Post by Danny on Sept 21, 2019 7:00:53 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, 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. It’s the aftermath of Summerslam and what a show we have on deck.
Tom Phillips: In tag team competition, former UWF Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch take on the World Warriors and Jimmy Havoc teams with El Ligero to take on The Usos.
Mauro Ranallo: In singles competition, AJ Styles locks up with Ultramantis Black and Noam Dar competes against Xavier Woods.
Corey Graves: In a match for the contendership to the UWF Tag Team Championship The New Kingdom, DIY, and the G.O.D. go to war.
Tom Phillips: And in the main event, a Battle Royal to fill the last spot in the Elimination Chamber match for the UWF Championship at Genesis.
Nash: Hey kids, miss me? Don’t you worry, Daddy’s home. I could stand here and verbally eviscerate everybody that’s signed up for the Battle Royale and the Chamber...But that’s what everyone else is going to do. What I’m going to do is simply give each of you a solid, bonafide, and proven statement...that statement is that I am going to win this Battle Royale then I’m going to go on to win the Chamber match and finally have that World Title around my waist.
I’m no stranger to gold, and I’m definitely no stranger to gold in the UWF. I’ve had a lot of time at home to sit and think about things on my road to recovery….I’ve probably come up with a million reasons why I should be the World Champion. But there’s two reasons that just keep coming up more than the others….
Nash looks down and holds up his fists.
Nash: And it’s these two, right here. You put me in a cage with 5 other men, and I guarandamntee you nobody is going to throw hands quite like I can. You put me in a Battle Royale, and I guarantee nobody is going to toss more people out than I can. I’ve got the height advantage, I’ve got the strength advantage, and I’ve got more experience than any three members of this roster combined. Morrison once said that I was one of the greatest minds in the business...he’s right. I may not be the quickest or the most technically sound, but I guarantee I’ve thought of at least 6 different ways of how I’m going to beat every man that stands in my way.
Yeah, I’m making some bold claims...but I can back every one of them up, no problem. Everybody loves a redemption story, and mine was cut short at the hands of Samoa Joe and his goons. That’s cool. You wanna play it like that, Joe? I’ve played that game a lot longer and a lot better than you ever will. You wanna get your boys involved and make this gang warfare?
Nash holds up the Wolfpac symbol.
Nash: All I gotta do is make a little phone call...but you knew that already, didn’t you? I’ve got beef with everybody that’s already in the match, but you more than anyone else. I’ll save those comments for after I win this elimination match. I don’t need a bunch of lackeys, I don’t need Scott to do my dirty work for me...there’s only one thing that I need, and that’s the support of these people. You could say I got a little drunk on the power I felt when I knew these people had my back after all that I’ve done.
Big Daddy Cool is back and it’s time to see just how great the UWF can run on Diesel.
Ultramantis Black mutters a few words to himself as he paces back and forth before stopping and staring at the camera.
Ultramantis Black: I have to say I have a deep appreciation for the chamber. It’s very concept weeds out the unworthy from the ones who understand. The elimination chamber is a slaughterhouse with the light promise of glory at the end of the tunnel, this would be enough for most, but not I for there’s a few sweet promises waiting for me inside the Chamber. A few unfinished chapters if you will. And they go by the Names of Aleister Black and Xavier Woods. Two men who will claim to have beaten and moved on past me. But as you all know this cannot be further from the truth, and like death itself I am inevitable.
He lets out a sick sadistic laugh, and a twisted grin appears under his mask.
Ultramantis Black: These fools fight for such material matters, just a simple championship. That can only get you so far, it’s a thirst for something more that pushes a being to superhuman status. For this isn’t a mere battle royal, or a qualifier or what have you. This is an act to set the roster on notice that there is something to fear. That for so long the monster they feared was written off as a chained and confused creature. When it was truly just watching from the shadows letting them sink into comfort letting them laugh themselves into a stupor. For they are convinced that I am fangless and lost without my associate when that is far from the case. After all, this is the Last Chance battle royal is it not? It is the first truth the UWF has told in quite a while. It is the last chance for the roster to assure their survival.
He let out a dry laugh.
Ultramantis Black: I don’t find it likely. Two of the most devious minds in the UWF have come together for a common cause and you have simply given us the means to achieve this cause. So play and laugh in the sunlight while you can UWF faithful, for the sun will soon set on you, and an age of shadow will begin come elimination chamber. And you will only watch in horror as it begins with this battle royal.
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
Tony Chimel: “Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!”
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner and await the prey.
The fans pop once the music hits and the former UWF Tag Team Champions come, dancing and full of energy as always and the fans eat it up.
After a quick little dance session, they walk down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans before walking into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the match starts with Grado and Sami. They come in close as they circle the ring waiting for the other to strike. Grado comes in first with a Headlock. He wrenches as Sami tries to slip out. He does, and he gets Grado into a Waistlock. Grado puts his hands over Sami trying to loosen the hold, Sami prevents it through by wisely lifting and slamming him down on his belly with a Waistlock takedown. Sami spins himself over Grado to reach his head to lock him in a belly-to-belly Headlock. Grado gets on all fours as Sami synches in the hold tight, he's just trying his best to wear out the big guy. As Grado gets to a knee, Sami sees that Grado will get out of this hold soon, so he stands him up, wraps Grado's arm over his head and lifts him for a Snap Suplex and he maneuvers by rolling into a quick cover.
ONE…
KICKOUT OUT AT ONE!
Mauro Ranallo: Sami going for the early cover here, what was the play there?
Corey Graves: It's wrestling 101, Mauro: going for the cover makes your opponent use up energy. You've been in the wrestling biz for how long, and you're barely learning this?
Sami quickly gets Grado and himself to their feet as he tackles Grado into Bami's corner. Becky tags herself in as Sami keeps Grado pinned into the corner. She backs up for a running maneuver, but backed a little to close to World Warriors' corner as Boar grabs her around the throat in a Sleeper Hold type move. This opens up an opportunity for Grado as he pushes Sami off him. Sami rolls onto his feet but gets taken down quickly by a shoulder charge from Grado! Sami hits with a thud as he rolls out the ring. Meanwhile, the referee has been yelling at Boar to let go of Becky, but he doesn't have to, because Becky puts her arms over the head of Boar and hits a Stunner of Boar. Boar flings off into the ringside area. Where Tessa quickly goes to check on him.
Corey Graves: World Warriors, specifically Boar, has me impressed. Which is unlike me to say, but he had the smart play by helping Grado get back in it.
Becky gets to her feet and Grado comes for a lariat but Becky ducks it and runs the ropes and tries to go for a Flying Forearm on Grado but he catches her in a belly-to-belly. He launches her over his head as she holds her back and goes into the corner of the World Warriors; she hangs herself on the bottom rope near the turnbuckle to shake the cobwebs off. Tessa gives Grado a quick glance implying to do some shady tactics. Grado gets the ref's attention letting Tessa gets a quick slap over on Becky. Becky tries to retaliate with a swing of her own but Tessa backed away with a smirk on her face.
Tom Phillips: What a cheapshot, come on!
Corey Graves: If the referee didn't see it, then it didn't actually happen.
Tom Phillips: The cameras caught it, the people in the audience caught it, we caught it!
Corey Graves: OK, is there a language barrier going on, Phillips? Like I said: "If the REFEREE didn't SEE IT, then it DIDN'T HAAAAAPPEN.
Boar is now up again and on the apron as Grado pushes past the referee. Becky has inadvertently set herself up on the bottom turnbuckle primed and ready for an attack; Grado comes running for the Roll and Slice! Becky crawls out of the corner as she falls onto her stomach. Grado makes the tag to Boar; Becky is trying to crawl over to Sami who has recovered a bit ago. Boar ain't having it through as he rushes past Becky and launches Sami off the apron with a Running Forearm. Boar revels in his quick thinking—but for a bit too long as Becky rolls him up with a Schoolboy!
ONE…
TW—
KICKOUT AT TWO!
Both of them quickly get to their feet; Boar comes running in for a swing, but Becky catches him with an arm drag; both back to their feet once again, and deja vu! Because Boar goes for the same move to the same outcome. Third times the charm, Boar thinks (maybe), but Becky catches him in the Becksploder! Becky is fired up and sees Sami climb back on the Apron as Boar flies with enough momentum towards Grado where he makes the tag. As Becky goes to tag him in, Sami quickly yells for her to watch out as Grado is coming in for a blindsiding Wee Boot! Becky quickly turns and nearly avoids it.
Mauro Ranallo: Nice call-out by Sami there! He saved Becky in the nick of time!
Grado gets his leg hung up on the Turnbuckle as if he missed a Helluva kick. Becky tags in Sami; Sami climbs onto the second turnbuckle and goes for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Grado lands on the ground hard as Becky comes running off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop right across the throat of Grado. Becky rolls out onto the apron as the referee makes the cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THR—
BOAR BREAKS IT UP AT TWO AND A HALF WITH A SLIDING ELBOW!
Tessa wipes her brow as she knew that could've very well been it. She yells at her boys to get back into this as she pounds on the mat; Boar gets Sami up and tosses him into the middle turnbuckle on the World Warriors' side. Becky tries to get in there to stop it, but the referee is trying to prevent anymore chaos and tries to stop her. With the referee preoccupied, Tessa takes the chance to rakes the eyes of Sami with her nails!
Mauro Ranallo: AH, COME ON! The vileness of Tessa! It makes me sick!
Corey Graves: Tessa is doing what all good managers should do: help your team win by any means necessary.
Sami gets untangled from the turnbuckle and falls into the middle of the ring holding his eyes where you can see the scratches from Tessa. Boar gets Grado up and signals for the end. Becky is riled up and still trying to get in the ring but Boar knocks her down the apron with Shoulder Tackle through the middle turnbuckle. She falls on the ringside floor; Grado and Boar go to the opposite corners of one another as Sami is still trying to help himself get this blurry vision to become clear! Tessa calls for the end—Sami gets to his feet and Grado and Boar go for the Law of the Jungle!
Mauro Ranallo: Not like this!
Corey Graves: As much as I don't like the World Warriors, credit has to be given here—they have been on the offense with very smart plays throughout this match, trying their best to keep their opponents isolated.
BUT NO! Sami through the foggy vision saw the glimpse of the Wee Boot incoming. Sami falls onto his stomach as he knows what's coming. Instead Boar hits Grado with the Gore to his leg, taking the Brit down off his feet. Becky has recovered and is on the apron begging for Sami to tag. Boar rolled out onto the apron as he gets to his feet begging yelling for Grado to get the tag. Tessa and going loco on the outside as she screams for Grado to get up. The crowd are on their feet! Grado and Sami crawl to their partners; Sami leaps and makes the tag as Grado is still crawling. Becky rushes into the ring hungry to get back in the action!
Tom Phillips: Here comes, Becky!
Becky hits a Double Axehandle onto Grado preventing him from making the tag. She then knocks Boar off the apron with a dropkick to get some vengeance for the other cheapshots. She then goes to Grado and begins stomping his right arm before locking in the Dis-arm-her! Grado is looking like he's about to tap but before he can, Tessa grabs the back of Becky's knee to extend it out and pulls her out the ring. She tries to go for a clothesline but Becky counters it into a Becksploder into the steel steps near the commentary table.
Mauro Ranallo: Becky getting rid of the nuisance in this match known as Tessa! It may finally be a fair fight!
Corey Graves: Where's your morals, Mauro? Tessa can very well be injured! This isn't right!
Tom Phillips: Tessa would not be laid out, right now, if she didn't interfere.
Corey Graves: She was ensuring her clients came out on top, Becky took things way too far! You know a man is never supposed to attack a woman.
Becky gets back in the ring from the side of the apron furthest from the hard cam, that's where she sees Boar is back on the apron and Grado jumps for the tag. Grado then rushes out the ring and stumbles over to check on his girlfriend. Meanwhile, Boar rushed into the ring to go for the Gore on Becky but Becky sidesteps it and gets a quick hold of his arm and locks in the Dis-arm-her! Boar tries his best to escape but succumbs to the submission and taps!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn!
Sami gets in the ring to celebrate with Becky as the ref lifts their hands. Boar rolls out to rejoin with Tessa and Grado as Revolution rolls on.
The scene fades to after the New Day title match, and a little bit after New Kingdom vs Samoan Strike Force. Kofi and E are sitting on crates patting themselves on the backs when Eden comes up to interview them.
Eden: New Day, a hard fought victory for you two tonight, you guys must be feeling on top of the world right now because you can officially see yourselves as the UWF tag team champions.
Kofi Kingston: Hell yeah, we do.
Big E: It does not get better than this.
Kofi Kingston: You see, Eden, we're glad you came up on us in this impromptu interview, cause E and I were just sitting here revelling in this moment. Worked so hard for this, and we can finally say we beat Becky and Sami, fair and square. They deserve all the credit in the world, too, if it wasn't for them, there wouldn't be a tag division right now—no tag division means no tag titles, no tag titles means no New Day in the UWF. So, for reals, we appreciate what you two have done for this division, and we promise to keep it to the high standards that you two have brought it too.
Big E nods his head in agreement.
Eden: Well, New Day, Kofi, Big E, you just got to the peak of the mountain, but that could be coming to a crashing halt, because we just received word that New Kingdom, Guerrillas of Destiny and DIY will be in a triple threat match to gain #1 contenderships to those tag titles and challenge you two at Genesis. What do you have to say? Any team you'd prefer to face?
Big E and Kofi look at each other in a bit of anguish before having small smiles.
Big E: It don't matter which team wins, at the end of the day, it'll still be the New Day holding these titles. Whether it's the Guerillas of Dookie, New (Soon to be Fallen) Kingdom or Don't Ivan (Tr)y, we'll still win.
Eden: Aren't you at least bit afraid of New Kingdom, did you not see what they just did?
Kofi Kingston: We saw, we were disgusted by their actions, and all jokes aside, they should be back in a mental institution. Vinny couldn't be happy ruling the single division, so he found himself some psychotic goons from a mental ward, busted them out, and for whatever reason, EC3 hired 3 lunatics to run around the company. Well, we are not gonna back down from any fight. And as far as who'd we prefer to fight… Hard choice, maybe DIY, they seem like they'd bring out a banger of a match if we collided (even though they'll probably pull some shady stuff, man).
Eden: Well, New Day, thank you for your time, and congrats again on your big win tonight and hopefully more to come.
Kofi Kingston: We most certainly will, thanks Eden.
Big E: Now if you don't mind us, we got to root for Woodsy in his match.
With that, the scene fades out with the New Day up and leaving while Eden stares at them walking off.
[Scene opens where Roman Reigns walking in the back while Kayla Brazton stops him]
Kayla Braxton: ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time he is the Big Dog Himself Roman Reigns.
{Crowd Cheers for Roman in the background)
Roman|Reigns: hows it going Kayla.
Kayla Braxton: Last Wednesday on Revolution you got ambushed by Jimmy Havoc. with a Steel Chair during your victory win over Havoc in now you will compete in a Last Chance Battle royal match on Revolution any comment.
Roman|Reigns: Jimmy Havoc. is just jealous of me cause I won my match by DQ and now I get to be at ringside with my two Bloodline Cousin The Usos will be taking out Ligero and Havoc in there tag team match this week on Revolution.
Kayla Braxton: but Roman. what about your other match this week cause ain't you competing in the last Chance Battle royal match on Revolution on UWF.
Roman|Reigns: of course I will participate in the battle royal cause every since I lost my match to Xavier Woods in the rest of the Superstar he was the one that pinned me in that is why come Revolution the Big Dog will win that Battle royal in enter the final spot of the Elimination Chamber in leave out of Genesis as the new UWF Champion after I win the battle royal on Wednesday night on Revolution.
Kayla Braxton: Roman. can you even last out all the men in your battle royal this Wednesday.
Roman|Reigns: depends on hows the battle royal match gonna last because I really deserve this win more then anyone that's on this UWF roster in be apart of the Chamber match in compete for Alesiter Black's UWF Championship on Genesis.
Roman| Reigns: So if you all that's gonna be in the Main event for the battle royal match then you better show your faces on Wednesday night because I'm Winning this battle royal on Revolution.
Roman|Reigns: Believe that!
{Reigns walks off when Kayla Braxton continues talking)
Kayla Braxton: there u have it folks cause in three days Roman Reigns. will be in action when he competes in a Battle royal to the entry spot for the Chamber match at Genesis.
Kayla Braxton: And we hope that Roman. can win his match on Revolution until he gets an Opportunity for the last spot of the Chamber match at Genesis PPV on UWF network.
[Camera fades when Reigns heads back to his Locker room before his battle royal even begins this Wednesday
[Camera shows Naomi talking to some of her friends while Charly Caruso stops her]
Charly Caruso: Please welcome back to UWF The Glow herself Naomi.
{fans cheers for Naomi)
Naomi: thanks for having me Ms Caruso.
Charly Caruso: it was my honor Naomi.
Charly Caruso: you been gone for almost a decade in now you will compete in a Battle royal this week on Revolution any responds
Naomi: Reason that I wasn't here to support my fans in family is because I been gone ever since me and Jimmy Uso. was paring up to face The DIY and that was the only time that I left UWF and since I am back where I belong i will participate in the Last spot of the Battle royal on Revolution to see who will enter the last final spot at Genesis in the Chamber match for the UWF Championship after I win this battle royal on UWF network.
Charly Caruso: Uh Naomi. do you even know who's gonna be in the battle royal this week on revolution.
Naomi: the only people that's gonna be in the battle royal is me and Roman Reigns. in the rest of the UWF roster will be in the battle royal after i win my first match since my return back to UWF and beat some UWF superstar in our battle royal on Revolution on UWF.
Charly Caruso: but Naomi. can you even survive in the battle royal with these men on Revolution this Wednesday.
Naomi: I don't know just yet Charly. but I i will do something about when I beat every men in my first battle royal match on Revolution on UWF.
Naomi: and if they got a serious problem with The Glow then they can meet me in the Revolution ring when I enter this week's Battle royal in be in the final spot of the Chamber at Genesis PPV on UWF network.
Charly Caruso: Naomi can you even win your first ever battle royal this Wednesday.
Naomi: only hows the match gonna turn out cause once I beat these men or women in the battle royal then I will be getting myself an UWF Championship in a Chamber match after my Battle royal match on Revolution on UWF.
Naomi: oh and I'm winning the battle royal.
Naomi: and you can feel the Glow
(Naomi walks away from Charly Caruso when she continues talking)
Charly Caruso: thanks for that support Naomi. in good luck on your battle royal against every men or woman in your match on Revolution.
Charly Caruso: and we hope that Naomi. can win her first battle royal match in fill in the final spot for the Chamber until she wins the battle royal on Revolution until she gets an UWF Championship at Genesis PPV on UWF network.
[Scene fades when Naomi heads back to her Women's Locker room before the next match even starts next}
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Fans boo like crazy as AJ Styles comes out. The man who no longer believes in the third eye and the man who pretty much is just showing he only cares for himself comes out. Styles comes out and the fans boo as Styles just smiles and ignores it and throws the P1 up in the sky
Styles goes and he walks down the ramp flips his long hair back and the fans are booing him. Styles is just loving it smiling as he walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring and he does the Phenomenal pose.
Tony Chimel: Already in the ring from Gainseville, Georgia. The Phenomenal A...J....Styles
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!
As the ring bell sounds, Styles takes the zen pose with his hands that he took at Summerslam before breaking it just as quickly as he laughs and spits on the mat, flipping off those that boo him. UMB sees this and gives a golf clap, applauding his fellow heel, but AJ is angered by this as he walks over and grabs his opponent’s hands, throwing them down forcefully. Styles puts a middle finger in Black’s face now as Black grabs his finger and bends it at an angle quickly, forcing AJ to his knees. AJ starts teeing off on the abdomen of his opponent using his free hand as Black bends further and now AJ is on his side.
Black raises one leg and goes to stomp on the hand but AJ pulls it out of the way and rolls to his feet. Styles shakes his hand a few times to get his mind off of the pain as he lunges forward with both hands and he and Black lock-up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Styles powers his opponent toward the ropes but as he does, Black drops his arms causing AJ to fall forward as he hits the, “Phenomenal One” with a headbutt. Styles stumbles back as he shakes the cobwebs out, then has a cocky smile appear on his face.
Styles walks over and slaps Ultramantis, then sticks out his chin and points to it, daring his opponent to strike him. Mantis doesn’t take the bait and instead rakes the midsection with his boot as AJ hunches over, Mantis grabbing his head and hooking it, turning so that AJ is facing the crowd and then falling to the mat with a Cutter. AJ is there on his knees, holding the back of his neck with one hand as UMB stomps on the other one, Styles crying out in pain and raising it from the mat as his opponent grabs him by the ears and pulls him into a knee to the nose before pushing him back.
AJ has both arms behind him and his hands on the mat, legs spread as he looks up at Mantis from the seated position he’s in. Styles gets up and walks over, shoving him with both hands in the chest and slapping him in the back and side of the head. AJ sticks his chin out again and points to it, demanding Black strike him. This time, Black is a little angry as he takes a swing but AJ blocks it with the back of his wrist as he throws an elbow to the face using his other arm, causing Mantis to take a step back.
Tom Phillips: Both athletes seemingly feeling each other out here.
Mauro Ranallo: AJ seemed disrespected that Ultramantis wouldn’t hit him when he told him to.
Corey Graves: Of course he feels disrespected, he’s a ring general and Ultramantis is just a recruit!
Styles and Black begin circling each other, AJ faking a lunge as he does until Black charges and takes him down with a clothesline. Mantis starts putting the boots to Styles as AJ is trying to get back to his feet. During a small opening between stomps, AJ gets up and lands a forearm smash to the face as Black is again left staggering back. Styles follows up with the body strikes using his hands and feet known as the Phenomenal Combination before leaping up and hitting Mantis with another forearm smash that takes him off his feet.
UMB gets back up to his feet as AJ charges, putting the side of his leg into the abdomen, then turns to face him and goes to put his head between his legs but Mantis turns it into a headbutt to the groin as he slips behind AJ and hits him with a Back Cracker. As Styles pops up, Black isn’t finished as he connects with a Running Bulldog driving AJ’s face into the mat. Still not done, Mantis walks over with a leg to each side of Styles and applies a Camel Clutch!
Tom Phillips: Mantis ba-
Corey Graves: Don’t say it.
Tom Phillips: Mantis baby make-
Corey Graves: Don’t say it.
Mauro Ranallo: Mantis baby make Styles humble!
Corey Graves: Damnit!
AJ reaches the ropes and the hold is broken as Mantis motions for his opponent to get up. Styles gets up and turns around, delivering a Forearm Smash right to the mouth before turning and going for an Irish Whip into the corner but Black reverses the momentum and AJ gets whipped towards the corner instead. AJ runs up the turnbuckle and backflips onto his opponent, grabbing him on the way down and hitting an Inverted DDT!
Styles heads to the apron now and grabs the top rope as he waits for Black to get up. Styles goes for the Phenomenal Forearm but Black hits the mat and rolls underneath the ropes nearest the ramp to avoid. He starts walking up the ramp as the referee starts counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by countout, AJ Styles!
Styles accepts his win but looks frustrated.
Tom Phillips: Why did Ultramantis Black walk out on this match?
Mauro Ranallo: Even Styles is dumbfounded.
Corey Graves: He’s likely keeping himself fresh for the Battle Royal later.
UWF Summerslam 2019 – Backstage Exclusive
The recorded camera feed from Summerslam opens up with UWF interviewer Cathy Kelley stood in the backstage area with a microphone to hand.
Cathy Kelley: So as we just saw ladies and gentlemen, a shocking conclusion to this year’s Summerslam, and a brand new UWF Champion crowned in the shape of Aleister Black. I'm looking to get the first word with the new champ, and to hopefully get an insight as to what h...
Noam Dar: Champione, Champione! Ole! Ole! Ole! Champione, Champione! Ole! Ole! Ole!
Kelley is interrupted by the sound of joyous singing from the new Intercontinental Champion Noam Dar who has just entered the picture with the championship belt also in tow.
Noam Dar: Forget about whoever or whatever you were planning tae talk about hen, because the NEW Intercontinental Champion is in the house! Didn't you see me go out there tonight and kick the living daylights out of those two prunes Lorcan and Neville? That should be the front page news headline in this establishment. I went out there and did exactly what I said I was gonna do, and now this badboy belongs tae me. So what else are you gonna talk about huh? The 8 man train wreck? Joke of a contest and an even bigger joke of a winner! TLC? Don't even go there! The war of Japan? A shame it wasn't a green card on a pole match if you ask me. Tag titles? Styles-Morrison? Joe-Jericho? Boring! We've had it all before so we don't need it again thank you very much.
Cathy Kelley: Well actually Noam I was waiting f...
Noam Dar: Zip it! I'm not finished. The bottom line is nothing else that's happened here tonight measures up tae what I've accomplished. This right here is both the benchmark for excellence, and the symbol which tells people that I'm the man around here who now calls the shots. So as for you, ‘little miss piss poor Scoops McCallahan wannabe,’ consider yourself blessed in that you're one of the first tae have the privilege of spending quality time with the new champ in all his glory. I bet you want tae give this title a big old wet one don’t ye? Go on, give it a kiss…
Dar then thrusts the championship towards Cathy’s face, but before she can even indicate that she’s not interested he immediately yanks it back towards his shoulder.
Noam Dar: Nah on second thoughts you’re not worthy enough tae kiss this belt. Besides I’m gonna have tae give it a deep clean and polish before it sees any sort of action again considering all the places it’s been over the past few years. I’ve already been threatened more lawsuits in this joint than you can shake a stick at, and I’d rather do without another one for breaching health and safety regulations. So with that being said, there’s a Supernova title celebration party about tae start, which means it’s time for me tae make like a tree and leave. I’ve been the Ayrial Assassin and new Intercontinental Champion Noam Dar, you’ve been a waste of space, thank you, buh-bye!
Dar then starts to walk away, but as he’s leaving he cheekily winks at Kelley who is completely dumbstruck by what has just occurred as the camera feed cuts out.
The recorded camera feed from Summerslam opens up with UWF interviewer Cathy Kelley stood in the backstage area with a microphone to hand.
Cathy Kelley: So as we just saw ladies and gentlemen, a shocking conclusion to this year’s Summerslam, and a brand new UWF Champion crowned in the shape of Aleister Black. I'm looking to get the first word with the new champ, and to hopefully get an insight as to what h...
Noam Dar: Champione, Champione! Ole! Ole! Ole! Champione, Champione! Ole! Ole! Ole!
Kelley is interrupted by the sound of joyous singing from the new Intercontinental Champion Noam Dar who has just entered the picture with the championship belt also in tow.
Noam Dar: Forget about whoever or whatever you were planning tae talk about hen, because the NEW Intercontinental Champion is in the house! Didn't you see me go out there tonight and kick the living daylights out of those two prunes Lorcan and Neville? That should be the front page news headline in this establishment. I went out there and did exactly what I said I was gonna do, and now this badboy belongs tae me. So what else are you gonna talk about huh? The 8 man train wreck? Joke of a contest and an even bigger joke of a winner! TLC? Don't even go there! The war of Japan? A shame it wasn't a green card on a pole match if you ask me. Tag titles? Styles-Morrison? Joe-Jericho? Boring! We've had it all before so we don't need it again thank you very much.
Cathy Kelley: Well actually Noam I was waiting f...
Noam Dar: Zip it! I'm not finished. The bottom line is nothing else that's happened here tonight measures up tae what I've accomplished. This right here is both the benchmark for excellence, and the symbol which tells people that I'm the man around here who now calls the shots. So as for you, ‘little miss piss poor Scoops McCallahan wannabe,’ consider yourself blessed in that you're one of the first tae have the privilege of spending quality time with the new champ in all his glory. I bet you want tae give this title a big old wet one don’t ye? Go on, give it a kiss…
Dar then thrusts the championship towards Cathy’s face, but before she can even indicate that she’s not interested he immediately yanks it back towards his shoulder.
Noam Dar: Nah on second thoughts you’re not worthy enough tae kiss this belt. Besides I’m gonna have tae give it a deep clean and polish before it sees any sort of action again considering all the places it’s been over the past few years. I’ve already been threatened more lawsuits in this joint than you can shake a stick at, and I’d rather do without another one for breaching health and safety regulations. So with that being said, there’s a Supernova title celebration party about tae start, which means it’s time for me tae make like a tree and leave. I’ve been the Ayrial Assassin and new Intercontinental Champion Noam Dar, you’ve been a waste of space, thank you, buh-bye!
Dar then starts to walk away, but as he’s leaving he cheekily winks at Kelley who is completely dumbstruck by what has just occurred as the camera feed cuts out.
The scene opens on Darby Allin in black and white as he’s looking straight into the camera.
Darby Allin: Guerrillas of Destiny, you call us clowns when you’re the ones making jokes while we are taking this seriously. You underestimate us and that’s foolish. Because see, Armando Estrada made his jokes and his entire team underestimated us and now, they’ll never be seen around here again. What’s to keep the two of you from suffering the same fate because to me, you’re just carbon copies of each other and if we can terminate four cockroaches, we can squash two more.
The number one contendership coming to a couple of guys that have been here a fraction of the time you’ve been around burns you up inside, I know, but that’s the whole point. And that’s what’s going to happen, Guerrillas, you’ll flirt with Destiny but in the end, the only destiny being realized will be that of us, The New Kingdom, when we rise up and take what’s ours.
The camera pans out to show Sinn standing next to Darby.
Sinn Bodhi: And DIY, that means you’re going to fall too. There’s no happy ending for you here. All that’s left to do besides winning, is this: Welcome to the Freakshow, boys!
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings as Havoc and Jimmy circle the ring, Jimmy and Havoc lock up, Jimmy puts down Havoc with a punch to the jaw, Havoc pops up to his feet as he is met with another fist from Jimmy forcing him to step back, Jey tags in as Havoc crashes into the turnbuckle Jey hits him with an uppercut as Jimmy runs behind him with a running uppercut...
Jey grabs onto the head as he tags in Jimmy, Jimmy and Jey throw Havoc into the corner, Jey runs first jumping up and splashing his body into the body of Havoc, Jey follows behind jumping as Jimmy moves out of the way splashing into Havoc...
Tom Phillips: "Jimmy and Jey coming out of the gate very strong here tonight..."
Jey lifts up Havoc to his shoulders as he moves to the center of the ring, Jey falls back crashing into the canvas Havoc feels his back. Jey gets to his knees before tagging in Jimmy who climbs the ropes quickly as Havoc holds his back in pain, Jimmy jumps into the air sending his arms out before landing stomach to stomach with Havoc, Jimmy hooks both legs for a pinfall attempt...
Corey Graves "Jimmy and Jey looking to end this early..."
One!
Two!
Havoc kicks out at 2!
Jimmy gets to his feet as Havoc rolls around, Havoc slowly gets to his feet as he is met with a uppercut to the jaw sending Jimmy looking for the corner, Havoc ducks a lariat attempt from Jimmy who tags in to Jey, Havoc misses the tag as he goes for Jimmy but Jey swings a fist into his jaw, Jey sends another one, Jey sends his arm over his head, Jey begins to lift him up but Havoc stops it, Havoc instead lifts up Jey for a suplex, At a vertical base Jey brings down Havoc hard on his head. Havoc smiles as Jey rolls around in agony off the brain buster...
Tom Phillips: "Brain buster from Havoc"
Corey Graves: "Ligero looks annoyed Havoc refusing to tag him in..."
Havoc refuses to tag in Ligero who looks frustrated but relieved they regained control, Havoc slams his fist into the neck of Jey, Havoc applies a headlock as he begins to squeeze the air from the lungs of Jey, Havoc squeezes before being pushed letting go of the hold as Jey waits for the rebound, Jey drops down to his stomach as Jey jumps over him, Havoc stops before sending down a knee to the back of Jey, Jimmy enters the ring before being dropped with a harsh lariat, Both men get to their feet. Havoc chops the chest of Jimmy the crowd gasp, Havoc swings around hitting a hard chop on Jey, Both men send a kick to the abdomen of Havoc, The uso's go for lariat stereo, Havoc ducks both men spin out from missing, Havoc gets hold of both hands before pulling them back and spinning them bringing them down with brutal lariat...
Mauro Ranallo "My god the double Acid Rainmaker from HAVOC!"
Jimmy and Jey roll away from Havoc who is out for blood, Ligero finally gets tagged in from Havoc...
Corey Graves "Ligero finally tagged in!"
Ligero leaps over the top rope over to the Uso's who have retreated to the safety of ringside, Jimmy and Jey look up to see Ligero rotating forwards mid air as they have little time to react they brace as Ligero crashes down into the two men, Both Uso's are sent back first into the barricade as the crowd anticipate the follow up....
Jey is thrown into the ring head first as Ligero follows behind, Jye get's to his feet as Ligero gets on the apron, Jey turns as Ligero springboards Uso has no chance to react as Ligero grabs onto his head as the two spin around before being dragged down head first into the canvas, Jeys head spikes off the canvas as Ligero goes for a cover...
One...
Two...
Th....
Jey gets his shoulder up last second, Ligero and everyone looks in shock...
Mauro Ranallo "The crowd can't believe it, It should be over!"
Jimmy gets in the ring trying to turn Ligero around, Jimmy goes for a lariat but it's ducked, Ligero jumps backwards catching his feet around the neck of Jimmy, Ligero uses his legs to send Jimmy into Jey who just stood on the apron, Jimmy draped over the middle, Ligero makes his way over to his corner as he runs full speed at Jimmy, Jey tags himself in as Jimmy pushes off the ropes onto his feet, He places his arm around his neck as he pulls him to the corner not realizing Jey tagged in, He uses the corner to go up and over Jimmy bringing his head spiking it into the canvas...
Jey picks him up by the mask, Ligero quickly sends up a boot which is caught, Ligero hops around before swinging around his boot into the jaw of Jey, Ligero quickly moves up the turnbuckles before looking out to jump. Ligero takes the leap of faith rotating in the air...
Mauro Ranallo "Ligero going high here looking to fly!"
Jey uses the momentum of Ligero as a weapon getting out of the way of the rampaging Luchadore, Holding his back as Jey quickly grabs the head of Ligero as he drags him to his corner, Havoc looks annoyed at the recklessness from his partner, Jimmy tags the shoulder as Jey holds up Ligero before swinging him into Jey who lifts him up with ease, Ligero is launched upwards as he lands on his feet a boot meets the bottom of his jaw changing his momentum instantly, Ligero is sent flipping backwards...
Tom Phillips: "Ligero hit with the launching superkick from the USOS"
Jey takes a moment to bask in this actually working, Jimmy taking no rest as he lifts Ligero straight to his feet placing his head between the armpit of Ligero, He lifts him to a vertical base as he moves closer to the center of the ring, Jey falls backwards swinging Ligero down hard. Jey goes for the pin....
One!
Two!
Ligero powers out...
Tom Phillips: "Ligero kicks out strongly just at Two!"
Jey taking no time gets to his feet tagging in his brother, Jey grabs the head of Ligero before swinging him towards his brother who leans back swinging up a kick. The boot connects on the jaw sending Ligero down like a sack of bricks, Jimmy goes for a pin....
One!
Two!
Th...!
Ligero kicks out at 2.5!
Tom Phillips: "Ligero kicking out again..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Ligero kicking out yet again a man made of steel..."
Jey gets to his feet as Ligero gets to his feet following Ligero, Ligero swings an elbow to Jey, He is forced to step back, Ligero quickly runs up the ropes before turning and jumping catching the head of Ligero, Bringing down the head spiking it, Ligero goes for the cover...
Mauro Ranallo "Ligero catching Jey with the C4L From outta nowhere!"
One!
Two!
Three!
Corey Graves: "It is over just like that!"
DING! DING! DING!
"Here are you winners by pinfall Jimmy Havoc and El Ligero!"
Ligero drops to his back as Jimmy Havoc goes to follow but a sadistic grin comes over his face, He moves over to Jey who is still laid out, He grabs a fistful of hair before lifting the limp Uso, He lifts his thumb high before going to place it into the eye socket, Before he can he is interrupted by...
Roman comes running down to the ring, He slide in quickly before jumping up and sending a fist into the jaw of Havoc sending him crashing down hard, Roman moves to the corner as Havoc stumbles to his feet from the punch, Roman leans back into the corner screaming as the crowd join in...
Roman runs full speed at Jimmy Havoc before wrapping his arms around the waist of Havoc and bringing him hard into the canvas. Jimmy and Jey Uso begin to stand before Roman calls for his samoan brothers to lift up Havoc for one last ride. He leans up against the ropes doing his taunt again as the Uso's whip Havoc towards him as he charges shoulder first into the abdomen of Havoc bringing him down hard again...
Roman looks down at Havoc having a little revenge from weeks previous. As the scene fades to black with Roman helping out Jimmy and Jey...
The scene fades into Woods walking down the halls on his lonesome before getting stopped by an interviewer. He knows how this goes, so he waits for her questions.
Interviewer: Xavier Woods! Congrats on your big win at SummerSlam—
Xavier Woods: Thank you.
Interviewer: but tonight you gotta focus on the Intercontinental Champion, Noam Dar, and you two have had some choice words for one another, how do you feel going into this match?
Xavier Woods: I'm feeling good, I'm feeling confident, well, I think I do, haha, but yeah… Noam Dar is gonna be a tough task to finish, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Interviewer: And, you know, during your guys confrontation, you digitally brought out your New Day brethren before abruptly hanging up on them. Have you talked to them? Are they mad?
Xavier Woods: I haven't. Uhm, kinda been dodging them because of went down, I did get pretty rash and did it in the spur of the moment. As for if they're mad, we don't hold grudges, I'm sure they'd understand. Besides, at the end of the day, they'll always have my back, they know I struggle the most in the group as I'm always painted as just the guy who's there, and I'm no longer gonna be a third wheel, it's time for me to have my breakout matches…
The interviewer gives Woods a weird look. He trails off as he is confused. She points behind him and he turns around to see…
Kofi Kingston: So, you've been dodging us. I was right, ya know, E always giving you the benefit of the doubt, Woods. You don't need to ghost us for days on end to avoid an uncomfortable situation, you know that, right?
Xavier Woods: L— Look, I— I, uh…
Woods takes a deep sigh.
Xavier Woods: Look, I'm not trying to cause a rift between us, that's the furthest thing that I'm trying to do, sometimes, I just need space, you know how I get.
Kofi shakes his head.
Kofi Kingston: If we're your brothers, then why don't you talk to us, you don't need to hang up, ignore our calls, we are a family, right? Then stop treating us like we're leftovers that when you feel like it, you can just come to us to comfort you. We ain't like that.
Woods nods.
Xavier Woods: I know, and I'm sorry if you feel that way, but you know that's not my intentions at all, I'm not tryna treat you guys like that on purpose. Anyways, can we talk about this later, I don't need all this luggage on me mentally when I face Dar.
Kofi takes a sigh and scratching his nose as he speaks again.
Kofi Kingston: I think this is the perfect time to talk; it's better to get this off your chest and soul now than later. Now, look, I know you're gonna wanna go out there and face Dar all alone, I respect that, I really do, Woods, but me and E have been talking it over, and we're gonna be out there, we want front row seats to the future U.W.F WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAAAAAAMPIONS! And we wanna see you beat a champion. We're gonna be your emotional support, man.
Xavier Woods:N— No, that's not necessary. I got this, trust me. If you wanna lead me out, that's fine, but I gotta do this myself.
Kofi Kingston: You support us during our matches, it's only fair we do the same. We're a team after all, and there's no I in team, right?
Xavier Woods: And a team is supposed to support other members decisions. Trust me, I can handle Dar.
Kofi Kingston: Okay then, if you're feeling confident then you got this, baybee, you gonna win this. We'll support you from the back. You finna whip Dar to the stars.
Woods gets more pumped as the peptalk goes on.
Xavier Woods: Yeah, I am gonna win this.
Kofi Kingston: And why?
Xavier Woods: Because…
Kofi and Woods chant together.
NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!
Kofi Kingston: Now, let's go find E and get ready for your match. We're gonna be another step closer to being UWF World Heavyweight Champions, BAYBEE!
Woods smiles as he nods, Kofi pats him on the back as they leave the interviewer there by her lonesome.
Interviewer: Well, New Day seemed to have patched another rough patch, but will Woods be able to overcome himself or will that be his downfall? Well, we'll just have to see as Revolution rolls on,
The scene fades out to the next.
The camera opens to see Adrian Neville staring dead right down the camera lense. He then stirs his head around in a super passive and non forceful way. His facial expression shows one of a broken man, with a floating smile laughing at his dismay. He then begins to speak.
Adrian Neville: I’ve been wondering for days upon days on how I should feel about what happened at Summerslam. Sadness? No, I’m not the type. Anger? I’ve yet to feel it. So what more? Confusion? That’s all that’s remained lately. I can only congratulate Dar, since he’s played me like a fiddle. Walked straight on to the match, with the backing of Ethan and stole it from me, in the only way he could, through pinning someone else.
You see, I’d usually call that typical for a man like himself, but I probably wouldn’t see another option for him to go down. And in the present, I no longer stand to you as your UWF Intercontinental Champion. And that’s sitting here feeling sorry for myself won’t cure that bitter event. Not any time soon. I must just throw something on top of it to forget it even happened, like a plaster to a wound. Nevertheless there, but curing in time.
Neville looks down slightly, and becomes more distant than he was, but his voice picks up volume as he speaks, becoming more booming than it once was.
So be the plaster as an opportunity knocking on my doorstep, and I’m obliged to open up. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since that dreadful incident with Vinny and Minoru, and how sour things turned in such a short time. Not such a successful time, but then those were times when Nigel haunted me with his everlooming curse. That disappeared, and now look how I’ve came around the gaff, as strong as a train in full speed.
There have been bumps in the track, but nevertheless it is one long journey, and it must lead to the chamber. In one way or another. One spot remaining, many other hungry members on the roster for opportunities, they like the smell of it. Can they handle the bite though? When it bites back, what man will they be? Not that they should worry, as this isn’t their meal. It’s mine, and it forever shall be.
The camera cuts off as Neville wraps his speech up on what his current situation is, and how he feels about it.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a triple threat tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership to the UWF World Tag Team Championships! 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.
Tony Chimel: And the first of 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.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents...
"G.O.D" plays throughout the arena, and as the crowd boos while others hold up Too Sweets, as out through the curtain walks out Tama Tonga with his hands waving in front of his face towards the crowd swaying along with the music, and Tanga Loa marching up right behind him. Tanga shouts out into the open air with a primal yell, as Tama turns around pointing at his brother before swaying back around.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at combined weight of 400 and 39 pounds: "The Bad Boy" Tama Tonga, and "The Silverback" Tanga Loa. Guerrillas of Destiny, G-O-D!
Tama drops down to the floor and uses his hands to crawl forward sliding across the floor as he looks straight into the lens of the camera, The shot moves up to Tanga who shoots his finger gun to the camera lens and then to the crowd. Tama slides into the ring when Tanga Loa running up the steel steps. Tama is swaying around with his hands, as Tanga Loa smacks his chest and raises his hands up in the air.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it looks as though Tommaso Ciampa and Tanga Loa are going to get things started off here as their respective teammates and both members of the New Kingdom step out onto the aprons. Ciampa and Loa circle each other in the middle of the ring before Ciampa attempts a tie-up, but Loa slips below and gets his arms cinched around Ciampa's midsection. Ciampa quickly pries the hands apart and spins around behind Loa, then tags him with a quick forearm to the back of the head before stepping back with a smirk as Loa turns around. Loa snarls and charges, attempting a lariat, but Ciampa actually ducks under and as Loa turns around to face him, he does so into a discus clothesline! Loa falls to the canvas blinking and momentarily stunned, but then rolls to hands and knees only to be blindsided with a high knee to the side of the head from Ciampa! The crowd "ohhs!" as Loa flops onto his side and Ciampa pushes him onto his back before hooking the leg for an early cover.
1...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: We're in the opening minutes of this triple threat tag team contest and already Tommaso Ciampa is putting in work to get DIY ahead here.
Corey Graves: He's doing it because he knows his tag team partner won't be able to get the job done later, that's all.
After Loa kicks out, Ciampa sits him up and locks in a clawhold, applying high pressure to the nerves in his foe's shoulder. Loa grips the hand and tries to pry himself loose at first, grunting against the force of the hold as Ciampa himself growls while applying it, but eventually Loa manages to free himself, only to be kneed in the back of the head by Ciampa, who then runs the ropes in front of his foe and comes back intending to hit another high knee. This time, Loa lies back and Ciampa whiffs, then Loa kips up! The fans buzz as Ciampa rebounds off the ropes and right into a scoop-up from Loa, who drops him spine-first on the knee with a backbreaker! Ciampa falls off of Loa's knee to land on his side, arching his back. Loa sees this as an opportunity and lines him up, then savagely kicks him right where the knee landed moments before! Ciampa cries out and rolls toward his corner, bracing his back with one hand as he reaches for a tag to Gargano with the other. Unfortunately for him, Loa sees it and charges, but rather than attack Ciampa he leaps and dropkicks Gargano in the face, sending him crashing off the apron! The move draws some heat from the crowd as Loa gets to his feet and grabs Ciampa by the wrist, dragging him to the G.O.D. corner and tagging in Tama Tonga.
Mauro Ranallo: Tanga Loa doing what he can do to isolate Tommaso Ciampa, and it's a good strategy if G.O.D. can follow through.
Tom Phillips: That it is, but it's tricky to pull this kind of thing off when Ciampa has not only his own teammate, but two other men to tag in.
Loa pulls Ciampa to his feet and pushes him into the corner, unloading with a series of punches to the kidneys while Tonga enters the ring. When Tonga is in, Loa exits, and Tonga starts throwing the punches. Ciampa looks worse for wear; he's trapped and taking an absolute beating at the hands of the Tongan. Finally, after what seems like a thorough mugging, Tonga launches Ciampa to the other side of the ring into the empty corner and then charges at him and leaps, aiming for a Stinger splash! Ciampa has it scouted, though, and even in his dazed state he's able to roll out of the corner. Tonga collides with just the turnbuckles and stumbles backward, momentarily dazed, which gives Ciampa the opportunity to position and lift him up and over with a quick belly-to-back suplex! The fans pop for this as Ciampa rolls to one knee and rubs his head with a free hand. Ciampa then finds his feet and heads to his corner, finally tagging a recovered Gargano in. Gargano leaps over the top rope as Tonga finds his feet and runs right at him, leaping up and taking him down with a Thesz press before pummeling him with a number of nasty punches to the face. Gargano then rises to his feet, pulling Tonga up with him and sending him off the ropes before running at him and taking him to the ground with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown! Tonga quickly finds his feet off of that, but dazed — and Gargano capitalizes by taking him down with a dropkick to a loud pop from the crowd as he covers!
1...
2...
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: Johnny Wrestling made an explosive entrance to this tag team contest but he comes up short on the cover there.
Corey Graves: Story of his life, because he's a born loser Mauro!
Gargano gets to his feet, pulling Tonga up with him, but Tonga shoves him away and then charges and hits him with a Spear! Gargano hits the canvas hard as Tonga rolls toward the ropes, using them to regain his vertical base. Gargano finds his feet at roughly the same time and holds his ribs for a moment before charging at Tonga to attempt a lariat! Tonga, however, runs right at Gargano and slides under the lariat with the Tongan drift! Gargano turns around and gets hit with the Gun-Stun! The fans voice their displeasure at this development as Tonga covers.
1...
...NO! Gargano gets a foot on the ropes!
...which seems to visibly piss Tonga off as he pulls Gargano to his feet and, trapping him against the ropes, starts unloading with a series of absolutely vicious forearm smashes to the face. Gargano's bell is rung with each successive strike, his knees growing wobblier each time, but before he can collapse Tonga pulls him away from the ropes, lifts him up into the fireman's carry and quickly follows through for the Ghost Face flapjack! Tonga rolls Gargano over and covers once again.
1...
2...
...NO! Tommaso Ciampa breaks up the cover!
Corey Graves: What the Hell! Get that man outta there, ref! This is a robbery!
Tom Phillips: Breaking covers is a time-honored tradition in tag wrestling, Corey.
Mauro Ranallo: Indeed it may be, but the Sicilian Psychopath doesn't look like he's planning to stop there!
As Tonga gets to his feet, Ciampa shoves him. The official rebukes Ciampa for the shove, but Tonga gets his vengeance anyway by leaping at Ciampa and spiking him with a headshrinker! Ciampa rolls out onto the apron holding his skull as Tonga turns round to deal with Gargano again, but this time, he catches a Superkick from Johnny Wrestling that draws a huge pop from the crowd as Gargano goes for the cover!
1...
2...
...NO!
Tonga kicks out! Gargano rolls to one knee and holds his head in his hands in disappointment, but then gets to his feet, shaking his head. He pulls Tonga up and sends him off the ropes, charging at him for a lariat. Unfortunately for Gargano, Tonga has the same idea, going for a leaping clothesline! Both men collide, landing their respective attacks and falling to the canvas hard in a mangled heap. As the fans buzz, the two men disentangle themselves, but they're both laid on their backs and winded. Gargano rolls to his side first and starts crawling for a corner and an outstretched palm. He reaches it, tagging in Sinn Bodhi at the exact moment that Tonga tags in Loa! Bodhi and Loa enter the ring and run right at one another, but Loa is nearly turned inside out by a Hellion Hammer! A certian portion of the crowd loves it, popping for Bodhi as he keeps right on going for the ropes, rebounding and dropping on Loa with the Hell-Bow! Bodhi rolls Loa onto his back and hooks the leg.
Tom Phillips: This has gotta be it!
Corey Graves: What a freakshow!
1...
2...
...NO! Loa gets a foot on the ropes!
The rope break draws a massive gasp from the fans, who can't believe Loa had the presence of mind to manage after a devastating opening salvo from Bodhi. Sinn shrugs it off, getting to his feet and bringing Loa with him in a deadlift up into a bearhug! Bodhi cinches in an incredibly tight grip as he attempts to squeeze the life out of his foe, Loa initially attempting to break free with feeble strikes at Bodhi and attempts to grab the ropes before his arms start to fall. Sinn starts to thrash Loa around like a ragdoll then, and it looks like Loa's about to pass out in his grip before Bodhi just bodily throws him down to the canvas. Loa is visibly out of it and Bodhi grins widely as he heads to his corner and tags in Darby Allin.
Mauro Ranallo: Sinn Bodhi had a chance to end things there, Tanga Loa was passing out in his arms, but he's chosen to prolong the pain rather than take the quick and easy road to the UWF World Tag Team Champions.
Corey Graves: This is stupid! You need more than just a killer instinct to win the World Tag Championships in this company! Sinn should've finished it.
Allin doesn't waste any time making an impact as he slingshots right into the ring and a senton on Loa! Before Loa can even really react, Allin rolls him over onto his stomach and mounts his shoulder joint, then starts delivering a series of closed-fist strikes to the back of Loa's wrist. Loa sells each with a cry of pain before Allin roars and just starts headbutting the joint multiple times. The fans don't know how to react as Allin slides off the mounted position and rises to his feet, leaving Loa to roll onto his back, shaking his hand and wrist out. Loa rolls onto hands and knees, but as he does Allin hits the ropes and surges toward him, lifting his foot and bringing it down hard for a stomp on the wrist he just brutalized before making sure to grind the heel of his boot into the joint! Loa again rolls to his back, this time holding what could very well be a shattered wrist as Allin grabs the legs, steps through and traps Loa in the Last Supper submission hold! Loa grabs his head with both hands, screaming as Allin falls back to the canvas, arching his own back and applying maximum pressure to the hold. Fortunately for Loa it doesn't last long as Tonga runs in and breaks up the submission with an elbow drop to Darby's gut!
Tom Phillips: Tama Tonga saving the match for his teammate there and the fans are not pleased.
Corey Graves: Who gives a shit what the fans think!
Mauro Ranallo: Corey, language!
If the fans are displeased by Tonga's involvement so far, they go positively nuclear when he pulls Allin up to his feet and then launches him shoulder-first between the turnbuckles to collide with the ring post! Tonga then walks in behind Allin and pulls him out of the corner and drops him with the Tongan Twist! The official starts screaming at Tonga that he is going to eject G.O.D. and he relents, smirking, before heading to his corner. The damage is done: Loa has had time to find a corner and recover while Allin lies motionless on the canvas. Loa stumbles over and falls on top for the cover. The fans are booing loudly.
Mauro Ranallo: And now Tanga Loa might just seal this deal with his partner's dirty work.
Tom Phillips: Disgusting.
1...
2...
...NO!
The fans' boos turn to "HOLY SHIT!" chants as Darby Allin unexpectedly kicks out! Loa sits up, wide-eyed with shock, but before he can do anything Allin grabs him from behind and rolls him over into a cover of his own, folding him in half and sitting on his legs! Loa kicks out before even a one count, but Allin uses that momentum to propel himself to the ropes, and he leaps up onto the top one before springboarding into a moonsault that spans almost the full distance of the ring! Allin sticks the landing and stays on for another cover!
1...
2...
...NO! Tommaso Ciampa breaks up the cover!
Corey Graves: The Sicilian Psychopath? More like the Sicilian Genius! He just kept the match — and his team's chances — alive here!
As Allin finds his feet, Ciampa knees him in the gut and then rolls him out with a Psycho Cutter! The official now rebukes him, so Ciampa turns away from the competitors... to run straight at Tonga and hit a shotgun dropkick to send him off the apron! Ciampa then rolls under the ropes and takes Tonga's spot in the G.O.D. corner as Loa rolls toward him and tags him in, not realizing he's tagging in another team and not his partner! The fans laugh at this as Ciampa enters the ring, heads straight over to Darby Allin, and pulls him up into a powerbomb position before lifting him up and bringing him down into Project Ciampa! Tommaso covers.
1...
2...
...NO! Sinn Bodhi breaks up the cover!
Tom Phillips: Another save in this absolutely crazy tag contest!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, we knew this triple threat contest would bring all sorts of fireworks, but this has been even more explosive than anyone could have anticipated!
Ciampa gets to his feet at the same time as Sinn Bodhi, who is heading for his corner only to be hit from behind by Ciampa with a running double ax handle! Bodhi stumbles toward the corner and Ciampa follows before pulling Bodhi up into an argentine hold, parading him over to Allin and dropping him on top of the legal man with an Argentine facebuster! Bodhi rolls out of the ring as Ciampa again covers Allin, making sure to cover Allin's painted face with a hand and wash it in the process. The heelish display actually draws some heat from one portion of the crowd.
1...
2...
...
Corey Graves: This match is OV-- what?!?
Ciampa, expecting to hear the three-count, is shocked as he looks over his shoulder to see the referee being laid out with a big boot from the Proletariat Boar of Moldova!
Tom Phillips: RIDICULOUS! DIY were about to become the new Number One Contenders and now they've been robbed!
Mauro Ranallo: This can't have been a result Drake Maverick wanted for his tag team contendership match.
Corey Graves: Hahaha, the Warriors are just getting revenge for that ludicrous STOLEN win DIY pulled off on them!
Ciampa gets to his feet and starts heading for the outside to address Boar — or tries to, only to be hit out of nowhere by an R-Grado! The fans erupt in MASSIVE heat as the World Warriors enter the ring, Grado pulling Ciampa to his feet and holding him from behind as Boar lines him up and charges, then getting out of the way just in time for Boar to nearly GUT Ciampa with a Gore! Gargano slides into the ring to help his teammate but catches a Wee Boot for the effort! The Warriors, having done their damage, roll out of the ring and leave the scene as Ciampa is laid out in the middle of the ring and Darby Allin crawls toward his corner to tag in Sinn Bodhi! Allin reaches, Sinn reaches, but then Sinn is pulled off the apron by Tonga and hit with a surprise Gun-Stun! Loa hops up on the apron, grabs the New Kingdom's rope and tags himself in off of Allin's outstretched palm before walking right over to Ciampa, pulling him up and lifting him over the shoulder, then spiking him with Apeshit! Loa covers and Tonga throws the official back into the ring amid MASSIVE heat from the crowd!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, and the NEW
Number one contenders to the
UWF World Tag Team Championships:
THE GUERRILLAS OF DESTINY!
Mauro Ranallo: In a raucous, competitive tag team match that quickly devolved into a street fight, it was the Gangdom of Destruction who prevailed.
Corey Graves: Hahaha, yeah! That's what I love about these guys, Mauro. They know how to get results, and they don't care how they have to do it!
Tom Phillips: What a despicable outcome for an otherwise excellent match. The World Warriors ruined everything.
Tonga and Loa celebrate in the ring while the New Kingdom regroup on the outside and Gargano pulls Ciampa from the ring, bracing him. Tonga works a hard cam with a sense of smug satisfaction.
The feed moves on.
The camera opens up with Noam Dar sat in a darkened room staring directly into the lens.
Noam Dar: What was my reaction tae the announcement of an Elimination Chamber match at Genesis?... One of absolute disgust! These are the sort of toxic contests that I've been trying tae convince the UWF tae get rid of, because they serve no credible purpose in what should be a respectable and upstanding organisation. That being said, I completely understand why Mr Carter has decided that he needs tae bring it in for this one occasion. Seeing as how there have been a whole host of dafties that have stepped well out of line over these past few weeks and months, he finally decided that it couldn't go unpunished any longer, and you know what.... Fair enough. But the only way he'll be guaranteed tae get what he wants is if he's got his brand new Intercontinental Champion in there acting as the sheriff, and seeing tae it that everyone else in the match gets an even slice of the pain cake that's being dished out. But the only way I can do that is by taking a page out of that bawbag Xavier Woods' 'cheap way tae win matches' book and winning the battle royal tonight.
Noam Dar: 'Oh but Dar shouldn't be allowed in the match! Why should he get a shot at the UWF title when he's already such a bad Intercontinental champion?'... Cards on the table you miserable halfwits, I'm a greedy bastard. As soon as I see something I want, I go in and take it. And right now what I want is tae have the Intercontinental Championship strapped tae one shoulder like so, and the UWF Championship strapped tae the other shoulder as well, therefore making me the ultimate and undisputed top dog around these parts. And if it means I've got tae get my hands dirty inside that filthy chamber and show Black, Joe, Marseglia, Morrison and Woods exactly who the chief is, then so be it. For one night only I WILL sink tae that shabby level. But tonight I will go about business in the battle royal in my usual classy manner and eliminate any and all suckers who stand in my way. It doesn't matter if it's Adrian Neville, Ultramantis Black, or every plum in between. Supernova 11 claiming victory as the final man standing and punching that coveted ticket tae Genesis is not a prediction folks, it's a guarantee!
Dar's eyes remain glued to the lens of the camera as the feed slowly begins to fade out.
Chris Jericho: Oh, how quickly they forget...
It's been 30 months since I came back to this company, since I took my rightful place in the main event, and I've stood my ground ever since. I took down some of the best to ever do it along the way too. Angle, Steen, Ziggler, just to name a few. Oh, how quickly they forget.
It was 13 months ago when I was the one towering over both Vinny Marseglia and Jimmy Jacobs. I was the one who beat the unbeatable, it was I who held the highest prize in this industry. I held my own at Summerslam. Oh, how quickly they forget.
It was 11 months ago when I stood against Sweeney before it was the cool thing to do if you wanted to seem tough. I took on all comers for my title, and Sweeney was no exception. Oh, how quickly they forget.
It was 3 months ago when I played a part in the most star-studded, high-profile match in the history of these new Tag Team Championships. I made Sami and Becky into stars just by being in the match. My mere presence so far down the card elevated the people around me, and if it wasn't for Nash and Hall, I guarantee I'd have that gold around my waist right now. Oh, how quickly they forget.
It was 2 months ago when I ran the gauntlet for the second time in three years, tearing through the King of the Ring tournament while Aleister squeaked by time and time again. I didn't go on last at any point during the run because there was no reasonable chance I would get beat. Oh, how quickly they forget.
Every former world champion on this roster has had the opportunity to qualify for this chamber match; all except me of course. Not only that, but all of these so-called "qualifiers" were handed this opportunity. All Vinny did was lose and suddenly he has a rematch? Johnny beat a dead horse long enough for it to stay dead. Joe used underhanded tactics to win an otherwise lost match. Woods pulled another random jobber battle royal win out of his ass. For this company's policy of "earn it", there sure isn't much of it going around nowadays.
But I don't need to win random meaningless matches with worthless prizes attached to them. I don't need to be babied into a main event role over time. I don't need to be given the same opponent over and over to boost my winning percentage. I am Chris Jericho, the greatest wrestler in the history of this or any other planet, and I deserve to be in the Elimination Chamber more than anyone lucky enough to be hand-picked by the bossman. Tonight, I'll be jumping through whatever hoops I need to to make sure Carter sees it. And when he does... well, let's just say nobody will ever forget the name "Chris Jericho" again.
Fin.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEL 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.
"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 Intercontinental Champion, 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 pinky motion this time.
Dar then drops into the ring and undoes his jacket in preparation for the upcoming contest.
Tom Phillips: Huh?!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s Adrian Neville’s music! Is he coming out here?
The song “Rottweiler” by IDLES blasts into the arena blasting the arena with some aggressive scrappy tunes representing the fire that is within 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...”
Neville blasts through the curtain and then stares daggers into the ring, with no love towards Noam Dar, who in his eyes stole his championship from him, through the disobedience of Oney Lorcan, a man who he thought deserved nothing after failed to win the championship previously.
He turns his head, and focuses on the announce table and heads down there, to get on the team to talk the talk and what not. As he gets behind the table, he lifts the headset over onto his head, and sits down to get on the team.
DING! DING!
Noam glances quickly at Neville on commentary, but as Xavier has already edged into the ring, he changes his focus in the ring for now. Noam steps brashly forward, and then pushes Xavier by the chest, and then pats his hand down, for him to pipe down, as he stands in front of the UWF Intercontinental Champion.
Corey Graves: We are at this time with Adrian Neville, a man who has been in the ring with this very brash Scotsman, and even got his championship took by him, so Neville, what is it like to be in the ring with a man like this?
Adrian Neville: He’s an arse, enough said. He doesn’t know his own game, and just relies on lucky shots, over and over to the same place and hope it lasts. Despite Xavier Woods being foolish, I doubt he’d be that foolish to not capitalise on that.
Xavier brushes his chest, and then turns and goes to blast Noam Dar with a big spinning kick, but Noam catches it and spins him round, and blasts Xavier on the returnal with a massive forearm, laying him out to the mat, with the utmost momentum from the spin. Woods crawls back to get to the ropes and recover from the strike.
After this strike, Dar spreads his arms out, and then turns his attention over to the commentary table, leaning over the top rope, and telling Neville to “piss off” and head off back to the back. As Neville blanks this message and stares daggers into him, Dar brushes him off with a hand gesture. He turns into the ring but suddenly Woods runs back to Dar, and blasts him with a dropkick to his chest, and makes him fall through the ropes.
Adrian Neville: As I said earlier, the man's arse, and look how he’s proving it!
Mauro Ranallo: Very blunt, yet I cannot deny it.
Woods rubs his neck slightly to shrug off that earlier strike more, and climbs up the ropes, and scales to the top rope, as Noam scurries back to his feet slightly. Xavier then postures up and then dives up off the top rope to the floor with a massive crossbody, knocking Noam crashing down to the mat, and Xavier stands up and hypes up himself and the crowd around him.
Tom Phillips: The showboat inside Xavier Woods is ringing through pretty strongly here in the early stages of this matchup.
One!
Xavier pauses his hyping up, and then quickly scurries Dar up to his feet, and leads him by his head and passes him into the ring. He then rolls through too, and gets up to a footed base, and as Noam tries to stagger up, Woods stomps him down with a blunt boot to the side of the head knocking him back down to the mat.
Corey Graves: Xavier Woods makes sure that Noam isn’t getting out of his control by keeping him grounded.
Woods then lays in another boot to the head of Noam, to lay him back down to the mat, and then he steps back slightly and pulls his fist up to his chest and jumps up and lands down on Noam with a jumping fist drop. With that, Woods pushes Dar back to the mat and hooks the inside leg of him, and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Dar kicks out at one from the early offense from Woods, and instantly Woods gets off him. He gets up and heads to the ropes, and signals for him to get up, and he starts to pull himself up with the ropes. He turns around, and gets knocked right back down with a quick fire clothesline, and staggers back up once more.
Woods swings for another quick fire clothesline, but Dar ducks it, and waits for Woods to follow through with the momentum, and then dives flat out and hits a Pele Kick right across the side of the face of Woods. Both men are now down as Dar isn’t fully recovered from the earlier offense, and Woods just got a taste of the boot.
Tom Phillips: It seems like Dar and Woods aren’t holding back their offense in the early stages of this matchup, and it’d be interesting to see who could last the longest after taking move after move, chipping away at one’s body.
Dar pushes himself back and sits up, clutching his neck. He then pushes onto the mat and then gained some footing after being flat out on the mat. He then looks down on Woods clutched up on his side, and then swings back with his leg and then delivers a kick to the back of the grounded Woods’ knee.
He then leans over and pulls in the leg of Woods, and then lays his knee into the back of Woods’ and then slams it back down into the mat. He then jumps up and stomps the side of the knee into the canvas and flexes out into the crowd, as he stays on it, and doesn’t get off. He then turns his head, and gives a brief point to Neville.
Adrian Neville: Oh shut up! You couldn’t lace my boots boy.
Dar gets off the knee of Woods, and then leans over the ropes once more to taunt at Neville and try and get under his skin some more, potentially to lure in a DQ attempt to slide in the win. Woods shifts forward, and then yanks his arm under Dar’s legs and then pulls him back down to the mat with a rollup attempt quickly.
One…
Tw-
Dar rolls back from the pinfall attempt, and then leaves Woods kneeling on the ground, and pushes back with a massive superkick, striking him right in the forehead, and sending him leaning back. He then shakes his head at this futile attempt to pull a fast one on him. He then pulls up Woods by the neck, and gets him to a stable amount of footing.
Corey Graves: Back on the offense, Dar bounces back from the brief slip up.
Dar runs off to the ropes and then bounces back at Woods, and then jumps up, spinning around and connects with Woods with a massive European Uppercut sending him crashing down to the mat. He then turns Woods over and hooks the inside leg.
One…
Two…
Woods kicks out at two from the pinfall attempt from Dar. Dar immediately goes over, and hooks Woods into a headlock in which he keeps grounded, and yanks it in. He tightens and makes sure that it’s up to his standard of a hold in, and shouts some inaudible things over at Neville on commentary once more.
Mauro Ranallo: It seems like Dar seems quite riled out about you being out here Neville, how do you feel about that Neville?
Adrian Neville: It was my intent when coming out here, that buffoon doesn’t realise it yet.
Dar continues to wrench on the headlock, and pushes down with his weight to keep Woods grounded. Suddenly Woods slaps his foot to the canvas to start gaining some rallying up from the audience to get him to start gaining some support from the audience in attendance tonight to help him fire back against Dar.
Woods starts to push back against the force of Dar and starts to stand slightly with his feet, but Dar keeps it in tight, and now Woods pushes onto his full feet, and swings in for an elbow for the midsection on Dar. He then pulls him in tight, and pushes him back towards the ropes, and throws Dar to the other side.
On returnal however, Dar jumps up and then lariats Woods, before Woods can do anything, and pokes his head trying to indicate the use of his brain. Woods then retreats to the corner to recover, and Dar then runs in on him, and dives up and goes and hits a massive dropkick in the corner. As he gets up, he points to the top rope.
Tom Phillips: We don’t often see Noam Dar go to the top rope, what’s he going to do?
Adrian Neville: He better not…
Mauro Ranallo: Better not what?
Dar climbs through the ropes, and heads to the top rope, and yells that this one is over for the dafty (Xavier Woods) on the mat. Adrian Neville stands up, and starts yelling over at Dar with his headset now off, gaining his attention. With this short distraction, Woods springs up to his feet, and runs up to the ropes, and leans on the top rope, and makes Dar crash down hard on his crown jewels, and then flat down to the mat.
Corey Graves: Down goes Dar! This could be the opportunity Xavier Woods needed here!
With this opening, Woods climbs through the ropes and up to the top rope, as Dar rolls onto his back from the pain. He then tightrope walks across the top rope and spring up in the air and hits the massive Limit Break elbow! He then hooks both legs of Dar.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Xavier Woods!
Woods stands up after his courageous victory over Noam Dar, as Adrian Neville shrugs slightly and walks to the back. Woods postures up on the middle rope celebrating with his fans, as Dar rolls to the outside. UWF heads elsewhere.
The scene cuts to an upward view of a man with a glare upon his face, The Wrestler, Katsuyori Shibata
Shibata: Aleister Black, Vinny Marseglia, Samoa Joe, John Morrison, Xavier Woods. These are the men who get opportunities? These are the men fighting for the top belt in the UWF? I don't believe any of these men should even touch that beautiful belt. I understand they all earned their way to this, but I would be devastated if these men are still fighting for a championship when I complete my vision. Somebody must be there to combat those men, to make sure their plagued hands don't touch that belt. I need to win this battle royale. No man or object will stop me, no injury will stop me.
The camera pans down to Shibata's knee, which is braced up from his brutal match with Suzuki at Summerslam, but Shibata grabs the camera and points it back at his face.
Shibata: No! There is no need to focus down there. That will not effect the outcome of Revolution. It won't effect the outcome of any of my matches. I have a love for wrestling that triumphs over any injury. That loving energy will carry me through this injury, it will carry me through this battle royale, and it will carry me all the way to the UWF Championship at Elimination Chamber!
Shibata's face grows more intense
Shibata: Nobody has a heart that beats faster for this sport than me! Nobody has limbs that hit harder for this sport than me! Nobody has spirit more fiery for this sport than me! My passion transcends the talent of my opponents. I will lay down for no one in that ring! I will pour every single ounce of fighting spirit I have into this battle royale! I'll never stop fighting for the good of this sport! Put your trust in me, I know what is good for this sport. When you think of a good wrestling match do you think of men taunting each other, men sliding out the ring, using weapons to make up for a lack of talent? I hope not. What you should be thinking of is two men, fighting in an intense battle of strikes and grapples to showcase their love for wrestling. That's what you think of right?
Shibata ponders that question in his head for a bit before answering it himself.
Shibata: Yes, yes that is what the people want. That is wrestling at it's best! At revolution, I begin my climb to get wrestling to it's very best by winning that battle royale and becoming the 6th entrant in the elimination chamber! Please, to anyone who believes they might possess the same level of love for wrestling, join me on my climb...
The camera cuts to a rainy day, and it’s raining hard.
A voice is heard ominously.
“The day is soon, I’ve been loathing it. What happens if it goes sour? Hell, I think it’d be worse if it goes well. So, what is there to worry about? I’m struggling to find what I want to happen, that’s all I guess.”
The camera continues to move up, as it shows a man with presumably well dressed attire. There is a dry patch around him, as he seems to have got there before the rain.
“Another thing I’ve been struggling with is how smoothly things have been running since then, as if everyone has forgotten about that tragic set up. And the man behind it has been held as a joke. So what was the point of it all? To diminish me? To lead to Dream’s decline? I mean sure, he’d had succeeded if that were his goals. Seeing he's brown bread now.”
The camera doesn’t move, but the man taps his foot impatiently.
“I feel like it wasn’t though. And that’s what bothers me. Getting taken out by a man who has only recently done something worthy of being the ender of me, and how he sent away Nigel. Pure disrespect to everything we ever did. I need to talk to him again, maybe after next week. After I can see how it goes. After all, what’s the use for setting up plans if I’m locked away?”
The camera now turns up for the last time, and reveals who this man is, and it’s the former Television Champion, owner of Villain Enterprises, among other accolades, “The Villain” Marty Scurll!
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: So if it will be that way Nev’ have it like that. But I’m not done, not now, not for a long time. If I get cleared next week by the court, I have one motivation, and that’s to take you down, for good. Long… Live… The Villain.
Marty walks off with his umbrella held overhead as the camera fixates to the same angle it was looking at previously. So now we can only question, how will this court case go next week? Will Marty be innocent or guilty, and will he be able to take Neville down for good? Time will only tell.
We cut back to the ring where the participants of tonight's Battle Royale are all already in the ring. Roman Reigns, AJ Styles, Chris Jericho, Noam Dar, Jimmy Havoc, Ultramantis black, Katsuyori Shibata, Drew McIntyre, El Ligero, Naomi, Adrian Neville, Chris Brookes and a returning Kevin Nash! They're all ready and the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Neville runs right after Dar and starts to beat him down in the corner. Havoc does the same to Roman, wanting revenge for what happened earlier in the night but Naomi is there to help him out. Styles takes the fight to Ultramantis for walking out on their fight earlier while Brookes, Ligero and Shibata attack Nash, wanting the biggest man out. McIntyre however walks over and grabs Brookes from behind, spinning him around and laying him out with the Glasgow Kiss! Jericho is simply in corner and smiles, picking his feet up and watching the chaos unfold. McIntyre picks up Brookes onto his shoulders and brings him over to the ropes, dumping him over the ropes but Brookes hangs on. McIntyre bends over to pick up Brookes off the apron but Chris pulls onto his long hair. Dar ends up coming over and grabbing Drew by his feet, flipping him over and dropping him to the floor below to eliminate him!
Brookes is busy laughing at Drew and as he's picking himself up,. he doesn't notice Shibata come running over and he eats a kick to the side of the head to knock him off the apron! Nash grabs The Wrestler from behind and tries to throw him over the ropes but Shibata hooks his legs onto the ropes to prevent him from going over. Styles meanwhile is on the shoulder of Ultramantis, the Devious One trying to throw him over the ropes. AJ places his hands on the top rope to prevent himself from going over. Ultramantis instead just tosses him into the air and lets the Phenomenal One free fall into a gut buster! Mantis turns to see Jericho just laying across the ropes with a smile on his face. He runs right after him but the wily veteran jumps down and dropkicks his leg, making him fall face first into the second turnbuckle. Jericho turns around and ducks a lariat by Havoc. Jimmy turns to run right back at him but Jericho catches him and throws him backwards with an overhead belly to belly, Havoc being tossed onto Roman to take both men out! Jericho turns to see Naomi come off the top rope with a crossbody but all he does is side step her and she eats the mat! Ligero runs after Jericho next and is able to hit him with a headscissors but Y2J rolls through. Ligero goes for a tornado DDT, using the ropes to spin around but Jericho tosses him off of him before he can get the momentum going. Ligero runs right at him again but eats a codebreaker for his troubles! Jericho pops to his feet and yells "is that all you got!" much to the delight of the crowd.
Tom Phillips: The former UWF Champion is making this look like a cakewalk.
Corey Graves: You know for how much of a good guy he says he is, he sure is one cocky asshole.
Jericho is all smiles until he turns around and meets Nash. He hasn't forgotten what happened to his friend The Miz at the hands of the nWo. Nash was about to just strike him but stops, giving him a look as if to say he's a reformed man. Jericho couldn't care less though and starts to unload on him him some punches. Kevin shoves him away but Jericho comes right back, jumping up to hit the Codebreaker! Or at least that was the plan but Nash keeps him up, transitioning him into a powerbomb! Nash looks down at him and shakes his head before turning around right into a dropkick from Neville! The big man stays on his feet until Dar comes from behind to take out his knee with a chop block! Nash falls to a knee and Neville follows up with a superkick to the jaw! Dar tries to pick up Nash and tells Neville to come help him. Adrian just looks at him and instead hits him with a running knee to the side of the head as he's bending down to pick up Nash!
Before he can make any other moves, Neville gets clubbed from behind by Jimmy Havoc. Jimmy is swinging wildly with overhand shots to keep him down. He's follows up by grabbing Neville with both hands and headbutting him over and over again until he busts himself open! Havoc wipes the blood from his forehead and licks it before backing away. Neville is using the rope to get up in the corner while Havoc stalks him from a distance. He takes off running towards the corner but gets caught with a Spear from Roman! Reigns is quick to pick him up and toss him over the ropes to the floor below!
Mauro Ranallo: You can bet that felt good for Roman!
Corey Graves: If I had to guess, he'll pay for that in the future.
Roman walks over to Neville and starts to give him clotheslines in the corner. Ultramantis is in an opposite corner choking out Ligero. Shibata walks to the center of the ring and dares anyone to try and fight him. Styles walks over and faces off with him. The two go forehead to forehead, Shibata telling him to bring it. Styles throws a forearm but Shibata just asks for another. AJ does another but it doesn't affect The Wrestler. AJ throws another, then another, over and over but Shibata is powering through them like nothing. Styles then hits two punches, followed by a kick to the leg, a back elbow and then a lariat to take him off his feet! Now Shibata is stunned but he tries to get back to his feet. Styles breezes past him, springboarding off the ropes with a moonsault into a DDT! Styles throws out his arms in his signature pose but Ultramantis levels him with a big boot to the back of the head! Mantis looks around and sees Jericho trying to get back up. He walks over and with Y2J still groggy, he's able to easily control him and plant him with the brainwashing effect!
Roman is trying to eliminate Neville in the corner and Ultramantis starts to run over there but he's cut off by the Rear View from Naomi! She gets the crowd hype by dancing a little but then she walks back into Nash. She slowly turns around and sees Big Sexy himself. He goes to throw a strike but Nash catches it and easily picks her up. She's scrambling around but he walks her over to the ropes and places her on the apron. He tells her to jump off but she's yelling at him, telling him to eliminate her himself. Nash shakes his head but Naomi ends up raking his eyes! Nash turns away blinded but it's Dar who hits him with a dropkick, the kick sending him backwards to knock Naomi off the apron! Nash is blinded and is leaning against the ropes so Dar tries to take advantage, grabbing his leg and trying to lift him over. The size discrepancy is just too much and Nash delivers a elbow to the back to make Dar retreat.
Nash gets away from the ropes but he's hit with a missile dropkick courtesy of El Ligero. Nash is knocked into a corner and Ligero runs over to hit him with a running dropkick. He rolls him out of the corner with a snapmare before running past him to hit the ropes, coming back with an enziguri! Roman comes over to perhaps to get some revenge for his cousins' loss earlier tonight. He grabs Ligero from behind in a waist lock but the British Luchador gives him a few elbows to the side of the head to break his grasp. He then grabs Roman's head and kicks off the ropes to a slicebread #2! Ligero is suddenly grabbed from behind by Ultramantis and is thrown shoulder first into the ring post! Ultramantis keeps a hold of him and pulls him out only to toss him over the ropes and to the floor below.
Mauro Ranallo: With the crowd starting to thin out here, who do you guys placing your bets on?
Corey Graves: You'd be a fool to not think the man who's here to clean up the UWF is going to take this. My money's on Dar.
Tom Phillips: Well I've been here since NXT and one man I'd love to see back on top is none other than Roman Reigns.
Corey Graves: Of course you'd pick Roman. Typical Tom.
Mauro Ranallo: Well he is a former International Champion Graves but he's not the only former World Champion. AJ Styles and Chris Jericho are in this as well and my money's on one of them.
Ultramantis stares down Ligero but Dar comes running up behind him, grabbing a leg and throwing him over the ropes! Ultramantis hangs on though and stays on top of the apron. Dar however doesn't notice this and instead walks away with a smug look on his face, wiping his hands clean like he just took out the trash. Mantis comes back into the ring and stands behind him. He hooks him up in a full nelson before lifting him up and slamming him right back down into the mat! He bends down to pick up Dar and lifts him onto his shoulders. He's walking towards the ropes but Neville catches him with a spinning heel kick to the gut. Ultramantis drops Dar and Neville tells him he's going to be the one to eliminate him. He's busy talking trash and it allows Ultramantis to pop back to his feet, lifting Neville up with him. The former Intercontinental Champion manages to wiggle free behind him, hooking both arms before delivering a tiger suplex!
Neville goes right back to him, trying to pick him up to toss him over the ropes. AJ Styles makes his way over and tries to help Neville. The two are working together and they've nearly got the Devious One over but Shibata comes over and makes the save. He starts attacking both Neville and Styles, wanting no double teams and instead have a fair fight.
Corey Graves: This has to be the dumbest thing I've seen someone do.
Tom Phillips: Shibata is all about respect and honor and he wants to prove he can beat anyone. A 2 on 1 assault just ins't fair.
Shibata's plan backfires as both Neville and Jericho start to double team him. They attack him with punches and kicks before Styles grabs his arms and holds him in place for Neville to hammer away. Ultramantis is back to his senses and sees this but doesn't bother helping the man who saved him, instead leaving him to his fate as he works on a seated Roman in the corner. Styles tells Neville to hit Shibata with a super kick. Neville backs up and goes for it but Shibata ducks in time and Neville kicks Styles square in the chin! Styles falls through the ropes but remains on the apron. Neville goes for a second superkick but Shibata ducks that one as well and when he turns around it's a meeting of the minds as Shibata headbutts him into next week! Both men get laid out, neither able to capitalize. Styles however rolls back into the ring and uses the ropes to get up. He doesn't notice though that Nash is there and he clotheslines him over the ropes! Big Sexy walks to the center of the ring but he doesn't notice that AJ managed to hang on. He's readying himself to springboard back into the ring, maybe a phenomenal forearm to come. We'll never know though because as he jumps up, Jericho runs past to springboard off the second rope and dropkick him to the floor!
Nash turns to see Jericho and once again, hesitates to strike him. He's turned a new leaf and wants Jericho to see that but Jericho just stares holes through him, not sure if trusting him is the right option. Nash sticks out his hand to offer a handshake. A potentially dangerous move should Chris accept it. Jericho seems to be thinking it over but Neville's come running up behind Nash and dropkicks him, knocking him into Jericho to take him down with a shoulder tackle! Neville starts kicking away at Nash but Roman is stirring behind him. Adrian has eyes in the back of his head though as he moves out of the way and Roman hits a shoulder thrust to Nash in the corner. Neville jumps up behind him, wrapping his legs around his head before falling backwards and spiking him down with a reverse rana! The momentum flips Roman back to his knees but he's out like a light and Neville easily grabs him by the head and tosses him over the ropes to the floor to eliminate him.
Neville turns around and it appears those eyes in the back of his head fell asleep because Shibata is there to greet him with a spinning back fist that has him out on his feet! Shibata then bends down and grabs both legs, flipping him all the way over the ropes, Neville tumbling feet first onto the floor! Shibata turns around only to get hit in the face with a dropkick! Shibata is stunned and Dar follows up by hooking the leg and hitting a fisherman suplex! He quickly picks him back up and tries to eliminate him but The Wrestler still has some gas left in the tank. He hugs the ropes with both arms and his feet, refusing to go over the top.
Corey Graves: Size usually doesn't matter but when trying to eliminate a 6'10 Shibata, Dar is going to have some troubles.
Tom Phillips: But Shibata isn't 6'10?
Corey Graves: Shut up Tom!
Dar gives up once he sees Jericho get to his feet. He decides to go after him instead but Chris catches him with a chop to the chest. Dar looks like he just got his chest exploded but Jericho starts throwing punches to the head to back him into the ropes. He shoots him off and runs with him so when Dar hits the ropes, he runs right into a back elbow. Nash is coming out of the corner and Jericho sees this, kicking him in the leg to drop him own to his knees. With Nash in prime position, Jericho yells out "This one's for Mike!" as he starts unloading with the world famous IT Kicks! Nash takes one, then 3, then 5, then ten! Jericho is going all out on him until he takes a step back and finishes with a kick right to the head to knock the big man out clean!
Jericho is fired up but he immediately gets taken out by a lariat from Ultramantis Black! The Devious One picks him up and tries to eliminate him. Dar comes over and helps, the two each grabbing a leg and trying to flip him over the ropes. Jericho hooks both arms underneath the rope to help prevent himself from going over. Ultramantis starts punching him in the head to daze him while Dar is trying to lift him. Their double teaming seems to work as Jericho's grip loosens but luckily for him, Shibata comes over with a dropkick to the back of Dar's head! Mantis goes for a clothesline but Shibata ducks it and takes his back, hitting a snap german suplex! Jericho is still hanging on the ropes and so Shibata gives him a discus elbow smash to the face that knocks him thorough the ropes.
Shibata sees Dar crawling away to the opposite corner and doesn't let him get away. He grabs his ankle and pulls him to the center of the ring. Dar picks himself up as best he can, turning to face Shibata and hitting him with an enziguri. Shibata stumbles backwards while Dar gets to his feet. He rushes at him but The Wrestler catches him up onto his shoulders, throwing him into the air and hitting the Go To Sleep! Ultramantis comes up behind him and tries to grab him but Shibata falls backwards, kicking his leg up and hitting him with a pele! Black falls to a seated position and Shibata sees he's in perfect position. He takes some steps back before running forward with a PK! Ultramantis is splattered on the mat and he rolls out to the floor.
Shibata has cleaned house and he's all fired up. Kevin Nash is starting to stir and so Shibata looks to continue his hot streak. He climbs all over him to place him in an octopus stretch. Nash's long limbs allow him to reach the ropes but there's no breaks in a battle royal. Nash however uses his size and strength to turn around and ram Shibata backwards into the corner. The Wrestler hangs on, not wanting to give up the hold but another ram breaks his grip. Nash walks out of the corner but when he turns around Shibata comes running at him with a jumping high knee. Nash however manages to catch him in the air! Shibata looks worried as the big man adjust him to place him in a jackknife position. Nash instead walks over to the ropes and powerbombs Shibata to the floor!
Mauro Ranallo: Jackknife to the floor Mama Mia!
Corey Graves: He's been playing nice too long, it's time for Big Kev to start wrecking shop.
Nash looks over and sees Jericho. Tired of playing nice, he goes right on the attack. He picks up Jericho and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. Next he extends his leg and starts to choke Jericho out with his boot. He let's go and The Man falls to the mat. He on all fours and grabs onto Nash's pants. Big Kev just wraps his hand around Jericho's throat and hoists him high into the air. Once again wanting to eliminate someone in a hard fashion, He walks Jericho over to the ropes, looking to chokeslam him to the floor! Jericho punches Nash's extended arm which lowers him enough to wrap his arm around his head. He falls to the apron and is essentially trying to DDT him out of the ring. Nash's power allows him to not completely fall over but half his body is hanging over the top rope. Jericho is pulling him with all his strength but it's Noam Dar who runs over, grabbing Nash's legs and flipping him over the ropes! Nash falls to the floor as does Jericho but Y2J hangs onto the ropes, his feet dangling. Dar celebrates, thinking he just won the whole thing.
Mauro Ranallo: Noam Dar doesn't realize that Jericho hasn't been eliminated!
Corey Graves: Turn around Dar! Just like his wannabe rock star career, he's somehow managing to hang on!
Jericho pulls himself back up into the ring while Dar is on the middle rope celebrating. Jericho walks over behind him and Dar jumps off, spinning around and jumps right into a codebreaker! The Scottish Supernova appears to have exploded just like his name and Jericho picks up his limp body and tosses him over the ropes! Chris looks down at him with a smile on his face but suddenly Ultramantis Black slides back into the ring. Jericho turns around but it's too late as he's clotheslined over the ropes and falls to the floor below!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ultramantis Black!
Mauro Ranallo: Battle Royals are some of the most unpredictable matches we see in wrestling and Ultramantis just proved that here tonight.
Corey Graves: What are you talking about Mauro. He's a mastermind. He'd had a plan since the beginning. I knew him walking out of his match earlier tonight was a smart thing to do.
Ultramantis celebrates in the ring while the fans boo him as the show moves on.
The scene opens in color to Vinny looking into the camera.
Vinny Marseglia: Failure leaves a man disheveled, especially when there’s so much at stake. It’s like losing multiple times in one folly. But me? I’m a different man. I’m not disheveled, because losing the bait that brought victims to me has only motivated me to get it back. You should all know by now that Vinny Marseglia isn’t someone that spends time licking his wounds. I acknowledge them but am not deterred by them, I always find a way and a reason to keep moving forward.
I’ll admit that I didn’t think Aleister could accomplish what he’s done, and I admit that I was wrong and underestimated him. Beyond that, you get no praise from me, Black. I will not bow to you as the new King because while I lost the championship, I have not surrendered my throne. I will not acknowledge you as God or any other higher power because though you were victorious, you’re still just a man and my loss will be avenged. And in all too pleasing a way, too: the Elimination Chamber.
Multiple opponents means what it has always meant, and that’s more blood for me to spill and Horror for me to bring. The question I have is, what does it mean for you? Can Aleister Black retain his championship in a match of that magnitude against that many opponents? I think no. I think it’s coming right back to where it belongs, in my blood stained grasp drawing forth victims. One by one, each participant but you especially, will get on your knees...and bow down...to the “Horror King”.
It cuts to the commentary booth as the trio address the audience.
Mauro: Undoubtedly a great night of action on this post Summerslam edition of Revolution. But now for a change of pace.
Phillips: Tonight, Aleister Black will be celebrating his historic UWF Championship victory at the second grandest stage of them all. And we'll have front row seats too, eh Corey?
Corey: Awesome. I get to see the title transition from one tattooed freak show to the next. Shut up, Phillips.
Mauro: Before we get to that, we should go over exactly what happened that night at Summerslam.
It shows a clip of Aleister Black landing on his feet after a failed moonsault plancha attempt, only to get back suplexed onto the apron with "LAST SATURDAY" written in the corner.
Phillips: It truly was a hard-hitting affair, Mauro. We got to see two of the hungriest guys on the roster throw everything they got at each other for control of the world title.
It then shows Vinny busting out Inksanity, one of his old indie finishers, only for Aleister Black.
Mauro: You're right when you say they threw everything at each other because that's exactly what we saw. We saw Vinny bust out Inksanity in this HELLACIOUS match when all else failed, and even THAT couldn't put one man away.
It finally shows the final move, a ripcord Black Mass with all of the force and velocity Black could possibly muster behind it.
Corey: But in the end, it all closed with a Black Mass. Two, actually. Here's the move that put that moron Vinny away. Too bad one of these guys actually had to win.
It cuts back to the stage as the announcers quickly quiet down.
Out of the Black hits the speakers yet again as fans across the arena and even the world voice their displeasure for their new UWF Champion. This doesn't affect Black, as he emerges from the curtain, with a twisted, black, metal crown in one hand, and the UWF Championship in the other. He stops at the top of the ramp to raise his title high in the air, as he's met by a chorus of disapproval. He still maintains the same unwavering, serious expression as he begins walking down the ramp.
Phillips: The newest King of the Ring… walking out to the ring with the spoils of the war in his hands. And you gotta think he wants to make an impression in his first week as champ.
Graves: Hopefully. Someone please, for the love of God, get me invested.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen… making his way to the ring… the reigning UWF Champion, Aleister… Black!
The announcement of his name only serves to elicit more booes as he rounds the ring and grabs a mic from the timekeeper’s area. He jumps up onto the now-carpeted apron and enters the ring, not bothering to wipe his boots on it. Hastily, he throws himself into a corner, arms wrapped around the ropes, looking out into the audience. He steps back and holds the UWF Title up before he puts his title on a podium that is already set up in the middle of the ring. It's only a matter of time before the mic is up to his mouth.
Aleister: You shouldn't...be… surprised.
His stern demeanour quickly breaks into an unsettling smirk as the crowd jeer.
Aleister: Less than a year ago, I stood in front of all of you with my very own Television Title, and I told you that. I stood in front of you, and I told you EXACTLY what the truth was. I told you that I was going to take over this company. That I was going to make due on all of my promises. That I… was going to capture every title this company had to offer, and that you shouldn't be surprised. And one undefeated streak later, one RECORD-BREAKING Television Championship reign later, one KING… OF THE RING tournament later, I stand in front of you as not just the undisputed UWF Champion, no no no. I STAND in front of you as THE triple champ. I won every title this company still has to offer. Intercontinental. Television. World. And here I stand at the top of the mountain. Now I'm left to look at the people whose praises I've been force fed over the past two years, the ones who I'm supposed to look up to, and I can't help but laugh. Sheamus, Cesaro, Vinny… I've already SURPASSED THEM. NOW, I am undisputedly the most decorated professional wrestler of ALL TIME. I destroyed this company, and I rebuilt it in my image in three days. What now?
And yet you all… seem… surprised. You all just don't believe me, do you? Because all of the favorite superstars on your T-shirts and sippy cups from the merch store told you not to. Because you live vicariously through their continued denial of reality. They tell themselves, they tell you that because the truth isn't convenient. But do you think it really matters to me? All of those men held their beliefs until the very end. And guess what? They all fell one by one like dominoes. Those men… they were all WEAK. Vinny Marseglia… was WEAK. Chris Jericho… was WEAK. Every single man I fought in the King of the Ring tournament was a weak, pathetic excuse of an opponent. And I guess that's the best I'll ever get, isn't it?
He turns to the back, not giving the fans a moment to boo.
Aleister: Fill out that yearly Elimination Chamber you always seem to do with all the men you want. Put your golden boy Chris, and the one who walks all over you week after week Joe, and the leech who feeds off of free tickets to PPV matches Woods, and put your mutated little Hot Topic dweller Vinny in there too for good measure. Because I won't let them steal what's rightfully mine. You've already failed once, Carter. You set out to stop me from getting to the top and you LOST. Do you think your own little midcard brigade is going to stop me? No. No, no no NO. CARTER. It's USELESS. You aren't locking me in an Elimination Chamber with seven other men. You're locking seven other men in an Elimination Chamber with Aleister… Black. And all of the miles of chain in it that you brag about will be your ultimate downfall when I use each and every foot of it to torture and put to death each of your last seven chances. I killed the UWF at Summerslam. And now I rebuild it in my image.
He picks up his World Title and leans in the corner with it.
Aleister: So I dare those of you who want to step into that chamber and know true fear to go ahead and try. I'll be waiting. I'll be watching. Yet again I find myself at the top of the mountain, watching people clamber up the side for a chance to get put down. Just as I did when I won the Television Title. And just as I did when I won the Intercontinental Title before that. You are ALL fighting for a shot to LEECH off of what I earned. You're eating scraps off my table. You're stealing my spotlight. And I won't let you take it. I won't let you take ANY of it. It's MINE. I EARNED IT. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I-
Aleister's words are cut off as WALTER's music hits the PA system just as the fans reach a critical mass of heat. The sound is almost unfamiliar at first with how long he's been gone, but the audience soon finde out exactly what's going on, and they pop HARD. Aleister, however, recognizes it immediately and stops dead in his tracks. man in question immediately emerges from the back with a mic, standing at the top of the stage proudly. He begins walking down the ramp.
Mauro: What's WALTER doing here?!
Phillips: Oh. My. God.
He pulls himself up with the ropes and wipes his boots on the apron before stepping through the ropes to come face to face with Black.
WALTER: So this is what you've done without me, eh? You’ve got yourself a shiny new belt, you’ve got quite a few impressive wins, and you've got a crown to boot. Bravo, Aleister. You claim to be all these things, and yet you'll always be incomplete., won't you?
He points at Black.
WALTER: You said something about being triple champion, if I remember correctly. And while you may be all that and more, there will always be one thing you can't obtain, not without me. The tag team championships.
From day one, you've claimed we're the most real tag team this roster has to offer. So I'm going to give you a dose of that reality. I'm tired of sitting in the back with nothing to do. I'm tired of lying to the fans and saying I'm ready to wrestle again when I'm not booked for the next week, for the next month, for the next YEAR. And I'm tired of waiting in the back for you to change for the better when you never will. I've spent hours after hours watching you spiral downwards and go mad with power after a couple of matches. I'm not going to let you hit the bottom. Not now. Not HERE. Not when my job and my livelihood is on the line. I NEED this. I NEED another chance. This sport matters to me, and I won't let you tarnish it, Aleister.
So I extend to you my final offer. Look at the reality of the matter, Black. You have a belt, you have a plethora of achievements, but you are slowly becoming hollow. You are becoming a maddened shell of what you once were. But together, we can reform the New Sumerian Death Squad. We can take control of the tag and singles divisions. Everything you've claimed can come to fruition.
He extends a single hand.
WALTER: Will you accept? Or will you destine yourself to eternal mediocrity?
Aleister Black looks down at his hand. And, with a moment of consideration, he shakes it. The fans cheer Black for once.
Aleister: You're correct, WALTER. I've allowed myself to become weak. And to truly ascend to the top of this company, I must eradicate my weakness from the face of this company.
His docile facade falters. His eyes darken.
Aleister: Unfortunately for you, WALTER, that weakness doesn't lie in what I've done or what I believe. No, no, no I AM PERFECT. It lies in a man who I have let leech off of my success for one week too long. Sitting in my spotlight for weeks on end, doing nothing. I can't let that continue.
WALTER's expression gets a lot more serious. He already knows what's up. Aleister keeps WALTER's hand in his grip.
Aleister: Goodbye, WALTER. Your time here has been… terminated.
WALTER, with his one free hand, swings first with a massive chop out of self-defense. It finds nothing but air as Aleister ducks it and wraps the hand he had held around WALTER's waist. He spins WALTER around and catches him with a HUGE ripcord roundhouse kick that sends the Austrian crumpling to the mat like a sack of bricks.
Phillips: No!
Graves: Yes!
Aleister unleashes an almost primal yell all the way down as WALTER hits the ground, letting loose months of frustration. He finally pieces together a coherent phrase as he pulls at his hair, screaming "YOU DID THIS. YOU'RE THE REASON I LOST MY TITLE. YOU TARNISHED MY RECORD. THIS IS MY SPOTLIGHT." His face contorts into that of absolute hatred and disgust. Then, a sick smile spreads across it.
He drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, obviously having more in mind. He throws the ring apron up, looking at what lies behind it. Eventually, he procures two objects. A chair, and a bag of thumbtacks. The crowd pops for the former, though they sit scared of what he might do with it. It won't be long until they find out. Aleister walks up the stairs to stalk his prey, clearly not in a hurry. WALTER is only barely regaining his senses as he slowly pushes his head up off the mat. Aleister throws the chair into the ring, keeping a hold on the tacks. WALTER doesn't get much reprise as Black steps through the ropes, and instead of pouring the tacks on the mat, he opens the bag and PULLS IT OVER WALTER'S HEAD BEFORE SEALING IT SHUT.
Mauro: OH MY GOD. ALEISTER JUST-
He isn't done. Aleister frames WALTER with his hands as the larger man tries desperately to get the bag off. Little does he realize, it's too late. Aleister lowers his hands, spins around and CONNECTS WITH THE BLACK MASS.
Graves: Holy shit-
Mauro: JUST KICKED TACKS INTO WALTER'S HEAD!
The big man lies on the mat, completely motionless. Black grabs the chair and unfolds it, admiring his handiwork as blood begins seeping out of the bag.
Phillips: Hundreds of thumbtacks just ricocheting around that bag… just horrible…
Graves: Someone get this poor guy some facial reconstruction surgery. He's dead!
Mauro: But why? What did WALTER do to deserve this?
Aleister stares absolute daggers into WALTER's body, before throwing the podium over to collide with him.
Graves: Jesus! That's what months of not pulling your own weight gets you.
Phillips: That's not right! You don't pull your weight on commentary but I don't stick tacks in your eyes!
Security has already begun pouring out from the backstage area to stop Aleister from ending WALTER's career. Soon enough, the ringside area is swarmed with them. Aleister gets up and grabs the chair, brandishing it against anyone who gets close. One of them climbs up onto the apron to talk Black out of it, but Aleister absolutely BRAINS the poor security guard with the chair, sending an unconscious corpse tumbling to the floor. Aleister turns around every so often, threatening the rest of the guards around him. Needless to say, they keep their distance. He then turns his attention back to the broken, beaten-down bull from Vienna. He kicks WALTER over onto his stomach and opens the chair up just to wrap it around WALTER's neck.
Phillips: No, no no no no.
The End puts a boot under WALTER'S chin to guide him up as if setting up for the Black Mass. Black, however, is intent on something far worse, as he only leads him up to his hands and knees. Black pushes himself up to sit on the top rope and begins framing WALTER with his hands again, marking his target; the neck. He stands up so he's standing on the middle rope, and that's when he jumps.
Mauro: NOT LIKE THIS!
Phillips: We saw this against Jonah Rock months ago, but-!
Both of Black's boots collide with the back of WALTER'S skull, sending him straight back to the mat face first. The chair closes around WALTER's neck with a sickening crack. The crowd audibly gasps at the gruesome display of hatred.
Phillips: Nevermind security, someone- someone get the police! This is too far!
Graves: I was praising him earlier but, but this is too far. This is... just sickening.
Mauro: Sickening doesn't even describe it, he… he broke WALTER's neck!
The world champion sits there, laughing madly as WALTER's body begins twitching violently in front of him. He laughs again and again. He begins laughing so hard he starts shaking and coughing, and security finally begins to storm the ring to put separation between the two men. A group of EMTs drags WALTER onto a stretcher and begins moving him out of the ring. The rest of security begin dragging Aleister to his feet by his arms. He offers no resistance. He simply… laughs. Then, the lights cut to black. When they cut back on, Aleister isn't anywhere to be seen. Security begins checking the crowd, under the ring, etc, but he's nowhere. And so is the UWF Championship, which has also disappeared from the ring alongside Aleister Black.
Then, the titantron comes on. It shows the same door from all of Black's promos, only rotted and overtaken by plant life. The message carved into it is still half incomplete, reading, "KILL UV." Then, the U and the half W begin shifting together to form a full W. More letters are carved into the door's surface. In the end, it forms one single phrase.
"KILL WALTER."
Then, it cuts to one final frame. A black screen, reading "9/18/19: EUTHANIZE."
Phillips: Oh… my god…
Everyone in the audience and at ringside stands there confused and awe-struck. Not a single word. Absolute silence as WALTER's remains are dragged backstage by emergency medical personnel. The show ends completely silent as everything slowly fades to black.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Ultramantis vs Styles - Dresden
Ligero/Havoc vs Usos - Jye
Dar vs Woods - George
Sami & Becky vs World Warriors - Gone
DIY vs GOD vs New Kingdom, - Crann
Battle Royal - Danny
OOC: Sorry about the delayed show this week. Most of you all know my dad was in the hospital so I wan't able to write as much as I intended. i think the battle royal suffered a bit because of it. I planned to give guys more chance to shine but couldn't due to time constraints. Either way hope you enjoyed the show.
