Post by Danny on Nov 14, 2019 2:46:50 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. The Tag Team Championships are on the line and hopefully we have new champs!
Tom Phillips: Speak for yourself Graves. It's not the only tag match this week though as the Intercontinental and Television Champions team up to take on the team of Katsuyori Shibata and El Ligero! That should be a great one!
Mauro Ranallo: Plus Big Show takes on Drew McIntyre and in our main event, Xavier Woods does battle with Johnny Morrison to determine who is the number one contender to the UWF Championship! But first, let's head down to the ring for tag team action!
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
#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.
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.
Ranallo: DIY were bested by the World Warriors at Genesis and will look to rebound here tonight in this tag team title against Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.
Phillips: Earlier in the week, Sami and Becky were quick to point out that Gargano and Ciampa haven't been able to beat them in their past encounters - Corey, what can DIY do to change up the result this time?
Graves: Look, Lynch and Zayn are as an unorthodox duo as we have have in the UWF, and that seems to throw a lot of their opponents off. On their best nights, DIY are a well-oiled machine that can go toe-to-toe with the best of 'em, but lets be honest, some nights they're hot and some nights they're cold and there's really no way of knowing what version of them we're going to get. Maybe that's because Ciampa's a maniac, who knows?
Ranallo: Whoever wins, you can be sure they're putting themselves near the front of the line as far as the next shot at the championships goes.
The DIY boys pace around the ring while they await the arrival of their opponents.
Chimel: And their opponents... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 317 pounds... Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn!
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. They slide into the ring in unison and dance a bit more before getting ready for action.
Phillips: All smiles and sunshine from the former tag champs.
Graves: Maybe a little too much. Are they even taking this seriously?
Ranallo: Don't let them fool you, Corey. You mentioned DIY being hot and cold, but we've seen from these before that they can go from happy-go-lucky to super intense as fast as the Millennium Falcon kicking into hyperspace.
Gargano and Sami elect to kick things off in the ring first. Chimel gets outta dodge and the Referee calls for the bell.
DING DING
Gargano and Zayn go to lock up collar-and-elbow style, but right before linking limbs, Gargano shoves Zayn back and step and then slaps him across the face. A shot across the friggin bow. Zayn's smile disappears, but Gargano counters that grumpy ol' frown with a cocksure smirk. Sami erases it with a vicious European Uppercut that knocks Johnny Wrestling silly. Before you can say "jack russell terrier, Zayn runs back to the ropes and bounces himself back at full speed. With all the velocity of a bullet train, the former tag champ sprints back and annihilates Gargano with a Helluva Kick!
Ranallo: Zayn with the Helluva Kick just seconds into the contest!
Phillips: Holy smokes!
Johnny gets turned inside out and is splat flat on the mat before he even knows what hit him. Zayn peels him up off the canvas, hooks an arm around a neck, hoists the fella up and then BOOM! Drops him right back down again with a BRAINBUSTAAAAAAH~! The crowd can't even believe what they're witnessing. It's not just fast. Its sudden. Zayn hooks a leg and Stripes slides down to count it...
1...
Ciampa jumps through the ropes to come and break it up, but Becky sees him running in and does the same...
2...
Before Tommasso can put the boots to Sami, Becky catches him and tosses him over the ropes to floor below with a Bexploder Suplex!
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
BECKY LYNCH AND SAMI ZAYN!
The fans go totally bonkers! Such a quick victory for the former champs over a typically game tag team is something else. Becky and Sami get their hands and raised and celebrate some in the ring, hardly having broken a sweat in a bout that didn't hit a minute. Gargano rolls out of the ring and heads to the back with Ciampa.
Graves: I don't know if I'm more impressed by Lynch and Zayn or disappointed at the showing by DIY. Either way, the tag team division pecking order just found some clarity.
Phillips: A very tough loss for DIY. It will be interesting to see how they rebound now. But as far as future contenders go, we might have just found some.
Ranallo: Absolutely. That's how you make a statement -
The lights dim and a brand new entrance tune hits the PA. At first the capacity crowd isn't exactly sure what to make of it, but the excitement of something fresh couples with a quickly-spreading grassroots appreciation for some of the company's latest signees to garner a sizable pop when two words flash across the titantron.
STRONG DRAGONS
The World's Strongest Man and the Diabetic Dragon hit the stage. Mark Henry. Kyle O'Reilly. Bah Gawd. Henry cracks his neck from side to side; fearsome, awe-inspiring intensity just radiating from him. O'Reilly has a look on his face like he just beat you at Street Fighter 2 when you were using Sagat and he has using Zangief. Its condescending, its confident, and son, its cold-blooded. Once the crowd starts to finally settle down, Kyle pulls a mic out of wherever and runs that mouth.
KO'R: Oh sup gingers? Me and Marky just wanted to be the first to congratulate you on the big win tonight. Super impressive. Really. Great stuff. Inspirational, even. If you had pulled off something like that a couple weeks back, heck, even at Genesis, I'd say that would for sure earn you two heteronormative hunks a shot at those tag team belts. Fair's fair, after all.
Kyle tries to flex a little while he keeps on talking. Posturing up. Mark is as stoic as he is dangerous. Like Icerberg that fucked up the Titanic.
KO'R: Except the only thing is, there's a brand spankin' new tag team in town! Please allow ourselves to introduce... ourselves...
Trapped by his own sentence structure, Kyle looks around nervously for just a split second before rolling with it.
KO'R: We're the friggin Strong Dragons. The perfect combination of power and speed. We're dynamic. We're technical. We are technically dynamic. And most of all, we want next. And seeing as you're the top ranked contenders, we're just gonna have to step on your faces on our way to title town.
The people cheer at the promise of a clash between the two teams.
Mark Henry: Don’t think for one second we’ll ever go easy, because the power game will mess you up feller and fellerette. We’re here to whoop some ass and chew some bubblegum, but Kyle can’t since he’s on a sugar limit, so we’ll just skip to kicking the ass. So you better check ‘em, because the Strong Dragons stand for the damned power game ya’ hear because we’re coming for ya’.
Sami and Becky look at each other, shrug, and nod. Challenge accepted. Big pop from the people. They're for it.
Ranallo: Looks like we've got some exciting tag team action heading our way next week on Revolution! The former champs will send out the welcoming wagon for the UWF's newest tandem and I for one can't wait to see how it goes!
Graves: Props to the Strong Dragons for going after the big dog in the yard but after the dominant performance we just saw, are they biting off more than they can chew?
Phillips: Or will Kyle O'Reilly and Mark Henry step up and make a claim for the titles? We'll just have to wait and see!
A long distance staredown between the teams closes out the segment as Revolution continues elsewhere.
Revolution Is in full swing when the camera cuts to the outside parking lot. Suddenly a stretch limo is seen pulling into the arena. The cameras were in place to catch the superstar behind the glass. The door swings open and a few young ladies get out to the shock of the crowd. The ladies stood by the door as one more person exits it was The World Tallest Athlete. He was making his return tonight against the witless wonder Drew McIntyre. He holds his arms out as each lady grabs a bicep. He makes his way to the entrance and when it swings open Michael Cole is standing there. He lets him finish getting inside before he speaks.
Michael Cole: First of all welcome back Big Show now a lot has happened since you’ve been gone but it didn’t stop you from altering the Television match at Genesis. What was your reasoning behind the attacks why at that moment?
Big Show looks at the ladies and points to his private locker room as they leave. He looks back at Michael Cole and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Big Show: Michael it is nice to see you too man. I actually missed this place but I am proud of how much it has grown. In regards to Genesis something deep down inside of me realized that I needed to make a splash when I returned. I needed to alter lives one way or another. It was quite the entrance for a BIG return wouldn’t you say?
Michael Cole: Maybe so but why not just let those two men fight it out for the title? You took matters into your own hands.
Big Show: Cole, I have never been the patient type you can ask anyone who knows me including yourself. Why should I let them have their match when I should still be champion? Personally I feel like Drew and Trent has no right getting close to MY title. Maybe that is selfish of me but if I couldn’t be champion then damn it neither could they.
Michael Cole: As most fans know tonight you make your return against the very man you knocked out at Genesis. You and Drew seem to have a lot of unsettled business do you feel this will be the last encounter?
Big Show stands tall and takes a deep breath as he removes his hand from Coles shoulder.
Big Show: I can promise you here tonight Michael a coke and all the fans in this arena that regardless of the outcome tonight it will not be the final show down between the two of us. We are more alike the either of us want to admit and that alone drives our competitive nature. I know Drew McIntyre is in the building already and probably hiding with good reason. I don’t plan to search for him but if we cross paths our match may start backstage.
He starts walking away thinking Cole is done.
Michael Cole: Hold on one last question. What do you plan to do too Drew McIntyre tonight?
He turns back around and just smiles down at his little friend.
Big Shows: I am going to do whatever I want too him. I have a game plan of course but the reality is he won’t be able to slow me down. He will get completely humbled here tonight and realize that at Genesis I did him a favor by knocking him out and putting him through the table. He is weak and weaklings doesn’t deserve championships. He talks a big game when it comes to our match tonight now it’s time for him to back it up if he can.
He leaves Michael Cole standing there as he disappears into the arena to catch us with the ladies and possibly Drew what will happen.
Dr. Cube and Ultramantis Black arrive out to the ring as minions block off the entranceway he grabs a microphone. Dr.Cube raises the Microphone to his mouth but is immediately cut off by deafening boos.
Dr. Cube: Silence! You had since January for your silly opinions now it is time for the people who were right all along to speak, with a grand ceremony so let me. So let me introduce the bringer of the end of the UWF Ultramantis Black.
Ultramantis Black nods and bows gently before letting Dr.Cube continue.
Dr.Cube: You put your entire roster against us and we still came out on top. So forgive us for relishing in the misery of the UWF faithful, but that leads you to the next big question. What now? Ultramantis Black is at the top of the mountain and now we have every eye on us if there was ever a time to make a statement now would be the time. So I will yield the floor to the champion to make the announcement.
He hands the microphone to Ultramantis Black.
Ultramantis Black: You see we could kill the UWF right now, but alas this is not the first time that the UWF would have resurrected itself from the dead like the rotting corpse it is. No the true path to achieving our goal is to salt the earth, eliminate everyone on the roster and make it as painful as possible, and this will be our first step in the age of cleansing.
Ultramantis opens up his coat to reveal he is not wearing the title.
Ultramantis Black: The UWF title is not in the arena, nor will it ever enter the arena again. It’s current location is only known by the good doctor and myself, but alas I know the will of a businessman like EC3, throw money around, make another and give it to another. So as a safeguard I will defend a title by a different name.
A minion runs up and hands Ultramantis Black a title before slinking away. Ultramantis unfolds it and places it over his shoulder.
Ultramantis Black: Introducing the Spectral Dreams Openweight Title. I envisioned this title during my many journeys, and I hold it now. It represents a brighter future for the UWF for once it becomes ash only then may it rebirth into something anew, such meditations of rebirth cycles are of Eastern philosophies so I only found it fitting to take the naming scheme from companies in that region. This dream can only be realized under the name of Ultramantis Black, and as such it is fitting I begin with it.
The two laugh as Ultramantis' music plays and they leave the ring.
The camera open up on the backstage as we see Maxine about to walk into what seems to be her Office as she’s interrupted by the Diamond Princess Tessa Blanchard.
Tessa Blanchard:”Ah there she is, just the woman I was looking Maxine, how you doing, your hair is looking fabulous as always.”
Planted on Tessa’s face is what seems like the fakest smile in the world, while Maxine a slight look of confusion.
Maxine:”I’m sorry, uhm Tessa right? Listen I am not completely caught up with everything in the UWF but what I do know is that bumbling geek Spud-er Drake is in charge of the Tag division so you’d want to talk to him.”
Tessa Blanchard:”Oh no, this isn’t about my boys, see this is about me, no this is about US. Strong beautiful women like us, the UWF has talent but what it needs is a shining diamond, to be the centerpiece of the company. A gal like me can boost the ratings, trust me gals like us know how to make it in a “mans world” and The World Warriors are finally showing that they can handles themselves, so it’s time to focus on me. You feel me?”
Maxine looks for a bit and nods her head seemingly understanding everything.
Maxine:”I think I understand you. Let me see if I got this, you want to hang with the big boys? You want to be a singles star, but because of your managerial contract you can’t technically compete as a fully fledged singles star? Heh don’t worry Tessa, hun, the work I’ve seen of you is impressive and you really do remind me of me, so just leave the convincing of Ethan to me.”
Tessa Blanchard:”I knew you’d see it my way I mean hell, unlike Becky I am not planning of hiding behind a man, or even having the boys accompany me at ringside, I take care of myself, and it helps that unlike Naomi I have all my braincells.”
Both Tessa and Maxine laugh at that mean remark like its the funniest joke they’ve ever heard.
Maxine:”Oh you’re so right. Alright Tessa don’t worry about this, I’ll help you out and next week you’ll be booked as a singles competitor. Alright now I have business to handle, I’ll be seeing you later Tess.”
With that Maxine leaves into her office leaving Tessa looking smug as shes walks away but not before looking at the Camera.
Tessa Blanchard:”UWF, Your diamond princess is here, see you next week peasants.”
The camera fades to black as Tessa walks away.
Revolution fades into the ring with Big already there taunting towards the crowd as he raises his hand high into the sky before...
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...
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and McIntyre tries running out the for a lariat! He stumbles back as it had no effect. Big Show smiles and begs him to hit him again. McIntyre glances to the crowd again before running in again. The lariat, again, has no effect. He runs the ropes and comes running in for a knee to the gut. Show wasn't expecting that one! Show hunches over as McIntyre begins clubbing blow after blow working the Giant down to a knee. He then begins laying fists into the back of Show's head. The Giant tries to shake em off with each strike but McIntyre won't let up. Big Show falls to all fours as McIntyre begins to lay knees into the head of Show. Big Show slips out by putting his arm under the behind the knee of Drew and pulls it forward, doing a modified Leg Sweep. Drew falls on his arse as Show gets back to his feet. Drew does, too.
Mauro Ranallo: It was all McIntyre, but now we're at a stalemate!
McIntyre has a fire in his eyes as he comes running at Big Show, but he runs right into a Back Body Drop. McIntyre braces his back as he gets back to his feet swiftly and runs into a hand on his throat. McIntyre wraps his hands around Big Show's, to attempt to remove it, but he can't. Big Show pushes McIntyre straight into the turnbuckle as he squeezes on the throat. He looks to the crowd as he tells them to shush as he quickly releases the choke but comes in with a big Palm Slap to the chest of Drew. McIntyre falls to the floor gasping for air and crawling to the other corner.
Big Show follows up behind and wraps his arms around Drew and pulls him to his feet from behind, setting his up in a Cobra Clutch. Drew tries his best to struggle free, but it's too late as Big Show starts swinging Drew around and slamming him. Drew his the mat hard as he rolls out the ring. The crowd boos for it, but he doesn't care. Drew is selling the back after going through it at Genesis, and Show has been targeting it. Show smiles tell Drew to get in as the ref counts. Drew is taking a bit of time, so Show chases after him. Shows gets out the and turns to face McIntyre, but turns straight into a Claymore! Show is knocked out as McIntyre lands on his back.
Mauro Ranallo: DREW HIT THE CLAYMORE!
Tom Phillipa: But he did it on the outside; he needs to get Show in the ring to make the cover and win.
Corey Graves: He can always take the count out victory.
Drew gets to his feet and tries to get him up and into the ring, but the Giant is dead weight. The ref is on the count of 7 as McIntyre is upset he can't capitalise. Drew rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. Big Show finally comes to as he begins to crawl to his feet, but McIntyre comes on the attack and lifts him up and whips him into the ringpost then he grabs Show by the head and bangs it on the announce table. He then tosses Big Show into the ring. Show stumbles to his feet as McIntyre slides in. McIntyre lines him up for another Claymore and comes running at him, but Show counters it into a spear! He covers!
Tom Phillips: Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: This could be over!
Corey Graves: Give McIntyre more credit!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT 2!
Big Show sits up with a look of exhaustion as the sweat drops down his brow. He gets up and lifts McIntyre up by the hair. He grabs him and throws him deep into the ropes. McIntyre holds as Big Show was expecting a rebound. He instead comes running at Drew, but Drew lifts his boot up and kicks Show. Show stumbles back as he runs back in, but Drew catches him with a Glasgow Kiss. Drew holds his head as Show fell flat on his back. There was a brief hesitation as McIntyre falls into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—
KICKOUT AT 2.9!
McIntyre gets launched off as Big Show's kickout power was strong as heck. McIntyre lands and pounds on the ground as he begins to line Show up for a big move. "I'M GONNA END THIS! RIGHT! NOW!" Drew yells. Big Show begins to get up as Drew is wide-eyed. He begins stomping as he knows it's time to end this. Big Show turns to face McIntyre and Show gets caught with a kick. He pulls Show in for the Future Shock DDT, but before he swings his leg forward and pulls back, Show gets his hands free and lifts McIntyre by the waist and onto his shoulders and tosses him over the top rope. McIntyre gets thrown far enough to hit his back on the table. McIntyre falls to his knees as he holds his back. McIntyre finally works his way to his feet as he using the apron as a railing and he paces around on the outside of the ring. The crowd are hounding him as he looks at them annoyed. He then rolls climbs the steps and stands on the apron. They stare each other down, while Show has a smile.
Mauro Ranallo: I think we're reaching the final moments of this match.
Drew gets into the ring as Show runs at him Drew ducks underneath as he turns and he sees Show runs the rope and Show comes in for a Crossbody but Drew catches him in a test of strength. Show has a face of shock before Drew tries to lift him for a Bodyslam, but the back gives out. He drops Show as falls to the ground. They both get up to their feet. McIntyre in a last ditch effort goes for another Glasgow Kiss, but he kisses nothing but a W.M.D! Drew falls to the floor as Show hooks both legs for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here's your winner, the Big Show!
Mauro Ranallo: One has to think that if McIntyre was at 100%, the outcome would have been different, but that table spot at Genesis, has taken its toll, along with Show's offense usually targeting the back, it just put Drew at the disadvantage.
Corey Graves: Congrats to Big Show, I guess…
Tom Phillips: Poor Corey sad his precious Scotsman lost?
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips.
Big Show gets up and raises his hand in the air as he celebrates his victory. Drew is hanging in the corner holding his jaw as he looks at Big Show who took his win. Revolution rolls on.
The screen suddenly goes dark, a message appears, and then a familiar movie theme begins to play...
EPISODE III
REVENGE OF THE SUPERNOVA
Crisis! With colossal changes occurring at the recent Genesis event,
the UWF now finds itself in a fragile state, as several heinous roster members
look to try and sabotage the very foundations of the company.
Although no one knows if anyone is leading these foul bandits,
what is apparent is that should they succeed with their goal, they stand to bring more
unnecessary chaos and destruction to this once proud organization.
Fortunately, the UWF has one honorary defender left in its ranks,
who will stop at nothing to ensure that everything remains
in full and respectable working order….
As the text fades away, the camera then re-opens in a darkened room which is being lit by an array of candles that have been scattered around the place. Suddenly the figure of Noam Dar enters into the frame. The Ayrial Assassin is dressed in a suit with a black tie, and appears to be holding a flower in his hand whilst looking into the distance.
Noam Dar: I would like tae take a moment tae remember the man who was tragically taken from us last week at Genesis. Former Intercontinental Champion, and undeniable prick of a man, Adrian Neville. I have here a black rose which I personally picked from a field in the hope that I could perhaps honor his odd legacy in some capacity. I know that he said The Black Rose died a long time ago, and tae be completely honest, this rose isn’t even black, I had tae get the petals painted, but regardless, it is the thought that counts, and so we now remember this fallen dafty, who unfortunately learned the simple truth in the hardest possible way. When you play with feathers, you get your arse tickled…
Dar then moves the flower over to one of the candles where it catches light in an instant due to the connection with the dried paint. The Intercontinental Champion stands in silence for a moment, watching as the flame fully engulfs the petals, before throwing the flower away to the side. A slight ting can be heard indicating that it landed in a bin.
Noam Dar: But as Neville’s challenge dies out with his soul, the opportunity now opens up for another bold roaster tae come in and try their hand at besting Supernova 11 at his own game. And that roaster is none other than Katsu Ciabatta. No… wait… that was what I had for dinner the other night. My bad, the challenger is in fact Katsuyori Shibata, but the circumstances aren’t that different, because just like I devoured that succulent meal, I fully intend tae devour that prune as well. Folk seem tae enjoy going on about how he’s one of the hottest things in the company right now, and maybe he is, but if there’s any man that’s capable of turning him cold, you’re looking right at him!
The Scottish Supernova then turns to look directly at the camera.
Noam Dar: So think of tonight as an appetizer before the full course a few weeks from now, because my own abilities combined with the unpredictable nature of Jimmy Havoc will only cause great harm and discomfort for Shibata and that other oaf El Ligero who recently seems tae have found a way of sticking tae me like a bad smell... And on that note... It's time tae go tae work!
Dar props his championship on his shoulder and exits the frame as the camera feed moves to another part of the arena.
"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.
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*
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
Shibata does not come out until he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
Shibata calmly walks out with his head down. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.
Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed. He finally lifts his head as he stares at the entrance waiting for his opponent.
He does not move his eyes, or any muscle until his opponent has entered the ring. Then, he will stare them down until he hears the bell.
VS
DING DING DING
Shibata insist on starting the match off and Jimmy Havoc looks to start things for his team. Shibata crosses his arms and shakes his head, not wanting to deal with Jimmy. He instead points to Dar and tells Havoc to make the tag. Dar laughs at the idea and sticks his hand out. Havoc makes the tag and the Intercontinental Champion makes his way in. Shibata and Dar circle around one another, getting ready for the tie up. Dar ends up taking a swing at Ligero to knock him down. Shibata comes running at Dar but Noam rolls forward to avoid it and makes the tag to Jimmy, immediately heading out to the floor with a big grin on his face.
Tom Phillips: Of course, Dar doesn't want anything to do with Shibata.
Corey Graves: Why should he? They're scheduled to face one another at the next PPV. He doesn't need to give Shibata any insights to how he fights.
Tom Phillips: They're scheduled for a match together now!
Corey Graves: Doesn't mean he necessarily has to deal with him. Let Jimmy have some fun.
Havoc comes into the ring but immediately gets taken down with a high kick to the chest! Shibata looks down out the ring straight at Dar. The Scottish Supernova just waves and laughs at him. Shibata won't stand for it as he exits the ring and gives chase to Dar! Noam runs around the ring before sliding back in. Shibata comes in right after him and continues the chase but he runs right into a huge lariat by Jimmy Havoc! Havoc stays on him and just starts wailing on him, giving the #1 contender to the IC title a beating he didn't expect. He brings Shibata back up to his feet before hitting a snap DDT! He turns him over and makes the pin.
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Shibata kicks out! Jimmy just smiles, knowing he gets to dish out even more punishment. He brings Shibata up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Jimmy runs right after him but Shibata gets his foot up to kick him right in the face. Havoc backs up a few paces, slightly dazed. Shibata comes out of the corner and lays him out with a lariat. Jimmy tries to get away but Shibata grabs him as he's getting back up to his feet and hits him with a german suplex! Jimmy lands high on his neck and his body is folded up like an chair. Shibata picks him back up and places him onto his shoulders. Jimmy starts wiggling around and manages to fall behind him, falling backwards into his corner where Dar makes the blind tag. Shibata comes running over and gives Jimmy a dropkick in the corner. As he's getting up, Dar slides in and chop blocks him from behind! Shibata tries to get back to his feet right away but Noam sweeps his feet right out from under him with a kick. He brings Shibata back up to his feet and hooks his leg, flipping him over with a fisherman suplex, bridging for the pin!
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Shibata kicks out once more! Ligero is in the corner, begging for a tag but Shibata doesn't actually make his way over. Instead he moves towards the ropes, keeping his distance form his corner, wanting to be in the ring with Dar. Noam goes over and tries to kick Shibata's feet out from under him again but The Wrestler jumps over it, landing on his good foot and knocks Dar back with a forearm strike. He follows up with a straight kick to the chest but with his hurt leg as the base, it's not very stable and it causes him to fall backwards where Ligero tags himself in. Dar has also stumbled backwards and the Television Champion tags himself into the match as well!
Tom Phillips: Looks like Jimmy and Ligero are both legal. This could be Ligero's chance to prove himself.
Corey Graves: Yeah yeah but Shibata doesn't look too happy about Ligero tagging himself in.
Mauro Ranallo: He may be a bit ticked off but Ligero has been waiting on the apron all match long. He's fresh and ready to fight!
Both men come in but it's Ligero's who's the quicker one and he takes down Jimmy with a dropkick. Havoc pops right back up only to get taken down again. Havoc gets up a third time and this time he gets taken down with a hurrincanrana! Jimmy rolls through up to his feet but is quite dazed. He leans against the ropes but Ligero clotheslines him to the floor on the outside! Ligero stands by the ropes, ready to slingshot over but Dar shakes the ropes, causing him to slip and falls back into the ring. Dar turns to face the crowd and opens up his arms, taunting them. Shibata is tired of Dar's antics and comes into the ring, walking over and knocking him off the apron! He's not done there though as he follows him out and starts to fight him on the outside!
Corey Graves: So much for that "honor" Shibata likes to preach about.
Tom Phillips: Come on Graves, he's been wanting to get his hands on Dar this whole match.
Corey Graves: Well sometimes we don't always get what we want. Trust me, you know how many times I've hoped for a new commentary partner.
Shibata and Dar are brawling up the ramp, taking the fight all the way to the back. Jimmy meanwhile slides back into the ring and sees that Ligero is still getting to his feet. Jimmy grabs him from behind, grabbing his arm and twisting him out before laying into him with the Acid Rainmaker! Ligeor is turned inside out and Jimmy turns him over to make the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Noam Dar and Jimmy Havoc!
Jimmy looks down at Ligero and decides he wants to send a message. He grabs at his mask and ends up ripping it off his face! Ligero covers up and rolls to the outside, hiding under the ring while Jimmy holds up the mask in one hand, his Television Championship in the other with a big smile on his face as the show moves on.
The scene fades to a UWF Exclusive from Genesis. Kofi and E are trying to cheer up a sad Xavier Woods after losing his match in the Chamber. Mike Rome comes upon them with a microphone in hand.
Mike Rome: Kofi, Big E, Xavier, night of ups and downs for you guys here tonight. Won regained your UWF tag team championships, but then got assaulted by the World Warriors. Then Xavier went to have a great showing in the Chamber, but unfortunately came up short. And you guys were saying you wanted to be draped in gold by the end of Genesis, but that didn't happen. How are you guys feeling right now.
Kofi Kingston: We said draped in gold by the end of 2019, Mikey. Listen, man, we're taking a bit of a detour. The road straight to being draped in gold got blocked by Ultramantis Black. Cause now, he stands on top of the throne, but we, we… We are coming. We're just taking a different route. And while Woods may be down and gloomy now, he'll get another chance.
Mike Rome: Speaking of another chance, Woods actually impressed General Manager EC3, and is placing him in a contendership match with Johnny Morrison. Winner will face Ultramantis Black at the next PPV. As for you, E and Kofi, you will be facing World Warriors this Wednesday on Revolution for your UWF tag team titles.
Woods is still in a vegatitive state as Kofi and E have big smiles on their faces.
Kofi Kingston: Great! We welcome the World Warriors to try. They want to lay claim for these titles by attacking us? Then you're asking to lose. You see, the World Warriors reminded us that there's a war that they started, and we're gonna be the ones to finish it. And put them back in their place.
Big E: We got booties to whip with their names on it. Grado, Boar, your time in the limelight may feel good now, but you're getting back in the ring with the big bois! We're gonna have to whip your booties, blend them into smoothies, and drink ya down! Mmm, they taste kinda fruity. And while Woods sits here, lost in the thoughts of his mind, all he needs is some Booty-Os to bring him back. We have a ladle filled with them right here. Rome? Would you like to taste and feel the positivity flow through you?
Mike Rome: Eh, I rather n—
Big E: Haha, you thought you had a choice! Come on, open wide.
Rome obliges as E raises the ladle to his mouth and Kofi assists. They start pouring a bit in and take out the ladle to let Rome chew.
Mike Rome: This is actually pretty good. It makes me feel… Warm inside
Kofi Kingston: That's the positivity hitting your blood streams. That's why the slogan is "Booty-Os: they make sure you ain't booty!" Well, Rome, it was a pleasure to talk but we gotta get Woods out of this state and tell him about his match.
New Day walk off screen as Rome has a smile from the positivity.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Fans are treated to a shot of the game’s hottest new tag team, The Strong Dragons. Mark Henry. Kyle O’Reilly. The Canuck leads the way as the tandem walks down the hall.
KO’R: Just a little further… man, you are gonna freakin’ flip your wig when you see this thing. It’s like honestly the coolest thing on the entire planet. I did all by myself, too. Well, mostly. I bugged Cannon until he got some crew guys to give me a hand. But they barely even did anything. They kept talking about how their Union wouldn’t be okay with it or whatever. I dunno. Stupid nerds. So yeah, I mostly did all the work.
Kyle keep chatterboxing like an excited child as the pai rounds a corner.
KO’R: I posted in the group chat and texted all the boys but Scotty was the only one who got back to me. He was all like “new phone who dis?” and then I said “it’s Kyle ya goofball” and then he was all like “I coulda swore I blocked you months ago” and I’m like “LOL” cause that’s typical Scotty, always joking around. Toothpicks, too.
Finally, Kyle stops. He turns to face Mark.
KO’R: Alright. Here it is. I don’t wanna exaggerate or anything, but you might actually get so stoked you have a heart attack. It’s okay though. I know CPR. All L.D.I.P.F. volunteers are First Aid certified, obviously.
O’Reilly turns back around and reveals a door. Covering the old “NWO CLUB HOUSE” spray paint is a piece of paper fresh out of the printer, crudely taped on and reading:
STRONG DRAGONS DOJO
NO PAIN, NO GAIN,
NO GIRLS ALLOWED
Kyle unlocks the door and pushes it open. With a proud grin on his mug, he unveils the fruit of his labour - the old clubouse / custodian closet has been transformed into a private training facility. There’s a mostly complete weight set, a mountain bike with its frame welded to the ground so it’s stationary now, a punching bag with Vinny Marseglia’s face taped to it, a post of Jackie Chan on every wall and the piece de resistance - a palette of gatorade that looks like it was probably stolen from the arena loading dock.
K’OR: I figured just cause we have the week off doesn’t mean we shouldn’t put some work in. They aren’t just giving away tag team championships anymore. This isn’t 2015. You have to earn them. Put the work in. I’m talkin’ high weight, high reps, high blood sugar. BOOM. This is our ground zero, Mark. Our base of operations. Our launch pad to the whole freakin’ galaxy.
The Diabetic Dragon turns to his partner.
K’OR: So whaddya think buddy?
Mark looks up and down around the place with his hands placed firmly up on his hips, and takes one big sigh, only increasing the amount of tension in the air for his thoughts on this private training facility.
Mark Henry: Man, I think it’s solid and all, but that mountain bike? Gotta go dawg, too much cardio, not enough power game, we need to be chucking fools around like sacks of potatoes you feel me? If you need some damn cardio, go do a run or somethin’, but this ain’t the place for crossfit and yoga, ALL POWER no RESISTANCE.
Eager to please his new pal, Kyle nods, walks over to the mountain bis and puts the boots to it, kicking it to the ground.
KO’R: Yeah! Take that cardio! And a little bit of this! All Power! No Resistance!
Finally the spot welding gives way and the repurposed Norco Chaos crashes to the floor in an unceremonious cacophony of metal and concrete. O’Reilly turns back to Mark, sweat pouring down his face, no-selling the throbbing in his foot.
KO’R: We sure coulda used that input earlier today Mark. You’re a genius. World’s Strongest Genius. They should write that on your tights! Maybe. Whatever.
Mark Henry: I’ll think about it man. I’ll think about it. But I appreciate the attitude, at this rate, we’ll be chucking fools around like the jolly green giant in no time. All we need is that way consistently, you’ll end up having biceps the size of submarines, the ladies- and the guys, will be coming for a bit of the dragon demon if you feel me.
Nods slowly, a doofus smile slowly creeping across his face.
KO’R: Oh yeah bud. I feel ya. I feel ya hard.
With those words of motivation for the way to bring the power game up here, immediately Kyle runs over to the weights, and lays down on the bench, as Mark stands slightly confused.
Mark Henry: Do you wanna like bench press or something man? I think you’ve meant to put the weights on the bar first, let me do it.
With that, Henry heads over to the bar, and slides on two 50kg weights on the bar, one on each side. He then pulls it up, lifting it over, and sets it on the rest for the bar to sit in, and then stands behind the bar to set Kyle.
Mark Henry: You ready?
KO’R: Ready as I’ll ever be.
Kyle reaches up for the bar, and Mark assists it off the bar, but it immediately goes down, and Mark has to catch it from above, and places it back on the bar.
Mark Henry: Baby Steps, I feel ya.
Henry pulls off both 50s, and then places on 1 10 on each side, and then a 5 to follow it, as he pulls it up and allows Kyle to lift the weights. As Kyle pumps the weight suddenly “The Eye of the Tiger” begins to play, and Henry looks around in fright, and the music stops, as Henry has stopped aiding Kyle, and it fell on him. Mark realises this and turns around.
KO’R: Mark…. Save me Mark….
The World’s Strongest Man courteously alleviates the weight, hoisting the bar off of Kyle’s cracked ribs with minimal effort.
KO’R: Oh yeah. I’m feelin’ the burn baby!
He coughs up a mouthful of blood.
KO’R: Eww. Gross. I guess that’s how you know it’s working, huh?
Kyle looks up at Mark, who looks back, concerned.
KO’R: Maybe uh… maybe you should go first. Like an example. A player-coach kinda thing? Ya know? I’m gonna slam one of those Gatorades. I feel like I got a little somethin’ in my throat. Ahhh!
He spits out another quarter-pint of blood, wipes his chin and heads over to Mount Gatorade to get some liquid turquoise refreshment.
KO’R: You want one?
Mark Henry: Sure man, I don’t think that’s rather healthy what you did, but one step towards the power game is one more step taken than the day before I guess.
Kyle throws over a Gatorade, and Mark catches it perfectly in his hand, and snaps off the lid with one swish. He then continues to chug down the whole bottle in one, and then throws it at the ground, hyping himself up for hefty set.
Mark Henry: Watch and learn, man.
Mark ducks underneath the bar, laying underneath and then reaches up for the bar. He then pushes the bar off the block and then continues to count his reps going in on his chest.
Mark Henry: One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten…
MANY MINUTES LATER
Mark Henry: Five hundred seventy two… five hundred seventy three… five hundred seventy four… five hundred seventy five… I’ll put it back…
Mark places the bar back up on the rest as Kyle looks on with shock at the amount he managed to get through, while sipping on a new Gatorade from the pile.
Mark Henry: Kinda hogged it, wanna have a go Kyle?
KO’R: Heck yeah, brother. I’m gonna lift so hard I’ll be sweating Gatorade. Like Vince Carter.
Kyle hits the bench and gets ready to press some weights. Mark assumes the spotter position and the fellas get to work. Those barbells aren’t gonna lift themselves, after all. The workout goes on well Revolution continues elsewhere.
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
Tony Chimel: “Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!”
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner and await the prey.
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.
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Kofi is in the ring to start things off with Big E hypes him up from the side. Boar is starting things for his team and he stands across the ring, tapping his shoulders, standing big and wide to appear like a bigger threat, animal kingdom instincts 101. Kofi doesn't want to be showed up so he walks to the center of the ring and sticks his hand out, asking for a tst of strength. Boar can only laugh under the mask but obliges him. He begin their test of strength with Boar easily taking control. E starts to yell from the sidelines and stomps his feet, making the crowd chant for Kofi. Their yells seem to help him as he starts to gain an advantage. Boar starts to look worried, or we can only assume so since we can't see his face but he reacts by kneeing Kofi in the gut. He then heaves him all the way across the ring! Kofi extends his hand and makes the tag to Big E. E walks in and asks Boar for another test of strength. Boar extends his hand up in the air for it and Big E reaches out. Before he can lace his fingers with Bor's, the World Warrior kicks him right in the gut before lifting him up with a sidewalk slam! He stays on him for the pin.
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Big E kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Of course the World Warriors will do whatever it takes to get an advantage.
Corey Graves: This is for the Tag Team Championships, you have to do whatever it takes to get the win.
Mauro Ranallo: Big E and Kofi Kingston seem to have done pretty well for themselves without resorting to underhanded tactics though Graves.
Corey Graves: You know how they always say there's an exception to the rule. New Day is an anomaly. I mean there's no reason these three goofs should be one of our most popular acts.
Boar brings E back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner. From there he gives him a series of shoulder thrusts before whipping across the ring into the opposite corner. Boar then charges at him but E gives him a bit of the tricep meat to stagger him back a few paces. Boar shakes out some of the cobwebs but Big E runs right out of the corner and cuts him in half with the Gore! Boar holds his stomach and rolls to his corner where Grado makes the tag. He comes in but Big E grabs him by the waist and throws him across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Grado is in New Day's corner and E comes crashing into him in the corner! He tags in Kofi and right away they go for the Midnight Hour. Grado wiggles free though and shoves E from behind, Big E knocking Kofi down and he falls into the ring.
Grado hurries over and picks him back up. He whips Kofi into the corner and collides with a splash. Kingston falls to a seated position and so Grado backs away to get some room. He runs right back after him and hits the Roll and Slice! Kofi is stunned but Grado backs off and waits for him to get to his feet. Kofi slowly but surely rises up and Grado comes forward with the Wee Boot! Kofi ducks it and gives Grado a double chop when he turns around. He then catches Grado with a jab, followed by another, then another, finishing it up with a bionic elbow to complete the Grado Shuffle!
Corey Graves: A Gore from Big E, the Grado Shuffle from Kofi, the New Day really are just a carbon copy of the early World Warriors!
Tom Phillips: I think they're just having some fun at the World Warriors expense.
Corey Graves: Think whatever you want Phillips, I've chosen to open my eyes!
Grado is looking dazed but still fights to his feet. Kofi backs away to the corner and starts thunderclapping, the crowd chanting along with each clap. Grado is finally up and turns around so Kofi looks for the Trouble in Paradise! Grado ducks just in time and when Kofi turns back around, he's kicked in the gut and laid out with the Stevenson Stunner! Kofi ends up flying backwards and rolls out of the ring. Grado rushes to the outside and picks up the dead weight of Kofi, pushing him back into the ring. He slides back in and makes the cover.
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Big E breaks up the pin! Grado stares him down while the ref backs E up. Big E still wants a piece of Grado and tries to get past the ref to no avail. Grado walks over and taunts him before going back to Kofi. He drags him over to his corner and slaps his hands together to make the ref think there was a tag. Boar comes in and they just start stomping Kofi over and over again. Big E stops fighting and just backs off, knowing it's the only way to get the ref focused on them. Grado rolls out of the ring just in time and Boar brings Kofi back up to his feet. Grado grabs both of Kofi's arms and holds him in place while Boar heads to the opposite corner. He taunts Big E before charging forward and destroying Kofi with the Moldovan Splash! Kofi falls to the floor and Boar turns him over and goes for the pin.
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Kofi gets the shoulder up at 2! Boar brings Kofi back to his feet and places him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. It's looking like he's going for the Baconator but we'll never know as Kofi falls behind him and pushes him away, rushed over and making the tag to Big E! Boar looks to cut him off with a Gore but Big E side steps him and Boar goes shoulder first right into the steel ring post! E then grabs him and brings him over to the center of the ring, placing him in the abdominal stretch. From there he starts slapping him in the abs and dancing around, the crowd chanting "New Day Rocks" in tune with the hits. Boar doesn't take too kindly to this and after a few hits, he uses his strength to flip E over with a hip toss! Boar is clearly tired and walks over to tag in Grado.
Corey Graves: I'd tag out of embarrassment as well if I let someone like Big E do that to me.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on Corey, he's just having some fun out there.
Corey Graves: You know what I find fun? Going home with a championship.
Grado waits as Big E gets back to his feet. Once he does, Grado runs past him, grabbing his head and hitting the RK-Grado! Grado tries to go for the pin but E power right away before the ref can even make a 1 count! Grado looks shocked but stays on him, stomping away. E fight through and gets to a vertical base, shoving Grado away and jumping towards his corner, making the tag to Kofi before rolling out to the floor. Kofi comes in and Grado runs at him but Kofi jumps up and hits him with the mushroom stomp! He runs over to Boar and gives him a forearm shot to the face .Boar gets angry and tries to enter the ring but the ref stops him. Grado comes up behind Kofi though and gives him a low blow! The ref is too busy dealing with Boar but Boar backs off as Grado comes over and makes the tag.
Boar comes in and picks up Kofi, placing him on his shoulders once more. Kofi still has enough werewithal to know he's in trouble as he slips behind him and shoves Boar into Grado, the two butting heads. They're slightly staggered while Kofi falls back towards his corner. Big E hops on the apron and makes a blind tag before jumping back down to the floor. Kofi runs back over at them for a double cross body but they catch him in mid air, before tossing him straight up and letting him free fall to the mat. They both back away and stalk their prey as Kofi gets back to his feet, They take off running towards him at the same time and hit the Law of the Jungle! Boar goes to pin Grado but the ref is waving it off. E comes in and so Grado runs at him but Big E cuts him off with the E Train! Boar realizes that Grado isn't the legal man and gets to his feet, He rushes Big E but E scoops him right up over his shoulder, falling down to hit the Big Ending! E then goes for the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, and STILL the UWF Tag Team Champions, The New Day!
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Tom Phillips: New Day are still the champions!
Mauro Ranallo: Can anyone stop the dominate champions?
Corey Graves: One can only hope, God have mercy on our souls.
New Day celebrate another successful title win as the show moves on.
A commercial? What! We haven't seen one of those in years! Pokemon Sword and Shield come out Friday!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match, for number one contendership of the UWF Championship, and it is your main event 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.
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.
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DING DING DING!
As the bell rings, Woods jumps up slightly, and Morrison then finishes up doing some routine pre match stretches. Woods walks along a line, through into the ring, and clicks his neck slightly. Morrison also springs into the ring, and then puts his hands high, and points to it, signalling he wants to get this one started with a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. Woods then goes up and reaches his hand up, locking in with his hand.
Corey Graves: The classic Greco-Roman to get this one underway.
Morrison raises his other hand, which Woods slowly raises his into, and locks it in tight, as the two men slam together shoulders making contact, looking to get the optimum hold. With that though, Morrison brings his leg up and then places it on the abdomen of Woods and then rolls back, making Woods gain into an awkward looking double wrist lock.
Tom Phillips: That must be extremely painful! Look at the torque on his wrists!
Woods quickly stumbles back towards the ropes, and leans on the top one to force the referee to break the hold that Morrison has a grip of. The referee counts as Morrison keeps a hold of the awkward hold up on Wood’s wrists. One! Two! Three! Morrison releases the hold and backs up, as Woods looks slightly heated at the fact he kept a hold of that hold.
Mauro Ranallo: He seems to be taking every chance he can to get a one up on Xavier Woods here.
Corey Graves: Well you need to when number one contendership is at stake Mauro! We could be looking at the next UWF Champion within that very ring.
Woods walks back to the center of the ring and the two men engage in a tie up. Morrison immediately goes after the hand and grabs wrist control, twisting it to deal even more damage to the wrist. Woods backs over to the ropes, grabbing it with his free hand and flipping over to release the pressure and then falls back to hit Morrison with an arm drag. Johnny pops back up only to get taken down with a second arm drag. Morrison decides to slide out of the ring and walk it off but Woods is ready and waiting. He hits the ropes only to come back and dive out with a tope con hilo! Morrison gets taken out the the crowd goes wild as Xavier pumps his fist into the air. He then picks up Johnny and tosses him back into the ring. Johnny rolls over onto his knees and he picks himself up onto them. Woods gets ready to end things already as he comes after him with the Shining Wizard but Johnny grabs onto his leg. He then gets back to a vertical base, making Woods hop up and down to keep his balance. Johnny then pulls him in and hits a backbreaker! Woods arches his back in pain but Morrison shoves him to the mat and makes the pin.
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Wood pops the shoulder up to break the pin! Johnny brings him back up to his feet and hits a quick vertical suplex. Johnny then walks over to the corner and jumps to the top. Woods knows not to be lying on the mat when Morrison is up high to he tries to fight to his feet. As he's getting up however, Morrison leaps off with a dropkick that sends Xavier rolling out of the ring. Johnny comes over and exits onto the apron. Woods tries to take out his feet from under him with a clothesline but Johnny does a cartwheel to avoid it before superkick Woods from the apron! Xavier is dazed as he stumbles around on the outside and so Johnny follows up by springboarding off the ropes with an asai moonsault!
Mauro Ranallo: First it was Xavier Woods taking to the sky and now Johnny Morrison is returning the favor!
Corey Graves: You've got to go all out if you want to become the World Champion so even though these guys can't be 100% after the Elimination Chamber, they're not going to slow down one bit.
Johnny grans Woods and tosses him back into the ring, making sure he's in perfect position near the corner. Morrison comes back into the ring and walks over to the corner. He looks down at Xavier to make sure he's all set before leaping to the top rope with the Cosmic Calamity! Unfortunately for the Guru of Greatness, Woods is able to get his knees up and Morrison goes crashing right into them! Johnny rolls around on the mat holding his ribs as Woods uses the ropes to help him to his feet. Johnny is fighting to get back to his feet but Woods comes rolling over, connecting with the Honor Roll! Morrison is turned inside out as Xavier hooks the leg for the cover!
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Morrison kicks out! He rolls over right away and tries to get up but Woods is having none of it. He gives him a few stomps on the mat until Johnny retreats to the corner. He picks himself up but Woods comes running over with a forearm to the face. He then goes to whip him into the opposite corner but Morrison reverse, sending Woods running himself. Xavier stops himself from colliding with the corner and runs right back at Johnny but Morrison catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Woods is down and so Morrison does a handstand into a cartwheel legdrop across his throat! Johnny stays on him for the pin.
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Woods gets the shoulder up right away.
Mauro Ranallo: Lackadasical cover there by Morrison.
Corey Graves: Johnny's a very flashy wrestler but sometimes it's to his detriment. His moves can look cool but they're not always as effective as a regular maneuver.
Morrison bends down and tries to pick up Woods but Xavier starts punching him in the gut to create some separation. Johnny retaliates with a big european uppercut to knock Woods off balance. The next thing you know, Morrison heads to the ropes, springboarding off them and coming back with the Flying Chuck! Woods gets his head nearly taken clean off as he's laid out in the middle of the ring. Now seeing the perfect opportunity, he drags Woods over to the corner and once again sets him up for the Cosmic Calamity. He jumps up to the top but Woods rolls to the outside. Morrison catches this and lands on his feet right away. Johnny then grabs a hold of the top rope and jumps out with a corkscrew plancha! Or at least he would have had Woods not moved out of the way yet again! Johnny instead lands hard on the mat but fights to get back to his feet. Woods charges him and lifts him up, ramming him back first into the steel ring post! He tosses Johnny back into the ring and climbs up onto the apron and then the top rope. Johnny is too far away and closer to the corner for Woods to reach but Xavier does a tightrope walk towards the center of the ring and then leaps off the ropes with the Limit Break! He drives his elbow right into the heart of Johnny's, moving his arms away from the ropes and hooking both legs for a deep cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Xavier Woods!
Tom Phillips: Do you guys know what this means? Another chance to see the New Day draped in gold!
Corey Graves: God I hope not.
Mauro Ranallo: Regardless, we now know that it will be Ultramantis Black vs Xavier Woods for the UWF Championship at the next pay per view!
Corey Graves: I think you mean the Spectral Dreams Openweight Title there Mauro.
Big E and Kofi Kingston come out from the back to celebrate with Woods, the trio ecstatic at the opportunity for them all to hold gold. They lift Woods onto their shoulder and celebrate as the camera pans upwards to show Ultramantis Black and Dr. Cube in a luxury box, watching over them with the new Spectral Dreams Openweight Title.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Samio & Becky vs DIY - Fauche
Big Show vs McIntyre - Gome
Morrison vs Woods - George/Danny
World Warriors vs New Day, Dar/Havoc vs Ligero/Shibata - Danny
