Post by Danny on Oct 25, 2019 18:27:39 GMT -6
The scene opens to a fire which seems out of control, The fire burns as it does the camera lens reflects the light, The fire burns for a moment before a voice comes over the video...
"We' ve all heard the story of Icarus the boy who got too close to the sun and burned for his mistakes, Icarus made the fatal mistake of letting his ego taint his vision and he lost his way and ended up burned... "
A photo of Drew McIntyre standing behind the cocky high flyer Sammy Guevara is thrown onto the flames as the man speaks, The photo begins to burn up as the voice speaks up again...
"Kitsune were tricksters using their smarts and brains to decieve people into doing their bidding, A proposition lead into a partnership but once the Kitsune found no use for the man disregarded, Left to wander by themselves with little light to see anything coming towards them..."
A photo of Drew and Leyton Buzzard posing comes across the screen as it begins to burn up the voice continues the speech...
"The shichifukujin or better known as the Seven Gods Of Luck sometimes bring good fortune to those of us who don't deserve it, A man lucky enough to recieve the blessing from six of the seven would inherit alot more than most, But a man who has the blessing of all seven can walk away from Drew McIntyre from this ring with a win, But sometimes your luck runs out and you are bound to get burned..."
A photo of Chris Brookes with the title around his shoulder is thrown onto the flame as it begins to burn the camera rises up revealing non other than TAKA Michinoku standing straight up infront of a black background the light from the flame eminating his chest and chin...
"Your time is nothing but a fleeting moment in the history of UWF, Brookes. Drew is going to make the world turn their heads one more time this time they will keep their focus on Drew, As he puts the time stamp on your title reign, Drew will claim everything you hold precious starting with your title. Drew has adapted and evolved to become the ultimate warrior, He hasn't lost his touch for violence but no longer does he lust for it, The malice Drew McIntyre exudes is eminence, Drew is your future UWF Television Champion, Like a phoenix he will be the only one rising from the ash as he always has..."
Michinoku throws down the camera...
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, Jimmy Havoc takes on Drew McIntyre
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action, El Ligero versus Noam Dar and Neville versus Shibata.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag action, New Kingdom versus the team of Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn versus the Usos.
Corey Graves: And in our main event it’s Samoa Joe versus Ultramantis Black!
Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*
Anticipation at an all time high as a awesome guitar riff begins to get played, The crowd begin to come unglued as the music continues. They wait for a few moments before...
A familiar face within the UWF emerges to show his face, Taka Michinoku comes from the back bowing to the crowd as they erupt with excitement, Taka takes a moment before raising the microphone to his mouth...
"Time for the one the only Drew McIntyre"
Drew McIntyre's new theme begins to play throughout the arena.
Drew makes his way onto the ramp as TAKA Michinoku stands hand out introducing the former Scottish Psychopath, Drew's theme continues playing as he quickly bows his head in respect to his mentor before turning to the ramp hair over his face, He moves to the center of the ramp before flicking his hair backwards like a shampoo commercial, The crowds cheers for their new saviour...
Drew makes his way to the ring as TAKA follows close behind as he drops the microphone to the ground which causes a crack and pop throughout the arena waking the crowd even more...
Drew gets to the apron as he leaps up onto the apron a massive feat from the six foot eight bohemith. Drew takes a look around the crowd and sizes up his potential opponent before entering the ring...
He moves to the corner as he climbs up the turn buckle he lets out a roar of dominance to the crowd as he sends his arms out either side...
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The bell rings and Havoc walks right to the center. He opens out his hand for Drew to shake, telling him it's his last chance to team up. Drew just smirks but walks up to him. He looks down at his hand and slaps it away. Jimmy then goes right on the attack, hitting him with a flurry of punches that backs him into the ropes. He follows up with a chop before sending McIntyre off the ropes. Drew reverses to send Jimmy running instead and when he comes back off the ropes. Drew clobbers him with the Glasgow Kiss! Jimmy looks like he's seeing stars as he lays on the mat but Drew doesn't give him time to rest. He brings him back to his feet right away, lifting him up over his shoulder. He walks over to the ropes and tosses Jimmy face first into the top turnbuckle. Jimmy bounces off and turns right into McIntyre's waiting arms. He wraps them around his body before throwing him back with an overhead belly to belly that sends Jimmy all the way across the ring. Havoc rolls to the outside to avoid any more of the onslaught.
Corey Graves: That's what Havoc gets for trying to team with his opponent rather than take him out.
Tom Phillips: Well judging by how good McIntyre is looking right now, maybe it was a good idea in theory but trying to recruit during this match may have been a bad idea.
Mauro Ranallo: Yeah but he's made Jimmy mad and the last thing anyone should want to do is get on he bad side of Jimmy Havoc.
Drew leaves the ring to continue the attack. He picks up Jimmy but Havoc rams him back first into the ring apron. Jimmy then returns the favor with a headbutt to Drew. He shakes off the hit before grabbing McIntyre by the head and throwing him into the steel steps! Drew leans against them but Havoc isn't done, not in the slightest. He backs up, staring at Drew with a crazed look in his eye before running full steam ahead, ramming his knee into Drew's head, pinning him between his knee and the steel steps! Drew falls over, lifeless and limp. Jimmy goes to pick him up but the bigger man is all dead weight. It takes him awhile but he's able to get Drew up and pushes him into the ring. Havoc follows him in and hooks the leg for the cover.
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McIntyre gets the shoulder up! TAKA breathes a sigh of relief on the outside before slamming his fists on the mat, trying to get McIntyre to come back to. Jimmy bends over to pick him up but Drew is still a bit of dead weight. It takes awhile but Jimmy is able to get him onto his shoulders. Drew suddenly comes to life though and falls behinds him. He shoves Jimmy into the ropes to comes back with a big boot to knock Drew off his feet once more!
Tom Phillips: Huh I'm surprised McIntyre just took the hit like that.
Mauro Ranallo: I think he's still not all there from that knee in the steps. He'll need to shake it off if he plans to win this one.
Jimmy realizes that Drew still isn't all there and so he moves in for the kill. He grabs Drew and starts to pick him up from behind. He's got a hold of the arm, ripcording him out before going for the lariat to complete the Acid Rainmaker but Drew manages to duck it! Jimmy turns around but gets lifted straight into the air and planted with a sitout spinebuster! Drew falls back, unable to make the cover and instead opting to rest. Both men roll over and try to fight to their feet, getting up at about the same time. Drew throws a punch that knocks Jimmy to a knee but Havoc returns with a receipt of his own. Drew's clearly rattled but manages to throw a second punch but there's not a lot behind it due to his rattled state. Jimmy gives him a knee to the gut before lifting him onto his shoulders and planting him with a Death Valley Driver! He goes for the cover.
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Drew kicks out! Jimmy is looking frustrated as he gets back to his feet. He looks directly at TAKA and slices his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end. He picks up Drew and shoves his head between his legs. He's moving in for the Havoc Driver but Drew falls to a knee to prevent himself from getting picked up. Jimmy hammers on his back before trying again but this time Drew lifts him up with a back body drop. Jimmy gets to his feet but Drew is waiting, lifting him up over his back and hitting the Celtic Cross! He lays over him for the pin.
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Havoc kicks out! TAKA is screaming for Drew to finish him and so McIntyre walks over to the corner and kneels down, waiting, stalking Jimmy as he slowly rises to his feet. Jimmy turns around and Drew moves in for the Claymore Kick! Jimmy side steps it though and Drew falls on his back. McIntyre gets back up but eats a superkick! Drew is stunned and falls to a knee. Jimmy moves in for a DDT but Drew manages to headbutt him in the stomach to stop him! Jimmy in hunhces over and Drew pops up, grabbing him and hitting the Olta Driver! TAKA is all smiles as Drew makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew McIntyre!
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Drew rolls out of the ring and TAKA is hyping him up. Jimmy sits up and realizes that he just loss. Drew heads up the ramp, happy to have to momentum heading into his Television Championship match but suddenly Roman Reigns ends up running right past him. Jimmy gets up in the ring just as Roman slides in. Once he turns around, Jimmy is cut in half with a Spear by Reigns! Roman kicks Jimmy out of the ring and exits out after him. He clears off the announce table before picking up the body of Jimmy Havoc. It's not long before Jimmy gets powerbombed right through the table! Roman stands over the wreckage as the live feed moves on.
The camera opens up to a pre-recorded segment at the Plaza Hotel in New York City, where a group of journalists are sat in a room waiting for a press conference to start. The camera pans across the room and Noam Dar can be seen entering from a side door and taking his place at the top table. The smug looking Scottish Supernova sits down and indicates that he's ready for some questions from those in attendance.
Wade Keller: So Noam, what are your thoughts on facing Adrian Neville again at Genesis?
Noam Dar: I think the lad is missing something in the brains department if he's seemingly happy tae open the doors for yet another beat-down at the hands of yours truly. The poor boy just can't seem tae grasp that he's not on the same level, and as a result, he's quickly become yesterday’s news. It is a truly sad state of affairs Wade, and whilst a small part of me wishes I could help him, the oaf has made it clear that he wants tae continue doing things his own way, meaning that if things continue tae go tits up in his little world, then he's only got himself tae blame.
Alex Marvez: Considering the animosity between you and Neville, are you surprised that the scheduled title match is just going to be a regular singles bout?
Noam Dar: Do you even watch the UWF Alex? Cause if you did then you'd know that I am completely against matches which are of a barbaric nature. See I am a model professional, and when it's time tae get the business done, I always make sure tae do it in the right manner and under the correct circumstances. I don't need a ladder or a steel structure tae beat Neville and make him suffer, because I'm more than capable of doing that in a regular bout. And if you think I'd make an exception in order tae pander tae all the dafties who crave these vile death matches then you're very much mistaken, because anyone that gets any kind of satisfaction from those contests should be sectioned!
Greg Oliver: What do you have to say to those who have been sceptical of your championship reign so far?
Instead of issuing a verbal response this time, Dar simply looks around, raises his arms up and shrugs his shoulders, seeming to indicate that he's not bothered in the slightest by what other people think about him. But as Oliver tries to push him for a follow up, a different voice is heard from the very back of the room.
Adrian Neville: They’re right, that’s what they are. The man is nothing more than a figurine of a champion, faux, plastic, need I elaborate? Nevertheless I shall, standing at the back of this hotel lobby with an enormous chip on my shoulder. I lost the championship because of a fool like Oney Lorcan, a fool that shouldn’t be formidable enough to even be there, nevertheless due to EC3’s meddling here we stand today, with a man who can’t beat me clean as a whistle holding my UWF Intercontinental Championship, and it makes me sick.
Neville walks through the crowd of journalists, and then gets up to where Noam stands. He then smiles cockily as he looks off at him. A security guard that is stood by the side of table looks at Dar to see if he wants him to take any action, but the Ayrial Assassin waves him off for the time being and decides to address Neville himself.
Noam Dar: Who the hell let you in here? As you can clearly see, this is meant tae be a press conference for the respected sports journalists of the world tae ask questions of a respectable wrestling champion. And considering that you are currently neither, I'd say you've got a brass neck for showing up here and sticking your nose in where its not wanted. So how’s about you walk back down that aisle and out that door like a good little runt and share your gripes with someone who actually gives a damn, before you end up saying something that I'll make you live tae regret.
Adrian Neville: You know what? I’m not going anywhere, mate. I’m staying right here. I’m royally pissed off about you walking around here thinking you’re anything of a champion, let alone respectable. You’re a punk arse bitch, and you don’t deserve that gold around your waist and you know it! You’re just not man enough to admit it.
Neville's remarks appear to hit a sore spot as Dar slowly rises up out of his seat and stares his challenger for Genesis dead in the eye. Suddenly out of the blue, Dar grabs a glass of water from the table and throws the contents in the Englishman's face. A chorus of gasps from the journalists fill the room as Dar begins to cockily laugh at his handiwork, but as Neville goes to wipe his face dry with his hand, he immediately follows up by launching himself across the table at breakneck speed, catching Dar off guard and taking him down to the floor.
Wade Keller: Help! Security!
The two men begin to trade back and forth shots on the floor as a group of five security guards run in and try to break them apart. After a brief struggle, the guards are able to pull Dar and Neville away from each other, with two of them restraining the challenger and the other three holding back the champion. But just as the situation looks to be under control, the two men end up attacking the ones who intervened. Both competitors see off two of the guards in sync, but just as Dar takes down the third, Neville charges in and knocks the Scottish Supernova for six with a fierce blow to the side of the head. Dar is grounded, but Neville is not content to leave things there. He swiftly clears the contents of the table with his arm before picking his arch nemesis back up to his feet and immediately dropping him through the table with a brutal scoop slam. The room begins to empty in fear as Neville steps over the fallen Dar and looks down on him in sheer disgust. The former Intercontinental champion then spots the title belt lying next to the broken table and goes to pick it up. The camera then begins to fade out with the final shot of Neville raising the championship above his head, signalling that he fully intends to take it back at Genesis.
Vinny Marseglia:Genesis is getting closer, and that means it’s just about time for me to get blood on my hands again. The Elimination Chamber, a horrific structure that I call home because of all that I’m capable of doing inside of it. The faceless Ultramantis Black, the astronomer Johnny Morrison, the self-proclaimed “Kingpin” Samoa Joe, the overly positive Xavier Woods, and of course Allie Black will all be my victims and I will once again become the UWF Champion. As for tonight, tonight it’s time for the New Kingdom to return to war when they take on The Usos and the team of Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.
I’ll keep it short and sweet: I don’t like your chances. If you’re an upcoming opponent of ours, the end is now, but not before you bow.
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
"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
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Dar comes out of the corner looking to lock up with Ligero but the masked man runs right at him and ducks under the grapple. He hits the ropes and comes back with a headscissors to catch Dar by surprise. The Intercontinental Champion rolls to his feet from the momentum but he's up against the ropes. Ligero comes running over and clotheslines the champ to the outside. Dar lands on his feet but he's dizzy from the onslaught. Ligero runs back to build some momentum before leaping out with a somersault plancha to take down Dar!
Mauro Ranallo: Air Carumba!
Tom Phillips: El Ligero is taking it to the Intercontinental Champion! Maybe Dar should have taken his opponent more seriously.
Corey Graves: Please, the match just started. Ligero is always fast and full of energy but let's see how he's doing five minutes from now when Dar grinds and grounds him.
Ligero picks up Dar and tosses him back into the ring. He hops back onto the apron and waits for Dar to get back to his feet. Once he does, Ligero springboards into the ring with a crossbody! He rolls right off and gets back to his feet. Dar does the same but eats a standing dropkick that knocks him in the corner. Ligero runs over and jumps onto his thighs, falling backwards to monkey flip Dar all the way across the ring! The Scottish Supernova is laying over in the opposite corner but Ligero stays on the attack. He brings him up to his feet and lifts him up only to hang him upside down in the tree of woe. Ligero backs away to the corner before running over and connecting with El Booto in the corner! Ligero tosses Dar's feet to the mat and pulls him to the center of the ring to make the pin.
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Dar kicks out! Ligero doesn't look too disheartened, or maybe we just can't tell because we can't really see his face. Either way, Ligero walks over to the corner and heads out onto the apron. He climbs up to the top rope and gets ready for the Mexican Splash but Noam ends up rolling out of the way. Ligero jumps down and walks over to Dar who's leaning against the bottom rope. Ligero bends down to grab him but Dar pulls him into the turnbuckle, Ligero hitting it face first. Dar crawls away while Ligero is now on one knee. He uses the ropes to help him get to his feet but once he turns around, Dar is there to hit him with a corner dropkick! Ligero is stunned and Supernova 11 hooks his leg to hit a fisherman suplex with a bridge for the pin!
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Ligero kicks out! Dar bends down and grabs the leg of Ligero, kicking the inside of the leg before flying overhead to stretch out the hamstring of Ligero even more. The British Luchador holds onto his thigh but all that does is tell Dar that his tactic is effective. He grabs Ligero's leg once more but this time Ligero tries to fight back, taking some swings at his face and trying to kick him off but Dar has the positional advantage and manages to grabs his leg, turning him over into a single leg boston crab.
Corey Graves: What did I tell you guys, Dar has grinded Ligero's momentum to a halt.
Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count out Ligero just yet Corey. He personally asked for this match so you know he's done his research on Dar. I wouldn't be surprised if he's got a strategy to get back in the fight.
Ligero is crawling over to the ropes as best he can and it's slowly pulling Dar along with him. He's fingertips away from the ropes so Dar turns him back over and pulls him to the center of the ring. He's trying to turn him back over but Ligero pulls him in with his leg and starts hammering away at his head until he pushes him off with his feet. Ligero rushes back up as best he can but Dar is already to sweep his feet out from under him with a kick. Ligero rolls out onto the apron to try and escape the onslaught but Dar comes over to stay on the attack. He leans over the ropes and grabs Ligero, picking him up by his horns. Ligero suddenly thrusts forwards with a shoulder thrust to the gut. Ligero then leaps over with a sunsetflip, pinning Dar's shoulders to the mat!
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Dar kicks out just in time! He rolls backwards onto his feet and right away goes for the Nova Roller! Ligero drops down to avoid it and Dar goes sailing past him. Noam turns around just as Ligero rolls backwards and uses his feet to hook around Dar's neck, rolling forward with a hurricanrana variation to send Dar rolling into the ropes. The Intercontinental Champion is a little dizzy from the move and doesn't notice Ligero jumps up behind him, wrapping his legs around his head and delivering a poisonrana! Dar gets spiked right on top of his head and the momentum of the move has him sitting up on his knees in a daze. Ligero waits as Dar gets up to a vertical base before running over to the ropes, he springboards off the middle rope but his leg gives out! He's able to land on one foot but when he turns around, Dar is there so he goes for a kick but Dar catches the leg and hits a dragonscrew legwhip. Ligero tries to get back up quickly but the leg gives out once more, forcing him to fall to a knee. Unfortunatley for him, he's in perfect position as Dar runs over to hit the Nova Roller! Ligero goes down and Dar hooks the leg for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Noam Dar!
Dar wipes his hands clean like he just took out the trash. He gets handed his championship and looks over to Ligero shaking his head. He exits right away, leaving up the ramp as the show goes on.
The scene fades into a drone shot of a savanna in Africa where we can see a car driving over the terrain passing by tons of animals; lions, zebras, a few elephants before they pull up to a water stream as the camera cuts to three legs popping out the car. As they step out the camera slowly pans up revealing black skinned legs before showing khakis shorts, safari vests then revealing up to the New Day; Woods, Kofi, and E with sweat on their brow and smiles on… Well, E's face. Kofi and Woods look exhausted. Their Panama hats shades them well though!
Big E: Well, guys, we ran out of water in our canteens, time to refill.
They are kneel down before the stream as they refill their canteens. Woods and Kofi grabs handfuls of water and washes their face for some cool relief.
Kofi Kingston: E, how much longer do we have to be out here. It's hot, I'm tired, I wanna go home and see my kids and overall, I just don't want to be here.
Xavier Woods: I agree with Kofi, though this is good stuff for my YouTube channel, I wanna get back to the hotel and, like, sleep—forever.
Big E: Where's the spirit, you two? We have yet to find any gorillas for our studies and we ain't leaving until we do.
Kofi Kingston: They were offering Safari tours! One of the animals listed we'd see were gorillas! But no! You wanted to be a special little explorer and find em ourselves. We could've been seen gorillas hours ago, man.
Big E: But that isn't authentic. If we wanna prepare for GOD, we gotta do it just right. We gotta DIY it as you say.
Kofi Kingston: I'd rather hop into a gorilla pin at the zoo and get lugged around.
Big E: The thing is, we're still gonna do that when we find the actual gorillas. That's exactly why we didn't take the tour, we can't have people intervene with our training.
Kofi has a face of disbelief as he paces with his hands on his head.
Kofi Kingston: I need to take a walk...
Kofi walks a good 15 feet away as he screams off the top of his lungs. E shrugs as Woods shakes his head.
Xavier Woods: Why am I here then? I got a match against 5 other guys in a chamber, you think it's smart to risk injuring myself with a gorilla, if we even find one?
Big E: Endurance. You have it, but you need more! You gotta train, keep your body and mind active! You can't just waltz in their unprepared last minute preparing final notes like it's some sort of test. This is more than just a grade, this is for what we worked for our whole lives. And the thing is, you're also facing a gorilla, the biggest gorilla in GOD. Samoa Joe. Boi, he's thiccer than me.
Woods sigh as Kofi walks back over.
Xavier Woods: You done screaming?
Kofi Kingston: I. Want. To. Head. Back. To. The. Hotel.
Big E: FINE THEN! I'll drive yall back, then I'll come back and prepare myself.
Kofi Kingston: Good. Have fun with that.
Big E: Yeah, I will.
Kofi Kingston: Great! I hope you do!
Big E: I guarantee you I will!
Xavier Woods: Will you two stop bickering? Let's just go.
Woods turns towards the car to see a kangaroo hanging around it.
Xavier Woods: Oh no.
Kofi turns around to see why Woods said that.
Kofi Kingston: Oh no. Are you serious, right now?
Big E: Chris Hero is here? Where?
E turns around soon after looking for Kassius Ohno only to see the kangaroo.
Kofi Kingston: GREAT! JUST GREAT! Now we got a kangaroo hanging by our rented jeep.
E bigs to slowly approach the driver side of the jeep where the kangaroo is at.
Big E: Calm down! The thing about kangaroos are they are extremely peaceful creatures as long as you don't disturb them. I'm just gonna slooooowly approach the car. And just ask the kangaroo to leave.
As Big E gets 3 feet away, the kangaroo turns its head towards E and without hesitation hits him with a kangaroo dropkick straight to the floor. Kofi and Woods cringe as that did not look pretty. E gets back up and shakes off the cobwebs as he holds his gut. The kangaroo is not backing down.
Big E: You wanna fight? Let's fight. Momma told me to knock you out, Kangaroo Jack.
Xavier Woods: E, don't even try it. Let's just let him have the car. He'll leave on his own.
Kofi Kingston: I agree with Woods, this ain't good for neither of you.
Big E doesn't take his gaze off the kangaroo.
Big E: Nah, we were going gorilla hunting, but change of plans, we going kangaroo boxing.
Big E comes charging forward as the kangaroo goes for a another dropkick, but Big E slides underneath and works his way behind. He grabs the kangaroo by the waist and hits a German Suplex as Woods and Kofi look on with shock.
Xavier Woods: E, OH MY GOSH, NO!
The kangaroo gets back to its feet as E does to. The kangaroo comes charging in and grapples E and tries going for an eye gouge but E kicks the kangaroo's in the balls. The 7 foot stumbles back as E doesn't hesitate. He lifts the the kangaroo up on his shoulder as he yells at Kofi.
Big E: Get on top of the car! We gonna end this.
Kofi is contemplating.
Big E: Hurry, I can't hold him forever. He's stunned! Come on.
Kofi looks at Woods, and Xavier shrugs with an "I don't know" face. Kofi quickly hops onto the top roof of the jeep. And jumps off! To hit the UPUPDOWNDOWN! The kangaroo lays on the ground.
Xavier Woods: What the f###. Let's get out of here before we get arrested or something.
Kofi Kingston: This is so wrong.
Big E listens for a heartbeat and he can't fine one. His face turns to sadness.
Big E: The kangaroo is—
The kangaroo with a last ditch effort grabs E by the head and locks in a headlock. E is fading before Woods comes crashing onto the kangaroo with a Limit Breaker! The kangaroo releases the hold and stumbles to its feet and jumps away from the scene.
Big E: Y-you saved me.
Big E says with a sparkle in his eye.
Xavier Woods: Of course, you're my friend.
They stare intensely for a moment as E goes for a kiss and Woods jerks away.
Xavier Woods: What are you doing?
Big E: I—I thought these were one of those special movie moments where we kissed.
Xavier Woods: E, just get in the car. We're heading back to the hotel.
Woods hopes into the driving seat as E heads to the back with Kofi. The car starts up and makes a u-turn as they drive off.
Xavier Woods: Okay, so where did we come from again?
Big E: I forgot…
Kofi Kingston: Oh my gosh. Please tell me we ain't trapped in Africa like that Madagascar movie. We've been driving for hours!
The scene fades out with Kofi and Woods scolding E as they drive aimlessly hoping to find the hotel.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
Shibata does not come out until he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.
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.
Ranallo: Shibata as stoic and focused as ever as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Graves: He's a man with a strict code of honour but given the back-and-forth between him and Neville leading up to this, I'm not sensing a lot of love lose and I wouldn't be surprised if this whole "bulletproof monk" schtick collapsed in on itself when this guy just loses it. The former Intercontinental Champ can get under your skin like that.
Phillips: The Wrestler has made it abundantly clear that he believes he is better suited as a contender for that title at Genesis, and a win over Neville might just endear the powers that be to that point of view, too.
While Shibata sits in the ring, Tony announces the next man.
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.
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.
Graves: I can't help but think that Neville might be coming into this one distracted. He has Noam Dar to worry about at Genesis, and that's right around the corner. Can he actually be one hundred percent focused on the task at hand knowing that he has a title match in less than two weeks?
Phillips: Neville has seen his fair share of title contests and is a veteran of the game. When I look at him right now, I don't see a lack of focus.
Ranallo: Not to mention that this Brit operates with a chip on his shoulder at all times. The idea of Shibata besting him to move his way up in line isn't something he's going to stomach. As much as Neville wants to win that title back, I'd wager he's dead set on shutting down Mr. Shibata's title hopes and dreams here tonight.
Neville walks over to where Shibata is sitting and spits on the ground in front of him. Katsuyori ignores the insult. It escalates from there. Neville bends over and slaps him right across the face. Effing hard, too. The Wrestler's head pivots, but his expression doesn't sell it at all. At least, the common fan might register his lack of expression as an astonishing apathy. The slightest twitch in his eye, however, screams of rage and bloody murder and vendetta. Shibata stands up. Neville's like "about time". Chimel bails. The crowd eats it up. The Ref, looking terrified, calls for the bell.
DING DING
Boot to the face! Outta nowhere! The man they call "The Wrestler" forgoes any collar-and-elbow ceremony for some good ol' strong style violence and kicks things off in the literal sense. Neville takes that boot like he likes the flavour and comes back for seconds, slamming a pointed elbow strike across his opponent's face as if to say "please sir, can I have some more?" Shibata, while unfamiliar with anything Dickensian, could spot a game of shot-for-shot a mile away and is as eager as a beaver to participate. With his feet planted and drawing from the energy that pulses from the Earth herself, Shibs fires back with an open palm strike across the chest that would collapse the ribcage of a lesser man.
But Adrian Neville is not a lesser man.
The limey grimaces, clenches his jaw and nods. "Oh yes", says his eyes, "yes that's the good stuff." His other elbow then begs the question "but how about this?" Kablow! Right across the bridge of Shibata's nose. His head snaps back. He blinks twice. Its like morse code, and it translates (roughly) to "hmmm, not bad little goblin man, but have you met my friend KICK TO THE LIVER?"
Katsuyori nails Neville in that important organ like he's kicking a frickin kick ball. Meanly. Neville can't help but to take a few steps to the side, but he lets that momentum turn himself around before he comes on back and kabooms his foe with a Rolling Elbow. Not a Roaring Elbow. Fun fact - people only call it a "roaring" elbow because that's how Japanese commentary pronounced "rolling". Also, roaring sounds hype as frick.
And it is. Hype as frick, I mean. And so if the crowd. They're loving this, and even more so when it just breaks down into a buncha punches going back and forth, all rhythm, rhyme and reason abandoned and replaced with all out war. A flurry of fists fired ferociously, over enemy lines and back again while two of the UWF's finest turn a wrestling contest into something more akin to a wood chipper.
Graves: Good God...
Ranallo: You'd think two elite athletes - one as agile and precises as Neville and one as disciplined and articulate as Shibata - would churn out something a bit more... oh, I don't know.... what's the word I'm looking for?
Phillips: What's something that means the opposite of "car crash"?
Graves: Let's just borrow a phrase and call it bowling shoe ugly.
Neville punctuates a slick combination of shots with a European Uppercut that rocks Shibata's world. He's dazed somethin' fierce but before homie can follow up, the Japanese superstar retaliates with an absurd push kick to the chest. Neville goes stumbling back but never topples over. The ropes catch him before he can actually fall. Using some of that rebound force, the former Intercontinental Champ rushes back and connects with a second European Uppercut. With some added zest given the running start, this one hits all that much harder.
Shibata's head does the Pez dispenser thing, surely doing some spinal damage on top of the concussive blow to the brain by way of the chin. A slave to routine and a fanatic of consistency, Kats tries for the Push Kick to follow up again. But Neville is ready this time! The Brit catches the leg and tucks it under his arm pit, a victorious chortle accompanying the counter. That doesn't fly with the The Wrestler. Before Adrian can capitalize on the captured leg, Shibata gives him a stiff open-palm strike the forehead with his right, a punch to the tummy with his left and then ambidextrously claps his ears. Nev has no recourse to but to abandon the limb, and when he does, Shibata makes good on the original plan and boots him in the chest all over again.
Phillips: Wow. Excellent work by Shibata to get out of trouble quickly.
Ranallo: I don't think Shibata has moved more than a foot in any direction since standing up...
The Bastard, on the other hand, once again finds himself knocked back towards the ropes. This time, he catches himself to avoid the typical rebound. Leaning against the ropes, he makes some "frick you" eye contact with the Shibata, who just beckons him to step up with his best shot. Neville obliges, marches straight towards him and dishes out a savage Glasgow Kiss right to the chest like he's Ziinedine Zidane. Finally, Katsuyori gives a significant step.
Following up, Neville knees him in the gut, catches him doubling over and tries for a suplex. He hoists his opponent about six inches off of the canvas but a shift in weight allows The Wrestler to ground himself. After his feet are back on the ground, Shibata counters and tries for a suplex of his own, taking the test of strength to the next level. Knees locked, hips set, he pulls back and brings Neville a foot or two up, nearly getting him to that important precipice where the force of momentum would start working in the maneuver's favour. No such luck, though, as Nevill shoots another knee up into Shibata's midsection while he's in the air. The Japanese superstar is forced to drop him, at which point Neville once again tries for a suplex of his own.
Shibata resists the pull but can't stop Neville this time. The Brit shoots his foe up over head, stops when he's vertical and drops him down on his head with a devastating brain buster! The crowd explodes to finally see a man taken off of his feet!
Ranallo: Neville finally takes Shibata to the ground!
Phillips: That was a grueling back-and-forth.
Neville hooks a leg for the cover...
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2...
Shibata kicks out at two. Neville doesn't loo any more grumpy than usual, but his typical scowl does linger on the referee for just a moment before his eye catches something in the crowd. No. Make that SOMEONE in the crowd.
Ranallo: Is that... Noam Dar?!?!
Graves: It is! Looks like the Intercontinental Champion is taking a seat at ringside.
Phillips: And he has a sign with him. And some popcorn, too.
Graves: Clearly he's hear to enjoy the show from a different perspective than usual. He's been working hard. I think he deserves a break.
Ranallo: Yes but is out to enjoy the show, scout an opponent or distract one?
Whatever the intention, he certainly does distract Neville. Adrian shouts something down at Dar as he takes his seat, but the smug Scot just downs a handful of buttery pop corns and waves. This all serves to give Shibata some time to recover. He stands up and just as Neville turns back around, Shibata blasts him with a running boot to the heart. This time it takes Neville clean off of his feet, and the instant his bat meets canvas, The Wrestler shoots the half...
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2...
Neville shoves him off at two and moves to get back to his feet. Shibata dives on him, sinking in a tight headlock that Neville has the wherewithal to escape before the elite grappler can cut off his air supply. The former champ rolls forward, flipping Shibata over his back, effectively breaking free. Kasuyori is relentless, though. As Neville once again tries to get back up, Shibata shoots and grapes a single leg, picks the ankle and pulls Neville down. A swift, succinct cradle makes for his second pin attempt of the contest...
1...
Neville powers out early, but once again, his move to stand up is cut off. Shibata decks him across the face with a forearm shiver that stuns him cold. After that, Shibata pushes him back down and makes yet another pin attempt.
1...
2...
Neville pushes him off yet again, this time rolling away and staying low, throwing Shibata off and creating some distance. With a good eight feet between them, Neville now has room to find his feet. Shibata, eager to keep things grounded where he has the advantage, pounces, but finds himself on the sour end of a dropkick. The boots land flush and send the Wrestler spilling over backwards. Adrian falls to the canvas but does a fancy kip-up, garnering some praise from the capacity crowd. Dar, sitting in the front, offers up a facetious standing ovation after tossing his popcorn over his shoulder on to some poor, unsuspecting fan.
Graves: See? He's just here as a fan. What are you so worried about?
Ranallo: But once again, its Noam Dar that has Neville's attention and NOT Katsuyori Shibata.
Phillips: Neville needs to capitalize and implement the high-flying style that has brought him so much success in the past. While he's certainly an accomplished and ever-improving technician in there, its becoming pretty obvious that a straight up grappling contest heavily favours the man form Japan.
Shibata recovers, using the ropes to pull himself up. With hands up in a kickboxer's stance, he closes the gap and approaches Neville. The Brit side steps and circles, the distance between the competitors shrinking more and more until finally Shibata uses a quick combination of strikes to set up an entry. He shoots and grabs Neville around the midsection, trying to pull him to the canvas. Adrian uses some solid takedown defense to avoid this, instead backing up with the force until he finds himself pushed up into a turnbuckle.
The Official steps in and order a clean break. He gives Shibata the five count, and Kats slowly backs off, hands raised in respectful innocence indicating a desire for the clean-break. Neville plays nice, as soon as the Ref steps out of the way, he grabs The Wrestler by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring. Shibata plants his feet hard, thought, and uses Neville's own move against him, whipping him back around, grabbing a fast headlock and snap-suplexing him back-first into the turnbuckle.
Ranallo; Ouch! That's gotta hurt!
Graves: It's wrestling, Mauro. All of it hurts.
Dar stands up once again, feigning concern for Neville before taking off his jacket to show the world that he's wearing a shirt that reads "NEVILLE'S #1 FAN" above a crude drawing of Adrian that is not flattering at all. Turning around, Dar shows that camera that the back of the shirt reads "UWF'S FAVOURITE FORMER CHAMP".
But said former champ doesn't even notice, cause he's in a frickin' heap, tangled up at the bottom of the turnbuckle. Shibata dashes to the other side of the ring and comes running back, looking for the Delayed Dropkick that he does so gosh dang well. He's up in the air! He's defying physics! It's like he's in the Matrix! It's like he has an agreement with gravity! But then Neville, who I guess was playing opossum, rolls out of the way at the last second and slides under the ropes. Shibata hits nothing but metal. Yikes.
Neville's still feeling that suplex and he's kinda slow getting back into the ring, but once he's there he grabs Shibata as the dude is trying to stand up again, tucks his head between the legs, flips him up, turns and powerbombs him towards the center of the ring. Neville sits down with him like he's Batista or something, so he gets the cover, too...
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Shibata kicks out at a late two! The crowd is shocked! Neville growls a heckin growl and pushes Shibata away, setting his sights on the top ropes. The Brit stumbles over and starts the climb up, dead set on executing a finisher and sending this one home.
Phillips: This is what Neville needs to do. Any time he's in the air and coming down at you, he has the upper hand.
Ranallo: And Shibata's right in the landing zone without any sign of having the sense to get out of harm's way.
Neville reaches the top and turns around to set his aim, but before he can take flight, he sees Dar stand up out of the corner of his eye. The IC Champ put a hand on the rail and looks to jump over to interfere. Adrian hops down into the ring and dares him to make a move, but security rushes over to stop Noam from coming over the railing. Dar insists that there's been a mistake and that he's totally innocent. The Ref steps between Neville and the ropes, discouraging him from going after Dar, too.
Graves: This is turning into a real clustercuss.
Ranallo: I'll say! Neville wants a piece of Noam Dar and he wants it right now!
Phillips: But he can't forget about...
On cue, Shibata gets up and blasts Neville in the back of the head with a running big boot. Neville gets sent into the ropes face-first, bounces back and is caught around the neck. Shibata then delivers a spiking Sleeper Suplex to drive his opponent into the canvas with extreme prejudice. Rather than going for a pin, Shibata springs up, hits the ropes and punctuates the barrage with a Penalty Kick to Neville that drops him like he's hot. Finally, Shibata makes the cover...
Graves: Brutal P.K. from Shibata! That will do it!
1...
Ranallo: No thanks to a distraction from Noam Dar!
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DING DING
THE WINNER...
KATSUYORI SHIBATA
Shibata rolls off Neville, lets the Ref raise his hand and wipes away some flood pouring down his face. Gord even knows where that came from. He looks down at Dar who is telling him "You're Welcome". Shibata shakes his head, motions for the title belt, and then turns to leave while his music plays.
Ranallo: Dar might have cost Neville the match, but that could be a whole new problem to worry about. Regardless of how it played out, this is a huge win for Katsuori Shibata and must put him in line for a title shot in the future.
Phillips: Maybe against the winner of the match at Genesis. I'd love to run this one back and see it fought fairly, and clearly Dar is afraid of Neville.
Graves: Are you kidding me? He's obviously in Neville's head, not the other way around.
Phillips: If he thought he could beat Neville fair and square, then why come out here at all? He's trying to throw him off. But he might just has given Neville a bit more motivation going into their title match. A man can only be pushed so far.
Ranallo: Well we'll have to wait until Genesis to see how that drama unfolds. In the mean time, we have one certainty and that is that The Wrestler is one of, if not the most dangerous men in the UWF today.
Shibata walks up the ramp while Neville comes too. He glares out into the crowd as Dar laughs at him and walks away. The show continues elsewhere.
The scene opens with Johnny Gargano sat in the UWF locker room. He is on the phone to his wife, Candice LeRae. Gargano and Ciampa are set to face the World Warriors at Gensis but after being brutally attacked, the match is up in the air..
Johnny Gargano: …Yeah, I know hon.. there’s nothing we could’ve done to stop them. They just came out of nowhere and blindsided us. Ciampa’s still sat with the medical team right now and it’s not looking great at the mo-
Distant shouting is heard from outside of the locker room.
Tommaso Ciampa: Get your hands off of me!
Ciampa storms in to the locker room, limping. Gargano quickly says goodbye to Candice as the medical team follow Ciampa into the locker room - in an attempt to stop him from causing further injury to himself. He hobbles over and sits next to Johnny.
Johnny Gargano: Dude, what the hell are you doing?
Tommaso Ciampa: These assholes are trying to make me miss our match against the World Warriors and that is NOT going to happen. The World Warriors have just added a lot of fuel to this fire burning within me and if you medical fucks think you’re gonna stop me from going into this match, I’ll beat all of your asses then I’ll go out there and beat the World Warrior’s asses. So don’t try and stop me.
Johnny Gargano: Tommy, come on now, just look at your knee. I want this match just as much as you but it’s impossible for you to compete?
Tommaso Ciampa: I’m alive, aren’t I?
Johnny Gargano: Well.. yeah?
Tommaso Ciampa: So I’m competing then. That settles it.
Johnny takes a deep breath and shakes his head. Johnny ushers the medical team out and they leave the room, fed up of trying to change Ciampa’s mind.
Johnny Gargano: Tommy, I don’t want this to ruin your career in the long run. I’m worried for you. I understand that you want to get revenge but in your current state, I don’t think it’s a possibility. I can’t let my best friend go into this match with a slight chance of giving himself an early end to his career because of long term damage. DIY are forever.
Tommaso Ciampa: Listen.. I know how I feel. If this match results in me having to leave my soul in that ring, it’s worth it. So I don’t care what you say, we’re going out there and we’re gonna clean house. We’ll worry about the aftermath when it comes to fruition.
Johnny takes a deep breath once more, he passes Ciampa a crutch from in his locker.
Johnny Gargano: I guess it’s time to bring this old friend back huh?
Ciampa chuckles at the sight of his infamous counter-part - the crutch. He takes it from Johnny and stands up.
Tommaso Ciampa: First the eye-patch, now I’m on a crutch. I’m just a peg leg away from being Blackbeard.
Johnny Gargano: Well.. there’s not much black left in your beard. More like.. greybeard?
Tommaso Ciampa: Is that a Skyrim reference?
Johnny Gargano: …eh.. maybe..
Tommaso Ciampa: Ugh.. Johnny, don’t ever change.
The two share a smile as they leave the locker room and the scene begins to fade. Ciampa wants the World Warriors and he doesn’t care what happens to him as long as he gets his revenge. DIY vs World Warriors at Genesis, bay bay!
The scene opens to see Marty Scurll standing in a garage, assumably where he currently resides, Orlando, Florida. He then walks forward and presses the button near the door, as he sinks his phone back into his pocket, as it slowly starts to creak up and raise. A man’s feet can be seen on the other side, and it is slowly revealed to be Nigel McGuinness, who steps through into the garage.
Marty Scurll: Take a seat over there mate, I’ve gotta get the board.
Nigel does this, by sitting on a sofa placed against the wall in this garage. He then folds his leg over his knee, in a relaxed seating position as Marty wheels the whiteboard in front of him. Marty turns around, snatching the pen out of the holder below the board, and then turns around to Nigel.
Nigel McGuinness: So where do we start?
Marty Scurll: Uh... let’s go with what we’re gonna do? Yeah, that. Let’s do that. So, the main motivation is to take Adrian Neville out for good, or at least for a while. For all of the wrong doings he’s done to us, that’s self explanatory.
Marty writes down this information on the goal that both Marty and Nigel have to achieve.
Nigel McGuinness: I already know all this Marty, we’ve gotta work out what we’re going to do.
Marty Scurll: I know, but we’ve gotta lay out the established facts to find a resolution. Mind you, that is the only one we really have that’d be of any importance. After all, the police are the reason I was gone, and you left on your own terms. So there’s no true way of rubbing either of those in his face.
Nigel McGuinness: Maybe we do it in police outfits?
Marty Scurll: Nigel, that is so dumb. You were on his side at that incident, for a start, so that’d be pretty hypocritical for a start.
Nigel McGuinness: Ah, you’re right.
Marty looks off from Nigel a bit, and tries to think slightly for what they’re planning.
Marty Scurll: So we’re looking to injure him, so how would we go about it? Maybe attack him **** ** ****** until he’s done?
Nigel McGuinness: That’s too long of a method, and I highly doubt he’d just lie there and take a beating like that.
Marty Scurll: What if we do it ***** *** ***** **** ***? He’d be pretty vulnerable then.
Nigel McGuinness: Maybe… but we can’t go around the method that you suggested. Who am I kidding, we’ll try it, if he’s resilient we’ll have to improvise.
Marty Scurll: Sounds like a sound plan.
The camera cuts off, as we have to question, what were those phrases that were censored in the plans to take Adrian Neville out of the game.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a triple threat tag team matchup scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 479lbs, from San Francisco, California, Jimmy Uso and Jey Uso, the Usos!
Both of the Uso brothers in the corner hype themselves up as their music slowly cuts off. Jey steps out through the apron, as does Jimmy, as they await the two teams that’ll start up this matchup.
”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.
Sami and Becky's music hits and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for the former Tag Team Champions. Sami and Becky come out, happy as always, dancing to their song as they make their way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, they are the former UWF Tag Team Champions, Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn!
The duo slide into the ring and continue to bob their head to their music while they limber up and get ready for action.
DING! DING!
The bell rings, and Darby stands across the ring from Becky, who immediately sizes up the man who is only two inches taller than herself. She gets slightly up in the face of Darby and talks some petty trash, and then jumps up to lock him in a headlock, and Darby gets caught in it. Becky wrenches in, as Allin hits down to a knee to relieve some pressure, and Becky continues to wrench some more.
Corey Graves: Becky Lynch getting an early hold on Darby Allin, halting him from making some progression fast.
Darby pushes up slightly, and with the momentum lifts Becky up to a belly to back suplex, slamming her down to the mat quickly, and releasing the hold, with that Allin stands back up in a posture ready to strike, and as Becky gets back up, he goes up and grabs the forearm of Becky, and whips her towards the ropes with an irish whip. Becky returns, and then Darby ducks out of the way of Becky swinging for him with a clothesline, and runs to the ropes.
Darby jumps up and springboards back towards the startled Becky with a massive crossbody laying her out to the mat, and he rolls through, opting to not pin her just yet. With that, Becky rolls over to the ropes, and sits on the bottom one. Darby immediately gets back to his feet, and heads over to Becky, and then places his hands on the back of her neck, and pulls her up to her feet. With that, Darby pushes Becky’s head back onto the ropes, and pushes her arms back wrapping over the top rope.
Tom Phillips: Darby isn’t holding back on Becky Lynch here, treating her like he would for any other competitor in this matchup.
With Becky suspended up, Darby leans back and hits a chop across the chest of Becky’s, and with that Becky hunches over to grab her midsection in pain. Seeing that Becky is now having her back exposed, Allin grabs onto the top rope, and then catapults himself onto the apron, and then runs to the area behind Becky, and then Darby jumps up, springboarding into the ring and landing a double foot stomp to the back of Becky’s neck, knocking her flat out to the mat.
After doing the stomp, Darby stumbles through into the ring, and grasps onto the ropes on the other side of the ring, when unexpectedly Jey Uso tags in on Darby’s back, and climbs through the ropes imminently. Allin turns around confused and annoyed, and then shoves Jey Uso by the chest, but the referee immediately intervenes, letting Allin know that he’s no longer the legal man, he slumps back to the apron as Becky continues to writhe in pain from the foot stomp to the back of her neck just now.
Mauro Ranallo: There seems to be a little bit of unhappiness on display from Darby Allin about being tagged out so early into the matchup, however within a match like this, that is rather expected.
Jey heads over to the grounded Becky, and lays a stomp into her back, to make sure that she remains unresilient, and reaches down with both hands to Becky who is still down, and pulls her back up to a footed base and then with her still slightly stunned from the past attacks, Jey runs to the ropes and then blasts Becky with a front dropkick knocking her back to the ropes, where Becky slinks out of the ring.
Now with Becky on the outside, Jey looks side to side, and indicates that he could be going for a big dive to the outside, but the mere suggestion of such a thing annoys Sinn Bodhi, who climbs through the ropes and clobs Jey Uso, knocking him down to the mat. Seeing this sudden attack, Jimmy climbs into the ring to confront Bodhi, and Jey gets back up to his feet. Seeing this as an opportunity, the Usos lean back and lands a double superkick on Bodhi, who falls down, and rolls out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: The dropzone is full up, they might be getting a taste of Uso!
Darby however climbs up to the top rope, and before he gets the chance to even think about what he could go for, Sami Zayn rushes across, and climbs on the apron, and as Darby turns to deliver a coffin drop to the outside, Zayn pushes Darby face first to the other side of the ring floor, sending him crashing into concrete! The Usos and the fans in attendance lose their minds, in concern for Allin’s safety from that.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Darby Allin may be squashed out like a pancake on the concrete!
As Darby writhes in pain from the horrendous fall, the Usos lean back and lay in one more double superkick, now to the side of the face of Sami Zayn, sending him outside of the ring in the moshpit of Becky and Sinn. Both of the Usos stand in the middle of the ring, hyping themselves up, and then they hit the ropes, and dive up and over the ropes, hitting a huge suicide dive over the top, as they celebrate on the outside.
Jey grabs a hold of Becky and whips her back through into the ring, and Jimmy runs over to the other side, to climb back up on the apron. Jey rolls through into the ring too, and leads Becky by the back of her head to the corner where his brother stands. He tags in his brother, and sweeps the legs, jumping up, and hitting a corner dropkick on her, and climbs out to the apron, and his brother does the same.
Corey Graves: Some natural chemistry being shown between the Usos, which’d be expected within brothers.
Jimmy pulls Becky from the corner, and then lays a stomp on her. He then leads her up by her arm, and whips her over to the other side of the ring. With that, Sinn Bodhi climbs back up to the apron, and tags himself back into the matchup, shrugging himself off slightly. With Jimmy unaware of this however from showboating, he runs straight ahead for Becky with a big splash in the corner, and as Becky falls, Jimmy goes for the cover, but the referee doesn’t count, before he can question it, Bodhi runs in and lays in a stomp on the back of Jimmy to break the fall, and to do damage.
Becky rolls out to the apron to the damage she’s already sustained, and to recover in the corner. Sinn pulls up Jimmy, and then chucks him at the ropes with aggression, and on returnal, Bodhi grabs the arm of Jimmy’s and whips him over with a massive arm drag. Immediately after getting back up, Sinn runs at the ropes, and jumps up at Jimmy, who has stumbled back up, and whips him down to the mat with a massive hurricanrana.
Tom Phillips: I don’t think Jimmy Uso was prepared for Sinn Bodhi’s flurry of attacks!
Corey Graves: Who is?
Sinn then taunts the crowd, doing some wackily crazy taunts off to the crowd, as he turns his attention to Jimmy Uso once more on the mat. He then reaches down for Jimmy Uso, and pulls him up to his feet, and under his arm in a tight grip. He then lifts Jimmy up, jumping, and then slams him down with a massive Jumping DDT. He then hooks both legs.
One…
Two…
Jimmy Uso kicks out at two from the pinfall attempt. Sinn starts to pound the mat in frustrations, as Jimmy rolls over to his front. Jey holds his hand out hoping for the infamous hot tag, and Jimmy starts to inch closer and closer, but suddenly Jey flies off the apron via a recovered Darby Allin pulling him off, slamming face first. Jimmy jumps for the tag, but nobody is there, and is disappointed.
Mauro Ranallo: As the old timers would say it, there was no water in the pool for this Uso.
Sinn then grabs a handful of the hair of Jimmy and yanks him backwards for a powerbomb underneath his legs. He goes to pull him up, but as he does this, Sami Zayn tags on the back of Jimmy’s back, and climbs in through to the ring, and chop blocks the knee of Bodhi, making Jimmy collapse on him, and make him fall down. Becky reaches over the ropes and holds Bodhi in place in the corner.
On the outside however, Allin kicks Jey in the chest, and then pulls him up, and lifts him up in a suplex, and sends him crashing into the timekeeper area, wiping both of them out of this one. Zayn heads to the other side and then runs up to Bodhi and connects with the Helluva Kick, and shrugs Sinn back to the mat, and hooks the legs.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners via pinfall, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch!
Sami gets his hand raised, and then Becky climbs through to get her hand raised by the referee, as they are the victors of this one. As all other competitors lay around defeated, the winners pose up and UWF heads elsewhere.
The live feed switches to EC3 backstage where he has an announcement to make.
EC3: As you all saw earlier tonight, Katsuyori Shibata managed to defeat the current #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship, Adrian Neville. There however was another man who defeated Neville a few weeks ago in El Ligero. Ligero managed to come up short against Dar tonight but he put on a good showing and still is deserving of an opportunity. That's why at Genesis, I', going to make a number one contender's match for the Intercontinental Championship between El Ligero and Katsuyori Shibata. May the best man win.
The Revolution broadcast cuts to a dark room filled with a solitary figure: the Cosmic Crusader, Johnny Morrison.
As always, Morrison appears confident. He wastes little time, ripping straight into his latest diatribe.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Hey everyone. I'd like to take a moment away from your regular scheduled Revolution broadcast to speak a little bit about a topic that matters to me. That topic is consequences.
Morrison pauses, seemingly for dramatic effect.
Last week, Samoa Joe was all about consequences when he addressed me ahead of our match-up. He told me that because I put my name in his mouth, he was going to beat me up. The big bad Submission Machine told the world he had me figured out and that after my few flashy moves were exhausted he was going to coast to an easy victory against me on his road to the chamber. In fewer words, he underestimated me. And for that underestimation he paid the same price that other great men have paid before him. Kevin Nash, AJ Styles... names that once defined this industry. All of them made the same mistake, and the consequence of that mistake was that they found themselves beaten and left embarrassed by the man they wrote off as a one-trick pony. Two of the three men whose names have been in my mouth in the past few minutes have practically vanished since they crossed my path. What about Samoa Joe?
Morrison smirks. The fans, watching on the Titantron in the arena, pop at his confidence. He can hear them where he is, and so can the camera. Johnny continues.
Since I came back to the UWF, the ring announcers have all been calling me Johnny Morrison at my behest, but they might as well call me Johnny Momentum, Johnny Main Event, or even Johnny MVP, because right now I'm the most successful man in the company. I might not have the UWF Championship, but did the man who does get a W last week? No. He lost to a man I pinned the week before that in a three-versus-three tag match where I was carrying Samordinary Joe and Ultramantis Creep. Every week I walk out to that ring, I bring my A game, and whether it's a kingpin or a philosopher king I'm happy to kick their ass and take my win. And in spite of all of the carnival sideshow acts booked for it, there's not a man in the Elimination Chamber who scares me, because I've got something that none of them have: inner confidence, serenity and grace, and more important than all of that, the physique of an Adonis and more talent than the other five men combined. I don't believe in a single higher power or divine creator, but if I did I'd say he broke the mould when he made me, because there's only ever going to be one Intergalactic Guru of Greatness and he's standing right here spitting words at you.
The ego would be unbearable if it came from a less attractive package. Morrison continues.
Joe Nobody promised he would break me for putting his name in my mouth and I pinned his ass with a trick he didn't see coming from this supposedly-predictable brain of mine. I'd love to see how he spins that, but he's probably too busy flapping those pudgy jowls of his about how he showed me after the bell. You know what, Joe? You cling to that feeling of satisfaction you get from attacking people from behind like the alpha rodent you are, because the only people you're convincing are the two men who follow you around like a pair of pathetic beta-rat rejects. And don't worry about my putting your name in my mouth again, because as far as I'm concerned, you're not even worth wasting my breath on anymore, man.
Morrison shrugs, then decides to wrap things up.
Look, I don't need to tell you all that I'm going to win the Elimination Chamber at Genesis. It's an unspoken truth. I've been kicking every supposedly great wrestler's ass from pillar to post since I showed up here. You don't have to take my word for it, either. You all watch this show because you trust Ethan Carter's judgment, so tell me: Who, since I returned, has been booked in more main events than Johnny Revolution? This show belongs to the Cosmic Crusader, and after Genesis, when I beat the cream of the Revolution crop and raise that UWF Championship over my head, the only name that's going to be in anyone's mouth is Johnny.
Johnny walks out of the shot. The feed lingers for an awkward moment or two, then moves along.
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.
G.O.Destroy hits the arena, out through the curtain comes Tama Tonga slapping the curtains out of his way and in that same motion waving his hands around the air along with the music before he suddenly drops to one knee and twirls around drifting off to one side spinning to face the arena again as Tanga Loa comes out and points his finger guns out to the crowd on the other side of the stage. Samoa Joe stands in the middle of the two Tongans, Joe flicks his nose and begins to march down the ramp as Loa and Tama follow at his sides. Tanga Loa pointing at Joe to the crowd, as Tama shouts out "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!" in rhythm.
Tony Chimel: Introducing "the Samoan Submission Machine" Samoa Joe, "The Bad Boy" Tama Tonga, and "The Silverback" Tanga Loa, they are the Gandom of Destruction, G-O-D!
Joe stops at the end of the ramp, crossing his arms as Tanga Loa throws himself to Joes back wrapping his arms over Joes shoulder pointing up Joe and talking to the camera "ya'll looking at the motha-fucken Kingpin Right Here" as the camera moves down at Tama Tonga crawling on the floor behind Joes right next to Joes leg. Joe still has the same stern look on his face as Tama stands up and slides into the ring as Loa jumps up on the ring apron on his knees and gets into the ring. Samoa Joe walks over to the steel steps and begins to enter the ring, at the center of the ring Tama and Tanga go for a Too Sweet, before swinging their arms back around doing it upside down to one another. Joe swings his body right throw their hands breaking the Too Sweet as he faces the hard camera and lifts up his signature shaka hand gesture as the tongans do the same on either side of him.
The two members head out the ring to allow Joe to get the match started.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Joe has a smirk on his face as he looks on at Black, who remains calm and collected in the corner. Just as Joe and Black go to stand toe to toe…
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. Woods, Kofi and E all come from the backstage as they have smiles on their faces.
Mauro Ranallo: What are the New Day doing out here?!
Corey Graves: Isn't it obvious? They're here to sabotage this match cause they're still sour after G.O.D interfering in their match!
The crowd pops loud as Tonga and Loa rush to the ramp to confront the New Day. Joe looks on at them pointing at Xavier specifically with a serious face. Woods shrugs as E and Kofi go to stand up to Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa.
The camera cuts to Joe again as he is yelling from the apron. Joe has completely forgotten about Ultramantis Black which allows Black to flip Joe around and hits him with the Praying Mantis Bomb! Ultramantis covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ULTRAMANTIS BLACK!
Tom Phillips: And Ultramantis Black takes advantage of the distraction! Joe isn't gonna be happy when he comes to.
Corey Graves: I think New Day may have done goofed themselves, cause now, by playing fire with fire, they've just made things more personal. Instead of short term enemies, they may have made long term enemies out of G.O.D.
Mauro Ranallo: Who knows, Corey, but I can understand where you're coming from!
Once Tama and Loa hear this they quickly turn around to help their leader and get some vengeance, but by the time they slid in the ring, Mantis hightailed it out into the crowd.
He raises his fist stick thingy in the air as he walks backwards away from the fight. G.O.D divert their attention back to New Day where you can see them laughing and showing off their titles by gyrating and trash talking. G.O.D look on with anger while they tend to Samoa Joe. Joe gets back on his feet and stares angrily at the trio. Next thing you know, he orders his boys to go out and fight. The GOD exit the ring and run up the ramp and an all out brawl ensues. Big E and Kofi brawl to the back with Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa while Joe and Xavier fight on the stage. Ultramantis is laughing in the crowd but when he turns to leave, he eats a Black Mass from Aleister Black!
The UWF Champion spits down at Ultramantis before picking him up and bringing him over to the stage where Xavier and Joe are. Xavier has tossed Joe off the stage and leaps off with elbow drop but Joe moves out of the way! Aleister Black has made his way over and starts attacking both men after tossing Ultramantis into the steel barricade. Little does he realize that Johnny Morrison is above them on the stage, leaping off with a corkscrew shooting star landing on top of Black! Bodies are laid out everywhere but it's Vinny Marseglia who gets the last laugh, coming out of nowhere and blind Johnny with a steel pipe to the back! Vinny grabs every body he can and stacks them up in a pile. The former UWF Champion climbs back onto the stage and looks down upon all his opponents at the elimination Chamber. With Alesiter Black stacked on the top, Vinny jumps off to hit the RedRum! Vinny is the last man standing as he smiles, looking down upon his prey as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
Confrimed for Genesis
#1 Contender for the Intercontinental Championship
Katsuyori Shibata vs El Ligero
Credits
Joe vs Ultramantis - Gone
New Kingdom vs Sami & Becky vs Usos - Semi
Neville vs Shibata - Fauche
Havoc vs McIntyre, Dar vs Ligero - Danny
