Post by crann on Oct 2, 2019 23:54:01 GMT -6
The recorded video feed opens up outside of Take Two Interactive’s headquarters and slowly transitions to the inside of the building where a member of the 2K development team is giving UWF Intercontinental Champion Noam Dar a tour of the facilities as well an inside look at the final stages of development for UWF 2K20 ahead of its general release next month.
2K Terry: So our aim was improve several elements of the game this year including the chain wrestling ability and also some additional customization options for the characters, arenas, and championships. So now we’re getting ready for the final tests to make sure the gameplay flows smoothly before we then ship for release.
Noam Dar: Well I have tae say that from what I’ve seen today, UWF 2K20 looks immense. You’re all a credit tae the world of game development. I can’t wait tae boss all the dafties at it and show that I’m not only the Intercontinental champ, but also the undisputed gaming champ. I do have question for you though…
2K Terry: Sure, that’s what I’m here for.
Noam Dar: This is of course Supernova 11’s first appearance in a UWF game, and I’m dying tae know, what’s my overall rating?
2K Terry: I believe we’ve given you a rating of 69 this year.
Noam Dar: …. Are you taking the pish!?...
Dar loses his cool and suddenly grabs 2K Terry by the throat.
Noam Dar: 69!? Sixty Nine!? You think you’re funny!? Am I a joke tae you!?
2K Terry: I’m sorry! We had to finalize the ratings back at Wrestlemania weekend, but because we hadn’t seen you wrestle we didn’t really know what the best to give you was!
Dar is still fuming but let’s go of 2K Terry’s throat and pushes him away.
Noam Dar: So who is the highest rated dafty in the game then?
2K Terry: It’s Vinny Marseglia.
Noam Dar: …. Come on! Don’t you lot watch Revolution!? I beat Vinny Marshmallow! This is totally unacceptable! Screw it, let me play the test version, and I’ll show you that your game rating system is an Andre The Giant sized pile of garbage!
Rubbing his throat in pain, 2K Terry reluctantly leads Dar down the corridor and to a room with a screen and a PS4. A number of worried employees look on as Terry invites his demanding guest to take a seat and proceeds to hand him a controller. Dar navigates the menu and selects a 6 man elimination contest from the match menu. The Ayrial Assassin naturally chooses himself as the human player and selects AJ Styles, Drew McIntyre, Johnny Gargano, Roman Reigns and Sami Zayn as the CPU opponents. Dar appears to cheer up slightly when he sees his character make his entrance in the game, but he has no interest in watching the other ones and begins tapping the X button repeatedly in order to skip and proceed with the match.
Ding Ding Ding!!!
‘Dar’ sends Dar charging in the direction of Gargano in order to deliver a quick strike, but he’s immediately cut off by Styles who delivers a tilt-a-whirl side slam which ‘Dar’ did not see coming. ‘Dar’ wants to get back up, but before he can he’s kept down by McIntyre who begins to deliver some hard hitting ground strikes. Reigns and Zayn are grappling on the other side of the ring but it appears the other in-game characters are just waiting to get a piece of Dar. A motion appears on screen which prompts a quick ring exit option, but as ‘Dar’ nudges the button to do just that, the game appears to glitch slightly and Dar instead just rolls across the ring and up into the path of Gargano who hits a back suplex. ‘Dar’ is getting frustrated by his inability to have any impact on the game so far and is once again grounded and has to eat more hits from McIntyre and Styles. Eventually the two start to attack each other which allows Dar to return to his feet, but just as soon as he’s back up he’s then back down again as Reigns flies in with a Superman Punch. Gargano picks Dar up and irish whips him into the turnbuckle, but there’s no time to recover as this time Zayn is conveniently on hand to deliver a Helluva Kick. ‘Dar’ at this point has given up and watches on as his character is propped back up to his feet by McIntyre who then backs off and allows Styles to come in and hit the Styles Clash. An immediate pin attempt follows and ‘Dar’ doesn’t even bother trying to kick out of it…
One…
Two…
Three!!!
Noam Dar has been eliminated!
Dar then rises up out of his seat and begins to sarcastically clap at the game loss. 2K Terry is stood there in a stunned state and is completely lost for words. The Scottish Supernova drops the controller and then puts his hand on Terry’s shoulder before laughing with his mouth shut. Terry also laughs in the hope that this is the response that Dar is after, but it doesn’t work as the Intercontinental champion grabs Terry by the back of the neck and throws him right into the TV screen which knocks it off its stand and leaves the screen in a broken state. Dar looks down at Terry who is out for the count as other members of staff in the background can be heard screaming for security to come and assist. Dar then kicks Terry to the side and picks up his Intercontinental title in order to make a quick exit from the building before the security arrives. The cameras start to fade away as he begins to hastily walk down the corridor.
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. Tonight we have a great show. In singles action, the returning Kevin Nash takes on Noam Dar.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action, AJ Styles versus Shibata, Neville versus Ligero, and Brookes versus McIntyre.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag action, New Kingdom versus New Day and the World Warriors versus the Usos.
Corey Graves: And in our main event it’s the Chamber participants in action as the team of Aleister Black, Xavier Woods, and Vinny Marseglia go head-to-head with the trio of Johnny Morrison, Samoa Joe, and Ultramantis Black.
Tom Phillips: But that's enough from us here at commentary as we're prepared to get right into the action!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
WOLFPAC IN DA HOUUUUUUUSE!
The crowd erupts in cheers as the Wolf howl echoed throughout the arena. Scott Hall comes sliding from behind the curtain in his signature fashion. He pauses a moment on the entrance stage and throws one arm out to the side and the other over his head and pointing towards the stage as Kevin Nash comes walking out in all his coolness. Nash pauses to give Scott a Wolfpac salute before hoisting his fist up over his head.
"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.
[/div][/i]DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Dar places the jacket up in the corner and then turns to turn his attention inside of the ring, where Nash is doing some pre match stretches, rolling his wrists. He then steps forward out of the corner, as does Dar, and they slam together into a lockup quickly. They then tighten in on each other, and make sure that they’re keeping a lot of strength in their grip.
Mauro Ranallo: Here we go, underway into this matchup with a lockup to start us up here.
Kevin Nash then suddenly pushes away with the arm and then gains in a hard headlock in on Noam Dar, wrenching in as tight as he can. As he does this, Dar pivots around, and then drops down into a seated position, flipping Nash over, as Noam protects his neck, and lands Nash flat out on his back.
Dar then reaches down and gains a hold of the head of Kevin Nash and pulls him up to his feet and before Dar can do anything to Nash, he gets clocked with an uppercut stunning him slightly on his feet. As he does this, Nash gains full footing and then lays in another jab to the side of Dar’s face, stunning him back towards the ropes.
Tom Phillips: It’s nice to see Kevin Nash thrive in the UWF, his success with the Outsiders, his singles power has not been lesser however, he’s always thrived. Look at the Royal Rumble earlier this year for instance!
Nash takes a step back from Dar who is leaning against the ropes, and then goes to drive at him with a massive big boot knocking him over, but suddenly Dar ducks out of the way, and Nash’s foot gets caught up in the ropes! He can’t get out, despite his efforts to pull himself efforts to get himself out.
Dar takes advantage of this, and gets back up to his feet, and then runs up punting at the back of Nash’s knee with the front of his calf. With this, Nash falls back, getting the foot loose out of the rope, but looking rather nasty on him, which could potentially due to the leg being injured.
Corey Graves: Quick thinking from Dar could really cut the time of this match in half.
Nash tries to get back up to try and get some revenge from that, but he collapses back down and instantly clamps his hands onto his leg. He rolls in pain for a second, as Dar backs up to the corner. Nash rolls onto his knees to try and get back up again, but suddenly Dar rushes through and hits the Rolling Nova kick. He hooks both of Nash’s legs.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Noam Dar!
Dar stands up from Nash, and gets his hand raised by the referee as Nash rolls out to the outside, where a medical team member checks out his leg. Dar then demands his championship to hold.
Corey Graves: I wasn’t lying when I said that the time can really be cut in half! One slip up and it can all be over.
Dar gets his championship from the referee, and then taunts Nash with it on the outside, and then points to himself as the champion, and perhaps is implying that’s the reason he’s not. Dar then heads down the ramp and gives a glimpse back, holding his championship high to taunt the crowd who boos on.
The scene opens up to Grado and Boar chilling in their apartment. Boar begins surfing channels when he notices an clock on the vcr. He nudges Grado and the two go check it out.
The Proletariat Boar:”Huh! I wonder what this is? The clock seems to be stuck to the VCR. I wonder what would happen if I smash the clock.”
Grado:”Ay! Why do ya have to go and smash stuff, all the time! Listen we cost DIY the match so there’s no reason to be mad bout losing to So just calm down and don’t smash the clo-OH COME ON MATE!”
Just as the words escape Grado’s mouth, Boar smashes the clock but it doesn’t break instead a flash light blinds them and they just blink a bit.
Grado:”What da hell? A light? Whatever just stop smashing stuff you stump pig.”
??: ”You boys ready for DIY, this week?”
That’s not Tessa in fact Tessa wasn’t even at the apartment who could it be? Grado and Boar go inspect it when they see a face they thought they would have never see again. KAVAL
The Proletariat Boar:”Uh Ki? Is that you? What are you doing here and why are you talking bout DIY? We’re facing the Usos?”
Kaval just laughs!
Kaval:”Hahahahaha! Silly Boar, no you’re facing DIY in the first round of the Tag Team Tournament, also MY NAME IS NOT LOW KI, ITS KAVAL! Anyway I’m gonna buy us some Ice Cream so see ya later.”
Kaval leaves as Boar and Grado look confused until the realized that they Time Traveled! THAT VCR WAS A TIME MACHINE! They rush back to the vcr, and fix the clock and Boar smashes it again, and they get blinded by a light. Grado immediately calls Tessa.
Tessa Blanchard:”What? Worried about the Uso’s? Listen I told you and Boar you guys got them you don’t need me for this. So yeah bye sweetie.”
Grado sighs of relief as Tessa hangs up and Grado and Boar pass out on the couch.
*we see Jimmy looking at a cup, of what seems to be wine, which it's on a table*
Jimmy: Hello everyone, it's me Jimmy Havoc. First off, i want to thank Ligero for being my partner and helping me win our match against The Usos. And i'm not going to waste more time, so let's get to the point: Roman Reigns, you attacked me after my and Ligero's match against your cousins, The Usos. I get that you wanted to attack me after what i did to you on our match prior to the Summerslam 8 way match.
*Jimmy drinks from the cup but instead of the normal color a wine would have, the color of the liquid is red*
Jimmy: But honestly, the way you have been attacking me, it makes it look like you're the bad guy. Also, don't worry fans: this isn't blood, it's just wine with a bit of red untoxic color.
*Jimmy ends his cup and then draws a line with the red wine that he had on his mouth*
Jimmy: Roman, you have been attacking me either with the help of your cousins and eliminating me on that battle royale ain't that much of a victory considering i had a match earlier in the night and you didn't.
*We see Jimmy grabbing some black paint and doing first an "X" over the red line and afterwards writing "Hardcore match" with the paint*
Jimmy: Roman, you and me, one-on-one at Genesis. Hardcore match. You got your vengeance twice on one night by eliminating me of the Battle Royal match, even if i was tired due to competing on a match earlier and you weren't, and by attacking me after i and Ligero won our match against The Usos. Now, at Genesis, it's my time to get vengeance and when i'm done with you, this "X" over the red line that i painted, will be a reality as i'll have beaten all members of the Bloodline whether by myself or with help from Ligero.
*the segment ends with Jimmy simply staring at the camera and then doing a little smile*
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
Shibata does not come out until he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
Shibata calmly walks out with his head down. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.
Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed. He finally lifts his head as he stares at the entrance waiting for his opponent.
He does not move his eyes, or any muscle until his opponent has entered the ring. Then, he will stare them down until he hears the bell.
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
After Tony finishes up his announcement Styles turns around with his hands still up in the Phenomenal pose, and then gets in the face of Shibata. He then throws his hands down, and gets directly up to his face, and begins to talk some trash, and laughs, turning back to his corner. Shibata however still stands there, idle.
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Styles turns around and then heads through into the ring. He then goes to run at Shibata, to blast him with an attack that’ll take him out early, but when he goes to do this, he gets clocked with a huge headbutt knocking him down to the mat, and flat out to the mat! Shibata hooks both legs!
Mauro Ranallo: Styles clocked with a huge headbutt mamma mia!
Tom Phillips: This could be it!
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Katsuyori Shibata!
The fans went wild as they realise what has just happened to the legendary AJ Styles, standing up and cheering the man who is as worthy to cause such an incident like this. Shibata stands up, and gets his hand raised by the referee, with the little trickle of blood going down his face, from the force of that headbutt.
Corey Graves: Going into a matchup, you never expect something like that. For a man like Shibata to go out and do that to a man like AJ Styles, it’s shocking to say the least.
Styles rolls out, grasping tight in on his head, and shame smeared all over his face. Shibata stands tall, and leans forward onto the top rope, and stares off into the adoring crowd after what he just did, as the camera cuts to elsewhere.
The cameras open on an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere at night time. The church is lit up by an orange hue coming from the inside. The cameras enter the church to find both Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano sat inside. A small bonfire is in between the pair. As the cameras move closer, we can see that Ciampa is tearing up 8x10s and throwing them into the fire.
Tommaso Ciampa: Johnny and I teamed up to become DIY for one reason only. We are simply.. the best. We question the impossible and we challenge the impossible. We push ourselves to the limit every damn match. They told us that we are nothing, they have all underestimated us for months and months. They told us we were losers born on the wrong side of the tracks. Never have they looked into our eyes and observed us as characters, as people.
Ciampa continuously rips 8x10s as Gargano speaks up.
Johnny Gargano: Had we not have lost to the Outsiders or have been injured pre-Wrestlemania.. maybe things would be a lot different but then again, everything happens for a reason. If we held the straps then perhaps they would still try to wave us off. There are too many teams within this company that still misjudge, and underestimate who we are. Teams underestimate us, for what? To prove what? To prove that they’re stronger? To prove that they call all the shots? Maybe.. maybe some of them do call the shots but one thing is for certain, we don’t abide by other people’s rules.
Ciampa wipes his hands on his t shirt and then stamps out the fire. The pair begin to walk out of the church. The cameras follow.
Tommaso Ciampa: The name of our team makes a statement, not only does it represent us as a duo but it represents our lifestyles. We do things ourselves because no one else will do them for us. If that means breaking a few rules then so what? I stand with my brother Johnny and he stands with me. No matter what, we come out and we reign hell on whoever is stood across from us. Now, I’m sure the majority of you have heard that we’ve got a little PPV coming up called Genesis. Funnily enough, we know all about Genesis…
Johnny stares directly into the camera whilst speaking.
Johnny Gargano: Genesis 1:16.. God made two great lights; the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. WE ARE those lights. The Blackheart, Tomasso Ciampa governs the night. He brings darkness upon those who do wrong to him, he is the moon. Me.. Rebelheart? I’m the sun. I shine brighter than all, people think that I represent a ray of hope within this world. But honestly, if you get too close, I’ll burn your ass. We’re utterly sick of the disrespect and the people that underestimate us. We are THE two brightest stars in all of sports entertainment, let alone the UWF. We’re not just coming for the tag titles, we’re ready to finish off the whole division. When we wear that gold around our waists, only then will you all realise what champions look and act like. After Genesis is out of the way, whoever holds the gold better watch their backs. We are prepared to do ANYTHING to get what we want. Believe in #DIY.
The two walk past the camera as the church completely combusts. It seems as though DIY are ready for whatever Genesis has in store for them. The scene fades with only the burning church in shot.
“It’s funny in retrospect. How that all went down. How I got embarrassed for weeks on weeks due to one man’s fault. But he’s long gone. For now in the present I seem to get only embarrassed even greater, but sitting back and reflecting on it, I have to question, is it on me?”
Suddenly the camera pans up, and it reveals Adrian Neville sitting there with a grin on his face.
Adrian Neville: You bet your arse it isn’t! Last week, that was only a mere slip up. Everyone knows that, those who don’t are only fooling themselves. I’m going straight back to the top, and I’m doing it with goddamn force ya hear me?! I’m gonna batter this joke known as El Ligero, and then I’m going to walk forward and get my fuckin’ belt back from that daft ol’ Scot.
I’ve heard that Marty has his court date, and it’ll be revealed on what his sentence will be. Let’s all hope that pathetic man doesn’t dare step to me. Whether he’s behind bars, or out in the open. I saw his little clip, and I bet he feels right proud of himself. Coming for me is a wrong move though boy, because I’m fucking untouchable.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
Red light filled the arena, white spotlights moved around the crowd as the letters "CCK" and the name "Chris Brookes" appeared on the main titantron.
An English band echoed throughout the arena, that band being none other than IDLES, with their song 'Well Done'. Chris would exit the back and continue down the ramp as he always has before slowly approaching the ring.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Tipton, England, UK, weighing in at 187 pounds. He is THE Calamari Catch King! Chris... Brookes!
Brookes would circle the ring, tagging a single fan as he passes by, he clambers up the apron nearest to the 2nd turnbuckle and takes a swig of his water bottle, before turning around to face the crowd and the close-up camera. He hooks his arms onto the top ropes, leaning in at the camera, only stopped by the ropes.
Shortly after, he would pull himself back to the ropes, threading himself in between the top and middle ropes before running up to the turnbuckle on his side of the ring, standing up on the middle turnbuckle, tall, before sitting down and waiting for his opponent to get ready.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Tipton, England, UK, weighing in at 187 pounds. He is THE Calamari Catch King! Chris... Brookes!
Brookes would circle the ring, tagging a single fan as he passes by, he clambers up the apron nearest to the 2nd turnbuckle and takes a swig of his water bottle, before turning around to face the crowd and the close-up camera. He hooks his arms onto the top ropes, leaning in at the camera, only stopped by the ropes.
Shortly after, he would pull himself back to the ropes, threading himself in between the top and middle ropes before running up to the turnbuckle on his side of the ring, standing up on the middle turnbuckle, tall, before sitting down and waiting for his opponent to get ready.
Drew McIntyre comes out with his hair covering his face, as "The Day The Day The World Went Away " rings throughout the arena, The crowd try to drown out the music with their distain...
Drew stops the top of the ramp...
Drew stops for a few moments as the beat slows before picking up again, As it does Drew flicks his head back sending his hair back out of his face. Drew looks forward with a look of determenation and unwavering intent...
Drew begins to make his way towards the ring...
Michael Buffer: Making his way to the ring at a height of 6'8 inches and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the UWF Prime Time Champion, Drew McIntyre!
McIntyre stops before hitting the ringside as he looks to the ring with an intense look, for his next battle...
McIntyre continues down to the ringside as he goes around the ring as he jumps to the apron before making his way into the ring...
McIntyre waits for the match to start as he removes his kilt and hands off his championship.
DING! DING!
Drew sways his hair back, and Brookes finalises his pre match stretches out of the corner to get ready for this matchup. He then looks around, pushing out of the corner, as Drew seems to be readying Brookes up for something. With that Drew runs directly at Brookes and clocks him with the huge Claymore kick! Brookes gets turned inside out, and Drew hooks both legs.
One….
Mauro Ranallo: Whaaat?!
Two…
Corey Graves: Is this it?!
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Drew McIntyre!
Tom Phillips: That sent a message, that’s for certain! Drew McIntyre really just knocked the spirit out of Chris Brookes!
Drew stands tall after getting off Brookes, and gets his hand raised by the referee. He then smiles, as he looks at the grounded Brookes in agony, as he mouths off “pathetic” to the man on the ground. He then walks to the ropes, and climbs through heading to the back after that huge win over the Television Champion.
The camera feed cuts to a fancy club where we see the diamond Tessa Blanchard drinking some champagne, and looking at her phone.
Tessa Blanchard:”Oh I’m sorry do you want something? Oh, my bad you’re the cameraman, humph no much of anything, oh well you’ll do.”
She puts her phone up and applies some make up making sure she looks good (she always does) for her close up.
Tessa Blanchard:”UWF Universe, so glad you poor saps could join me at this beautiful club. Now let’s cut to the chase there’s some things I need to address, and the first is my boys loss to Bami. They got the better in that encounter but notice how it only happened once Becky put her hands on me, ON ME! Who does “The Man” think she is? She’s lucky I’m not pressing charges, or more importantly issuing a challenge to her in the ring. Becky and Sami can “celebrate” because the World Warriors had the last laugh.”
She laughs a bit as she drinks some more champagne.
Tessa Blanchard:”Ya see twitter blew up, when the World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat, The Proletariat Boar, The Proletariat Boar of Moldova! When they attacked DIY, when they cost DIY a contenders match, and left them laying. It’s funny see ,while I didn’t actually command Boar and Grado to do that, they did that attack on their own. I agree and I respect what they did. DIY didn’t deserve that, HELL DIY didn’t deserve their victory against us, and we paid them back. Once that match was announced I knew Boar and Grado where itching to make sure Little Piglet Wrestling and The Sicilian Pooh Bear would not, I repeat would NOT be walking out as #1 contenders, and they didn’t.”
Tessa just smirks as she is relishing the “victory” over DIY.
Tessa Blanchard:”Well, I bet DIY is pissed off, I get it, I’d be pissed off too, but this week the Warriors aren’t worried, well they shouldn’t be, I mean the usos? Puhlease. So DIY if you two boys are still mad, well The Warriors will finish the Usos real quick, in case you losers wanna get beat down again.”
Her smugness disappears as she takes another swig of champagne and her face becomes as serious as stone.
Tessa Blanchard:”Finally my last point of business, the battle royale was a big surprise wasn't it? Who would have thought that, the DnD Dork Ultramantis Black would have won it all. Hmph not me, but a lot of people on the internet where shocked when I wasn’t in it. Let me clarify, I was offered to be in by Mr.Carter, I declined because I am full on focusing on The World Warriors. I will not be accused of focusing on my career, I’m already a Diamond, but Grado and Boar still need some polish. So as of now I’m a strictly the Manager of the World Warriors, but if need to I’ll settle a score in the ring, whether its Becky, or taking New Day down in a 6 man, hell if Johnny wants to see his wife get her ass beat, I’ll take them in a 6 man too. I may be a pretty face, but I not afraid to get my hands dirty. Now good bye, losers enjoy the rest of your show.”
The feed switches back to somethings else.
The feed settles on darkness. A still shot of nothingness. Then, suddenly, a voice. A man, speaking.
What do you think of when you think of desire? For me, the answer to that question is simple. Desire is an emotion beneath me in every way, with one exception. I don't desire fame, I don't desire fortune. I don't even desire glory. I desire perfection.
The shot suddenly brightens, and standing, looking away from the camera, is Johnny Morrison. The Cosmic Crusader continues.
In so many ways, I am perfection personified. Samoa Joe himself has called me the "perfect athlete," and when you gaze upon my physique and watch the things I have shown myself capable of doing in the ring, well, that's impossible to refute. But being the best in that ring, and knowing I am the best in that ring, means nothing if I don't have the one object that signifies I am the best in that ring. And currently, that object lies snug around the waist of a scoundrel.
There's a pause. Morrison's head turns and he stares into the camera.
It wasn't meant to be this way. It was my destiny to win that championship at Summerslam. It was my destiny to topple Vinny Marseglia and claim the UWF Championship. But that fate was stolen from me by a man I have since beaten so badly he may never be seen in this company again. AJ Styles, like the proverbial albatross, has been lifted from my shoulders and once again I am free to soar, uninhibited by his petty jealousy. And the mere thought of that must terrify Aleister Black, because when he last went man to man with me, he was going to lose.
Morrison cracks a confident smirk as the camera shakes slightly.
Aleister, I'm going to speak directly to you, now. You know that your championship reign is on borrowed time. You had to have expected that eventually I would come seeking my revenge, and now that I'm on your doorstep, you must be terrified more than any of the many men you've brutalized on your way to that throne of lies you sit upon. You're no champion, and you're no king. And tonight, when we stand opposite one another in a UWF ring, I'm going to expose you as the fraud you are. Then, at the Elimination Chamber? I'm going to close the book on your shameful moment in the spotlight. Or, to put it in language you can understand, Al: at Genesis, Johnny Morrison is going to personally make sure that your campaign to kill the UWF, along with the stain you call a career in this company, both of them will fade... to... black.
Morrison, as he finishes speaking his words, raises a hand in the shot and snaps his fingers. As soon as he does, the light cuts out, the shot settles on darkness once more, and after several moments of silence, the feed moves along.
The scene fades to the Uso's already in the ring doing their pre-match rituals with Naomi in their corner.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first… accompanied by Naomi… The Usos!
The Usos throw their hands up in the air as they wait for their opponents.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents…
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the match starts. Jimmy starting for his team and Grado for his. They don't hesitate to get this match underway. They immediately lock up in an elbow and collar tie up trying to wrestle for supremacy in the early goings of this match up. Grado wins the upper hand as he slips behind Jimmy and gets him in a Waistlock. Jimmy slips his thumbs between Grado's arms and pushes down before popping his hip to get the release. In one swift move, Jimmy keeps one hand wrapped around Grado's arm and pulls down for an Arm Drag. This leaves Grado in a sitting position primed and ready to get reamed by Jimmy.
Jimmy runs the ropes and comes off the rebound and jumps over Grado with a flip but wraps his arms around Grado's head on the fall to hit a Neckbreaker. Jimmy gets to his feet as Grado holds his neck in pain. Jimmy goes over to Grado and drags him over to the Uso's corner and tags in his brother before lifting Grado up for a Scoopslam, and Jey comes flying off the top rope with a Leg Drop. He hops into the pin!
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT AT ONE AND A HALF!!
Mauro Ranallo: Usos taking full control of this match in the early goings here.
Corey Graves: Let's see how long they can keep it up. I give it 2 minutes—No! Less than that. 1 minute!
Jey springs to his feet to stay on the attack. He lays some stomps into Grado before running the ropes, but on the rebound, Grado has found new life, and he's there to meet Jey! Jey leapfrogs over Grado and Jimmy tags himself in as Jey bounces off the ropes and goes for a Crossbody on the big man!—but no! Grado in a test of strength catches the Uso—but before he can hit a move, Jimmy comes flying from a springboard to hit a Dropkick straight to the upper chest of Grado causing him to fall backwards, and Jey adds insult to injury as his weight crashes down on Grado as well. Jey rolls out the ring and Jimmy makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T—
BOAR BREAKS IT UP AT TWO AND ONE FOURTH WITH A HELLACIOUS STOMP!
Tom Phillips: And Boar breaks up a pin attempt that could've very well sealed the Usos a victory, here tonight.
Tom Phillips: Notice anything with what you said, Tom?—It was all past tense verbs you've used. "Could've sealed", but they didn't. And I don't think they will!
Boar gets Jimmy up and rams him into the middle turnbuckle of the World Warriors' side where Tessa begins wildling her team up with some obnoxious cheering. The crowd boos at the heelish tactics of the WW, but the team doesn't care. Jimmy comes out of the middle turnbuckle and falls into a seated position to the bottom. Boar drags Grado over to their corner and tags himself in while Grado rolls onto the apron.
Boar begins laying in kicks to the gut of Jimmy before washing Jimmy's face with his foot. He then pulls Jimmy out of the corner and into the center of the ring and to his feet to hit the Boarhug! Jimmy is aching in pain reaching for someone or something. Boar purposely turns Jimmy towards his corner so he can force Naomi to watch her husband in pain. Naomi is shouting for her hubbie to stay in it. Jey has sprawled back to the apron by now, as well, reaching his hand out to tag in and help his brother.
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy may very well fade here!
Jimmy is beginning to tire out as he becomes more and more limp—but no! Jimmy begins to get a second wind as Naomi, Jey and the crowd clap along for him. Jimmy begins laying in elbows into the back of the head of Boar that staggers him. Boar drops Jimmy as he holds his head and falls to a knee. Jimmy stumbles back and sees this as prime opportunity! He runs at Boar, leaps off his knee and over Boar's shoulder to make the tag to Jey!
Boar gets up and quickly turns around to see Jey coming in for a hot tag with a Leaping Forearm but Boar slips around and catches him in a Waistlock before taking Jey down with a brutal German Suplex! BUT JEY ROLLS THROUGH IT! Both men get to their feet and Boar looks on stunned! Boar comes running in for a wild swing but Jey ducks underneath and runs the ropes and hits a Jumping Clothesline! Boar gets back to his feet as if he never got off them in the first place, and Jey hits another Jumping Clothesline! When Boar gets up the third time, Jey Irish Whips him into the ropes. The ref signals with his hands and yells something, but Jey is in beast mode and is not paying attention! On the rebound he hits a Backbody Drop sending Boar into the Usos' corner.
Mauro Ranallo: I think it's time for the infamous Hip Attack from the Jey Uso!
Tom Phillips: Let's get Usos Crazy!
Corey Graves: You somehow make me want to root for the World Warriors, Phillips—that's a bad thing.
Jey backs up and shouts "Uce" and the crowd replies "O!" He comes running in when he sees in the corner of his eye Tessa grabs Naomi by the hair and throws her into the ring steps near the entrance ramp. Jey stops dead in his tracks as he watches Jimmy try to intervene. But in the midst of the commotion, Boar pushes Jimmy while Grado rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNERS, WORLD WARRIORS!
Mauro Ranallo: Wait! I thought Boar was the legal man!
Tom Phillips: Did the ref make a mistake? Can we get a replay of when the tag happened?
Corey Graves: If you guys paid attention to the match, you'd clearly see Grado made a tag, take a look!
The screen cuts to a replay where on the rebound during Jey's hot tag, Grado tapped the shoulder of Boar. That's what the ref was signalling from before! The replay ends and as Corey laughs and mock his fellow announce members; Grado, Boar and Tessa are celebrating in the ring over their cheeky win when suddenly a slow clapping is heard from backstage. A spotlight hits the stage as #DIY - Tomasso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano walk out slowly onto the stage with mics in their hands. They address the World Warriors.
Tommaso Ciampa: ...World Warriors, if it wasn't for you then we would be #1 Contenders for the tag titles right about now. We don’t understand what goes on in your maggot infested brains but we do understand one thing..
Johnny Gargano: We understand that a larvae has to shed its skin before becoming the head honcho of the colony. You’re trying to make a name for yourselves.. by attacking the one team you can’t seem to beat. Now I’m stumped because if you are as good as you make yourselves out to be, why is it that we keep whooping your asses every time we go toe to toe?
Tommaso Ciampa: It’s funny to me, why did you attack us last week? Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re completely ashamed at yourselves because you’ll never be able to be as good as we are. But for those wondering why we have come out here - we haven’t come to blindside you. Hell, we’d have done that minutes ago so we didn’t have to sit through that shit show of a match. No, we’re out here to issue a challenge to you, World Warriors.
Johnny Gargano: I’m sure you’ve heard that Genesis is coming up right? We put this to you.. World Warriors vs DIY at Genesis. I love a trilogy as much as the next guy so what do you say? We understand that it might be a bit daunting so we understand if you decline honestly. It's okay to be scared.
Grado and Boar turn to face DIY, as Tessa joins them she hands them a mic and motions for them to answer. Boar takes the mic but just shakes his head.
The Proletariat Boar: "You boys don’t get it do you? We didn’t attack you to make a name for ourselves, we attacked you to right a wrong, you two nerds didn’t deserve to be in that match, HELL you didn't beat us last week, I WAS NOT LEGAL, me tapping out to Johnny Virgin was to conserve my energy, but that idiot official FUCKED UP. So me and Grado we settled the score. You two weren’t gonna win anyway, so the way I see it, we did you a favor. But we do want to settle the score so a match between us at Genesis sounds fun what do you say Grado?”
Grado: "I don’t understand why you two have such big mouths, talking shite that Candy can’t save you fools from, but fine we accept. Lil Johnny and Lil Tommy wanna play fine cuz at Genesis, The World Warriors well we’re gonna finish what the N Dubya O started! And once you two are six feet underground, and poor Little Candy is the only one at your funeral, crying her pretty little eyes out, she’ll have two people to blame, and it ain’t us, ITS YERSEL!”
Tessa Blanchard: "In short, they accept, so at UWF Genesis, it will be #DIY vs The World Warriors, you’re welcome Drake Maverick because I just did your job for you. Now if you two would excuse me, get out of our way, we accepted your challenge I don’t need to see your losers anymore.”
Ciampa and Gargano look at each other. They smirk at each other, then look to the ring and begin nodding at the World Warriors.
Johnny Gargano: I can't wait to see how you conserve your energy come Genesis, because if our past two bouts are anything to go off of.. you're accepting your own demise, World Warriors. Everyone shouts out about the nWo and how they're gonna 'finish the job'. You can't finish a job that never even started in the first place.
Tommaso Ciampa: Ladies and gentlemen, you've just seen a prime example of how to put the last nail in your coffin tonight. We'll see you at Genesis.. when we meet you in the middle.. for the third time. No one will survive.
Ciampa's grin begins to widen once again. He waves down the ramp at the World Warriors. Johnny pats him on the back as their theme rings out around the arena. DIY leave the arena and the scene fades.
-IN THE COURT-
Judge: All rise. This shall be the one and only court date for this case, for one Martin Scurll. May the court defendants and prosecutors make their presence known.
The prosecutor side stands as Post Malone who stands with his lawyer, by name Gerald Fergerson. Marty doesn’t stand, as he is still awaiting his lawyer.
Judge: May the defendants stand.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: I’m sorry my honour, the lawyer will probably not show, he cost quite a bit and was a bit of a tough sell to get here. To be honest, if he doesn’t turn up within the hour, I don’t think he ever wi-
Suddenly the court doors fly open, and a Mexican man in an open shirt stands there, with trimmed up hair. It’s Super Crazy! The legendary UWF lawyer is here, despite Marty and his friend, Juventud, previous dispute, ending in his retirement. He walks down to court side and stands beside Scurll. Scurll whispers towards Super Crazy.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: I can’t believe you shown up, how did you forgive what I did?
Super Crazy: Si.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: That’s all I need.
-VICTIM QUESTIONING-
Judge: Post Malone to the stands. Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth on America?
Post Malone: Yes sir.
Judge: The prosecution will question at this time.
Gerald Fergerson: Uh- um. Let me just get my notes.
There is a little awkward silence as this man continues to shuffle through his notes, and then stands out into the main part to question Post.
Gerald Fergerson: Do you know Martin Scurll?
Post Malone: Only from that sporadic incident.
Gerald Fergerson: Could you relay how you met him in this sporadic incident.
Post Malone: One moment I’m popping beer caps the next I’m bloodied in a warehouse, it’s a blur to me to be honest.
Gerald Fergerson: How much pain and distress did this cause to you?
Post Malone: I mean, I’m not that bothered to be honest with you Gerry, I’ve recovered well, and I don’t think it was out of spite to my life.
Gerald stares daggers down at Post Malone. He then turns over several notes, as he’s just messed him completely up.
Gerald Fergerson: But his attack did threaten your life, no?
Post Malone: If it would’ve it would had happened.
Gerald Fergerson: With the severity of the attack it was surely a potential outcome.
Post Malone: Maybe it would’ve.
Gerald Fergerson: Uh… that’s all my questions my honor.
Judge: May the defendants advocate stand to question at this time.
Super Crazy: Si.
Super Crazy stands and heads to stand in front of Post Malone. He stares him down deadpan in the eyes.
Post Malone: Uh-
Super Crazy glimmers in his eyes and then rests his head slightly facing the ground.
Post Malone: Look man, I don’t even wanna be here right now, the man didn’t even come near to killing me off.
Super Crazy sits back down and the Judge speaks up.
Judge: Is that all the questioning at this time?
Super Crazy: Si.
"THE VILLAIN" Marty Scurll: Damn, he's good.
-HIT IT MORGAN-
Morgan Freeman: As this court case went through the week, the more and more Super Crazy got people in questioning to plead that Martin was in fact an innocent man. Much to the confusion of the media. Perhaps as confusing about Marty having enough money to fund me being able on this thing, but nevertheless, here we are today. The Jury had their verdict.
-THE VERDICT-
Judge: All rise. Has the Jury found a verdict at this time?
A member of the Jury stands to give the verdict.
Jury: Yes, my honor.
Judge: For attempted murder?
Jury: Not guilty, innocent.
Judge: For that is all of the charges, Marty Scurll is free to go. Court and case closed.
-I N N O C E N T-
The scene fades to the New Day walking backstage with gleeful smiles when an interviewer comes up to them and stops them for an interview.
Interviewer: New Day, Big E and Kofi Kingston will be taking on Guerillas of Destiny at Genesis for the UWF Tag Team Championships. Worried at all going into this match?
The New Day look at each other before laughing simultaneously, spit practically spewing in the interviewer's face as Big E laughs a hardy har.
Big E: Worried? Oh, no, we are not worried. We've beaten them, what? Twice now? Guerillas of Dookie are of the olden days—we are the New Day. They are no longer in their prime, but we are, and we will stay your UWF Tag Team Champs for as long as we live! And that ain't happened yet!
Kofi Kingston: What E says is right. We aren't worried about them, should we? Maybe a little so, we seen what they've done to past opponents.
Xavier Woods: Lose?
Kofi Kingston: That, but also, they can be brutal and they were once dominant competitors at one point.
Xavier Woods: A broken clock is right twice a day, let's just hope they're not right by the time Genesis comes.
Kofi Kingston: How can they be right when we yank those hands right out the clock? Then they'll never be right again!
Big E: Woodsy, you see, we do not underestimate, we are estimating perfectly! Everything we have said, we have done. And when we say we are gonna beat down, it is not a prediction—it is a spoiler on the magnitude of Infinity War!
Xavier Woods: Very outdated movie/meme, come on, E, keep with the times! Everyone is talking about the Joker movie now! Like when he—
Big E: SPOILERS!
Kofi Kingston: SPOILERS!
Xavier Woods: Right, I forgot you guys didn't see it yet.
Kofi Kingston: Ya know what happens if we catch you spoiling movies for us, man.
Big E: Kofi brings the cuffs, I bring the syrup.
Kofi Kingston: What? No! We shame him with pancakes!
Xavier Woods: No! Not the pancakes! Pancakes are meant for food, not to be hurled at people!
Kofi Kingston: Then don't spoil movies we ain't seen yet, man.
Xavier Woods: Okay, okay, geez.
Interviewer: Can we get back to the subject at hand, fellas? I actually have a question for Xavier Woods.
Xavier Woods: Yes, my favourite subject besides video games and pancakes.
Interviewer: Your tag match tonight, how are you feeling, especially since this is your first main event.
Xavier Woods: Nervous, to be quite honest. And it's not that it's about being in the main event itself, it's no different when I wrestle any other match, the difference isn't me being in the ring with key players of the main event, the difference is me having to lead a team, that I said were fine, but in all reality, are not. I got two hounds wanting to eat all right—eat each other. I'll try my best to be the mediator—the peacekeeper—but who knows what will happen. They know this is a big up for us, so hopefully they can put their differences aside until Genesis.
Kofi Kingston: Couldn't have said it better myself. You're a good leader, man. Even if we do butt heads sometimes. I'm sure you'll do great.
Big E: Win or lose, advantage or not, underdogs always get their big break sooner or later. Remember that. Now if you excuse us random interviewer that has no face and we've never seen in our life—we got matches to prepare for. New Kingdom is about to fall under a new regime… THE NEW DAY! BECAAAAUUUSE…
NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!
The show takes us backstage where assistant GM and overseer of the UWF World Tag Team division Drake Maverick is standing by.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and I trust that you are enjoying our programming tonight. Earlier this evening, the World Warriors defeated the Usos in tag team competition before being challenged by DIY to a match at Genesis. While generally I like to exercise complete authority over the division, I agree that the tension that has come to a boil between these two teams needs to be resolved to preserve the integrity of the division, and so I am here to officially announce that at Genesis, we will have the World Warriors versus Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano, also known as DIY.
There's a pop from the crowd who are watching this segment live on the 'Tron. Drake raises a finger, however, so as to add something.
But! It wouldn't be a Maverick announcement without an unexpected twist and the twist is this: since she has started managing them, Tessa Blanchard has shown a tendency to disrupt World Warrior match-ups. This is unacceptable behavior that flies in the face of everything I hope for this division to represent, from fairness to sportsmanlike competition, which is why at Genesis I am officially banning her from ringside. That's all from me for now, and I hope you have a good evening.
With that, Drake steps out of the shot. The fans pop at this surprise as commentary hypes it up, the show moving to a commercial break.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”I Am Above” by In Flames is the theme as two-thirds of The New Kingdom come walking out, Darby Allin and the “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi. Sinn and Darby look at one another before looking ahead and making their way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Seattle, Washington and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds. Representing The New Kingdom, the team of Darby Allin and the, “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi!
Each man enters the ring as Darby heads to the top and crosses his arms across his chest as Sinn removes his mask to reveal his painted face. Darby falls backward and appears he’s set to hit the mat but he rolls and lands on his feet as Sinn laughs and asks the crowd, ”Are you ready to get weird?” as the two men now prepare for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring with Kofi and E wearing the tag team championships around their waists as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!
They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. E gets up, and they excitedly wait for the match to start.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it's decided that the bigger men — Bodhi for the New Kingdom and Big E for the New Day — are going to get things started here. The pair circle one another in the ring before tying up, each trying to fight for some superiority in the collar-and-elbow. Big E uses sheer strength to get the edge and repositions behind Bodhi, keeping a hold cinched around his waist. Bodhi, however, throws a wild elbow that connects with E's gut and forces the tag champion to release the hold, then quickly spins into a discus forearm that sends E careening into the New Kingdom's corner. Bodhi charges straight at Big E and connects with a corner clothesline, then hammers him repeatedly with the inside of his forearm as Darby Allin tags in, scurrying up to the top rope behind E. As soon as he's in position, Bodhi gets out of the way and Allin flips over E, catching him with a Stunner on the way down! Big E quickly pushes back to his feet, but Allin clutches him from behind and pushes him into the ropes! E pushes back away from them and Allin pulls him down into an O'Connor roll-up! Big E kicks out before the one count, but Darby uses the momentum to leap onto the rope and hit a quick tornillo splash, hooking the leg as the fans buzz!
Corey Graves: The New Kingdom showing their killer instinct right off the hop here and this may be the most focused I've ever seen them.
Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Corey. By going for the early cover they've made it clear that as much as they both like to cause pain, they want this win over the UWF World Tag Champions.
1...
...NO!
Big E kicks out quick and is equally fast getting back to his feet, but Allin allows no separation as he charges right at the big man and shotgun dropkicks him, sending E crashing back into the Kingdom's corner. Allin runs right at him, but E actually steps out and throws a back elbow that catches the Invisible Man flatfooted and connects flush with his jaw, sending him stumbling to one knee with his back turned to E. This proves to be a dangerous position as E walks straight up to him, deadlifts him into position on the shoulder, and connects with a running powerslam! Allin arches his back on impact as E gets to his feet and heads to his corner, tagging in Kingston.
Tom Phillips: Just under five minutes into this thing and already we've seen tags from both teams.
Corey Graves: In high-caliber competitive wrestling like this, it's important for the legal man to be as fresh as possible. Big E took a bit of a beating, so he's tagging out.
Kingston crosses the ring and pulls Darby to his feet, but as he does Allin shoves him away, falling back into the ropes simultaneously. Allin runs at Kofi, but Kofi charges him as well, leaping into the air and taking Allin back to the canvas with a double foot stomp to the chest! Allin falls hard to the canvas clutching his chest, but Kofi has no intention of leaving it at that as he runs from the ropes directly adjacent to Allin, leaps up onto one and bounces off of it chest-first almost as though doing a push-up on it before launching himself to connect with a reverse slingshot body splash! Kofi hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: Darby Allin keeps this thing alive with that kickout right at two.
Tom Phillips: It's crazy how quickly momentum has turned around here, Mauro!
Kofi finds his feet a second before Darby and tries to quickly ground Allin again with a running chop, but Allin ducks under, running to the ropes. As Kofi turns around, Allin again connects with a shotgun dropkick, sending Kofi stumbling out of the ring through the middle and top ropes to crash to the floor below! Allin uses the opportunity to take a quick breather as Kofi recovers on the outside, then charges the ropes and leaps through them with a suicide dive, sending both men crashing down!
Mauro Ranallo: Tope suicida!
As Allin pulls Kofi to his feet, Kingston shoves him away and then tries for a quick lariat out of desperation, but Darby catches the arm and runs toward the apron, leaping up onto it before flipping over Kofi and bringing him hard back down to the floor with a lucha arm drag! Before Kofi can really even react to that, Darby has him back on his feet and throws him into the ring, positioning the tag champion so that his upper body is under the rope, with his head hanging over the edge of the canvas. Allin then holds a hand high before bringing it down hard on Kofi's chest! Kingston clutches his chest, screaming as he rolls into the ring proper and away from Allin, who climbs up onto the apron and heads for the top rope.
Corey Graves: Darby Allin's going to the high-rent district!
Allin finds the top rope but before he can do anything with it, Big E grabs his ankle! Allin tries to pull himself free, but E keeps an ironclad hold on the leg, so Allin instead just pivots and punts E in the face with his free foot! E stumbles backward and releases the ankle, but he's bought Kofi enough time to recover, and as Darby repositions Kofi runs at him, leaping up onto the second rope and grabbing Darby in a belly-to-belly clutch before launching both himself and Allin off the top with a superplex! Allin lands hard, but so does Kofi, and there's a huge pop from the crowd at the display of unexpected athleticism and strength. Fans of the tag champions even kick up a "NEW! DAY ROCKS!" chant.
Tom Phillips: In the words of my broadcast partner here, mamma mia!
Mauro Ranallo: Thanks for stealing my thunder, Phillips. Kofi Kingston with an absolutely fantastic belly-to-belly superplex there and this thing has been blown wide open!
The official is keeping a close eye on things but with little movement from either man, he starts a ten-count. It's at four that both men start crawling, but not toward their corners — instead, toward each other. When they find eachother near the middle of the ring, both men push to their knees and start trading fists. Kofi is the first to make it to one knee, after pummeling Allin with a closed fist to the forehead. Allin grabs his shoulder and uses it to pull to one knee, then hits him with a quick little hook from the right. Kofi reels slightly, wobbling a bit, but responds with a forearm smash as he pushes up to his base. Allin clubs Kofi in the stomach, then rolls backward to his feet. Kofi runs at him and attempts a jumping clothesline, but Allin catches the arm in both hands and rolls Kofi back to the canvas before locking in a Fujiwara armbar! While hyperextending the elbow joint, Allin also grabs the fingers of the trapped hand and starts bending them in every wrong direction possible, Kofi crying out in agony! The hold doesn't last much longer than that, however, as Allin is hit from behind by a running boot to the back of the skull by Big E!
Corey Graves: Big E saves the match for his team with that brutal kick to the head!
The official rebukes E, but he simply shrugs as he heads back to his corner, knowing he did what he needed to do to keep the match alive. Once again with little movement from the two legal men, the official starts his count, reaching five before both start crawling for their corners. Allin gets to his first and makes a hot tag to Sinn, who quickly enters the ring, dashes across it, and drags Kofi back toward the middle of it before dropping an elbow on his spine. Bodhi then pulls Kofi to his feet and sends him into the corner, charging straight at him. Kofi, however, has is scouted and in a dazzling display he hits a pendulum kick! Sinn stumbles backward, clutching at his painted face as Kofi scurries up to the top rope and leaps off intending to hit a plancha, only to be caught by a dropkick from Bodhi mid-air! Kofi flops to the canvas as Sinn heads right over and deadlifts the tag champion into a bone-crunching bearhug! The fans react in a mixed way as Bodhi compresses Kofi's chest cavity, the New Day man feebly attempting to strike his way to freedom with clubbing blows to whatever parts of Sinn he can reach before his lights start to fade. Just as he is about to pass out, Sinn throws Kofi to the canvas where he ragdolls, flopping onto his stomach. Bodhi then charges right at him and connects with the Hell-bow to the skull! The fans are again mixed as Bodhi rolls Kofi over and covers.
1...
2...
...NO! Big E breaks up the pin!
Tom Phillips: More heroics from Big E there!
Mauro Ranallo: These two men are World Tag Champions for a reason, and that teamwork is most on display in moments like this when one man desperately needs the other.
Bodhi finds his feet fast and as Big E has turned to exit the ring, he doesn't see Sinn coming; Sinn connects with a running double ax handle that sends E into the corner. Sinn then sends E off the ropes, charging him and turning him damn near inside out with a Hellion Hammer! The fans are now booing; Big E was not the legal man, and these measures were probably not necessary, so they're not a fan of Bodhi's brutality. Sinn then turns to deal with Kingston but discovers he's not only on his feet, he's also already charging him and Kofi connects with Trouble in Paradise! A huge pop resounds from the fans as Kingston leaps on top for the cover and they count with the official.
1...
2...
...
Tom Phillips: Wha--?!?
Corey Graves: Hahaha! It's the Number One Contenders! They've decided to make their presence felt here tonight and I love it!
Indeed it is as Tama Tonga has pulled the official out of the ring and laid him out with a quick Gun-Stun! The fans are booing as Tanga Loa enters the ring, Kofi getting to his feet only to be grounded by a spear-tackle before Loa takes a full mount and hammers him with clubbing blows to the face. Tonga enters the ring at the same time as Allin, and when Darby charges him, Tonga drifts under the incoming shotgun dropkick! As Allin finds his feet, Tonga leaps and connects with a quick Headshrinker! Allin rolls out of the ring, Bodhi already out there, and the New Kingdom give their heads a shake as the official, now recovered, calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Your winners, by disqualification,
THE NEW DAY!
The New Kingdom seem particularly enraged by this decision and immediately round the ring to protest with the officials that they had no involvement in this result while Tonga and Loa continue to lay into Kofi until E hits the ring and takes them down, one at a time, with big clotheslines. The G.O.D. men beat a hasty retreat through the crowd, but the damage is done as E drops to one knee to try and support Kofi, who has a busted lip and is clearly checked out after the beatdown. Xavier Woods rushes down the ramp to support his teammates in the ring and the trio watch as their Genesis foes pose near one of the exits, the fans booing furiously.
Tom Phillips: Once again, the Guerillas of Destiny have ruined a perfectly good match-up by inserting themselves at the worst possible time. This is disgusting!
Mauro Ranallo: I usually strive for objectivity but tonight I have to agree with you, Phillips. That ambush was utterly unnecessary.
Corey Graves: This is all part of GOD's strategy heading into Genesis, gentlemen: they're trying to get into the New Day's head and convince them that they can strike anytime and anywhere, with impunity! I'd say they did exactly that tonight!
As New Day lick their wounds and New Kingdom seethe on the outside, the feed moves along.
Vinny Marseglia: Don’t let this recess from all-out war where we have to team up allow you to get it misconstrued, this is still very personal between the six of us and all of that’s going to come to a head at Genesis. It’s where the pretenders are going to get slain by the genuine article when I take a false god, a false destroyer, a false warrior, a false beacon of hope, and a false immortal and leave their blood on the steel and chain surrounding us. Piling up multiple bodies is what I do, I’ve turned more wriggling bodies into corpses than anyone else can put on their resume and that gives me the best odds of survival when that structure becomes our grounds to try and do so.
So while I’m willing to do what needs to be done tonight, it’s not the most important thing. The most important thing is reclaiming the UWF Championship and bringing the victims flocking like starving souls to a smorgasbord. And that’s exactly what is going to be done, but not before you all bow.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
A Cartoon Narrator says "Ladies and Gentlemen, Its time for the Amazing Adventures of your Favourite Luchador.....El Ligero!!!" as the song cues and an excited Ligero runs from the back and looks out to the crowd, he walks down the ramp, high fiving as many fans as he can before he gets to ringside where he steps up to the apron and Springboards over the top rope and back 3 or 4 times before entering the ring and running to the Hardcam's Right corner and poses.
Announcer: Introducing from Los Sanchos, Mexico, the Amazing, Elllllllllllllllllllll Ligerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The song “Rottweiler” by IDLES blasts into the arena blasting the arena with some aggressive scrappy tunes representing the fire that is now within Adrian Neville, freshly off losing his Intercontinental Championship in a Triple Threat match.
“THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT...
THERE’S A RAT IN MY CAGE...
THERE’S A SHARK AT MY FEET…
THAT’S BEEN CIRCLING FOR DAYS...”
As the chorus kicks in on the song Adrian Neville blasts through the curtain aggressively, nothing else special. He walks dead down the ramp, no stopping for this man has an intention, and that's to dethrone the UWF and take it for his once again.
Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, Adrian Neville!”
Neville stomps down to the ring quickly and disregarding everyone in attendance tonight. He then stops at the side furthest from the hardcam, and stops, giving a glance off to the crowd in attendance. Neville then slides in and then Neville runs up on the ropes to pose.
Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner for the matchup, rolling his neck, and keeping his eyes wide open.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, El Ligero connects with a Soccer Kick to the midsection of Neville as Neville hunches over a bit, unwillingly leaving his upper back and shoulders open as Ligero starts windmilling with both fists, landing clubbing blows to the exposed area. Neville thrusts forward, taking Ligero off his feet, as he charges the corner and drives his opponent back first into it and holds him there for a moment. It’s soon seen that he isn’t borrowing a page from anyone with the delay though, Ligero moved and guided Neville’s head towards the post and now he’s a bit dazed. Ligero guides Neville away from him and up, connecting with a thrust of his hand to the throat before leaping up and grabbing Neville around the neck, swinging downward and driving him into the mat with a Spike DDT!
Ligero gets up as Neville pushes himself up from the mat with his arms and starts shaking his head. Ligero winds back his leg and goes for a kick but Neville grabs his leg and tries to pull him off balance but Ligero grabs the ropes to each side as he pulls himself out of Neville’s grip and manages to slingshot him forward, moving out of the way as Neville hits the corner chest first. Ligero is behind Neville as he starts delivering kicks to the lower back, connecting with a few before an angry Neville turns around and blocks one, contorting Ligero’s leg and forcing him to the mat. Neville spits on his opponent as he continues to bend the leg, then suddenly slams it against the mat as Ligero sits up, crying out in pain.
Neville grabs Ligero’s horns and pulls him up, forcing his head down as he raises a knee to meet his foe’s head. Ligero is dazed as Neville repeats this, striking with the other knee. Neville now falls split-legged, planting his opponent’s face into the mat as he climbs back to his feet, guiding Ligero back up to a vertical base by the horns before slinging him into the nearest corner. As Ligero hits impactfully, Neville outstretches his leg and holds his boot to his opponent’s throat, blatantly choking him as the referee tries to intervene. Neville lowers his leg before the official starts counting and delivers a knee to Ligero’s abdomen. As Ligero coughs from the impact, Neville turns his back and hooks his head, leaping forward and going for a Bulldog but Ligero pushes on him while he’s in mid-air and Neville hits the mat on his tailbone. As he sits up holding his tailbone area, he turns to face Ligero as Ligero connects with a Running Dropkick!
Neville hits the mat and rolls backward onto his feet as the two men charge one another, each connecting with a Lariat at the same time as they simultaneously hit the mat.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Ranallo: Two of the UWF's finest both coming out second-best in a round of chicken. What impact!
Ligero shakes the cobwebs and kip-ups back to his feet, and is treated to a big ol' ovation from the capacity crowd for his troubles. They love that kind of thing. Not to be out-done, Neville pulls the same stunt but gets boo'd for it cause those marks are fickle as figs in February. The two Limeys circle each other, abandoning the break-neck pace for something of a feeling-out process. Ligero extends a curious hand. Neville considers it before tentatively interlocking with his fingers. We're halfway to a proper lock-up. There's some wrist-twisting and foot-maneuvering before they finally hook the other hands together. And we're off to the races!
A power struggle ensues! It's physical chess at the highest level. Every inch given and taken was earned over hundreds of hours of exercise and practice leading up to this encounter. Every knowing swivel and pivot is owed to a lifetime dedicated to the study of the graps. These two men, renowned for their UK toughness and high-flying prowess, are, at heart, tactical phenoms unlike any -
Phillips:And Neville knees him in the stomach!
Ranallo: You couldn't buy a cheaper shot at Dollarama!
Graves: It was perfectly legal, you hack!
Ligero doubles over after taking a shinbone to the tummy. With the fans showing his perpetually soaked dome with a lathering of hate and spite, the former IC champ grabs some mask and some tights and torpedos that Ligero kid headlong into the nearest turnbuckle. He stops instantly when the callous metal post decides it's not going anywhere no matter how many times these boys ram it.
Neville yanks him backwards after that, hooks some arms around the waste and flattens him with a high-angle German suplex, bridging for the pin. Stripes hits the mat to count it...
1...
2....
Kicks out! A sigh of relief from the people. Ligero is still in this thing, even if he's a little worse for wear. Neville picks that dude up off the canvas and says "hey, hows about a chop across your chest?" but instead of saying it with words, he says it with his hand. A razor edge blow lands with a lightning crack over the bear chest of his foe. Ligero, friggin pervert that he is, likes it. He's feelin' it. He asks for another and Neville obliges. Harder this time. Ligero stumbles back. That sting is really a' stingin. But he demands just one more from Adrian. So Neville, well, what's he to do? He lines it up just right, gets the angles accounted for and swings a chop full-bore right into Ligero's heart.
CRACK.
They hear that shit in the nosebleeds. Ligero howls in pain, but he's ascended to the next level. The goose is loose, baby. He goes on the offensive, firing back wit chop after chop of his own and just laying into Neville, who, at first, manages to put up a fight and return some shots before turtling up and then just taking the storm like he's the coast of Louisiana and he doesn't have a choice about it. Ligero punctuates the flurry with a Bionic Elbow that dazes and confuses Newcastle's finest. Then he adds a little P.S. and Superkick's him right in the kisser! Neville goes down! Ligero covers!
1...
2...
Neville gets a shoulder up at a deep two! "No way" says the crowd. "Yes way" says the Referee.
Graves: It's going to take a lot more than that to put down Neville.
Ranallo: Yes but Ligero is controlling the pace of this contest right now and I'm not sure if the former Champ can take too many more Superkicks like that one!
Ligero takes a moment to get back to a vertical base. He adjusts his mask before going to pick up Neville, who has already found his way up a single knee. Ligero looks to grab a hold of him but Neville, crafty cat that he is, shoves Ligey back and right in the Official! Oh snap! REF BUMP! Stripes goes down like he's riding next to Jackie Onasis with the roof up. Ligero tumbles awkwardly over top while Neville immediately capitalizes, blasting his opponent across the face with a running knee strike that would surely have broken his jaw were it not for the protective lucha mask.
Phillips: This match should be thrown out! Don't try and tell me that wasn't intentional!
Graves: Unfortunate, yes, but don't be a conspiracy theory nerd, Phillips. The Referee was in a terrible position and he paid for it. If anything, Neville should be upset! He could have this match won but there's nobody to count the fall now!
But the ol' Black Rose doesn't seem too concerned with scoring a pin just yet. He steps over Ligero, climbs out and down through the ropes and drags the other guy to the floor with him. Ligero is out on his feet and the last thing he needs right now is to get Irish Whipped into some steel steps! But here goes nothin'! BOOM! Ligero knocks the tower of steps over as he collides with it the meteor collided with Pangea and killed the dinosaurs. Shame, that.
Neville takes a leisurely pace on the follow up. The crowd boos their faces off and really let him have it, but that's water off a duck's back, as far as he's concerned. Every petty insult hurled his way by the luchador, and every ounce of indignation he's still festering over concerning that Dar loss - its all playing out here, now, in the theater of violence, smackdab in the rule-free wastleland of RefBumpsVille - population: these scoundrels.
Some jabronie fan in the front lips off a little smart for his own good. Neville grabs him by the back of the face and smacks his face down into the railing. Slept. Neville reaches over the barrier and grabs the chair the guy used to be sitting it, folds it up and then blasts Ligero across the back with it, just as he's about to get up again. Another volley of boos from the crowd.
Ranallo: This is going too far now! Somebody needs to come out here and stop this.
Graves: Do you wanna be the guy to try and tell Neville what he can and can't do right now?
Phillips: Somebody should check on that fan.
But nobody does. He came alone and he will bleed alone. Neville casts the bent chair aside like he was casting aside gabage on the sidewalk. Remember, he's an absolute bastard, so he totally litters. Ligero crawls away, down on his hands and knees, while Neville stalks him like a panther might stalk a different panther if it wanted to eat that panther. Eventually, Ligero rounds the corner of the outside of the squared circle and finds himself at the commentary area. He uses the table to help himself up. Neville watches. And waits. And then clobbers him in the back of the head with a running forearm!
The force of the blow lays Ligero out somethin' fierce, and he sprawls out over the table. The commentary team clears off but Neville is about to break a table on free TV. It's not even the main event. He does poor Tom Phillips' drink all over Ligero, though, adding some insult to injury. More boos from the crowd. They hate his freakin' guts.
From there, Neville skrrts Ligero back under the ropes and into the ring. The Brit scales the apron behind him and when the timing his right, springboards on to and then off of the ropes, nailing a picture perfect 450 splash to flatten the poor Lucha guy like a pancake. The syrup is sweat. Still, though, the Ref is down. Nobody to count a pinfall. So Nevill just gets up, walks over to the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd.
Graves: When you're that talented, you don't have to be popular. His actions speak for themselves.
Phillips: Yes. He's a bitter cheater.
Graves: Ugh. Shut up, Tom. He's dominating one of the company's top prospects and all you care about is that he spilled your drink.
Ranallo: Neville might just be more interested in sending a message than competing tonight. If that's to Ligero, Dar, management or anyone else, I can't say for sure. Perhaps all the above. We all know how much the English love their fish and chips, and its the latter that Neville is sporting on his shoulder tonight.
Neville hops down from the corner and flips the crowd off. He sees the Ref coming to so he gets back to work, picking up Ligero right in front of him before dropping the guy with a dirty DDT. The Referee, groggy as a grouse, responds to the call of duty and counts it...
1...
2...
But Ligero gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time! Remarkable!
Graves: Are you kidding me? Slow count! Get this amateur out of here!
Phillips: If he's a bit off his mark, its probably because Neville hurt him! That's karma!
Ranallo: Yeah but don't tell that to him! He's furious about it!
Neville gets to his feet super quick and starts yelling at the Official, holding up three fingers and insisting the match should be over. The Ref shakes his head "no" and swears to the old gods and the new that it was a two count. Neville looks like he's about to deck the guy when Ligero sneaks up behind with a roll-up! He catches Neville unawares! Stripes counts it!
Phillips: Ligero with the roll-up outta nowhere!
1...
Graves: What? No!
2...
Ranallo: Will he get it...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER... EL LIGERO!
Neville rolls out of the ring, hands tugging at his hair, eyes wide in shock. He can't even believe it. He had that guy right in the palm of his hand! How even that!?!?
But Ligero, his hand raised high in victory, has a look in his eyes just daring that cheatey cheater Neville to get back in the ring and fight about it. Neville backs away up the ramp, in some serious pissed-off disbelief. The music plays and the people chant Ligero's name.
Ranallo: Ligero comes back to take this win home! A gutsy performance from a promising young talent!
Graves: I call it highway robbery.
Phillips: Neville isn't going to be happy about this one, but hats off to El Ligero for getting a big win over the former champion.
Neville disappears to the back while Ligero continues to celebrate in the ring. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron begins glitching, cutting to black, and then a garbled version of the show graphics, then back to black, then normal, before going black again. All the while, static is playing over the speakers. Finally, a twisted, distorted version of the NSDS logo appears on the screen.
Suddenly, it cuts to a sunny, overgrown church, almost completely abandoned. The walls of the dark room that Aleister Black formerly occupied have now crumbled down, and are lying on the floor. A precession of chanting robed figures in goat masks occupies the lower part of the church. However, above them is a higher part, almost a pedestal, and on it is a silhouette of a man. The man speaks.
Aleister: O Walter! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow — son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
Whence genius wildly flash'd, and high debate.
How soon that voice, majestic and elate,
Melted in dying numbers! Oh! how nigh
Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die
A half-blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate.
But this is past. Thou art among the stars
Of highest heaven to the rolling spheres
Thou sweetly singest naught thy hymning mars,
Above the ingrate world and human fears.
On earth the good man base detraction bars
From thy fair name, and waters it with tears.
He begins laughing as the titantron once again glitches, becoming almost a garbled mess. When it returns to normal, the church is dark, the cultists are gone, and Aleister Black is still in the same position, arms outstretched, looking into the sky. It's dead silent, except for his words.
Aleister: Oh, what an unfortunate fate you suffered, WALTER! You could have just waited. You could have sat out for a few more months and let me hold this belt until they retire me with it. All you had to do... was let me have my moment. But you didn't. You didn't, did you? Because you wanted everything. You wanted as much success as possible without doing any work. Yet again, I CUT something out of my life that causes me distress. And YET AGAIN, you all FAIL to understand why i do it.
He looks down at the camera, shouting passionately.
Aleister: Do you think I WANTED to do this? Do you think that I wanted to kill WALTER, just waiting until the moment his back was turned so I could stab it? No, no, no, no, no. No. I WANTED him to improve. I wanted him to become more. But he just couldn't. He couldn't… adapt to change. That night, he came out, and he STOLE MY MOMENT FROM ME. HE WANTED EVERYTHING. HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, AND HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO. He wanted to leech off of my belt, my success, my title, our TEAM. And then, when he was done robbing me for all I was worth, he was gonna cost me my belt, and start me right back at square one, just as he did at Backlash. And he dressed all of those lies, all of that deceit up under the guise of being CONCERNED FOR ME.
WALTER… was a liar. WALTER was a fraud, and a hack, and a blight on my record, and I regret even giving him the light of day. So I shook his hand, looked him in the eyes, and KICKED his head off.
The fans watching the titantron audibly boo in the background as Aleister begins laughing as he continues.
Aleister: And yet you all just don't understand. Those of you, both backstage and in the crowd, fail to COMPREHEND. So you sit there, and you talk, and you talk, and you talk away about me from the comfort of your front row seats and your mid-carder spots about what the deeper meaning of that attack was. Maybe it's because you're too stupid to rationalize why I kicked your favorite wrestler's head off. Or for those of you backstage, maybe you're trying to find some sort of weakness. Some end-all be-all solution to anything I say that you can bring up because I don't exactly lose too much. You're desperate to be the one to find "Aleister Black's weak point!" And you desperately look through my old footage to find some insecurity, some little crack in the mental armor that you can exploit. But you just... never... will.
His eye twiches.
Aleister: So try. I dare you. TRY to find that weakness. Because you will sure as hell need it, and you sure as hell won't find it. Genesis will come, and Genesis will go, and I will still have this belt with me. I will arrive. I will see. I will conquer. And I'll put each of you through a greater pain than WALTER could ever imagine.
He laughs as it cuts back to the garbled NSDS logo, before Revolution heads elsewhere.
Every light in the arena suddenly cuts out and the fans start to buzz, a low rumble washing over the stands as they begin to question what's going on as moment after moment passes. Then, an iconic bassline, the tap-tap-tap of some drums and a legendary riff begin to play over the arena soundsystem.
The fans are still unsure who this new song heralds, but some spotlights flare to life, sweeping over the crowd as Pink's voice echoes through the air. Then, suddenly, a silence so perfect you can hear a pin drop overtakes the arena, followed by a loud pop as the chorus of "White Rabbit" kicks in and the spotlights merge into a single spot at the center of the stage. A deafening pop and a blinding pyrotechnic explosion follow, and once the smoke settles, a man unseen in the UWF for many years stands with an arm raised at the top of the ramp, smiling widely.
Tony Chimel: From the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!
Moments pass, and then the fans erupt in a massive pop for the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness, first-ever UWF King of the Ring and former European Champion as he makes his way down the ramp. He claps palms with the adoring masses. He jogs up the ring steps. He enters the squared circle. And then, after removing his accessories, he finds a corner and leans in it as he meditates, beseeching the Cosmic Gods for inner peace and harmony before the beginning of this contest.
"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.
Tony Chimel: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!
Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.
Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for his opponent.
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.
Graves: These 3 are an odd pairing, but they haven't had too much problems with each other unlike their opponenents.
Phillips: Speaking of them...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi.
"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 jujumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.
As the lights go out, a now familiar combination of instrumental sounds is heard over the PA system for several seconds before the titantron screen lights up with an image.
As the crowd reacts, the instrumental building, screaming vocals suddenly come in.
”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW
DOWWWNNNN!”
As the screaming prolongs and the instrumentation picks up, suddenly Vinny appears from the back with a red balloon in one hand, his UWF Championship over his shoulder, and his axe at his waist as he heads towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the UWF Champion! The, “Horror King”...Vinny...Marseglia!
Vinny steps up onto the apron, and releases the balloon as he leans back and seems to take in the fear in the air.
Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he gets ready to bring the horror.
The crowd watches until the first chime hits. The lights fade to black as a new song breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Black Sabbath's self-titled song begins slowly building over ist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron. The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.
Aleister slowly walks on stage, forgoing the rest of the fancy stuff. He only staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a new-found purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!
He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. Before the next man enters, he takes off his world championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
Phillips: What. A. Dream. Team.
Ranallo: Better than the Golden State Warriors last year!
Graves: If dream team means weird pairing of people who don't get along then yes, a fantastic dream team!
VS
DING DING DING
Joe is perched in his team's corner ready to fight as the UWF World Champion, Aleister Black gears up across from him... huh?! Vinny Marseglia grabs Aleister Black's hair and pulls through the ropes! He climbs through with a smile and the ref counts it as a tag. Aleister reaches for Vinny but Xavier grabs his hand, wanting to keep some kind of peace between his teammates as Vinny smiles to the crowd. Joe doesn't seem to care and yells at Vinny to lock up. Vinny obliges and they begin with a test of strength that Joe wins out, he transitions Vinny into a headlock but Vinny simply stomps on his foot and elbows him in the gut to escape. Vinny sadistically turns around and smiles at Aleister but Joe rebounds off the ropes and looks for a lariat! Vinny knew this was coming though and kicks him in the gut and starts wailing down axe handles on his back until he collapses to the ground! He then starts grinding his boot laces across Joe's head and stares down Aleister.
Graves: Vinny Marseglia is here to prove something tonight.
Phillips: I'm very surprised at how well he has handled Joe so far.
Ranallo: Especially considering Joe defeated Marseglia while he was champion. I can assume Joe wants to prove something as well, perhaps a bit angry he wasn't given a title shot after pinning the champion.
Vinny lifts Joe's head up as he comes to his knees and runs the ropes, looking for a lariat perhaps but we don't find out as Aleister Black elbows Vinny in the head as he bounces off the ropes! Vinny falls and rolls out the ring and in comes the champ. He gives a threateningly look to the ref who confusingly calls it a tag. Joe's back up though and delivers a palm strike to the head of Aleister! It stuns Aleister and Joe capitalizes with a knee to the gut before kicking out the legs of Aleister, he runs the ropes and gives the kneeing Aleister an enziguri to the dome! He quickly hurls Aleister on his shoulders before tagging in Ultramantis Black. He yells something at Ultramantis and he bounces off the ropes and hits Aleister with a dropkick as he falls from Joe's shoulders.
Phillips: Surprisingly good teamwork from Ultramantis and Samoa Joe!
Graves: What did I tell you Tom?
Ranallo: Like Tom Brady and Julian Edelman!
Ultramantis looks at Aleister and then looks at the turnbuckle and heads up top. Looking to capitalize on something big! As he climbs Aleister rises to a cross-legged position! The peculiar site stops Ultramantis dead in his tracks and Aleister sprints up the turnbuckles to deliver a knee to his head. He keeps his momentum going though and hits a nasty meteora to Joe and Morrison on the apron from the top rope!!! They crash down to the floor outside and Aleister pops up to his feet to be met with a clothesline from Vinny Marseglia on the outside!
Phillips: What the hell is Vinny doing?!
Ranallo: He is a man of chaos Tom, breaking down Aleister Black appears to be more important to him than winning this match.
Vinny snatches Aleister by the hair but he won't be able to fulfill his sadistic pleasures as Ultrmantis Black comes off the top rope with a crossbody! Vinny is down again and Ultramantis drags Aleister into the ring. Ultramantis wastes no time and he grabs Aleister's arms and hoists him on his shoulders. He looks to hit the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex but Aleister flips out behind him and hits Ultramantis with a German Suplex! He bridges for the pin!...
One...
Two...
Th... KICKOUT!!!
Aleister quickly hops up as Ultramantis Black groggily makes it to his feet and looks for another one of his signature moves... he runs and jumps up to the second rope then leaps off for a Springboard Moonsault!!! NO!!! Ultramantis lays a kick into Aleister's gut as he crashes to the mat. Ultramantis crawls into his corner and tags in an eager John Morrison. Johnny waits for Aleister to rise to his feet though instead of immediately capitalizing on the downed champion.
Graves: Remember Aleister Black beat John Morrison in the King Of The Ring tournament. I bet Morrison wants to prove to everyone that he can beat Aleister, which is what he looks to do right here.
Aleister rises to his feet and takes a look at Morrison but just smiles and tags in Xavier Woods. An eager Xavier hops into the ring ready for some action but it is taking place right behind him! Vinny Marseglia comes out of nowhere to sweep the legs of Aleister Black and begins wailing punches down on his head. Xavier turns around, distracted by Vinny's attack and Morrison rolls up Xavier!
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
Xavier hops up to his feet and Morrison looks to meet him with a dropkick but Xavier dodges! Morrison hops up and Xavier tries to elbow him in the face but Morrison blocks and goes for Reality Destroyer! He misses and Xavier runs at him looking for a dropkick but Morrison counters with a Tilt-A-Whirl Back-No! Xavier was able to spin out of it and he meets with Morrison with a discus elbow smash! With Morrison subdued, Xavier heads out the ring to try to break up the fight between his teammates. They've near brawled all around the outside now as Xavier attempts go get himself in the middle of them but they just won't stop going at each other. Xavier just gives up and turns around to head back into the ring but Morrison is right there and crashes to the outside with an Interstellar Leap!!! He takes out all the members of the opposing team and the crowd gives him a colossal cheer for the dazzling move!
Ranallo: Morrison with a HUGE move for his team. This right here is the turning point!
Graves: How chaotic is it gonna be in the elimination chamber when Aleister Black and Vinny Marseglia are actually opponents.
Phillips: They've nearly knocked each other out as teammates.. they just might kill each other as opponents.
Morrison hoists Xavier into the ring and drags him into his corner. He jumps up to the middle rope then to the top for STARSHIP PAIN!!! He hits it! He goes for the pin!
One...
Two...
Three... NO!!!
It's Vinny Marseglia! He breaks the hold in the nick of time!
Graves: Look who decided to actually help their team out for once!
Vinny drags Xavier over to his corner himself then steps outside onto the apron so he can tag himself in but Samoa Joe is there to bulldoze Vinny off the apron! Ultramantis Black tags himself in and lifts Xavier up. He gets the full nelson locked in and then hoists Xavier for a full nelson slam!!! Ultramantis then lifts up Xavier to his feet again... in suplex position! He is going for Cosmic Doom... but Xavier slips out to Ultramantis' back. Ultramantis turns around and is met with a sliding reverse STO from the resilient Woods! Woods has taken lots of punishment and can't capitalize as Ultramantis begins crawling to his corner with Joe silently waiting. Xavier looks back to his corner to see a cross-legged Aleister Black and a laying Vinny Marseglia on the side opposite to him... wonder what happened there. Xavier makes a pleading sign with his hands as he begins to crawl over to Aleister. Ultramantis is already to Joe as he tags him in. Joe charges towards Xavier almost to the waiting Aleister. Aleister isn't exactly doing Xavier any favors though as he just simply waits with no sense of urgency. Xavier just barely tags Aleister and Joe nearly misses him. He's got a new target though and he allows Aleister to step into the ring before immediately charging him! Joe is lightning quit with a powerslam Aleister didn't see coming as he crashes to the mat! Joe pops to his feet and runs the ropes looking for a devastating senton to the mid-section of Aleister but he rolls out the way and Joe's back meets nothing but canvas. Aleister slowly makes his way to his feet and hits Joe with Black Out! The combination of strikes cause Joe to fall as Aleister heads to his corner to begin the ascent to the top rope... but Vinny surprisingly pops up and slaps Aleister in the face then tags himself in! Aleister is enraged and he doesnt see Joe stalking behind him as he catches him with a German Suplex! He rolls through and goes for a Dragon Suplex not realizing Vinny had made the tag... Vinny waits for the perfect opportunity and smashes Joe with an massive elbow, causing him to drop himself and Aleister to the ground.
Phillips: This is it, as long as Vinny does what's right he could pull off the victory for his team.
Ranallo: That elbow hit harder than Lawrence Taylor laying out Joe Theissman!
Graves: Can you chill it with the football references Mauro?
Ranallo: What? It's football season!
Vinny takes a look at Joe then a look at Aleister, pondering his decision of who he should maul. He walks over to Joe but then stops and smiles at Aleister. As Vinny stalks Aleister, Joe stumbles over to his corner to tag in Morrison. Aleister rolls out and the distracted Vinny doesn't see a kick to the head coming! Vinny crawls over to the corner but that isn't a great spot as Morrison runs at him with Brave New Reality! Vinny realizes his predicament at the last second and just barely dives out the way as Johnny's knee collides with the turnbuckle. Vinny rises behind Morrison and turns him around for The Shining! He wastes no time in attempting to execute his finishing maneuver as he lifts Morrison up for Redrum! Vinny has a sick smile on his face as he has Morrison in a high angle position then he... WHAT?! Black Mass!!! From Aleister Black! Aleister just looks down at Vinny before sliding out the ring... and walking to the back. That leaves Xavier Woods as the only standing man from his team as he leans over the ropes and tags himself in.
Graves: So much for that great teamwork Woods had envisioned.
Phillips: I don't think that's in Woods' mind now. He is focused on winning this match, all odds against him or not.
Ranallo: Woods won't give up without a fight... just like the Patriots in Super Bowl 51!
Graves: Damnit Mauro!
Xavier looks ready to take on this challenge... until Samoa Joe tags himself in. The Samoan Destroyer grins as he looks to take out the worn down Xavier. Xavier charges at Joe with everything he's got but Joe just simply cuts him down with a lariat. He hoists Xavier onto the top rope... then onto his shoulders... going for a Muscle Buster to put Xavier out of his misery... but Xavier pops out and rolls Joe up!
One...
Two...
Thre... NO!
Joe is shocked Xavier nearly pinned him and his face becomes even more shocked as he sees a Shining Wizard coming at him! The finishing move hits! Xavier's last burst of energy as he crawls over to Joe to make the cover... but Joe rolls out the ring, tagging Ultramantis Black on the way out. The crowd groans as Xavier nearly pulled off a huge upset but Xavier has no time to dwell on that as Ultramantis attacks him with a series of sickening chops. Xavier just refuses to go down as the chops get louder and louder until Ultramantis just hits him with Divinity Cove! He makes the pin...
One...
Two...
Thr... NO!
Xavier kicks out to the cheers of many! Ultramantis Black is not among those many however and sets up for the Praying Mantis Bomb! He can't gets the arms hooked though! He starts clubbing Xavier with axe handles.. punches... elbows, anything he can think of to get Xavier to ware down so he can lock in the arms but Xavier just refuses and Ultramantis Black is Back Body Dropped by Xavier! Waiting for him however is John Morrison who he immediately tags in and immediately charges at Xavier! Xavier counters with a drop toe hold however and runs the ropes looking for a Shining Wizard!!! Johnny narrowly avoids it and Xavier's momentum takes him down to the mat. He just keeps getting back on up though! Morrison lays him out with a dropkick! But he gets back up! Morrison hits him with Reality Destroyer! And he slowly stumbles his way to his feet! Xavier won't give up! Morrison just stares at Xavier in disbelief. Xavier tells him to bring it and Morrison obliges... hitting him with Extradimensional Rift!!!
One...
Two...
Three!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners... the team of John Morrison, Ultramantis Black, and Samoa Joe!
Phillips: What a showing from Xavier Woods.
Ranallo: He's certainly captured the hearts of the fans before the Elimination Chamber at Genesis.
Graves: But at what cost? How well will he be able to compete at Genesis?
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits:
Dar v. Nash, Brookes v. McIntyre, Styles v. Shibata - SemiObsessive
World Warriors v. Usos - Gone
New Kingdom v. New Day - Crann
Neville v. Ligero - Dres/Faucher
Main Event Tag - Roach
Confirmed for Genesis
The World Warriors v. DIY
Tessa Blanchard is banned from ringside
OOC Note: Thanks to everyone who chipped in to get this show up. This was a tough week for the admin team of Dres, Danny and I, hence the lateness of the episode. By now you all will have likely read Danny's note. For clarity, he will continue as head booker, but I will be covering the gap on the writing side and making sure the shows get out each week. Of course with staffing already being a bit short and Danny being away due to real life, we'll need some help so if you've ever considered writing for the UWF, now is a good time to step up. Next week's card will be posted soon. Cheers!
[/div]Drew stops the top of the ramp...
Drew stops for a few moments as the beat slows before picking up again, As it does Drew flicks his head back sending his hair back out of his face. Drew looks forward with a look of determenation and unwavering intent...
Drew begins to make his way towards the ring...
Michael Buffer: Making his way to the ring at a height of 6'8 inches and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the UWF Prime Time Champion, Drew McIntyre!
McIntyre stops before hitting the ringside as he looks to the ring with an intense look, for his next battle...
McIntyre continues down to the ringside as he goes around the ring as he jumps to the apron before making his way into the ring...
McIntyre waits for the match to start as he removes his kilt and hands off his championship.
DING! DING!
Drew sways his hair back, and Brookes finalises his pre match stretches out of the corner to get ready for this matchup. He then looks around, pushing out of the corner, as Drew seems to be readying Brookes up for something. With that Drew runs directly at Brookes and clocks him with the huge Claymore kick! Brookes gets turned inside out, and Drew hooks both legs.
One….
Mauro Ranallo: Whaaat?!
Two…
Corey Graves: Is this it?!
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Drew McIntyre!
Tom Phillips: That sent a message, that’s for certain! Drew McIntyre really just knocked the spirit out of Chris Brookes!
Drew stands tall after getting off Brookes, and gets his hand raised by the referee. He then smiles, as he looks at the grounded Brookes in agony, as he mouths off “pathetic” to the man on the ground. He then walks to the ropes, and climbs through heading to the back after that huge win over the Television Champion.
The camera feed cuts to a fancy club where we see the diamond Tessa Blanchard drinking some champagne, and looking at her phone.
Tessa Blanchard:”Oh I’m sorry do you want something? Oh, my bad you’re the cameraman, humph no much of anything, oh well you’ll do.”
She puts her phone up and applies some make up making sure she looks good (she always does) for her close up.
Tessa Blanchard:”UWF Universe, so glad you poor saps could join me at this beautiful club. Now let’s cut to the chase there’s some things I need to address, and the first is my boys loss to Bami. They got the better in that encounter but notice how it only happened once Becky put her hands on me, ON ME! Who does “The Man” think she is? She’s lucky I’m not pressing charges, or more importantly issuing a challenge to her in the ring. Becky and Sami can “celebrate” because the World Warriors had the last laugh.”
She laughs a bit as she drinks some more champagne.
Tessa Blanchard:”Ya see twitter blew up, when the World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat, The Proletariat Boar, The Proletariat Boar of Moldova! When they attacked DIY, when they cost DIY a contenders match, and left them laying. It’s funny see ,while I didn’t actually command Boar and Grado to do that, they did that attack on their own. I agree and I respect what they did. DIY didn’t deserve that, HELL DIY didn’t deserve their victory against us, and we paid them back. Once that match was announced I knew Boar and Grado where itching to make sure Little Piglet Wrestling and The Sicilian Pooh Bear would not, I repeat would NOT be walking out as #1 contenders, and they didn’t.”
Tessa just smirks as she is relishing the “victory” over DIY.
Tessa Blanchard:”Well, I bet DIY is pissed off, I get it, I’d be pissed off too, but this week the Warriors aren’t worried, well they shouldn’t be, I mean the usos? Puhlease. So DIY if you two boys are still mad, well The Warriors will finish the Usos real quick, in case you losers wanna get beat down again.”
Her smugness disappears as she takes another swig of champagne and her face becomes as serious as stone.
Tessa Blanchard:”Finally my last point of business, the battle royale was a big surprise wasn't it? Who would have thought that, the DnD Dork Ultramantis Black would have won it all. Hmph not me, but a lot of people on the internet where shocked when I wasn’t in it. Let me clarify, I was offered to be in by Mr.Carter, I declined because I am full on focusing on The World Warriors. I will not be accused of focusing on my career, I’m already a Diamond, but Grado and Boar still need some polish. So as of now I’m a strictly the Manager of the World Warriors, but if need to I’ll settle a score in the ring, whether its Becky, or taking New Day down in a 6 man, hell if Johnny wants to see his wife get her ass beat, I’ll take them in a 6 man too. I may be a pretty face, but I not afraid to get my hands dirty. Now good bye, losers enjoy the rest of your show.”
The feed switches back to somethings else.
The feed settles on darkness. A still shot of nothingness. Then, suddenly, a voice. A man, speaking.
What do you think of when you think of desire? For me, the answer to that question is simple. Desire is an emotion beneath me in every way, with one exception. I don't desire fame, I don't desire fortune. I don't even desire glory. I desire perfection.
The shot suddenly brightens, and standing, looking away from the camera, is Johnny Morrison. The Cosmic Crusader continues.
In so many ways, I am perfection personified. Samoa Joe himself has called me the "perfect athlete," and when you gaze upon my physique and watch the things I have shown myself capable of doing in the ring, well, that's impossible to refute. But being the best in that ring, and knowing I am the best in that ring, means nothing if I don't have the one object that signifies I am the best in that ring. And currently, that object lies snug around the waist of a scoundrel.
There's a pause. Morrison's head turns and he stares into the camera.
It wasn't meant to be this way. It was my destiny to win that championship at Summerslam. It was my destiny to topple Vinny Marseglia and claim the UWF Championship. But that fate was stolen from me by a man I have since beaten so badly he may never be seen in this company again. AJ Styles, like the proverbial albatross, has been lifted from my shoulders and once again I am free to soar, uninhibited by his petty jealousy. And the mere thought of that must terrify Aleister Black, because when he last went man to man with me, he was going to lose.
Morrison cracks a confident smirk as the camera shakes slightly.
Aleister, I'm going to speak directly to you, now. You know that your championship reign is on borrowed time. You had to have expected that eventually I would come seeking my revenge, and now that I'm on your doorstep, you must be terrified more than any of the many men you've brutalized on your way to that throne of lies you sit upon. You're no champion, and you're no king. And tonight, when we stand opposite one another in a UWF ring, I'm going to expose you as the fraud you are. Then, at the Elimination Chamber? I'm going to close the book on your shameful moment in the spotlight. Or, to put it in language you can understand, Al: at Genesis, Johnny Morrison is going to personally make sure that your campaign to kill the UWF, along with the stain you call a career in this company, both of them will fade... to... black.
Morrison, as he finishes speaking his words, raises a hand in the shot and snaps his fingers. As soon as he does, the light cuts out, the shot settles on darkness once more, and after several moments of silence, the feed moves along.
The scene fades to the Uso's already in the ring doing their pre-match rituals with Naomi in their corner.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first… accompanied by Naomi… The Usos!
The Usos throw their hands up in the air as they wait for their opponents.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents…
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the match starts. Jimmy starting for his team and Grado for his. They don't hesitate to get this match underway. They immediately lock up in an elbow and collar tie up trying to wrestle for supremacy in the early goings of this match up. Grado wins the upper hand as he slips behind Jimmy and gets him in a Waistlock. Jimmy slips his thumbs between Grado's arms and pushes down before popping his hip to get the release. In one swift move, Jimmy keeps one hand wrapped around Grado's arm and pulls down for an Arm Drag. This leaves Grado in a sitting position primed and ready to get reamed by Jimmy.
Jimmy runs the ropes and comes off the rebound and jumps over Grado with a flip but wraps his arms around Grado's head on the fall to hit a Neckbreaker. Jimmy gets to his feet as Grado holds his neck in pain. Jimmy goes over to Grado and drags him over to the Uso's corner and tags in his brother before lifting Grado up for a Scoopslam, and Jey comes flying off the top rope with a Leg Drop. He hops into the pin!
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT AT ONE AND A HALF!!
Mauro Ranallo: Usos taking full control of this match in the early goings here.
Corey Graves: Let's see how long they can keep it up. I give it 2 minutes—No! Less than that. 1 minute!
Jey springs to his feet to stay on the attack. He lays some stomps into Grado before running the ropes, but on the rebound, Grado has found new life, and he's there to meet Jey! Jey leapfrogs over Grado and Jimmy tags himself in as Jey bounces off the ropes and goes for a Crossbody on the big man!—but no! Grado in a test of strength catches the Uso—but before he can hit a move, Jimmy comes flying from a springboard to hit a Dropkick straight to the upper chest of Grado causing him to fall backwards, and Jey adds insult to injury as his weight crashes down on Grado as well. Jey rolls out the ring and Jimmy makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T—
BOAR BREAKS IT UP AT TWO AND ONE FOURTH WITH A HELLACIOUS STOMP!
Tom Phillips: And Boar breaks up a pin attempt that could've very well sealed the Usos a victory, here tonight.
Tom Phillips: Notice anything with what you said, Tom?—It was all past tense verbs you've used. "Could've sealed", but they didn't. And I don't think they will!
Boar gets Jimmy up and rams him into the middle turnbuckle of the World Warriors' side where Tessa begins wildling her team up with some obnoxious cheering. The crowd boos at the heelish tactics of the WW, but the team doesn't care. Jimmy comes out of the middle turnbuckle and falls into a seated position to the bottom. Boar drags Grado over to their corner and tags himself in while Grado rolls onto the apron.
Boar begins laying in kicks to the gut of Jimmy before washing Jimmy's face with his foot. He then pulls Jimmy out of the corner and into the center of the ring and to his feet to hit the Boarhug! Jimmy is aching in pain reaching for someone or something. Boar purposely turns Jimmy towards his corner so he can force Naomi to watch her husband in pain. Naomi is shouting for her hubbie to stay in it. Jey has sprawled back to the apron by now, as well, reaching his hand out to tag in and help his brother.
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy may very well fade here!
Jimmy is beginning to tire out as he becomes more and more limp—but no! Jimmy begins to get a second wind as Naomi, Jey and the crowd clap along for him. Jimmy begins laying in elbows into the back of the head of Boar that staggers him. Boar drops Jimmy as he holds his head and falls to a knee. Jimmy stumbles back and sees this as prime opportunity! He runs at Boar, leaps off his knee and over Boar's shoulder to make the tag to Jey!
Boar gets up and quickly turns around to see Jey coming in for a hot tag with a Leaping Forearm but Boar slips around and catches him in a Waistlock before taking Jey down with a brutal German Suplex! BUT JEY ROLLS THROUGH IT! Both men get to their feet and Boar looks on stunned! Boar comes running in for a wild swing but Jey ducks underneath and runs the ropes and hits a Jumping Clothesline! Boar gets back to his feet as if he never got off them in the first place, and Jey hits another Jumping Clothesline! When Boar gets up the third time, Jey Irish Whips him into the ropes. The ref signals with his hands and yells something, but Jey is in beast mode and is not paying attention! On the rebound he hits a Backbody Drop sending Boar into the Usos' corner.
Mauro Ranallo: I think it's time for the infamous Hip Attack from the Jey Uso!
Tom Phillips: Let's get Usos Crazy!
Corey Graves: You somehow make me want to root for the World Warriors, Phillips—that's a bad thing.
Jey backs up and shouts "Uce" and the crowd replies "O!" He comes running in when he sees in the corner of his eye Tessa grabs Naomi by the hair and throws her into the ring steps near the entrance ramp. Jey stops dead in his tracks as he watches Jimmy try to intervene. But in the midst of the commotion, Boar pushes Jimmy while Grado rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNERS, WORLD WARRIORS!
Mauro Ranallo: Wait! I thought Boar was the legal man!
Tom Phillips: Did the ref make a mistake? Can we get a replay of when the tag happened?
Corey Graves: If you guys paid attention to the match, you'd clearly see Grado made a tag, take a look!
The screen cuts to a replay where on the rebound during Jey's hot tag, Grado tapped the shoulder of Boar. That's what the ref was signalling from before! The replay ends and as Corey laughs and mock his fellow announce members; Grado, Boar and Tessa are celebrating in the ring over their cheeky win when suddenly a slow clapping is heard from backstage. A spotlight hits the stage as #DIY - Tomasso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano walk out slowly onto the stage with mics in their hands. They address the World Warriors.
Tommaso Ciampa: ...World Warriors, if it wasn't for you then we would be #1 Contenders for the tag titles right about now. We don’t understand what goes on in your maggot infested brains but we do understand one thing..
Johnny Gargano: We understand that a larvae has to shed its skin before becoming the head honcho of the colony. You’re trying to make a name for yourselves.. by attacking the one team you can’t seem to beat. Now I’m stumped because if you are as good as you make yourselves out to be, why is it that we keep whooping your asses every time we go toe to toe?
Tommaso Ciampa: It’s funny to me, why did you attack us last week? Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re completely ashamed at yourselves because you’ll never be able to be as good as we are. But for those wondering why we have come out here - we haven’t come to blindside you. Hell, we’d have done that minutes ago so we didn’t have to sit through that shit show of a match. No, we’re out here to issue a challenge to you, World Warriors.
Johnny Gargano: I’m sure you’ve heard that Genesis is coming up right? We put this to you.. World Warriors vs DIY at Genesis. I love a trilogy as much as the next guy so what do you say? We understand that it might be a bit daunting so we understand if you decline honestly. It's okay to be scared.
Grado and Boar turn to face DIY, as Tessa joins them she hands them a mic and motions for them to answer. Boar takes the mic but just shakes his head.
The Proletariat Boar: "You boys don’t get it do you? We didn’t attack you to make a name for ourselves, we attacked you to right a wrong, you two nerds didn’t deserve to be in that match, HELL you didn't beat us last week, I WAS NOT LEGAL, me tapping out to Johnny Virgin was to conserve my energy, but that idiot official FUCKED UP. So me and Grado we settled the score. You two weren’t gonna win anyway, so the way I see it, we did you a favor. But we do want to settle the score so a match between us at Genesis sounds fun what do you say Grado?”
Grado: "I don’t understand why you two have such big mouths, talking shite that Candy can’t save you fools from, but fine we accept. Lil Johnny and Lil Tommy wanna play fine cuz at Genesis, The World Warriors well we’re gonna finish what the N Dubya O started! And once you two are six feet underground, and poor Little Candy is the only one at your funeral, crying her pretty little eyes out, she’ll have two people to blame, and it ain’t us, ITS YERSEL!”
Tessa Blanchard: "In short, they accept, so at UWF Genesis, it will be #DIY vs The World Warriors, you’re welcome Drake Maverick because I just did your job for you. Now if you two would excuse me, get out of our way, we accepted your challenge I don’t need to see your losers anymore.”
Ciampa and Gargano look at each other. They smirk at each other, then look to the ring and begin nodding at the World Warriors.
Johnny Gargano: I can't wait to see how you conserve your energy come Genesis, because if our past two bouts are anything to go off of.. you're accepting your own demise, World Warriors. Everyone shouts out about the nWo and how they're gonna 'finish the job'. You can't finish a job that never even started in the first place.
Tommaso Ciampa: Ladies and gentlemen, you've just seen a prime example of how to put the last nail in your coffin tonight. We'll see you at Genesis.. when we meet you in the middle.. for the third time. No one will survive.
Ciampa's grin begins to widen once again. He waves down the ramp at the World Warriors. Johnny pats him on the back as their theme rings out around the arena. DIY leave the arena and the scene fades.
-IN THE COURT-
Judge: All rise. This shall be the one and only court date for this case, for one Martin Scurll. May the court defendants and prosecutors make their presence known.
The prosecutor side stands as Post Malone who stands with his lawyer, by name Gerald Fergerson. Marty doesn’t stand, as he is still awaiting his lawyer.
Judge: May the defendants stand.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: I’m sorry my honour, the lawyer will probably not show, he cost quite a bit and was a bit of a tough sell to get here. To be honest, if he doesn’t turn up within the hour, I don’t think he ever wi-
Suddenly the court doors fly open, and a Mexican man in an open shirt stands there, with trimmed up hair. It’s Super Crazy! The legendary UWF lawyer is here, despite Marty and his friend, Juventud, previous dispute, ending in his retirement. He walks down to court side and stands beside Scurll. Scurll whispers towards Super Crazy.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: I can’t believe you shown up, how did you forgive what I did?
Super Crazy: Si.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: That’s all I need.
-VICTIM QUESTIONING-
Judge: Post Malone to the stands. Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth on America?
Post Malone: Yes sir.
Judge: The prosecution will question at this time.
Gerald Fergerson: Uh- um. Let me just get my notes.
There is a little awkward silence as this man continues to shuffle through his notes, and then stands out into the main part to question Post.
Gerald Fergerson: Do you know Martin Scurll?
Post Malone: Only from that sporadic incident.
Gerald Fergerson: Could you relay how you met him in this sporadic incident.
Post Malone: One moment I’m popping beer caps the next I’m bloodied in a warehouse, it’s a blur to me to be honest.
Gerald Fergerson: How much pain and distress did this cause to you?
Post Malone: I mean, I’m not that bothered to be honest with you Gerry, I’ve recovered well, and I don’t think it was out of spite to my life.
Gerald stares daggers down at Post Malone. He then turns over several notes, as he’s just messed him completely up.
Gerald Fergerson: But his attack did threaten your life, no?
Post Malone: If it would’ve it would had happened.
Gerald Fergerson: With the severity of the attack it was surely a potential outcome.
Post Malone: Maybe it would’ve.
Gerald Fergerson: Uh… that’s all my questions my honor.
Judge: May the defendants advocate stand to question at this time.
Super Crazy: Si.
Super Crazy stands and heads to stand in front of Post Malone. He stares him down deadpan in the eyes.
Post Malone: Uh-
Super Crazy glimmers in his eyes and then rests his head slightly facing the ground.
Post Malone: Look man, I don’t even wanna be here right now, the man didn’t even come near to killing me off.
Super Crazy sits back down and the Judge speaks up.
Judge: Is that all the questioning at this time?
Super Crazy: Si.
"THE VILLAIN" Marty Scurll: Damn, he's good.
-HIT IT MORGAN-
Morgan Freeman: As this court case went through the week, the more and more Super Crazy got people in questioning to plead that Martin was in fact an innocent man. Much to the confusion of the media. Perhaps as confusing about Marty having enough money to fund me being able on this thing, but nevertheless, here we are today. The Jury had their verdict.
-THE VERDICT-
Judge: All rise. Has the Jury found a verdict at this time?
A member of the Jury stands to give the verdict.
Jury: Yes, my honor.
Judge: For attempted murder?
Jury: Not guilty, innocent.
Judge: For that is all of the charges, Marty Scurll is free to go. Court and case closed.
-I N N O C E N T-
The scene fades to the New Day walking backstage with gleeful smiles when an interviewer comes up to them and stops them for an interview.
Interviewer: New Day, Big E and Kofi Kingston will be taking on Guerillas of Destiny at Genesis for the UWF Tag Team Championships. Worried at all going into this match?
The New Day look at each other before laughing simultaneously, spit practically spewing in the interviewer's face as Big E laughs a hardy har.
Big E: Worried? Oh, no, we are not worried. We've beaten them, what? Twice now? Guerillas of Dookie are of the olden days—we are the New Day. They are no longer in their prime, but we are, and we will stay your UWF Tag Team Champs for as long as we live! And that ain't happened yet!
Kofi Kingston: What E says is right. We aren't worried about them, should we? Maybe a little so, we seen what they've done to past opponents.
Xavier Woods: Lose?
Kofi Kingston: That, but also, they can be brutal and they were once dominant competitors at one point.
Xavier Woods: A broken clock is right twice a day, let's just hope they're not right by the time Genesis comes.
Kofi Kingston: How can they be right when we yank those hands right out the clock? Then they'll never be right again!
Big E: Woodsy, you see, we do not underestimate, we are estimating perfectly! Everything we have said, we have done. And when we say we are gonna beat down, it is not a prediction—it is a spoiler on the magnitude of Infinity War!
Xavier Woods: Very outdated movie/meme, come on, E, keep with the times! Everyone is talking about the Joker movie now! Like when he—
Big E: SPOILERS!
Kofi Kingston: SPOILERS!
Xavier Woods: Right, I forgot you guys didn't see it yet.
Kofi Kingston: Ya know what happens if we catch you spoiling movies for us, man.
Big E: Kofi brings the cuffs, I bring the syrup.
Kofi Kingston: What? No! We shame him with pancakes!
Xavier Woods: No! Not the pancakes! Pancakes are meant for food, not to be hurled at people!
Kofi Kingston: Then don't spoil movies we ain't seen yet, man.
Xavier Woods: Okay, okay, geez.
Interviewer: Can we get back to the subject at hand, fellas? I actually have a question for Xavier Woods.
Xavier Woods: Yes, my favourite subject besides video games and pancakes.
Interviewer: Your tag match tonight, how are you feeling, especially since this is your first main event.
Xavier Woods: Nervous, to be quite honest. And it's not that it's about being in the main event itself, it's no different when I wrestle any other match, the difference isn't me being in the ring with key players of the main event, the difference is me having to lead a team, that I said were fine, but in all reality, are not. I got two hounds wanting to eat all right—eat each other. I'll try my best to be the mediator—the peacekeeper—but who knows what will happen. They know this is a big up for us, so hopefully they can put their differences aside until Genesis.
Kofi Kingston: Couldn't have said it better myself. You're a good leader, man. Even if we do butt heads sometimes. I'm sure you'll do great.
Big E: Win or lose, advantage or not, underdogs always get their big break sooner or later. Remember that. Now if you excuse us random interviewer that has no face and we've never seen in our life—we got matches to prepare for. New Kingdom is about to fall under a new regime… THE NEW DAY! BECAAAAUUUSE…
NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!
The show takes us backstage where assistant GM and overseer of the UWF World Tag Team division Drake Maverick is standing by.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and I trust that you are enjoying our programming tonight. Earlier this evening, the World Warriors defeated the Usos in tag team competition before being challenged by DIY to a match at Genesis. While generally I like to exercise complete authority over the division, I agree that the tension that has come to a boil between these two teams needs to be resolved to preserve the integrity of the division, and so I am here to officially announce that at Genesis, we will have the World Warriors versus Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano, also known as DIY.
There's a pop from the crowd who are watching this segment live on the 'Tron. Drake raises a finger, however, so as to add something.
But! It wouldn't be a Maverick announcement without an unexpected twist and the twist is this: since she has started managing them, Tessa Blanchard has shown a tendency to disrupt World Warrior match-ups. This is unacceptable behavior that flies in the face of everything I hope for this division to represent, from fairness to sportsmanlike competition, which is why at Genesis I am officially banning her from ringside. That's all from me for now, and I hope you have a good evening.
With that, Drake steps out of the shot. The fans pop at this surprise as commentary hypes it up, the show moving to a commercial break.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”I Am Above” by In Flames is the theme as two-thirds of The New Kingdom come walking out, Darby Allin and the “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi. Sinn and Darby look at one another before looking ahead and making their way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Seattle, Washington and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds. Representing The New Kingdom, the team of Darby Allin and the, “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi!
Each man enters the ring as Darby heads to the top and crosses his arms across his chest as Sinn removes his mask to reveal his painted face. Darby falls backward and appears he’s set to hit the mat but he rolls and lands on his feet as Sinn laughs and asks the crowd, ”Are you ready to get weird?” as the two men now prepare for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring with Kofi and E wearing the tag team championships around their waists as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!
They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. E gets up, and they excitedly wait for the match to start.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it's decided that the bigger men — Bodhi for the New Kingdom and Big E for the New Day — are going to get things started here. The pair circle one another in the ring before tying up, each trying to fight for some superiority in the collar-and-elbow. Big E uses sheer strength to get the edge and repositions behind Bodhi, keeping a hold cinched around his waist. Bodhi, however, throws a wild elbow that connects with E's gut and forces the tag champion to release the hold, then quickly spins into a discus forearm that sends E careening into the New Kingdom's corner. Bodhi charges straight at Big E and connects with a corner clothesline, then hammers him repeatedly with the inside of his forearm as Darby Allin tags in, scurrying up to the top rope behind E. As soon as he's in position, Bodhi gets out of the way and Allin flips over E, catching him with a Stunner on the way down! Big E quickly pushes back to his feet, but Allin clutches him from behind and pushes him into the ropes! E pushes back away from them and Allin pulls him down into an O'Connor roll-up! Big E kicks out before the one count, but Darby uses the momentum to leap onto the rope and hit a quick tornillo splash, hooking the leg as the fans buzz!
Corey Graves: The New Kingdom showing their killer instinct right off the hop here and this may be the most focused I've ever seen them.
Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Corey. By going for the early cover they've made it clear that as much as they both like to cause pain, they want this win over the UWF World Tag Champions.
1...
...NO!
Big E kicks out quick and is equally fast getting back to his feet, but Allin allows no separation as he charges right at the big man and shotgun dropkicks him, sending E crashing back into the Kingdom's corner. Allin runs right at him, but E actually steps out and throws a back elbow that catches the Invisible Man flatfooted and connects flush with his jaw, sending him stumbling to one knee with his back turned to E. This proves to be a dangerous position as E walks straight up to him, deadlifts him into position on the shoulder, and connects with a running powerslam! Allin arches his back on impact as E gets to his feet and heads to his corner, tagging in Kingston.
Tom Phillips: Just under five minutes into this thing and already we've seen tags from both teams.
Corey Graves: In high-caliber competitive wrestling like this, it's important for the legal man to be as fresh as possible. Big E took a bit of a beating, so he's tagging out.
Kingston crosses the ring and pulls Darby to his feet, but as he does Allin shoves him away, falling back into the ropes simultaneously. Allin runs at Kofi, but Kofi charges him as well, leaping into the air and taking Allin back to the canvas with a double foot stomp to the chest! Allin falls hard to the canvas clutching his chest, but Kofi has no intention of leaving it at that as he runs from the ropes directly adjacent to Allin, leaps up onto one and bounces off of it chest-first almost as though doing a push-up on it before launching himself to connect with a reverse slingshot body splash! Kofi hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: Darby Allin keeps this thing alive with that kickout right at two.
Tom Phillips: It's crazy how quickly momentum has turned around here, Mauro!
Kofi finds his feet a second before Darby and tries to quickly ground Allin again with a running chop, but Allin ducks under, running to the ropes. As Kofi turns around, Allin again connects with a shotgun dropkick, sending Kofi stumbling out of the ring through the middle and top ropes to crash to the floor below! Allin uses the opportunity to take a quick breather as Kofi recovers on the outside, then charges the ropes and leaps through them with a suicide dive, sending both men crashing down!
Mauro Ranallo: Tope suicida!
As Allin pulls Kofi to his feet, Kingston shoves him away and then tries for a quick lariat out of desperation, but Darby catches the arm and runs toward the apron, leaping up onto it before flipping over Kofi and bringing him hard back down to the floor with a lucha arm drag! Before Kofi can really even react to that, Darby has him back on his feet and throws him into the ring, positioning the tag champion so that his upper body is under the rope, with his head hanging over the edge of the canvas. Allin then holds a hand high before bringing it down hard on Kofi's chest! Kingston clutches his chest, screaming as he rolls into the ring proper and away from Allin, who climbs up onto the apron and heads for the top rope.
Corey Graves: Darby Allin's going to the high-rent district!
Allin finds the top rope but before he can do anything with it, Big E grabs his ankle! Allin tries to pull himself free, but E keeps an ironclad hold on the leg, so Allin instead just pivots and punts E in the face with his free foot! E stumbles backward and releases the ankle, but he's bought Kofi enough time to recover, and as Darby repositions Kofi runs at him, leaping up onto the second rope and grabbing Darby in a belly-to-belly clutch before launching both himself and Allin off the top with a superplex! Allin lands hard, but so does Kofi, and there's a huge pop from the crowd at the display of unexpected athleticism and strength. Fans of the tag champions even kick up a "NEW! DAY ROCKS!" chant.
Tom Phillips: In the words of my broadcast partner here, mamma mia!
Mauro Ranallo: Thanks for stealing my thunder, Phillips. Kofi Kingston with an absolutely fantastic belly-to-belly superplex there and this thing has been blown wide open!
The official is keeping a close eye on things but with little movement from either man, he starts a ten-count. It's at four that both men start crawling, but not toward their corners — instead, toward each other. When they find eachother near the middle of the ring, both men push to their knees and start trading fists. Kofi is the first to make it to one knee, after pummeling Allin with a closed fist to the forehead. Allin grabs his shoulder and uses it to pull to one knee, then hits him with a quick little hook from the right. Kofi reels slightly, wobbling a bit, but responds with a forearm smash as he pushes up to his base. Allin clubs Kofi in the stomach, then rolls backward to his feet. Kofi runs at him and attempts a jumping clothesline, but Allin catches the arm in both hands and rolls Kofi back to the canvas before locking in a Fujiwara armbar! While hyperextending the elbow joint, Allin also grabs the fingers of the trapped hand and starts bending them in every wrong direction possible, Kofi crying out in agony! The hold doesn't last much longer than that, however, as Allin is hit from behind by a running boot to the back of the skull by Big E!
Corey Graves: Big E saves the match for his team with that brutal kick to the head!
The official rebukes E, but he simply shrugs as he heads back to his corner, knowing he did what he needed to do to keep the match alive. Once again with little movement from the two legal men, the official starts his count, reaching five before both start crawling for their corners. Allin gets to his first and makes a hot tag to Sinn, who quickly enters the ring, dashes across it, and drags Kofi back toward the middle of it before dropping an elbow on his spine. Bodhi then pulls Kofi to his feet and sends him into the corner, charging straight at him. Kofi, however, has is scouted and in a dazzling display he hits a pendulum kick! Sinn stumbles backward, clutching at his painted face as Kofi scurries up to the top rope and leaps off intending to hit a plancha, only to be caught by a dropkick from Bodhi mid-air! Kofi flops to the canvas as Sinn heads right over and deadlifts the tag champion into a bone-crunching bearhug! The fans react in a mixed way as Bodhi compresses Kofi's chest cavity, the New Day man feebly attempting to strike his way to freedom with clubbing blows to whatever parts of Sinn he can reach before his lights start to fade. Just as he is about to pass out, Sinn throws Kofi to the canvas where he ragdolls, flopping onto his stomach. Bodhi then charges right at him and connects with the Hell-bow to the skull! The fans are again mixed as Bodhi rolls Kofi over and covers.
1...
2...
...NO! Big E breaks up the pin!
Tom Phillips: More heroics from Big E there!
Mauro Ranallo: These two men are World Tag Champions for a reason, and that teamwork is most on display in moments like this when one man desperately needs the other.
Bodhi finds his feet fast and as Big E has turned to exit the ring, he doesn't see Sinn coming; Sinn connects with a running double ax handle that sends E into the corner. Sinn then sends E off the ropes, charging him and turning him damn near inside out with a Hellion Hammer! The fans are now booing; Big E was not the legal man, and these measures were probably not necessary, so they're not a fan of Bodhi's brutality. Sinn then turns to deal with Kingston but discovers he's not only on his feet, he's also already charging him and Kofi connects with Trouble in Paradise! A huge pop resounds from the fans as Kingston leaps on top for the cover and they count with the official.
1...
2...
...
Tom Phillips: Wha--?!?
Corey Graves: Hahaha! It's the Number One Contenders! They've decided to make their presence felt here tonight and I love it!
Indeed it is as Tama Tonga has pulled the official out of the ring and laid him out with a quick Gun-Stun! The fans are booing as Tanga Loa enters the ring, Kofi getting to his feet only to be grounded by a spear-tackle before Loa takes a full mount and hammers him with clubbing blows to the face. Tonga enters the ring at the same time as Allin, and when Darby charges him, Tonga drifts under the incoming shotgun dropkick! As Allin finds his feet, Tonga leaps and connects with a quick Headshrinker! Allin rolls out of the ring, Bodhi already out there, and the New Kingdom give their heads a shake as the official, now recovered, calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Your winners, by disqualification,
THE NEW DAY!
The New Kingdom seem particularly enraged by this decision and immediately round the ring to protest with the officials that they had no involvement in this result while Tonga and Loa continue to lay into Kofi until E hits the ring and takes them down, one at a time, with big clotheslines. The G.O.D. men beat a hasty retreat through the crowd, but the damage is done as E drops to one knee to try and support Kofi, who has a busted lip and is clearly checked out after the beatdown. Xavier Woods rushes down the ramp to support his teammates in the ring and the trio watch as their Genesis foes pose near one of the exits, the fans booing furiously.
Tom Phillips: Once again, the Guerillas of Destiny have ruined a perfectly good match-up by inserting themselves at the worst possible time. This is disgusting!
Mauro Ranallo: I usually strive for objectivity but tonight I have to agree with you, Phillips. That ambush was utterly unnecessary.
Corey Graves: This is all part of GOD's strategy heading into Genesis, gentlemen: they're trying to get into the New Day's head and convince them that they can strike anytime and anywhere, with impunity! I'd say they did exactly that tonight!
As New Day lick their wounds and New Kingdom seethe on the outside, the feed moves along.
Vinny Marseglia: Don’t let this recess from all-out war where we have to team up allow you to get it misconstrued, this is still very personal between the six of us and all of that’s going to come to a head at Genesis. It’s where the pretenders are going to get slain by the genuine article when I take a false god, a false destroyer, a false warrior, a false beacon of hope, and a false immortal and leave their blood on the steel and chain surrounding us. Piling up multiple bodies is what I do, I’ve turned more wriggling bodies into corpses than anyone else can put on their resume and that gives me the best odds of survival when that structure becomes our grounds to try and do so.
So while I’m willing to do what needs to be done tonight, it’s not the most important thing. The most important thing is reclaiming the UWF Championship and bringing the victims flocking like starving souls to a smorgasbord. And that’s exactly what is going to be done, but not before you all bow.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
A Cartoon Narrator says "Ladies and Gentlemen, Its time for the Amazing Adventures of your Favourite Luchador.....El Ligero!!!" as the song cues and an excited Ligero runs from the back and looks out to the crowd, he walks down the ramp, high fiving as many fans as he can before he gets to ringside where he steps up to the apron and Springboards over the top rope and back 3 or 4 times before entering the ring and running to the Hardcam's Right corner and poses.
Announcer: Introducing from Los Sanchos, Mexico, the Amazing, Elllllllllllllllllllll Ligerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The song “Rottweiler” by IDLES blasts into the arena blasting the arena with some aggressive scrappy tunes representing the fire that is now within Adrian Neville, freshly off losing his Intercontinental Championship in a Triple Threat match.
“THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT...
THERE’S A RAT IN MY CAGE...
THERE’S A SHARK AT MY FEET…
THAT’S BEEN CIRCLING FOR DAYS...”
As the chorus kicks in on the song Adrian Neville blasts through the curtain aggressively, nothing else special. He walks dead down the ramp, no stopping for this man has an intention, and that's to dethrone the UWF and take it for his once again.
Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, Adrian Neville!”
Neville stomps down to the ring quickly and disregarding everyone in attendance tonight. He then stops at the side furthest from the hardcam, and stops, giving a glance off to the crowd in attendance. Neville then slides in and then Neville runs up on the ropes to pose.
Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner for the matchup, rolling his neck, and keeping his eyes wide open.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, El Ligero connects with a Soccer Kick to the midsection of Neville as Neville hunches over a bit, unwillingly leaving his upper back and shoulders open as Ligero starts windmilling with both fists, landing clubbing blows to the exposed area. Neville thrusts forward, taking Ligero off his feet, as he charges the corner and drives his opponent back first into it and holds him there for a moment. It’s soon seen that he isn’t borrowing a page from anyone with the delay though, Ligero moved and guided Neville’s head towards the post and now he’s a bit dazed. Ligero guides Neville away from him and up, connecting with a thrust of his hand to the throat before leaping up and grabbing Neville around the neck, swinging downward and driving him into the mat with a Spike DDT!
Ligero gets up as Neville pushes himself up from the mat with his arms and starts shaking his head. Ligero winds back his leg and goes for a kick but Neville grabs his leg and tries to pull him off balance but Ligero grabs the ropes to each side as he pulls himself out of Neville’s grip and manages to slingshot him forward, moving out of the way as Neville hits the corner chest first. Ligero is behind Neville as he starts delivering kicks to the lower back, connecting with a few before an angry Neville turns around and blocks one, contorting Ligero’s leg and forcing him to the mat. Neville spits on his opponent as he continues to bend the leg, then suddenly slams it against the mat as Ligero sits up, crying out in pain.
Neville grabs Ligero’s horns and pulls him up, forcing his head down as he raises a knee to meet his foe’s head. Ligero is dazed as Neville repeats this, striking with the other knee. Neville now falls split-legged, planting his opponent’s face into the mat as he climbs back to his feet, guiding Ligero back up to a vertical base by the horns before slinging him into the nearest corner. As Ligero hits impactfully, Neville outstretches his leg and holds his boot to his opponent’s throat, blatantly choking him as the referee tries to intervene. Neville lowers his leg before the official starts counting and delivers a knee to Ligero’s abdomen. As Ligero coughs from the impact, Neville turns his back and hooks his head, leaping forward and going for a Bulldog but Ligero pushes on him while he’s in mid-air and Neville hits the mat on his tailbone. As he sits up holding his tailbone area, he turns to face Ligero as Ligero connects with a Running Dropkick!
Neville hits the mat and rolls backward onto his feet as the two men charge one another, each connecting with a Lariat at the same time as they simultaneously hit the mat.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Ranallo: Two of the UWF's finest both coming out second-best in a round of chicken. What impact!
Ligero shakes the cobwebs and kip-ups back to his feet, and is treated to a big ol' ovation from the capacity crowd for his troubles. They love that kind of thing. Not to be out-done, Neville pulls the same stunt but gets boo'd for it cause those marks are fickle as figs in February. The two Limeys circle each other, abandoning the break-neck pace for something of a feeling-out process. Ligero extends a curious hand. Neville considers it before tentatively interlocking with his fingers. We're halfway to a proper lock-up. There's some wrist-twisting and foot-maneuvering before they finally hook the other hands together. And we're off to the races!
A power struggle ensues! It's physical chess at the highest level. Every inch given and taken was earned over hundreds of hours of exercise and practice leading up to this encounter. Every knowing swivel and pivot is owed to a lifetime dedicated to the study of the graps. These two men, renowned for their UK toughness and high-flying prowess, are, at heart, tactical phenoms unlike any -
Phillips:And Neville knees him in the stomach!
Ranallo: You couldn't buy a cheaper shot at Dollarama!
Graves: It was perfectly legal, you hack!
Ligero doubles over after taking a shinbone to the tummy. With the fans showing his perpetually soaked dome with a lathering of hate and spite, the former IC champ grabs some mask and some tights and torpedos that Ligero kid headlong into the nearest turnbuckle. He stops instantly when the callous metal post decides it's not going anywhere no matter how many times these boys ram it.
Neville yanks him backwards after that, hooks some arms around the waste and flattens him with a high-angle German suplex, bridging for the pin. Stripes hits the mat to count it...
1...
2....
Kicks out! A sigh of relief from the people. Ligero is still in this thing, even if he's a little worse for wear. Neville picks that dude up off the canvas and says "hey, hows about a chop across your chest?" but instead of saying it with words, he says it with his hand. A razor edge blow lands with a lightning crack over the bear chest of his foe. Ligero, friggin pervert that he is, likes it. He's feelin' it. He asks for another and Neville obliges. Harder this time. Ligero stumbles back. That sting is really a' stingin. But he demands just one more from Adrian. So Neville, well, what's he to do? He lines it up just right, gets the angles accounted for and swings a chop full-bore right into Ligero's heart.
CRACK.
They hear that shit in the nosebleeds. Ligero howls in pain, but he's ascended to the next level. The goose is loose, baby. He goes on the offensive, firing back wit chop after chop of his own and just laying into Neville, who, at first, manages to put up a fight and return some shots before turtling up and then just taking the storm like he's the coast of Louisiana and he doesn't have a choice about it. Ligero punctuates the flurry with a Bionic Elbow that dazes and confuses Newcastle's finest. Then he adds a little P.S. and Superkick's him right in the kisser! Neville goes down! Ligero covers!
1...
2...
Neville gets a shoulder up at a deep two! "No way" says the crowd. "Yes way" says the Referee.
Graves: It's going to take a lot more than that to put down Neville.
Ranallo: Yes but Ligero is controlling the pace of this contest right now and I'm not sure if the former Champ can take too many more Superkicks like that one!
Ligero takes a moment to get back to a vertical base. He adjusts his mask before going to pick up Neville, who has already found his way up a single knee. Ligero looks to grab a hold of him but Neville, crafty cat that he is, shoves Ligey back and right in the Official! Oh snap! REF BUMP! Stripes goes down like he's riding next to Jackie Onasis with the roof up. Ligero tumbles awkwardly over top while Neville immediately capitalizes, blasting his opponent across the face with a running knee strike that would surely have broken his jaw were it not for the protective lucha mask.
Phillips: This match should be thrown out! Don't try and tell me that wasn't intentional!
Graves: Unfortunate, yes, but don't be a conspiracy theory nerd, Phillips. The Referee was in a terrible position and he paid for it. If anything, Neville should be upset! He could have this match won but there's nobody to count the fall now!
But the ol' Black Rose doesn't seem too concerned with scoring a pin just yet. He steps over Ligero, climbs out and down through the ropes and drags the other guy to the floor with him. Ligero is out on his feet and the last thing he needs right now is to get Irish Whipped into some steel steps! But here goes nothin'! BOOM! Ligero knocks the tower of steps over as he collides with it the meteor collided with Pangea and killed the dinosaurs. Shame, that.
Neville takes a leisurely pace on the follow up. The crowd boos their faces off and really let him have it, but that's water off a duck's back, as far as he's concerned. Every petty insult hurled his way by the luchador, and every ounce of indignation he's still festering over concerning that Dar loss - its all playing out here, now, in the theater of violence, smackdab in the rule-free wastleland of RefBumpsVille - population: these scoundrels.
Some jabronie fan in the front lips off a little smart for his own good. Neville grabs him by the back of the face and smacks his face down into the railing. Slept. Neville reaches over the barrier and grabs the chair the guy used to be sitting it, folds it up and then blasts Ligero across the back with it, just as he's about to get up again. Another volley of boos from the crowd.
Ranallo: This is going too far now! Somebody needs to come out here and stop this.
Graves: Do you wanna be the guy to try and tell Neville what he can and can't do right now?
Phillips: Somebody should check on that fan.
But nobody does. He came alone and he will bleed alone. Neville casts the bent chair aside like he was casting aside gabage on the sidewalk. Remember, he's an absolute bastard, so he totally litters. Ligero crawls away, down on his hands and knees, while Neville stalks him like a panther might stalk a different panther if it wanted to eat that panther. Eventually, Ligero rounds the corner of the outside of the squared circle and finds himself at the commentary area. He uses the table to help himself up. Neville watches. And waits. And then clobbers him in the back of the head with a running forearm!
The force of the blow lays Ligero out somethin' fierce, and he sprawls out over the table. The commentary team clears off but Neville is about to break a table on free TV. It's not even the main event. He does poor Tom Phillips' drink all over Ligero, though, adding some insult to injury. More boos from the crowd. They hate his freakin' guts.
From there, Neville skrrts Ligero back under the ropes and into the ring. The Brit scales the apron behind him and when the timing his right, springboards on to and then off of the ropes, nailing a picture perfect 450 splash to flatten the poor Lucha guy like a pancake. The syrup is sweat. Still, though, the Ref is down. Nobody to count a pinfall. So Nevill just gets up, walks over to the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd.
Graves: When you're that talented, you don't have to be popular. His actions speak for themselves.
Phillips: Yes. He's a bitter cheater.
Graves: Ugh. Shut up, Tom. He's dominating one of the company's top prospects and all you care about is that he spilled your drink.
Ranallo: Neville might just be more interested in sending a message than competing tonight. If that's to Ligero, Dar, management or anyone else, I can't say for sure. Perhaps all the above. We all know how much the English love their fish and chips, and its the latter that Neville is sporting on his shoulder tonight.
Neville hops down from the corner and flips the crowd off. He sees the Ref coming to so he gets back to work, picking up Ligero right in front of him before dropping the guy with a dirty DDT. The Referee, groggy as a grouse, responds to the call of duty and counts it...
1...
2...
But Ligero gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time! Remarkable!
Graves: Are you kidding me? Slow count! Get this amateur out of here!
Phillips: If he's a bit off his mark, its probably because Neville hurt him! That's karma!
Ranallo: Yeah but don't tell that to him! He's furious about it!
Neville gets to his feet super quick and starts yelling at the Official, holding up three fingers and insisting the match should be over. The Ref shakes his head "no" and swears to the old gods and the new that it was a two count. Neville looks like he's about to deck the guy when Ligero sneaks up behind with a roll-up! He catches Neville unawares! Stripes counts it!
Phillips: Ligero with the roll-up outta nowhere!
1...
Graves: What? No!
2...
Ranallo: Will he get it...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER... EL LIGERO!
Neville rolls out of the ring, hands tugging at his hair, eyes wide in shock. He can't even believe it. He had that guy right in the palm of his hand! How even that!?!?
But Ligero, his hand raised high in victory, has a look in his eyes just daring that cheatey cheater Neville to get back in the ring and fight about it. Neville backs away up the ramp, in some serious pissed-off disbelief. The music plays and the people chant Ligero's name.
Ranallo: Ligero comes back to take this win home! A gutsy performance from a promising young talent!
Graves: I call it highway robbery.
Phillips: Neville isn't going to be happy about this one, but hats off to El Ligero for getting a big win over the former champion.
Neville disappears to the back while Ligero continues to celebrate in the ring. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron begins glitching, cutting to black, and then a garbled version of the show graphics, then back to black, then normal, before going black again. All the while, static is playing over the speakers. Finally, a twisted, distorted version of the NSDS logo appears on the screen.
Suddenly, it cuts to a sunny, overgrown church, almost completely abandoned. The walls of the dark room that Aleister Black formerly occupied have now crumbled down, and are lying on the floor. A precession of chanting robed figures in goat masks occupies the lower part of the church. However, above them is a higher part, almost a pedestal, and on it is a silhouette of a man. The man speaks.
Aleister: O Walter! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow — son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
Whence genius wildly flash'd, and high debate.
How soon that voice, majestic and elate,
Melted in dying numbers! Oh! how nigh
Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die
A half-blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate.
But this is past. Thou art among the stars
Of highest heaven to the rolling spheres
Thou sweetly singest naught thy hymning mars,
Above the ingrate world and human fears.
On earth the good man base detraction bars
From thy fair name, and waters it with tears.
He begins laughing as the titantron once again glitches, becoming almost a garbled mess. When it returns to normal, the church is dark, the cultists are gone, and Aleister Black is still in the same position, arms outstretched, looking into the sky. It's dead silent, except for his words.
Aleister: Oh, what an unfortunate fate you suffered, WALTER! You could have just waited. You could have sat out for a few more months and let me hold this belt until they retire me with it. All you had to do... was let me have my moment. But you didn't. You didn't, did you? Because you wanted everything. You wanted as much success as possible without doing any work. Yet again, I CUT something out of my life that causes me distress. And YET AGAIN, you all FAIL to understand why i do it.
He looks down at the camera, shouting passionately.
Aleister: Do you think I WANTED to do this? Do you think that I wanted to kill WALTER, just waiting until the moment his back was turned so I could stab it? No, no, no, no, no. No. I WANTED him to improve. I wanted him to become more. But he just couldn't. He couldn't… adapt to change. That night, he came out, and he STOLE MY MOMENT FROM ME. HE WANTED EVERYTHING. HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, AND HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO. He wanted to leech off of my belt, my success, my title, our TEAM. And then, when he was done robbing me for all I was worth, he was gonna cost me my belt, and start me right back at square one, just as he did at Backlash. And he dressed all of those lies, all of that deceit up under the guise of being CONCERNED FOR ME.
WALTER… was a liar. WALTER was a fraud, and a hack, and a blight on my record, and I regret even giving him the light of day. So I shook his hand, looked him in the eyes, and KICKED his head off.
The fans watching the titantron audibly boo in the background as Aleister begins laughing as he continues.
Aleister: And yet you all just don't understand. Those of you, both backstage and in the crowd, fail to COMPREHEND. So you sit there, and you talk, and you talk, and you talk away about me from the comfort of your front row seats and your mid-carder spots about what the deeper meaning of that attack was. Maybe it's because you're too stupid to rationalize why I kicked your favorite wrestler's head off. Or for those of you backstage, maybe you're trying to find some sort of weakness. Some end-all be-all solution to anything I say that you can bring up because I don't exactly lose too much. You're desperate to be the one to find "Aleister Black's weak point!" And you desperately look through my old footage to find some insecurity, some little crack in the mental armor that you can exploit. But you just... never... will.
His eye twiches.
Aleister: So try. I dare you. TRY to find that weakness. Because you will sure as hell need it, and you sure as hell won't find it. Genesis will come, and Genesis will go, and I will still have this belt with me. I will arrive. I will see. I will conquer. And I'll put each of you through a greater pain than WALTER could ever imagine.
He laughs as it cuts back to the garbled NSDS logo, before Revolution heads elsewhere.
Every light in the arena suddenly cuts out and the fans start to buzz, a low rumble washing over the stands as they begin to question what's going on as moment after moment passes. Then, an iconic bassline, the tap-tap-tap of some drums and a legendary riff begin to play over the arena soundsystem.
The fans are still unsure who this new song heralds, but some spotlights flare to life, sweeping over the crowd as Pink's voice echoes through the air. Then, suddenly, a silence so perfect you can hear a pin drop overtakes the arena, followed by a loud pop as the chorus of "White Rabbit" kicks in and the spotlights merge into a single spot at the center of the stage. A deafening pop and a blinding pyrotechnic explosion follow, and once the smoke settles, a man unseen in the UWF for many years stands with an arm raised at the top of the ramp, smiling widely.
Tony Chimel: From the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!
Moments pass, and then the fans erupt in a massive pop for the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness, first-ever UWF King of the Ring and former European Champion as he makes his way down the ramp. He claps palms with the adoring masses. He jogs up the ring steps. He enters the squared circle. And then, after removing his accessories, he finds a corner and leans in it as he meditates, beseeching the Cosmic Gods for inner peace and harmony before the beginning of this contest.
"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.
Tony Chimel: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!
Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.
Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for his opponent.
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.
Graves: These 3 are an odd pairing, but they haven't had too much problems with each other unlike their opponenents.
Phillips: Speaking of them...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi.
"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 jujumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.
As the lights go out, a now familiar combination of instrumental sounds is heard over the PA system for several seconds before the titantron screen lights up with an image.
As the crowd reacts, the instrumental building, screaming vocals suddenly come in.
”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW
DOWWWNNNN!”
As the screaming prolongs and the instrumentation picks up, suddenly Vinny appears from the back with a red balloon in one hand, his UWF Championship over his shoulder, and his axe at his waist as he heads towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the UWF Champion! The, “Horror King”...Vinny...Marseglia!
Vinny steps up onto the apron, and releases the balloon as he leans back and seems to take in the fear in the air.
Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he gets ready to bring the horror.
The crowd watches until the first chime hits. The lights fade to black as a new song breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Black Sabbath's self-titled song begins slowly building over ist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron. The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.
Aleister slowly walks on stage, forgoing the rest of the fancy stuff. He only staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a new-found purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!
He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. Before the next man enters, he takes off his world championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
Phillips: What. A. Dream. Team.
Ranallo: Better than the Golden State Warriors last year!
Graves: If dream team means weird pairing of people who don't get along then yes, a fantastic dream team!
VS
DING DING DING
Joe is perched in his team's corner ready to fight as the UWF World Champion, Aleister Black gears up across from him... huh?! Vinny Marseglia grabs Aleister Black's hair and pulls through the ropes! He climbs through with a smile and the ref counts it as a tag. Aleister reaches for Vinny but Xavier grabs his hand, wanting to keep some kind of peace between his teammates as Vinny smiles to the crowd. Joe doesn't seem to care and yells at Vinny to lock up. Vinny obliges and they begin with a test of strength that Joe wins out, he transitions Vinny into a headlock but Vinny simply stomps on his foot and elbows him in the gut to escape. Vinny sadistically turns around and smiles at Aleister but Joe rebounds off the ropes and looks for a lariat! Vinny knew this was coming though and kicks him in the gut and starts wailing down axe handles on his back until he collapses to the ground! He then starts grinding his boot laces across Joe's head and stares down Aleister.
Graves: Vinny Marseglia is here to prove something tonight.
Phillips: I'm very surprised at how well he has handled Joe so far.
Ranallo: Especially considering Joe defeated Marseglia while he was champion. I can assume Joe wants to prove something as well, perhaps a bit angry he wasn't given a title shot after pinning the champion.
Vinny lifts Joe's head up as he comes to his knees and runs the ropes, looking for a lariat perhaps but we don't find out as Aleister Black elbows Vinny in the head as he bounces off the ropes! Vinny falls and rolls out the ring and in comes the champ. He gives a threateningly look to the ref who confusingly calls it a tag. Joe's back up though and delivers a palm strike to the head of Aleister! It stuns Aleister and Joe capitalizes with a knee to the gut before kicking out the legs of Aleister, he runs the ropes and gives the kneeing Aleister an enziguri to the dome! He quickly hurls Aleister on his shoulders before tagging in Ultramantis Black. He yells something at Ultramantis and he bounces off the ropes and hits Aleister with a dropkick as he falls from Joe's shoulders.
Phillips: Surprisingly good teamwork from Ultramantis and Samoa Joe!
Graves: What did I tell you Tom?
Ranallo: Like Tom Brady and Julian Edelman!
Ultramantis looks at Aleister and then looks at the turnbuckle and heads up top. Looking to capitalize on something big! As he climbs Aleister rises to a cross-legged position! The peculiar site stops Ultramantis dead in his tracks and Aleister sprints up the turnbuckles to deliver a knee to his head. He keeps his momentum going though and hits a nasty meteora to Joe and Morrison on the apron from the top rope!!! They crash down to the floor outside and Aleister pops up to his feet to be met with a clothesline from Vinny Marseglia on the outside!
Phillips: What the hell is Vinny doing?!
Ranallo: He is a man of chaos Tom, breaking down Aleister Black appears to be more important to him than winning this match.
Vinny snatches Aleister by the hair but he won't be able to fulfill his sadistic pleasures as Ultrmantis Black comes off the top rope with a crossbody! Vinny is down again and Ultramantis drags Aleister into the ring. Ultramantis wastes no time and he grabs Aleister's arms and hoists him on his shoulders. He looks to hit the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex but Aleister flips out behind him and hits Ultramantis with a German Suplex! He bridges for the pin!...
One...
Two...
Th... KICKOUT!!!
Aleister quickly hops up as Ultramantis Black groggily makes it to his feet and looks for another one of his signature moves... he runs and jumps up to the second rope then leaps off for a Springboard Moonsault!!! NO!!! Ultramantis lays a kick into Aleister's gut as he crashes to the mat. Ultramantis crawls into his corner and tags in an eager John Morrison. Johnny waits for Aleister to rise to his feet though instead of immediately capitalizing on the downed champion.
Graves: Remember Aleister Black beat John Morrison in the King Of The Ring tournament. I bet Morrison wants to prove to everyone that he can beat Aleister, which is what he looks to do right here.
Aleister rises to his feet and takes a look at Morrison but just smiles and tags in Xavier Woods. An eager Xavier hops into the ring ready for some action but it is taking place right behind him! Vinny Marseglia comes out of nowhere to sweep the legs of Aleister Black and begins wailing punches down on his head. Xavier turns around, distracted by Vinny's attack and Morrison rolls up Xavier!
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
Xavier hops up to his feet and Morrison looks to meet him with a dropkick but Xavier dodges! Morrison hops up and Xavier tries to elbow him in the face but Morrison blocks and goes for Reality Destroyer! He misses and Xavier runs at him looking for a dropkick but Morrison counters with a Tilt-A-Whirl Back-No! Xavier was able to spin out of it and he meets with Morrison with a discus elbow smash! With Morrison subdued, Xavier heads out the ring to try to break up the fight between his teammates. They've near brawled all around the outside now as Xavier attempts go get himself in the middle of them but they just won't stop going at each other. Xavier just gives up and turns around to head back into the ring but Morrison is right there and crashes to the outside with an Interstellar Leap!!! He takes out all the members of the opposing team and the crowd gives him a colossal cheer for the dazzling move!
Ranallo: Morrison with a HUGE move for his team. This right here is the turning point!
Graves: How chaotic is it gonna be in the elimination chamber when Aleister Black and Vinny Marseglia are actually opponents.
Phillips: They've nearly knocked each other out as teammates.. they just might kill each other as opponents.
Morrison hoists Xavier into the ring and drags him into his corner. He jumps up to the middle rope then to the top for STARSHIP PAIN!!! He hits it! He goes for the pin!
One...
Two...
Three... NO!!!
It's Vinny Marseglia! He breaks the hold in the nick of time!
Graves: Look who decided to actually help their team out for once!
Vinny drags Xavier over to his corner himself then steps outside onto the apron so he can tag himself in but Samoa Joe is there to bulldoze Vinny off the apron! Ultramantis Black tags himself in and lifts Xavier up. He gets the full nelson locked in and then hoists Xavier for a full nelson slam!!! Ultramantis then lifts up Xavier to his feet again... in suplex position! He is going for Cosmic Doom... but Xavier slips out to Ultramantis' back. Ultramantis turns around and is met with a sliding reverse STO from the resilient Woods! Woods has taken lots of punishment and can't capitalize as Ultramantis begins crawling to his corner with Joe silently waiting. Xavier looks back to his corner to see a cross-legged Aleister Black and a laying Vinny Marseglia on the side opposite to him... wonder what happened there. Xavier makes a pleading sign with his hands as he begins to crawl over to Aleister. Ultramantis is already to Joe as he tags him in. Joe charges towards Xavier almost to the waiting Aleister. Aleister isn't exactly doing Xavier any favors though as he just simply waits with no sense of urgency. Xavier just barely tags Aleister and Joe nearly misses him. He's got a new target though and he allows Aleister to step into the ring before immediately charging him! Joe is lightning quit with a powerslam Aleister didn't see coming as he crashes to the mat! Joe pops to his feet and runs the ropes looking for a devastating senton to the mid-section of Aleister but he rolls out the way and Joe's back meets nothing but canvas. Aleister slowly makes his way to his feet and hits Joe with Black Out! The combination of strikes cause Joe to fall as Aleister heads to his corner to begin the ascent to the top rope... but Vinny surprisingly pops up and slaps Aleister in the face then tags himself in! Aleister is enraged and he doesnt see Joe stalking behind him as he catches him with a German Suplex! He rolls through and goes for a Dragon Suplex not realizing Vinny had made the tag... Vinny waits for the perfect opportunity and smashes Joe with an massive elbow, causing him to drop himself and Aleister to the ground.
Phillips: This is it, as long as Vinny does what's right he could pull off the victory for his team.
Ranallo: That elbow hit harder than Lawrence Taylor laying out Joe Theissman!
Graves: Can you chill it with the football references Mauro?
Ranallo: What? It's football season!
Vinny takes a look at Joe then a look at Aleister, pondering his decision of who he should maul. He walks over to Joe but then stops and smiles at Aleister. As Vinny stalks Aleister, Joe stumbles over to his corner to tag in Morrison. Aleister rolls out and the distracted Vinny doesn't see a kick to the head coming! Vinny crawls over to the corner but that isn't a great spot as Morrison runs at him with Brave New Reality! Vinny realizes his predicament at the last second and just barely dives out the way as Johnny's knee collides with the turnbuckle. Vinny rises behind Morrison and turns him around for The Shining! He wastes no time in attempting to execute his finishing maneuver as he lifts Morrison up for Redrum! Vinny has a sick smile on his face as he has Morrison in a high angle position then he... WHAT?! Black Mass!!! From Aleister Black! Aleister just looks down at Vinny before sliding out the ring... and walking to the back. That leaves Xavier Woods as the only standing man from his team as he leans over the ropes and tags himself in.
Graves: So much for that great teamwork Woods had envisioned.
Phillips: I don't think that's in Woods' mind now. He is focused on winning this match, all odds against him or not.
Ranallo: Woods won't give up without a fight... just like the Patriots in Super Bowl 51!
Graves: Damnit Mauro!
Xavier looks ready to take on this challenge... until Samoa Joe tags himself in. The Samoan Destroyer grins as he looks to take out the worn down Xavier. Xavier charges at Joe with everything he's got but Joe just simply cuts him down with a lariat. He hoists Xavier onto the top rope... then onto his shoulders... going for a Muscle Buster to put Xavier out of his misery... but Xavier pops out and rolls Joe up!
One...
Two...
Thre... NO!
Joe is shocked Xavier nearly pinned him and his face becomes even more shocked as he sees a Shining Wizard coming at him! The finishing move hits! Xavier's last burst of energy as he crawls over to Joe to make the cover... but Joe rolls out the ring, tagging Ultramantis Black on the way out. The crowd groans as Xavier nearly pulled off a huge upset but Xavier has no time to dwell on that as Ultramantis attacks him with a series of sickening chops. Xavier just refuses to go down as the chops get louder and louder until Ultramantis just hits him with Divinity Cove! He makes the pin...
One...
Two...
Thr... NO!
Xavier kicks out to the cheers of many! Ultramantis Black is not among those many however and sets up for the Praying Mantis Bomb! He can't gets the arms hooked though! He starts clubbing Xavier with axe handles.. punches... elbows, anything he can think of to get Xavier to ware down so he can lock in the arms but Xavier just refuses and Ultramantis Black is Back Body Dropped by Xavier! Waiting for him however is John Morrison who he immediately tags in and immediately charges at Xavier! Xavier counters with a drop toe hold however and runs the ropes looking for a Shining Wizard!!! Johnny narrowly avoids it and Xavier's momentum takes him down to the mat. He just keeps getting back on up though! Morrison lays him out with a dropkick! But he gets back up! Morrison hits him with Reality Destroyer! And he slowly stumbles his way to his feet! Xavier won't give up! Morrison just stares at Xavier in disbelief. Xavier tells him to bring it and Morrison obliges... hitting him with Extradimensional Rift!!!
One...
Two...
Three!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners... the team of John Morrison, Ultramantis Black, and Samoa Joe!
Phillips: What a showing from Xavier Woods.
Ranallo: He's certainly captured the hearts of the fans before the Elimination Chamber at Genesis.
Graves: But at what cost? How well will he be able to compete at Genesis?
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits:
Dar v. Nash, Brookes v. McIntyre, Styles v. Shibata - SemiObsessive
World Warriors v. Usos - Gone
New Kingdom v. New Day - Crann
Neville v. Ligero - Dres/Faucher
Main Event Tag - Roach
Confirmed for Genesis
The World Warriors v. DIY
Tessa Blanchard is banned from ringside
OOC Note: Thanks to everyone who chipped in to get this show up. This was a tough week for the admin team of Dres, Danny and I, hence the lateness of the episode. By now you all will have likely read Danny's note. For clarity, he will continue as head booker, but I will be covering the gap on the writing side and making sure the shows get out each week. Of course with staffing already being a bit short and Danny being away due to real life, we'll need some help so if you've ever considered writing for the UWF, now is a good time to step up. Next week's card will be posted soon. Cheers!
