Post by Danny on Aug 24, 2019 4:14:13 GMT -6
The music hits and things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. We’re on our way to Summerslam and we’ve got a stacked night. First, for the first time ever, the entire Samoan Strike Force is in action when Umaga takes on MJF in singles competition while Jacob Fatu and Rosey take on the World Warriors.
Tom Phillips: We also have the entire Bloodline in action as Roman Reigns goes one-on-one with Shibata and The Usos throw down against DIY.
Mauro Ranallo: And it’s strange bedfellows tonight as enemies Adrian Neville and Oney Lorcan team up to face enemies AJ Styles and Johnny Morrison.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, it’s the war between Samoa Joe and the UWF Champion Vinny Marseglia.
Corey Graves: Plus in hard hitting contests Big Show squares up with Drew McIntyre but first, Minoru Suzuki battles CM Punk. Let's head down to the ring to get that matchup started right away!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, CM Punk!
Punk poses for the crowd as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
"He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
As the ring bell sounds, Suzuki immediately goes on the offensive as he charges Punk and catches him straight on the nose with a stiff straight punch. Punk goes to fire back but Suzuki smacks his arm away and then lunges towards him, connecting with a headbutt. Minoru throws several low fast paced punches to the abdomen before following up with an uppercut.
Punk goes for a kick but Suzuki grabs his ankle and throws his leg down so that his feet are touching the mat again and delivers another furious flurry of punches to the abdomen. Punk throws another punch but Suzuki slips behind him and applies the Sleeper Hold. Because of the tremendous pressure, Punk fades quickly and passes out in the hold.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by technical knockout, Minoru Suzuki!
Suzuki tosses Punk to the side and as the ref tries to raise his hand, Suzuki yanks it away and gives him a look that sends him fleeing away. Suzuki simply walks right out the ring and up the ramp as the show moves on.
The State of the UWF Union with Noam Dar
The Revolution cameras open up in a town hall like environment with a bunch of sharply dressed looking individuals sat looking towards a stage with a podium. Suddenly UWF superstar Noam Dar appears and walks on to the stage. He is also dressed smartly and is accompanied much to the shock and surprise of many by two individuals dressed as Death Troopers from Rogue One. The two troops appear to be there to provide extra protection as they each take to one side of the Scottish Supernova who has stepped up to the podium and is preparing to read a dossier that he has brought with him.
Noam Dar: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, numpties and dafties alike. I'm here today tae talk with you about the tragic plight of the UWF. A once great wrestling company which now seems tae pride itself on being a complete dumpster fire of an organisation. The proof? Look no further than the disasterpiece that was Heatwave. Hand on heart, I feel downright ashamed tae have been part of such an abysmal production. The only bright spot tae be taken from the entire event was my masterclass victory over Kevin Trash, and as soon as that was done, everyone that was there that night should have gone home, because what followed was completely and utterly disgraceful.
Dar pauses and turns over his page to continue reading.
Noam Dar: Technical equipment being broken unnecessarily, firearms being wielded freely in a crowded area, and a competition which we're supposed tae take seriously being ruined by someone with serious anger management issues. So who's fault is it that it all came tae this? The first name you'll probably say is EC3, but that's not true, he's doing a sterling job under trying conditions, and the fact that he's had tae turn tae Drake Maverick of all people tae come in and oversee the tag team division further emphasizes how much he's got tae deal with at present. No this is in fact the fault of all the muppets that buy tickets each week and pay their UWF On-Demand subscription fees every month, because they are the ones that are encouraging this now unsafe working environment and the stupid shenanigans that come with it.
Dar takes a moment to shake his head in disgust before turning the page again and resuming.
Noam Dar: I'm losing the faith people. And I believe that if things continue tae spiral out of control then it's only a matter of time before we the performers are at risk of being unable tae do our jobs properly. We should be allowed tae go about our business in a professional manner without the fear of some absolute nutters jumping over the guardrails and attempting tae assault us. Therefore I am formally requesting the introduction electrified ringside barriers in all arenas that the UWF uses going forwards, thus detracting any and all morons from making more stupid decisions in life. And once such protective measures are in place, then perhaps we'll finally be on the right path tae restoring some proper order and sanity tae this company!
Dar then closes the document and carries on speaking, this time making direct eye contact with the audience members and the camera.
Noam Dar: A change is required, and if anyone is gonna be the catalyst for it around here, then it's got tae be me. Cause let's face it, damn near everyone that's tried tae mess with Supernova 11 up till this point has pretty much lived tae regret it. It's no coincidence that losers like Finn Balor, Joey Janela and Velveteen Dream found themselves out of contention here less than one month after going head tae head with yours truly. Then there's the likes of Nash, Oney Lorcan, Ultramantis Black and your current UWF Champion Vinny Marseglia who have all shown zero interest in attempting tae get a measure of payback. And whilst you could say that the one exception case is Chris Jericho - the man who sneakily took advantage of there being something funny in the water one night. If he was a proper competitor, then he'd be asking - nay - demanding a chance tae prove that his first victory wasn't a fluke. But he's not, because he's just like the rest of them, a complete waster, and that was proven by the way he choked in the King of the Ring final!
A few murmurings can be heard from the people watching on as tries to recompose himself slightly before carrying on.
Noam Dar: You might not think of me as the flavor of the month right now, but my voice will still be heard, and if it takes me wiping the floor with every single person on the UWF payroll for that tae happen then so be it. 2019 is still very much the Year of the Dar, and...
Suddenly Dar is cut off by an individual who had appeared directly in front of him with a sheet of paper to hand. The Death Troopers appear ready to pounce, but curious by this new development, Dar makes them hold off.
Noam Dar: Who are you and what on earth is this?
The individual steps forward, hands Dar the sheet of paper and whispers something in his ear.
Noam Dar: What do you mean 'cease and desist!?'
Dar seems pretty ticked off as the individual continues to whisper in his ear.
Noam Dar: What interesting offer from EC3?...Yes I know I'm speaking in tae the damn microphone! Get on with it!
The individual whispers one more thing and shrugs his shoulders as Dar rolls his eyes at him before addressing the room once again.
Noam Dar: Fine then, I'll go and see him, but this isn't over. Mark my words, one day I will shape the UWF exactly the way I see fit, and then you'll all be left with two very simple choices, get with the times, or get the hell out!
Dar then scrunches up his dossier and steps down from the podium before begrudgingly making his exit with the Death Troopers in tow as the camera feed cuts out and returns to the arena.
Señoras y señores, el siguiente mensaje ha sido pagado por Estrada Enterprises
The camera fades from the logo itself to the sign in front of the building, it swinging in the breeze of the mid-August day before fading inside to the in-house training center. Focusing on the practice ring setup, it shows a rather thick mat laid out a few feet in front of the corner, and a crash is heard as someone crashes down on top of it with a mighty frog splash. They roll off of the mat quickly, getting back to their feet and looking outside the ring, where Selina De La Renta stands, nodding approvingly.
Selina De La Renta: ”Nicely done, but you aren’t done. One more!”
Throwing their hair back, they climb up, the camera getting a good glimpse finally of who it is.
With a breath that lasts all of a second, they dive off and crash down with another frog splash onto the mat. This gets a brief clap from Selina as he stands up.
”Okay, you’re set to go on break.”
He nods over to his trainer, and leaves the ring. The camera follows him as, rather than going to a kitchen or something like that, he heads straight up to the third floor and knocks on the door.
”Come in, the door is unlocked.”
With the voice beckoning him, he opens the door and sees the owner of Estrada Enterprises sitting at his desk, an empty shot glass on his desk and a cigar put out recently in the ashtray.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Ah, glad to see Selina let you go on break, come and sit down, you still never signed your contract after all.”
”Oh, right...yeah, kinda forgot to do that didn’t I?”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”No, hijo mío. It was just that I needed to get the details worked out, some phone calls made to explain where you went, all those extra details.”
Closing the door behind him, he sits across from Sr. Estrada and looks over the contract, immediately having curiosity at the title of his position.
”Excuse me, Sr. Estrada? I thought I would be getting a contract for an active wrestler, but this says I am a ‘Development Prospect’?”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Sí, sí, you see I wasn’t exactly truthful with you. I had told you that you would be an active wrestler for the U Double F before I talked it through with Sr. Carter, but as it turns out, he doesn’t allow for a manager to have any more than 3 clients in order to prevent...how did he so gracefully put it...a monopolization of championships. So with that knowledge, I altered your contract so now you will exclusively work under me.”
”Wait, so that means I am losing out on my paydays from them?!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Sí, sad I know but there is not a thing I can do about it-”
”Then what the hell am I going to do then? What does being a ‘Development Prospect’ even entail?!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”PATIENCE! I was about to explain that to you before you so rudely interrupted me...in light of what Sr. Carter told me, I gave you an increase in wages to try and make up for the lost profits from the U Double F. What being a Development Prospect means is that you will exclusively work here, training with other wrestlers who I bring under the Estrada Enterprises banner under the regimens of Selina. When and if there is a day that one of The Samoan Strike Force are unable to compete for me in the U Double F, I will try and pull some strings up there to be able to get you a slot on the show. Of course, this means a tad less pressure on you due to the nature of not having any live TV appearance to keep up...but it also means you will be competing with your fellow prospects on who gets the shot if the time comes that there is one needing to be given.”
”...Wait, so I have gone from being an indie talent...to just being an indie talent under a different banner?”
At that comment, Armando throws his arm out, the crashing of glass being heard but not noticed.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”If you think that this pay is indie level then quite frankly you can get the hell out of my office right now! This is a respectable business, we treat our clients with proper care, and that includes a monetary amount that means you won’t be living out of your car for months at a time, so if you would rather go back to that and throw away your one chance at getting anywhere close to the U Double F, then by all means go right ahead!”
Wincing at Sr. Estrada’s words, he flips through the contract a bit more and finally sees what the salary would be; his eyes damn near pop out of his head like he was the villain of Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
”M-My apologies for the poor choice of words, senor! That-that’s so much better than what I used to get!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”You can give me all the apologies you want, are you going to sign or no? Because I can always find another person who does what you do…”
Even through his sunglasses the coldness of his gaze is felt.
”Of course I’ll sign! The hell type of question is that with this pay?!”
The coldness leaves, and is replaced with a smirk on his face.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Good, good...now then, here is a pen for you to sign it, but remember that this deal is like the ink you sign it with: It can’t be replaced, but it can be removed.”
”Y-Yes senor!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Good...now, can you stick around for, say, 4 more seconds?”
Raising his head from the contract, he is about to utter a “what”, but is cut off from the door swinging open harshly.
Selina De La Renta: ”¡Maldito idiota! ¡¿No sabes decir la maldita hora?! Break fue más de 5 minutos atrás, y no permito vagos!”
A chill runs down his spine as he stands up, turning to face his fuming trainer but gets no words in, as the stare from Selina is enough to get him rushing out of the office. The door is slammed shut by Selina, and the feed fades out on a smirk from Armando.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Bienvenido a la empresa, Keith…”
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match! And it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the Usos!
The Usos are already in the ring as they sit in the corner waiting for their opponents.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents...
#DIY’s theme blares around the arena. As the beat drops, they both walk out with a spring in their steps. Gargano does his signature taunt and Ciampa attempts to pump up the crowd with that usual eerie psycho grin we see now and again. They then begin their descent down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 399lbs. The team of Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa; D..I..Y!
Both Gargano and Ciampa enter the ring at the same time before getting into the face of one another and pumping each other up. They climb opposite turnbuckles; Johnny puts his hand to his forehead and does his signature taunt, Ciampa just grins and applauds the crowd. They jump back down from the turnbuckles. DIY are ready to go.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings Jimmy is starting the match off while Gargano and Ciampa have a brief discussion who goes first; they settle on Johnny, and Ciampa gets out the ring. The Uso and Gargano circle one another. They inch closer to one another; both looking for an opening. Johnny offers his hand for a test of strength. Jimmy reluctantly interconnects his hand with Johnny. Johnny offers his other hand and as Jimmy goes to reach out for it, Gargano gets a cheap shot to the gut after betraying Jimmy's trust. Gargano wrenches the arm behind into a Hammer Lock. Jimmy reaches out for Jey, but Johnny is doing good work keeping Jimmy away from his tag partner.
Mauro Ranallo: Gargano is in full control in the opening gates of this match.
Tom Phillips: Give it some time and the Usos will get into just like that! Don't count them out, Mauro.
Mauro Ranallo: That's the last thing I'd do, Tom. Usos are vets in the ring. They know what to do to get back into this.
Jimmy eventually powers out the technical submission and gets Johnny into a Headlock. Gargano gets worked down to a knee as the Uso gains control for the first time of the match. He wrenches the head before Johnny gets back up to his feet and pushes the Uso into the ropes. Jimmy rebounds off the ropes and Johnny grabs his arm before Jimmy counters it into an Irish Whip! Johnny rebounds off the ropes, and Ciampa makes tag unbeknownst to Jimmy. Uso gets down and Johnny hops over him. Gargano rebounds off the ropes once again and the Uso goes for Flying Lariat, but gets halted from behind by the waist by Ciampa! Johnny hits a Jumping Clothesline combined with a German from Ciampa to make for a very devastating maneuver! Ciampa goes for the bridged pin while Gargano rolls through onto the apron and makes his way to their corner.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT TWO!
Ciampa quickly gets up and brings Uso to his feet. He slips behind and lifts the Uso for a Back Suplex but the Uso gets out with a backflip and lands on his feet. When Ciampa turns around, Uso catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick! Ciampa falls flat on his back. Jey has his arm out for his brother to tag him in while Jimmy slowly crawls for the tag. Gargano is yelling at Ciampa to get up to stop the tag. Ciampa is still shaking off the cobwebs, so Gargano takes matters into his own hands; he hops in the ring, and just as Jimmy leaps for the tag, Johnny was slightly faster knocks Jey off the ropes with a Jumping Forearm.
The ref grabs Gargano and tells him to get out of the ring or he'll get DQ'd. Johnny puts his hands in the air, saying he's about to leave. He gets clocked in the back of the head with a Superkick by Jimmy Uso! Gargano falls flat on his face and rolls out the ring. Ciampa has now recovered and comes running at Jimmy with a Bicycle Knee Strike but Jimmy sidesteps it, and Ciampa catches nothing but air! Ciampa quickly gets back up to his feet though but he gets caught with a Front Dropkick!
Tom Phillips: Jey Uso with a beautiful dropkick! They are working their way back into this one!
Ciampa flies over into the Uso's corner where Jey has now recovered. Ciampa pulls himself up in the corner and rest on the turnbuckle. Jimmy comes in and lays a couple Knife Edge Chops into Ciampa. The crowd "Woos" to each chop before Jimmy finally tags in Jey. Jey gets in the ring and sets himself up 4 feet behind Jimmy. Jimmy hits a Jumping Enzuigiri! Jimmy rolls out onto the apron as Ciampa stumbles forward into Jey who goes for Gut Kick but Ciampa was expecting it and catches the leg. Ciampa has a smug, groggy smile as he shakes his head at Jey, but Jey was expecting Ciampa to catch the leg; Jey spins himself around to hit a Dragon Whip Kick! Ciampa flies into the bottom turnbuckle.
Mauro Ranallo: Might be time for some vintage Usos!
Jey backs into DIY's corner and shouts "UCE" as he waits for the brief second for the crowds fan support, Johnny Gargano sneakily and swiftly hopped back onto the apron, he grabs Jey, spins him around and Jey gets caught with a Gamengiri! Jey stumbles back into Ciampa who wraps his right arm around the front of the waist of Jey and his left arm under the legs. He lifts him up to the disapproval of the crowd and drops Jey onto the knee for the Pendulum Backbreaker! Jey rolls off the knee and grabs his back in pain. Ciampa lifts Jey up by his hair and shoves him into the corner where Gargano tags himself in.
Mauro Ranallo: And Johnny Gargano is back in the mix!
Corey Graves: This is gonna get real good, guys! Just watch!
Tom Phillips: Haha! You're such a DIY mark!
Tom Phillips: Is there a problem with that? I'm also rooting for you to be taken off commentary, you gonna mention that too?
Gargano hops over the ropes and latches his arm around the head of Jey and leans himself backwards to hit Jey with a Spike DDT and Ciampa ran over to Jimmy and knocked him off the apron with a Jumping High Knee! Jey rolls onto his knees into the middle of the ring. Ciampa and Gargano look at each other knowing this is their chance. With their focus on Jey, they go to opposite corners and look at each other as they taunt to go for Meeting in the Middle! Just as they take off, Jimmy grabs the leg of Ciampa keeping him in place and pulls him out of the ring for them to brawl! Gargano looks over to Ciampa and gets distracted for a second. He decides to go for the Superkick anyways. But he got distracted for too long because when he goes for the move, Jey avoids it into a roll up!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!
Both men get to their feet where Jey sees Jimmy gets thrown into the ring and up onto his feet. Ciampa comes in the ring and the four men stare each other down ready to fight. Jey's eyes connect from Ciampa and shifts over to Johnny; Ciampa's from Jey to Jimmy; Jimmy's from Johnny to Ciampa; and lastly Gargano's from Jimmy's to Jey. No one knows who to attack first. It truly is a standoff right now.
Tom Phillips: This is a Mexican standoff, guys!
Mauro Ranallo: And neither team are backing down!
Corey Graves: This is gonna end badly!
Both teams run at one another and begin wailing on each other. The Usos get the upper hand and work DIY to their knees. Jimmy and Jey back up and go for synchronised Superkicks! Gargano and Ciampa catch their feet and get back to their feet. The Usos are hopping on their feet as they are waving their hands as in saying "Put us down, Uce". Johnny spins Jey around and connects with the Hurts Donut while Ciampa put his arm under Jimmy's leg and lifts him up into a Powerbomb and drops him for Project Ciampa!
Mauro Ranallo: THEIR FINISHERS HAVE BEEN HIT SIMULTANEOUSLY! IT MUST BE OVER!
Corey Graves: Finally! DIY return and they're still dominant as ever! I've missed seeing this so much!
Gargano transitions Jey into the Garga-No Escape! Jey reaches for the ropes for a few seconds before eventually succumbing to the submission and tapping out!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNERS, DIY!
DIY’s theme blares out around the arena, the pair are celebrating but Ciampa has other ideas, he decides to walk over and picks up two mics; one for himself and the other for Gargano. He and Gargano get on the mic to give the UWF universe a piece of their mind after their hard-fought victory.
Tommaso Ciampa: CUT THE MUSIC! CUT THE MUSIC! We busted our asses off but we’ve still got some shit that we need to say!
Ciampa and Gargano take a moment to look to one another, the pair are pumped up and feel as if they could conquer the world.
Johnny Gargano: We sat back last night, watching the scramble match at Heatwave. And as we’ve said many times, we are back for the shot we never lost! We totally understand that title shots don’t just get handed out like candy in this business. We’re not here to be handed title shots. We WANT to earn them, god damnit! So y’know what ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time we pave that sweet sweet road to #1 contendership huh?
A pumped up Tommy Sports Entertainment takes over and steps up to the plate with a mic in hand.
Tommaso Ciampa: This goes out to every team backstage listening to us right now, we gave the Usos 30%. So why don’t y’all come and get the other 70% fellas? I want everyone in the arena to imagine if we were in the scramble match last night, I want everyone backstage to envision what the result would’ve been if Johnny and myself competed last night. NO ONE WOULD’VE SURVIVED! We would’ve grinded their bones to dust, taken their souls like Shang Tsung, we would be standing here with gold around our waists! Luckily enough for those teams, we weren’t cleared in time otherwise the results would turn out different and they all know it. New Day KNOW it, SSF KNOW it, World Warriors KNOW it, The Usos FELT it and Gangdom of Destruction… well.. They did worse than the Usos last night so they’re irrelevant. You hear me, fellas? You ain’t worth jack!
Ciampa begins to use his finger and writes GOD à la Bret Hart 1997. He then moves his finger in the manner as if he’s crossing it out. Gargano chuckles and pats Ciampa on the back. Gargano begins to speak in a poetic tone.
Johnny Gargano:
Those who try to face us, they will fall,
No matter who you are, come one, come all,
Ciampa and Gargano, the best that there is,
the best in the company, and the best in the biz,
DIY are number one, ain’t no point in trying to fight 'em,
We’ve returned for vengeance.. para bellum!
Gargano drops his mic as Ciampa is stood in complete and utter shock. He mouths ‘Better than Jericho’ before giving a nod of approval and leaving the ring with Johnny. As the two head up the ramp, Ciampa waves with his usual psychotic grin. The two walk away and the scene fades.
The scene cuts to a dojo where Katsuyori Shibata is scene sitting cross legged looking up at a monitor when he grabs the remote and flicks it off.
Shibata: I'd be lying if I said I didn't watch the shows, especially the biggest one yet since my arrival. I love wrestling, so of course I have to watch it. Now, upon watching I have realized that UWF has so much to offer, so much potential, but a few are dragging it down from their actions within that ring. I cannot speak on the words that were aired during heatwave as I don't believe that is my place seeing as I wasn't addressed. Quite frankly, I care for what happens inside the ropes a lot more than out, so I'd like to share my thoughts on what I just observed.
Shibata's eyes look up as if he's searching for his thoughts on the show and when he finds them he stares right back at the camera
Shibata: Young Noam Dar impressed me very much, he's mastered many forms of art in that ring and I can see him going very far. Johnny Morrison certainly dazzles me, he does spectacular things that I only wish I knew how to replicate. Oney Lorcan and Adrian Neville appear to be two men filled with intensity and rage. One of those things will cause them to burst however, unfortunate for two men of intensity I haven't seen shown many times before. I have nothing to say in regards to my battle as I experienced it first-hand, I lost, that is all, now I must focus on other things. I haven't seen this "scramble" match many times before but I do love the concept of controlled chaos. I can't say I had the same love for all these teams but what I saw from those last two teams is something I can only hope to see again. The agendas of Aleister Black and Chris Jericho confuse me very much. What doesn't confuse me is that those two men fought with everything they had to win that match. The festivities after the match weren't so pleasant however, hopefully those situations will become extinct when my vision comes to fruition.
Now Shibata pauses for a moment to recall the next match and his face grows tense as he stands up with a scowl
Shibata: The main event of any show is supposed to showcase the best there is to offer, the greatest wrestlers there are. I hope to feel proud when watching the supposed best of the UWF. But... I can't feel anymore ashamed to watch something than I am now. That was no wrestling match, that was a cage for men to air out their disgusting, pointless, violent tendencies. I shouldn't be surprised, I attempted to rid Suzuki from my old fighting grounds because of the same thing. I guess he got tired of venting out his atrocious habits in Japan and thought he could freely do it here to0. It saddens me to learn he is given the biggest platform to showcase the despicable heart he has. Hopefully that will and should change soon. No good vision includes the likes of Minoru Suzuki in it. Mine certainly doesn't.
Shibata folds up his chair and exits the frame in an angry huff.
The scene cuts to backstage where EC3's office is. A knock is heard at the door.
EC3: Come in.
Noam Dar makes his way in.
EC3: Ah Noam, good to see you. Sorry about pulling you away from your State of the Union address but I wanted to talk about your future here on this show. I knew you had potential but who knew just how fast you would rise. I had already planned on giving you a big match for Summerslam but hearing what you had to say in that address, it got me thinking. We need to clean up a few things around here. People think they can just come in and do whatever they want. You saw what Joe did at Heatwave and these Vinny Marseglia matches have been getting out of control. My Intercontinental title match didn't even get a proper finish because these guys would rather kick each other's asses around the arena rather than show people how a true champion conducts their business. I need someone like you to remind people what this place is all about. I need you to continue holding up a mirror to all these "fans", showing them just how bloodthirsty and misguided they can be. So that's why at Summerslam, I'm putting you in the Intercontinental title match against Oney Lorcan and Adrian Neville.
Dar smiles and rubs his hands together.
Noam Dar: You’re a smart man Mr Carter - Don’t let anybody suggest otherwise. I thank you for this generous proposal, and let me assure you now, the same shenanigans that went down in the last match for the title will not be repeated with me involved.
Dar exits EC3's office as Ethan looks on with a smile on his face.
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 a 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 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 fifthteen 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.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
MJF walks right to the center of the ring, full of cocksure swagger. He's clearly not afraid of Umaga and even yells out " I'll give you a free shot big boy!". He sticks his chin out and begs for a hit. Umaga walks over and simple stares at him, tilting his head to the side, almost in a confused like manner. Next thing you know, Umaga unleashes a brutal headbutt that immediately knocks out MJF. Not satisfied with just that however, Umaga exits out to the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Next thing you know he's flying off and delivering a massive headbutt to the downed MJF! He goes for the pin.
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2 . . .
But no, Umaga lifts up MJF's shoulders off the mat. Armando is smiling on the outside, happy to see his monster dish out even more punishment. He grabs MJF by his head and brings him up to his feet. Umaga holds him with one hand while sticking out his thumb with the other. He lets out a visceral war cry before sending the thumb into the throat of MJF, the Samoan Spike causing the once bright future of MJF to fade as he rolls around on the mat coughing up blood. Umaga drops down and goes for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Umaga Fatu!
Armando comes in and raises his monster's hand. He also kicks away MJF to roll him out of the ring, deeming the young prospect unworthy of sharing the ring with the Samoan Bulldozer. The fans boo the duo but they pay them no attention, forcing the crowd to witness their dominance for the months to come as the show moves on.
The scene opens to sounds of bodies hitting the mat. The sounds stop as the camera rises up to reveal two men in a ring.
Sweat drips down Shibata's face and a grimace forms as he rises to talk to the ace.
Shibata: What's the point of this? I have been doing the same basic drills for hours. Didn't you have a meeting? I learned this when I was 15. I'm sorry maybe I'm-
Tanahashi: Are you this dense Katsuyori!? You still just don't understand. I can't tell you the meaning of this because you should be able to understand it perfectly on your own. If you can't do that you are nowhere near fit to be a trainer. You called me for help. Now do 500 more squats.
Shibata has a look of guilt on his face as he begins doing the squats assigned to him by Tanahashi. He is still yet to gauge the meaning of all these basic workouts.
Shibata: Sigh
An hour has passed as we hear doors open. Shibata and Tanahashi exit the dojo and return to the kitchen. Shibata fetches a big lobster dinner for Tanahashi and Tanahashi fetches a dinner of... Carrots and Mashed Potatoes and another substance that appears to be some kind of meat.
Shibata: Wh-
Tanahashi: Ask no questions, eat. It has all the protein and nutrients you need.
Tanahashi happily digs into his lobster as Shibata reluctantly takes bites out of whatever it is he is eating
Tanahashi: You can have a desert of bread afterwards if you like. That would be nice wouldn't it?
and
Shibata sighs and continues to eat as we cut away and back again when they have finished eating.
Tanahashi: Fantastic dinner, why don't you go sweep up and mop afterwards? The sweep and mop are together over there.
Shibata: Hiroshi I came here to learn from you... so I can better something we both love. I did not come here to be your personal maid, if that is all you had planned for me than I will simply leave.
Tanahashi: You think this is about me? No, I am helping you Katsuyori. That head of yours seems to be too hard to get through too. How about we go back in the dojo and I can continue to help you and maybe you will eventually understand.
Shibata begins to realize that maybe his friend is really trying to teach him something after what he's said.
Shibata: Alright. I know you don't like anything being done for you. Which is why I am puzzled over your requests, but I'll try again to seek the answer to my question through your odd teaching habits.
Hours and hours have passed with The Ace testing Shibata to his core. A time lapse of Shibata continuously doing squats, sprints, push-ups, every basic workout in the book is shown. He tires but never buckles and stops despite not understanding what his friend is trying to say. After hours Tanahashi calls it quits.
Tanahashi: That's enough for today. Hopefully you will begin to understand... because if you don't your goal is going to become toppling down onto you. How about we have a drink and you can head off.
Shibata: Thanks, I need one after everything you have put me through. I don't know why you have made me do all those things, but I am convinced it is for a reason, a reason that I will search for. Thank you.
The scene cuts out on the image of Shibata and Tanahashi sitting on a balcony looking over the city lights and cuts back in to Shibata driving through a neighborhood in the sunny day. He's on the phone with an unknown caller as he pulls into a driveway
Shibata: Thank goodness you're close. I don't know if I could do another long drive. Hiroshi had me do some questionable workouts, but I believe it has a cause. Pulling up now.
Shibata walks up to a nice Japanese house and knocks on the door. We hear footsteps and the door swings open to reveal a big wide smile from a fierce warrior...
The scene fades to a graphic of the New Day.
Mauro Ranallo: Coming up next: the live celebration of the new UWF tag champions, the New Day! And Corey, you must be excited for this one!
Corey Graves: Har Har, Mauro, but I couldn't be more repulsed these guys are champs!
Corey is going on a tirade about how the New Day shouldn't be champs when suddenly…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring with Kofi and E wearing the tag team championships around their waists as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!
They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. E gets up, and they grab microphones from the ring workers. They line up in the center of the ring to address the UWF universe. Kofi takes initiative
Kofi Kingston: What did you we tell ya, Woods?
Xavier Woods: You were right, guys.
Kofi Kingston: Damn right, we were right!
Xavier Woods: You guys are really gonna rub this one in, huh?
Kofi Kingston: Mmmm, let us think…
Big E and Kofi do a quick huddle and do intelligible whispers. They get out the huddle and both have very smug looks on them.
Big E: Yep.
Kofi Kingston: Oh, we're gonna rub this one in for ages!
Woods nods as he expected that answer but still has a smile on his face as they are the UWF tag team champions.
Kofi Kingston: Now, we've come out here to celebrate our win at Heatwave! You see what happens when we get that Hakuna Matata mentality?
Xavier Woods: We win.
Kofi Kingston: WE WIN, BAYBEE!
Big E: And we need to celebrate the right way, guys. I got a special surprise for you two!
Xavier Woods: A surprise?
Kofi Kingston: For us?
Xavier Woods: It better be something good, E, and not like one of your other surprises when you got us lewd calendars of yourself for us for our tag team anniversary.
Big E: But you said you liked those calendars.
Kofi Kingston: We enjoyed the thought? But we gotta be honest, E, waking up to you covering yourself in pancakes every morning for the month of November… Well, I wasn't a huge fan, man.
Kofi nervously laughs as he scratches the back of his head. As Big E pouts.
Big E: Well, you just cut my heart strings with that one… But no! This surprise is much better, and much different! Catering! If you will?
Catering staff rushes down the ramp with tables with wheels. The items are covered by cloths as they make their way around the ring. They come in and set up a regular table in the ring as the New Day back up in bewilderment and Big E with a smile. They bring the concealed items into the ring and place it on the table.
Big E: Thank you. Now, guys, before we open these, I think I should give a speech.
Xavier Woods: Of course! Go ahead.
Big E: Well, we've known each other for years now, and we've been working up to this moment for since our time together; to reach the UWF and become the most dominant tag team champions, and now that we're here, we can live on cloud 9 with the rainbows and unicorns, but we best remember: We're the UWF tag team champions. That means we're public enemy number one. We got a target around our waists, so while we feel good now and reached our destination, that doesn't mean the journey is over.
Kofi Kingston: Yep, yep. New tag teams on DIY are arising, I'm sure Bami ain't too happy we took their titles, I'm sure Samoan Strike Force and Grado and Boar and every other team in that scramble aren't happy that us… Especially us got the tag team gold on us right now. And they're all gonna be coming after us like homing missiles.
Xavier Woods: Yeah, but we don't need to worry about that right now. Let's just enjoy the moment, right? You're the ones who've been hammering the whole let's focus on fun, right? So, let's have some fun and get to the surprise!
Woods points to the table.
Big E: Ah yes, the surprise.
Big E puts his hand on the cloth and asks for a drum roll. A drum roll begins as the crowd anxiously wait for the surprise to be unveiled. He pulls the cloth off to reveal…
Pancakes! Stacks and stacks of them!
Woods' and Kofi's excitement drop to a bit of disappointment.
Xavier Woods: This is the big surprise? We eat pancakes everyday, E! I'm not complaining, but usually your surprises are more grandeur.
Big E: Well, you know how some cereal boxes have a prize in the box? Well, dig through the pancakes. Woods stand in the middle. Kofi, far right is your stack. And this stack is mine. Just stick your hand in deep in those 3 foot stacks.
Woods and Kofi are confused but they do it, and so does Big E. Their eyes light up and they feel something hard in there. A bit confused, but they pull them out to huge smiles!
Kofi Kingston: E, you didn't!
Big E: I did, bois! I got us official New Day action figures!
Big E looks at the crowd.
Big E: Available now at www.uwfshop.com! They come with special features such as 10 different New Day phrases! Toy pancakes and Booty-Os! And the mini UWF tag team championships you can put on our waist! All for the small price of 29.99. Woods sold separately!
Xavier Woods: These are so freaking cool, I'm gonna put this right next to that custom UpUpDownDown controller you got me for my birthday.!
Big E: And they'll never be outdated cause we ain't ever gonna lose these titles BECAUSE...
NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW—
The chant gets cut off early as familiar music plays. They turn their heads to the ramp to see…
The fans pop once the music hits and the former UWF Tag Team Champions come out. They're not as cheery and dancing as usual but they still have smiles on their faces. With mics already in hand, Sami raises his up to speak.
Sami Zayn: Sorry to crash the party but we heard there was going to be a Championship Celebration. We never got one and so we just wanted to come out here and get a front row seat to see what it's all about. Fun music, bright colors, pancakes, toys, yeah I can see why you guys are so hyped up about this.
Becky Lynch: I almost feel sorry for having to take it all away from you so quickly. Let's be honest, you three don't have what it takes to stay champions. I know everyone gets a little cocky when they win some gold but come on, the most dominant Tag Team Champions? In what world does winnin' one match make you dominant? We on the other hand, we've been able to show up every other team. GOD?
Sami Zayn: Can't keep us down so they have to keep getting themselves disqualified.
Becky Lynch: The returning DIY?
Sami Zayn: Pinned them right in the middle of the ring.
Becky Lynch: World Warriors?
Sami Zayn: Tapped them out.
Becky Lynch: Samoan Strike Force.
Sami Zayn: Tapped them out.
Becky Lynch: Usos
Sami Zayn: Tapped them out.
Becky Lynch: What about the New Day?
Sami Zayn: Well we tapped them out as well. As a matter of fact, had the timer not ran out, Becky was about to make you tap out yet again. Now I don't blame you. You won that Scramble Match fair a square. Becky and I knew what we were getting into when we signed up for that match. We welcomed the challenge. We wanted it. What better way to prove just how good we are than by competing in a match where we didn't even have to get pinned to lose our titles. To make it even more challenging, we were the first participants in the match. We fought hard and every 5 minutes, fresher new teams came in and gave us all they had. We still almost came out on top.
Becky Lynch: Almost isn't good enough though. We were seconds away from winnin' that match but out of all the teams that could've won, we're happy you boys did. Quite frankly, none of those other teams come close to our level. All these people know that and more importantly, you know that. Sure you could have a truly dominant run by beating those lesser teams week in and week out but you know there's only one true test. In the back of your minds you know that there's one team you have yet to beat. If you want to prove to not only them but yourselves that you actually are dominant Tag Team Champions, then there's only one thing to do. Give us a rematch for the UWF Tag Team Championships.
Big E lifts his microphone to reply, but before he can say anything, the Titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to an image of Drake Maverick backstage.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Hello gentlemen, and lady. I was just sitting in my new office thinking about what I should do for Summerslam with those titles the New Day claimed on Heatwave and lo and behold, the question has answered itself. Sami and Becky, you two make a fantastic case for a rematch and while I am sure Big E was just about to accept your challenge given how enthusiastic the New Day are to take on all comers and dominate the division, I've decided to save everybody some time and make it official. At Summerslam, it's going to be the New Day versus Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch for the UWF World Tag Team Championships!
Maverick's mug disappears from the Tron as quickly as it appeared there, but the fans are cheering as Lynch and Zayn nod in approval while the New Day discuss the implications of this announcement amongst themselves. The feed moves along.
The feed cuts back to EC3's office when suddenly there's a knock at the door.
EC3: I'm busy, come back later.
A louder knock is then heard.
EC3: Go away, I've got important stuff to do.
Suddenly the door opens and none other than the Television Champion The Big Show comes through the door.
Big Show: Ethan glad you're here. Look, I heard about Joe coming to your office and getting what he wanted. Next thing you know I hear about Noam Dar coming in here and walking out with a title shot.
EC3: You're already champion, what else do you want?
Big Show: Look, I don't think Chris Brookes is the right man to face me at Summerslam. I'll wipe the floor with that pipsqueak. What you need is a big money match. Who better to face a Giant than a monster? How about instead we do Big Show vs Uma-
EC3: Stop. What was the point of issuing an open challenge if you were only going to pick one guy to face anyways. You have a match to get ready for, shouldn't you be doing that?
Big Show: Look Ethan, to be quite honest, this place is going down hill. You need smart ideas like what I'm offering.
EC3: I've run this place successfully for over 3 years now, I don't think I need-
Big Show: That's just it, you don't think. There once was a creative genius in there but not anymore. You even hired someone new because you couldn't be bothered with the tag team division. You're leaving money on the table and the World's Tallest Athlete is here to get you back on track. You're right though, I got a match to prepare for but I'll be back right after my match. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.
Big Show leaves the way he came while the camera pans over to EC3 who's furious and shaking with anger.
EC3: Bring some of your guards to my office! I don't want anyone bothering me anymore!
Ethan throws his phone against the wall, breathing heavily as the show moves on.
The cameras head backstage where the standard interview area stands as usual, Renee Young smiling in front of the camera, giving 5 seconds for the audio guys in the trucks.
Renee Young: ”Please allow me to welcome my gues-”
Just then, the logo behind her of the UWF is draped over with a black tarp, a simple logo plastered over it-
Before anything else goes down, the almost-naturally accompanying voiceover is heard.
Señoras y señores, el siguiente mensaje ha sido pagado por Estrada Enterprises
The camera angle zooms out and pans to the left in order to make one Selina De La Renta the center of both focus and the fan’s attention, her smile not making Renee any happier to see her interview suddenly interrupted.
Selina De La Renta: ”Oh, I’m sorry, were you supposed to have an interview right now? Because as far as I was aware this was time for my interview, así que por qué no te vas a otro lado, niñita. Deje que los profesionales se encarguen de esto.”
Renee feels flustered and anger build inside her at the hijacking of her screen time.
Renee Young: ”Hey, who said that you could just take this?! Mr. Carter gave me this timeslot-”
Selina De La Renta: ”Oh good for you, you got Sr. Carter’s permission...if he wanted you to really have this time, he would’ve provided some security to you to prevent what’s happening now.”
Before Renee can even ask what, she is silenced by Selina pushing her down, making sure she is off-camera as she struts into the center of the frame, the Estrada Enterprises right behind her. Renee stands back up, trying to charge at her, but someone grabs her from behind into a full nelson, restraining her as she tries to kick her way free to no avail.
”Buenas noches a todos mi nombre es Selina De La Renta, y en este momento voy a entrevistar al grupo extremadamente exitoso que ha tomado la UWF completamente por sorpresa en su dominio, siendo dirigido por Sr. Arrrrrmando Alejandrrrrro Estrrrrrada, son The Samoan Strike Fuerza.”
With a smile on her face, she applauds as the man behind all of what just happened, Sr. Estrada himself, walks into view, behind him standing all three active Samoan Strike Force members.
”Now then, Sr. Estrada, with Umaga Fatu’s absolute crushing of Maxwell Jacob Friedman tonight and the future victory over The World Warriors that Jacob Fatu and Rosey Anoa’i will achieve tonight, what are your thoughts about the undefeated night that awaits you?”
Lighting up one of his signature cigars, Armando steps forward one more step in order for the microphone to reach him without needing to grab it himself out of respect for the interviewer.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”My thoughts? My thought right now is that Sr. Carter gave my clients quite an easy night, and I usually do not cast such doubts on future opponents. After all, The World Warriors are comeback artists and could somehow pull out a victory over Jacob and Rosey...but between you and me, Sra. De La Renta, I do not believe for one second that they will be able to do that. No, tonight I get to see not just one decimation, but two. First, I was able to watch as Umaga Fatu clobbered that Friedman boy into the dirt, and next I see two cowards who try to gain higher ground by claiming they were cunning get the point proven that they simply cannot stand up to a team in a pure 2v2 competition. How exactly did you put it, Jacob? He had a rather nice analogy to it, and I can’t quite say it how he did…”
Jacob steps next to Estrada, and Selina angles the microphone up to reach him.
Jacob Fatu: ”It’s gonna be like Gohan vs Cell without any Super Saiyan 2 shit, just a pure beatdown without any saviors!”
Jacob then steps back as Armando smiles even wider.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Exactly, it will be a brutalization that has not and will not be topped by anything in the future whether near or far! And as for our plans once the show is all over...the plan is simple: move on. You cannot harp on one victory or loss, you must keep moving forward, always improving, always training for the next encounter, and thanks to the head trainer at Estrada Enterprises, I am sure that these three men will be trained rather well for their next opponents no matter if they come at us from the left, from the right, from behind us or even if they have the balls to step up to us face-to-face.”
Estrada winks at Sra. De La Renta for the “hidden” compliment.
”My clients will knock each and every one of them down, and soon enough The Strike Force will be holding whatever gold that is granted to us: for Rosey and Jacob, I already know that we should be owed a shot based on beating The New Day before, and that match will end up the exact same way when it comes time. As for Umaga...there is still unfinished business regarding the Television Champion, but if Umaga is deemed too devastating to hold such a lowly title then I will gladly guide him to the Intercontinental Championship, or even bring him as my one-man army that will break down the walls of Vinny Marseglia’s kingdom and slay the hidden emperor within without mercy. It simply does not matter who is placed in front of Umaga Fatu, they will be bulldozed, they will be crushed, they will be victimized, they will be every adjective in the book for this description and even those that lie outside of it due to a lack of common use! There is no amount of wordage, no amount of comparisons that can reasonably describe the brutality that Umaga Fatu brings, and as these fans will now know from what happened tonight...the only way you can know what Umaga is capable of is by being in the ring with him yourself.”
With a nod, Selina pulls the microphone back towards her, the camera zooming in a tad to focus more on the interviewer.
Selina De La Renta: ”Thank you very much Sr. Estrada for those words of pure wisdom, and while I would absolutely love to spend some more time picking at your genius when it comes to the wrestling business, it appears that there is no time left, so thank you all very much for giving an interviewer like me the time to take in your thoughts, and hopefully you will be back soon to grace us with your presence once more. And while we’re still thanking people, I’d like to give a special thanks to one Sra. Renee Young for generously granting us her interview time, and hopefully she will be so gracious as to do this again in the near future...Déjala ir, Keith, tenemos lugares donde estar.”
The man restraining Renee gives Selina a few seconds to begin walking, and once she is far enough away he releases Renee, following behind them and taking the Estrada Enterprises banner with him.
After a few seconds of focusing on Renee looking on in disgust, the cameras fade back into our commentary team where two of the three are looking like they saw another murder.
Mauro Ranallo: ”Absolutely tasteless actions there from Selina De La Renta, strongarming herself into an interview with The Samoan Strike Force.”
Corey Graves: ”What are you even talking about?! It was obvious Selina had scheduled the interview first and just did what she had to do to make sure she got the story of Mr. Estrada! That’s journalism 101, get the story before someone else does!”
Tom Phillips: ”Yes but to lay your hands onto an employee of the UWF, especially one that isn’t an active roster member-”
Corey Graves: ”Listen Tom I get it, you’re jealous that Selina wouldn’t dare put her hands on you even if it meant getting a promotion within Estrada Enterprises, but you’ve gotta understand that all Ms. De La Renta did was make sure she did her job properly! I wish that you two had the same drive as her when it came to being commentators…”
Mauro Ranallo: ”In any case, some very strong words thrown around by Armando Estrada, especially in regards to the challenges he made towards the champions within the UWF!”
Chimel: Introducing first... from Tampa, Florida... weighing in at 500 pounds... The Big Show!
Show walks to the ring with a determined look on his face, he knows he is in for a challenge against another giant, Drew McIntyre.
Phillips: Show has been a force to be reckoned with in the UWF, but now he is up against another gigantic force, is the giant going to be slayed here tonight?
Ranallo: I wouldn't rule it out Tom, but Big Show has been continuously fighting guys in the ring while Drew McIntyre is only just returning. Drew needs to get back in the game, and Big Show is a very tough opponent for a returning match.
Graves: That makes zero sense Mauro, wouldn't Drew just be more motivated? Big show is gonna eat a claymore and lose in typical Big Show fashion.
Phillips: In typical fashion? Big Show has won multiple matches in the UWF. You can be real cold sometimes Corey.
Chimel: And now introducing his opponent... Drew McIntyre!!!
Drew walks to the ring with a cold stare... this new persona has made McIntyre deadset on winning at all costs.
Graves: Just look at him! You think that man is going to lose?!
The ref checks both men while McIntyre doesn't bat an inch. He is staring Big Show down like he's a full course meal.
DING DING!
The two massive men walk right up to each other and butt heads. Big Show is taller but not by much. A smile forms across Big Show's face as he delivers a thundering chop! Show looks back at McIntyre who hasn't reacted at all! He is fuming and delivers a massive headbutt that knocks the big man down, he goes to the corner looking to end it already. He measures Show up for a claymore as he gets back up. Show is looking dazed just a minute into the match as McIntyre runs at him! Joe catches the legs, able to block the Claymore. McIntyre is in a bad position now. He begins to swing McIntyre around but Drew is able to catch the ropes while being spun which causes Show to suddenly let go. Drew wastes no time and hops right back on his feet. Both men are staring each other down with intensity.
Ranallo: What a start to this match! These guys are perfect for each other.
Graves: Big Show is showing a lot of weakness. McIntyre surely has this in the bag.
Phillips: What do you mean? He just blocked a claymore!
The two giants walk right up to each other, just as in the beginning. This time, they give each other no time to react as both of them start reigning forearms on to each other. While they are going at it, Big Show has a moment of hesitation and McIntyre seizes the opportunity. He unloads a massive amount of forearms on the big man, never letting up in his attack. He grabs a hold of his head and beats him to his knees. McIntyre bounces off the ropes and charges at the Kneeling giant. We don't get to see what Drew was going for as Show answers with a spear! Show reaches out with his arm for the cover but McIntyre isn't there, he has rolled out of the ring entrance side.
Graves: Smart move by McIntyre, Big Show can't make the pin and it gives him time to recover.
Phillips: I have to agree, McIntyre might've been done there had he not rolled out. I still have no clue who's going to come out the winner here tonight, this back-and-forth action is an indicator that there's not much of a favorite here.
Big Show looks at McIntyre outside but sees that he has tumbled farther towards the entrance way in order to separate himself. He slowly makes his way outside. Show walks over to where McIntyre is laying and grabs him by the hair. Drew is on his feet with the help of Show and the giant lifts him on his shoulders. It looks like he is going for a gorilla press but he is going to have to lift the massive Drew all the way up. Before he can even try, Drew begins reigning elbows right on his jaw. It is brutal and Show has to let go before he takes any more damage. Drew tries to kick Show in his gut to bend him over but Show catches the leg. They simultaneously butt heads with tremendous force. Both men slump to the ground as they shared the brunt of the headbutt!
Graves: Good god, they're gonna need to be checked for CTE after this!
Phillips: I don't think I have ever seen anything like that. We could be seeing a double countout.
The men aren't moving as the ref begins his count...
1...
2...
They gradually start to get up on their knees
3...
4...
5...
The men are fully up on their feet down as they look at each other with anger.
6...
Both men are alarmed at the sound of the count. They've been out of it the entire time the ref was counting and only now realize the trouble they're in. Drew looks to take advantage and gets a couple of good shots in on Show before making a dash for the ring
7...
McIntyre is near the end of the ramp but Show is not far behind. Show realizes he needs to do something and makes a leap for McIntyre. He is barely able to latch onto his foot as it causes McIntyre's momentum to go to the ground.
8...
They hurry back up to their feet, show beating McIntyre to the apron. Drew grabs onto his unitard and pulls himself up as they exchange blows. Drew climbs over show onto the ring post and is going to jump back in the ring but Show catches him, preventing him from stepping inside. He makes his way up to the top rope as they're once again face to face.
9...
Both men know they need to get the other off the top rope and back outside the ring, so they go for a strike that should do so. They nail each other with a massive headbutt again! They collapse onto...the mat! Both men are back inside as a result from the headbutt, they barely beat the count as their bodies dropped into the ring.
Ranallo: They did it again. They're at a stalemate after that brutal headbutt.
Phillips: Those gruesome headbutts have to be doing so much damage on each of them... how are they gonna be able to stand?
Graves: They're giants Tom, they don't stay down so easily.
Both men are tugging and pulling on each other, trying to get back to their feet. As soon as they're back standing, Big Show looks Drew right in the eye, and slaps him across the face. Drew turns back around to receive another slap and another! Big Show is slapping Drew like crazy! Drew is leaning against the ropes as Big Show bounces off the rope and heads to the other one. He comes back running right at Drew but Drew answers with a huge big boot! Show doesn't go down and Drew tries for another one but is met with a hand at his throat from Big Show. Drew gives a forearm right across the jaw to Big Show and he releases the hold. He grabs Show around the waist and tosses him over his head for a Belly to Belly suplex!!!
Ranallo: Oh my god, he just straight live manhandled Big Show. What a monster!
McIntyre is in the corner measuring Big Show for a claymore. Big Show is taking a very long time to get up. So long that McIntyre takes his focus off of him for a second. Show was planning all along. At the site of this he gets to his feet and charges at McIntyre. He hits him with a spear! Big Show wastes no time and hops on the back of Drew McIntyre. He has him in the colossal clutch! Big Show has it in tight as McIntyre has nowhere to go. He is in the middle of the ring!
Phillips: McIntyre's head has taken so much punishment, if he can't somehow find a way out this match is gonna end.
Graves: Don't doubt McIntyre, we've already seen him do incredible things in this match.
Drew looks as if he is going to tap but instead he pounds his fist on the mat... then he pounds the other. He is trying to stand up! He gets one knee up as Big Show wrenches the clutch in harder. The other knee is up. His legs are shaking trying to stand up. All the while he has big show on his back not letting up. His legs fall out and he buckles to his knees... but he shoots back up! He is standing up with the 500 pound big show on his back. His momentum carries him backwards and he shoots himself back into the corner. The impact forces Big Show to release the hold as McIntyre runs to the other corner! He bounces off the turnbuckles and runs back to hit Big Show with a claymore!!!
Ranallo: That's could be the nail in the coffin, but Big Show has a resiliency for those big moves.
Phillips: Um... why is he not going for the pin. What's he doing?
Graves: Strategy Tom!
Ranallo: He's right. I'm not sure if one normal claymore can put the giant down.
Mcintyre is back in the corner... he is going for another Claymore. Big Show uses the ropes to get back up but as soon as he is stable he is nailed with a vicious Claymore! McIntyre raises his chin up, not pinning the big man. He wants to make sure he can get a win here. Big Show is hardly standing. He is just leaning on the middle turnbuckle as McIntyre hits him with a third devastating claymore. He lays on top of Big Show right away.
Graves: Giantslayer.
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DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Your winner... DREW MCINTYRE!!!
Medics rush to both men as Show is lying down. Drew bats them away, exiting on his own accord. He stumbles out of the ring still raising his arm up while Show is being attended to.
Phillips: What an absolute dogfight, both of those men have nothing to be ashamed of.
Graves: And at the end of the day... Drew McIntyre has slayed the giant.
Ladies and Gentlemen
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He stands at the top of the stage with a mic in hand. He's still furious and lifts the mic to speak.
EC3: Hey Big Show. I did some thinking and you were right. You vs Brookes just isn't a big money making match. Instead we're going top have that match... Right now. Brookes, get on out here!
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: The following contest is for the Television Championship! Already in the ring, he is the Television Champion, the Big Show! And his opponent, Hailing from Tipton, England, UK, 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 opponent to get ready.
DING DING DING
Show is getting back to his feet but Brookes runs over and gives him a Yakuza kick in the corner! Show falls to his knee and Brookes looks surprised to see him not get taken down. Show tries to shake it off and gets back to his feet but Brookes comes over with a second Yakuza Kick to knock the giant over! Brookes jumps on top of him and grabs a hold of both legs as the ref makes the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Television Champion, Chris Brookes!
Brookes is handed his new championship while the fans are all booing heavily for how Show was treated.
Tom Phillips:This is ridiculous! All this because Big Show barged into his office?
Corey Graves: Did you hear how he talked to the boss? He deserves this!
Brookes walks past EC3 with the title proudly over his shoulder. Show is being tended to as EC3 smiles and heads back to his office.
INT. LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT
Chris Jericho: Fuck.
Renee Young: Thinking about Heatwave again?
Chris Jericho: I was gonna shake his hand.
Renee Young: Who, Aleister?
Chris Jericho: Kid did well. He earned my respect. There’s nothing I can do about losing, just gotta keep pushing through.
Renee Young: That’s all you can do. Something will come up.
Chris Jericho: Yeah. Too bad Aleister’s celebration got cut short. I got that moment in the spotlight two years ago. It’s really something.
Renee Young: Why would… you-know-who…
Chris Jericho: You can say his name Renee. I’m fine with it.
Renee Young: Used to you’d snap at the mentioning of Kurt Angle. Now you just accept defeat.
Chris Jericho: Well what the fuck do you want me to do? Go back to self-destructive behaviors because the ball didn’t bounce my way? You’re the one who said I need to move on, and now I’m doing it.
Renee Young: Chris, Joe attacked you last week.
Chris Jericho: He threw a temper tantrum last week. He’ll be fine.
Renee Young: And now he has the match with Vinny tonight.
Chris Jericho: So?
Renee Young: Carter always puts the runner up against the champion the week after. Remember when you faced Sweeney?
Chris Jericho: How could I not? Sweeney reminded me about it every time I saw him.
Renee Young: And now he’s giving that spot to Joe. That’s your spot.
Chris Jericho: And what should I do about it? Complain to Ethan? I’d be no better than Joe himself.
Renee Young: The old Chris Jericho would.
Chris Jericho: Well, if you haven’t noticed, that Chris Jericho is gone. He’s been gone since back when Mike could walk.
Renee Young: You’ve gotten soft Chris. You say everything you do is to keep your promise, but ask yourself what Mike would do. Did you do anything to get back at Nash and Hall? No. Now they’re off in god knows where, you missed the boat. Did you do anything when Joe beat you at Backlash? No. You just shrugged your shoulders and moved on. Now he’s attacked you and Black and you’re just gonna let him walk all over you?
Chris Jericho: No, I’m not letting him walk over me.
Renee Young: But you are Chris! He just undermined the entire King of the Ring tournament in two moves! Would Mike let Joe do this to him? Would the old Chris let this happen?
Chris Jericho: It doesn’t matter what the old Chris would do! I’ll take care of it.
Renee Young: Will you? Or are you just going to sit in this empty room wishing things would have gone your way? Chris, letting people walk all over you is what snapped Mike’s spine. It’s wha-
Chris Jericho: If you’re going to sit here and complain, you can just leave.
Renee Young: Well if I’m going, I might as well do what I came here for.
Renee reaches into her bag and pulls out a plaque, coated in silver. It reads:
Chris Jericho
2019 King of the Ring Finalist
She places it down next to Chris, and turns to walk away.
Chris Jericho: Tell Carter I don’t take participation trophies.
Renee Young: It’s not from Carter.
Renee is gone. Chris further examines the plaque. He flips it over, as a message is attached to the back. It reads:
Chris,
Keep up the good work. I know you have it in you to get back to the top. You just have to keep moving forward.
- Mike
Chris looks over at the wall. There is a television, currently showing a match card of tonight’s main event between Samoa Joe and Vinny Marseglia. He looks back down at the plaque with The Miz’s signature engraved in it.
Chris Jericho: What would Mike do?
Chris tries to think back to his time with The Miz, imagining what his summer would have been like with his best friend by his side.
Chris Jericho: Well, firstly, he wouldn’t have let Joe attack us. That’s exactly…
...how he…
...got hurt…
The feed cuts to a different perspective. The view is down on a ring canvas, with Aleister Black visible in front and graphics for Heatwav behind him.
Mauro Ranallo: Out of the black and onto the throne for the UWF’s new king!
Tom Phillips: I can’t wait to see the celebr - oh no!
None other than Samoa Joe comes down and blasts Tony Chimel mid-announcement. His eyes meet those of the new King of the Ring…
Mauro Ranallo: Out of the black and onto the throne for the UWF’s new king!
Tom Phillips: I can’t wait to see the celebr - oh no!
None other than Samoa Joe comes down and blasts Tony Chimel mid-announcement. His eyes meet those of the new King of the Ring…
A flash obscures the view, and when it disappears, we see a different perspective. This one is outside the ring, next to the apron. The graphics in the background indicate that this event is WrestleMania. In the ring is The Miz, having just taken a pin from the new Tag Team Champions Sami and Becky. He’s hurt, he’s downed, but he’s not out.
Mauro Ranallo: A hard fought win in a spectacular match.
Tom Phillips: It was chaotic... it was fast paced and it was anyone's - wait! What the hell?
It’s Kevin Nash and Scott Hall! Nash peels Miz off of the canvas, looking to exact revenge for losing their titles a mere minutes ago. The view we’re looking through suddenly springs to life, hopping on the apron to try to save The Miz, but he is kicked back down to the floor by Hall.
Mauro Ranallo: A hard fought win in a spectacular match.
Tom Phillips: It was chaotic... it was fast paced and it was anyone's - wait! What the hell?
It’s Kevin Nash and Scott Hall! Nash peels Miz off of the canvas, looking to exact revenge for losing their titles a mere minutes ago. The view we’re looking through suddenly springs to life, hopping on the apron to try to save The Miz, but he is kicked back down to the floor by Hall.
***Flash!*** Back at Heatwave, Black charges at Joe, who drops the King with a Urinage! The Destroyer then eyes the man whose perspective we are seeing, and marches toward him, picking him up and planting him with a Muscle Buster.
***Flash!*** Back at WrestleMania, our viewing perspective looks back up just in time to see Nash hoisting Miz up on his shoulders before launching him out of the ring and spine first into the steel steps with a Jackknife! The man we are following scrambles over to check on Miz, before looking back up at Nash and Hall, who stand tall in the middle of the ring. Stretchers and such are too scrambling the way of Miz, who most likely now has a broken spine among other things.
***Flash!*** Joe stands tall in the center of the Heatwave ring. Aleister Black lays motionless in a heap of humanity, and our viewing perspective too remains on the ground following the heinous attack.
***Flash!*** The Outsiders stand tall at WrestleMania.
***Flash!*** Samoa Joe stands tall at Heatwave.
***Flash!*** The Miz lies unresponsive at WrestleMania.
***Flash!*** Aleister Black lies unresponsive at Heatwave.
***Flash!***
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One last flash appears on screen. This time, it comes with sound, an implosive sound. It’s the flashing of the television, a television that has suffered substantial damage. It appears from our view that a plaque has been thrown at it, shattering the screen. Well, most of the screen. The camera pans to the other side of the room with a now standing Jericho, his arm stretched out in the direction of the television. He walks over to retrieve the plaque.
Tom Phillips: What a match that will be tonight, as we may finally get an answer to the question: Who can stop Samoa Joe?
Hey, look, the audio still works. This remark from Tom on the damaged television gets Jericho’s attention, as he turns it to the screen. Only one portion of it remains untouched, the part advertising the man who beat him at Backlash and attacked him at Heatwave: Samoa Joe. Jericho punches the remaining part of the screen, rendering the television no more useful than a radio.
Chris Jericho: Joe wants to get one over me, huh? Well two can play at that game...
Jericho leaves the room, seemingly with a purpose...
Fin.
Vinny Marseglia: Glory. That’s what so many of you hope to attain, and that’s one reason I pride myself on being the holder and owner of the UWF Championship because as you scratch and claw to get past one another, I wait with patience and anticipation for the next victim to float over like an insect to illumination. You dream up in your minds what you perceive the greener pastures and land of milk and honey to be, but I promise you, you’re never going to get there while I’m around. As soon as I get my sights on you, whether I sought you out or curiosity got the better of you, it is my privilege, pleasure, honor, and duty to be the rain on your parade.
Tonight one of those that curiosity got the better of steps into the ring with me once again, thinking that lightning will strike again for him just because it has before and thinks that it will strike in the exact way it did before. Foolishness, delusions of grandeur, a God complex run amok: these are the things that make up Samoa Joe. You contradict yourself, Joe, you said that you’ll do anything to be victorious but haven’t figured out what that anything is because in one breath you tell me Death is too good for me, and in another you manipulate scripture to express that you are, in fact, plotting a murder. So much for your plan, eh?
It’s like I said, I’m prepared for haphazard rage or methodical subdued masochism or anything outside of that and anything in between. There’s plenty of ways to put you down, so think of me referring to you earlier in the week as big game to a hunter to still apply. I’ve got ammunition for you, the Guerrillas that may get involved, Aleister that may get involved, and WALTER too if he’s still lumbering around like Frankenstein’s monster.
I’m here to haunt and horrify all that come my way. Could be with a Redrum, could be with a Farewell to the Flesh, could be something else in my arsenal. Just know you’re all getting hurt, and you’re all going to bow before your, “Horror King”.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner and await the prey.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
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 DING!
The bell rings and it's decided that Jacob Fatu will start things off here against the Proletariat Boar. The pair circle each other in the ring and then tie up, but Boar quickly takes Jacob into a side headlock. Jacob backs Boar into the ropes and then breaks free by whipping him to the ropes opposite. As Boar rebounds, Jacob tries a shoulder block, but Boar lifts the boot and kicks him in the face. Fatu staggers back into the ropes and Boar charges, but Fatu leaps into the air and grounds him with a thunderous crossbody! Jacob quickly repositions behind Boar and traps him in a chinlock, but Boar fights up to one knee and connects with repeated forearms to the gut of Fatu until the hold is broken. Fatu throws himself back into the ropes and comes looking for another crossbody, but this time, Boar catches all 285 pounds of the Samoan Werewolf and drops him ribs-first on his knee for a rib breaker before standing back up, turning away from the World Warriors' corner, and throwing Fatu overhead into the top turnbuckle with a fallaway slam!
Tom Phillips: Oh man, look at the sheer power of the Proletariat Boar of Moldova.
Mauro Ranallo: I suppose this is one case where the pig gets his revenge on the wolf!
Boar gets back to his feet and heads straight over to Fatu, who now is leaning in the corner grimacing in pain. Boar grabs him around the throat with both hands and blatantly starts choking him. The referee starts a count on the illegal hold as Boar strangles Fatu and the World Warrior reaches a four-count before releasing to step away, leaving Fatu sputtering for air. Boar surges right back in, however, and boots Fatu directly in the face! Jacob thrashes as Boar tags Grado in, pulling Fatu from the corner and dropping him with a short-arm clothesline. Grado enters the ring and runs the ropes opposite, then comes back and drops a big Hogan-esque leg drop on Fatu before spinning round to hook the leg.
1...
...NO! Jacob Fatu gets a foot on the ropes!
Corey Graves: The Samoan Werewolf showing remarkable situational awareness by using the ropes to break that pinfall attempt.
Mauro Ranallo: That may be the case, Graves, but he's still in a rough spot here.
Grado pulls Fatu to his feet, trapping him in a headlock. The Scot walks Fatu toward the center of the ring and then starts cold-cocking him on the skull with a closed fist. The fans boo this as Grado pummels Fatu with punch after punch, reaching five before holding his fist up and kissing it, then hip tossing Fatu to the canvas. Grado then rolls to his feet and shouts "IT'S YERSEL!" as Fatu gets to one knee, the Scot charging him and punting him straight in the face! Fatu falls flat on his back and Grado covers.
1...
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...NO! Jacob Fatu kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Another escape by Jacob Fatu and one has to wonder if he can keep this up.
Grado pulls Jacob to his feet and sends him to the World Warriors' corner. The Scot then charges in and leaps into the air for a splash, but as he does, Fatu throws an elbow up and Grado lands jaw-first on it, crumpling in a heap to the canvas! Boar tries to react by grabbing Fatu, but he falls back into a Savate kick that sends Boar off the apron to the floor! Fatu then hauls Grado to his feet and throws him hard into the Samoan Strike Force's corner before charging in behind him and connecting with a running corner splash! Grado looks in a bad way as he stumbles out of the corner and Fatu grabs him from the shoulder, pulling him into a headbutt on the back of the head! Grado falls to all fours and Fatu tags in Rosey before dropping an elbow on the back of the Scot, grounding him. As Rosey enters the ring, Fatu rolls out to the apron and takes his place in his team's corner. Grado, meanwhile, has rolled over onto his back. Rosey simply lurches forward and drops down on Grado with a bone-crunching senton, staying on top for the cover.
1...
2...
...NO! Boar breaks up the cover!
Rosey gets to his feet after being fallen upon by a double ax handle, and the official is urging Boar to get to his corner while Estrada shouts from the outside and Blanchard applauds from her team's corner. Boar looks to be leaving and the official backs away but as Boar turns, Rosey runs and strikes him on the back with a forearm, sending him stumbling into the ropes! Rosey then lifts Boar up in a gorilla press and throws him over the top rope, sending the big man crashing down on Tessa Blanchard! The fans boo this; though they're not fans of Tessa, the assault was totally unnecessary. Rosey then turns around, but when he does, he gets booted in the face with the Wee Boot from Grado! Rosey stumbles back into the turnbuckles and then stumbles forward into an R-Grado! The Scot covers.
1...
2...
...NO! Rosey kicks out!
Corey Graves: These Samoans are tough as nails. Look at Rosey kicking out of not just the Wee Boot, but also the R-Grado!
Grado gets to his feet and immediately starts setting his boot on Rosey, trying to stomp the life out of him as Boar finds his feet and helps Blanchard to hers. As Rosey crawls for the ropes and tries to put some separation between himself and Grado, the official basically hauls the Scot back and gives him an earful. This means the official's back is turned on Rosey, Blanchard and Boar, and Boar climbs up on the apron while Blanchard quite literally digs her nails into Rosey's face, scratching him viciously to a loud boo from the crowd. Rosey screams with pain, but his scream is silenced as Blanchard pulls her hand away mere seconds before Boar drops a leg on Rosey's face, then rolls off the apron. The official turns back around to find Rosey all but unconscious on the apron. He looks suspiciously at Boar, but doesn't have any time to interrogate the big man as Grado pulls Rosey toward the middle of the ring and covers. Before he can even get a one count, however, Fatu hits a running stomp on the back of Grado's head. The Scot rolls onto his back and Fatu bends down, grabbing him on both sides of the head, then hauls him to his feet and throws him into the corner! As Grado stumbles out of it, Fatu hits him with a throat thrust that sends him crashing onto his back, then heads back to his corner with the official yelling at him loudly from behind.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, that official has lost all control over this match-up!
Tom Phillips: It's no wonder why: the Samoan Strike Force and the World Warriors both are just throwing the rule book out the window!
Rosey finds his feet and heads to the corner, starting to climb up the turnbuckles. The fans are buzzing. Rosey hits the top and just as he leaps off, the lights cut out. The crash of Rosey landing on Grado, presumably with a leg drop, can still be heard, but it's not visible. Suddenly, the lights on the stage come up.
Corey Graves: What the Hell is this?!?
Mauro Ranallo: Who are these men on the stage!
As the lights come back up, Armando Estrada is standing on the stage looking terrified as Darby Allin is behind him with a fistful of his hair and Sinn Bodhi is standing on the other side. Darby spins around Armando and delivers his version of a Stunner and then Sinn delivers a falling elbow smash to the head of Estrada known as the Hell-Bow!
Sinn Bodhi now takes a microphone that’s lying on the stage and raises it to speak.
Sinn Bodhi: It’s been a long time coming but now, Darby Allin and I are here: The New Kingdom has arrived!
The crowd reacts to this audibly as Darby takes the microphone.
Darby Allin: And we choose this night for a reason. Because out of the entire locker room, you, Samoan Strike Force, need to learn the pecking order. It’s not dollar signs Estrada or his Enterprise that runs this place, it is Vinny Marseglia and the New Kingdom. So know right now that you are marked men and it won’t be long until you kneel before us.
Vinny walks out onto the stage with a cigar in his mouth as he crouches down and puts it to the back of Estrada’s neck. Estrada winces in pain and the gesture is all the motivation Rosey and Fatu need to start heading for the stage. Fatu charges up it, but Rosey doesn't make it out of the ring as Grado rolls him up!
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
THE WORLD WARRIORS!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! The World Warriors pull off a victory here tonight!
Corey Graves: It's off a roll-up and a distraction, but as they said earlier this week, a win by any means is still a win!
Grado bails from the ring quickly and Rosey finds his feet in a fury, but the World Warriors and Blanchard are already hopping a barricade and leaving. Rosey turns his focus toward the New Kingdom at the top of the ramp and exits the ring to join Jacob Fatu, the pair of big men heading straight up the ramp to brawl. But then, the lights cut out once again. The fans buzz, but as the lights come back up, the New Kingdom are gone, leaving Estrada seemingly unconscious on the stage. Fatu and Rosey head to his side to help their manager to his feet and to the back, having been robbed of victory here. The feed moves along.
Two familiar faces appear on camera after the previous segment, those two familiar faces being none other than two of the four members of SCHADENFREUDE, Chris Brookes and Mark Davis. They seem to be somewhere backstage, somewhere not really secluded, but secluded enough.
Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes
Christ, I could go on and pander to you about how that was a well deserved win, how I overcame the Big Show, how I can now call this title my own... but I won't. Because the truth is, this title was mine from the start. The Big Show, or rather, Paul, was nothing but a placeholder. He pranced around and carried this title for me whilst I waited patiently to get a slight chance from Carter to just pull it out from his grasp, not forcefully, but gently. I say gently, not only because it seemed like you were almost completely complacent with this, but because you weren't going to put up much of a fight from the get go.
The Calamari Catch King shakes his head, clearly disappointed.
But as to not get worked up on nothing but a pretender, I'll talk about the things that really matter. One of those things being the future, and what to do with this slab of shit you guys like to call the "Television Championship" for some God forsaken reason. First things first, I'll get around to my future, and the fact that everyone I've faced in this company seems to doubt my ability. No matter the match, it seems that every single time, people think that they're some sort of historic legend, that I'm nothing but someone in your way. The fact that I hold this title right now, says otherwise. The fact that I have only lost once in my career here so far, says otherwise. In fact, I'd go as far as to say, the fact that I haven't been pinned a single time, says otherwise. If I were one of you people, I'd keep out of my path. My path is clear as day to anyone who takes a slight glance at me. I'm going to win every title in this company. Actually, no, I'm just going to take the one title from the one man that everyone seems to worship. Vinny Marseglia. I'm on the warpath. I want that title. It'd be your best decision to just hand it over right now.
Catch.
Brookes throws the title toward Davis who in turn catches it, and begins to speak on behalf of Chris as he walks out of shot.
Mark "Dunkzilla" Davis
What to do with this, ey? I'd say that it needs a makeover, first of all, but I'm not the one to decide, am I? Seen as big man Paul couldn't live up to his name, we need a new opponent for Summerslam, don't we? Now I'm not suggesting I could come up with what to do, but I'm sure that Ethan can make a good enough decision for the others to try and take the title. I'm just going to make myself clear, on behalf of Chris, I'm sure that we don't care if this title gets handed over to someone else... less dead weight after all... but that doesn't mean that he's just going to roll over like the "Show" did. But don't say that you're superior to him just because you might've won it. You'd be doing nothing but picking up our shit.
We're done here.
"Dunkzilla" Davis begins to walk out of shot too, with the title still hoisted over his shoulder. He smirks one last time as he looks at the camera and points down. The camera pans down to show a SCHADENFREUDE flag, shortly after, the title is thrown down into the frame too, next to the flag.
Soon after, the shot began to glitch out.
Afterwards, in a rather long exit, SCHADENFREUDE's little signature began to show up on screens for about 5 seconds.
The show continues.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring... Roman Reigns!!
The crowd cheers as the big dawg poses
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
Shibata does not come out until 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.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and they walk to the center of the ring and get into a TIGHT lock up and it stays even for a few moments but then Roman realizes he has a solid 200000000000 something pounds on Shibata and simply tries to push him away but Shibata holds on to Roman and in seconds rebounds and locks him in a front headlock! The wrestler tightens the hold as much as humanly possible and then tightens it even more cause he's fucking Shibata, too bad he's facing the fucking Big dog cause instead of messing with that technical wrestling bullshit Roman just rams Shibata into the corner! but Shibata is a tough cookie and instead of selling the move he sends his knee into Reigns' lungs and the big dog falls to a knee!
Mauro Ranallo: Sometimes you don't need a lot of power to knock down someone, the right shot at the right time in the right place can knock down anyone, Shibata's a prime example of that
Corey Graves: But don't be a fool and think that Shibata lacks in the power department, he simply saves it for when he deems right
Shibata takes a few steps back and returns to Roman with a huge big boot that flattens him and immediately gets on top of him to unleash some ground n pound! Roman is able to block most shots with his massive forearms Shibata tries going for an armbar and he's able to fully extend the arm! but only for a second tho as Roman quickly springs to his feet and attempts to free himself by punch, the best way to free yourself, he starts raining punches on Shibata but the former is just too damn tough, goddamit Inoki, after a few punches and seeing that Shibata still doesn't let go Roman again realizes something. he's a HOSS!, he reaches out and manages to lock his two hands together, lift Shibata and drop him with a powerbomb! he stays on top of him for a pin cause why the hell no
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Shibata kicks Reigns away and he and Reigns jump back to their feet! Shibata grabs his neck and moves his head around a little bit before setting his look on Reigns and smirking, Reigns returns the smirk and they both agree it's brawl time and start duking it out! it starts with a throat thrust from Reigns that Shibata responds to with a kick to the chest! as we all know Reigns has his bulletproof vest but Shibata's kick are a few levels above bullets and Reigns feel like he's been hit with a train but he ain't gonna let a simple train stop him like that and he returns with yet another throat thrust! this one knocks Shibata back a few steps but he's far from out, he takes a second to find his footing and when he does he spins in the speed of light and hits Roman straight on the jaw with a spinning backhand! the hit knocks back Roman's head so hard he probably got a whiplash or something, damn that's a good name write that down Roach, oh also Roman is spitting blood and something flew out of his mouth, either a tooth or a gum and since he's kicking ass, I assume he's all out of gum
It looks like that together with the tooth something else got released inside of Reigns as he gets right into Shibata's face and starts bashing his super muscular fist into Shibata's super lanky nose! Shibata doesn't back down and takes everything on the chin and when Roman's finally done he falls down to a knee, only to take a deep breath and slowly get up so he's nose to nose with Reigns and then he unleashes the STIFFEST chop to end all STIFF chops! the chop is so hard it actually knocks Roman to the ropes behind him and cause physics he rebounds, and cause he's awesome as he rebounds and nails Shibata with a Superman punch! he quickly gets on top and hooks the inside leg for a pin
Mauro Ranallo: We're only at the start and this match it is already a roller coaster!
Corey Graves: Is Tom tall enough to ride?
Tom Phillips: I'm six feet, that's just an inch shorter than you!
Corey Graves: Tell that to 2016 WWE
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Shibata kicks out! Roman sits up to catch his breath and after a few moments gets back to his feet, oh also he spits on the way up and it's more blood, fun times here at Revolution, and the times turn even more fun as Roman picks up a groggy Shibata and lifts him up for a drive at the Niagara with a special Niagara Driver! Roman keeps lifts Shibata up in the crucifix position and releases him to complete the powerbomb but he released it a second too early and Shibata is able to land behind Roman, AKA the best place for a Sleeper! Shibata wraps his arms around Roman's neck and the Guy begins to fade, he fights scrumbles to get out of the hold and tries to ram Shibata into the corner again but this time Shibata plants his feet and manages to stay still but Roman just won't pass out!
Shibata realizes it's gonna take a shit ton of time like that and decides to change it up a little, he postures up together with Roman and sends him crushing right on his head with a sleeper suplex!! Roman is out cold and out of instinct sits up, just to get hit in the chest by a bullet, no, worse than that, by Shibata's PK!!! Shibata immediately falls on top of Reigns and the ref count the pin
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner, "The Wrestler" Katsuyori Shibata!!
The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and boos cause Roman just lost but also Shibata just won and Shibata's awesome, but Roman's neat, Shibata doesn't care about it at all tho and simply celebrates by sitting down which is probably the most realistic way to celebrate after a hard fought match. What he doesn't notice however is that Suzuki has slid up behind him, putting his arms around his head and pulling him up into a sleeper hold!
Corey Graves: Looks like Suzuki heard the comment from Shibata earlier and now he's paying for it!
Shibata was NOT prepared for this and ends up fading quite easily because of it. Suzuki has a big grin on his face as he tosses Shibata to the side. Having sent his message, he leaves the ring and heads up the ramp while the ref checks on Shibata and the show moves on.
The camera cuts to black, after a few moments the feed shows the arena looking up at the black titantron as it seems like it might have just shorted out. But the black screen is suddenly filled with the face of Samoa Joe leaning forward towards the light and looking at the camera.
Samoa Joe: Royalty is a concept past down through the ages of society, But what makes Royalty? In the Past there's been many different deciding factors towards what makes someone a king. There are those closest to the king during his reign who are named the next in the line, there are those Born into it...who happened to have the Right last name in order to become Royalty, and then there are those that Take the crown. There is a historical equivalent to what is happening here in the UWF today, known as the Battle of Hastings. You see when the old king passed there were Three very powerful men who all laid claim to the throne, there was Harold who like Vinny Marseglia...was the one waiting in line to take the crown for himself after years of spending so much time right next to it. And he did, Vinny holds the UWF Championship today, and the body wasn't even buried before he put that thing on and ruled over the land.
Then there was the King of Norway, Harald. Norway being so closely tied to the Netherlands it's no wonder it parallels Aleister Black, you see this King spent his life collecting gold from war after war. Battling up and down the world and coming out of it a true warrior king. And This King felt like it was him who was truly the one that should be King of England so he set forth to challenge the newly crowned royal for his throne. But children amidst all this we've overlooked one very important factor, you see both of these Kings were headed towards a collision course to one another ready to go to war over the throne, but just under their noses came William The Bastard. Born out of wedlock from the true king, he was Promised his position as next in line and he was betrayed and cheated out of his throne. Me, I am the Samoan not apart of the Wrestling Family Lineage of Samoans, I am by all accounts the bastard son of Samoa and when I was promised my chance to reign I was cheated and cast aside in the King of the Ring Tournament.
Joe is growing increasingly angry but he pauses and takes a breath continuing with his story.
But I digress, you see the end of this great story in history was after Harold met and dispatched of his first challenger, William The Bastard came into town and took what was his with his own two hands. Anyone ready to revolt was put down, and change was made that lasted throughout the ages. Am I saying Vinny is going to do the same to Aleister, no, who knows what will come of their great battle...what I am saying is that I am waiting to come in and Take what is mine by force. William The Bastard, became William The Conqueror, and as King he laid down things that have rippled throughout history to this very day. I am not the highly acclaimed Warrior Black is dressed up to be or the Proven royalty that Vinny represents. I am but a Bastard no one takes seriously, but starting tonight I begin my conquest.
Joe smiles as he tilts his head up leaning back as the camera zooms out showing Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa on each side of him.
For I am the divinely chosen, I have set sail upon everyone and anyone that stands in my way and have destroyed them without hesitation. Since I was robbed at the King of the Ring, two mens careers have ended by my hand, and The biggest match of the tournament, the grand finale of the King of the Ring was left a sham. And all that was at the end of the day, was a point. A point proven that neither man...Aleister Black nor that peon Chris Jericho, were ever worthy to be named king over me. Tonight I finish that Point by putting down Vinny Marseglia, by beating the UWF Champion and showing each and every viewer that I am above that entirely. And I cannot wait to read all the complaints, hear all the cries, and take in all the hate from people who will still try and belittle my name with Bastard after I left every major player in the whole damn company laying at my feet with my own two hands. I have G.O.D on my side, All Vinny has right now is the shiniest crown...but I'm about to put a dent in that, tonight the Horror King falls...and whether he or Aleister walk out of Summerslam with the title or not is irrelevant because there will be many champions before and after but only one Kingpin. Samoa Joe, The Conqueror, Long be his reign.
*we see Jimmy sitting on a sofa with an psychoanalist who has black hair, brown eyes, black shoes and trousers and a white shirt*
Jimmy: Sooo, i know you'd expect anyone but me. However, i think i'll to reform
Psychoanalist: Ok, your name please?
Jimmy: My name is Jimmy Havoc
Psychoanalist: Your true name, not your ring name
Jimmy: oh, ok. My name is James Mcahren
*the psychoanalist grabs Jimmy's hand which makes Jimmy retreat*
Psychoanalist: Hey, don't worry, no one is going to attack you
Jimmy: *laughs nervously* sorry, it's that i haven't gone to a psychoanalisis session since 7 or 8 years ago and i thought you'd try to call the cops!
*the psychoanalist touches Jimmy's shoulder to relax him*
Psychoanalist: Now that you are calm, can we start with the session?
Jimmy: yeah, i guess *glup*
*the segment ends with the psychoanalist about to ask Jimmy something*+
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.
Dropkick Murphy’s “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” begins to blare through the arena’s speakers, as do a series of cheers from the audience in attendance. From behind the curtain emerges the Boston Butcher himself, Oney Lorcan, who marches briskly down the ramp with a ‘Number One’ hand gesture in the air, determination and aggression written on his face and traced in every step he takes.
Tony Chimel: “Making his way to the ring, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 200 pounds, ONEY LORCAN!”
Reaching ringside, Oney slaps a few hands of the fan’s hands as they extend themselves, and hops up onto the ring apron. A modest “OH-NEY RULES” chant breaks out, as he throws up a big ‘Number One’ hand sign on the middle turnbuckle, before hopping back down and stepping through the ring ropes. Oney performs the same gesture again, this time to the audience as he wildly throws himself at the ring ropes.
'Demi-Gods' hits and the Phenomenal AJ Styles comes out from the back. Styles walks up the ramp and he looks into the crowd. The fans give a mix reaction as Styles goes and he throws up the P1
Styles puts his hands down and he walks down the ramp. Styles is looking around as the crowd and he looking to get psyched up for the challenge in hand. AJ always loved hearing the emotion from the UWF Universe. Styles goes and he slides into the ring and than Tony Chimel begins to speak
Tony Chimel: Already in the ring from Gainseville, Georgia. The Phenomenal A...J....Styles
Styles follows what Chimel says and he spreads his arms out as a flux of pyro begins to shoot off from the stage. Styles smiles and he looks into the camera and starts to talk into it as it zoom closes too it. Styles begins to jump in the ring getting excited for the match to start.
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.
VS
DING DING DING
AJ says he's got this and steps into the ring. Morrison backs off and lets it happen. Meanwhile Lorcan and Neville can't exactly decide on who will start off the match. Styles decides for them by running over and hitting a jumping forearm to the back of Lorcan's head, Oney colliding with Neville and knocking him out of the ring. Styles turns Lorcan around and starts firing away with some shots to the midsection. Oney pushes him off but Styles comes running right back only to eat a european uppercut that staggers him back a few feet. Oney comes out of the corner and connects with a second european uppercut, followed by a third which backs AJ all the way into the ropes. He shoots the Phenomenal One off and AJ hits the ropes but Oney has followed him over and right as he bounces off the ropes, he's met with a knee right to the gut! He then hits a snap suplex, floating over for a pin.
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Styles gets the shoulder up right away! Lorcan takes his hand and brings him back up to his feet. He gives a stiff chop to the chest that rings throughout the arena. Styles gets mad and fires away his own chop but Oney shrugs it off before delivering another thunderous chop. Morrison even winces and can't help but laugh as AJ falls to his knees in pain. Oney follows up by shoving AJ's head between his legs and hoisting him up for a powerbomb but AJ fights back, punching down on Lorcan's head until he's dropped. AJ then retaliates with two punches followed by a kick to the leg, a spinning back elbow and then ends the blitz with a lariat to take down Oney!
Mauro Ranallo: A flurry of offense from the Phenomenal One!
Corey Graves: You can never count out the former UWF Champion no matter how much you seem to be in control. You'd think Oney would have learned after his defeat to Styles last time.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on, that was because of Neville.
Corey Graves: All I saw was AJ pinning Oney in the middle of that ring, just like he might do again tonight.
Lorcan has rolled over to the apron but Styles follows him over. He leans through the ropes and grabs Oney but Neville actually comes over and gives him a kick to the side of the head! Styles back off holding his head while Oney looks a bit surprised to see Neville help him. Adrian doesn't even acknowledge him and so Oney gets back into the ring. As he does though, Styles comes running at him with a lariat. Lorcan ducks it and Styles hits the ropes chest first, bouncing off into the waiting arms of Lorcan who hits a german suplex, bridging into a pin!
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Styles kicks out! Oney picks him right back up and makes the tag to Neville. They are surprisingly working well together so far and Oney wants to hit a double suplex. Neville says eff that and just kicks Styles in the gut and drags him away from Oney. He says a couple of words in Oney's direction before picking up Styles for a suplex but AJ slips out behind him and pushing him into the ropes, going for a roll up. Neville hangs on as AJ rolls backwards to his feet. He runs right back at Neville but Adrian catches him with a back elbow. Neviulle then springboards to the top rope, jumping off with a moonsault but AJ dropkicks him in mid air! Neville rushes to get back to his feet but AJ runs past him, springboarding off the middle rope and back flipping into the Sylin' DDT! He goes for the pin!
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Neville kicks out! Morrison calls out for Styles to make the tag and AJ just looks at him. He's thinking about it but ultimately opts to do just that, bringing Neville over and smashing his face into the top turnbuckle and making the tag. Morrison leaps over the ropes and brings Neville to the middle of the ropes, Irish whipping him across the ring. Neville bounces off the ropes and runs right into the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker Johnny calls the Plane Crash! Morrison follows up with the handstand spinning leg drop right across the neck of Neville. He stays in that position for a pretty nonchalant cover.
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Neville gets the shoulder up right away, He rolls away from Morrison who also gets back to his feet. He tries to go for an L-Kick but Neville manages to catch his foot. He then grabs Morrison's other leg and tuns him to where he's in a wheelbarrow position. From there, Neville uses pure strength to hoist Johnny up and throw him back with an electric chair! Johnny is laid out in the middle of the ring and Neville drags him a bit closer to the ropes before climbing up top the middle rope and leaping off with a phoenix splash! He stays on Morrison for the pin!
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Corey Graves: Neville has always been pretty vicious since his return to the company but ever since his quest to become Intercontinental Champion, He's become something more. Effective.
Mauro Ranallo: You couldn't be more right Corey. Ever since dropping Nigel, he's been more calculated in his attacks and Morrison needs to watch out.
Tom Phillips: Oney too, you never know what Neville has planned.
Neville grabs a fistful of hair and pulls Morrison up to his feet, giving him a few knees to keep him in check before whipping him into the corner. Neville runs after him but Johnny gets the boot up. Neville manages to catch it and shakes head with a smile. Johnny however kicks the other foot up for an enziguri to the side of Neville's head! Jomo comes out of the corner and takes Adrian's head off with a clothesline. He drags Neville over closer to the corner and then gets ready for the Cosmic Calamity but Neville rolls out of the ring. Morrison exits out onto the apron and waits for Neville to turn around. When he does, Morrison leaps off the ropes with the Interstellar Leap, taking Neville on the way down! Morrison picks up his body and tosses him back into the ring, following him in and going for the pin.
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Neville kicks out! Morrison pulls Neville up into a seated position. He runs to the ropes, perhaps preparing for the Brave New Reality but Lorcan actually comes over and gives him a kick to the back. Morrison turns around and takes a swing at Oney to knock him off the apron. He gives him a bit of a stare down but doesn't realize that Neville is back on his feet. As a matter of fact, Neville jumps onto head, wrapping his legs around him and falls backwards, spiking Morrison on the top of his head with the reverse rana! Morrison is dazed but is up on his knees. Neville damn near takes his head off with a superkick! He then goes for the pin.
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Morrison kicks out! Neville ends up going right to the top rope, steadying himself as he leaps off with a shooting star. Morrison rolls out of the way but Neville expected this, landing on his feet. Morrison doesn't realize this and when he gets to his feet and turns around, Neville is there with a spinning back kick to the gut. Johnny falls to his knees and so Neville runs right past him, hitting the ropes and coming back with a dropkick but Morrison side steps him. Neville slides all the way out of the ring and so Johnny goes over to the ropes and readies himself for a plancha to the outside but Styles tags himself in, He leaps off the apron with a forearm to knock Adrian Neville out. Morrison starts complaining to him, telling him he had it under control.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we knew one of these teams wouldn't go without arguing but I'm a bit surprised about which team it is.
Corey Graves: Neville and Oney seem to have a weird mutual respect after beating the hell out of each other where as Morrison and Styles seem to be have personal dislike. I'm not surprised but so far they are in control.
Styles throws Neville back into the ring and waits on the apron. Morrison is having words with him but Styles does his best to ignore it. Neville is slowly getting up to his feet and so AJ springboards onto the rope, perhaps looking for a phenomenal forearm but his foot ends up slipping and he falls awkwardly. He gets right back up and yells at Morrison, saying he moved the rope. Johnny looks at him like he's crazy but Neville crawls over to his corner and makes the tag to Lorcan!
Oney comes in and runs right at AJ, hitting him with a european uppercut to the back of the head! Payback for how the match started. AJ falls to his hands and knees and Lorcan walks over, grabbing him by the waist and deadlifting him up into a gutwrench powerbomb! Styles tries to roll away but Oney grabs a hold of him and starts hammering away with fists. Oney looks fired up and the ref has to break him off of AJ Styles uses this to crawl over to his corner and reaches up to Morrison for the tag but Johnny drops off the apron! Johnny mocks him by waving good bye while AJ looks flabbergasted. He gets to his feet But Oney grabs him from behind, delivering a half and half suplex! He goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Adrian Neville and Oney Lorcan!
Neville doesn't even bother to have his hand raised, simply leaving the ring and grabbing his title, exiting up the ramp. Lorcan stares him down and motions for the title. Neville pays him no mind, heading straight to the back as the show moves on.
]Scene open where Naomi is talking to an old friend of hers while Charly Caruso stops her]
Charly Caruso: I'm here with the one in only Naomi.
(Fans Cheers for Naomi)
Naomi: thanks Charly.
Charly Caruso: How long has it been since you return back to UWF Naomi.
Naomi: Well I was gone for awhile ever since I left Wrestle Mania that day I was saying to myself that where and the heck is The Glow Naomi. at and they was like we don't know just yet but we will make sure that she makes her return very soon to UWF.
Charly Caruso: but since you are here I would like to ask you something do you feel like coming back to Revolution to fight anyone like the Man Becky Lynch. next week on UWF.
Naomi: I don't know Charly. it depends on how the Revolution brand is going straight but just and believe me though I will return to the ring next week if only they decide who am I be facing next week on Revolution.
Charly Caruso: and Naomi. if you do return to Revolution which Opponent will you face in the ring next week.
Naomi: Well I kinda heard that Sami. was saying something about me during his role play but i probably won't be facing Sami though but I will fight the Man herself Becky Lynch. next week.
Naomi: So what's it gonna be Becky. since you like to talk the talk then why don't you prove it starting at Summer Slam you and me in a Steel Cage match unless you want to back out of it now while you stand can because the Glow is back where she belongs and I will see you back here until you accept my offer for Summer Slam on UWF.
Naomi: it's all about the Glow!
{Naomi walks off when Charly Caruso continues talking)
Charly Caruso: there you have it folks because the return of Naomi. will be headlining Summer Slam when she faces Becky Lynch inside of a Steel Cage next week on Revolution.
Charly Caruso: and we hope that Naomi. gets an offer from the Man herself Becky Lynch. against her Opponent at Summer Slam until next week's Revolution.
[Camera fades when Naomi goes searching for The Man Becky Lynch in the hall before next week's Revolution]
Revolution heads to the same, completely black room that fans are now all too familiar with, only this time it's run down. Vines hang from the walls, and the walls themselves seem to be rotting away. Aleister isn't sitting down at a table or anything like that. Instead, he remains standing, grabbing at his face madly.
A crown materializes in the black ground, above Aleister's head.
Aleister: You just… didn't… believe me, did you? You didn't believe me when I told the world that I would become the king of UWF. You thought I was joking. You thought I was insane. And then I won. I won match after match after match and every man in my way hit the ground lifeless. Because when I DECLARE something, I do it. Ask Morrison. Ask Joe. Ask your golden boy Chris Jericho. I told them I would beat them, humiliate them, expose their flaws to everyone at home and in the arena. And then I did. Joe's calm persona is out the window. He attacked me after my match, and he exposed himself as a volatile, stupid boy. Morrison was taken advantage of due to his stupidity. And I BEAT Chris Jericho, fair and square. I dispelled the one advantage he had over me. His win at Final Battle means NOTHING now. I DID IT ALL. DID YOU HEAR ME?! I DID IT. MY CORONATION HAS COME TRUE.
He caps off the sudden burst of emotion by staring straight into the camera. His posture gets more relaxed. He picks an axe up off the ground and carries it, examining the weapon in his hand.
Aleister: Ask everyone I've ever faced, Carter. Because everyone you ask, whether they want to admit it or not, know I'm the most dedicated man in the company, no, the entire wrestling business. I'm not one of those pathetic, washed-up movie stars like Mike or Jericho who make empty promises to "get better," because it's already a given that I will improve… and improve, each and every day. And yet you just couldn't believe me. You didn't want to believe me, not even Carter did. The man admitted it himself. And yet he failed at his one job. To keep my out of the main event of Summerslam to keep his pathetic business afloat. You lost, Carter. You. Lose. And now the world is in the palm of my hand.
A hand materializes on the black wall behind him.
Aleister: And the only one who can stop me is one Vinny Marseglia. A man with nothing but a bloodlust... and an axe, and not much else. But for some reason, Carter saw it fit to give him anything but a free trip out of the company and into a halfway house. And because of his overly inflated accomplishments and ego, he believes he's actually earned the things Carter spoon fed him.
He shakes his head no, before leaning forward to look into.
Aleister: I could go on about you all day, but there's more talented people holding titles right now. All I'll say is this. Call yourself “Horror King,” all you want, Vinny. But nothing can replace the true king. The KING… of the world. The one who took your old television title, and your throne, and eventually… Death is going to knock on your door before you can move to another room. And when that happens… Death is coming for the toy belt you love to carry around with you, and it will be transformed into pure… GOLD. Sleep tight, Vinny. Because with each passing day, your annihilation from the face of this earth draws ever so closer.
He laughs harder and harder as he breaks the axe over his knee and drops it on the floor. He steps out of frame and out of the room, and an hourglass materializes on the black wall. Real sand begins pouring out of the wall where the hourglass is as time passes. After many long seconds of laughing, clock ticking, and the crackling of static, it begins to zoom into the door that has been there for a long, long time. New characters beginning being scrawled into its surface. Half of the initials to UWF, in fact. The words on the door now spell out, "KILL UV," with half of the W being absent. Revolution heads elsewhere.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of this evening! Introducing first…
"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.
Tony Chimel: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!
Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.
Mauro Ranallo: The security here are a little bit looming don't you think Corey?
Corey Graves: Protection is protection, enough said.
Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for his opponent.
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.
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Joe rushes straight towards Vinny in the corner and crushes him into the corner. Vinny collapses slightly down and Joe backs up to give him some space to stay on him. Joe hits a jab, and another jab to strike at him. Vinny falls down to a seated position, and Joe winds himself up, and then goes for a boot on Vinny, but quickly Vinny pushes his hands out and grabs the boot of Joe.
Vinny then shuffles back slightly, and then gets himself up to his feet with Joe’s boot held up in his hands. Vinny grins back at Joe, and then throws his boot to the side and blasts him straight up with a forearm knocking Joe slightly back down to a knee, and then Vinny runs directly off to the ropes and then blasts Joe in the face with a dropkick, knocking him down onto his back.
Mauro Ranallo: Samoa Joe tried to rush the UWF Champion into the startup of this matchup but it seems like that plan has backfired, and Vinny is back in control of him.
Vinny then pushes his way up to his feet and spreads his arms out and glares down at Joe who tried to jump him instantly into the matchup. Vinny then brings the arms down swinging down for Joe, and grabs a hold on the head and upper neck of him.He then goes to grab Joe up, but Joe pushes off the ground with his feet and then gains possession of Vinny’s wrist.
Joe stomps down onto the mat to add some more leverage into the wrist of Vinny, and tightens his lips as he tightens in it. Vinny then rolls forward in a shoulder roll and then stands up to a stable base once again. Vinny then slaps the grip of Joe, and releases it out, and punts Joe in the midsection with a front kick.
Tom Phillips: Back and forth they go with this offence.
Corey Graves: It feels like Vinny seems to have an answer for everything that Joe is throwing at him, and vice versa!
Vinny runs towards the ropes and runs back to Joe with his knee lunged into him, but Joe backs up and runs towards the ropes, and as Vinny returns, with no Joe to collide with, he turns around to be met with a stiff forearm to the side of Vinny’s head turning him inside out and making him land flat out on his stomach.
Tom Phillips: Wooph! That’s gotta hurt!
Mauro Ranallo: Completely turned inside out there, what a vicious forearm.
Joe then immediately underhooks both arms of Vinny, and uses that to yank him back up to his feet, as Vinny gains this base, Joe starts to pace backwards and leads Vinny into the corner. He then swings around and throws Vinny back first into the corner and then Joe instantly starts laying into Vinny with some quick jabs.
One after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another, and Joe finally stops and Vinny collapses down into a seated position in which he looks pretty dazed from the offence from Samoa Joe.
Corey Graves: Relentless and unstoppable. The big bad Samoa Joe is here and proving his dominance yet again in the main event of Revolution.
Mauro Ranallo: What happened to having an answer to everything?
Corey Graves: Uh… that too.
Joe then walks up to the side of the grounded Vinny Marseglia, and then takes his boot and places it across the side of the face of him, and washes it across and then shoves it again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and then Vinny collapses down into a grounded position.
Joe goes to the other side of Vinny and then takes the leg of him, and then yanks it out so that he is away from the ropes more, and then lays on top of Vinny and hooks the leg and the referee counts the fall on him.
One…
Tw-
Vinny powers out of the pinfall attempt from Samoa Joe, and instantly as he does this, Joe grabs a hold of the now mat facing Vinny Marseglia, and locks in a grounded headlock on him and locks it in tight. He struggles about the head of Vinny, and makes his dreads sway about from the moving of his head.
Corey Graves: One of the most underrated moves in professional wrestling, many people overlook the headlock, but it can truly set out how the rest of this matchup is going to go for the recipient of the hold.
Joe continues to wrench on the hold, and pushes up slightly with his feet for leverage on this hold, yanking his neck back. He continues to pull away at the neck of Vinny, and Vinny screams in pain at this amount of pressure being placed on the head and neck of him. Suddenly Vinny bops his back out and then pushes Joe over his shoulder in a rollup like pin.
One…
Joe quickly kicks out from the quick rollup attempt from Vinny, and releases the headlock, instead choosing to get back up onto his feet to outpace Vinny to a full base. Vinny then gets up on his hands and knees and tries to get up, but Joe boots him in the side of the head with the sole of his boot, knocking his head to the side slightly.
Vinny resumes his head to the middle of his body, and then Joe boots once again hitting in on the side of the head of him. Vinny yet again powers through the boot from Joe, and then pushes himself up to a hunched position. Joe then blasts Vinny with an uppercut that knocks Vinny’s head up, with his hair flying over, and he glares back with devilish intentions, taunting him to bring it on.
Tom Phillips: The Horror King is defiant here to Samoa Joe’s aggression, standing up for himself and keeping himself in this one, before Joe can take full dominance.
Joe goes for a straight jab, but Vinny locks it underarm, and stops him from striking him and catches it, pulling it underarm. He then pulls in Joe, and blasts him with a straight headbutt knocking him back, stumbling towards the ropes. Vinny shakes his head side to side to try and recover from not only the headbutt but the headlock.
Mauro Ranallo: Just like that, he’s back in it. The UWF Champion is back in the game.
Joe suddenly springs back, as Vinny seems to have forgotten that Samoans aren’t hurt by headbutts! Joe has a grin on his face and Vinny quickly replies with a quick uppercut to send him back over to the ropes. Vinny then goes in on Joe and then grabs a hold of his arm and then whips him over to the other side of the ring.
Joe then clutches his arms around the ropes and makes sure he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Vinny then runs over to try and take the fight in on Joe, but as he runs across he meets a boot from him. Joe then runs up and locks up and holds in a headlock but from a standing position this time.
Joe continues to wrench in the standing position, but Vinny grabs a hold of his back and midsection of Joe. He then swings his arm at the back in a clubbing motion, and Joe flinches from the impact. Vinny swings again at the back, and again and then to the midsection. He then grabs a hug around the waist and moves him back to the ropes.
Corey Graves: On the go!
Vinny then throws Joe off, and he runs to the other side of the ring, but Joe connects back to Vinny with a big shoulder tackle knocking him down hard. Joe then changes his direction and then runs to the other side of the ropes, and Vinny hops over and drops down in front of Joe, but Joe jumps over him.
Vinny burpees up, and then leapfrogs over Joe running through his way and on returnal he hooks the arm of Joe and then goes to hip toss him over the top and Joe blocks it with swaying his weight down, and reverses it over to go to hook Vinny’s arm, but Vinny quickly rakes the eyes of Joe.
Mauro Ranallo: Foul tactics used here by the UWF Champion
Corey Graves: By any means necessary I guess!
With Joe now stunned, he runs to the ropes and then jumps up and then grabs a hold of the head of Joe, and slams him down to the mat with a massive bulldog slamming him face first. Joe stumbles back up from the impact and leans back over onto the ropes. Vinny goes over to Joe and then grabs him by the waist and picks him up for a backbreaker.
Joe then crushes down on Vinny’s knee as he picks him up and slams him hard down across the knee. He then lifts him up once more and then slams him down across the knee and releases Joe to fall down to the mat. He then reaches down and throws Joe’s arm over his shoulder and gets him up to a stable base. Vinny then throws Joe over with a Saito Suplex and pushes up for a pinfall attempt.
One…
Two…
Joe kicks out from the Saito Suplex and pushes himself over to lay up on his stomach. Vinny gets up and looks down on him. Vinny places his foot underneath Joe’s chin, and then raises it up so that his leg is raised, and then grabs a hold of Joe with both hands and pulls him up to his feet.
Tom Phillips: This matchup has been a constant attempt for victory since the start of this matchup, and with security keeping Black and Jericho back, it looks like these men are clear to get a decisive winner.
Vinny then grabs the arm of Joe and then whips him over to the corner. Vinny then runs up to hit Joe with a clothesline, but Joe ducks it and then throws Vinny down with a massive corner Uranage laying him out to the mat. Joe then walks out of the corner and has a grin left up on his face.
Joe then looks down on Vinny squashed out and walks up to him, and then suddenly gains some speed and then squashes Vinny out with a massive standing senton squashing Vinny flat out. Joe then gains his footing and then leads Vinny up to his feet, and runs his thumb over Vinny’s throat and locks in the Coquina Clutch, and puts in the hooks and grounds it.
Mauro Ranallo: Coquina Clutch nowhere to go!
Vinny is locked in the clutch right in the middle of the ring! He's trying to roll over but the size advantage from Joe helps anchor him and stops Vinny from gaining any sort of momentum. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. The fans are buzzing, knowing what happened the last time this happened at Heatwave. The lights come back on and Vinny Marseglia's followers have surrounded the ring. Security is caught off guard when the followers start attacking them all. They're trying to get to Joe, a few manage to hop on the apron but Joe is there to wipe them out.
Mauro Ranallo: It's absolute chaos at ringside here!
Corey Graves: Leave it to Vinny Marseglia to sick his weird cult on these honest guards. They're just doing their jobs!
The cameras cut to backstage where EC3 is in his office.
EC3: What are you idiots doing just standing around?
Security: Sir you wanted us to stop people from entering your office and-
EC3: I wanted tonight's main event to go down without any tomfoolery! Now go out there and handle this!
Security runs down to the arena while Joe is still taking out followers before they enter the ring. He hits one with a knee as they're coming through the ropes and tosses him out onto a few other followers. Vinny however is starting to stir as he gets up to a knee. The ref is trying to help get things under control and with his back turned, he doesn't realize that Aleister Black has slid into the ring. The back up security comes running down the ramp and Joe thinks he's safe. He turns around to get back to Vinny only to see Aleister Black spinning for the Black Mass! Joe however manages to duck in time and instead Black kicks Vinny right across the jaw! The UWF Champion goes down hard while Joe and black stare at one another. Security rushes into the ring and pull Black away. Joe yells at the ref and makes the cover amidst the chaos.
One...
Two...
Three...
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Samoa Joe!
The lights go out and once again, everyone is on edge. They come back on and all of Vinny's followers, including Vinny himself are gone from the ring. Joe is standing in a fighting position, waiting for something but nobody is around. Even Aleister Black is gone. The titantron comes on though and it shows EC3 in his office.
INT. EC3’s OFFICE - NIGHT
Chris Jericho: Surprise, motherfucker.
Ethan Carter III: Chr-
Chris Jericho: Can it Carter. It’s my turn to talk.
The former and future UWF Champion storms into the previously established setting. Carter is at his desk, completely unguarded with all that’s going on in the arena. Jericho looks pretty pissed off, probably because he is.
Chris Jericho: So let me get this straight. Joe can attack me multiple times with absolutely no consequences, but when he’s out there for his one match in the month, I can’t even be in the arena?
Ethan Carter III: Look, that’s not wh-
Jericho slightly raises his voice to cut Carter off.
Chris Jericho: Bullshit, you gave him the top spot on the card. How many people do I have to attack from behind to get that kind of opportunity? Do I have to walk all over you like Joe does?
Ethan Carter III: No one walks ov--
Jericho’s voice goes a few decibels higher once again.
Chris Jericho: Strike two, bookerman. This maniac ruined your true main event, and nothing is being done about it. You let whiny bitches like him run around this fed without them knowing their place. Joe literally ragdolled your brightest young star and you gave him exactly what he wanted!
Ethan Carter III: And why do you care all of a sudden? Where was all this when your buddy Miz kept whining about Rick Rude and yet I gave him every opportunity to get back at him but he failed. You're just like every other hypocrite who thinks they're owed something. You don't even like Aleister. Last week you were talking about how you don't respect him so what's changed?
Chris Jericho: Joe is a bully. Two bullies took out all the friends I had in this company. Now this one is trying to undermine everything I’ve done, everything Aleister has done. How many more senseless, disrespectful, career-endangering attacks do we as employees have to endure? You’ve lost so many high-quality talents because you let bullies run amok.
Ethan Carter III: Bullies? what are you six years old? This is a dog eat dog world and if you want to thrive, you need to start looking out for yourself. Stop crying and get better.
Chris Jericho: It doesn’t matter how good I am, he attacked both of us, remember?
Ethan Carter III: ]Well you’re just gonna have to suck it up.
Chris Jericho: I want Joe at Summerslam.
Ethan Carter III: You’re in no position to be asking for matches, especially when he already beat you before.
Chris Jericho: I wasn’t asking. If you won’t give me what I want, I’ll just have to go get it myself. You know, like Joe does.
Ethan Carter III: Oh no you don’t!
Carter stands up from his seat, now at eye level with Jericho, who had previously motioned to exit the room.
Ethan Carter III: The main event's over. You can't stop Samoa Joe.
Chris Jericho: Did you stop Joe from getting involved in my main event? Did you ever tell him he couldn’t just romp around and expect free handouts? Did you ever tell him no? He gets a team of security because he can’t stand up for himself, while I can’t even get the match I want.
Jericho paces back-and-forth across the office floor.
Chris Jericho: This is exactly the kind of management that gave the new World order so much influence over the show. It’s why Sweeney and Rude held the titles hostage for months at a time. It’s why Hall and Nash picked off all of my friends one by one. This gang mentality with Joe and his lackeys is ruining the company for everyone, especially me. You don’t want that again, do you?
Ethan Carter III: The Gangdom is nothing like the nWo. I would never let the nWo run around rampant on my show.
Chris Jericho: Have you not been paying attention? Joe whines and complains about how things aren’t going his way and you just let him do it!
Ethan Carter III: Everyone whines and complains, that's the nature of the business. I told people to say it to me face and to his credit, he did just that.
Chris Jericho: And that's what I'm doing now. All I want is one match. Me versus Joe. I need to stop this, and I need to stop it now. Either you give me what I want, or I’ll go and take it for myself.
Jericho turns toward the door, but stops, awaiting a response from Carter.
Ethan Carter III: Why should I give you the match? You guys have already mixed it up plenty of times, and the fans want to see something different than the same old thing.
Jericho turns to Ethan again, his face showing emotions resembling disbelief.
Chris Jericho: What are you on about Carter? I'm demanding a match and all you're thinking about is the profits?
Ethan Carter III: Well of course. I'm a promoter. I have a show to run. The business aspect is just as important as the wrestling, if not moreso. If I'm not confident that a match isn't going to bring in maximum returns, it doesn't happen, simple as that.
Jericho begins to retaliate, but stops himself. He thinks about his words carefully, and takes a different approach.
Chris Jericho: Think about how much we brought in up to and through Backlash. Our numbers were up, new signees were coming in left and right, and most importantly, your pockets were overflowing. Now put that on the second-biggest show of the year, and imagine how much we'd rake in.
Ethan Carter III: Well...
Chris Jericho: A grudge match in the hottest rivalry of the summer! Two world champions collide in an epic main event that's only worthy of a marquee slot on the SummerSlam card! The Lionheart vs The Destroyer! WHY-TWO-JAY vs JAY-OH-E! It's got money written all over it! Just close your eyes.... and IMAGINE.
Ethan pauses. He stares at Jericho, angry because he knows the man is right.
Ethan Carter III: Fine. You've got your match.
Chris Jericho: Awesome! I won't let you or your wallet down, Cart-
Ethan Carter III: On one condition...
Jericho's excitement turns to a look of concern. What could be the condition?
Ethan Carter III: You're right, this is a hot match. I can't have you running out after him, trying to take him out before Summerslam. That's why I'm putting a clause into our agreement, that you cannot lay your hands on Joe between now and SummerSlam outside of sanctioned events.
Chris Jericho: Oh, don't worry Ethan. By the time I'm done with Joe, he'll be out of here for good.
Ethan Carter III: Yeah sure whatever. Now get going. I'll be watching you closely, so don't fuck it up.
Chris Jericho: The only thing I'll be fucking up is Samoa Joe at SummerSlam.
Ethan Carter III: Just go!
Chris Jericho: Alright, I'm going.... to kick Samoa Joe's ass at SummerSl-
Fin.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Summerslam
Samoa Joe vs Chris Jericho
Intercontinental Championship
Adrian Neville(c) vs Oney Lorcan vs Noam Dar
UWF Tag Team Championships
New Day(c) vs Sami & Becky
Credits
Suzuki vs Punk - Dresden
McIntyre vs Show - Roach
Shibata vs Reings - Bodor
DIY vs Usos - Gone
SSF vs World Warriors - Crann
Joe vs Marseglia - George
Umaga vs MJF, Morrison/Styles vs Lorcan/Neville - Danny
