Post by Danny on Oct 13, 2019 13:16:39 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. 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.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp with his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*
The lights go out in the arena as the former music of The Miz drowns out any other noise, signalling the arrival of the aforementioned former Intercontinental Champion's best friend Chris Jericho. The lyrical portion of the song begins playing, as a countdown appears on the titantron.
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don’t give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
10
Nothing can break
9
Nothing can break me down
8
Don’t need no advice
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I got a plan
6
I know the direction
5
The lay of the land
4
I know the score like
3
The back of my hand
2
Them other boys
1
I don’t give a damn
The titantron goes out once more, leaving the arena in darkness, save for a small source of light at the top of the stage, shaped like a jacket.
I’m the man, come round
No-no-nothing can break, no-nothing can break me down
I’m the man, come round and
No-no-nothing can break
You can’t break me down
The song continues as "The Man" Chris Jericho struts down the ramp. The former and future UWF Champion oozes confidence, as he is, in his words, fighting for his friend.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Y2J enters the ring with all the swagger of an American named Jack, and all the charisma of a Canadian Captain. The Lionheart is hyped for the match ahead, ready to take on all comers like the Alpha he is.
As the official performs some pre-match checks, Havoc turns his back to Jericho to perform some stretches in the corner. Jericho is practically champing at the bit to get things started. The official calls for the bell with Havoc's back still turned.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Jericho runs right at Havoc, who spins round and goes low with a dropkick to the knee that sends Jericho crashing face-first into... an exposed turnbuckle? Jericho's forehead is split wide open as Havoc quickly kips right back up and starts hammering the back of his head and upper torso with clubbing blows. Jericho can't cover up from the savage assault, eating every blow as his legs increasingly grow wobbly. Havoc then grabs him by the hair and slams his face off the exposed steel buckle several times before grinding his forehead into it, the fans booing loudly the violent act as the official sternly rebukes Jimmy.
Tom Phillips: This has to be illegal. Disqualify him, ref!
Corey Graves: What? Jimmy Havoc is just using his environment to his advantage here against a former world champion!
Havoc pulls a dazed Jericho out of the corner in a German suplex clutch, but Jericho manages to break free and spin around, intending to hit an elbow. Havoc merely ducks it, catching the arm with one hand and using it to feed into the short-arm lariat he calls the Acid Rainmaker! Jericho hits the canvas hard and Havoc goes for a deep cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner...
JIMMY HAVOC!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, he's done it! In what can only be considered a massive upset, Jimmy Havoc makes a powerful statement with a quick pinfall victory over the former UWF Champion Chris Jericho!
Tom Phillips: It all got started with a dirty assault using that exposed turnbuckle. Jimmy should have been disqualified.
Corey Graves: You can't blame him for taking advantage of his surroundings, Tom. You should be blaming whoever it was that removed the buckle pad!
As Havoc celebrates his victory, the official tries to help Jericho to his feet. Chris is clearly out of it after the savage assault. The show moves to a commercial break.
Sinn Bodhi: Guerrillas of Destiny, I don’t like you in the slightest bit. But lucky for me, I don’t have to like you and pretty soon, I’ll be punching in your faces to work out that dislike and relieve some stress and pent up anger. Now you probably think the win tonight is yours to walk away with, and I’ve got this to say: if you do leave the victors, we won’t make it an easy thing to do. We in the New Kingdom, we’re fighters that show up and don’t quit until we see fit or we’re forced to. And I don’t foresee you forcing us to do anything so it’ll have to be over whenever we see fit.
But here’s something else to keep in the back of your minds: one day we’ll cross paths again and that’s the truth no matter what tonight’s result is. So get cocky, get confident, but get ready as you get welcomed...to the Freakshow!
Darby Allin: And what a Freakshow it’s going to be, Sinn. See, G.O.D. think they have us and every other tag team on the roster figured out but in our complexity, we can’t be narrowed down or typecast and put into a box so what you think you know about the New Kingdom isn’t even scratching the surface. What will be scratching the surface is our hands digging away at your skin, leaving scars that face paint can’t cover up. I should know considering I have both, but it’s nothing to me to gain more if it means giving you that ownership right as well. You might be thinking of New Day right now, but don’t let New Kingdom become an afterthought, because that’s the quickest way to the coffin.
Vinny Marseglia: Speaking of quick ways to the coffin, Ultramantis Black is barreling down that highway to Hell far faster than he or Dr. Cube realize. See Ultramantis, for all your mystique and mystery, I am your greater. And when it comes to a fight of more than words, I will be your usurper. You said it yourself, Observe the King, but while you meant it for my detriment, I will use it as a weapon in my favor. Observe your King, UWF, as he breaks Ultramantis Black into pieces and stores them in the box that is Dr. Cube’s head. Observe your King as he wines and dines on the splendor of that victory. And Observe your King as Genesis arrives and he leaves with the UWF Championship as his own once more.
The scene fades into Michael Cole sitting in his interview chair.
Michael Cole: Hello, everybody, I am Michael Cole and today I am here with one third of the New Day, Xavier Woods.
Michael Cole: Thanks for taking time out of your day to be here.
Xavier Woods: No, thank you, Michael. Can we go by a first name basis? Do you prefer Cole? Maybe a nickname? You know on my YouTube channel, UpUpDownDown, everyone has a nickname. Though this isn't my channel. Would you still want a nickname?
Michael Cole: No, none of that is necessary; Cole or Michael is fine.
Xavier Woods: Cool… Cool…
Woods scratches the back of his head as he does a slight smile.
Michael Cole: So, Woods, you've got your into the Elimination Chamber match at Genesis, and some people are saying you're the underdog in the match up. Even the likes of Ultramantis who has had a bumpy up and down in the UWF has higher betting odds than you right now for the match. How do you take these doubters and hate?
Xavier Woods: I mean, they're right. I'm the underdog. But I have little doubt in my mind I'll lose—
Michael Cole: Why? Cause you had a couple multiman wins?
Cole's voice squeals a bit as he gets that high pitch voice he does when he doesn't take something seriously.
Xavier Woods: OK, rude. If you let me finish I was saying, you'd get to know. Yeah, people say I'm a rabbit's foot. They claim I'm a fluke, like you seem to think, but I'm a freaking winner. And when people doubt on my legitimacy and skills, it fuels me to prove them wrong. And yes, I have won many multiman matches, which means I got the best odds out of anyone there. Sure, I may not be familiar with the hellish structure of the Elimination Chamber match. And I may go in there as my joyful self, but I have no doubt I won't go out a different man.. .
Woods face goes a bit grim and serious as he implies the chamber changes who you are and your soul before a smile grows wide on his face.
Xavier Woods: ONE third of your U. W. F. WOOOORRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONS!
Michael Cole: Y—you're joking right? You gotta be joking? Look, I don't care if I'm coming off unprofessional here, but you're going against the former world champions, bud. Samoa Joe, former International Champion; Vinny Marseglia, former UWF Champion; Aleister Black! The man who literally destroyed his former tag partner to oblivion! You really think you fair in that chamber match? Seriously? Hell, even Ultramantis Black has been destroying person by person. All you have done is win by distractions and being the guy was in the right place at the right effin' time! You really think a guy filled with doubt masked as positivity can win against the likes of them? I will pray for you when you face Aleister tonight.
Woods shakes his head as he is seething with anger underneath.
Xavier Woods: Okay, listen here, Cole. You… You are tryna tear me down right now, and it isn't gonna work. Not in the slightest. Yes, I do believe I can beat them. I do believe I will walk out of Genesis your new UWF Champion, and I don't need your stupid thoughts and prayers, cause I'm gonna win either way. This is what I mean—when people hate on me, it fuels me. I'm gonna beat Aleister Black tonight. Show why I'm gonna be your next UWF Champion, and my positivity will not fade. No, it will rise above all of this, I will make my dream come true, and I'll make the New Day your first ever UWF Champions! I don't care about Joe, Morrison, Ultramantis Black, Aleister Black or Vinny. I don't care about their past accolades, I care about one thing—ME. And making my brothers proud, myself proud, and bring an absolute banger of a match! Now I'll be taking my leave.
Michael Cole: I still got questions though!
Xavier Woods: You get no more questions.
Michael Cole: Pfft, why not?
Xavier Woods: Cause you broke the rules.
Michael Cole: What rules? This is my interview!
Xavier Woods: Wrong, sir, wrong! Under section 37b of the contract we signed for this interview it states quite clearly that all statements shall become null and void if—and you can read it for yourself—inside this Booty-o's cereal box: "I the undersigned shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses here and contained—
Michael Cole: Wait a minute! Are you quoting the Chocolate Factory?
Woods does shifty eyes as he knows he's been caught.
Xavier Woods: No, and you get nothing! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!
Woods abruptly stands up and storms out of the room as Michael Cole just laughs as he sees Woods as a schmuck. The camera zooms in on Cole when suddenly he's getting covered in milk and Booty-o's!
Big E: YOU DON'T TALK TO OUR FRIEND LIKE THAT!
Kofi Kingston: Learn some damn manners, man!
Big E and Kofi were listening from outside the room and came storming in for Woods' defense. Michael has a face of shock as Kofi and E hightail it out of there leaving Michael drenched in cereal and milk. Revolution rolls on.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match!
”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.
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.
Ranallo: The New Kingdom has an axe to grind with the G.O.D. after an ambush attack on the tag team champions cost them a match by way of disqualification last week. I have to say, these fellas don't seem like they're the kind of guys you want to have coming after you.
Phillips: Truer words. I'm told that they asked specifically for this match-up tonight following what transpired seven days ago. You can hardly be surprised by the irreverence of the Gangdom at this point, but they might have gotten themselves in trouble here.
Ranallo: A win for the New Kingdom would serve the dual purpose of getting some sweet revenge and putting them in line for the next shot at those titles, too.
Graves: I agree, but they'll have their work cut out for them and then some.
Allin and Bodhi stand in the squared circle and wait for their opponents to arrive.
"G.O.D" plays throughout the arena, and as the crowd boos while others hold up Too Sweets, as out through the curtain walks out Tama Tonga with his hands waving in front of his face towards the crowd swaying along with the music, and Tanga Loa marching up right behind him. Tanga shouts out into the open air with a primal yell, as Tama turns around pointing at his brother before swaying back around.
Chimel: Weighing in at combined weight of 400 and 39 pounds: "The Bad Boy" Tama Tonga, and "The Silverback" Tanga Loa. Guerrillas of Destiny, G-O-D!
Tama drops down to the floor and uses his hands to crawl forward sliding across the floor as he looks straight into the lens of the camera, The shot moves up to Tanga who shoots his finger gun to the camera lens and then to the crowd. Tama slides into the ring when Tanga Loa running up the steel steps. Tama is swaying around with his hands, as Tanga Loa smacks his chest and raises his hands up in the air.
Phillips: No love lost for the Gangdom. The UWF Universe is sick and tired of their shenanigans and while the New Kingdom might not exactly be "fan favourites", it sounds like they'll have the town backing them in this contest.
Graves: Did you actually just say "shenanigans"?
Ranallo: Do you have a more appropriate word to describe what Samoa Joe, Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa have done since they came to the company?
Graves: As far as I can tell, they've absolutely dominanted. Samoa Joe is just weeks away from becoming the next UWF Champion and these guys are massive favourites to take the tag team titles away from the New Day - thank God. I'll be the first to admit that the New Kingdom are a terrifying match-up for anyone on the roster, but I honestly don't see anybody posing a legitimate threat to the G.O.D. as they make a play for the top of the mountain. Just watch and see what I'm talking about.
The G.O.D. stare down the New Kingdom, talking some serious trash while the spooky boys maintain a sinister, threatening silence. Its combustable - about to blow - and the Ref knows it. He orders the tandems to pick a starting guy. Loa volunteers and points his finger into Bodhi's chest, challenging him to kick things off. The Carnival Freak happily obliges. Stripes calls for the bell.
DING DING
And we're off to the friggin races. Loa and Bodhi circle the squared circle. Footworking. Posturing up. Eyeing each other. Feints. Fake-outs. Machismo. Atmosphere. And finally, the lock-up! We're talking old school collar-and-elbow, just like mom used to make. The crowd pops for the wrasslin'.
Tanga Loa is a bit bigger and therefore a bit stronger. He powers his opponent back a brace of paces before pushing his arms away and transitiong into a sideheadlock. The Tongan squeezes and pulls buddy in, synching it just that extra smidge tighter so that Sinn really feels it. Tanga sticks out his tongue and laughs like a bully. Bodhi tries to push him off to no avail, even with the encouragement from his teammate back in the home corner.
Abandoning the strong way out, Bodhi gets technical with is. His knee hits the back of Loa's buckling the leg. Now with the Gangdom'r off balance, Bodhi shifts his own weight and drops down, slipping out and cradling his foe on the way down for some kinda snappy roll-up! The Ref slides down to count it...
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Loa kicks out an early two! Dude scrambles to his feet but the Carny catches him on the come-up and tugs him back down with something not unlike a reverse X-Factor. I don't even know what you'd call that, because that friggin Wikipedia editor deleted my compendium of grappling knowledge. Anyway, Bodhi, having learned the trade of flexibility and joint manipulation from some Romanian twins back in his circus days, puts his learning to good use and snappily transitions from whatever grip he had into a cruficix pin! The Ref counts this one too!
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Loa rolls through to make a cover of his own!
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But Bodhi gets out of there before you can say "thizat waz a clozes one" or whatever the fuck.
Phillips: An exchange of early pinfall attempts to start us off tonight.
Ranallo: I expect this contest to be neck-and-neck until one of these talented tandems can manage to find just the right opening to get ahead.
Both buddies get up quick. Bodhi with a knife-edge chop across the chest. "WOOOO" says the people. Loa fires back with an elbow to the face. He's dazed. Loa goes for a haymaker but Bodhi catches him and armdrags him down to the mat. Sinn then runs to the ropes and bounces back, but Tanga meets him on the return with an arm drag of his own. The talented Mr. Bodhi flips over high, a combination of his hasty momentum and the Tongan's brute strength. The added elevation gives him enough time to flip over completely and land on his feet. He turns and fires off a dropkick, marvelously achieving head height on the towering contender. But Tanga bats the feet out of the air. Swatted. Bodhi falls down to his chest and Tanga dives on him, sinking in a grounded chinlock. But then Bodhi rolls his over, planting his shoulders into the mat. The Ref sliders in to make the count...
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Tanga powers out! Bodhi stands up but the Tongan knocks out his legs from beneath him with a clubbing strike before pouncing on him with the cover...
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Bodhi pushes him off before the third count can land! A close call! Loa goes to get up but Sinn grabs a hold of both his ankles, tugs them out and then flips over him for a jack knife pin! The Official is really getting a work out tonight!
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But not three! Tama leaps down to the ground and pulls his brother out through the bottom ropes to break up the cover! Bodhi is shocked! The Ref is irate! Darby Allin is air born!
Ranallo: Look out below!
Graves: What the hell is that maniac doing?
Allin protests the illegality of the intervention by sprinting across the apron, leaping up on to the turnbuckle and then diving on to the two Tongans on the commentary table side of the floor. Strike. Bodies like bowling pins. All over the place. Darby gets up to his feet, clutching his ribs. Remember, this dude is fifty percent skeleton and fifty percent twink so there's not much meat to land on but he just gave the Gangdom a hundred percent reason to remember the name. Homie lets out some kinda battle cry and the crowd gives it right back to him. "Oh you liked that"? Sinn Bodhi asks with a crooked grin. "Then hows about one of these?" He asks with a dive of his own. Right through the middle and top rope. Like a missile. Or a man being fired out of a cannon. Bodhi shoots out of of the ring and collides full force with the two Tongans, taking them down all over again. Big pop from the crowd!
Graves: This amateur Official has lost all control of this contest.
Ranallo: I don't think he stood much of a chance with these two teams.
Phillips: This is some pretty impressive stuff from the New Kingdom against the number one contenders!
Allin helps Bodhi roll the beat up Tanga Loa under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Darby takes his place at the home corner while Sinn re-enters the squared circle to make get it all above board before he tags his partner into the match. The crowd cheers as the exciting young demon boy enters the contest officially.
Loa is just a lil bit loopy after having two people land on his head. Allin capitalizes like a capitalist, moving around him like the moon orbits the earth while firing off some nasty jabs like the moon punching the earth. Bam! Bop! Blammy! He's piecing the dude up. Pop! Pop! Loa retaliates with a wild haymaker attempt but Allin ducks underneath it like he's some kinda limbo genius and then smacks Loa with a European Uppercut for his troubles. Then Tongan's head snaps back. Darby then runs to the ropes, riochets off and is comin' on home with some lucha libre stuff undoubtedly in mind. We're talking headscissors, kids. He jumps into the air and OH SNAP Tanga catches him and spins him right round and buries that poor guy with an effing POWERSLAM! Brutal! He keeps him just like that for the pin...
Phillips: Oh my! That impact was vicious!
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Ranallo: That might be enough to put him away...
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Allin kicks out at two and a halfsies! Oh boy. He's shaken up somethin' fierce. Tanga backs off to collect himself while Darby rolls over and looks to his corner, a tag in mind. He sees Bodhi with his hand out-stretched but before any tags can be tagged, a now recovered Tama Tonga sneaks up behined Sinn and pulls him off the apron. Having caught him off guard, Tama uses the periodic element of surprise to beat him up some, driving him face first into the turnbuckle, then whipping him into the guardrail and then catching him on the bounce back with a Gun Stun right there on the floor!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Tama Tonga has just demolished Sinn Bodhi!
Phillips: He must be out cold!
Graves: They Gangdom said they were going to take them out. Just like they did the New Day. Look, this town isn't big enough for everyone to have their own little team. The G.O.D. want total dominance, and for Joe to have every advantage going into the Elimination Chamber. That means whittling down the New Day and the New Kingdom so Woods and Marseglia don't have any back up come Genesis. They're brutal, yes, but they're intelligent, too. They know exactly what they're doing.
Tama looks around the room with a look on his face like he just stole a cookie from the cookie jar. The audience boos the heck out of him. Tanga tells him to get on the apron to make the tag, and he does just that, hustling back to the home corner so he cant enter the match for reals for the first time.
Allin is just finally getting to a vertical base when Tama runs up from behind and nails him with a forearm to the back of the dome. The Seattler stumbles forward. Tonga goes for a bulldog to follow up, but Darby has the wherewithal to shove him off, knocking him chest-first into the turnbuckle where Sinn would be standing if weren't KO'd on the floor. Tama grimaces and staggers back, and Allin catches him around the face with an inverted facelock. You know what means? INVERTED DDT! He drops him like its hot and then makes a cover...
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Tanga Loa runs in and puts the boots to Darby to break it up. The Ref shouts at him and tells him to go back to his corner. Loa just glares at stripes and then shrugs at the screaming crowd.
Phillips: Loa isn't all that concerned about public perception for the Gangdom.
Ranallo: No surprises there.
Allin slowly gets up, pulling Tama with him. Tonga punches him across the face. Darby responds with a shot of his own. Tama gets him with a headbutt. Allin stumbles, nearly falls, but then grabs Tama by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Darby doesn't wait for him to come back, instead, he runs to the adjacent ropes and looks to catch Tama with some stellar timing and nifty maneuvering. But Tama sees him coming, switches up his pace, times it just right and slows himself down before Darby can catch him, so instead he blows right by. Tama changes course on a dime and follows behind him. As Allin bounces back off the far ropes, Tonga shows up just behind him and catches him with a knee to the gut. Allin doubles over and from that position, Tonga nails a suplex.
Graves: Best defensive wrestler in the game! His footwork is on point. Nobody works the ropes better.
Ranallo: Nobody will argue that the G.O.D. aren't talented. Its the ethics I question.
Graves: Psssh. Ethics schmethics.
Phillips: He's going for the cover!
Indeed! Tama holds the suplex and bridges for a pin attempt...
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Darby kicks out at two! On the outside, Sinn Bodhi finally starts to stir and get up. But he's still nowhere near ready for a tag in and when Allin looks to his corner, its as vacant as that haunted house at the end of the block. You know the one. The haunted one. Tama's fed up with the dude and goes to tag his brother in, but as he's walking away, Darby shoves him in the back. Tama collides with Loa, knocking him off the apron just as they're tagging. Darby then flips over Tama and nails him with a Stunner! Tama's head snaps back before he collapses to the canvas! Allin shoots the half for the cover as the crowd is going nuts...
But the Ref won't count it! He says that Tama technically tagged in Loa! Darby stands up to protest while the crowd boos.
Graves: I saw a tag. The Ref did too.
Phillips: I'd like to see a replay. Darby could've just had this match won.
The arguing with the Referee proves to be a mistake. Loa creeps on back into the ring and when Allin turns around, he eats a facefull of lariat from the legal man. He gets turned inside out by the massive clothesline and Loa makes the cover while the crowd boos...
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Darby kicks out at one! What a trooper! Tanga shakes his head in disbelief then goes over to his brother to help him up. Tama's a bit loop but when he sees what's going on, he nods and gets into business mode real quick. The G.O.D. lift up Allin on to their shoulders for a Magic Killer, surely spelling the end of the match. They go to finish off the New Kindom for good...
But then Allin twists out, taking out Tama with a spiffy ankle-headscissors while arm dragging Loa overhead. Bodies everywhere! Tama rolls to the outside. Loa falls clumsily and Darby, somewhoe still withsome pep in his step, runs to the ropes and comes speeding back before blasting Loa across the face with a big boot! He collapses on top of Tanga after his sole rearranges the dude's dental allignment, making the cover...
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Loa kicks out. Darby screams in frustration, but sees his partner has finally made it to the corner! The crowd does the building-speed-clap thing and cheer him on as Allin crawls towards the save. Loa rolls over and does the same, inching his way towards Tama who has climbed back on to the apron on their end. Its a race against time! Both men dragging themselves bit by bit until finally, at the very last instant...
HOT TAG! Sinn Bodhi is in! Tama slaps hand, hops the rope and meets him there but takes a friggin clothesline for his troubles! Tanga turns and tries to cut off the momentum but he eats a clothesline too! Tama gets back up and BOOM he gets dropkicked! Loa comes after him and gets his face knocked sideways by a spinning elbow! Dummied!
Ranallo: Bodhi is a man possessed!
Graves: Yeah and also he's doing well in the match right now.
Bodhi pulls Tama to his feet, hooks his arms overhead and looks to take him out with that Tallulah Belle. But then Tama spins him around, locks his head under the arm and tries for the Tongan Twist! Sinn spins out, hooks the arms again and DDT's that dude's dome right into the canvas! Welcome to the Freakshow! He rolls him over for the cover...
Graves: Uh oh...
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Ranallo: To borrow a phrase, "Goodnight Irene"!
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No! Loa slides in to break it up! The crowd hisses the heinous actions as Tanga picks Bodhi up and drapes him over the shoulder for some Apeshit.
But Bodhi slides off his back and gives him a standing Hell-Bow to the back of the head for his troubles. Loa gets knocked straight outta the ring through the ropes! Bodhi turns to his corner seeing a vengeful Darby begging for the tag. Bodhi obliges, slapping hands with his partner before launching himself through the ropes and onto Loa to make sure he stays out of the picture for good.
Phillips: Let's see him break up a pin now!
Ranallo: It's total chaos out there!
Darby slowly pulls himself up on to the turnbuckle. You know what that means. Mother effing Coffin Drop. The still downed Tama Tonga waits below in perfect position. That lunatic finally makes the top, turns around, crosses his arms and falls back with reckless abandon to deliver his finish...
Tama Tonga jumps up into the air and catches him coming down with a Gun Stun! But the neckbreaker kind! Not the cutter! Outta nowhere! The crowd goes bonkers just cause its a wild spot, but then boos when Tama rolls him over for the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
THE GANGDOM OF DESTRUCTION!
Darby rolls away, clutching his neck in pain while Tonga shirks the Ref's hand-raise to help his brother up at ringside. Post-match shenanigans are foregone in lieu of the fast-paced back-and-forth brawl taking its toll on both teams. The G.O.D. retreat up the ramp, arrogant smiles on their faces while they beak off the crowd. Sinn sliders into the ring to help Darby up while the glare at their opponents.
Ranallo: That's the kind of action you won't find anywhere else in the world, folks. Two amazing teams battling it out for supremacy, with major implications heading into Genesis and beyond.
Phillips: And I think there might be some unfinished business here.
Graves: Maybe. All anyone can say for sure is that the G.O.D. are the most dominant team in the world. Its just a matter of time until they're wearing those title belts.
The New Kingdom continues to stare down the Gangdom until Revolution heads elsewhere.
[Camera shows Naomi sitting down with Kayla Braxton while discuss with her]
Kayla Braxon: I'm sitting here with the Glow Naomi. so tell us of what happen last month when you was in your Husbands corner after they lost to the World Warriors on Revolution
The Glow|Naomi: Reason they force The Usos to lose was because of that chick Tessa Blanchard. done pulled my hair and slung me over the steel steps but id Tessa. wants a match with Becky Lynch. then why not make it instead of a singles match with Tessa and Becky and add me into that mix as well like a triple threat match cause i am getting my revenge on that tramp Tessa Blanchard for what she did to me after the tag match on Revolution.
Kayla Braxton: but Naomi. what Tessa. just said that she wants to challenge The Man Becky Lynch. is there anything you could do about it Naomi to stop Tessa for fighting Becky Lynch at Genesis.
The Glow|Naomi: Tessa. will not fight Becky unless I get put in that match between Blanchard and Lynch in a Women's triple threat match on Genesis on UWF network.
Kayla Braxton: Naomi. do you think that Tessa or Becky Lynch. will agree to that triple threat match between the three of you on Revolution.
The Glow|Naomi: to be on is with you Kayla. I rather team up with Becky instead of a triple threat match on Genesis but if Tessa doesn't like my approval then she knows where to find me and Becky Lynch. at on Revolution on UWF.
Kayla Braxton: and what will go wrong if she doesn't accept your offer Naomi on Revolution this Wednesday.
The Glow|Naomi: actually Kayla. I don't know just yet but I will find out this week when I hear Becky Lynch say a few words of what Tessa just said about The Man Becky and what she did to me after the tag match on Revolution.
The Glow|Naomi: and she can feel the Glow.
(Naomi exits out fo the room area when Kayla Braxon continues talking)
Kayla Braxton: thanks for stopping by Naomi and good luck finding Tessa. on Revolution.
Kayla Braxton: and we hope to see if Tessa or Becky Lynch will face Tessa or The Man Becky teams up with Naomi to take out Tessa in her tag partner to fight Becky and Naomi in a women's tag match at Genesis PPV on UWF network.
[Scene cuts off when we head over to our ring announcer Tony Chiemel with our sponsors]
[The Truth of Reigns hit's the P.A System when Roman Reigns comes out from behind the curtains when he looks around to his fans he starts walking down the aisle slapping children some high fives]
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, and the match prior, and the two matches after that.
“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.
DING DING
Phillips: This one is going to be a clash of styles, who do you guys got?
Graves: Well, Neville has a chip on his shoulder after that loss to Ligero, so I'd go with him.
Ranallo: Neville isn't gonna recover from that loss so easily, I expect Roman to overpower him and get the win, let's get to the action.
Roman steps to the center of the ring, wanting to lock up with Neville, who laughs at the gesture, as if Roman isn't worthy of locking up with him. That triggers a painful response from Reigns, who quickly sprints to Neville and delivers a massive Lariat. Roman immediately deadlifts Roman onto his shoulders and drops to the canvas, giving Neville a Samoan Drop he won't soon forget. Now Roman is the one laughing, as locks his bicep around Neville's head. Neville attempts to get up but Roman won't budge until Neville is able to loosen the grip and shoot up and flip over behind Roman. Roman turns around and Adrian nails him with a roundhouse kick. Neville runs the rope and hits a step-up enziguri to the kneeling Roman, who falls to the canvas.
Graves: Neville was in a dangerous situation, but quickly turned everything around.
Ranallo: Those kicks were as brutal as what I see when I called MMA!
Phillips: Gotta hand it to Neville, Roman could've ended this early had Neville not flipped out.
Neville makes his way up the ropes but as he gets to the top, Roman stands. Roman bursts to the corner and Neville has barely any time to react as Roman clubs him. Neville claws at roman, but Roman has Neville in his grasps as he hoists him on his shoulders in a Samoan Drop position. Roman looks towards the ground and shakes his head, he wants something more dangerous. He climbs up a step to the rope and falls back to the canvas, an audible groan from Neville can be heard as he absorbed tons of impact from the top rope Samoan Drop. Roman makes the cover...
One...
Two...
Thr... NO!
Ranallo: That count was way too close for comfort!
Graves: It didn't matter though, he kicked out. He's all good.
Phillips: A near-three count isn't good if Neville wants to stay in this match longer.
Reigns delivers some clubbing axe handles to the back of Neville to weaken him and lifts him up by the wrist. He extends Neville out and gets him with a short-arm lariat before going back to the ground to work on Neville's head... but Neville gets him in a triangle lock! Neville wrenches it in hard but Reigns is starting to get to his knees. With surprising quickness, Roman makes it all the way to his feet with Neville on his shoulders. It looks like he's going to powerbomb him and Neville releases the hold in an attempt to prevent that but Roman instead drops him into a Bear Hug! Roman's huge arms squeeze Neville's body as you can see Neville grimacing. Neville isn't looking too good until he starts absolutely hammering the side of Roman's head with vicious elbows. The sound is just down right sickening and Roman has to let go.
Graves: Neville is in that zone now. There's no telling what vicious thing is next.
Neville hurries to the backside of Reigns and hooks his arms, going for a tiger suplex! Reigns won't let it happen and arm drags Neville to his front side and runs the ropes for a jumping clothesline... that misses! Neville ducks under and hits Reigns with a superkick! Reigns is down and Neville knows he has to be as fast as he can as he quickly climbs to the top rope. As soon as Roman gets to his knees Pac leaps off and absolutely destroys Roman with a Shooting Star Knee Strike to the back of the head.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! REIGNS MIGHT BE KNOCKED OUT!
Graves: Absolutely vicious.
Phillips: Good god, that move looks horrifying.
Neville surprisingly doesn't go for the pin and instead tries to lock in the Rings Of Saturn! He gets the head wrenched in but can't get Roman's left arm between his legs, which alloes Roman to wildly swing back in desperation. One of Roman's swings gets Neville right in the chin and Neville falls back! Roman is still really hurt from that Shooting Star Knee and Neville is the first one to his feet. Neville has something planned though and waits for Roman to get to his feet. Neville handsprings off the ropes and goes for a Backflip Tornado DDT, but Roman avoids it and they run the ropes again and clash in the middle as Roman goes for a Superman Punch! Neville ducks under and handsprings off the ropes again and hits the Backflip Tornado DDT this time. He goes for the cover...
One...
Two...
Th... NO!
Adrian becomes really frustrated and starts stomping a mudhole on the head of Roman, it looks awful as Neville comes away with a smile after he's done. The smile doesn't leave him as he climbs the top rope, surely looking to end it with a big Black Arrow. Neville is perched on top and... Roman rolls to the other side. The smile on Neville's face disappears as he steps down from the ropes and looks at Roman on the other side... who's face is shaking?... something has awoken in Roman as he stands up and lets out a massive roar before charging at Neville for a spear! Neville knees him in the face though and it stops Roman... but not for long. Roman spins around and decks Neville with a lariat that sends him to the ground.
Phillips: The tides of this match seem to be changing every second, Roman could end it here but I wouldn't be surprised if Neville turns it around.
Ranallo: More twists than an M. Night Shaymalan movie!
Graves: Neville is still my pick!
Roman grabs Neville's arms and legs and lifts him all the way up to his shoulders. Neville in powerbomb position! Roman hoists him up to drive him into the ground but Neville flips around on his shoulders and hits a Reverse Frankensteiner! PAC smiles and bursts to the corner and hops up the ropes. He stares at Roman like a steak on a platter and leaps off! BLACK ARROW! IT HITS!!!! NEVILLE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Tony Chimel: Your winner... ADRIIIIIIIIAAAAAAN NEEEEEVIIIIIILE!!!
The Camera pans to a sign reading “Diamond VIP” we all know what that means, The Diamond Tessa Blanchard is doing some very important work, talking (angrily yelling) on the phone, but being so kind she takes the time off to talk to the UWF fans/camera.
Tessa Blanchard: "Hmph U.W.F, despite being a very very busy woman, with you know preparing The World Warriors for Genesis, and examining D.I.Y, who after the showing against New Day, aren’t much of a threat. But about that match, do you know what Drake Maverick demanded? HE DEMANDED ME TO NOT BE AT RINGSIDE? Where did Ethan find this annoying troll! Dose he not know, that I have never done anything illegal, every time I “get involved” it’s just business, I’m just being a good manager looking out for my boys.”
She quickly looks at her phone and texts some things, before drinking some kind of alcoholic beverage, maybe a margarita? Possibly Sex on The Beach? Who knows.
Tessa Blanchard: "FINE! You want me nowhere near the match? So be it Drake! I’ll be watching from the back, like a filthy commoner. In the end it one matter The World Warriors will win, and Maverick will be forced to give them some tag title contention, no longer will they be Linear champs. Soon the real gold will be coming. So I’ll follow your rules little man, but if this wrongful punishment keeps happening to The World Warriors, well I hope you like lawsuits.”
Once again she glances at her phone rolls her eyes and turns back to the camera.
Tessa Blanchard: "So there ya go, there’s my statement. I amy not like it but I honor it, I mean I’m a professional after-all. Now I am going to have to get back to my managerial duties, so if you would excuse me and get out of my face please. What, Still here? Oh? You want me to address the rumors of me going solo. Listen here, those are just rumors, now like I said I have very important work to get back too so I’d love it if you would just get out of my face. NOW!”
The camerman clearly gets the message and quickly leaves as the camera feed fades to black.
The cameras open up in a street in an undisclosed location where UWF interviewer Byron Saxton is standing by.
Byron Saxton: Okay so we got word that Noam Dar is hosting a big party here tonight, we’re not entirely sure what the occasion is, but we’ve decided to try our luck and see if we can get inside in order to check out the vibe and hopefully join in on the fun. Here we go...
The cameras follow Saxton along the path towards the front door of a house. Some party music and the sound of voices can be heard filtering out from the inside which indicates that there's definitely something going on. Saxton knocks the door three times which his hand and awaits a response. A few seconds later a voice can be heard from the other side which sounds exactly like...
Noam Dar: Well, well, well Miss October, three chaps of the door can mean only one thing... Your twin sister has just shown up!
The door opens and Dar, with his head turned to the side, not facing who's stood in front of him, begins to speak again.
Noam Dar: Weeellll Heeellllloooo Mi..JESUS!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?
Dar gives himself the fright of his life and appears to startle Saxton as well, but the reporter attempts to remain professional and responds accordingly.
Byron Saxton: Ermmm, sorry, I’m Byron Saxton, UWF correspondent, we’ve met before.
Noam Dar: Eh!? When?
Byron Saxton: I was the one who interviewed you after your very first match on Revolution. You beat Joey Janela by disqualification.
Noam Dar: Naw I think you’re mistaken pal. I seem tae recall it was that young upstart Dorkchop who interviewed me after all my matches due tae Scoops McCallahan’s failing tae honor contractual obligations. That’s besides the point though, what are you doing here? This is a private party I’ll have you know.
Byron Saxton: Well we got word that you were hosting a gathering and well we just figured we’d try our luck at getting in on the fun. So may me and the crew come in?
Noam Dar: Mate, there’s more chance of me giving you a crack at the Intercontinental Title at Genesis than letting you lot through this door, and considering that there’s zero chance of you getting a shot at the title at Genesis, that says even less about your chances of joining this party tonight!
Byron Saxton: Okay, but can you at least give us a hint as to what this party is in aid of? Because, and I mean this with no disrespect intended, you don’t really strike me as someone who has all that much to celebrate about at the moment.
Dar's face drops and begins to boil with rage.
Noam Dar: How dare you! How very dare you! What gives you the right tae march on tae my property, interrupt both my party and my getting tae know you session with Miss October, and have the audacity and the cheek tae claim that I’ve got nothing worth celebrating right now! You obviously think that because I’m not set tae risk my wellbeing in that ghastly Elimination Chamber, that just I’ve got absolutely nothing going for me. Well you’re very much mistaken ya cretin! I'm the UWF Intercontinental Champion, I'm the one who gave the country of Scotland something tae finally be proud of, and I'm the one that did exactly what I said I was gonna do and stuck the final nail in the NWO's coffin by putting down Kevin Nash last week. I could go on and on about what else I've got going on that's worthy of recognition, but I'd much rather go back inside and enjoy this awesome party instead of standing here, talking tae a waster like you. So if you don't mind Brian Saxophone... Beat it!
The Scottish Supernova stares brief daggers at Saxton before going back inside and slamming the door shut. The interviewer sighs in frustration as the camera cuts out.
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.
#DIY’s theme blares around the arena. As the beat drops, they both walk out with a spring in their steps. Gargano does his signature taunt and Ciampa attempts to pump up the crowd with that usual eerie psycho grin we see now and again. They then begin their descent down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 399lbs. The team of Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa; D..I..Y!
Both Gargano and Ciampa enter the ring at the same time before getting into the face of one another and pumping each other up. They climb opposite turnbuckles; Johnny puts his hand to his forehead and does his signature taunt, Ciampa just grins and applauds the crowd. They jump back down from the turnbuckles. DIY are ready to go.
DING DING DING
Gargano runs right at Kofi who leaps into the air, already looking for the Trouble in Paradise! Gargano is able to duck it and instead hit a forearm to E on the apron. Kofi turns around only to eat a dropkick from Gargano that makes him lose his balance as he stumbles over to the opposite corner. Ciampa ends up grabbing his arms and pulling them back, leaving him wide open for Gargano to come running over with another dropkick. Kofi however is able to slip free and roll out of the way while Johnny kicks Tomasso right in the face! Johnny places his hands on his head, regretful of the mistake. He turns back around to continue to attack Kofi but E had slipped into the ring and runs him down with a spear!
Tom Phillips: Looks like DIY may have been a little too eager out the gate.
Mauro Ranallo: They came out here ready to prove that they should have been the ones to face the New Day but you can tell their head isn't in the right place right now.
E sees Ciampa on the outside and exits the ring. Next thing you know, he's running full speed, obliterating Tomasso with a running shoulder tackle. In the ring, Kofi is waiting patiently for Gargano to get back up to his feet. Johnny slowly but surely makes his way up but when he turns around, he's met with the Trouble in Paradise! Johnny goes down and Kofi is quick to stack both legs for a deep cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the New Day!
The tag champs celebrate their way to the back as Ciampa comes in and checks on Gargano. He looks a bit defeated, their big opportunity ruined, He doesn't have time to sulk though as suddenly the Boar and Grado come sliding into the ring. Ciampa turns just in time and tries to take the fight to Boar but Grado comes up from behind with a chop block to take him out behind the knee! They're not done there though. Grado continues to stomp down on his knee while Boar holds Gargano in place and forces him to watch. Grado exits the ring and grabs a steel chair, bringing it back in and opening it up to place it around Ciampa's knee. Grado then climbs up the turnbuckles, soaking in the hate of the crowd before leaping off and landing right on the chair! Tomasso screams out in pain while Gargano can only look on. Boar let's Gargano go and he and Grado leave the ring, happy with their handiwork. Gargano is left to tend to Ciampa as the show moves on.
James Winters: Welcome back to University of Leeds Radio Breakfast Show with me, James Winters, and this is our main event of the show to use a phrase that suits our guest, please welcome the Fun Loving and Friendly Professional Wrestler El Ligero
Ligero: Hi there, and thank you for having me on
Winters: So, what is up, how is our hometown hero doing across the pond
Ligero: yeah, everything has been going good lately, had a good few wins back to back and I'm feeling like i'm making steps forward in the UWF, the fans in the US are starting to get behind me almost as much as the fans over here did in places like Birmingham, Newcastle and Brighton but it's nothing to the huge amount of support and love I get every time I step foot in Leeds, and honestly that helps motivate me even more to win and to come back here soon with a belt around my waist.
Winters: Those who've watched UWF lately have noticed that you having been involved with other British Wrestlers such as PAC from Newcastle, Jimmy Havoc from London and Noam Dar from Scotland, do you think that American fans are starting to get behind British Wrestlers more now after seeing how good you all are as talent
Ligero: I think there's an element of that, American fans are starting to see that we can go with the best they have and we've gotten a lot of opportunities thanks to places like the UWF to be ourselves rather than adjust our characters and our styles to fit in like some places do - so I give A lot of Thanks for the UWF for letting us be ourselves and wrestle how we've wrestled for years.
Winters: Now after beating PAC last week who's next for you to challenge?
Ligero: I've made it known that I'd love to face Dar and put on a great show of what we can do - I think we could put on a main event quality match and show everyone that we can kick it to 11 when needed but that's up for the UWF bosses to decide, maybe I'll end up facing Tessa?, Maybe I'll end up facing Jimmy? Maybe I'll end up against Xavier Woods? who knows but one things for sure, they are facing me at my most focused and physically fit and I'll be one hell of a tough competitor to beat.
Winters: If you do get a Title shot and win the belt could we get a follow up interview?
Ligero: haha Yes, I would be glad too, heck if I win the belt I'll do an Open Top Bus tour with Me and the Title for everyone in Leeds to come out and celebrate with me, also it'll give me another chance to come to Elland Road and watch a United Game hahaha
Winters: Haha Awesome and that's another question you've hinted toward that I was gonna ask - with you being a Leeds United Fan do you think with how fit you are you could play for Leeds?
Ligero: maybe if it was a friendly or a testimonial match - honestly that sounds like it would be a ton of fun, but Leeds honestly don't need a player like me, they are a strong enough team without me and hopefully, fingers crossed, we'll be back in the Premier League once the season is finished.
Winters: I hope that too honestly, would be really big for Leeds to be Promoted and Hopefully have El Ligero standing tall with a UWF Title in his hands too - thank you Ligero for the Interview, you can tune in to watch UWF over at uwfnetwork.proboards.com and finally Ligero, what song do you want to Listen too before we go to break
Ligero: Lets go with Queen and Don't Stop Me Now, because it fits me well at the moment
Winters: Awesome pick from an awesome man, here's Don't Stop Me Now
-Interview Ends-
The camera suddenly pans behind a man on the phone with his hood up.
??: Look mate, I need you to come back for this. There’s no way I can do it alone… yeah- ye- I know. I know you walked away to stop yourself from doing such a thing, but it’s starting to become tragic. He’s bottom feeding and failing down there, it’s probably for his own good. Look, I’m not asking you to come back, I never would expect that from you, I don’t particularly plan on coming back either. One last objective, that’s all I’m asking from you.
The camera then cuts over back to Marty who is the man on the phone, he pushes his hood down in frustration on not being able to get Nigel’s help easily.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: I don’t know what to say mate, he’s the reason that we don’t work at the UWF anymore. Adrian Neville, he needs to go. Sooner rather than later. If you still don’t forgive me from the past, then that’s also fine, I wouldn’t expect that from you either… just for old times sake I guess.
The camera then suddenly cuts over to a man, who then is revealed to be the man who left Adrian Neville’s side several months ago, deemed dead weight, Nigel McGuinness!
Nigel McGuinness: When do we start?
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event! Introducing first...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi.
He dances down to the ring while playing the three core words:
"NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS NEW DAY ROCKS!"
He makes it into the ring, while the rest of the New Day dance to the back. He gets loudly cheered by the crowd, and hops up to the second turnbuckle as he continues to play to the crowd. He jumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
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. He takes off his world championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Xavier is the first to go on the offensive as he headbutts his opponent in the nose. Aleister’s head rocks back from the impact before he returns the favor with a headbutt of his own. Woods staggers back as Aleister connects with another one, then delivers a toe kick to the midsection and stands upstage from his opponent, pulling Xavier’s arm through between his own legs and then picking him up and dropping him with a Pumphandle Slam. With Woods on the mat, Aleister drops with a knee to each side and pins him down as he takes wide swings with his arms, clobbering one of the contenders to his title with vicious blows.
After three from each fist, Black gets up and goes to bring his leg over to where his other one is but Woods grabs the leg and bites him hard. Black pulls back, emitting a cry of pain, as teeth marks are visible. Woods follows up with a dropkick as the UWF Champion staggers into the ropes, then charges but Al goes low and scoops Woods over the top rope. Xavier lands on the apron however as he brings his leg up to kick Black in the side of the head, then guides him toward the corner running as he drives his face into it. Woods now leaps over the rope and starts laying punches hard and quick into the abdomen of the champ.
Xavier backs off the body and lands a vicious uppercut, turning Black as he goes for a Bulldog but Black manages to reverse the momentum, stalling him in mid-air before suplexing him up and into the corner, tying him up in a Reverse Tree of Woe. Black begins stomping, starting at the lower back and making his way down the spine as he pulls his leg back for a stomp to the head but as he goes for it, Woods curls upward and is perched on the turnbuckle, then leaps back and catches Black so they spin out into a Bulldog!
Tom Phillips: He landed it!
Woods is up as he’s sizing Aleister up for a kick but as he goes for it, Aleister moves and Woods ends up on his back. Woods scrambles to his feet quickly as Black goes for a Bicycle Kick but Xavier ducks it and connects with a Super Mario-esque looking uppercut, then follows up with another one. He now grabs Black and hits a Spike DDT but Black pops up so Xavier hits one more.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! It’s an up, up, down, down situation!
Aleister stands up, shaking the cobwebs off, as Woods stands at the ready. Black comes to before his opponent expects him to however as he charges and catches him off guard and connects with a Meteora! As he gets up, Woods is still down as he lays a chop into his chest, the way WALTER would. The fans immediately boo this mockery as Black is smiling ear-to-ear about it. He goes to lay in another one as Woods sits up but Xavier blocks it and stands the rest of the way up. Black goes for another chop but Woods smacks his hand away and connects with his friend Kofi’s move, the Trouble In Paradise!
Corey Graves: What, he doesn’t have any moves of his own?
Woods goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Aleister gets the shoulder up as Xavier creates some distance between the two of them. Black is to his feet now as it’s seen blood is running from his nose, meaning Woods busted him open on that kick. Aleister explodes into a rage now and nearly takes Xavier’s head off with a Bicycle Kick! Black grabs him by the ankles and drags him towards the turnbuckle then lets go. Aleister leans down to grab Xavier but Woods gets him with an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner...Xavier Woods!
The scene opes to Shibata being layed out on the ground, bruised and battered. Across from him stands Shinsuke Nakamura, seemingly just finished some king of training session.
Shinsuke looks unimpressed as Shibata slowly rises to his knees
Shibata: So that was your plan for me today, to beat me to the point of exhaustion?
Shinsuke: Yep.
Shibata: I assume I am not going to be given an explanation?
Shinsuke: Nope.
Shibata: So this is where my journey ends huh, I traveled through Japan and Florida to be treated like a... young lion.
Shinsuke: Hmmm, your hard head has finally caught on.
Shibata: While unpleasant at times, this journey has forced me to think about my decision involving the young men at my dojo.
Shinsuke: So a young lion has to all this, and...
Shibata: Having zero emotional connection on top of that will only distance them further from my teachings. An emotional attachment will always make my teachings stronger, it isn't a distraction. I should have always trusted my heart. The distraction was the person lying to me about what the distraction was.
Shinsuke: Kenta?
Shibata: Yes, I understand what he was trying to do now, I shouldn't have trusted him.
Shinsuke: What was it he's been trying to d-
Shibata: I need to get back to the dojo now, I'm sorry. Thank you for helping me in this quest to fulfill a dream.
Many hours later, Shibata has flown back to Los Angeles and sped down to his dojo, he enters and is met by Yuto, the promising young lion.
Yuto: Hey you're back! The guest trainer you enlisted was great, I thought you said he might not come back after you talked to us last time?
Shibata: Who is this guest trainer you are speaking of?
Yuto: KENTA of course, he told us you called him and ask to help train us while you were gone, I have to admit, most of us liked his regimen a bit more, maybe you could talk to him incorporate some of KENTA's stuff into your daily regimen?
Shibata's face grows red, angry at KENTA's betrayal and his attempt to woo the young lions away from him
Shibata: Oh, I'll do more than just talk to him...
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 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. 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 screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and both men don't hesitate to get underway. Both come running out from their respective corners looking for big moves! Ultramantis comes in for a Lariat but Vinny goes ducks and grabs him around the waist to charge him straight into the corner. Vinny does repeated Shoulder Thrusts into the corner on Black before going in for lefts and rights into the gut of Ultramantis. Vinny comes off of him as he holds his hair with a crazed look; the crowd are hollering!
Mauro Ranallo: Vinny is going psycho like Post Malone's EP!
Vinny turns around and runs at Ultramantis for a big move bot Black raises his leg up and clips Vinny on the chin. Vinny stumbles back and Ultramantis comes on the attack with a knee to the gut causing Vinny to hunch over. He then Axehandles Vinny's back taking him down to the ground. Mantis then lays in repeated stomps to the grounded gut of Vinny. Mantis then gets on a knee and grabs Vinny by the hair where he leaves fist after fist into the forehead of Marseglia. He goes for one final punch but Vinny grabs the hand and pulls him in and starts biting his knuckle. Mantis panics for a moment before realising he has another hand and starts clubbing on Vinny's face, but Vinny won't let up. After trying a couple elbows into Vinny's head, Vinny finally releases as Mantis jerks back to the ropes. He checks his hand and the camera zooms in to show the teeth marks Vinny left.
Tom Phillips: Vinny bit hard!
Corey Graves: He didn't bite that hard, cause if he did, there'd be blood.
Vinny is getting up as Mantis recovers. He shakes his hand to get the feeling back in it as he sees Vinny get to his feet. Black comes running at him, but Vinny sees him coming and scoops him up before slamming him down with a Scoopslam! He drops down to Mantis' head and locks in around his around for a Headlock. He wrenches as Ultramantis, face down, reaches for anything to get out of the predicament. Mantis works his ways to his knees as Vinny keeps the hold tight; the referee asking if he wants to submit. Ultramantis Black is able to get on his feet hunched over as Vinny keeps the hold applied; Vinny tries to take him down with a Head Drag, but Mantis plants his feet in the mat, not allowing it to happen! Instead, Mantis lifts Vinny up for a Back Suplex! He bridges for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT TWO!
Vinny rolls through as Mantis gets to his feet; Vinny is up first and makes his way to Mantis. He grabs him by the back of his mask before Ultramantis begins laying in some elbows into Vinny. Vinny stumbles off as Ultramantis grabs Vinny arm and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Mantis tries to go for a swing but Vinny ducks underneath. Vinny comes back off the ropes once more to see Ultramantis and comes in for the Jumpscare! Ultramantis gets laid out as the crowd cheers loudly! This is seeming to be the beginning of the end for Ultramantis Black as Vinny makes his ways to the ropes. He takes his time as he gets to the top. He revels in the moment but takes too long as Mantis springs to his feet and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He lays in a few shots into Vinny before turning him around on the top rope. He gets him into the Electric Chair and looks to be going for a SUPER Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GOD! DON'T DO THIS ULTRAMANTIS! DO NOT DO THIS!
Corey Graves: This will be a spectacle if he can pull this off!
Tom Phillips: And a surefire way to end this match up!
Before Mantis can hit it though, Vinny gets his hands free! He begins to lay in a few headshots before going for a Reverserana! A REVERSE HORRORCANRANA! The two superstars come flying off the top rope with Mantis taking the worst of it! The crowd are chanting in awe! "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Vinny is slow to cover as he regains his whereabouts, but once he does he scrambles over for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!
Vinny is wide eyed as he looks at the ref making sure that he didn't make a mistake. The ref is adamant it's a two count. Vinny wipes the sweat off his face as he stands on his own two feet. Mantis is out of it as he lays there as if he's contemplating his life decisions. He shakes his head real quick to shake the cobwebs before rolling over on his stomach, trying to get back to his feet. Vinny makes his way over and gets him back to his feet. Vinny holds him by the head as he stares daggers at him that pierce through the mask. A smile appears on Vinny's face before he goes in for a Headbutt! Mantis tries to slouch over but Vinny won't let him as he keeps hold.
Mauro Ranallo: Vinny is not done here! He may be making sure Ultramantis can't make it to Genesis.
Corey Graves: I don't think he cares if Black is able to make it or not, he just wants to inflict pain!
Tom Phillips: Mantis may be done here tonight.
Vinny laughs before going in for a another one. This seems to knock the screws back into Ultramantis as he replies with a Headbutt of his own. He gets knocked down onto the mat as he falls onto his back. He looks at Black with a face of shock, cause he wasn't expecting that. Mat is groggily tells him to get back to his feet and bring it with hand gestures. The crowd are rumbling as Vinny slowly gets to his feet, eyeing down Ultramantis Black. Vinny finally gets vertical as Black tells Vinny to come at his. Vinny obliges, but this time, he comes running in for some hellacious move but Ultramantis sidesteps it and tosses Vinny out the ring.
Vinny slams on the apron as Mantis goads him to come back. Vinny holds his head with a crazed look on his face. He lifts up the apron and drags out a… STEEL CHAIR! Mantis backs up as he knows how this could end. Vinny lifts the chair high as Mantis braces himself… BUT THE REF PULLS THE CHAIR OUT OF VINNY HANDS! "You can't do this, Vinny! I'd have to DQ you, I am not going to allow you to do this!" Vinny turns around with a face of anger. The ref stands face to the Horror King before Vinny gets knocked into the referee from a clubbing blow from Mantis! The referee gets taken out as Black grabs the chair and begins laying in shots into the back of Vinny! Vinny rolls in pain as Mantis takes full advantage of the distraction. Black then lays the chair center of the ring before lifting Vinny up! He lifts him up for a Suplex before dropping him into the Cosmic Disaster! Ultramantis kicks the chair out the ring as the ref begins to come back to life. Mantis makes the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE'S YOUR WINNER, ULTRAMANTIS BLACK!
Mauro Ranallo: Mantis wins by devious means tonight, and raises his stock in the UWF in another star making performance! This is truly a Ultramantis Black renaissance like he's Making a comeback like Hulk Hogan after a debacle!
Tom Phillips: And one has to think about Vinny! Ever since losing the title, he has not been the same killer we know!
Corey Graves: Vinny is past his prime, plain and simple. Time has finally caught up with him. I think Black shook him to his core!
Mantis celebrates on the top rope as he toppled the former UWF Champion. He gets down and rolls out the ring to celebrate up the ramp.
Suddenly we cut backstage to Renee Young, awaiting to introduce an interview with a certain UWF superstar.
Renee Young: Hello UWF Universe, my name is Renee Young here backstage to get an interview with Adrian Neville.
Neville walks into the shot, beside Renee with his hands placed tightly up on his hips.
Last week, you faced a devastating loss to El Ligero here on Revolution, and tonight we saw you rebound with a victory over the man currently in a heated rivalry with Jimmy Havoc, Roman Reigns. How does it feel to bounce back after an upset loss?
Adrian Neville: It’s as sweet as apple pie, the Americans put it. Nothing better. I couldn’t contain my anger from such a devastating incident, tonight is exactly what I needed to get back on track, and keep laser focused. Roman Reigns falls to the Black Arrow like the rest of them, and my eyes can truly refocus on the destination.
Renee Young: And what would that destination be?
Adrian Neville: The top. It always has been. I’ve never changed what hasn’t been broken, I’ve seen the top and that’s exactly where I shall go again. Noam Dar, I’m not done with you. Not in the slightest, I’ve had time to think it over, and how I should feel, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m royally pissed off about it.
Imagine someone as incompetent as Oney Lorcan getting shot after shot after shot, and failing each and every time, and then waltzing in and then costing me MY championship? Tragic, honestly. I’m glad that piece of shit is on the shelf, it’s something to rest my mind. But nevertheless, I shall not rest for good until the UWF Intercontinental Championship rests on my shelf for the third time. You better be ready lad.
The next segment opens up with a shot of Chris Brookes standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom. It's assumed to be his bathroom, as it's obviously too fancy to be a public bathroom. He stands, staring blankly at his reflection as he (fittingly) reflects on the events of last week's episode of Revolution. He looks toward the reflection of the camera behind him as he begins to get dressed.
Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes:
I know what you're thinking, "What on Earth was that last week, Chris? How did you, the Television Champion, lose in record time?" And I suppose I owe an answer to that question, don't I? I'm not going to lie, I didn't take him serious, and the night before, I went out on a drunken tear. And that's no fault of my own, as why would I, or any other person with past experience with this man, see him as anything more than a cockroach that you think is dead, but keeps coming back by some sort of divine intervention. Yeah, he may have claimed my first true loss in this company, but is it really something to celebrate about? Should you celebrate about pinning a man who was hungover, and who wasn't serious in any capacity? I don't think so.
Just as he had quickly dispensed of me that night, I've done the same to numerous others, namely Umaga, as I said I would, and the Big Show. You see, no matter which way you try to put it, you always end up at the same place, you end up realising that no matter how monumental the task, how impossible it seems at the time, I always end up completing whatever task I put my mind on, and you aren't going to be different. And it seems that he believes this one win means something, so now I suppose I have to put aside my task of getting that one title I long for, only to put him in his place. Otherwise, he might begin to think he means something in this company, and try to punch down, but we all know that no matter which jobber he goes for, he's always punching up, not the former.
Brookes looks directly at himself once more.
But even if I try to explain this to you, you and him will find a way to spin it, won't you? You'll point and joke and laugh, forgetting that I'm the only one who knows the full story, and if we look at the bigger picture, I'm the only one who can change UWF for the better. But no one ever listens, they take everything at face value and don't give it a second more to grow and flourish. Everything comes with a caveat, and I can't be the only one recognising that the caveat here, is that not a single person in this company, or in the crowd, listen for more than a second to anything I have to say. I can't be the only one.
Chris drove his fist into the mirror. Blood slowly began to drip from his knuckles, his fist still driven into the remnants of the nigh completely shattered mirror, completely stoic.
I'm not going to say his name... he knows who he is. Please, try to lie yourself out of this feud, you narcissistic coward.
As "The Calamari Catch King" stands still, the feed slowly begins to fade out, leading onto the next segment.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
As the opening strains of Moby's "Extreme Ways" hits the soundsystem, the fans find their feet, cheering boisterously for the forthcoming arrival of the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness. The lights cut out as a spotlight sweeps the rabid crowd, finally making its way to the stage as the drums kick in on the song and a pyrotechnic explosion erupts. As the smoke clears, Johnny Morrison emerges, his coat and hair blowing behind him. He steps forward and holds his arm high in his classic pose.
Tony Chimel: From the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!
After his name has been announced, there's another resounding pop from the fans, and Morrison heads down the ramp with a confident swagger. He claps palms with every eager fan, smiling widely as he does so.
Morrison then jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring, and heads to his corner, shrugging off his coat and handing it to the official before breaking into some pre-match stretching in preparation for the battle to come.
"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.
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Joe turns back into the ring, and Johnny Morrison steps forward, to try and get this one quickly underway as the referee singles for this one to get sorted by them making contact with a hand wave to the middle. Joe sways his head side to side, and steps slightly forward, using his fighting stance very prominently to help him move in on Morrison with little movement. Morrison extends his arm out, and the two lock up.
Corey Graves: Into this matchup finally guys, it’s time to see this one get underway.
The two tighten up, and Joe uses his low center of gravity to push up on Morrison, while Morrison firmly pushes down to push Joe back with force. Morrison shoves Joe back a footstep, but then Joe uses this to bait Morrison into giving up some of his power, which he takes advantage of, and pushes him back towards the ropes. The referee ducks in to try and cause a break.
Mauro Ranallo: The official here to try and get these two men off the ropes- oh!
As Mauro calls the action, Joe is backed up and has slapped Johnny Morrison right across the face with his palm. With this, Joe childishly grins over at Morrison from this defiant strike. Morrison clutches into his face from the strike and quickly returns with jumping up, and locking Joe in a quick headlock, scrubbing his hands across Joe’s face in the action.
Johnny Morrison hits down to a knee to make him lean over slightly, and gain some nice leverage into the headlock. With that he continues to wrench in, but Joe swings his arms around the body of Morrison and goes to lift him up overhead for a quick suplex counter in which he lands, and releases his hold around the waist of Morrison, and quickly turns in, and locks Morrison in a grounded headlock.
Tom Phillips: Johnny Morrison had Joe squeezed up in a headlock, but now it looks like Joe has Morrison in one himself!
Joe continues to wrench on the hold in the grounded position, tightening up in the hold, and keeping him in on the hold. As he does this, Johnny places his hands on the front and back of Joe and tightens up. He goes to turn over Joe, and successfully does, placing him in a pinning predicament, and the referee quickly counts.
One…
Joe rolls in on himself and stops the pinfall attempt, opting to hold a front facehold from the ground, not guillotine like, but still in. He tightens up on the hold, wrenching in and telling Johnny to give it up. With that, Morrison bucks his hips up and then removes some of the pressure from Joe.
With Joe on the side now, Johnny pulls his legs in and then kicks up into the air, and then kips up onto his feet, leaving Joe down on the mat, and Johnny lays a quick kick to the side of the head of Joe, knocking him down to the mat. Seeing the opportunity, Johnny runs up to the ropes, and jumps up and springboards back at Joe with a massive moonsault!
Tom Phillips: Quick thinking from Johnny to capitalise there.
Corey Graves: Yeah yeah, it’s only a matter of time before that doesn’t pay off. High risk, high danger.
Morrison kneels after landing this massive maneuver on Samoa Joe, with that Morrison starts to clap a rhythm looking side to side around the arena. He then starts slowly getting up to his feet, and Joe starts to roll over to the ropes and then helps him get up. Joe gets one foot up, as Morrison heads up, and then goes and grabs the arm of Joe.
Morrison leans in and then pulls back and throws Joe towards the ropes, and as Joe returns he goes to swing for a lariat, and then Johnny slides through Joe’s legs, and hits the ropes, and then clocks Joe around the head with a clothesline knocking Joe face down to the mat, and he clutches in on his face.
Joe turns around and sits up, and Morrison hits the ropes again and clocks Joe’s chest with a penalty kick, knocking him flat out. He then gets back up, and then hypes up the crowd, going off to the ropes and waving his arms up, while hyping himself up in the process. He then walks over to the corner and charges Joe back up.
Mauro Ranallo: Morrison trying to get some crowd support here like he's part of the Hong Kong protest!
Corey Graves: He's just tryna boost his ego! He's full of himself!
Morrison comes running at Joe who pulled himself into the corner, but before Morrison can hit the lariat he was looking for, Joe ducks underneath, wraps his arm around the chest of Morrison and lifts his up and sends him crashing with a nasty Uranage that sends Morrison to another dimension!
Morrison rolls onto his back as he holds his back in pain. He tries to get up but can't recover as Joe comes pacing in and grabs him by the waist. He deadlifts him into a Deadlift German Suplex! Morrison rolls through and balances himself on the rope. Joe gets up and sees Morrison on the ropes and comes running at him to hit over the top rope with a Clothesline but Morrison regains himself as he sidesteps it and tosses Joe out the ring!
Tom Phillips: Morrison might be looking to take a high risk maneuver here!
Morrison looks at Joe who's getting back to his feet. He looks to the ropes then back to Joe. He's hyping himself up as the crowd cheers along! They know he's gonna go for a springboard and they're salivating at the mouths for it. Morrison runs towards the ropes rebounds over for a Tope Con Hilo but…
Corey Graves: And Morrison hits a whole lot of nothing! Joe is too smart for him!
Corey said it best! Joe scouted it and just walked away nonchalantly! Morrison hit nothing but canvas. Joe taunts the crowd as they boo loud expecting to see a high risk maneuver get laid onto the big man. Joe goes back on the attack as he picks up Morrison and starts to club on his back before throwing him back into the ring.
Joe slides in the ring like a snake as he stalks Morrison before biting like a cobra! He pounces by wraps his arm around the throat of Morrison and his other arm on the side of Morrison's head to synch the Coquina Clutch! A face on panic washes over Johnny Revolution as he swings his arms. Joe falls backwards and just as he wraps his legs around Morrison's waist, Johnny leverages himself over Joe! Joe is shoulders down and Morrison is on top! The ref comes in!
One...
Two...
Three...
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Johnny Morrison!
Joe sits up with a shocked face as Morrison gets up and celebrates! The ref raises his hand as the crowd cheers.
Mauro Ranallo: Morrison pulling a fast one over Joe here!
Tom Phillips: Joe isn't so smart now, is he Corey!?
Corey Graves: I demand the match to be restarted! This was a whole lot of bull—
Before Corey can finish his sentence, Joe clubs Morrison over the back of the head with an Axehandle. Morrison falls face first as Joe grabs Morrison by the hair and lifts his face off the ground. He yells obscenities as Morrison before planting Morrison's face then pulling Morrison up to his feet. Joe slips behind and applies the Coquina Clutch once more! This time he gets to wrap his legs around Morrison to fully lock it in. Morrison struggles a bit before going night, night! Joe keeps the hold on as the ref tries to pull him off. Joe finally releases as he pushes Morrison off. The ref checks on Morrison as Joe rolls out of the ring and stands on the ramp; watching ref tend to Morrison.
Revolution fades with a final shot of Joe walking backwards up the ramp as he revels in his work.
END OF SHOW
Credits
DIY vs New Day - Danny
Jericho vs Havoc - Crann
Reigns vs Neville - Roach
Woods vs Black - Dresden
GOD vs New Kingdom - Fauche
Ultramantis vs Vinny - Gone
Morrison vs Joe - Semi/Gone
