Fine, here's some: Go shave. Take a shower. Clean yourself up. I pulled some strings and greased a few wheels and I got you an interview with your old pal, Ethan. But the only way you're going to succeed is if you get yourself together and project a little confidence and self-control. Think you can manage it?

Drake's eyes light up.

E-Ethan? Really?

Morrison laughs.

Yeah, really. You've got an appointment with him tomorrow at headquarters. I'll give you a lift.

Drake seems genuinely delighted. Morrison, shaking his head, turns away and leaves the shot. The feed moves along.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



"G.O.D" plays throughout the arena, and as the crowd boos while others hold up Too Sweets, as out through the curtain walks out Tama Tonga with his hands waving in front of his face towards the crowd swaying along with the music, and Tanga Loa marching up right behind him. Tanga shouts out into the open air with a primal yell, as Tama turns around pointing at his brother before swaying back around.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at combined weight of 400 and 39 pounds: "The Bad Boy" Tama Tonga, and "The Silverback" Tanga Loa. Guerrillas of Destiny, G-O-D!


Tama drops down to the floor and uses his hands to crawl forward sliding across the floor as he looks straight into the lens of the camera, The shot moves up to Tanga who shoots his finger gun to the camera lens and then to the crowd. Tama slides into the ring when Tanga Loa running up the steel steps. Tama is swaying around with his hands, as Tanga Loa smacks his chest and raises his hands up in the air.



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.

As the official conducts his pre-match checks, Zayn and Tanga Loa step onto the apron and into position for the beginning of the contest. After his checks the official calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Becky takes off full tilt at Tama Tonga, aiming to catch him off guard with a forearm smash. Tonga, however, has it scouted and darts under the attack, sliding with the Tongan Drift! As Lynch turns around, she catches a quick dropkick that sends her into the corner. Tonga is fast back to his feet and Lynch bursts out of the corner with speed trying for a lariat, but Tonga again ducks under, and this time as Lynch turns around she's caught out with a sudden Headshrinker! The fans boo as Tonga goes for a very early cover.

1...

...NO!

Lynch gets the shoulder up. Tonga hauls her to her feet and whips her hard into her own team's corner, smirking as he tags in Tanga Loa and practically dares her to tag in Zayn. Rather than tag him in, Becky bolts across the ring as Loa enters and knees him in the face while he's doubled-over between the ropes, shouting in her thick accent all the while. The fans pop at this as Loa is caught defenseless; Lynch grabs him by both ears and drags him through the ropes onto the canvas, then drops an elbow on his upper back before trapping him in a chinlock, running her mouth loudly all the while.

Mauro Ranallo: A back-and-forth opening to this match-up here and you have to be impressed by Becky Lynch's smashmouth style.

Tom Phillips: She's absolutely determined to show that she is The Man here.

Corey Graves: It's still early. Only time will tell if her decision not to tag in Sami Zayn will backfire.

After several long moments in the hold, Lynch releases and shoves Loa's face into the canvas before strutting to the middle of the ring and holding her arms out to a massive pop. She turns around as Loa gets to one knee and grabs him at the back of the head, but he counters with a forearm smash to the gut that staggers her, then gets to his feet and chops her across the chest. Lynch reels away and Loa runs for the ropes that are now in front of her, rebounding into a high crossbody that grounds her before repositioning to straight up punch her in the face viciously. The official counts; he reaches four before Loa pushes up to his feet, dragging Lynch up to hers and whipping her into the GOD corner before charging in with a running knee. Lynch doubles over the knee and Loa lifts her up into powerbomb position, stepping back several paces as he does before unceremoniously dumping her onto the turnbuckle to a loud chorus of boos. He drags Lynch out of the corner and falls on top to hook the leg.

1...

2...

...NO!

Tom Phillips: The toughness of Becky Lynch on full display here as she cuts out of a brutal bucklebomb!

Lynch gets the shoulder up. Loa grins, getting to his feet with her wrist trapped in one hand's vise-like grip before dragging her to the GOD corner and tagging in Tonga. Tonga starts climbing to the top as Loa pulls Lynch up and positions her for a powerbomb lift. He moves to pull her up just as Tonga reaches the top rope, preparing for a brutal powerbomb-into-cutter combo. Lynch, as soon as she is on Loa's shoulders, thrusts out and catches Tonga in the throat, causing him to go wide-eyed and gasp with shock as he loses his footing a bit on the turnbuckle. Lynch then manages to pull herself free enough to use gravity to her advantage and drop Loa into a sitout facebuster!

Corey Graves: What the?

Tom Phillips: Look at this MVP!

Lynch immediately rolls backward and up to her feet as the fans pop, Tonga recovered enough to attempt a diving forearm; Becky dives out of the way and Tonga gets nothing but air and canvas, landing on his feet but stumbling toward Sami, who lashes out with a knee between the ropes that catches his stumbling foe clean in the gut. Before Tonga can really react, Becky sidles up beside him, wrapping an arm around him and dropping him with a Russian leg sweep! She rolls to one knee and tags in Zayn.

Mauro Ranallo: The tables have suddenly turned here as Bami are back in the driver's seat!

Corey Graves: Can we not use that stupid name? I hate it.

Zayn enters the ring fired up, and as Loa gets to his feet he's kicked right in the face for his effort, sending him tumbling over the top rope to the outside. Sami then turns to find Tonga has found his feet; Zayn rushes him, but Tonga out of desperation snaps for a lariat. Zayn is ready for this and ducks under, hooking the arm for a half nelson suplex! Tonga lumbers back to his feet relatively quickly and stumbles backward into Zayn as he sets up and then lifts Tonga into a Blue Thunder Bomb, keeping the leg hooked for a pin! The fans count with the ref.

1...

2...

...NO!

Corey Graves: Now look at the toughness of Tanga Loa! Where's his praises, Phillips?

Tom Phillips: I was just about to offer some, actually.

Zayn pulls Tonga to his feet and Irish whips him, but Tonga Drifts as Zayn follows close behind and leaps up to catch him with the Gun-Stun in counter! The fans erupt in a loud boo, expecting a pin, but Tonga instead rolls for his corner and tags in Tanga Loa. This gives Zayn time to find his feet, and as he sees Loa enter the ring he rushes him as Becky had in an attempt to catch him flat-footed, but it doesn't work the second time around; Loa counters with a hip-toss neckbreaker! Zayn lands on his back but quickly sits up holding his jaw; this proves costly for Sami as Loa charges and boots him in the back of the head, practically folding him in half before he flops to his side on the canvas. Loa pushes him onto his back and covers.

1...

2...

...NO! Becky Lynch breaks up the pin!

Loa finds his feet quickly enough and gives Becky a good shove. She responds by cold-cocking him with a closed fist straight on the jaw, sending him reeling. The official gets in her face to give her shit, but Loa responds by charging! Lynch shoves the ref out of the way and Loa dropkicks her straight on the chest, sending her out of the ring. Loa then turns to find Zayn on his feet and charges him too; Sami quickly counters into a Koji Clutch to the fans' delight as they pop loudly! Loa balls up his hand in a fist, refusing to tap as Zayn torques the hold something fierce, trying to finish this here and now.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA SAMI ZAYN HAS THE KOJI CLUTCH LOCKED IT! This should be it!

Corey Graves: Not if Tama Tonga has anything to say about it!

Indeed Tonga is leaping off the top rope; however, Zayn sees him coming and releases the hold, rolling out of the way as Tonga lands on top of Loa with an elbow drop! The brief miscommunication between the brothers is all Zayn needs to quickly throw Tonga out of the ring as the fans are in an uproar of cheers. While Loa drags himself to a corner and slowly finds his feet, Zayn finds the corner opposite, and launches out of it intending to hit a Helluva Kick! Loa, however, rushes forward out of desperation and takes Zayn down with a spear-tackle! The fans turn, booing loudly now as Loa finds his feet again and shakes his head out, then turns to find Tonga being sent into the ring steps outside by a roaring Becky Lynch. He runs for the ropes and leaps clean over them, taking her to the floor with a tope con hilo!

Mauro Ranallo: TOPE CON HILO!

Tom Phillips: Things are getting spicy now!

Loa finds his feet quickly enough; unfortunately for him Sami Zayn is following in his footsteps and comes between the ropes with a suicide dive that he converts into a tornado DDT, spiking Loa's skull on the floor! The fans are again cheering wildly as Zayn pulls Loa to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then slides in for a quick cover!

1...

2...

...NO!

Corey Graves: Loa kicks out! I can't believe this match is still going!

Sami can't either. He runs a hand over his short hair and shakes his head as he finds a knee, then looks to his corner, at which Lynch is just taking her place again. He crosses to make a tag, but before he can, Tonga pulls Lynch off the apron! Becky turns around and smashes Tonga in the face with a forearm but he straight no-sells it as he grabs her in a belly-to-belly clutch and throws her overhead into the barricade! Lynch slams hard against it, and Tonga gets to his feet and howls before climbing onto the apron. As he does, Zayn catches him with a quick knee to the gut, then steps out onto the apron with him, lifts him up, and brainbusters him right onto the edge of the ring! The fans pop at the brutality of it as Sami shouts loudly at Tonga, who flops onto the floor. Zayn then heads over to help Becky to her feet as Loa slowly finds his own in the ring, desperately trying to shake off the cobwebs. Zayn glares at Loa, knowing this is his chance, but he's torn between finishing the match or helping Lynch. Becky tells him to go get things over with, and with her blessing, Sami runs to slide into the ring. When he finds his feet, he also finds Loa still seemingly dazed and so he charges, but he does so straight into a scoop-up and is dropped into a brutal backbreaker!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Tanga Loa counters!

Tom Phillips: That's gotta be it!

Loa seems to think so. He hooks the leg.

1...

2...

...NO! Zayn gets a foot on the ropes!

The crowd is breathless for a moment, then realizing what has happened, they explode in cheers! Their elation is short-lived however; Loa loses it, grabbing Zayn's head with one hand and repeatedly smashing his face with a forearm. The official starts a count, but Loa clearly shows no sign of stopping as he busts open Zayn's forehead, blood pouring free. The official calls for the bell as Loa rolls right over his five-count and just keeps on brutalizing one half of the tag champions.

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners by disqualification:

Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch!

Corey Graves: Oh come ON! Just let them fight!

Mauro Ranallo: You call that a fight, Corey? Tanga Loa is straight-up mugging one half of the World Tag Team Champions!

Tom Phillips: Here comes the cavalry!

Big E and Kofi Kingston come running down the ramp as the fans continue to boo, unsure what the intentions of these men may be even if they're fans. At this point Tama Tonga has regrouped in the ring with his brother; the pair are stomping viciously on Zayn as he tries to cover up, but Sami's clearly out of it. Kofi slides into the ring as E leaps up onto the apron; Tonga rushes Kofi with a spear but Big E catches the charging Loa with a back body drop that sends him to the outside. As Tonga gets to his feet, E rushes him with a body block that sends him to the canvas, then straight deadlifts the Tongan into a military press before sending him out of the ring to join his brother. Kofi helps Zayn to his feet, Sami clearly dazed, as Big E heads to the outside to help Lynch. But when E reaches the floor, a pair of big men hop the barricade and blindside him from behind: it's Jacob Fatu and Rosey! The Samoan Strike Force send E shoulder-first into the ring steps before Fatu rolls in under the bottom rope. Rosey takes out Lynch with a lariat on the outside.

Mauro Ranallo: Pandemonium is running wild here as it seems everyone in the division has shown up.

Corey Graves: Not everyone. I see no sign of the Usos or the World Warriors!

As if on queue, Rosey turns and gets blasted with stereo superkicks from the Usos! He falls hard to the outside while Jacob Fatu wails on Kofi in the ring. Jimmy and Jey slide into the ring and each takes a side on Fatu, lifting him up and over with a double back suplex! Fatu rolls out of the ring as Jimmy and Jey find their feet fired up and shout "OH!" to which the crowd, logically, respond "SOS!" But the response soon sours as, lo and behold, both of them are taken out by the World Warriors, who have arrived late to the party with Tessa Blanchard in tow! Boar spears Jimmy while Grado hits Jey with the Wee Boot, and then the pair turn to find Sami leaning in the corner like a sitting duck. Grado crosses the ring and whips him at Boar, rushing in behind to hit the Gore/Wee Boot combo Law of the Jungle! Zayn practically ragdolls, landing almost lifelessly on the canvas as security pour out of the back with the Revolution GM accompanying them. The fans are about to riot as Carter speaks from the top of the ramp.



EC3: Alright enough! The next person to throw a punch will get him and his partner fired! That extends to you too Lynch! I enjoy chaos as much as the next person but it's got to be more controlled than this and I've got a show to run with some matches with big implications. I've been too busy to actually pay attention to what's been going on but I do know there has been one team on a bit of a winning streak. So as much as this pains me to say, at Heatwave Sami and Becky will be defending their titles against ... The Usos.

The crowd pops, happy to see the Usos finally get their chance.

EC3: Wait don't get too happy because they're not the only Samoans. I want to see more of what the Samoan Strike Force can do so they're in the match too. And you know what, throw G.O.D. in there as well. World Warriors you want in? Fine by me. At Heatwave it's going to be all of you competing for the UWF Tag Team Championships in a scramble match! Now if you'll please, disperse from ringside so we can get on with the show.

Mauro Ranallo: Wow a tag team Scramble Match! I don't think that's ever been done before. Talk about controlled chaos!

The teams stare at one another, happy and yet still pissed to be sharing the opportunity with one another. All except for Sami and Becky though as Becky tends to Sami, officals checking on him as well while everyone else leaves ringside, leaving a bloodied and battered Sami as the show moves on.


Suddenly we’re taken to the backstage area where Adrian Neville is walking around with a short stack of paper in his arms, he then sees a backstage man with a headset on, assumably ring crew, and stops him.

Adrian Neville: You boy, take one of these and spread the word.

Adrian takes a sheet off his stack and then slams it against the chest of the ring crew member and confuses him. The sheet is revealed to read “ONEY SUCKS”.

Adrian Neville: Wait, no... I need to make sure you aren’t hiding this.

Adrian places the stack out to the side, and then pulls out a roll of sellotape. From his back pocket. He then puts the paper against his chest and then sticks it across his chest with sellotape.

Adrian Neville: Now if I see you without that piece of paper sellotaped up, there will be consequences… you hear me?!

Ring Crew Member: Yes sir.

Adrian Neville: Good.

Neville walks off down the hall and the camera pans in on the chest of the ring crew member and reminds the audience of it, and the clear message reading “ONEY SUCKS”.



LATER IN THE DAY…

Oney Lorcan arrives to the arena, and closes the door to his car, he wheels in his suitcase and then continues to proceed through the arena. Suddenly, he sees a group of ring crew members, all with paper stuck to their chest so he goes to inspect what’s going on.

Oney Lorcan: “Hey, you guys need some help with those papers? You never stop paying your dues, you know-”

Oney notices what they read up on their chests and then has a confused look on his face from it, and the crowd slightly form in to welcome him into the conversation.

Oney Lorcan: “...Why do you have those papers?”

Ring Crew Member: Look man, it wasn’t my idea, it was that Adrian Neville guy, he came up to me, he was super confrontive, and he told me that he’d beat us up if we took them off-

Oney cuts them off.

Oney Lorcan: “DON’T YOU KNOW THIS IS LIBEL. OBVIOUSLY ONEY RULES. WHERE IS NEVILLE.”

The ring crew members become slightly intimidated and look off at Oney in a bit of a fright, one of them choses to pipe up.

Ring Crew Member: I believe he went into the arena, probably in the locker room, he’s got a big match up tonight against the champion, Vinny.

Oney Lorcan: “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM.”

Ring Crew Member: Have fun, sir.

Oney storms off into the arena still wheeling in the suitcase, he then heads down the halls and sees a sign on the wall, indicating that the locker room around the corner. Oney turns the corner, and sees the sign on the wall.

Oney continues to head through and then places his hand on the door handle, and shoves his way in aggressively, slamming the door to the wall, it slightly bounces off from the impact.

Oney Lorcan: “NEVILLE, THERE YOU ARE COWARD. COME HERE.”

Neville who is sitting down on the bench in the locker room, tying up his boots, stands up and then stares daggers across the locker room.

Adrian Neville: Oh you want some? I’m gonna give it to ya!

Neville runs across the locker room and jumps up, clocking Lorcan up, but Lorcan returns with some hard body shots, grounding him down slightly. As Neville gets slightly grounded, Lorcan pulls him up into a front headlock. A crowd forms in the locker room.

Lorcan then throws some punches clocking Neville in the back, and Neville swings his arms at the midsection and this continues, and the attacks of the strikes continue to ring in on their bodies. Neville eventually gets up slightly and out of the headlock.

Neville pushes Lorcan back, and then takes a swing back and punts him square in the balls, knocking him down hard. Lorcan shrivels down from the low blow, and Neville quickly runs to his case and then drags it out of the locker room at a quick pace, he then slams the door.

Oney Lorcan: “AGH. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE MY WRATH, COWARD. RUN WHILE YOU CAN.”


The scene opens on a series of doors in an unknown location. A distorted voice begins to speak.



Distorted Voice: Vinny, our, “Horror King”, has already told you of our arrival. We’re already being spoken of, which tells me there’s one thing the UWF wants to know and that’s when. When are The New Kingdom going to appear and wreak havoc?

A distorted laugh is heard as a different distorted voice starts speaking.

Distorted Voice #2: Well be careful what you wish for because trust me, you’ll wish we’d never come after we arrive. So trust me, it’s not something you want. That’s why we’ve crafted a little game. Pick the right door, and you’ll be free. But 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.



Bray Wyatt: YOWIE WOWIE!

Suddenly the lights start to flicker.

Distorted Voice: It looks like you survive another week. Bray on the other hand...

Things go black as a single scream is heard, followed by distorted laughter.


Tony Chimel: ”The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a King Of The Ring Semi-Finals match!”







The lights go out in the arena as the former music of The Miz drowns out any other noise, signalling the arrival of the aforementioned former Intercontinental Champion's best friend Chris Jericho. The lyrical portion of the song begins playing, as a countdown appears on the titantron.



I know the score like the back of my hand

Them other boys, I don’t give a damn

They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown

10

Nothing can break

9

Nothing can break me down

8

Don’t need no advice

7

I got a plan

6

I know the direction

5

The lay of the land

4

I know the score like

3

The back of my hand

2

Them other boys

1

I don’t give a damn



The titantron goes out once more, leaving the arena in darkness, save for a small source of light at the top of the stage, shaped like a jacket.







I’m the man, come round

No-no-nothing can break, no-nothing can break me down

I’m the man, come round and

No-no-nothing can break





You can’t break me down



The song continues as "The Man" Chris Jericho struts down the ramp. The former and future UWF Champion oozes confidence, as he is, in his words, fighting for his friend.



Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!



Y2J enters the ring with all the swagger of an American named Jack, and all the charisma of a Canadian Captain. The Lionheart is hyped for the match ahead, ready to take on all comers like the Alpha he is.


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 theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi. He dances down to the ring while playing the three core words:

"NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS NEW DAY ROCKS!"

He makes it into the ring, while the rest of the New Day dance to the back. He gets loudly cheered by the crowd, and hops up to the second turnbuckle as he continues to play to the crowd. He jumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.



DING DING DING



Mauro Ranallo: ”High stakes for this match, the winner goes on to the finals and get one step closer at becoming the next contender for the UWF Championship.”



Tom Phillips: ”The loser goes home empty-handed, and I have a feeling neither of these men want to do that tonight.”



Corey Graves: ”Of course they don’t, Tom! That should go without saying!”



The two men walk forward, meeting eye-to-eye. Jericho then puts his hand out towards Xavier, offering a handshake. Woods takes it, but is pulled in by The Man, who attempts a Codebreaker right out of the gate! Woods manages to avoid it, keeping hold of the hand, and goes for Lost In The Woods, but Jericho grabs hold of the leg as Woods tries falling back, causing him to simply crash to the mat without harming Jericho at all. He then takes hold of the other leg, and begins trying to turn into the Walls of Jericho, but one leg gets free of his grasp, and he is sent stumbling backwards.



Tom Phillips: ”Both of these men trying to put the other away early!”



Mauro Ranallo: ”Although this early, you have to wonder if all they are doing with this is wasting their own stamina.”



Corey Graves: ”Sure Mauro, but if one of those actually had connected then we could’ve seen the end of the match right there!”



As Woods gets to his feet, Jericho approaches him and they get into the collar-and-elbow tieup. Chris takes an early advantage with a side headlock, and when Xavier attempts to shoot him off the ropes he turns himself and cranks on the head, before taking him down to the mat with a takedown. He doesn’t stay in the hold long though, as he manages to slip out from the bottom and goes right back to the lockup with Chris. He manages to get into a side headlock of his own, but when he is shot off the ropes he instead is forced to release and run off the ropes, coming back right into a shoulder block from Jericho that knocks him down to the mat. This gives Chris some time to pose, flexing one of his arms to showcase his strength.



Mauro Ranallo: ”A bit early for showboating, isn’t it?”



Corey Graves: ”What are you talking about, Mauro? He isn’t called The Man for nothing!”



Now heading off the adjacent ropes, Woods rolls himself over into a bridge that is easily hopped over, then brings himself to his feet and leapfrogs over Jericho. Running off the ropes himself, he launches himself up and crashes into Jericho with a crossbody block, bringing the opponent down and staying on top of him for a pinfall.



.....ONE!



NO!



With little more than a one count, Chris kicks out and scrambles back to his feet. Xavier is back on a vertical base first, though, and takes advantage of this with a forearm to the face of Chris. Stumbling back, he takes another forearm to the face and bounces back from being against the ropes only to get caught in a dropkick from Woods that sends him straight to the mat. Rolling out of the ring to catch his breath, his opponent takes the time to hype the crowd up before heading up to the top rope, looking down on his opponent. Chris still has the state of mind to walk away though, causing the crowd to jeer him as Xavier climbs down from the turnbuckle and simply watch as Jericho walks up the steel steps and re-enters the ring. The two go to lock up again, but Jericho kicks him square in the gut before taking the back and connecting with a back suplex, dropping Xavier onto the neck and shoulders.



Chris takes advantage of the successful move and tries to build momentum on his side, bouncing off the ropes and dropkicking the seated Woods in the back of the head. The snap forward from the kick forces Xavier to snap back, head smacking onto the mat, which is only made worse when Jericho walks over to the grounded opponent and kicks him in the side of the head, bringing even more pain. Believing this to be it, he brings Woods up to his feet, hooks the arm, and raises him high into the air before crashing back down to the mat with a vertical suplex. Standing up, he walks over to the writhing New Day member, placing his foot onto the chest of his opponent and flexing whilst screaming out C’MON BABY, HEADING TO THE FINALS!”



.....ONE!



..NO!



Woods pushes the foot off of his chest, causing Chris to step back to regain his footing. He waits a few moments, watching as Woods makes it back to his feet. Once he is there, Jericho whips him over into the corner, before walking over and pushing Woods deeper in the corner. Once feeling confirmed in his mind that he is trapped in the corner, Jericho pulls his hand back and delivers a knife edge chop directly to the chest, the crowd letting out the traditional “WOO” in response. Liking its sound, he decides to do it again, and again, transforming the single chop into a flurry that light up Xavier’s chest. When he is done, Woods begins to stagger out of the corner, but is met with a running forearm from Chris. He waits for him to properly walk out of the corner, then bounces off the ropes attempting for a face crusher. It doesn’t come, though, as Woods manages to counter it by grabbing hold of Jericho’s waist and hitting him with a back suplex of his own. Jericho rolls back into the corner, sitting there, and as Woods sees this, a smile gets on his face.



Walking over, he stomps once into Jericho, then twice more after a delay. The pattern repeats again, and soon the crowd is chanting along to Woods’ clapping in synch with the stomps “NEW, DAY ROCKS! NEW, DAY ROCKS!” There is an audible boo when the referee forces Woods to stop in risk of disqualification, but he doesn’t mind, instead running to the opposite corner and then rushing Jericho with a dropkick to the face of The Man. Pulling him out of the corner, he goes for the cover.



.....ONE!



.....TWO!



.NO!



Tom Phillips: ”Ah, those devastating Unicorn Stomps nearly put The Man away!”



Corey Graves: ”Devastating? Those were just measly stomps followed by a dropkick, what makes them so devastating especially to someone like The Man?”



Mauro Ranallo: ”The Power of Positivity coursing through the stomps, Corey.”



Corey Graves: ”Well let’s hope there is a power outage real soon so we don’t have to see any more positivity-imbued offense from Woods.”



Both men standing, Woods makes the first move with a forearm right to the face of Chris. He follows up with a second, then a third, but is cut off by Chris kneeing him directly in the midsection. Taking the back, he delivers another back suplex to Woods. Standing up, he looks over his opponent, but rather than going for the cocky pin, he gets a smirk on his face as he bounces off the ropes and springboards off the opposite ones!



He flips back, looking for the Lionsault…







BUT WOODS GETS THE KNEES UP!



Jericho clutches his stomach, hurting from the collision, and Woods takes advantage by grabbing Chris into a small package!



.....ONE!



Mauro Ranallo: ”A brilliant counter from Woods!”



Tom Phillips: ”He could steal this win right from under Jericho’s nose!”



.....TWO!



Corey Graves: ”Come on Chris, come on…”



....NO!



Corey Graves: ”YES! The Man is still in this!”



Mauro Ranallo: ”We almost had quite the upset there, Corey-”



Corey Graves: ”But almost doesn’t count in the UWF, Mauro! It never will!”



Woods is in shock at how close he was to finish off Jericho’s KOTR hopes, but it is no matter to him as he stands up. He grabs hold of Jericho’s arm, dragging him to his feet. Raising the leg, he drops down for Lost In The Woods, but it gets blocked! The foot being thrown down, Woods barely manages to maintain his balance, and as even more surprisingly catches Jericho’s attempt of a kick, but it was all a ruse as he gets caught in the back of the head with an enziguri. Taking the opportunity, Jericho rushes to the top rope, and launches off just as his opponent stands to connect with a missile dropkick! This sends Xavier straight off his feet and rolling to the apron. Struggling to stand, he manages to do so, but only just in time for Chris to hit him with a triangle dropkick that sends Xavier crashing down to the floor.



Tom Phillips: ”The Man is on a roll right now!”



As he begins to stand up and the referee moves over for the count, Jericho attempts to go to the outside only to be stopped by the official, who reprimands him. Not wanting to argue, he steps back and lets the official do his job.



ONE!



Woods begins to crawl to the steel steps, looking for some assistance in his rise back to a stand.



TWO!



He makes it to the steps, and gets onto a knee.



THREE!



Now on two knees, he moves to the apron.



FOUR!



Getting to his feet, Woods rolls into the ring to break the count up. Jericho isn’t waiting for him to get back to his feet though, instead bringing him up manually to his feet. Groggy, Woods tries to stumble forward with a forearm, but it is easily dodged. He lines up his opponent for another one, but it is dodged again, and this time countered by Jericho grabbing him for a back suplex. Lifting him up, he looks to keep him high up for a few seconds as a showcase of strength, but he holds on for too long, and Xavier flips out the back. Landing on his feet, Jericho turns around right into a punch from Woods, and then another, and another! Whipping Chris into the corner, he crashes hard against the turnbuckle, but stays standing. Xavier places himself in the opposite corner, ready for the next strike, he yells out to the crowd once more ”NEW DAY!” The crowd respond, shouting out “ROCKS!” in response as Woods rolls forward, kips back up to his feet and dropping Jericho with a leaping clothesline right as he has just begun staggering out of the corner. As Jericho is dropped with the Honor Roll, Woods moves in for the cover.



.....ONE!



.....TWO!



.....THRE-NO!



Mauro Ranallo: ”The perseverance of Chris Jericho to kick out after that flurry of offense from Woods!”



Tom Phillips: ”The Man has come so far, he does not want to come away with a loss after how much he’s gone through!”



Woods wastes no time with any shock, any surprise in the kickout. Instead he grabs hold of Jericho’s arm. At first, Chris resists being brought to his feet, and Woods begins to stomp away at the midsection, repeatedly bringing his boot down onto the stomach until finally dragging him to the center of the ring. He keeps hold of the arm, bringing Chris up and looking at him square in the face, the pain on both men very apparent. He brings the foot up for Lost In The Woods…



BUT JERICHO CATCHES IT AND SWEEPS THE LEG! WALLS OF JERICHO ARE LOCKED IN!



Woods begins to panic, center of the ring with nowhere to go. Moments away from tapping out, and there is only one thing he can do in this situation: crawl. Crawl as fast as possible to the ropes, to try and buy some time to get a game plan for how to win this, and it is exactly what Woods does. Scraping his hands across the ringmat, he slowly begins to make his way over to the ropes, having to stop after a few seconds to try and get his body to bear the pain. It almost becomes too much for him, but he grits his teeth and continues to crawl, fighting for his life in the tournament…



AND HE MAKES IT TO THE ROPES!



With his hand barely on the ropes, the referee notices and forces Jericho to break the hold, Chris collapsing to the mat in exhaustion. It doesn’t last long though, as Woods is at the ropes, beginning to stand up. Jericho begins crawling to the opposite ropes himself, making it there just as Woods stands. An intense look in his eyes, he shakes his head, knowing this will be it, and yells out one final time ”NEW DAY!”



”ROCKS!”



His opponent stands, and Woods rolls forward…



Kips up to his feet…



Launches for the Honor Roll…



BUT IS MET WITH A CODEBREAKER BY JERICHO!!!



Mauro Ranallo: ”MAMMA MIA! JERICHO JUST CAUGHT WOODS IN MID-AIR WITH A CODEBREAKER!”



Both men seem to be down and out, the referee checking on both of them, but just as he is ready to begin the count, Jericho rolls over, placing an arm across the chest of Xavier, making the cover official!



.....ONE!



.....TWO!



.....THREE!



DING DING DING











Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE KING OF THE RING FINALS, CHRIS JERICHO!”



Jericho barely stands as the referee raises his hands, but he still keeps a smile on his face, knowing what the victory tonight means for him.



Tom Phillips: ”What a match between these two! An incredible showing from Xavier Woods, but in the end-”



Corey Graves: ”In the end it is THE MAN moving onto the King Of The Ring Finals!”



As Jericho stands on the ramp, arm up high in celebration, the feed moves on elsewhere…


The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing outside, looking down into the camera as he’s being filmed in grayscale.



Vinny Marseglia: Adrian Neville, the Intercontinental Champion. Our paths cross again and while you think luck is going to smile on you tonight, I’m standing in the breeze right now and it’s not the winds of change blowing. It’s not the winds of change blowing for anyone, the air has the same taste and smell and feel its had for quite some time. It’s cold, because death is here. Again I hold the fates of many in my hand like dice and when I take my turn, rattle you in my hand, and discard you, your fate is a grim one indeed.

One dice is you Neville, you and your aspirations of being better than Vinny Marseglia. Another few dice are reserved for Suzuki and Desperado, because this time I’m beating the old timer into extinction and I’m putting Despy on the chopping block with him. The fourth dice, is whoever wins the King of the Ring tournament. Much like I unfortunately failed to capture the UWF Championship when I won the tournament, so too will this year’s winner fail as fate has me in a position to avenge that failure by placing the shoe that stomps down the loser onto the other foot so that it is I doing the stomping.

And there’s a fifth dice for whomever finds themselves the number one contender following that, because I promise you, any future challenger will go down swinging in a red mist because I came in swinging with both my bare hands as well as this axe, should I need to. And five fallen dice means one thing for me: Yahtzee. I win this game no matter how it’s played, because this is my kingdom, and shall remain that way as I crescen it anew.

But first, I must destroy contenders, and men that simply challenge non-title. Tonight, that’s you, Neville. And I’ll try not to stain your championship too badly.

Vinny starts laughing as things fade out to darkness.


The camera cuts outside to see a car pulling up. The door opens and to everyone surprise, it is the Television Champion Big Show. He had the night off so it was unsure what he was up too. He grabs his title and heads inside. He starts walking down the corridor when there is a tap on his shoulder. He stops in his tracks and turns around to see Mike Rome.

Mike Rome
Big Show do you have a few moments I'd love to chat with you.

World's Largest Athlete Big Show
Sure thing Mike, in fact, this is perfect timing because I have a few things to get off my chest.

Mike Rome
Well, I am sure everyone in the back and the UWF Universe is wondering what happened to you? We haven't seen you in a few weeks.

World's Largest Athlete Big Show
Mike, I will be the first to stand here and admit that the triple threat match for the King Of The Ring spot took a lot out of me. Although I suppose having a chunk of flesh taken out of me would do that as well. I had a humbling experience a few weeks ago and realized that I cannot just rely on my strength and height. I have to actually put the work in and never underestimate another opponent while I am here. I do apologize for disappearing but honestly, it was needed for me in order to get my head back in the game.

Mike Rome
Now as everyone knows you are not scheduled for a match and honestly no one expected you to show up so what is the special occasion?

World's Tallest Athlete Big Show
This may come as a shock but I want to be the fighting champion that this place seems to be missing. I want to be around every week and be involved in the discussions to make this place better. However, I cannot do that unless I take an assertive role so I am here tonight to offer a challenge.

The fans cheer loudly as Mike Rome speaks.

Mike Rome
What kind of challenge and why now?

World's Tallest Athlete Big Show
Well to answer the second part of your question first the reason I chose this moment is because rumor has it Heatwave will determine my next opponent. I am fine with that but I believe there is a lot of underachieving and underrated superstars here in the UWF and what better way to make a splash than to take on The World's Tallest Athlete. So with that being said let me continue. I am issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back I would prefer someone new to really test yourself but being I am a fair guy anyone will do. I don't expect an answer tonight but next week I will be in attendance and who knows what will happen. Does anyone have the balls to challenge me? Time will certainly tell.

Big Show storms off leaving MIke Rome standing in the hallway as the camera fades to the ring.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a King of the Ring Semifinals match! Introducing first...



The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron. The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.



Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!



He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

Every light in the arena suddenly cuts out and the fans start to buzz, a low rumble washing over the stands as they begin to question what's going on as moment after moment passes. Then, an iconic bassline, the tap-tap-tap of some drums and a legendary riff begin to play over the arena soundsystem.



The fans are still unsure who this new song heralds, but some spotlights flare to life, sweeping over the crowd as Pink's voice echoes through the air. Then, suddenly, a silence so perfect you can hear a pin drop overtakes the arena, followed by a loud pop as the chorus of "White Rabbit" kicks in and the spotlights merge into a single spot at the center of the stage. A deafening pop and a blinding pyrotechnic explosion follow, and once the smoke settles, a man unseen in the UWF for many years stands with an arm raised at the top of the ramp, smiling widely.



Tony Chimel: From the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!

Moments pass, and then the fans erupt in a massive pop for the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness, first-ever UWF King of the Ring and former European Champion as he makes his way down the ramp. He claps palms with the adoring masses. He jogs up the ring steps. He enters the squared circle. And then, after removing his accessories, he finds a corner and leans in it as he meditates, beseeching the Cosmic Gods for inner peace and harmony before the beginning of this contest.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Johnny throws a kick forward to the stomach of Aleister but Black catches it and flips Morrison but Morrison lands on his feet and throws another kick but Al smacks the leg away. John goes to the well one more time and throws a kick, his opponent again catching it as Black forcefully pushes the leg back as it gets turned into the leg fed cartwheel kick that the, “Cosmic Crusader” calls the Reality Destroyer.

As Black is dazed, JoMo leaps up and grabs the shoulders of his opponent and places his knees in his upper body as he falls back and does a Monkey Flip but Aleister lands on his feet. Johnny heads his feet hit the mat as he turns to face him and Black goes for a Lariat but Morrison bridges himself backward to avoid it as the crowd is impressed. But as John gets up, his opponent lunges at him and applies a Half-Nelson Choke with the Half-Nelson applied to the left arm and him holding the right across the throat region interlocked with the left so that Johnny is forced to choke himself essentially.

Tom Phillips: Quick, cold, and calculating is that Aleister Black.

Mauro Ranallo: An impressive dodge turned into peril once Johnny returned to that vertical base.

Corey Graves: Of course he’s cunning; you don’t hold a championship that long by luck.

Aleister smiles as Johnny appears to be fading in the hold as he throws him upward and lands in a sit-out, Morrison’s legs clearing each side of him as he’s driven face first into the mat. Black keeps the hold applied as he gets up and heads over to the nearest corner and starts beating his opponent’s head against the turnbuckle pad while still in the hold.

While this is going on, Johnny Mo manages to throw a kick back into the stomach of the former Television Champion, who hunches over after impact is made and he lets go. Johnny quickly hooks his arm around Black’s head and hits him with a Snap Suplex into the corner then, because of the angle of the landing, ties Aleister in a Tree of Woe.

Johnny goes for a kick but Al curls up like he’s doing a push-up but Mo punches him in the kidneys and grabs him, connecting with an elevated Scorpion Death Drop! As soon as the big man is down, the KotR semi-finalist heads to the top and connects with Cosmic Calamity as he goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Black gets the shoulder up as Johnny gets off of him. Al sits cross-legged and shoots him a sly smile as Johnny Mo immediately connects with a Basement Dropkick to the chest and midsection as Aleister falls back and Johnny uncrosses the legs, holding them apart. ”Make a wish!” shouts Morrison before forcing the legs apart quickly in a sort of wishbone. As Black reacts to the pain, JoMo grabs his ankles and guides him over to the nearest corner as Johnny perches himself up in a yoga pose, holding each leg apart with his own feet and legs as the former Television Champion is writhing in agony.

Tom Phillips: I think this is the first time I’ve seen yoga hurt someone in a way it wasn’t good for them.

Mauro Ranallo: You must’ve never played Street Fighter then, Tom.

Corey Graves: A lot of strain being put on that pelvic region. It makes my groin hurt looking at it!

Morrison smiles at the pain Black is in then puts his arms above his head and lets his hands meet as he falls forward and hits Al straight in the face and head with a Double Axe Handle Johnny is up, leaving a prone Black, as the former UWF Champion heads up top and goes for the Cosmic Calamity again but Al gets his knees up and in the way as JoMo falls to the other side of him.

Black gets up and walks over to Morrison, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking upward as Johnny is now on his knees. Aleister starts laying in the kicks to various areas of the back before grabbing a handful of hair again and pulling his opponent to his feet. Al puts an arm between the legs of the, “Revolution Night Delight” and scoops him into his arms, holding him upside down as he now moves his hands to John’s ankles and pulls upward as he steps on the hair with his feet, pulling down.

Tom Phillips: Like an old school torture device, Johnny Morrison is being pulled in two directions!

Mauro Ranallo: No doubt payback for earlier with what was done to his lower body.

Corey Graves: Still makes me cringe, Mauro.

After a few moments of hearing Johnny scream, Black gets off of his hair and flips him back around so that he’s on his feet again. Black hits a clubbing blow to the top of Johnny’s head and puts it between his legs after Johnny hunches down and over as he hoists the man seeking perfection into Powerbomb position and throws him over the top rope, releasing as John clears it.

John lands impressively on the crowd barricade beside the ramp and leaps to the apron as Black takes a swing but Morrison grabs the ropes and leans back to avoid it, then launches himself forward onto Aleister with a Springboard Crossbody! He goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Black kicks out as Johnny creates some distance, his opponent sitting cross-legged again and shooting him another sly smile. Johnny takes a few steps and puts his hand on the mat, turning his body and connecting with a Reality Destroyer in response. Aleister lays there, bleeding from his upper lip, as Morrison grabs him and guides him to his feet, hooking his arm around Black’s head as he hoists him up and drops him abdomen first onto the top rope.

Aleister holds on and manages to stay on the apron as John goes to follow up but Black sprays him with a mist of blood and saliva, blinding him, as Al comes over the top rope with a devastating looking Meteora.

Tom Phillips: Well that’s one way to use an injury to your advantage.

Mauro Ranallo: No love lost with that Meteora, that’s for sure.

Corey Graves: That may have startled Johnny’s dentist.

Black is the first up as he steps on Johnny’s hair but before he can do anything, Johnny swings his legs back and locks them around Al’s neck, then pushes himself up quickly and swings around, launching Aleister into the ropes. As the tatted beast comes off the ropes, John leapfrogs over him, sending him to the opposite ropes. As Black comes off of them, Morrison blasts him with the Extradimensional Rift but Aleister uses the ropes to remain standing.

Johnny kicks him in the side of the head and then grabs him and bends him down, hooking his head and putting Black’s legs on the middle rope. Morrison now wastes not another second as he connects with a Rope Hung Moonlight Drive! He goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR...NO!

Aleister manages to get the shoulder up as JoMo gets off of him. Black kips up as he chops Johnny across the chest, then throws a kick to the ribs on the right side, then on the left side, then he goes for a kick straight to the sternum but JoMo catches his foot and throws it backward but Black flips and lands on his feet, this time connecting with the boot to the sternum. Morrison is launched into the ropes and as he comes off of them, Al leaps up and connects with another Meteora!

As Morrison lays there stunned, Aleister rolls him over and applies the Dragon Slayer.

Tom Phillips: Well this is definitely not where Morrison wants to find himself.

Mauro Ranallo: Could we see this end on a submission?

Corey Graves: Well tapping out won’t make him perfect, so let’s hope not.

Aleister wrenches back on the hold at the same time he’s laying stiff elbows in to the side of his opponent’s face. Johnny appears to be fading as the referee comes over to check. Red faced and going limp, the official is about to call it but JoMo shows it was a ruse as he comes to life and manages to grab the rope in front of him as Black lays in stiffer and more rapid elbows while the referee counts down to disqualifying him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI...

Right before the referee counts five, Black releases the hold as JoMo now lays face down, bleeding from his left ear due to the clubbing blows, as he puts his hands down and starts climbing to a vertical base. Al is up first as he stomps hard on Morrison’s hand, grinding his boot into it as Johnny cries out in pain. Black relents after a moment as Morrison stands straight up and turns, throwing a punch but Aleister catches it so Jo throws a knee to the gut.

Black hunches over as Mo hooks his head but is pushed away by Black. The “Dutch Destroyer” charges but Johnny uses Black’s momentum against him as he connects with the Plane Crash!Aleister gets up holding his back as he connects with a Throat Thrust and whips his opponent into the ropes but Morrison leaps onto the ropes split-legged and connects with the Asai moonsault known as the Interstellar Leap!

Black is down as Morrison is now up. Aleister sits up once more, legs crossed, as he looks over his shoulder and smiles at Johnny. Johnny reacts angrily and charges him, blasting him in the face with the Brave New Reality as Aleister falls onto his side. Black kips up as Johnny is turning around and spits another mist of saliva and blood into his eyes and connects with a Big Boot as Morrison hits the mat but rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Johnny wipes his eyes with his fingers as he looks at the ring as Aleister grabs the rope and slides his legs under, kicking John and knocking him into the ringside barricade. Black hits the opposite ropes and charges toward the ropes in front of him and leaps, hitting John with a Suicide Dive Meteora that collapses the section of barricade Morrison was propping himself up on!

Tom Phillips: Good Lord!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!

Corey Graves: Holy shit!

The crowd is in with Corey as a, “Ho-ly Shit! Ho-ly Shit!” chant has started as both men lay in the wreckage, security backing fans away from them. In the ring, the referee starts counting.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Aleister is up to his knees as Morrison is still laid out, heavily breathing.

FOUR!


FIVE!

Aleister delivers a stomp to Johnny’s body before turning and heading towards the ring.

SIX!

Johnny sits up.

SEVEN!

Black enters the ring as Morrison starts making his way over.

EIGHT!

Morrison slides into the ring and gets to his feet right as Aleister throws a kick and, as a result, eats a Black Mass! Black looks down at Morrison and spits on him, deciding he isn’t through as he reaches down and grabs him, guiding him forcefully back to his feet. Once there, Aleister goes for another Black Mass but Morrison ducks it, then turns and connects with the Extradimensional Rift

Johnny’s feeling it as he goes up top and gets in position for the Cosmic Calamity but as he does, out walks AJ Styles onto the stage.

Tom Phillips: What’s he doing out here?

AJ begins meditating and as Johnny is distracted, Al runs up the turnbuckle and connects with a Black Mass! Johnny falls forward and Aleister catches him on his shoulders, setting him on his feet and connecting with another Black Mass!. Aleister goes for the cover.

ONE!

Mauro Ranallo: Not like this!

TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and advancing to the King of the Ring Finals, Aleister Black!

Aleister sits cross-legged again as he smiles about the outcome.

Tom Phillips: AJ Styles is a son of a bitch!

Mauro Ranallo: I agree that he had no business out here, but you better believe comeuppance is coming.

Corey Graves: Still, it was a good contest and congratulations to Aleister Black on advancing.



The cameras pick up backstage where Noam Dar is walking down a corridor whilst talking on his phone.

Noam Dar: Look Maw I'm telling you, I had it in the bag. It was one move that I didn't see coming, and in the end that's all it took tae seal the deal. On another night it would never have happened, I know it, and that crappy rock star bampot knows it as well. It was pot-luck at its finest, one day he'll see, they'll all see. Bunch of absolute wasters, the lot of them!

Dar continues walking as he listens to the response from the other end of the line before following up with a response of his own.

Noam Dar: What dae you mean there's always next year!? This time next year I fully intend tae be the UWF Champion, so why the hell would I need tae win the poxy King of the Ring if I'm already holding the belt? Dae you even get how any of this works? Or better still, dae you ever care tae think before you open your trap? You know for my so called 'biggest supporter' I expected a hell of a lot better! Even a blind man can see that my star is rising with every passing week, and on my day I know there's not a damn soul on this roster that can beat me…



Suddenly Dar stops right in his tracks, as there's a set of familiar faces stood in his way who have caught an earful of his remarks and appear to have an interest in putting that last part to the test. It’s Kevin Nash and Scott Hall, who are standing in the middle of a few local talent, road crew members, and development talents.

Nash: So then, Sheiky goes “Ah, but bubbah, can you get some of the Heineken, bubba?” and I was like, “Sheiky, it’s 6 in the morning!”, it was always crazy riding with him. But hey guys, I’ll catch ya’ll later.

Nash and Hall walk up to Dar who hangs up his call.

Nash: Hey man, couldn’t help overhearing your conversation there...keep your chin up, man. We win some, we lose some. Just because we’re out of this tournament doesn’t mean there isn’t going to be another opportunity right around the corner. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the years, if you let yourself feel like it’s done, then you’ve already been defeated.

Noam Dar: You know it’s funny. I don’t seem to recall ever having any kind of interaction with you guys in the past, so unless you’ve got something of any actual value tae say, why don’t you keep your condescending thoughts tae yourselves. Alright?

Nash: Whoah, whoah, whoah, easy kid. I wasn’t trying to strike a nerve there.

Noam Dar: Kid!? Are you serious!? Listen here big man, I might not have been bouncing around at the same time as drinking crappy beer with the Iron Sheik was considered ‘cool’, but we’re in the 21st century now, and people have rights. And one of my rights is tae freely go about my business without being looked down upon and talked down tae in such degrading and disrespectful manner by a couple of wasters!

Hall: I don’t know about you, Big Kev...but this guy seems like he needs an attitude adjustment.

Nash: Look, I was trying to be nice...but I’m starting to see that it’s pointless even extending common courtesy to some of you young punks back here. Yeah, I called you kid because to me, that’s what you are...and you’re definitely acting like a spoiled little kid right now who hasn’t gotten his way and is taking it out on everybody around him. I’m going to let that slide, you’re having a pretty rough day, apparently...so I’m going to chalk it up to that. Now, I’m going to be the bigger man here and walk away before you say something that you’re going to end up regretting. Come on, Scott.

Hall and Nash turn to walk away, but Dar isn’t finished.

Noam Dar: Aye away you go you pair of cockwombles, save your poxy opinions for someone who actually gives a toss!

Hall and Nash stop and glance at each other before turning around. Scott does the signature spooky fingers.

Hall: Pretty big words for such a little dude, if you ask me, Kev.

Nash: Alright, look, kid...I’ve tried to be nice. I’ve even tried to turn the other cheek. But you’re really insistent on pissing me off, aren’t you? I tell you what...you’ve got a big mouth and you seem like you like to run it quite a bit….so how’s about you put your money where your mouth is and step up to the big leagues against someone like me at Heatwave?

Noam Dar: I could stand here pissing you off until the cows come home Kev, it would serve you right for poking your nose in where it’s not welcome. As for Heatwave, consider your challenge accepted. That way you’ll learn first hand that you would have been better off just sticking tae remembering all the fun times from the past with your buddies instead of interfering in my business.

Nash: I’ll have no problem adjusting that little attitude of yours. And I’ll definitely have no problem humbling you. Sounds like to me you’ve got an inflated sense of what you’re really worth. I’ve got a bit of steam to blow off from my last match, and I’ve got a little bit of a bone to pick with you now...that’s two things that really aren’t going in your favor.

Hall and Nash turn to walk away. Scott looks over his shoulder at Dar.

Hall: Stay golden, pony boy.

He flicks his toothpick in Dar’s direction who shakes his head in disgust. Nash looks at him and throws his hands up mouthing “what the hell” as the two walk off...




The song “Rottweiler” by IDLES blasts into the arena blasting the arena with some aggressive scrappy tunes representing the fire that is now within the Intercontinental Champion, Adrian Neville.

“THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT...
THERE’S A RAT IN MY CAGE...
THERE’S A SHARK AT MY FEET…
THAT’S BEEN CIRCLING FOR DAYS...”

As the chorus kicks in on the song Adrian Neville blasts through the curtain aggressively, belt swinging about, nothing else special. He pulls up his Intercontinental Championship and slaps the face of it several times and then smiles cockily off to the crowd with a grin on his face.

Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, Adrian Neville!”

Neville lowers his championship and then drags it down by his side, stomping down to the ring quickly and disregarding everyone in attendance tonight. He then stops at the side furthest from the hardcam, and swings his title up into the ring.

Neville then slides in and then picks up the championship on the ground and heads over to the middle of the ring and looks at his title, and then chucks it aside, connecting hard with the turnbuckles and then Neville runs up on the ropes to pose.



Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner and scoops up his beaten championship and readies himself for the matchup, folding the title up and then passing it off to the referee.

As the lights go out, a now familiar combination of instrumental sounds is heard over the PA system for several seconds before the titantron screen lights up with an image.



As the crowd reacts, the instrumental building, screaming vocals suddenly come in.

”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW
DOWWWNNNN!”



As the screaming prolongs and the instrumentation picks up, suddenly Vinny appears from the back with a red balloon in one hand, his UWF Championship over his shoulder, and his axe at his waist as he heads towards the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the UWF Champion! The, “Horror King”...Vinny...Marseglia!

Vinny steps up onto the apron, and releases the balloon as he leans back and seems to take in the fear in the air.



Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he gets ready to bring the horror.

VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, Neville comes marching to the center of the ring but it's Vinny who gains the upper hand as he goes low and takes his feet out from under him with a takedown. He starts laying punches right into Neville's face and Adrian tries to cover up. He manages to use his feet to kick Vinny away from him before scurrying back up to a vertical base. Vinny is all smiles, knowing he got a few good licks in there. Neville wipes his face before walking back to Vinny, wanting to wipe that smile right off his face. The two lock up and start trying to out power one another. Neither man gains an edge as they traverse all around the ropes, neither man wanting to let go. It's not until Neville goes low with a knee to the gut that someone is finally able to gain an advantage.


Corey Graves: There you go Neville, teach that maniac a lesson!

Mauro Ranallo: I'm amazed at how much you've turned around on Adrian Neville.

Corey Graves: Have you seen who's across the ring from him. I'll cheer the Usos before I cheer for Vinny Marseglia.

Tom Phillips: Well I know who I want to see Vinny take on next.


Neville grabs Vinny's face with both hands and talks some shit to him before throwing him to the ropes. Vinny comes back and runs right into a running back elbow. Neville looks down at Vinny with nothing but pure disdain on his face. He leans over and grabs Vinny, picking him back up and whipping him into the corner. He runs after him but Vinny counters with an elbow to the side of the face. Neville is staggered a bit and Vinny comes running out of the corner only for Neville to jump up and wrap his legs around his neck and hurrincanrana him, staying on top of him and proceeding to beat the snot out of him. The ref gets on his about the closed fists and so Neville lets Vinny go. Marseglia rolls away towards the center of the ring but Neville is quick to capitalize by hitting a running shooting star on top of him! He hooks the leg for the pin!



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A quick kickout from Marseglia! Neville grabs a fistful of hair and brings Marseglia back up to his feet. The Horror King looks to be in trouble as Neville gets him in a full nelson but Vinny starts to come to life, realizing the danger he's in. He's trying to power out, not letting Neville clasp his hands together. Not able to properly get his hands closed, Neville pops his hips and goes for a dragon suplex anyways except Vinny is able to slip out and land on his feet! Neville doesn't realize this however and when he gets back up to his feet, He's grabbed at the waist and gets taken down with a saito suplex! Neville lands awkwardly on his neck and tries to get up right away only for Marseglia to hit him with a second saito suplex! This time as Neville tries to sit up, Vinny shoves his head back down into the mat and goes for the cover.



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2 . . .



Neville kicks out! Marseglia just smiles, knowing he gets to play a little longer with the former Black Rose.


Mauro Ranallo: The look on the UWF Champion's face says it all.

Corey Graves: How this lunatic is even allowed to be champion, let alone wrestle for this company is a complete mystery to me.

Tom Phillips: If you don't like it, maybe you should try and stop him. You are a former International Champion and all.

Corey Graves: I don't like to make things all about me but believe me, I could if I wanted to.


Vinny suddenly turns his attention on Graves who looks like he's seen a ghost. He turns to Tom and mouths "Did he hear me?". Vinny smiles at Graves before grabbing Neville and placing him in a dragon sleeper. He brings him up to his feet, looking like he want to put him away already. Neville however brings his knee up to smash Vinny ion the face. He refuses to let go but its' nothing that a few more knee smashes can't fix. With his grasp loosened, Neville slips free and runs to the ropes. He comes running back a dodges a clothesline, taking Vinny's back and hitting a release german suplex! Vinny rolls all the way out of the ring but Neville is lying in wait. He runs to the ropes, jumping clear over them to hit a corkscrew moonsault dive right onto Marseglia!


Mauro Ranallo: What agility and precision from Adrian Neville!

Corey Graves: He may have a very brash and in your face demeanor but let's not forget that Neville is one of the if not best high flyer in the game today.


NMeville to his feet right away and stares out into the crowd. People in the front row stand up and boo him right to his face. Nevile walks up to one of them and gets forehead to forhead with them, talking trash before backing away and spitting in his face. He snarls and turns back to focus on Marseglia except when he turns around, he notices that Vinny is gone. He looks around the corner to see if Vinny is there and sees nothing. He walks to the other side of the ring to check there and once again sees nothing. He's around the crowd to see if maybe he jumped over the barricade but sudden;y Vinny's hands come out from under the ring and grab Neville's feet! The Intercontinental Champion falls onto his face and Vinny starts to pull him under the ring. Knowing what's happened to people in the past who've been pulled under the ring, Neville tries his hardest to scratch and claw his way from out under the ring. He grabs onto the apron but it simply snaps off as he's being pulled into the darkness. Neville however catches glimpse of a fire extinguisher and quickly grabs it. He then proceeds to shoot it down towards his feet and Vinny finally let's ago, allowing Neville enough time to crawl fully back into the view of the crowd and he quickly scurries backwards up the ramp.

There's only darkness and smoke from the extinguisher that can be seen underneath the ring. Like something straight out of a horror movie though, Vinny's smiling head comes peaking out of the darkness. He starts crawling as if he's Samara from The Ring coming out of the TV to kill her prey. Neville continues to back away with a scared look on his face but then he stops. He slaps himself in the face a few times and shakes his head, telling himself to snap out of it. He rushes to his feet and runs over to hit the crawling Vinny with a basement dropkick. He then picks up Marseglia and tosses him back into the ring.


Corey Graves: Enough of the horror show, it's time for Adrian Neville to lay this bastard to rest!


Neville slides into the ring and sees Marseglia close to the corner. He walks over and jumps onto the second rope before flipping through the air and hitting a second rope phoenix splash! He hooks the leg, putting his forearm right in Marseglia's face as the ref drops down to make the count.



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2 . . .



Marseglia kicks out at 2! Neville gets back up to his feet and grabs both arms of Marseglia's, lifting him a bit off the mat before stomping his face in with his foot! He bashes his head in over and over until the ref is forced to intervene. Marseglia looks loopy, even crazier than usual as his eyes roll around in his head. Neville grabs him by his dreads and pulls him back up to his feet. He yells in his face something inaudible before hooking both arms behind him and dumping him right on his head with a release tiger driver! Vinny body flips over onto his stomach and he doesn't move an inch. Neville sense blood in the water and lays down over him, grabbing the upper half of his body and trying to put him in The Death of Man! Just as he puts his hands over the face of Marseglia's to clasp his hands together, Vinny turns his head and just starts biting down on his hand!


Mauro Ranallo: Marseglia is trying to tear off Neville's finger's like they're hot dogs on the fourth of July!

Corey Graves: What is this lousy ref doing. You need to get in there!


No amount of warnings gets Marseglia to stop. He's like a dog with a bone, refusing to let go. Neville lets go of the hold and tries to pull his hand away but to no avail. He gets up to his feet, all while Vinny is still biting onto his hand. Because of this, Vinny is on his knees and in a rather helpless position as Neville starts to kick his face in. No matter what he tries, Vinny still holds onto Neville's fingers and so Adrian lowers his hand down to bring Vinny to a kneeling position before just throwing multiple kicks to the side of his head until finally his free his hand from his grasp! Vinny sits back up on his knees and Neville takes his head damn near clean off with a superkick! Marseglia falls backwards and Neville is quick to move in for the cover.



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2 . . .



Marseglia kicks out! Neville gets right back up to his feet and stomps down on Marseglia before dragging his body closer to the corner. The Intercontinental Champion proceeds to exit onto the apron and climb up to the top rope. He jumps off the top rope and Vinny rolls out of the way except Neville expected this, overshooting his target and coming down with his knees right onto the back of Marseglia with a shooting star knee drop! Vinny is having a hard time breathing and Neville pays his health little attention as he turns him over and goes for the pin.



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2 . . .



3 . . .



But NO! Marseglia kicks out! Neville slaps the mat in anger and gets in the face of the ref, telling him it was a 3. Vinny starts to laugh, knowing he's getting to Neville. The Intercontinental Champion slowly turns his head to look back at his opponent, snarl on his face. He rushes over and grabs his face with both hands, bringing him back up to his feet but not before kneeing him in the gut a few times. Vinny starts to cough up blood but that doesn't stop him from smiling. All this does is piss off Neville who grabs his head and runs up the turnbuckles for a tornado DDT but Marseglia ends up shoving him, causing him to lose his footing and slip over the ropes. Neville is nimble though and manages to land on the apron. Vinny tries to attack him with a forearm but Adrian ducks and hits him with a shoulder thrust instead. Marseglia backs away holding his gut. Neville measures him and springboards off the top rope, coming down with a crossbody but Marseglia lunges backwards, keeping his knee out as Neville lands right on top of it!

Neville rolls around the mat holding his stomach and coughing. The tables have turned as Vinny has a sadistic grin on his face. He picks up Neville by the hair and gives him a headbutt. One is not enough as he just continues on with the head trauma before whipping him into the corner. Vinny runs right after him, hitting him with the Sam Cane in the corner before bring him out and hooking him up for a belly to back suplex, only to drop his elbow down with him, driving it into his heart once he lands! Neville tries to roll away but Vinny pulls his body back down and makes the pin.



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Neville kicks out! Vinny sits up and smiles directly into the camera, making even the people at home feel uneasy, like he's starring into their souls.


Tom Phillips: There's always an eerie feeling when Vinny Marseglia looks at you.

Mauro Ranallo: I imagine it's what it feels like to look in the eyes of Charles Manson.

Corey Graves: Yeah so why is this freak show wrestling and not in jail!


Grabs Neville by his arms and drags him over to the corner before sliding out of the ring. He reaches back in, grabbing a foot and a hand before stretching his back against the steel ring post, trying to bend him in half the wrong way. To add even more pressure, he places his foot on the post as he wrenches, maybe trying to tear his limbs from his body. Neville's only repose is when the ref counts up to 4, forcing Vinny to let go of the hold. Neville rolls away to the center of the ring and that's when Vinny climbs up onto the apron, continuing his climb to the top rope. Neville is in perfect position for Vinny as he leaps off with the Redrum! Neville luckily manages to get his knees up in time and Vinny crashes into them!


Tom Phillips: Just when it looks like someone has an edge in this match, the other person turns it around!

Mauro Ranallo: There's a reason both these men are champions and even though they have titles to worry about defending at Heatwave, they both still want to prove that their the best the UWF has to offer.


The Intercontinental Champion tries to rush back to his feet to take advantage but his back gives out and he falls to his hands and knees. He crawls over to the corner and uses the ropes to help him get up but it's taking awhile, too long actually as Vinny manages to get up first albeit, he too is grabbing at his spine. He looks at Neville with his back turned and runs over at him, hitting with with another Sam Hane in the corner, this time to the back of the head! Vinny follows up by going underneath Neville and picking him up to place him onto the top rope. He's facing away from the ring as Vinny climbs up to the second rope, looking to set him up for something big.

Vinny grabs him at his waist, like maybe he';; go for a super saito suplex but Neville starts to fight him off with some fists to the ribs. Vinny ends up falling down onto his feet and Neville tries to readjust himself. Unfortunately for him, Vinny swoops underneath him and grabs a hold of him in an electric chair. He walks away from the corner and has a big smile on his face. No one is quite sure what he's about to do but we'll never find out as Neville pulls his weights backwards and spikes Vinny on the top of his head with a reverse rana! He quickly crawls over and makes the cover!



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It's still not enough as Vinny gets the shoulder up at 2! Neville has a look of disbelief on his face but deep down he knows it wasn't enough to put away the Horror King. He grabs Vinny and starts to lift him up but Marseglia suddenly lunges forward and headbutts him right in the gut. Neville is keeled over but manages to pop back up and hit a dropkick, the move pushing the UWF Champion backwards and he runs into the ref, knocking him down! Neville sees an opening and runs at Vinny, only for him to get scooped up and hit with a backbreaker! Still feeling the effects of the spine against the steel post, Neville quickly rolls to the outside to escape the clutches of Marseglia. He sees the fire extinguisher still nearby and goes to grab it but as he's bending over, Oney Lorcan comes out from nowhere and grabs him from behind, tossing him back into the ring! Neville looks back, not knowing who just put their hands on him and sees none other than his opponent at Heatwave staring him down. He gets angry and for a second, forgets who he's in the ring with! That's all Vinny needs though as he grabs Neville from behind and hits the Farewell to the Flesh! The ref crawls over and makes the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Vinny Marseglia!




Oney smiles at what he's done and thinks about going in there to finish off Neville but he doesn't. He instead turns his back on him and walks up the ramp, deciding that he wants to beat down on Neville at Heatwave. Vinny stays in the ring and raises his championship but then notices as a single red balloon comes flying over. Vinny smiles as shakes his head. Mind games won't work on the horror king. He goes to pop the balloon but when he does, green mist spews out from it and covers his face! Vinny is blinded and Suzuki comes through the crowd. He's got Desperado's guitar in hand and he slams it over the head of Marseglia! The UWF Champion goes down but Suzuki isn't done. He mounts him and just starts throwing palm strikes, busting Vinny's nose open and mixing the green mist with the red blood as Suzuki paints his masterpiece all over the champion's face.

Suzuki finally stops just to laugh at Vinny. He then transitions into the sleeper hold, making Vinny pass out almost immediately. Desperado comes into the ring with a mic in hand and laughs at the display. Suzuki kicks him off and tells Despy to count


1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

10!

Desperado then raises Suzuki's arm and gives him the UWF Championship. Suzuki raises it and stands over the passed out and bloodied MNarseglia as the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW



Credits

Havoc vs Gulak - Max

MJF/Brookes vs Balor/Styles - George

Woods vs Jericho - Leedles

Sami & Becky vs GOD- Crann

Usos vs SSF, Morrison vs Black - Dresden

Ultramantis vs Shibata, Vinny vs Neville - Danny

[AndyDNU]

Yet another week with an incredible and almost flawless turnout. You people are awesome. Everyone deserves credit to be fair but I have to single out Dresden & Semi for going 9, yes, nine rounds. Uncharted territory for many, fair play to you both for going mental. Below is some stuff which I would like to touch on just now, will try and add more later if I can:

. Firstly hats off to Danny for including the intro vid in the opening. Who made that awesome sauce? 

. A wild Punk appeared! Tell you what though I'm intrigued where this stuff with Balor is going as I've been hooked by Heel's work since the get go. Definitely one of my ones to lookout for each week.

. At Backlash I flagged up the hope that we'd get some extra depth to the tag division, and that certainly appears to have been worked on with 5 teams now duking it out for the titles at Heatwave. Difficult to make a prediction for the night as there's a lot of good folk in there with TT's still to go up, but one of the general show standouts for me over the past month has been Leedles and the SSF. Loved the promo this week with a look inside the workings of Estrada Enterprises, pretty cool and a tag win that followed for good measure. Solid stuff.

. KOTR delivered again, quality contests and so hard to call them with everyone going full pelt in the TT'ing department, but we now have our finalists and I'm looking forward to seeing Brandyn & Half go at it for the right to call themselves King. Best of luck chaps!

. Looking forward to duking it out with Mattchewie at HW, very happy with the joint promo we put together, I am a fan of those as I've mentioned before. After last weeks KOTR matches we knew that Lorcan would be moving on to face Neville and Joe would flag up his screwy finish, but it felt like Dar & Nash quickly became an afterthought, albeit unintentionally. Either way we're gonna have a good time I'm sure.

. The champ vs champ main event was cool, nice use of Lorcan and Suzuki/Desperado in regards to how they went for their respective targets during and after the bout. All involved should be in for good matches for HW.

. All in all a nice show, now comes a busy couple of weeks with another Rev and then Heatwave right after. Should be fun!

[Dres]

“They did the squash. They did the Curtain Jerk Squash. It was a squash. Gulak seemed to take the week off”. Weird, “Monster Mash” parody aside squashes still suck, I’m sure there was a reason though, and opening with it was a good call.

I like the Bálor promo a lot. Very creative and Reverend Punk is back to bless us, baby! I love HeelBoi’s Punk!

Very good Shibata promo. It’s always cool when we get promos set in the past.

Long but great Estrada Enterprises promo. This faction is thus far a brilliant brainchild.

Shibata and Black had quite the contest, I enjoyed it.

Rey got me with that promo. That was a nice swerve and a great, great promo.

Nice to hear from The New Day, also set last week which is cool.

MJF is great to have around. This guy is going places with the character.

Samoan Strike Force with the win at last. Get used to that though, they’re beasts!

Another nicely creative Brookes promo.

Tessa is hot and adds a nice dynamic to the World Warriors.

Good tag match. Nice win for MJF and Brookes.

More good stuff with New Day and Velveteen Dream.

Loved the WALTER interview.

Drake Maverick returning is a win in my book.

That tag match was awesome, and the post-match stuff leading into the Scramble match announcement was beautifully done.

The Neville/Lorcan interaction was great.

Hope people are excited for The New Kingdom arriving.

Leedles wrote a heck of a match here and Brandyn advances! Good job, son!

Vinny promo. No one comments on these.

A good Big Show promo but please stop bolding everything.

I’m happy with the match I wrote. Was hoping for Crann to advance but YOWIE WOWIE, Black versus Jericho will be awesome. I’d love to face either.

That Dar/Outsiders segment was a fun back and forth.

Great main event. It was my pleasure going nine rounds, Champ versus Champ. Glad no one factored into the finish and showed up after the fact.

Amazing show!

[George]

Hey yo what’s FUCKING good. I’m gonna go do this thing maybe probably hopefully definitely. It was a pretty good show this week, I don’t have a lot to talk about/complain about at the start of this thing, but I’ll go back and add things to this if I think of anything.

Top 3 Promos (in my opinion)
- Schadenfreude is a cult pass it on: I actually mentioned the word in my session this week, and Trent got slightly inspired by a message to him. Question though, where the shit is Kyle Fletcher at?
- Always look on the bright side of life (on the outside-rs): It was nice seeing this interaction between these two. Matt plays his Nash very well and I always love to see more of that.
- The New Terrorists: Jesus fam, they be blowing up boats and shit? The heck happened to the power of positivity and that?! Give me more pancakes!

Havoc vs Gulak - Max
A squash be a squash what can I say. I kinda saw Gulak not showing, I pinged him like 3 days before the deadline just in case if he had forgotten. It’s whatever.

MJF/Brookes vs Balor/Styles - George
It’s kinda sucky HeelBoi ain’t been able to make any impact with his Balor, and I’ve heard he’s not enjoying it a lot (most likely because he’s losing BUT WHAT DO I KNOW). It was fun to write, and they’re all great, especially the guy who plays MJF. I hope he stays around longer than he did last year around this time.

Woods vs Jericho - Leedles
I really appreciate this style of writing, it’s slick and builds up tension well, I might even take some of these styles for improving my own writing in matchups like this, builds tension well. The only nitpick is that the spaces are a little too big, you have to do a hell of a lot of scrolling if you want to see different parts of the show. Congrats to Brandyn to moving onto the finals.

Sami & Becky vs GOD - Crann
It’s nice to see this big matchup for Heatwave, hella teams, hella fire. Danny has been playing the combination of Sami & Becky pretty well, such has Rey with GOD. It’ll be interesting to see which team will pick up the win at Heatwave, as there’s quite a load of teams.

Usos vs SSF, Morrison vs Black - Dresden
The Samoan Strike Force really needed that win, and well it’s momentus over the gods known as the Usos. Morrison vs Black slightly surprised me in a good way, I thought Crann would pull it out over Half, but it’s nice to see him move on. Half was always my pick from the start, and he’s still my pick to win, GET ‘EM LAD. Match is good too.

Ultramantis vs Shibata, Vinny vs Neville - Danny
The finish to Ultramantis vs Shibata was UNIQUE to say the least. Who the heck falls asleep in a match, who was Ultramantis facing? Jervis Cottonbelly? Vinny vs Neville was well written and I appreciated that, it was a fun session to do between me and Dres, I hope to replicate as much fun in my thread with Lorcan and ones in the future.

[wasabi]

Goooooooooooooooood show and goooooood stuff I had fun going up against shibata and I am verrrry intrigued by the finish.

[mrleedles]

Great new intro for Revolution. 8/10 for it, not enough World Warriors and only 1/3 of The Samoan Strike Force were shown

[halfofasphere]

HALF'S FIRST FEEDBACK IN FOREVER

(a blessed Otis pic for free attention points)

just gonna hit on a few points because whenever i try to get a comment up i try to give every single person love and i never get the review up before next show

good to see Havoc get a win even if it's a squash. he's been showing serious commitment and getting better as time goes on. serious props. most people disappear after like 2 shows. speaking of, sad to see abe no-show, but i'm hoping he can get back on track and make something of himself. match was written well for a squasharoni, showed jimmy's weird emo blood pervert gimmick off well

great finn balor segment. love the overarching story type promos and i would definitely do a series of my own if i had another wrestler(s). reverend punk got a huge pop out of me. nice work.

solid character work in this promo from shibata. nice to see him stick around as he does shibata's honorable and respectful voice quite well.

really like leedles' character choice of 3 samoan monsters + mouthpiece manager. this interview was really good, not much else to add.

shibata/ultramantis was good. the finish of black falling asleep was pretty funny. glad to see shibata get a win. as i said before, he had his voice as shibata down surprisingly quickly and is only improving. can't wait to see what both guys have next

love the new more aggressive turn joe is taking. the fake-out with the "debut" was pretty good. i'm wondering if he's gonna take up a feud with anyone in the king of the ring tournament 

some really funny stuff in the first promo from max's new day. he's playing them very well so far. this promo definitely got overshadowed by max's second one. no cap. i'll talk about it later.

great MJF promo. new guy is SUPER good for someone just starting out. also great choice for a character. a man of culture i see.

glad to see leedles get a win over a true veteran and legend like jimmy uso. having the SSF be on a losing streak would leave a bad taste in my mouth, considering how good Leedles is. 

holy shit i'm so excited that schaudenfreude is coming to UWF. they're really good irl. also there's been a lack of imposing stables recently aside from SSF and GoD now that the nWo is mostly either dead or retired. can't wait to see what happens next

quality promo from yolo. he's been getting so much better, especially since the heel turn and getting a manager in Tessa. keep it up

the tag match was good. it established brookes as a good submission guy, MJF as a jackass heel, styles looked strong, and finn also didn't look too bad either despite being pinned since it wasn't clean. it's such good shit.

WILD ass promo from max, straight up bombing jericho's ship and probably killing hundreds. not sure how you come up with this stuff but it was entertaining af. what will new day do next? i don't even know

my promo now. not gonna talk too much about it. just wanted to build walter's character and not completely fuck him up

love drake appearing on TV. nice promo

GoD vs. Bami was probably my third favorite match of the night behind mine and neville vs vinny. this was good through and through. loved GoD losing it and just absolutely decimating sami. the ending was gold. every tag team in the locker room running out and causing chaos was good, and the announcement of a tag team championship scramble makes for an exciting addition to heatwave. i'm personally pulling for boar and grado to win it all, but we'll see who gets it.

loved the build to oney and neville's match. the "oney sucks" written in comic sans was great. all and all great work

oooooh spooky promo from vinny's disciples or whatever he's calling them. great build-up. can't wait for them to get revealed.

up next was a pretty good match featuring jericho and woods. the two of them going for finishers super early was a great addition. the finish with chris countering the honor roll with a codebreaker was great. xavier getting to the ropes while in the walls of jericho made him look strong too. pretty good.

vinny promo was great as they usually tend to be. he managed to speak a bit about each of his upcoming matches in the span of only a couple paragraphs. also pretty spooky line to end it on.

good babyface promo from Show. nice to see him already make a big move as champ and offer an open challenge. we'll see how he fares against the new hangman page guy

i loved my match with crann, great back and forth. also had no idea he had that many named moves. the suicide meteora through a barricade was an insane spot and i'm not sure if a suicide meteora is even possible in real life but i ate it up. i'm not quite sure how i felt about winning off of weird circumstances for the second week in a row but i'm not one to complain. i did win after all. the finish was good though with the black mass to JoMo on the top rope and then a second one after that. also, just wanted to say i did NOT expect to get this far in the entire tournament. shit's crazy. i didn't think i was that good and yet here i am one step away from having a world title shot. i'm humbled. excited to see how my TT sesh with brandy turns out.

solid promo setting up yet another match for heatwave with no stips and no titles. should be great stuff. andy and matt are both really good and it will probably be really hard to pick a winner. love the iron sheik reference bubba

vinny vs. neville was absolutely crazy. neville looked strong, brother. and vinny looked fucking demented especially with the biting and stuff. the fire extinguisher spot confused me a bit. was there a no dq stip? i must not have noticed. either way some quality writing and my MoTN imo. also great statement made by suzuki. the red balloon with poison mist was a creative spot and definitely deserves some praise.

and that's the 2nd to last show before heatwave. some good stuff from everyone and i'm excited to see what everyone has in store next week

[Jye]

Ok this Revoulution, This is the TL:DR version of my "real review" if I had the time to post it...

Gulak not showing is a real shame.

Whoever is playing MJF is a real douche...

YOLO has my favourite characters in UWF confirmed, I love the heel version of Grado...

Suzuki is awesome as always glad to see Bodor not dropping from the title scene after his first attempt at the title...

Max with New Day is nauseating... He makes me feel sea sick(Jk New Day Rock) Also Max blowing up a cruise ship is very ILLEGAL! New day should be in jail...

Can I talk about Brooke's promos every week they always get a quick chuckle out of me... (Also can't wait to see what happens with this stable in UWF)

The tag match had a great ending, MJF can go fuck himself... Brookes a slimey bastard he is and Styles and Balor what a shame they lost only if MJF wasn't a scumball...

Leedle's with the SSF is fucking gold can't wait until Leedles finds his legs and runs to the hills and destroys everyone!

Danny as Tag Champions is disgusting ngl, IMO G.o.D did the right thing in destroying Sami and Becky...(No hate much love Danny)

The main event of Vinny and Neville was awesome to see how many rounds these two went, Like this match I doubted could live up to the quality of the TT's, This match did so many nuances to go through. I could write a 10,000 word but instead I will write a "One Word Review"... "Epic"

Good show all round, Many promos I ran over but I felt this was becoming too long for a "Tl:dr" review...