Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2019 3:23:31 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. Summerslam is shaping up and we’ve got more great action on deck tonight. Like the debut of The New Kingdom against the Samoan Strike Force.
Tom Phillips: Also in tag action, the World Warriors take on DIY.
Mauro Ranallo: Both should be great clashes, just like when the two mammoth athletes Drew McIntyre and Umaga butt heads.
Tom Phillips: Phenomenal meets Power of Positivity when AJ Styles faces Xavier Woods. Also Ultramantis Black versus El Ligero.
Mauro Ranallo: But that’s not all as number one contender Noam Dar faces the champion Neville in competition.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, it’s the battle of Chris Brookes and Chris Jericho but first, it’s Bloodline versus blood lust when Roman Reigns squares off against Jimmy Havoc and that match starts, right now!
Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*
[The Truth of Reigns hit's the P.A System when Roman Reigns comes out from behind the curtains when he looks around to his fans he starts walking down the aisle slapping children some high fives when he approach inside the ring he looks at Jimmy Havoc some kinda way ]
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Roman walks to the middle of the ring, ready to fight. Jimmy just stares at him, seeming to not really be all there. Roman motions for him to come at him but Jimmy still stands still. Tired of waiting, Roman walks over and grabs Jimmy with both hands around his head. It looks like he's about to toss him across the ring but Jimmy just straight bites Roman on the nose! Roman lets go and shoves Jimmy back, walking away to check if he's bleeding. Jimmy comes out of the corner however and blasts Roman with a lariat to the back of the head! Reigns falls to his hands and knees and Jimmy just unloads with overhand clubs to the back followed by a few knees to the ribs. Roman rolls to the outside to escape the barrage.
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Havoc has always had violent tendencies but you'd think after a bit of his therapy, he'd be less violent.
Corey Graves: Jimmy is clearly a disturbed individual and I think poking at his mind is only going to piss him off and he appears to be taking out on Roman right now which being honest, I couldn't be happier about.
Roman is trying to shake off the attack on the outside but Jimmy isn't done yet. He hits the ropes to build some momentum before diving our with a suicide dive! The only thing is, Roman expected as much and as Jimmy is flying out of the ring, Roman is able to get his hands on him and flings him right into the barricade! Roman isn't done though, he picks up Jimmy and rams his back right into apron. Jimmy arches his back in pain but Roman just keeps unloading fists on him, clearly still mad about the bite. He then takes him and goes to throw him into the steel steps but Jimmy reverses and Roman goes shoulder first into them! Jimmy then takes Roman's arm and sticks it in between the steps and the ring post. He follows up by kicking the steps, squishing Roman's arm and he cries out in pain. Seeing this only puts a smile on Jimmy's face.
Mauro Ranallo: Look at that sadistic smile on Jimmy Havoc's face!
Tom Phillips: Look at the sadistic smile on Corey's face!
Corey Graves: What can I say, seeing the Bloodline get hurt is always fun for me!
Jimmy takes Roman and tosses him back into the ring, beating the count of 8. Jimmy patiently waits behind Roman, stalking his prey like the predator he is. Roman is slow to his feet but as he's getting up, Jimmy grabs him by the waist. He takes his arm and ripcords him but Roman leaps up and hits him with a superman punch! Jimmy is dazed and he stumbles around the ring. Roman cocks his fist and takes off to hit Jimmy with a second superman punch! This takes Jimmy off his feet and Roman falls on top of him for the pin.
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Jimmy kicks out! Roman picks him right back up and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Jimmy comes to life and starts throwing punches down on top of Roman's skull. Reigns stumbles a bit but keeps Havoc up in the air. Jimmy then decides to bite down on his forehead causing Roman to drop him. Jimmy has drawn a bit of blood and he smiles but this only makes Roman furious. Jimmy decides to try and take his head off with another lariat but Roman ducks it and when Havoc turns around, Reigns pops him up in the air to hit a Samoan Drop!
Jimmy rolls over onto his knees to try and breath better after getting the wind knocked out of him. He tries to get back to his feet but it proves to be a bad idea as Roman is waiting in the corner. He cocks his fist before slamming it into the mat. Jimmy turns around and eats a third superman punch, this one knocking him off balance as he falls onto the bottom rope, his upper body hanging out. Roman smiles and rolls out of the ring. He runs around the corner, building up speed as he jumps up onto the apron for the drive by on Jimmy! Havoc rolls to the center of the ring where Roman moves in for the pin.
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But Jimmy kicks out yet again! Roman is getting a bit frustrated, wanting to put an end to Havoc already. He starts to pick Jimmy up but Havoc suddenly comes to life, lifting Roman up onto his shoulders and hitting a running death valley driver into the corner! Jimmy continues to beat down Roman by kicking him over and over again until the ref has to pull him off. Jimmy just exits the ring and goes around right back towards Roman, dragging him out of the ring and irish whipping him face first into the steel ring post! Jimmy isn't done however, he ends up walking to his corner and grabbing his signature fork. With the fork in hand, Jimmy stabs it right into the forehead of Roman, busting him wide open! The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, Roman Reigns!
Jimmy takes the fork and licks the blood off of it, the crowd chanting "You sick fuck!" at him but all Jimmy does is smile. He leaves Roman to bleed in the ring while the refs check on him and the show moves on.
Señoras y señores, el siguiente mensaje ha sido pagado por Estrada Enterprises
Rather than dissolving to the front of the Estrada Enterprises building, it cuts to a warehouse that is identified to be in the same city as the offices. The formerly abandoned place now is bustling with life, a wrestling ring set up in the middle of it all with an entranceway right against the wall where the back door would normally be. A good few hundred people are in attendance, watching on as a match is just beginning, but elsewhere, business is being done.
The locker room of the place is nothing more than a back alley where if one was to look up they would see the window of the apartment building next door and perhaps catch a glance at the current resident. On one side, a wooden door is propped up with a sign hanging from it reading “Owner’s Office”, while the side closer to the street is where the “locker rooms” are, with a few wooden panels propped between the alley’s exit and the room to protect the wrestler’s privacy. Inside the owner’s office, one Sr. Estrada is already sat down, a leatherbound briefcase next to his chair that wouldn’t look out of place at a McDonalds, talking with someone who is presumably the owner of the company.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”.....Telling you, if you make this deal with me, you will not regret it. I will turn this company into something even greater than what it already is which, if I am to talk straight with you Sr. Benks, is not that difficult to manage. After all, look at where you are running your shows-”
Mr. Benks: ”Hey, this place has value to us. It gives us our underground appeal!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”I see, and I suppose the same can be said for the shaky camera that we’re supposed to watch the show through off of your Vimeo page...how exactly are you making a profit with this company, again? Do you even have a license to be running shows here?”
Mr. Benks: ”Hey, is this a business proposition or you trying to get a search warrant for the police? Everything that is done within this company is for a good reason, and we haven’t survived for 2 years by miracles. I’ve put hard work into this company and making sure people show up!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”And by hard work, you mean getting your wrestlers who I am sure you pay very well to run around the streets and put up posters on anywhere that wouldn’t be considered vandalism.”
Mr. Benks: ”Alright, I didn’t ask for you to come into my office and insult my promotion! I have tried my hardest to get this to be successful, and I will be damned if I let someone as stuck up as you come in here and try to undermine everything I have done here!”
Armando looks at the door set up, and stands up. He looks outside, and sees that none of the wrestlers are paying attention to what is happening inside of the “room”, and as he closes the door once more, he takes a cigar out and lights it. Taking a drag and even making sure the smoke doesn’t go into Mr. Benks’ face, he sits down.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Listen...I’m sorry for coming in here and disrespecting you like this. I just need to know the ins and outs of a company that I am going to be funding.”
Mr. Benks: ”Well, then you don’t need to know this company then since you aren’t going to fund it!”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”.....what did you say? I must’ve heard some action out in the ring just now over you, because I think I missed what you just said.”
Mr. Benks: ”I said that I’m not taking your money. It’s clear you are way over your head with all of this, and quite frankly I don’t feel like you are the type of person who I would want to be funding my company.”
Estrada looks over to the door, checking outside once more and sees now that most of the wrestlers have actually left, heading to the ring for the scheduled battle royal. Shutting the door, Estrada picks up the briefcase and places it on the desk, refusing to look Mr. Benks in the eye, he opts to stare at the briefcase.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Are you so sure about that, Sr. Benks? I am a man with lots of resources, you could go and get new talent, or spend some money on advertising without ruining the aesthetic you have set up?”
Mr. Benks: ”I am absolutely, 100% sure that I am not taking any money from a prick like you! And I am no senior, I am MISTER Banks, so get it right next time, or get the fuck out of my office!”
Not even looking up from the case, Estrada opens it up and takes hold of the contents inside: a Beretta PX4 Storm Compact, complete with silencer. Taking it out, he brings it under the table and makes sure there is ammo in it, before then arming it and aiming at Mr. Benks.
His eyes grow wide when he realizes what is in front of him, and he shoots out of his chair with a start, trying to make it to the door but Armando stops him by reaching over the desk and simply smashing him in the head with the butt of the pistol, knocking Benks to the ground. He tries to scramble back to his feet, but gets cut off by a simple kick to the ribcage that flips him onto his back. He once again tries getting up, but Estrada has none of it as he pistolwhips him once more, knocking him to the ground. Benks looks up at Armando, his eyes still wide in fear.
Mr. Benks: ”M-Mister Estrada-”
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Senor Estrada, mister Benks.”
Mr. Benks: ”SENOR! S-Senor Estrada please! I-I’ll take the money, hell you can keep it AND the company, j-just let me go, p-p-please!”
Nearly crying in his pleading with the gunman standing over him. Meanwhile, Estrada looks down at him, considering his words. He looks over to the gun, then back at Benks, before raising it to be aimed directly at his head. Benks’ breathing quickens as his life flashes before his eyes, and for a second he almost seems to stop motionless, the pounding of his heart making Armando believe the man to be more likely to die of a heart attack rather than by being shot.
”Senor Estrada...please, j-just let me go?! I didn’t want it to come to this, I didn’t even THINK that it could come to this! I...I’m sorry for acting like an asshole to you, I am sure that Estrada Enterprises is a lovely business that you run, a-a-and you seem like a more reasonable owner than me anyways! I’ve been late on payments for my workers, I...I’ve had to take out loan after loan just to keep this thing afloat, a-and now I’m losing my company no matter what! S-So what does it matter, right? J-Just let me go, you’ve already gotten what you wanted!”
Armando looks down on the man as he closes his eyes, all out of words to say. Estrada keeps the gun levelled, but after a few seconds...he simply cannot find the courage to pull the trigger. The pistol is lowered from its aim at his head and he struggles for a second to get to his feet, finding his footing he begins to get his stuff together immediately. Trying to hastily pack up, he raises his head as he feels that he is finished.
”Thank you so so so so so much, Mr. Estrada! I promise you, you will not regret taking-”
Benks is cut off with a bullet through the head. Collapsing to the floor, Estrada looks over him, then looks up. Seeing nobody there, he checks outside the office space once again. Seeing no wrestlers back there yet, he manages to lift Benks up and places him on the desk. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, he places it over the front of his head and begins carrying him out of the office and to his car. Popping the trunk open, he grabs the towel inside there and wraps his head with it to prevent any stains inside the trunk as he tosses him into the back of the car. Slamming it shut, he pulls out his phone and heads back to the “locker room”, looking around for witnesses beforehand and finding none, conveniently. Stopping just short of the door, he dials.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Hey, Sra. De La Renta...glad you could pick up. Yes, yes, the business transaction went well. Now, this may...ah fuck it...no, nothing. Anyways, this may be a shot in the dark, but are you free right now? See...I’m going to need you to leave your car here for me and take mine up, I think something blew out.”
Nothing but silence awaits him for a few seconds, he sighs as he pulls the phone back.
”...yes, it didn’t quite go swimmingly, but hey, that’s just business. You should know the place we agreed to, just make sure I get another car like it in a day or two. Can’t have people wondering where it went. Just say it went into the shop for some new tires, alright? Yeah, see you soon too, now get going, Armando’s got some new employees to welcome to the Enterprise.”
Click. Putting the phone away, he opens the door and is greeted by nearly the entire roster. Smiling, he looks around at each of them, all looking confused at the man in front of them instead of it being Mr. Benks.
”Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are wondering where Mr. Benks went, but trust me, he had some matters on his mind during our meeting, so he agreed to me taking over the company. Now, if any of you object to this, you can walk out right now, no repercussions, just head on home and your last paycheck will come in about 5-7 business days.”
No takers, unsurprisingly. Bills still need to be paid, after all.
”Alright, now as for you all...allow me to formally welcome you, to the Enterprise.”
Termina.
Darby Allin: Get used to this face, because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it. While Vinny terrorizes singles competition, Sinn and I are here to do the same to the tag team competition and after some waiting, it’s finally time to do that and make our first mark on the division. Rosey Anoa’i, Jacob Fatu, not only are you being targeted because of the challenge we know you’ll bring and your business ventures violating the hierarchy and pecking order, but you’re being targeted because you’re the biggest team on the roster in terms of size, and you have wrestling royalty in your blood. What better way to send a message that the New Kingdom has arrived than by taking out the biggest guys in the yard?
And I know to Armando, it’s comedy hour and you’re all getting your kicks out of his jokes but while you’ve been getting those kicks and experiencing pleasure, you’re about to get my kicks and experience pain.
Sinn Bodhi: And you’re about to find out that anarchy isn’t a punchline. For me, it’s a way of life but don’t worry, you’ll be educated on that very soon and you’re not going to like it one bit. A Strike Force is a powerful thing but compared to a Kingdom? That power looks very small. Welcome to the Freakshow, boys!
A Cartoon Narrator says "Ladies and Gentlemen, Its time for the Amazing Adventures of your Favourite Luchador.....El Ligero!!!" as the song cues and an excited Ligero runs from the back and looks out to the crowd, he walks down the ramp, high fiving as many fans as he can before he gets to ringside where he steps up to the apron and Springboards over the top rope and back 3 or 4 times before entering the ring and running to the Hardcam's Right corner and poses.
Announcer: Introducing from Los Sanchos, Mexico, the Amazing, Elllllllllllllllllllll Ligerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
DING DING DING
Black is communicating with Dr. Cube as the bell rings but Ligero comes running at Ultramantis right out the gate, ready to put a stop to the evil doer. He connects with a dropkick that knocks Ultramantis into the corner. He clearly wasn't expecting it and Ligero moves up to the middle rope and starts raining down punches on top of Ultramantis' head before monkey flipping him out of the corner. Mantis pops right back up but gets taken down with an arm drag. The momentum of the roll puts him back on his feet and he takes a big swing at Ligero but the british luchador ducks it, running past him and springboarding off the middle rope with another arm drag to roll Ultramantis all the way out of the ring. Ligeor claps his hands together, the crowd getting behind him as he hits the ropes to build some momentum before flying out of the ring with the Air Carumba!
Mauro Ranallo: Ligero just returned to the UWF and he's already throwing caution to the wind.
Corey Graves: Not sure if this is smart though. One wrong move and he could end up with another concussion.
Ligero grabs a hold of Mantis and tosses him back into the ring. He jumps onto the apron and goes straight to the top rope. Ultramantis is slowly getting to his feet while Ligero patiently waits for him to turn around. Once he does, Ligero flies through the air with a diving crosssbody except Ultramantis ends up catching him in mid air. You read the body language of Ligero and can tell that he knows he's in danger. With one fell swoop, Ultramantis tosses Ligero up onto his shoulders before planting him to the mat with a death valley driver! Black goes for the pin.
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Ligero kicks out! Ultramantis waste little time in getting Ligero back up to his feet. He puts him in a full nelson, lifting him up for the slam but Ligero ends up countering it into yet another armdrag. Ligero tries to stay on the attack, running right at Black as he's getting up but he ends up getting caught with the Brainwashing Effect! Wanting to do even more damage to the head, Ultramantis rises back up while holding onto Ligero's head, slowly turning him around before falling with a neckbreaker! He goes for the pin.
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Ligero kicks out!
Corey Graves: He may have gotten caught off guard in the beginning of the match but so far Ultramantis Black has been using sound strategy, attacking the head of Ligero, knowing that he just came back from a concussion.
Tom Phillips: That seems a little cold blooded to me.
Corey Graves: Ligero knew the risks when coming back. Maybe if he was charismatic enough, he could get a comfy job commentating like yours truly.
Ligero rolls out of the ring to try and recuperate but Ultramantis meets him on the outside. He;s able to lift him up in a military press before dropping the smaller man face first on the announce table. His head smacking against it makes a loud THUD that makes from front row fans wince. Ligero looks completely out of it but Ultramantis wants to do even more harm. He lifts him up in a vertical suplex, looking for the Cosmic Disaster on the outside! Ligero however is able to maneuver his body weight to fall behind him. He proceeds to shove Ultramantis forward, the masked man hitting the steel ring post! He doesn't go down however, simply stumbling around. Ligero jumps onto the apron and waits for Mantis to turn around. When he does, Ligero leaps off with a cannonball to take him down!
Ligero is pumped up and the fans respond accordingly. He picks up Ultramantis off the floor and throws him back into the ring. He goes up top to the top turnbuckle again and this time doesn't wait for Mantis to get to his feet, instead jumping off to hit the Mexican Splash! He pulls up both legs for a deep cover.
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Black kicks out! Ligero lifts up two fingers at the ref, a bit of disbelief as he thought he might have had it there. He tries to bring Black up but Dr. Cube starts yelling at him from ringside. LKigero takes his eye off the ball for a second and it allows Ultramantis to stand up and knee Ligero right in the gut. He grabs the arm and twists to the side of him, grabbing his head and delivering the snapmare driver, driving the skulls of Ligero right into the mat! Black then turns him over to make the pin.
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NO! Ligero gets the shoulder up just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: No matter what Ultramantis throws at him, Ligero keeps kicking out!
Corey Graves: If you ask me, he's already concussed again because you'd have to be stupid to keep going after all that damage to the head.
Ultramantis scraps the carcass of Ligero off the mat but he's dead weight. It takes a little longer but he's got Ligero is a double underhook. He's about to go for the Praying Mantis Bomb but Ligero sudden;y twists himself free. He kicks Ultramantis in the back of the knee, dropping him down to his knees before kicking him right in the chest. He takes a step back and levels him with a superkick! Ultramantis goes down but crawls over to the ropes right away. He uses them to help him get to his feet and when he turns around, Ligero runs to the ropes, springboarding off them and going for an enziguri. Ultramantis however ducks it and Ligero crashes to the mat. When he gets back up, he's turned inside out with a clothesline! The masked man tries to get to his feet but Ultramantis is waiting, hooking both arms and lifting him straight up before dropping him on his head with the Praying Mantis Bomb! He goes for the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ultramantis Black!
The ref checks on Ligero after all that damage to his head while Dr.Cube celebrates with Black. The duo make their way to the back as Revolution rolls on.
The scene opens up on a night club as we see a limo open up revealing the always beautiful Tessa Blanchard and the UWF Linear Tag Champs, The World Warriors, who strut out with the belts both resting of the shoulders of The Boar.
Grado helps Tessa out the Limo and the three walk up to the bouncer, who gives Tessa a smile and lets all 3 in. They walk around Boar eyeing some ladies who are dancing really badly. Grado on the other hand is holding Tessa close as its clear she catches eye of most of the men in the club.
Soon the Trio make it to the VIP section that reads “Diamond!”
Tessa:”This is the life boys! Look at it, and now that you have some belts you can truly do what you want. So boys what do you want?”
Grado and Boar think for a bit before Grado looks at Boar more specifically the belts he carries.
Grado:”Ya know these belts they are nice but they don’t have the same prestige as the real things. People don’t treat us the same, and it’s funny because we should be the people fighting Poo Day at SummerSlam! That pipsqueak has been here for like one week and he’s already overlooking us! Can ya believe it Boar?”
Boar just shakes his head no, as while he is listening, he’s a little distracted by a pretty young thing on the dance floor.
Tessa:”I get it baby, but I trying talking to that so called GM but that little shrimp won’t listen, and whats worse is Ethan sends me to voicemail, but after seeing what happened to Big Show I’m trying not to piss him off, so I guess we just have to bide our time until you two get your rightful shot. Hell you beat the SSF, showed why I am not only the superior manager, tactician, and trainer, but you two are also the superior tag team. That surely wiped that smug smirk of Selina’s face.”
At this time Boar is completely ignoring everything, as he is solely focused on that girl on the dance floor as he downs a Jaeger.
Grado:”Yea and Ay heard that we facing that washed up dorks DIY, this week? What is that screwup doing signing all these losers? I mean DIY? Hah, they beat us back when we were nobodies but they won’t last a minute against the dominant force we are now. Then those freaks with Vinneh, I mean you think a skinny punk like Darby could do anything to us? Don’t even get me started on the fact that The Usos and G.O.D still have a job. Sooner or later the World Warriors are gonna erase every single team from the history books. Then when we’re at the top, we will stay at the top. Right Boar?”
Boar just kinda nods, but once again he’s not paying attention, but Tessa is and she just laughs in the smugest laugh and her and Grado make a toast and drink.
Tessa:”I can drink to that, and all I can say to that is Yersel!”
Another smug laugh is heard as the scene fades to black.
The camera cuts to outside a pub, a Wetherspoons pub, clearly filmed from a certain British UWF roster member’s day off. There is no Wetherspoons in the United States, well as far as I know of. They’re always pretty quality, you can’t really diss them.
The camera then suddenly switches to another angle of a table, the angle seems to be sitting down on a chair at a table inside of said pub, and there is nobody opposite. Until suddenly a hand comes into shot and pulls back the chair, and then places a beer on the table. He then walks in and sits down on the chair. It is Adrian Neville.
Adrian Neville: The last time I went to one of these I got almost killed by that looney I once called a mate, nah nah, never truly was. Well, at least now that he’s gone he can go get some help or something, shit if I care. He could be underneath a bridge smoking some dodgy cigarettes as far as I care.
Cameraman: You only got a drink for yourself?
Adrian Neville: Of course. Did you expect me to give you a handout? A free drink, a brief shred of happiness? Nah. If you want a fuckin’ drink you go up and get it from the source, you don’t wait for someone to pass it out to you. Y’know, that reminds me of why I’m here with you. To share my thoughts on recent handouts from the Carter family to someone who lies north of the British border.
The cameraman is clearly disappointed without words, as Neville takes a sip from his beer on the table. He then places it down once more to talk.
One Noam Dar. Sounds like those sweets you chuck out to the kids at Halloween, what is it? Moam? Maoam? Aye, that’s probably it. Why would Ethan try and cause a man with such a stupid name such grave damage? I mean hell, it’s like he has a vendetta against him. Throwing him into the ring with me at the Pay Per View, and then deciding to do it for the week before?! I almost feel sympathy for him. Well… I would if he wasn’t such an arsehat… and if I gave a rat’s arse about him.
Neville picks up his beer and takes another swig. The cameraman then pipes up yet again while Neville is drinking his beer.
Cameraman: What about Oney?
Adrian Neville: What about him?
Cameraman: Well him getting this matchup with you as well at Summerslam.
Adrian Neville: He’s just as incompetent as Noam is, and both of them don’t realise it yet, but they will.
Cameraman: Is that all?
Adrian Neville: Um… yeah I guess mate. You can fuck off now. I ain’t too bothered.
The camera cuts off as UWF heads elsewhere, as Neville seems to be done with it.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to crown the Number One Contender to the Television Championship! Introducing first...
Drew walks to the ring with a cold stare, not breaking his focus from his destination.
Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. Drew McIntyre!
Drew enters the ring, his new persona having him deadest on winning at all costs.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Out from the back walks Armando Alejandro Estrada, no music playing. Instead, just making his way into the ring, microphone in hand.
Armando Alejandro Estrada: "Señoras y señores, ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to the new demolition crew of the UWF, to those who will actively destroy who stands before them! WELCOME, THE SAMOAN STRIKE FORCE!"
Out walk Umaga Fatu, Rosey Anoa'i, and Jacob Fatu, all walking in unison to the ring. They approach the steel steps, Umaga first, who lets out a roar to the crowd before walking up the steps, pounding on the top step as he walks up it, being followed by Rosey and Jacob. They get into the ring, and stand behind Armando. The referee then approaches Armando, informing him of who is in this match but he shrugs it off, seeming to ignore the referee before then turning around to inform his clients. They silently leave, leaving only that who competes inside the ring.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, McIntyre immediately connects with the Celtic Kiss headbutt but the, “Samoan Bulldozer” remains standing. McIntyre connects with another Celtic Kiss but Umaga is still standing. Drew backs away, creating some distance between he and the monster, before charging him but the big man sidesteps and McIntyre is left using the ropes to stop himself. Drew turns and cocks a fist back for a punch but is met square on the jaw with a Savate Kick as he’s sent into the ropes slightly. Drew leans away from the ropes as Fatu grabs him horizontally in his arms and turns, planting him into the mat. Umaga leaps up and drops a headbutt into the chest of his opponent, then climbs to his feet and connects with another.
On the way back to a vertical base, this time Fatu grabs the hair of McIntyre and pulls him to his feet. Umaga goes for the Samoan Spike but Drew blocks it with his forearm and connects with a third Celtic Kiss as Umaga releases the hold on Drew’s hair as Drew connects with a Throat Thrust. McIntyre backs away and then goes for a Big Boot but Umaga sidesteps and slips behind him, applying the Tongan Death Grip as the massive McIntyre is brought to his knees.
Drew is fighting to get free as Umaga stands him up and brings his other arm around, connecting with a Samoan Spike as he releases the hold and McIntyre hits the mat devastatingly hard. Umaga leans down and grabs Drew by the neck with both hands and pulls him up, setting him on his feet. As Drew gets there, he shoves Umaga and goes for a punch but Fatu catches it and bends Drew’s arm so that he’s essential punching himself in the sternum as Drew finds himself with his back to the ropes.
Drew charges Umaga who grabs him and applies a Bearhug but Mac hits him on both sides of the neck with his arms as he’s set back on his feet. McIntyre grabs Umaga by the back of the head now and drops to his knees, leaving the big man disoriented and teetering. Drew punches Umaga in the jaw and then hits him with the other fist before delivering a simultaneous punch to the mouth with both fists. McIntyre now leans down and grabs Fatu around the waist, picking him up and connecting with a Sidewalk Slam!
Tom Phillips: Regarding of how big Drew is, that’s still impressive strength!
Mauro Ranallo: It’s not often that we see Umaga Fatu off his feet.
Corey Graves: The name of the game is winning that contendership so digging down to pull off something like that is essential!
Drew gets up with a smile but that smile vanishes when Umaga gets up. Fatu hits him with a Savate Kick as McIntyre is sent staggering backward into the corner. Umaga is close behind as he follows up with a Running Hip Attack that causes Drew to fall to a seated position as Umaga backs away and connects with another Running Hip Attack! Umaga backs up and goes for a third but as he charges, Drew gets up and charges as well, leaping up and connecting with a Claymore!
McIntyre looks down at his handiwork with a smile on his face as he goes for the cover.
ONE...
NO!
Umaga forcefully kicks out as he pushes Drew off of him. Drew drops an elbow to his head and starts punching him as he’s on the way back to his feet. Once there, Fatu lunges at Drew and bites his forehead as Drew struggles to force him away. After a moment, Umaga backs off before then biting the forearm as Drew cries out in pain, punching the monster in the back of the head with his other hand repeatedly.
After punching is having little effect, McIntyre grabs a handful of his opponent’s hair and pulls back, but that only tears further at the flesh so he lets go. Drew then manipulates the situation to apply a Sleeper Hold of sorts then sweeps the leg and turns, throwing Umaga across his hip and to the mat. Fatu is right back to his feet, much to Drew’s surprise, as he headbutts him and then swings both arms forward, hitting McIntyre with a Double Samoan Spike!
McIntyre stays standing as he holds his throat in pain as Umaga bends down and scoops him onto his shoulders, connecting with a Samoan Drop. Umaga goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Drew gets the shoulder up as Umaga creates some distance between them. The distance doesn’t last long however as Drew gets to his feet and charges, going for a Claymore but Umaga gets out of the way and he hits the turnbuckle in a way that he essentially puts himself in the Tree of Woe. Fatu runs over and delivers a dropkick to the abdomen as Drew folds and falls to his side. The big man goes to the high rent district now and leaps off as quickly as he got up there, landing a Samoan Spike from the top rope!
Umaga goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
At the last possible moment, Drew kicks out as Umaga waits for him to get up this time. Once Drew does, Umaga bends to scoop him up but Drew lands a knee to the chest and then puts Umaga’s head between his legs, grabbing around the waist and hoisting him over and up into a McIntyre’s Edge as he throws Umaga hard into the turnbuckle he was just in, Umaga hitting the back of his head on the pad on the way down.
McIntyre grabs his opponent by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring, then goes and crouches in the corner nearest him and waits on Fatu to get up. Fatu gets to his feet as McIntyre goes for a Claymore but Fatu reverses into a Samoan Drop in a way that causes Drew to pop back up as Umaga turns and clobbers him with a Samoan Spike! Umaga makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the number one contender to the Television Championship, Umaga Fatu!
Revolution returns from a quick break with an unfamiliar shot outside of the Tam O'Shanter Inn in Ayr, Scotland of all places.
The camera moves inside to a busy bar with locals drinking and chatting with one another, an old couple reading their respective books by the fireplace, and a man singing and playing the guitar. The camera delves further inside and finds a pokey corner of the pub where UWF superstar Noam Dar is sat at a table with three locals. Dar is sat with a G&T in his hand whilst his company are all enjoying pints of the local ale on tap as the camera moves a bit closer to listen in on what's being said.
Noam Dar:...And then I told him 'Wow Larry, you could pass for a UWF announcer!'
The table then erupts into laughter.
Rory McRobbie: I dunno what's more impressive Noam, getting yersel' oan the Larry King show, or getting in tae this big championship match at Summerfest.
Noam Dar: It's Summerslam Rory, and both are equally incredible in their own way I'd say. All just further proof that the 'Dar' power knows no boundaries at present.
Jock Campbell: So I know you beat that baldy bastard a wee while back, but how are ye gonna see off the English throbber?
Noam Dar: A magician never reveals his secrets Jock, but don't you worry, I've got something planned alright. Come Summerslam those jokers Lorcan and Neville won't know what's hit them.
Angus Macbeth: Aye it's all very impressive lad, but are ye sure ye should be over here hanging out wae us when you've got big fights tae prepare for back in America? What about the jet lag like?
Noam Dar: Angus, Supernova 11 is an international enterprise, it works all day every day, no matter what part of the world you're in. Sure I could have arsed around at my house in the States playing Fifa by the pool, but I decided tae come back here because I felt Ayr needed tae see just how far it's finest son had come since leaving tae conquer the universe. But after this it's straight back tae business and a welcome opportunity tae give Neville a damn good kicking before I take his title from him.
Suddenly a member of the bar staff approaches the table looking to speak to Dar.
Bartender: Excuse me, are you Noam Dar?
Noam Dar:...No I'm Tom Hanks.... Of course I'm Noam Dar you fud! What do you want? We've already paid for these drinks, so unless you're coming tae bring us another round on the house then you can piss off!
Bartender: Actually no, someone just walked into the bar and asked me to give you this.
The bartender then hands Dar an envelope which he takes and opens up. Inside is a folded sheet of paper, which after being unfolded reads the words 'You are a bitch, and you're going to lose at Summerslam.' Naturally Dar is not impressed with this stunt and wants some answers.
Noam Dar: Okay cretin, who gave you this? Or did you write it yourself because you've got a deathwish?
Bartender: No I didn't write it. The person who gave it to me left the pub right after doing so.
Now on the verge of seething, Dar stands up and takes one final mouthful of his drink before throwing the glass against the wall, much to the shock and horror of the other people in the pub who are just minding their own business. Dar yells in frustration but then takes some slow deep breaths before looking directly into the camera lens.
Noam Dar: You think this was funny aye boys? Whichever one of you was behind this farce, consider it a failure, because I know what you're trying tae do. You're wanting me tae sink tae your pathetic level by doing something crass and insane such as beating up everyone in this pub right now, or robbing the place and setting it on fire. The sort of thing one of you would try and do just tae get attention. Well it's not happening, because I've got more class in my pinky than you've both got in your entire beings, and I will not lower myself tae committing foul acts like this which will bring the UWF in tae further disrepute!
Jock Campbell: Noam calm down son, it was just a piec...
Noam Dar: Shut it Jock! This is an atrocity, and I won't stand for it. Adrian...Oney...Consider this a warning. You can play silly pathetic games with each other as much as you want, but don't expect me tae lower myself tae those depths as well.A change is on the way chaps, and it starts at Summerslam when I take the Intercontinental Title for myself, and leave you both lying in a pile of your own misery!
Dar looks to make a hasty retreat from the pub and forcefully shoves the camera out of the way which ends up cutting the feed and sends the screen to black.
AJ Styles is shown backstage reading his book that the New Day so rudely declined to promote when all of a sudden an old friend return
Sonjay Dutt: AJ oh thank goodness I found you.
AJ Styles: Brother Sonjay how are you doing?
The two men embrace and Sonjay begins to speak
Sonjay Dutt: I am doing fine but my neck is pretty stiff. That Johnny Morrison is n0 joke. Are you sure AJ you will be fine at SummerSlam?
AJ Styles: Sonjay I have beaten Johnny Morrison before, but that was without the third eye. This time I am a much better and stronger individual than I was back than. You should know this as a man of the mystic arts. So no need to worry, but what brings you here bud?
Sonjay Dutt: Well I was here about my reward.
AJ Styles: Reward?
Sonjay Dutt: Yes remember. At Heatwave you said if I helped Johnny Morrison that the third eye sees a beautiful woman in my future.
AJ Styles: Woah, woah first of Sonjay the third eye said if you beat Johnny Morrison you would get a beautiful women, and also that was between us man to man.
Sonjay Dutt: No AJ you clearly said that if I helped him nothing about beating him. So tell me Mr. Third eye when is my beautiful woman coming?
AJ Styles: Well... Look Sonjay next week I will have a beautiful woman for you.
Sonjay Dutt: For real?
AJ Styles: Yep just meet me back here and I will introuce you to her.
Sonjay Dutt: Thank you AJ. Look you know I have to improve my spiritual chi after that beat down. They don't call me the playa from the himilaya for nothing.
AJ Styles: Yep now go have a good one.
Sonjay leaves and AJ looks on annoyed that he has to find a date for Sonjay Dutt by next week
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”I Am Above” by In Flames is the theme as two-thirds of The New Kingdom come walking out, Darby Allin and the “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi. Sinn and Darby look at one another before looking ahead and making their way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Seattle, Washington and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds. Representing The New Kingdom, the team of Darby Allin and the, “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi!
Each man enters the ring as Darby heads to the top and crosses his arms across his chest as Sinn removes his mask to reveal his painted face. Darby falls backward and appears he’s set to hit the mat but he rolls and lands on his feet as Sinn laughs and asks the crowd, ”Are you ready to get weird?” as the two men now prepare for the match ahead.
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 immediately Darby Allin charges his opponent, who in this case is Jacob Fatu. Fatu sees him coming and pops Allin up, but Darby lands on Jacob's shoulders and starts clubbing his head with a closed right fist until Fatu lurches forward and powerbombs Allin hard on the canvas. Allin quickly finds his feet in spite of the brutal slam, charging Fatu again as he leaps at him and strikes with a running forearm. Fatu falls back into the ropes but when he surges forward, he takes a recovered Allin to the canvas with a simple shoulder block! Allin is again quick to his feet, but this time Fatu throws him back to the canvas with an arm drag. Allin's back up again, and Fatu grounds him again with another arm drag, this time keeping the arm hooked so he can drag Allin back to his feet and launch him into the corner. Darby hits the turnbuckle hard before being almost instantly flattened against it as Fatu hits him with a running splash, then leads him out in a headlock that he chains into a quick hip toss, staying on top for the cover.
1...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: A kickout at one there from Darby Allin.
Mauro Ranallo: Allin has so far endured the punishment doled out to him by the Samoan Werewolf, but Fatu is nothing if not persistent in his viciousness.
Corey Graves: Well, Darby said he revelled in pain and that's a good thing, because he's going to feel a whole lot of it here tonight.
As Fatu starts pushing back to his feet from the cover, Allin hooks his head under an arm and wraps his legs around the Werewolf's torso. He's locked in a guillotine choke! Fatu stumbles as he finds his vertical base, the hold already cutting off oxygen and threatening to knock him out. Carrying the extra weight of his foe, Fatu runs for his corner, staggering along before crashing into the turnbuckles, effectively slamming Allin's back against them. Fatu tags in Rosey, then falls back from the corner giving his head a shake as he tries to get the air back in his lungs. Darby surges out of the corner as Rosey is entering the ring; he runs at Fatu and hits a shotgun dropkick, sending Jacob through the ropes to the outside! Darby then runs at Rosey and leaps up in front of him, catching him in a clutch and falling back into a monkey toss that mostly uses Rosey's own weight and momentum against him. Rosey lands with a thud on the canvas but quickly sits up, only to have Allin roll over his head and hit a neck snap! Rosey snaps back to the canvas on release, bracing his neck as he rolls toward his corner as Allin rolls to his feet and tags in Sinn Bodhi.
Mauro Ranallo: And now here comes the self-proclaimed Warlord of Weird.
Tom Phillips: Sinn Bodhi promised brutality and now he'll get the chance to show the Samoan Strike Force precisely what that means to him.
Bodhi crosses the ring and pulls Rosey to one knee. Rosey catches him in the gut with a forearm smash, then a second before shoving him into the ropes. As Bodhi rebounds, Rosey lifts him up for a spinebuster, but Bodhi tucks his head under an arm and drops him with a DDT! Rosey rolls under the ropes to the apron, but Bodhi has no intention of allowing separation as he finds his feet and heads right over, placing a booted foot between the ropes and using it to repeatedly stomp on Rosey's chest. The big Samoan rolls off the apron to his feet on the floor and stumbles toward the barricade, bracing his chest. Bodhi backs up several paces from the ropes, then runs at them as Rosey positions to catch him for a counter slam. Rather than leap through, Bodhi goes into a handspring and uses the ropes to rebound harmlessly into the center of the squared circle, then laughs heartily as he looks at his dumbfounded foe. Rosey, now thoroughly annoyed, climbs up the ring steps onto the apron and moves to enter the ring again, but as soon as he's between the ropes, Bodhi takes advantage and runs at him, smashing his face with a running knee lift. Bodhi then catches Rosey in a double underhook and drags him between the ropes before spiking him with a rope-hung DDT! Bodhi rolls Rosey onto his back and hooks the leg.
1...
2...
...NO! Jacob Fatu breaks up the pin!
Corey Graves: And there's Jacob Fatu again being the MVP for his team as he saves Rosey from a surefire three-count.
Tom Phillips: You can definitely say Sinn is a man of his word. That double-underhook DDT sure was brutal.
Bodhi finds his feet quickly and as Fatu moves to exit the ring, Bodhi attacks him from behind, clubbing him savagely on the back before spinning him a full 360 degrees and launching him between the turnbuckles to collide shoulder-first with the ring post! Fatu roars as he flops onto his side on the apron and rolls off to the floor below, bracing his elbow. Bodhi then turns to find Rosey struggling to find his feet. Sinn charges, looking for the Hellion Hammer, but Rosey shows a surprisingly spry side as he ducks under and Sinn's momentum carries him right into the ropes. When he rebounds, he does so into a Savate Kick that causes him to reel back into the ropes, from which he rebounds into a belly-to-belly clutch that Rosey carries into a suplex! He stays on for the cover.
1...
2...
...NO! Darby Allin breaks up the pin!
Mauro Ranallo: And now the Daredevil himself breaks things up and keeps his team in the match-up.
Rosey finds his feet but as he does, Darby takes him back to the canvas with a springboard crossbody! Allin rolls back to his feet and immediately darts for the prone Samoan, leaping up and landing hard on his open palm with a stomp! Rosey screams as he braces the hand, but Allin simply boots him in the face and catches the hand he just stomped on in his own, manipulating the fingers into perfect position before he starts to bend them savagely! Rosey screams as each digit is manipulated in ways it is not supposed to be, but before he can do much by way of defending himself, the official reaches four on his count and Darby breaks off and heads back to his corner. Meanwhile, Sinn Bodhi has recovered enough in a corner to find his feet, and he heads over to Rosey's body, lifting the Samoan from the canvas. When he gets him there, he attempts an Irish whip, but Rosey plants his feet. Sinn tries again and Rosey again plants his feet before dragging Sinn into a short-arm clothesline! Rosey backs up to his corner as Sinn writhes on the canvas and tags in Fatu.
Tom Phillips: A smart tag by Rosey there.
Corey Graves: It's not every day you get a lull in the action, Phillips. You've got to take advantage to make the right move when you do. Rosey should have pressed the attack.
The Samoan Werewolf enters the ring looking angry, and it's not long before he finds a target for that anger, grabbing the top rope with both hands as he stomps away at Sinn Bodhi. The stomps are vicious but not targeted, and they land in a sort of random way on Sinn's shoulder, chest and even the side of his head. Bodhi, after twenty or so of the blows, manages to roll under the ropes to the apron and push off onto his feet on the floor below that. He stumbles away from the apron but by the time he turns back to it, Fatu collides with him!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Tope suicida!
Fatu pulls Bodhi to his feet and immediately connects with a stiff throat thrust, causing Bodhi to sputter and gasp for air, before he smashes Sinn's unprotected face off the apron and rolls him back into the ring. Fatu slides in and covers.
1...
2...
...NO! Sinn Bodhi gets a foot on the ropes!
Tom Phillips: Sinn Bodhi gets that booted foot up on the rope and forces a break at 2 and a half.
Corey Graves: This isn't good for the Strike Force. The longer this match goes on, the more it favors these lunatics who apparently just want to cause — and feel — pain.
As though hearing Graves, Fatu pulls Bodhi to his feet and sends him into the SSF corner. He closes the gap and starts drilling Bodhi with absolutely savage knee lifts, tagging in Rosey between two such strikes. Rosey enters the ring while Fatu keeps Bodhi cornered, but then Jacob pulls Bodhi out of the corner and feeds him to Rosey, who catches and drops him with the Swinging Side Slam! The fans are booing as Armando orders Rosey to hook the leg and he does so.
1...
2...
...NO! Darby Allin pulls the official out of the ring!
The referee starts shouting at Allin, but Darby just throws his hands up and shakes his head, all apologies. Armando circles the ring shouting loudly that the New Kingdom should be disqualified, but then Allin shoves the official aside and charges Armando, connecting with a shotgun dropkick that sends Armando hard into the barricade, which collapses behind him! Armando spills into the front row as Allin gets to his feet grinning, darts for the apron, runs along it and leaps clean onto the top rope, then leaps off with a Coffin Drop on the Strike Force's manager! This draws the ire of Rosey and Jacob as the fans kick up a loud "HOLY SHIT!" chant.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, Darby Allin is taking this fight from the squared circle straight to the boardroom of Estrada Enterprises!
Corey Graves: The New Kingdom were getting handsy with the Strike Force's manager earlier this week so I guess this can't really come as a surprise.
Tom Phillips: I didn't think it was possible, but I feel a little bad for Armando!
The official tries to intercede, but Rosey grabs him by the collar and throws him into the front row before moving in on Allin. Darby leaps up onto a portion of still-standing barricade and attempts a moonsault on the two advancing Samoans, but Jacob catches him in midair and drops him to the floor with a Samoan drop! Allin rolls toward the announce table and that's all the Samoans need to give them a twisted idea, the pair of brutes heading over and tearing off the protective paneling. Fatu grabs a monitor from beneath it just as Bodhi exits the ring — he turns and blasts the Warlord of Weird with the monitor, shattering its screen! The fans explode in loud boos as the official slowly finds his feet and hops the barricade, rounding the ring to give the Strike Force a stern warning as Fatu hauls Darby to his feet. Fatu then feeds the Daredevil to Rosey, who grabs him by the throat with both hands, lifts him up and Chokebombs him straight through the announce table! At this the official calls for the bell, and the timekeeper rings it.
DING DING DING!
Your winners, by Disqualification
The New Kingdom!
Corey Graves: Oh come on!
Mauro Ranallo: Clearly this match was never going to be contested under ordinary rules, but it surprises me that the Strike Force are the ones who were goaded into taking a DQ loss here.
Before the official can take any further action, Fatu LEVELS him with a Samoan Spike! The official falls flat on the floor as Allin laughs maniacally from the wreckage of the announce table. Rosey climbs through the splinters and hauls him to his feet, then spins him up and drops him right back into the ruined table with a Swinging Side Slam. Rosey gets to his feet and looks down on Allin, who in spite of the blood running freely from multiple wounds on his back, is still laughing, even though he is visibly in pain. Rosey then turns to see Bodhi charging him and steps back into a Savate Kick, blasting Bodhi straight on the jaw and sending him to the floor before the Samoan Strike Force move to help their manager to his feet. And then...
Tom Phillips: Can it be?
Corey Graves: I never thought I'd be happy to hear this pipsqueak's music!
The fans pop as Drake Maverick emerges from the back, surveying the chaos unfolding down the ramp. He looks out to the fans and then produces a microphone from inside his suit jacket, turning it on to address the teams down at ringside.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Tonight, I booked a straight tag match between two teams and neither of you two duos could keep things professional in that ring. I'd say I'm disappointed, but that would be a lie. After all, I half-expected some crazy nonsense to unfold here and I'm surprised it took as long as it did. Still, these fans were promised a wrestling match, not some circus act. So the way I see it, you two teams owe me — and you owe them — for your inability to deliver on that here tonight.
Drake exhales loudly enough to be heard on the mic. He's clearly frustrated. He shakes his head, then continues.
Maybe the mistake was booking this as a match under standard rules. I knew the four of you couldn't keep your noses clean, after all. So how about I take another shot at this and book a rematch? At Summerslam. And since none of you want to play by the standard rules, let's throw the rulebook out and call it... Tables.
The fans pop at this.
Ladders.
Another pop.
And chairs.
The fans pop loudest of all now as Drake's music again hits and he turns to leave, the New Kingdom and the Strike Force left to regroup in their own spaces and process the news as the feed moves along.
The feed takes us backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
RENEE YOUNG
Good evening everyone, I hope you're enjoying tonight's episode of Revolution and right now, I am being joined by the Cosmic Crusader himself, Johnny Morrison. Thanks for joining me, Johnny.
The camera pans over and now Morrison is seen smiling.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Oh, no problem, Renee. When you asked me to join you for this interview, the first thing I thought was, "Sure, Renee, why not?" So here I am.
Morrison shrugs. Renee smiles and gracefully begins to ask her first question.
Last week, you abandoned your partner and longtime rival AJ Styles in the middle of a tag-team match against Oney Lorcan and Intercontinental Champion Adrian Neville. The UWF Universe has been swirling with controversy ever since, trying to figure out the meaning behind your actions. I figured I would go straight to the source and ask, why did you screw over AJ?
Johnny snorts with derision as Renee puts the microphone back in front of him.
Why did I "screw over" AJ? I resent the loaded question, Renee, and to be honest I don't see it that way. The way I see it, AJ Styles has twice cost me major victories here in the UWF. So he owed me two losses. Last week, I got my payback for one of those losses when I left him in the middle of the ring to take the pinfall loss to our opponents and remind everyone in the UWF Universe, and especially his daughter, just how much of a loser he actually is. At Summerslam in just a few weeks, I get my second loss back when I kick his ass for the world to witness and leave him on his back, staring at those hard arena lights.
The nonchalant tone of Morrison's usual banter is gone, replaced with something harder. Meaner. This takes Renee by surprise and she physically reels a bit. She tilts the microphone back her way.
It seems to me like you're underestimating the Phenomenal One. Don't you think an opponent who has had as storied a career as AJ Styles deserves more credit and respect than you're giving him?
Morrison chuckles at the absurdity of the question as Renee tilts the microphone back his way.
You're talking about respect with the man who has repeatedly been screwed out of winning marquee matches — main event contests — by interference or blatant cheating and has never once, not once, been offered so much as an apology by management. Hell, the producers backstage didn't even play the right entrance music last week. That's disrespect. And so is the booking. They keep booking me in these endless contests with guys who couldn't even lace up my boots. Oney Lorcan? Adrian Neville? Please. I'm a cut above all this so-called competition, and that's true for AJ Styles, too. The guy can't beat me clean. Nobody in the locker room has done it yet. But most of them, they don't keep obsessing over me. They take their Ws and move along, trying to conveniently sweep their dirty truths under the rug. Not so with AJ. He's fixated on me, and the reason is he can't handle his daughter liking me more than she likes him. At least, that's the story for now. We'll see how true it is after I brutalize her daddy at Summerslam.
Renee tilts the microphone back her way, and now there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice.
Johnny, it sounds to me like maybe your feelings for AJ Styles are taking you down a dark path...
Morrison glares at Renee with so much menace that she stops midsentence. He physically reaches over and tilts the microphone back toward himself, then responds to the unasked question.
If you think the path I'm walking now is dark, just wait until Summerslam is over, Renee. I came back here with one goal: to win the King of the Ring Tournament, beat the UWF Champion, and prove once and for all to myself and all the world that I am the greatest man to ever walk this Earth. And then some jackass with jealousy issues trotted out onto my stage and stared down at my ring and gave my opponent at the time — the eventually "winner" of the tournament — a golden opportunity to upset me and steal a victory. To say I'm walking down a dark path here doesn't even begin to capture the essence of what's going on. From the moment AJ Styles cost me my dream, he became a marked man. My sights are set right on his supposedly phenomenal career and I fully intend, come Hell or high water, to end it at Summerslam — in front of the thousands in attendance, the millions watching from home, and most importantly, in front of his precious daughter, because she needs to see what true greatness looks like. She needs to discover the true measure of a man. And she needs to witness her very favourite wrestling hero triumphing over the evil that shares a home with her.
Johnny's words are ruthless, but the tone is ice-cold. His lip trembles a little bit with fury. Renee shudders as she carefully wrests her microphone back from Morrison's grasp. There's an awkward silence, then Renee proceeds with another question.
But two men were responsible for what happened to you in the King of the Ring tournament, Johnny. So what about Aleister Bla--
Again, Johnny glares at her. Again, she stops dead in her tracks. He leans forward this time, getting uncomfortably close to Renee, staring her dead in the eye as he responds.
Aleister Black says he's going to "kill" the UWF. That's his mission statement, right? Well when I'm done with AJ and they've scraped what's left of him off the canvas, I'm gunning for Aleister next. And whether he's beaten or been beaten by Vinny Marseglia at Summerslam, whether he's succeeded in killing the UWF or the UWF Champion kills his aspirations, that doesn't matter to me. Because I'm going to kill him.
With that, Morrison stands up, adjusts the collar of his jacket, and after giving the camera a hard gaze, he turns and leaves the room. Renee sits in silence as the feed rolls along without her usual sign-off.
The screen enters a dark room with fog filling up the view. It clears and in the middle sits The Wrestler, Katsuyori Shibata.
Shibata: For long I have yearned for this. And now the challenge stands right in front of me. For many years I've begged to have the opportunity to rid this plague from wrestling, and now... that chance is in arms reach. I've had this chance before, but I didn't have the goal that I have now. March 12th, 2017. While I succeeded then, and still had that same passion I have now, I didn't have this purpose yet. The purpose that drives me more than any trophy or championship ever did.
Shibata finally opens his eyes and takes a breath. He scrunches his brows down and assumes a bit of a confused
Shibata: I've seen many people ask me to address the attack last week. But... in all honesty, I should have expected it. I hope by now we all know what kind of person Suzuki is, I do. Unique is one way to describe it, he has a unique way of doing many things. Suzuki... he's not satisfied with just choking someone he dislikes out. I know what that attack meant. That was no one time thing, no, that was a challenge. A challenge from Minoru Suzuki. A man like that will never be satisfied until he has destroyed the one who opposes him. He works strategically. That was an attempt to instigate me, to fill me with anger. Suzuki, there is no need for that, for I already hate you. Hate is a word I would never want to use, but that is the only feeling that comes to me when I think of you. You are a 51 year old man, only here to take out the pent up anger from your career on anyone you want. It is much too late for retribution, so why would I feel anything but hate towards this man? I was taught to direct hate away from any man I didn't take a liking to, but you're much worse than any man I've met. You deserve my hatred. However, hatred isn't something I can use in the future. Holding on to hatred leads to bad places, so I must have a place to empty it out. I think I have thought of a very fitting place for that. Minoru Suzuki, I accept your "challenge." But... I prefer to add on to a challenge when faced with one. So Suzuki, I challenge you... to a match at SummerSlam.
The video seems to be fading out until the sounds of footsteps can be heard as they grow louder and louder. Then the footsteps develop into figures. Dozens of young lions come into frame beside Shibata.
Shibata: You wish to intimidate us Suzuki?
Sounds of chops and flesh hitting flesh can be heard in the background
Shibata: I'm afraid that won't happen.
The sickening sounds grow louder and an image starts to form.
Shibata: I've taught them not to be afraid of people like you.
The image forms into a match where one man hits a series of cringe-inducing strikes.
Shibata: You know how I taught them?
The scene fully transitions to the video. Now it is clear that the video is the match between Shibata and Suzuki, years ago.
Shibata: I showed them men like you aren't immortal
Shibata gets a load of stiff offense in on Suzuki in the video
Shibata: I showed them that men like you can be given back the same torture they give out.
Shibata hits another series of sickening strikes in the match, Suzuki is dazed.
Shibata: I showed them men like you can... and will be defeated.
Shibata sets it up and tears into Suzuki with the penalty kick that ended their match those years ago. The video fades out with the sound of the kick echoing as the screen goes dark.
"Morning Glory" by Oasis blares out around the arena, signalling the arrival of Noam Dar. A pair of armed Death Troopers take to the stage as the sold out crowd in attendance makes their displeasure known. The Scottish Supernova then appears and stands arms crossed behind his back for a few seconds before kissing his left wrist and then saluting the troopers with his right hand. The troopers then depart to the back once again and Dar makes his way down to the ring.
"From Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at 178 pounds, he is The Scottish Supernova, Noam Dar!!"
Dar performs the calm motion with his right hand to hush up the crowd members near ringside who are giving him an unwelcome reception before climbing the apron and scaling the top turnbuckle to perform the crossed motion once again.
Dar then drops into the ring and undoes his jacket in preparation for the upcoming contest.
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Dar and Neville are looking for a nice boost of momentum ahead of their match at SummerSlam. They circle each other trying to eye each other up. They're about to lock up in a elbow-and-collar tie up when all of a sudden…
Tom Phillips: What's Oney doing out here!
Mauro Ranallo: We're about to find out, Tom!
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 and down to ringside. Neville and Dar stare at him intently both not happy he's out here. Lorcan walks to the announcing area and asks for a chair from the ring production crew. They hand him a chair and he props it down right next to Tom so he can get a front row seat to the action taking place. Oney sits down and crosses his arms as he studies his opponents.
Mauro Ranallo: Oney is out here to get a front row seat to the action between his foes at SummerSlam.
Corey Graves: Great… Two high calibre talent out here and then we got the guy who sleeps under benches.
Neville goes to lean on the ropes to give Oney a piece of his mind, Dar grabs him and spins him around to face him before laying in a sharp Elbow into Neville. Neville shakes the cobwebs as Dar goes to run the ropes but on the rebound, Neville turns his back to Dar and catches him with a Back Elbow. Dar falls to a knee. This allows Neville to run the ropes himself; on the rebound, he goes for a bicycle knee but Noam Dar smoothly grabs the leg and transitions into the Kneebar!
Mauro Ranallo: Dar looking to end this one early!
Tom Phillips: Neville may have a short night here tonight if he didn't get distracted.
Corey Graves: Maybe Oney could watch in the back on the monitors instead of distracting his opponents; what a jerk!
Neville desperately claws for the ropes as Dar has the Kneebar locked in tight. Dar attempts to hyperextend the leg earlier looking for the earlier submission, but Neville ain't having it! Neville maneuvers his way on his back and Dar's tushy exposed. Neville uses his free leg to start kicking sporadically to attempt to get Dar to loosen the hold. It works, and Neville is able to shimmy his leg free as he pushes Dar off of him with his free leg.
Corey Graves: Neville is so good! He knows his ways around submissions.
Tom Phillips: K.
Corey Graves: Did you just learn texting lingo or something? Cause you're gonna have to try harder than that to annoy me.
Tom Phillips: K.
Corey Graves: …shut up, Phillips.
Neville hobbles up to his feet as Dar meets him there. Dar runs at him, but Neville bends over and lifts Dar into the air for a Back Body Drop! Dar lands hard on his back as he holds it in pain and stumbles quickly back up to his feet and turns right into a Roundhouse Kick that echoes around the arena. Dar is seeing stars as he spins and gets caught with a Snap German Suplex; Neville bridges for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT TWO!
Neville gets up as Dar is seemingly out for the moment. He leans on the ropes and begins yelling at Oney. Oney just stares at him, still with his arms crossed. Neville hops out the ring and gets in his face but can't escalate things further as Dar comes from out of nowhere with a Springboard Dropkick! Oney saw it coming and backed up last second to avoid getting caught in crossfire. Dar gets up and looks at Oney with a smirk, puckered lips, signaling him to just go away with his hand. He gets Neville up and throws him back in the ring as Oney gets his chair and sets it back up and sitting down and crossing his arms once again.
Tom Phillips: Oney is completely unfazed here.
Mauro Ranallo: And Neville was fazed there!
Neville stumbles up to his feet and Dar goes to meet him with a Lariat, but Neville counters it by ducking, grabbing the arm and head, and transitioning into a neckbreaker. Dar hits the mat hard as Neville sits up as he looks at Oney and eyeing him, as in saying "That's gonna be you at SummerSlam." Neville gets up and lifts Dar up and hits a European Uppercut that makes Dar stumble into the corner.
Neville goes for Elbow Smashes to the temple of Dar. Dar slowly descends down onto the bottom rope as Neville begins laying stomps into the gut. Dar is on the bottom turnbuckle as Neville begins Face Washing, Dar with the sole of his boot and spreads his arms out to the crowd to taunt them. They boo loudly as he swipes his arm in front of his face to dismiss them. Neville heads over to the other corner and points directly at Oney before running at Dar for a Baseball Dropkick!
BUT NO! Dar scurries out of the way last moment. Neville slides out the ring and runs back in Corbin style to try and catch Dar with a lariat but Dar ducks it, jumps off the ropes and hits a Springboard Moonsault! Dar pounds the mat with intensity as he hypes himself up. He gets to his feet and brings Neville with him to hit him with a Snapmare. Neville rolls into a seated position, and Dar runs the ropes to hit a Soccer Kick! He quickly looks over and points to Oney before diverting his attention back to Neville. Dar then runs the ropes perpendicular to Neville to hit a standing Shooting Star Press, but Neville gets his knees up!
Mauro Ranallo: Neville with the counter!
Corey Graves: Seize the moment, Neville!
Neville gets to his feet and brings Dar with him. He holds him by the chin as Dar is looking at him sluggishly. Neville lets go of the chin and runs the ropes. He does a Handspring into a DDT! Dar lands on his head very hard. Neville gets up and leans on the ropes once more trash talking Oney. Oney stands this time and Neville tells him to bring it. "Ya wanna fight? Let's fight, Oney! Come on! Get in her-" Mid sentence, Neville gets rolled up by Dar with a Crucifix Pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, NOAM DAR!
Dar gets to his feet and celebrates his victory, but it's short lived as he gets clubbed in the back of the head by Neville. Neville stares him down but then he gets clubbed in the back of the head with a European Uppercut from Oney! Oney hauls Neville up to his feet and chucks him out the ring. He looks at Neville then towards the ropes. He hypes himself up for a high risk move, but as he goes to run the ropes, he gets tripped by a Leg Sweep from Dar! Dar smiles as he gets Oney to his feet and goes for the Nova Roller! Oney ducks and grabs the leg and locks Dar into an Ankle Lock!
Dar scratches but has nowhere to go. Dar uses the power of his leg to pull Oney forward and off of him. Oney goes through the second rope and gets caught by a forearm from Neville! Oney turns around into a Nova Roller, but ducks it! During that time, Neville hopped into the ring with his title. He was running at Oney with it to hit him, but collided with Dar instead! Neville doesn't care who he striked, as long as he did damage as he turns to Oney as they get into a fisticuffs battle. Strikes are being laid into one another. Oney ends it with a headbutt onto Neville that spins him around to allow Oney to hit the Half and Half Suplex!
Oney is the last man standing as he looks over to the IC title and picks it up. He stares at it before lifting it high into the air to the roar of the crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: This could very well be a reality come Summerslam and the crowd loves it!
Corey Graves: I hope not! He'd probably lose it under his hobo benches!
Tom Phillips: Love him or hate him, Corey, he is a major opposition to Neville and his title, as well as Dar. The odds are stacked against him; it's anyone's guess who will come out on top at SummerSlam!
With that, Revolution rolls on.
Revolution is neat and rad af as it always is, it's so rad we have to take a break from the action and kiss ass promos to catch our breath, nothing plays on the titantron and nothing is going on in the ring, no cellphone in sight. just people living in the moment, that moment is quickly interrupted by a blurry image of what appears to be the backstage where a man is being thrown on the floor! a few seconds pass and Minoru Suzuki walks into the frame, he looks around a bit and when he sees the camera he starts walking towards it while the cameraman retreats while making sure to keep filming cause he's a damn professional
So finally I've got your attention huh? good, this is an official message from me, Minoru Suzuki, to the management of this wretched company, EC3 and the rest of the clueless pigs that run this circus, I will not suffer any more disrespect by you or by members of your roster and before you lie yet again and say that I'm not getting disrespected please enlighten me and the people watching, what is putting the person that was just in the main event of your big show in the first match of the night against a nobody? what is putting people like Shibata and MJF above him?
The cameraman is still walking backward but Suzuki is closing in on him fast, Suzuki spits on the ground and continues talking
It's spitting in my face and in the face of everything you and your title stand for, what's even worse is that you give legitimacy for your low life you call your wrestlers to show disrespect to me too, Shibata was the first I heard call my name and I reacted accordingly but he seemed to get the wrong message and think that the fact I attacked him makes him entitled to a match, a match with someone light years above him, lucky for him I need an opponent and someone to make an example of so I will let him have it, Shibata I will meet you at Summerslam for a match and when it's over and you lie half-dead in your hospital bed just remember, you've brought it upon yourself
With the last sentence being said Suzuki kicks the cameraman in the gut which drops him and as he lays there Suzuki gives the camera one last look, a deranged smile, before smashing it with a stomp and with that positive note Revolution continues
It is later in the show and we see AJ Styles walking around talking to himself
AJ Styles: Darn it I was hoping Sonjay would forget. I guess Morrison did lose his mystic touch. Where in the heck is Charly when I need her? She normally always appears and comes and asks me questions. Heck I have a big match tonight with Xavier Woods you would think she would find me by now.
Kayla Braxton: Hello AJ...
AJ Styles: Who are you?
Kayla Braxton: Oh I am sorry I am Kayla Braxton I was sent to interview you.
AJ Styles: Ok shoot what questions you have for me?
Kayla Braxton: Ok as shown on the UWF app you asked Xavier Woods to do you a favor and promote a book you've been reading. Him and the New Day trashed the book what did you think of that?
AJ Styles: Kayla I can't force people to be enlightened all I can do is guide them. You see the New Day are all about positivity but that is a bunch of bolonge. You see they called my book hot- no.... I am not going to stoop to there level and use that word. That word isn't appropriate and the third eye would look down on me for even saying it. See the New Day are hypocrites they are only positive if it helps them. They're not positive if it doesn't help them make money in there bank accounts. So Kayla to answer this question I felt Xavier was very rude and the Third eye and I will teach him a lesson tonight.
Kayla Braxton: Secondly, what did you think of Johnny Morrison walking out on you like that last week?
AJ Styles: True colors showing Kayla. You see Johnny Morrison is letting what ever evil force eat him up on the inside. You gotta be pretty messed up in the head to allow Neville and Oney be a cohesive unit. Johnny right now is going through some struggles. He is blaming every issue he is currently have here in the UWF because of me. He blames me for him losing to the UWF Champion on his return. He blames me for his loss and struggles in the king of the ring. He blames me for everything. He can never look in the mirror like I did Kayla. Kayla I get so many people whether it's here in this building or on twitter tell me that I can drop the charade now. That they think all I am doing is acting. Well if I am acting Kayla give me my academy award because this isn't an act this is a true belief. I looked in the mirror and I wanted to change for my daughter and my wife. I have learned that I am able to have a gift where I can help people just like how Matt helped me. So Kayla I think Johnny Morrison just doesn't know what it is like to be a man and look in the mirror and change.
Kayla Braxton: And one more question AJ Styles you talk about the Third Eye knowing the result. Could you dive deeper in to what those results could be?
AJ Styles: Kayla... I can't. If I tell you or anyone a chain of events will unfold. Though if you're interested in learning about wakening your third eye or more about it come to me next week. I am bringing the ultimate chi guru of the Third Eye. He will be able to help you, and many others maybe understand the third eye more. I can't tell you guys any of the results of the third eye, but I can help you understand it more.
Kayla Braxton: Wow that sounds interesting I'll definitely be there. Thank you for your time AJ.
AJ Styles: Pleasure is all mine.
Kayla leaves as AJ Styles smiles as he seems to have solved a problem with his old friend.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag team 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 their 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 awaits the prey.
Tony Chimel: And introducing 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!
As soon as the bell rings Ciampa and Boar start going at it! bah gawd are they're even the legal ones?! fine let's just say they are, they start by grabbing each other's necks and smashing elbows in his face, then when Ciampa gets the slight advantage and Boar tires out cause he's too damn thicc Boar kicks him in the gut so hard he folds over and then clobbers him over the back with his club-like hands! Ciampa immediately postures up and Boar continues the assault by again kicking him in the gut hard af to then do some kick-ass attack and he chooses a knee strike to the face! it's super effective! Ciampa stumbles back but instead of hitting the ropes like he's used to he falls ringside cause, Grado, that little cunt pulled the ropes down!
Corey Graves: What a brilliant tactic by the World Warriors, you can beat your opponent when he's ringside, but he can't beat you.
And once again Corey is spitting the facts, but that's not the only spit that is being thrown around as Grado and Tessa start to stomp and spit on the downed Psycho Killer! Gargano quickly goes to the aid of his friend and the second he's there Grado and Tessa did what my father did, leave, Gargano helps his buddy up while Boar is relaxing in the corner, laughing at these puny faces for being good, we'll see who laughs last tho as when Ciampa sees that Boar's laughing he gets the anger and immediately gets up and before Boar can do anything he smashes his knee into his face! Boar falls to a seated position but that doesn't stop Ciampa cause why would it, and he starts stomping a hole through Boar! (not a mudhole, boars enjoy mud and the last thing Ciampa wants is for him to enjoy) he stomps him so hard and so much that after a while the ref decides to intervene and pull a very mad Ciampa away but he listens
Mauro Ranallo: You can see how much these two teams hate each other, each feel like they deserve a shot at the tag titles and that the other is preventing them from getting that shot
you thought he gon actually listen? sike! as soon as the ref separates them Ciampa returns to place and picks up Boar and grabs him in a headlock, he then walks over to his corner where Gargano tags himself him and gets on the top rope and as Ciampa's holding Boar hostage with the headlock Gargano jumps off and hits his back with a double stomp! Boar falls to the mat and before leaving Ciampa makes sure to stomp him one last time cause he's mean like that, when he finally leaves Gargano goes to work in his own way, that is going to the top rope and coming off with yet another double stomp only this time he goes for the pin
1...
2..
NO!
Grado comes in and stomps Gargano on the neck to break it up! he then charges and drops Ciampa off of the apron and then finally returns to Gargano who managed to get back to his feet by the healing power of the Wolverine outfit he wore once, Grado charges him and drops him with a shoulder block and before he can use his powers again Grado quickly drops an elbow right on his lungs! Gargano needs a moment to collect his breath but that's all Grado needs as he drags Boar to their corner and tags himself in! he's psyched up and ready for the hot tag action but then realizes he took everyone out before the tag, goddamit being a heel I love hot tags, the ring doesn't stay lifeless for long tho as Gargano is already back to his feet and so Grado stalks him and he makes sure that when Gargano's fully up he's behind him so he could turn him around and hit him with Grado Shuffle! Grado gets a little cocky and thinks this match is like horses, he's got it in the back, and he starts taunting the crowd and Gargano, dismissing him and laughing at the people cheering him he is however cut off by a raging Ciampa charging into the ring to brawl a little more!
Ciampa starts to overwhelm Grado with the punches and everything but he uses his pure HOSSNESS to push Ciampa away and when Ciampa attempts to return he gets the ropes lowered for him again! what a gentlemen Grado is, take note people, with Ciampa again out of the equation Grado continues taunting a little, turning his back to Gargano in the process but later it turns out it was a mistake cause he doesn't see that Gargano got up and is waiting to superkick his teeth back to Glasgow! he falls on top of him and hooks a leg for the pin
1....
tw...
NO? why did the ref stop counting? oh Tessa's on the apron and arguing cause of course she is, at first Gargano doesn't understand what's up cause he's a dumbass but after a moment he realizes something's up, he gets up and goes to take care of the problem by himself with a superkick but just as he lifts the leg Grado crawls beneath him and rolls him up for a pin!
1....
2....
NO!
Gargano quickly gets back to his feet and before Grado can get to his he delivers another superkick but this one just stuns Grado, I'm starting to believe it was the goal tho as Ciampa quickly slides into the ring and stations himself in a corner while Gargano positions himself at the opposite one and they both nail Grado with the Meeting In The Middle!
Ciampa quickly slides out of the ring and Gargano tries to get to Grado to pin him but out of instinct Grado rolls out of the ring, and like a damn Carolean (look it up) Boar slides into the ring behind Gargano, he waits for him to turn around and when he does he charges him with his boot ready for his own version of the Wee Boot but Gargano slides underneath it and when he's behind Boar he hooks his hand and starts taking him down to complete the Garga-No Escape! it takes a few seconds but with Ciampa holding Tessa and Grado out of it Boar taps.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners... DIY!
Corey Graves: WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS THING? CAN THIS REF SEE? GRADO WAS THE LEGAL MAN! THIS SHOULDN'T COUNT AS A WIN!!
Tom Phillips: I for once agree, They should restart the match or something
Mauro Ranallo: The show must go on, but I won't be surprised if we'll see a rematch in the very near future
The dynamic duo celebrates as Boar and Grado return to their senses and the show moves on
The show heads backstage where Sami and Becky are playing PS4. An interviewer suddenly comes out and begins to talk to them.
Interviewer :Uhh Sami, Becky, shouldn't you guys be preparing for the New Day at Summerslam?
Becky Lynch: Yeah that's what we're doing. It's a new technique. We know we can beat them in the ring, it's something we've done before. We know how much they like to play video games though so we decided to dive in and see if there's anything to this.
Sami Zayn: I feel like my reflexes have improved a bit.
Becky Lynch: Not to mention my finger strength and grip. I feel like I can apply the Disarmer a lot better now. Really tighten my grip.
Sami Zayn: Also we're playing UWF 2k13 so we're learning their moves. I know, I know, we didn't want to spend the money on 2k19 because we already spent a lot buying the Playstation but this game is still fun.
Interviewer :The New Day weren't in 2k13 though.
Sami Zayn: Community Creations man. 2k13 is still thriving and they made New Day complete with their moves and an entrance.
Becky Lynch: I may have changed their entrance though to that of YES because seeing Big E try to look all posh and Xavier trying to be scary is a real hoot! Oh watch this!
The camera pans over to show the gameplay. Sami Zayn runs over and delivers a Helluva Kick to Kofi Kingston. Meanwhile a a clearly bad CAW of a man wearing a Black T- Shirt and jeans with long red hair knocks Big E off the apron while Sami makes the pin and wins the match.
Becky Lynch: Yeah they didn't have women in 2k13.
Interviewer :Ok well are you guys doing anything else to prepare?
Becky Lynch: Well we're not off murderin' former wrestlers in terrorist plots if that's what your askin'.
Sami Zayn: Look, the New Day are phenomenal athletes but we all know they barely scrapped by at Heatwave. 5 more seconds and we would have retained the the UWF Tag Team Championships. As far as what we need to do to be successful, we just gotta be us. It's gotten us this far and you can bet by next Revolution, you'll be seeing with a lot more weight around our waists. Now if you'll excuse us, we got some more strategizing to do.
Becky and Sami continue to play games as the show moves on.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
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 theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi.
He dances down to the ring while playing the three core words:
"NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS NEW DAY ROCKS!"
He makes it into the ring, while the rest of the New Day dance to the back. He gets loudly cheered by the crowd, and hops up to the second turnbuckle as he continues to play to the crowd. He jumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.
Free your mind! Open your Eye
Fans in the arena give a mixed reaction and out comes AJ Styles with his hood over his head.
Styles is walking with the hood not removing it and he is walking sometimes touching his forehead and showing off his third eye. Styles ignores all fans making any noises seeming concentrated on the task at hand. Styles finally makes it into the ring removing his hood and looks at the audience. Styles stands there and he awaits for his opponents.
Tony Chimel: Now in the ring, from Gainesville, Georgia. The Phenomenal A...J....Styles
DING! DING!
As the bell rings Woods steps forward into the ring and then Styles moves forward too, as they get close enough to gain a lockup in the middle of the ring. Styles pushes using his legs for leverage and then makes Woods crash back first into the corner. Styles then starts to rub his forearm into Woods’ face but the referee tells him to break, and he stops doing so and Woods glares out of the corner at Styles backing off.
Tom Phillips: Some rough play to start out this matchup, it may show how Styles is planning to go on the offense in the stages of this matchup.
Styles spreads his arms and then acts like he’s not done anything wrong to Woods, as Woods pushes his way out of the corner with a confused look upon his face. Woods then stands as still as a tree with the confused expression still racked up on his face, and Styles raises his hand up and goes to start a Graeco-Roman Knuckle Lock and Woods slowly drifts into moving regularly, and raises his hand up and joins up the one with Styles’ high hand.
Woods then slowly eases his other hand up into the air and locks it up with Styles’ hand to finish up the hold, and both men lunge into the hold and try and gain more leverage than the other man to try and prove their dominance. Styles steps up with a foot to try and push in on the hold, but Woods steps back to gain a stable base over Styles.
Corey Graves: That’s Johnny Morrison’s music?! Is he here?
Styles immediately turns his attention to the ramp and if Morrison is coming out, but this shift of focus gains Woods some extra leverage into the hold, making Styles come down to a knee. Suddenly, Morrison walks out from the back and begins to walk down the ramp. Styles turns his attention more to it and tries to yell something, but is cut off from the pain of Woods leaning fully into the hold.
Mauro Ranallo: I wonder what Morrison is doing out here guys? What could this be for? The obvious answer would be Styles, but what could he do?
Styles lays flat out to remove some of the pressure that is being put on him, and the referee quickly goes to slap his hand down onto the mat for a pinfall attempt, but before he can do so Styles pushes one shoulder up by leaning up on it. The grip stays in, and Styles shoves his feet into the hips of Woods and then monkey flips him over head to the mat. Morrison however is now sitting on the announce table with his eyes shut, and his legs crossed, assumably meditating.
Corey Graves: Hey Johnny! Get off! I can hardly see!
Tom Phillips: It looks like you’re going to have to go and look around him Corey, because he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
The grip of the knuckle lock is still in, and Styles kicks his legs into the air and rolls back into Woods, and in turn breaks the hold, and placing Styles in top mount. Styles then suddenly grabs the forearm of Woods and then kicks his legs around and locks in an armbar on him. Woods starts to slam his legs down to the mat to try and struggle around and then try and get to the ropes.
Woods is quite far from the ropes, so uses his legs to push up from the ground. Styles then suddenly gets stacked up by Woods who is bringing up the pressure, but Styles kicks back and lays Woods into an armbar and Woods continues to hobble over to the ropes. Woods then eventually gets up to the ropes and then places his foot on the bottom rope.
Mauro Ranallo: That could’ve been the end of this one, if Woods didn’t get to the ropes quick enough.
AJ unusually releases the hold instantly and gets back up to his feet, and leans over the ropes to look at Morrison on the outside meditating. He then shouts a brief amount of abuse over to him, trying to break his silent meditation. He continues to shout over there, and continues to lean over as Woods tries to recover from the armbar from Styles.
Tom Phillips: Is Morrison going to react to this? I don’t know what’s going through his mind doing this meditation out here during the matchup.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m not necessarily an expert or anything, so I wouldn’t know exactly. But it could potentially be some scouting out for their Summerslam match?
Corey Graves: What, with his eyes closed? Come on Mauro, to scout someone out you’ve at least got to have your eyes open.
Woods uses the ropes to get himself up to his feet, and then throws down his arm to try and recover from that quick hold from Styles. He then walks over to Styles, and then pulls him by his shoulder to turn him around, and with the momentum of Styles turning, Woods lays in a boot to the midsection of Styles, and starts up a rhythmic “New Day Rocks” chant with his claps and stomps.
Woods then pushes up on the chest of Styles and then makes him lean against the ropes, and then grabs a hold of the arm of him. He then whips him over to the other side of the ring, and on the rebound Styles tries to hit a jumping forearm, but Woods slides underneath of it, and then hits the ropes to clash his running pattern. On the way back Woods jumps up and hits a dropkick, sending Styles crashing down onto the middle and bottom ropes.
Mauro Ranallo: Who’d have thought that Xavier Woods would be able to outthink AJ Styles here in this matchup?
Styles then scrambles turning around to try and gain some grip on the ropes, and gains a staggered amount of footing. Woods then walks over to the ropes and climbs through and eyes up Styles in the ring, and ducks through. He then waits for Styles to get in range of him, and leaps through the ropes and lands a huge Springboard Tornado DDT on Styles and lays him out. Woods then goes over for the fall on him.
One…
Two…
Styles kicks out at two from the powerful maneuver from Woods. Woods instantly gets up to his knees and eyes up the top rope and points upwards to there. He then gets up on his feet, and climbs through the ropes, and scales up to the top rope. He then postures up and eyes up Styles on the canvas, and tightrope walks across the top and dives off and hits the Limit Break! He hooks both legs this time as the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Xavier Woods!
As the bell rings Morrison awakens from his meditation session on the announce table. As Xavier gets his hands raised by the referee Morrison stares down into the ring with high eyebrows looking at Styles laying flat out on his back. Woods makes an exit, continuing to celebrate on the ramp, and Styles turns over, and Morrison laughs directly at him!
Tom Phillips: Ouch, gotta hurt that.
Styles then slams his fist down onto the mat, and pushes himself up to his feet. He then looks out to the outside, as Morrison is maintaining eye contact with him, laughing hysterically at him losing to Woods. Styles then walks closer to the ropes, and clutches in on his chest slightly. He then peers over the ropes at this man insulting him.
Mauro Ranallo: Morrison laughing at Styles has got to really infuriate Styles, there’s no way he’s completely fine with that.
Suddenly Styles jumps up on the ropes, and then leaps out to Morrison on the outside with a Phenomenal Forearm completely laying him out! Styles continues to stay on Morrison and lays in some forearms, but several referees come over and try and get him off him. Several referees pull Styles off, but Morrison gets back up to his feet and goes to jump for Styles, but a referee pushes him back stopping him attacking Styles. UWF heads elsewhere as they stare off.
The feed transitions to EC3 who is standing by.
EC3: I hope you've all enjoyed tonight's show. You've seen more matches announced for Summerslam such as a rematch between the New Kingdom and the Samoan Strike Force, Minoru Suzuki vs Katsuyori Shibata and Chris Brookes defending the Television Championship against Umaga. There is one more match to be added however. You see, I'm not too thrilled personally with the main event of Summerslam. Those two men are quite frankly not what i'm looking for in a champion on Revolution. It's a real Alien vs Predator situation in that whoever wins, I lose. That's why at the next PPV, I'm going to make it harder for either man to walk out as UWF Champion. That's why the title will be defended in the Elimination Chamber.
As far as who the other 5 men will be? That's up to my discretion. ! spot however will be determined in an 8 man brawl. The first person to secure a pinfall will be the first person announced in the Elimination Chamber. Those participants are none other than former International Champion Roman Reigns. Hardcore legend in the making, Jimmy Havoc. The Stone Cold Bitch, Tessa Blanchard. The Devious One, Ultramantis Black. The former Primetime Champion, Drew McIntyre. The British Luchador, El Ligero. The captain of the New Day, Xavier Woods and the Sicilian Psychopath, Tomasso Ciampa. Which of these men will stake their claim top the UWF Championship?
EC3 smirks at the camera as it fades out.
Samoa Joe:
The Devil is in the Details, such a simple yet common idiom. And yet it derives from the earlier phrase God is in the Detail, how like us as human beings to turn things around. To take a phrase and change it entirely but make it remain meaning the same thing, it used to be about Detail being important so always pay attention to it and now we make it so that we are weary of those details. Flipping it on it's head because that's what we as a society do, take the good and flip it, bend it, change it until we see fit. For years, not days or weeks or what have you that most of the people around here like to complain about...Literal years, I've suffered from this societal need to bend the way things are for what is more aesthetically pleasing. Management never liked my look, the viewing audience didn't like that I didn't come from The samoan family they know. So I've been cheated, fired, and ignored for my entire career. I've fixed those issues by living in the details.
Joe licks his lips before continuing on.
So that when my contract was offered to me I did the legal limbo, added details, addendums, and clauses that allowed me to job security. It allowed me to bring over Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa from New Japan and have jobs in this company for the first time, and it's allowed me leeway to do whatever I deem necessary to those who transgress upon me. See, EC3 may respect what I've accomplished now and might prefer me over the fakes who claim the main event spot because of that, but in reality he has no other option but to accept the Reality I've built around him. I'm not going anywhere, My contract is iron clad, and I will continue to destroy his roster unless I'm made content. And the reason that reality exist, is because of the Details I paid attention to. That's the problem with people in this company nowadays, even the experienced ones lack the ability to pay attention to the details. But I...I take advantage of them every single time, and that is what makes me more dangerous than anyone else. The slight wince when weight is put on a leg, the slight hesitation someone has when rearing back with their arm, its these details that I strike upon. I use it to defeat countless foes and yet it is such a foreign concept to these lesser competitors that they can't seem to figure out how I keep coming out on top.
Joe flicks the side of his nose and smirks.
Chris Jericho wants to challenge me, he wants me across the ring from him once again at Summerslam because to him...There should be no reason at all for me to have beat him last time, and yet I did. Just like Vinny thought there was no reason he couldn't beat me again and he failed, or why people on the injured reserved list thought there should be no way Samoa Joe would come out on top over them. Chris Jericho thinks he is a level above me, and yet time and time again I've proven him wrong. The roster today, they like to talk about the ups and downs of this company and yet they keep my name out of their mouths unless it's praise following it and that is simply because they know if they say Joes name...my eyes will turn to them because I've stated it many times before I pay attention to everything going on around here...and they are damn scared of what would happen if my eyes lingered on them a little too long. People are walking around this place on eggshells when it comes to me, but I know damn well that all of them hate it.
Joe chuckles to himself.
Ask anyone behind closed doors away from prying eyes and they'll tell you I deserve to get fired, that I don't belong here, that something should be done about all the things I've been doing over the past couple of weeks. But it's those same people who fail to do anything about it, now Chris Jericho I respect that he's being a man about it and stepping up to me face to face. But that doesn't speak to his courage as much as it speaks to his ego, and it is that ego that will crush him in the end. Around this business, it's about the Devil that you know and the devil that you do not know. And that is why no one truly knows me around here because I live in the details they ignore or think aren't important, and it is because of that...that I keep destroying anything in front of me. Chris wants to start a war with me, just because he was collateral damage at Heatwave. He's putting on this grand flag on his back ready to fight me because of something that happened to a friend of his before...thing is Chris like always...You're failing to notice one very important detail. Two giants took out your friend, but I single-handedly destroyed you and the so-called King. I took out the same 'bully' that gave you that hang up, and I beat the Champion everyone looks up to. I am not a bully, I am far far worse. I am the Kingpin over the dominion of UWF. Kings of the Ring, Horror Kings, Kings of the World have all laid at my feet in a matter of days...And everything you said... It all happened as I was in the ring, but it didn't mean I wasn't paying attention to everything you and Carter talked about. You want to put on a big time match, you want to get all your revenge on me, you want to stop Samoa Joe...But just like every...single...time before, you will falter because of the details. You chose to challenge me Chris, you chose to bring hell to your doorstep...you spoke my name and now you will learn a VERY important reality Chris, one you have brought upon yourself...Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
The lights go out in the arena as the former music of The Miz drowns out any other noise, signalling the arrival of the aforementioned former Intercontinental Champion's best friend Chris Jericho. The lyrical portion of the song begins playing, as a countdown appears on the titantron.
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don’t give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
10
Nothing can break
9
Nothing can break me down
8
Don’t need no advice
7
I got a plan
6
I know the direction
5
The lay of the land
4
I know the score like
3
The back of my hand
2
Them other boys
1
I don’t give a damn
The titantron goes out once more, leaving the arena in darkness, save for a small source of light at the top of the stage, shaped like a jacket.
I’m the man, come round
No-no-nothing can break, no-nothing can break me down
I’m the man, come round and
No-no-nothing can break
You can’t break me down
The song continues as "The Man" Chris Jericho struts down the ramp. The former and future UWF Champion oozes confidence, as he is, in his words, fighting for his friend.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Y2J enters the ring with all the swagger of an American named Jack, and all the charisma of a Canadian Captain. The Lionheart is hyped for the match ahead, ready to take on all comers like the Alpha he is.
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.
An English band echoed throughout the arena, that band being none other than IDLES, with their song 'Well Done'. Chris would exit the back and continue down the ramp as he always has before slowly approaching the ring.
Tony Chimel: 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
Jericho and Brookes walk forward, both getting right into a collar-and-elbow tieup, but that is soon broken when Brookes manages to slip a thumb to the eye as Jericho attempts a side headlock, forcing the hold to be broken. The referee doesn’t see any foul play with it, and as such does not reprimand Brookes for anything as he whips Chris off the ropes and connects with a dropkick. He then picks Chris up from there and tries to lift him for an early tombstone piledriver, but Jericho slips out the back and as Brookes turns around he gets caught with a dropkick to the face. Crashing down to the mat, he pops back to his feet, only to be met with a flying forearm which is followed by a kip-up from Jericho, imitating another legend in the ring in the process.
Tom Phillips: ”Despite the poor start for him, Jericho has been doing great so far.”
Corey Graves: ”He got the match he wanted last week, why wouldn't he be feeling great.”
As Brookes stands up, Jericho grabs hold and whips him off the ropes, looking for a clothesline. It gets ducked however, and instead he is caught off of the rebound with a back elbow that connects flush on the jaw. Brookes see that he doesn’t go down, and attempts to combo the elbow with a running clothesline of his own, but it is ducked by Y2J who rushes into the TV champ as he hits the ropes and connects with a forearm, stunning him. He walks out from the ropes, but this gives Jericho the opportunity to bounce off and bring his fellow Chris to the mat with a face crusher, before rolling him over for a cover.
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
..NO!
Not seeming too flustered, he brings Brookes up and drags him over to the corner, throwing him against the buckle and unleashing a round of knife edge chops to the chest of the champion. To finish it off, he backs up and connects with a running clothesline, seeing Brookes stagger out of the corner. He attempts once more for the face crusher portion of one of his traditional combos, but it is countered as he gets thrown off by Chris, before then being picked up into a suplex hold. After one attempt being blocked, Jericho attempts for one of his own but it is floated over by Brookes, who connects with a club to the back before hooking the arm again for the suplex. Lifting him up, he drops him onto the ropes before making short work with connecting a whiplash! He drags Jericho away from the ropes and goes for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: ”That could be it! What a great neckbreaker from Brookes!”
Tom Phillips: ”I doubt it’ll only take that much to put Jericho away-”
Corey Graves: ”The hell do you know, Tom?!”
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
...NO!
Tom Phillips: ”Like I was saying, Jericho is too resilient to go down off of just that.”
Corey Graves: ”.....Shut up, Tom.”
Brookes stands up, looking out of the ring to see his Television Championship laying by the timekeeper’s area, and then signals for the match to be coming to a close! Picking Chris up, he places him in the corner, then slowly backs up, almost as if lining up the shot. Once he reaches the other corner, he comes charging right at Jericho looking for a Yakuza Kick, but it is dodged as Y2J goes low, diving through and grabbing hold of Brookes’ leg for a schoolboy pin!
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
....NO!
Brookes kicks out, but Jericho keeps hold and swiftly stands up before turning Brookes over for the Walls of Jericho! For a few seconds it looks as though Brookes struggles, and he begins to make his way to the ropes only for Jericho to step back, applying his knee directly onto the top of Brookes’ head!
Mauro Ranallo: ”MAMMA MIA, JERICHO WITH THAT BRILLIANT COUNTER JUST THEN AND NOW WITH THE LIONTAMER LOCKED IN!”
Corey Graves: ”Come on Brookes! You can still make it to the ropes!”
Almost as if hearing Corey’s words, he slowly begins dragging himself to the ropes, but it is for naught as Jericho picks up on this, walking both him and Brookes away from the ropes. The slight release of pressure however allows Brookes enough room to turn just enough to kick Jericho off of him. He tries top get back to his feet right away but his back is in agony and he's truggling to stand straight, let alone move. Jericho capitolizes but running up to him and hitting the Codebreaker! He goes for the pin!
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
....THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CHRIS JERICHO!”
Jericho gets his arm raised and he's clearly happy after getting the match he wanted and making the Television Champion tap out. He's feeling high but just as quickly he goes down when Samoa Joe comes rushing out from the crowd and assaults Chris, attacking him from behind before taking The Man in his arms and then slamming him down to the mat with a uranage.
Tom Phillips: ”What the hell?!”
Mauro Ranallo: ”Joe doesn't care about the rules set in place that they weren't supposed to touch each other.”
Corey Graves: ”Actually if you had paid attention, EC3 said Jericho can't touch Joe, he never said anything about Joe putting his hands on Chris!”
Joe picks Chris up, who can’t even fight back if he wanted to, and locks in the Coquina Clutch, Jericho fading fast as the choke continues to devastate him.
Tom Phillips: ”And he has to do that every week?! Get security out here, at least try to STOP him!”
Corey Graves: ”No, this is Jericho’s fault, he agreed to Carter’s terms and now he has to pay the price! Joe can do absolutely anything he wants to Jericho, and he is taking full advantage of it!”
Mauro Ranallo: ”But once Summerslam rolls around, there will be hell to pay for Samoa Joe!”
Corey Graves: ”IF, Mauro, IF Jericho makes it to Summerslam!”
Joe finally releases the hold, having felt Jericho go practically limp in his arms, and stands tall as he looks down on his opponent for Summerslam.
Darby Allin: So it’s round two at Summerslam, is it? Well that’s fine by us because this time not only are we getting the satisfaction of getting our hands on you, we get to do it to more violent extremes. It’s tables, ladders, and chairs being thrown into the mix and in an environment like that, you’re getting an even more dangerous version of Darby Allin to contend with. I’ll Coffin Drop from the top of a ladder through a table with a chair at my back without a second of hesitation and I’ll enjoy it because I love the long drop and I especially get a rush from the sudden impact.
Sinn Bodhi: Every time you try to eat at the New Kingdom’s Roundtable, you’re going to leave worse for the wear win or lose. Estrada Enterprises risks losing two of its biggest investments, Armando just has to consider if it’s a risk worth taking. Because us with weapons is like Vinny with weapons, anarchy defined. Welcome back to the Freakshow, boys!
The scene opens up with EC3 standing in the ring with a table and two chairs, the contract for the Summerslam main event lying on the table, waiting to be signed.
EC3: Here we are, Summerslam is right around the corner and the main event has been set. I'll be honest, I don't care for either individual as evident by my announcement earlier that the next ppv will feature an Elimination Chamber for the UWF Championship but that's for another time. Right now it's time to settle who is the rightful King? These two men had a very similar path. Both recording breaking Television Champions. Both going on long winning streaks. Both winning the title of King of the Ring and now both completing to be the UWF Champion at the end of Summerslam. This is a big money match and you can be damn sure I know it. So without further adeui, the winner of the 2019 King of the Ring, Aleister Black!
The arena lights cut to black, and the crowd begins reacting, confused as to who's coming out. The mixed reaction is quickly replaced with booes when a white outline of a crown begins being burned into the titantron, followed by the words, "Aleister Black."
Aleister Black's music hits the PA system, and it isn't long before the New King makes his way from the curtain, wearing a jacket with all of his victims' names patched onto it. He holds a black crown in his right hand, and is content with staring down at it as the camera sweeps around him.
After a few seconds of this, he looks up from his trance, dead ahead at the ring and the contract signing that lies ahead of him. Aleister begins walking down the ramp, heading straight down to the ring. Hastily, he makes his way up the stairs and into said ring. He makes his way past the signing table, and stops to stare straight at EC3, saying "Watch. It. Fall."
After a few moments of staring off in silence, Black sets the crown on the table and rolls the chair back, sitting in it. And he sits there, waiting, leaning back in his chair with a mic in his hand, waiting for Vinny to arrive.
EC3: And his opponent, the 2018 King of the Ring and the UWF Champion, Vinny Marseglia!
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. 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.
EC3: Now I'm sure everyone wants to see this match so the quicker we get this done, the better. Aleister if you will.
Aleister looks down at the contract, and hesitates for a moment, holding the pen in his hand.
Aleister: Normally, I'd say finally. I'd say that I finally have the opportunity to set fire to your miserable kingdom, Vinny. And yet, that's lying to myself. That's lying to myself, because truth is, Vinny, I've known this was coming for a long time. I've been counting down the days ever since Wrestlemania ended, and I had to bear witness to the inferior man I had been compared to so much hold that title up with his spaced-out, stupid look on his face. And you knew what I was counting down to? I was counting down to Summerslam... 2019. Ever since I lost my title, I KNEW that this was the path I had to take. Joe? Morrison? They were all mere road blocks on my path straight to you. Even Jericho, the only man even close to deserving my respect, fell. They all fell... to fate, Vinny. This was all supposed to happen, and I was the one ordained by fate to ASCEND.
A sneer is present on his face as he leans back in his chair.
Aleister: It seems like you enjoy dedicating your time to trying to intimidate me. But the only thing you're doing is making a fool out of yourself. The cigars, the axe, the two lackeys hanging on to your coattails for relevancy, they're all... amusing. But there's only so much intimidating you can do when you're predestined to win the title. When you know you're going to win, nothing can stop you.
And I know you'll sit there. You'll sit there in your seat and you'll say that you know for a fact that you're going to win with fake confidence written across your face. But do you really, Vinny? Do you have what it takes... to beat me? What will you do, Vinny? What will happen once your insurance policies fail? Once your henchmen fall and your axe breaks and the lights just won't turn off for you? What will come of... the Horror King?
He snaps his fingers, laughing a bit.
Aleister: Just like that, the final bastion of your kingdom will come crumbling down. I surpassed your television title reign, and I broke that wall down. I rightfully took the title of king, and I broke that one down too. All that's left is what you have now. What lies in front of me. And the person I see is a pathetic shadow of what I am. Not talented to pin a man without foreign objects. Not a good enough wrestler to SURVIVE in this business without life support.
I'm tired of looking at you. I'm tired of being in a company where the face all over the posters and merch is Vinny Marseglia. I'm tired of being compared to you, and I'm tired of being in a position where I'm supposed to look up to you. So I'll make sure to wipe you from the face of this earth. There won't be a whisper of you, no remains of your existence. Only the man standing tall above you. Aleister... Black.
He leans forward and quickly signs on the dotted line.
Aleister: And with that, your fate is sealed.
He continues assuming the same position, leaning forward and looking dead into the eyes of Vinny Marseglia.
Vinny Marseglia: Is that so? Because I’ve had many, many foes tell me the exact same thing and guess what? Fate smiled on me. Fate smiled on me because I am an entity that no one has been able to fully conquer, be it for a championship or otherwise. Because even in defeat, I keep coming back and I keep going. But in your fantasy, you’re the one to punch holes in my throne and toss it into the fire. In your mind, you’re the one that’s going to overthrow me and reign as the incumbent King and UWF Champion. Well you’re wrong.
Whatever premonitions or aspirations of ascending you have are actually delusions because this is as far as you ascend before being forced to descend once you suffer this inevitable loss. For I have tired of hearing you speak about what you think is owed to you and what you’re planning to do if things don’t start going your way but more importantly, I’m tired of hearing my name come out of your mouth. But all of this is temporary and soon will come the next insect that thinks they’re owed the championship, recycling the same insults and observations as you, and onward I will conquer one right after the other.
Here’s to your demise, Allie.
Vinny signs the contract.
EC3: Well there it is, your Summerslam main event is official. Now if you two just want to leave this way.
EC3 steps aside and tells them to come on but both men just stand there, staring at each other. Vinny suddenly reaches under the table and pulls out his axe! EC3 gets the hell out of dodge while Vinny raises his axe up high. Aleister Black however manages to spin around and Black Mass the axe right out of Vinny's hands! It goes flying out of the ring while Vinny looks a bit shocked. The shocked expression soon turns to a smile as Vinny walks towards Black. The two go head to head, mumbling threats to one another.
Black throws the first punch but Vinny fires back with one of his own. The crowd is cheering heavily for this brawl between two of the top competitors in Revolution history. Neither man is backing down until Aleister throws a headbutt to knock Vinny off his equilibrium. Black gives him a second one, followed by a third to bring the champion down to his knees. Vinny reaches up to Aletier's face, putting his hand on him but not able to really fight back. Black looks down on him in disdain but that quickly changes when Vinny grabs Aleister's lip ring and rips it right off his face! Aleister immediately grabs his face, some blood pouring from his lip but Vinny grabs him by the waist and hits a saito suplex through the table! Vinny takes the UWF Championship and raises it high over Black, the show fading out.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Summerslam
Television Championship
Chris Brookes(c) vs Umaga
TLC
New Kingdom vs Samoan Strike Force
Minoru Suzuki vs Katsuyori Shibata
Ultramantis Black vs Tessa Blanchard vs Jimmy Havoc vs Xavier Woods vs Roman Reigns vs Tomasso Ciampa vs El Ligero vs Drew McIntyre
Credits
DIY vs World Warriors - Bodor
Umaga vs McIntyre - Dresden
SSF vs New Kingdom - Crann
Woods vs Styles- George
Dar vs Neville - Gone
Brookes vs Jericho - mrleedles
Reigns vs Havoc, Ultramantis vs Ligero - Danny
