Post by Danny on Nov 21, 2019 5:13:07 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we have a great show. In singles action, Shibata takes on Drew McIntyre
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action, Tessa got her wish for competition as she takes on former Television Champion The Big Show.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag action, the debuting Strong Dragons versus the team of Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn and the World Warriors versus the Usos.
Corey Graves: And in our main event it’s Johnny Morrison versus Ultramantis Black! But first we've got an exclusive look at just how Noam Dar is preparing for Shibata.
The camera exits the arena and opens up to a pre-recorded segment set in a busy street in Manhattan where a car can be seen pulling up outside a building. The driver steps out to open the passenger door and out steps Noam Dar. The Scotsman takes a moment to examine the surroundings before heading inside the building. The camera follows and Dar can be seen entering an elevator. After a few seconds of doing its thing, the elevator opens up on another floor and Dar steps out into an office layout where he is greeted by a smiling receptionist.
Receptionist: Good morning sir, how can I help you today?
Noam Dar: The name's Dar, and I've got an appointment tae see... him.
Receptionist: Excellent, please just head down the hallway to the room at the end, he's expecting you.
Dar follows the instruction and makes his way down the hall. The walls are covered in various sports promotional material, including some past UWF PPV and superstar posters. As Dar approaches the room at the end, he opens the door and goes to take a seat. The room is empty, but just as Dar has settled down, footsteps are heard coming from behind him, and a voice off camera begins to speak.
??: First of all I'd like to thank you for arranging this meeting in the correct manner. We're all about proper communication here, none of this incessantly hanging around at the front door of the building and hoping for a quick scoop nonsense.
Noam Dar: Well I've long been a believer that good first impressions go a long way. Particularly in an industry that's as ruthless as this one.
??: Very wise, but with that being said I'm pretty sure you didn't come all the way to New York City for the sole purpose of exchanging pleasantries.
The sound of the door shutting can be heard, and the voice that was speaking then enters the frame and takes a seat opposite Dar...
Paul Heyman: So tell me Noam Dar. What brings you to the offices of Heyman Hustle today?
Noam Dar: Cards on the table, I've come here with a business proposition for you. You see for months now I've been working night and day tae try and build up the Supernova brand, and so far it's been a relative success. Posters, t-shirts and the like have all aided the growth process, and my acquisition of the UWF Intercontinental Championship also gave a boost tae the numbers. But despite all that, its still not enough. I want more, I deserve more, in my dreams I see an entire world that recognizes and appreciates the Supernova influence. So how do I make that dream a reality? Promotion, and who better tae turn tae than the best promo guy in the business...
Paul Heyman: And what that tells me is that you are one of, if not the smartest man currently currently performing on UWF television at present. Smart and exceptionally talented, only a moron would deny it. You've got all the building blocks to help get you to the top, the only thing you need is the guidance to aid you in putting them in the right places. Could I be that guidance? My answer to that is to look at what I did for Cesaro. He took my expertise, ran with it, and low and behold he made it to the top of the frickin' mountain. There's a reason why this name comes with a reputation, and it's the same reason why we're sat here having this discussion. So it goes without saying, with me in your ear, the sky is the limit for the number of great things we could do.
Dar likes what he's hearing and responds with a smile and a nodding motion, but Heyman has more to add.
Paul Heyman: However... As great as that would be from a business standpoint, on a personal level, I currently have no desire nor immediate urge to set foot in a UWF arena at the present time. My reasons are my own, and whilst I can understand that will be incredibly disappointing and no doubt frustrating for you, I kindly ask that you respect my wishes at this time. But with that being said, you're a nice guy Mr Dar, and I couldn't live with myself if I let you leave here completely empty handed. So as a genuine token of my appreciation, please allow me to pass on some wisdom.
Noam Dar: I'm listening...
Paul Heyman: You are more than capable of growing an empire by yourself. You've got the looks, the attitude, and the actions to back it all up. The only thing you need is someone to help you out with the dirty work that is quite frankly below you. Someone who can hype you up, carry your bags, and is capable of is ticking all the right boxes that fit your agenda. Now if I were you, I'd see if there's someone suitable out there that is best placed to help you in overcome this next threat to your Intercontinental Championship. Perhaps a person that knows your opponent? Or knows his culture at the very least. Take the time to consider your options before making a decision, and whatever you do, don't go breaking the bank on someone until they've proven their worth to you. Those are my two cents on the matter, but it's your call at the end of the day.
As Heyman says his piece, Dar takes a few moments to ponder his thoughts before readying a response.
Noam Dar: Not gonna lie, I don't like your decision, and I think you're making a very big mistake by not getting in on this, but I do accept and respect your choice. And at least me leaving here with some food for thought is better than leaving with nothing at all. Mr Heyman, thank you for your time.
Both Dar and Heyman rise from their chairs and share a handshake.
Paul Heyman: The pleasure was all mine Mr Dar. Good luck to you, I'll be watching...
The feed then fades to black and returns to the live show.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Tessa and Show get out of their respective corners. Show tries to warn her this is her last chance before he starts the equal rights, but Tessa is telling him to bring it. Big Show tries again to warn her, and to the dismay of himself, gets a big slap across his lower jaw. Show's head jerks sideways as he looks at Tessa with a smile, tongue punching his cheek. She does it again, and then begins to lay a bunch of slaps onto his chest which have no effect on him. Tessa tires herself out before Big Show says "You done?" then shoving her down to the ground.
Mauro Ranallo: Showing no respect to Tessa, here.
Corey Graves: I don't approve of this, not at all. It may be 2019, but this is pure wrong.
Tessa has a look of disbelief and disgust. She gets back to her feet and gets in Big Show's face before he hoists her up on his shoulder as she is banging on his back with fists and swinging her legs to get free. He's smiling ear to ear as he lugs her around, toying with her. She gets sick of this and begins to elbow the back of his head staggering him. She keeps going until he drops her and goes to hold his head. Tessa comes running in with a Dropkick to the legs to take him to a knee. He falls to a knee as she gets up and goes for a quick snap DDT. Big Show is down as she tries her best to roll him over into the cover.
ONE!
T—
KICKOUT AT 1!
Tessa goes flying as Show pushes her over of him. She lands flat on her stomach before both staggering to their feet. Tessa makes it up first to the disdain of the crowd and comes running at Show with a knee to the gut. Show hunches over as she wraps him in a headlock. She tries running off the ropes for a Tornado DDT but Show counters it into a BIG Back Body Drop. Tessa lands hard on her back before swiftly, but stumbly, getting back to her feet.
Show comes in with a hand on her throat and wrapping her arm over his shoulder. He lifts her up for the Chokeslam, but Tessa hops out and behind Big Show before kicking the back of his calf. She begins laying sidekicks to the leg trying to weaken the Giant down. Show finches with every shot before falling back to a knee. Tessa then begins laying in elbows into his head and goes to runs the ropes. When she turns back around for the rebound, Show is there to catch her for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Tessa cries out in pain as Show is done messing around. He grabs her by the head and just chucks her.
Corey Graves: Come on, really!? That's uncalled for!
Mauro Ranallo: He chucked her like a discus!
She flies over to the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to regain herself, setting herself in the corner. Big Show walks over puts his hand on her chest before yelling "Equality, bitch!" and then he lays a big chop over her chest. She cries out in pain as she walks out of the corner.
Corey Graves: Disrespectful! This is completely wrong!
Tom Phillips: Tessa wanted to hang with the big boys, well, she gets to hang with the biggest boy in the UWF.
Big Show lines her up from the corner as she turns back to face him. Big Show comes running out for the Spear, but Tessa Leapfrogs over him. Show hits nothing but the canvas as he stumbles back to his feet and turns around into a Stunner! Show is standing though as he is groggy. Tessa sees this and locks him into a reverse headlock and goes running towards the rope for a Slingshot Bulldog! Big Show counters by pushing her off and she falls on her bum. When Tessa gets up, she almost gets surprised with a Spear but Tessa has it scouted and side steps it. The ref takes the Spear for her.
Mauro Ranallo: THE REF GETS TAKEN OUT!
Show has a look of shock as he tries to make sure the ref is okay. He can't worry too long as he knows he still needs to worry about Tessa. He gets up and turns around straight into an excruciating pain in his groin from a kick to his balls. Show has a face of anguish as Tessa has a big smirk. She uses her hand pushes Show by the face which causes his to fall. She lightly slaps the ref awake as she goes over to Big Show and covers. She puts her feet on the rope but the ref is groggy, so he doesn't notice it.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, TESSA BLANCHARD!
Tessa gets up and taunts to the crowd to pure boos to how she won that match. She smiles big as she hops down from the rope and walks around the ring arms spread wide before Revolution rolls on.
The cameras open upon Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa sat in the locker room. The pair look utterly fed up by the circumstances they have faced in the past few weeks..
Johnny Gargano: You alright, pal?
Tommaso Ciampa: Tsh.. do I look alright to you? I’m sick to goddamn death of losing our matches. I mean, we nearly drove the nWo out of this place and we were unstoppable months ago, I just don’t know what is going on with us right now… maybe it’s time to hang this shit up y’know? My knee is obviously still in the healing process quite clearly and maybe we came back too soon?
Johnny Gargano: Are you kidding me? Since we’ve come back, we’ve had #1 Contenders matches..
Tommaso Ciampa: Which we lost..
Johnny Gargano: Yeah but we still carried on, right? We lose and we push through, that’s what we’ve always done and you want to quit because of a bad knee? Where’s that Psycho Killer gone, huh?
Ciampa has taken blatant offence to what Gargano just said. He stands up and gets in his partner’s face.
Tommaso Ciampa: What’d you say, pretty boy? Where’s the Psycho Killer gone? Oh trust me, he’s still in there. How about Johnny Wrestling? Where’s he disappeared to? All I see is the Johnny that I knew when I first met him on the indie circuit when he was nothing but a dumb ass from Ohio who tried to make the big leagues with $5 in his wallet. More like Johnny the Jobber.
Johnny Gargano: Wow… well that dumb ass made it didn’t he? That dumb ass dragged you along for the ride and now look at us. We made it, Tommy.
Tommaso Ciampa: I brought you here, you didn’t bring me into this company. I worked my ass off with Project: Ciampa. Hell, I nearly won the Rumble. We nearly became tag champs, Johnny. Now, ask yourself why? I’ve been asking myself why for 7 months, and I realised! Probably because you don’t want this anymore, Johnny. You just wanna go live on a ranch with Candice and move on with your life. So fine, go do it. I’m done with the UWF, I’m done with doing it myself.
Johnny Gargano: I’m the one that doesn’t want this? You’re the one who just quit, dickweed. So, you do me a favour. You take that attitude and bring into the ring. I knew the Psycho Killer was in there somewhere. It’s about time he came back.
Tommaso Ciampa: Wait, you wanted for me to get angry?
Johnny Gargano: There’s my little Psycho Killer!
Johnny wraps his arms around Ciampa who shakes his head.
Johnny Gargano: Sooooo, can we go win those UWF tag titles now?
Ciampa just nods his head slightly at Johnny. DIY head for the locker room door.
As Ciampa reaches for the door he twists the knob, but is pushed head first into the slightly ajar door. Gargano puts his fist up at the mystery attacker, Not paying attention to behind him his leg is chopped out by a slightly smaller attacker, Moving too quick to see the culprits on home video. Gargano is lifted to his feet as both attackers enter the camera frame, They lay fist into the stomach and ribs of Gargano, Both attackers are revealed to be wearing face masks and hats hiding their identity, they whip Gargano back first into lockers…
Things look grim for DIY but Ciampa tackles one of the attackers to the ground, The other attacker reacts by attacking Ciampa with wild shots, The brawl intensifies as Gargano holding his ribs jumps back into the fight gaining a two on one advantage for a slight moment before the other attacker gets into the fight pulling Gargano of his partner, All four men begin trading blows as the brawl spills out of the locker room…
Gargano is tackled back first into an equipment box as Ciampa gets tackled onto another one, The attacker mounts Ciampa as he begins throwing down punches into the face of Ciampa. The attacker is pushed off as the brawl continues moving through the backstage area...
The brawl moves to Guerilla position as Ciampa and Gargano fall backwards as the attackers get the advantage. DIY scramble to their feet they go the attackers but they have their numbers Gargano met with a knee to the chest and Ciampa has his knee kicked in. They spill out onto the entrance ramp as Gargano is pushed to the edge of the ramp as he is hit with a stray shot which puts him off balance causing him to fall off the ramp, A thud is heard throughout the arena as the attacker is stunned...
Ciampa is falling backwards towards the ring, The attacker keeps up the pressure with shots to the neck and head of Ciampa. Gargano is out as the attacker looks down and jumps off the ramp moving elegantly through the air, The attacker lands a near perfect swanton bomb onto Gargano causing both to crash through the supports below…
Ciampa gets in the ring as he is caught around the neck as the attacker jumps backwards taking Ciampa with him hitting a perfect spanish fly, Ciampa is down as the crowd are impressed by the move, The attacker moves up the turnbuckles as he sits on the top rope he begins to stand before jumping and rotating like a madman possessed, The man comes crashing down hard hitting him with a stiff 630 senton…
The attacker gets to his feet wiping his mouth as his partner comes down to the ring holding their back bringing a chair, Their smiles widen as they look down at Ciampa who is stirring from the senton, They pull Ciampa to the center of the ring as the place Ciampa’s bad leg between the chair and pushing it up into under his knee. The smaller masked man gets on the top rope before leaping off and sending both feet into the chair causing it to bend around the bad knee of Ciampa as a snap and pop is heard, The two men kick Ciampa out of the ring who is crying in agony. They look to each other before removing the mask and hat, The attackers reveal themselves to be Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard. The pair smirk at the damage they have done, as they leave the ring they throw their masks onto Tomasso Ciampa who is now completely screaming for help; A state which we have never seen him in before. Gargano's lifeless body is still stuck at the side of the ramp. Guevara and Buzzard have arrived and taken out DIY. They leave the arena to a shower of boos as Ciampa and Gargano are tended to by UWF Medical personnel. The shot fades..
*we see Jimmy, relaxing, being with his back being supported by a wall*
Jimmy: Hey everyone how are you doing?. It's me, the TV Champion, Jimmy Havoc. I am here to show you something.
*Jimmy grabs the mask that he stole of Ligero after last week's tag match*
Jimmy: You'll probably be like "wow Ligero's mask, it's not like we saw you stealing it from Ligero last week". Well, that is not what i wanted to show you, but that i am grateful for Ligero. You see, Ligero was really affected after failing to get a IC Title match, you've seen how he is now. Well, i thought "what if Ligero was able to touch the TV Title?". And that's when the mask enters in play, considering that the mask technically is part of Ligero because for luchadores, masks are important for them and masks could be seen as faces of the luchadores like Ligero. To resume it, i'm going to touch my title with his mask so at least Ligero, in some way, is able to touch a title so at least he doesn't feel as bad as before.
*Jimmy touches the TV Title with Ligero's mask*
Jimmy: Bye bye everyone. I am a good friend, aren't I?
*the segment ends with Jimmy putting Ligero's mask between his waist and the TV Title*
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.
Ranallo: Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I may detect a certain edge to Shibata tonight, even more so than usual.
Phillips: I think you're right, Mauro. He's probably been stewing over last week's outcome and has been chomping at the bit to get back in the ring and back into the winner's circle.
Graves: There's a fine line between Shibata's level of focus and obsession, though, and if he zeroes in on "sending a message" instead of just doing what he needs to in order to win, he could sabotage himself.
Ranallo: Excellent point, Corey. The Wrestler didn't mince words this week when bringing up McIntyre's spotted history, and augmented the narrative of this contest with the promise to give Drew the life-changing kind of beating that Shibata thinks he needs.
Shibata continues to stare down the ramp when the next song hits.
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...
Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to ring by TAKA Michinoku... from Ayr, Scotland... weighing in at 265 ponds... Drew McIntyre!
Drew gets to the apron as he leaps up onto the apron a massive feat from the six foot eight bohemeth. Drew takes a look around the crowd and sizes up his 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...
Ranallo: McIntyre is also coming into this one off a loss but a win over the current number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship would surely catapult him into the title picture.
Phillips: We've seen McIntyre hold UWF gold before. Just over a year ago he became the Prime Time Champion and at that time it seemed like he was guaranteed to be the next big thing. The Scottish Psychopath has had his ups and downs since then but under the guidance of TAKA Michinoku, he's looking to make a push back to the top again.
Graves: Shibata accused McIntyre of habitually dropping the ball when faced with big opportunities. Shutting up The Wrestler with a definitive win tonight would do wonders for Drew's career.
Shibata gets to his feet and stares across the ring at McIntyre. From the apron, TAKA offers up some last words of wisdom before heading down to the floor in his man's corner. Chimel bails and the Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING
Fuck a lock up, these blokes go broke from the bell. Shibata dashes in and straight up boot homie in the face. But Drew's head is made out of Scottish genetics and gets a natural +1 defensive modifier. I wouldn't say that he laughs or even shrugs it off, but is a veritable no sell. Then he's all like "oh would like your receipt?" BAM! Forearm shiver to the face. And because he listened to Luke Thomas this week, he knows that by leaving your hand open, rather than closing your fist when delivering an elbow strike, the tendon doesn't cover the bone and so its sharper and hurts more.
Shibata stumbles back but quickly regains his balance before launching a Cro Cop-esque headkick up at his foe's dome. McIntyre bats the foot away with one arm then goes to strike with the other. Shibata parries, introduces a knee to Drew's tummy and then a European Uppercut to his chinny chin chin. The Scottish Psychopath's head recoils. He blinks twice then gets back to work, firing off a quick one-two to the breadbasket and punctuating the combo with headbutt!
Again, Shibata loses a couple paces. With enough space in between to get something going now, Drew builds up some speed as he sprints forward. Its a running knee to the Wrestler's guts followed by a double ax-handle club to his back once he's doubled over. Katsuyori almost falls to a knee but that trademark tenacity kicks in and he just pops right up and slaps Drew across the face. Hard. Drew's face turns on a swivel and now its his turn to lose a step. The crowd's all like "oh snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap" when Mac turns back around for the intense staredown.
Ranallo: This one might be a little hard hitting...
Graves: Sheesh. Ya think?
Time for the ol' shot for shot. Drew dares Shibata to give him his best shot. The Wrestler obliges and gives that dude a chop to the chest that would fell a sequoia. McIntyre grimaces, but he takes it like it vitamins before bed. Not to be outdone, Katsuyori demands the Scottsman's finest and of course Drew is more than happy to acquiesce. Drew launches an arm into Shibata's chest the same way his ancestors tossed cabers. Aggressively. The brutish blow would collapse the chest cavity in on a normal human, but Shibata's high-dairy diet during his young lions days reinforced his bones with some extreme calcium fortification. The man is practically Wolverine.
McIntyre seems shocked / disappointed / mystified that Shibata just walked through the attack so he upps the stakes. He points to the ropes and tells the man from the Land of the Rising Sun to get a run in before his next one. Shibata does just that, running the ropes and bouncing back before coming in and landing a vermicious lariat right across Mac's impeccable pecs. McIntyre braces himself with a step back but otherwise weathers the storm. Shibata nods, admittedly a bit impressed, before commanding McIntyre to follow his lead in this most physical rendition of a game of HORSE.
The former Prime Time Champ hurries off to the ropes. He rebounds off of the cables and hustles right back to where he started from, even getting a little wind-up into that lariat before landing it. Katsuyori one-ups Don Quikote when he survives the windmill attack with the embarrassment of being toppled. Dismayed, Mac shoves he with two palms to the chest. Shibata takes umbrage to that shiz and gets right up close and personal, nose-to-nose, tip-to-tip.
Meanwhile, down in the blue corner, TAKA is screaming at Drew not to fall into Shibata's gameplan.
Phillips: Coach Michinoku beside himself here at ringside. He knows Shibata better than most, and whatever faith he has in the abilities and training of Drew McIntyre, he also must know that the easiest way to win this match will be to avoid a slugfest with The Wrestler.
Graves: I wouldn't question the philosophies of TAKA or whatever gameplan he's come up with for this match, but if anyone can go toe-to-toe with Shibata it's the Scottish Psychopath.
Shibata goes for a forearm strike, but evidently Drew snaps out of his bloodlust to follow some advice from his cornerman. He catches the arm, wraps it over his shoulder and promptly flings Shibata overhead with a Snap Suplex. Back hits canvas with a sickening splat and Drew quickly rolls over on him for a cover...
1...
2...
Shibata burts outta there just after two but in the scramble to get back up, Mac drags him back down, sinks in a chinlock and augments the torment by driving his right knee into Katsuyori's spine for added pressure.
The Wrestler grinds his teeth and shuts his eyes. He lets the pain in. Absorbs it. Understands it. Believes it and finally becomes it. Now he is the pain and the pain can't hurt him. His eyes open with a new, fire-filled rage. He levels up. Reaching behind his head, he grabs hold of McIntyre's substantial dome so he's holding it in like a three-quarter front facelock type thing. Shibata then propels himself upward like a rocket launching from Cape Canaveral, only to drop right back down, effectively executing a stunner on his opponent.
True to its name, the maneuver stuns Drew and sends him back staggering and dizzy. Shibata kip-ups, runs to the ropes and comes charging back at the dazed and confused Scot. Drew has the wherewithal to sidestep out of harm's way. Shibata blows past, hits the far ropes, and then the Kats came back. But this time, Drew catches him on the come-by with a hug of sports before using all that momentum to twirl him around before landing a picture-perfect Black Hole Slam! It hits so hard that a hole is punctured in the space-time continuum. Bah gawd. Mac makes himself a cover...
1...
2...
Shibata kicks out for the second time tonight, but with a little less pep this time around. Galloway gets up to one knee and looks down at his opponent. He mutters something - its inaudible under the roar of the crowd but the look on his face suggest it wasn't very nice.
Ranallo:Drew McIntyre talking some trash in there now.
Graves: Well Shibata had a lot to say in the lead-up to this and now McIntyre is proving him wrong. He's a proud man and I think The Wrestler crossed a line.
TAKA is smiling and clapping and cheering his dude on from the corner. McIntyre scrapes Shibata off the canvas, pulling him up by the scruff of the neck. Whatever his intentions are, his next move is cut off by a desperate strike to the stomach by The Wrestler. Drew releases him and doubles over, giving Shibata time to send a knee up into his nose. The strike corrects Mac's posture when the impact to the head puts him upright. Shibata follows up with a close range lariat to the high chest, but again, the move fails to drop the Scottish Pscyhopath, much to the astonishment of everyone present.
Phillips: Comparisons have been made between McIntyre and the Terminator before. He's a hard one to put down.
Ranallo: You can say that again! There aren't many men on this roster who have taken hits like that and survived a three count, much less stayed standing.
Graves: Shibata hasn't taken McIntyre off of his feet once yet.
Shibata keeps trucking along. Again, he goes to the ropes, but this time as he connects looking for that rebound, TAKA reaches up to grab a foot. He misses, but Katsuyori notes the distraction. He turns and scowls down at Michinoku, he puts his hands up to demonstrate his innocence when the Referee also comes over to chastise him. The manager backs off and Shibata gets back to work. Spinning around, he aims to take another crack at the Scot but finds himself greeted with a Claymore Kick! The size fifteen boot nearly takes his head off his shoulders while his consciousness is eradicated! McIntyre lands next to him then hastily shoots the half...
Phillips: That distraction from TAKA just cost Shibata the match!
1...
Ranallo: This is completely unacceptable! This is bogus!
2...
Shibata kicks out at two! The crowd can't believe it! And neither can McIntyre or his manager! The latter is slack jawed in surprise while Drew looks absolutely furious. He glares daggers at the Ref fore what he surely believes to be a slow count before picking up Shibata to finish the job. As he pulls Shibata to his feet, though, Katsuyori musters what little bit of brain power he has left at the moment to launch a starch-stiff palm strike into McIntyre's chest before giving him a look like "is that all you got?"
Ranallo: Epstein didn't kill himself but Shibata might if he insists on provoking McIntyre any more!
Graves: Yeah. Shibata's too hard-headed for his own good. He has a title match to worry about. Live to fight another day. This one is clearly going the other way, and sometimes when the stakes aren't as high as say a pay-per-view championship match, its best to prioritize self-preservation. People always question why those big matches last longer and guys withstand bigger moves, well here's a little trade secret - there's more motivation. If you're wrestling a hundred matches a year, you can't be a hero in all of them. It's just not possible. Shibata needs to understand that.
Phillips: That's just not the way he's wired.
Graves: Then McIntyre is going to make short work of him, because this is the most dangerous version of the Scottish Psychopath I've ever seen and frankly, Shibata isn't prepared for it.
McIntyre isn't pleased with the slap and he shows it by stomping his boot right into Shibata's stomach. Once he's bent over, Mac hooks a shoulder and pulls The Wrestler straight up before driving him right back down with a Michinoku Driver. TAKA gives him a thumbs up in endorsement but Drew isn't finished yet.
Ranallo: He calls his version of that the "Ólta Driver" and with the added foot in elevation, it might be even deadlier than the original.
Phillips: But he isn't going for the cover...
He picks up Shibata without even trying for a pin, hooks his arms behind his back, tucks him in close and proceeds to baptize him with a Future Shock DDT. Katsuyori's skull goes into the canvas like a Hilti firing a nail into concrete. McIntyre rolls him over and puts a hand on his chest for an arrogant but definitive cover...
1...
Shibata kicks out at one. The crowd loses their collective stuff.
Ranallo; MAMA MIA! SHIBATA KICKS OUT AT ONE! I CAN'T EVEN!
Graves: Unbelievable...
McIntyre rolls away. The confidence is gone. He looks like he's seen a ghost. But just for a second. He goes to in to finish the job, knowing he must be so so so close. One last time, he pulls Shibata to his feet but before he can do a gosh dang thing, Shibata headbutts him as hard as he can. Drew is knocked silly, but Shibata doesn't stop. He follows with a quick combination of strikes that all land flush before adding another headbutt, then another, and another. McIntyre falls to a knee and The Wrestler nails him with a snap kick the side of the head. McIntyre remains kneeling, but leaves himself open for a Penalty Kick, and that's exactly the maneuver Shibata executes!
Phillips: P.K.! Shibata is clawing his way back from the edge of defeat!
Ranallo: What a gutsy show of... of... guts!
Even Mauro's at a loss for words when Shibata collapses on top of McIntyre following the kick. In a Thesz-Press style full mount, Shibata reigns down with elbow strikes. McIntyre puts his arms up defensively and rocks back and forth to avoid being pinned, but all that falls apart when Shibata just starts dropping more headbutss like a meteor shower. They soon smash through the defenses and start cracking down on Mac's forehead. Whatever damage Katsuyori is taking for his part, he's ignoring it even as blood trickles down his face. He doesn't stop smashing heads even as McIntyre goes limp, and the Ref starts counting his downed shoulders...
HEADBUTT!
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HEADBUTT!
2...
HEADBUTT
3...
DING DING
THE WINNER...
KATSUYORI SHIBATA!
Shibata rolls off, exhausted and beat up and barely able to stand. TAKA pulls McIntyre out of the ring and helps him to the back, looking all kinds of horrified and disappointed. The Ref raises Shibata's arm in victory before The Wrestler collapses against the nearest set of ropes.
Ranallo: I don't know if I've ever seen so much violence in physicality jam-packed into a five minute match.
Graves: McIntyre through everything shy of the kitchen sink at Shibata. He was dead set on proving him wrong. He was out to remind the whole UWF Universe just who the hell Drew McIntyre is.
Phillips: And we saw it. But we also saw that Katsuyori is every bit as a much a survivor as he is a killer. That was a brutal finish. Brutal.
Ranallo: Our current IC Champ is as cunning as they come, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's second guessing his chances against The Wrestler right now.
With his music playing and the fans offering up an impressed ovation, Shibata stumbles his way up the ramp and to the back. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera cuts in, to see Mark Henry aiding up Kyle O’Reilly, doing some lighter weights than were used last week, in Strong Dragons Dojo. Kyle finishes up his rep, and Mark aids up the bar up to the rest. As Mark gets it on, Kyle swings upwards, immediately swiping the Gatorade to the left of him, and wiping off the sweat with his right arm.
KO’R: Wowzers man. That’s some heavy lifting.
Mark Henry: Eh… baby steps as I said last week Kyle, you’ll make it eventually. I have no doubt you’ll eventually have the amount of power that you need to be formidable to bring the power game.
KO’R: Power game? I’m pretty friggin sure I got some power game already dude.
Mark Henry: Patience! You can not channel what you do not really know. You must not only feel you have the power game, you must know it! And show it. And wave it all about, and do the Hokey Cokey and whatnot.
KO’R: I mean, yeah, you’re the expert. But I’ve got like four-and-half abs that I barely even have to flex to get them to pop out.
Suddenly a ruffle is heard, and the two men suddenly look towards the door in confusion. With this, the door swings open, and a silhouette is seen.
??: How do you feel about your upcoming matchup with Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn?
Both Henry and O’Reilly sigh a sigh of relief at the realisation that it isn’t them getting robbed or the popo coming to raid their stash of Gatorade.
Mark Henry: For goodness sake, you scared the life out of me! Couldn't you knocked? Or read the sign, god forbid you would’ve.
Renee looks back, on the front of the door to see what it says on the door, and it reads just under their statement of “no pain, no gain”, “no girls allowed” clear in crimson.
KO’R: Ugh. Renee. Seriously? This is a gentlemen’s club. It says so right on the door. Mark is four hundred pounds of sexual chocolate and we don’t need the effing babes distracting him from his routine. So just… like… ask your questions and scram, okay?
Shrugging off Kyle’s discourteous little tirade, the industry’s finest backstage interviewer dives right in.
Renee: With your first match on Revolution as a unit, how do you feel ahead of your matchup with Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch?
Kyle tosses an empty Gatorade bottle over his shoulder and gets started on taping up his wrists. He stares deep into the mid-distance as he slowly slips in his shadow zone.
KO’R: How do I feel? Oh I’ll tell ya how I feel. I was all nice and polite and respectful to those two and then they come out and start calling us names and making fun of us and all that like… like… like they’re the cool kids in school and they think we’re just a buncha dorks. We’re not dorks, Renee. We’re Dragons. Strong Dragons. Honestly, right now I feel like I could rip each and every last one of their pretty little red hairs out one by one and shove it down their dumb ugly throats! And after that…
Mark Henry: Hey hey, dial back. They’ll probably see this, and they have feelings too.
KO’R: I could give a heck about their feelings. But fine. Fine. We’re looking forward to out big debut and putting the brand on the map.
Renee: The “brand”?
KO’R: “ThE bRaNd?”
O’Reilly is tremendously condescending in his mimicry.
KO’R: Yeah. “The brand”. Strong Dragons. Every kid on the planet earth is gonna wanna be wearing a Strong Dragons tee shirt tomorrow at school. But after that it’s gonna be action figures. Video games. We might even get on Arrow. The friggin sky is the effing limit. If I learned anything from Larry, it’s that you gotta sell your brand. Sweet n’ Sour? The nWo? Ring any bells? Just you wait and see. Strong Dragons is the next big thing and we’re gonna go out there and show you why. As men… as men we’re flesh and blood. We can ignored. We can destroyed. But as a symbol? As a symbol we can be incorruptible. We can be everlasting.
Renee: How nice for you.
Kinda sick of whatever the hell is Kyle is talking about, Young zeroes in on his partner.
Renee: Mark, your opponents have pointed out that your official ranking as the “World’s Strongest Man” was a title attained over a decade ago and went so far as to suggest that the moniker might no longer be relevant. How would you respond to that?
Mark Henry: Bullshit they have, they ain’t got enough power between them to snap a twig- I mean… they have a lot of “interesting” thoughts and points they’re bringing to the table, but I would “respectfully” decline these claims and tell them to shut they damned mouths.
Renee: Alright, I know you guys have a match right away so just one last question - should you win tonight, do you plan on calling for a title shot immediately or will you try and rack up a few more wins in the division first?
KO’R: Pfft. It’s not a deep division Renee. We can clean it out before we get the titles or after. But after we run through Bami, it’s gonna actually be pretty obvious that not only do we deserve the next shot, but that we’re gonna be the ones to beat the New Day for the belts. Might as well get it out of the way now. Quick like a band-aid. Or an insulin injection. Right Mark?
Mark Henry: That is potentially correct info, but c’mon man you gotta dial it back. We’re “new on the block” we’ve gotta give them hope that they still stand a chance against the power game. We wouldn’t want them to instantly start doubting their formidably.
Renee: Well, thanks for your time and good luck in your debut.
KO’R: Cool. Bye.
Kyle rolls his eyes as Renee leaves. He watches her leave, and then turns to Mark.
KO’R: I thought the sign was gonna be enough, but looks like we need to bulk up security around here before some other broad comes in here and heists Mount Gatorade.
The cameras open up to a live feed backstage where Noam Dar has just arrived at the arena.
Noam Dar: So as you all saw earlier, I met up with Paul Heyman this week tae discuss a potential business partnership between the two of us. And whilst we may have been unable tae agree on terms, that doesn't mean the meeting was unproductive, because Paul was still willing and able tae pass on some key advice which will indeed prove beneficial tae all things Supernova in the long run. With all of that in mind, I searched night and day for the person who I could bring in tae help me in my quest for global recognition and reward, and I'm happy tae report that my efforts were not in vain. So without further ado, allow me tae introduce you all tae the newest member of the Supernova Squad...
Dar takes a step back to open the door, and on the other side lies...
To the surprise of everyone, it's Kikutaro who has aligned with Dar. The man from Japan looks absolutely delighted to be on Revolution, but as he tries to come through the door in order to formally introduce himself to the camera, he somehow manages to get his hand caught on Dar's bag handle and ends up losing his balance and tumbling straight down to the floor. Dar looks down at his new associate and seems to sigh slightly before directing his attention towards the camera again.
Noam Dar: As you can see, I pretty much took Heyman at his word and went with a cheap alternative who's main job will be tae do the daily tasks that are quite frankly below me. But don't let first impressions deceive you, Kikutaro here is very much the best man for the job at the present time, especially when you consider that I've now got that great oaf Shibata on my case. Trust me, his knowledge of the Japanese culture combined with my own unique abilities will bring a swift and decisive end tae that boys dreams of becoming champion.
As Dar says his final piece, Kikutaro gets back to his feet, dusts himself down, and begins to speak to the camera.
Kikutaro: I am Kikutaro, and I am thrilled to be here in UWF. I help Noam Dar rule the world! Katsuyori Shibata, you are going down!
And with that 'bold' statement, Kikutaro then begins to laugh whilst Dar just smirks as the camera transitions to another part of the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Sami and Kyle start off the match as the circle the ring looking for a tie up. Kyle reaches his hand out to show he wants to lock up. Sami is skeptical knowing of Kyle's past with Sweeney, but goes against better judgment and ties his hand with Kyle's. Kyle puts his other hand out but going for a fake out kick. Sami flinches away with Kyle with a smile pointing at Sami. "I got you, haha" Kyle says, as Sami shakes it off. They come back to one another and do a Collar And Elbow tie up. Kyle gets the advantage with a Headlock before Sami turns the hold into a Wristlock. Kyle quickly turns it into an Arm Drag but keeps the hold and gets Sami to the ground in a Hammerlock.
Tom Phillips: Starting with a battle of technician! This is a masterclass!
Corey Graves: Yeah, this is pretty good, actually.
Kyle synches the hold as Becky tries to clap to get the crowd on Sami's side. The crowd begin to join the clap, and Sami begins to get to his feet. Sami locks his free hand under the chin and over the head of Kyle and falls for a modified Stunner. Kyle stumbles back as he holds his jaw before he comes running at Sami. Sami counters it with a Drop Toe Hold. Kyle falls flat on his face as Sami is quick to take advantage. He locks Kyle into a Headlock before walking over to his corner where Becky tags herself in.
Mauro Ranallo: Here comes Becky!
Becky gets in the ring as Sami hits a Tornado DDT off of Becky before Becky comes running off the ropes for a Leg Drop on Kyle. Becky makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT 2!
Becky didn't expect that to end the match, but she just wanted to try. She hops to her feet as she goes over to Henry and mocks him by calling him "sexual chocolate." Henry laughs and nods. Telling her she should be focused on the match, not him. Mark was right cause when Becky turned around Kyle comes running in with a knee to the gut. He tags in Henry and throws Becky into the ropes. On the rebound, he his a Back Elbow that stuns Becks, before falling to his stomach and Henry comes flying over with a running Crossbody! Henry stays on for the cover.
Mauro Ranallo: Henry just squashed Becky like she was his sofa after a long day of work!
Corey Graves: Can we, uh, make sure she's alright after that? She may have literally became a pancake.
ONE!
TWO!
SHOULDER UP AT 2!
Henry gets off of her as Becky is gasping for air and writhing on the ground in pain. Henry lifts her up for a Suplex. Becky braces her back as she crawls to Sami. Henry sees this and comes on over and just steps on her back like a bug, making sure she isn't going anywhere. He then gets her in a Gutwrench and Suplexes her again. Sami can't stand to see this as he tries to get in the ring but the ref holds him back. Henry tags Kyle back in and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press. He then dumps him onto Becky, hurting both Kyle and Becky. Henry asks if he's okay and Kyle gives a thumbs up, but you can clearly see he isn't not a thumbs up!
Tom Phillips: I don't think Kyle is as okay as he says.
Kyle gets to his feet and mounts Becky hitting open handed palm strikes on Becky. Becky gets fed up with the strikes and pushes him off. Becky gets to her feet as Kyle runs for a Kitchen Sink but Becks catches it and converts it into an Becksploder! Kyle flies into the corner of neither teams and Becky comes running in with a jumping Forearm. Kyle backs out of the corner as Becky climbs to the second rope. Kyle turns around straight into a missile Dropkick.
Mauro Ranallo: Becky has gotten a second wind!
Becky is going straight fire as she goes over to Kyle and locks in the Dis-arm-her! Sami comes running in the ring, same as Henry. Sami tries to prevent Henry from breaking the hold with a running Helluva Kick, but Henry grabs and pushes Sami's foot towards the submission, and Sami falls and breaks up the hold. Sami rolls back of the ring and Henry lines up Becky with a Shoulder Charge.
Becky is down. Kyle is down. But Sami and Henry are available. Becky and Kyle crawl to their respective corners but Becky was closer and makes the tag first. Sami comes running in and Elbows Henry in the jaw causing him to hop down from the apron. Sami then turns his attention back to Kyle and goes to pick him up, but Kyle rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—
KICKOUT AT 2.9!
Sami has a face of shock as that could've been it for his team. Kyle and Sami both get to their feet and run at each other. Sami tries going for a Clothesline, but Kyle ducks and when Sami turns around, reverses it into the Guillotine Hold. The ref comes in asking if Sami wants to tap but Sami says no. Kyle synches in the hold tight, but before long, Sami slips his arms through and under Kyle's legs and lifts him up into the Blue Powerbomb! Cover!
Mauro Ranallo: HE COUNTERED IT INTO A BLUE THUNDERBOMB!
Corey Graves: This could be it!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
HENRY BREAKS IT UP AT 2.5 WITH A BOOT TO SAMI'S FACE!
Henry is still miffed about the cheapshot as he heads back to the apron. Sami holds his jaw as he works back to his feet. Kyle gets up second but was faster than Sami to strike and lays in a combination of MMA strikes. He then grabs Sami for an Irish Whip into his team's corner, but Sami reverses it into a whip of his own into the enemies corner. Kyle hits the turnbuckle hard as Sami lines him up. Henry tags himself in as Sami comes in for the Helluva Kick, but Kyle is able to avoid it with an elbow that knocks out Sami's lights. Henry is climbing to the top rope as Becky sees the end is nearing and tries hopping into the ring, but before she can get through the ropes, she catches nothing but a knee to the face from Kyle and falls to the outside. Henry takes flight with a Senton onto Sami. Henry lays there for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winners, STRONG DRAGONS!
The men get up and celebrate their big win and debut over Becky and Sami. Becky gets back up to check on Sami as Revolution rolls on.
Drew and TAKA talk amongst each other with TAKA pushing his finger into the chest of the Scottish Psychopath. A camera catching all this as Drew and TAKA recompose before stepping to the camera to say their piece…
"Shibata got the win over Drew. Some call him a monster but I will tell you something and you better listen, Shibata didn't beat McIntyre here tonight. He may of got the 1..2...3 but I'll let you know something that means nothing to Drew McIntyre. My client is still the most dangerous, Most fiendish, The most deadly wrestler in this business and trust me it's no spoiler he is going to take down everyone in our way..."
TAKA points to the camera, Drew looks annoyed as TAKA continues...
"So listen up every punk in the back Shibata pinning Drew means nothing, Drew has no weak links in his armour and I am still standing beside my protegee no matter the cost, Ups and downs are apart of the business but Drew McIntyre is inevitable, I am certain that a guy like Big Show who Drew handed him a lesson in humility didn't get the lesson plan when he came out and attacked Drew two weeks ago before his match with Chris Brookes than last week he took advantage of Drew McIntyre blindsided rage. Drew took one thing from his match with Show that a monster won't stop Drew..."
"No it would take something much more fiendish and much more deadly than Drew..."
Perfectly on cue, the lights in the arena slowly begin cutting out and flickering. There is a mass amount of confusion on the faces of Drew and Taka. Until it is completely dark and we are not able to see a thing. All of a sudden words pop up on the screen...
LET
HIM
IN
The words disappear and the lights come back up… Drew notices that Taka is completely missing. He begins shouting and looking for him. The lights once again flicker out, this time with small flashes in between. Out of nowhere, we can somewhat see McIntyre being blindsided by a figure. We can hear Drew struggling to breath as the figure pushes his hand down his throat. Drew is breathless and goes unconscious. The lights are still flickering at this point as we can now see some features of the mysterious figure.. Blonde dreadlocked hair.. Striped tights.. A mask.. The figure looks to a camera that has been capturing all of the action; He pulls McIntyre by the hair, to a sat up position. He places his hands around the side of head before completely twisting McIntyre’s head the wrong way. The lifeless body of Drew McIntyre hits the floor with an almighty thud as this figure finally reveals themself to the camera. He stands up straight and looks directly into the camera.
'The Fiend' Bray Wyatt: Yowie Wowie.
The figure is revealed as ‘The Fiend’ Bray Wyatt. As he says those two words, the camera cuts to black and the shot transitions…
A voice over echoes over the araena interlaced with sweeping still images of moments in UWF from the last few months...
"The landscape of the UWF has been bleak for some time...
With the likes of Aleister Black and Vinny Marseglia running rough shot over the competition. Unchallenged.
With the horizon of the Tag Team Division all looked like it was going to be just fine, Darkness fell upon the world when Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn stole the titles...
With the new day upon us it was thought it couldn't get any darker but than a shadow cast itself over the Tag Divison, They are named... The New Day...
Tonight for everyone you get your moneys worth seeing the announcment of the beginning of the Golden Age!
The Golden Age for the tag team divison...
The reimursion of two of the greatest UWF ever has seen, the Best Ever and The Prodigy...
Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard..."
The video feed moves backwards seemlessly from the tv to reveal non other than Sammy and Leyton both admiring their vignette...
Sammy Guevara...
"I mean it's nearly perfect but I feel it's just missing something, I can't put my finger on it."
Leyton Buzzard...
"It's like they forgot our beatdown of DIY..."
"That's it. I mean come on it was almost perfect, Us and them and us beating them down it was THE GREATEST..."
"The greatest you say that what future generations will call what we did tonight... They'll know us as..."
Leyton looks up to the lights as he takes a break before quickly exhaling and looking straight to Guevara...
"The Greatest Tag Team Ever..."
Sammy contemplates this name before shaking his head
"Not bad it has a nice ring to it and it's true what more else can you want..."
A crew member catches Sammy's attention as he gestured over...
"Hey you show us that beatdown from earlier tonight... I want to look at Ciampa's face as we broke snapped his knee in half."
"I want to see the sick air time I got when I put Gargano straight to hell..."
"Yes!, Just lets watch the whole thing all over again. "
The two men follow the crew member off camera...
Mauro Ranallo: And now it's time for our main event of the evening!
The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black steps out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
The Devious one enters the ring and Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
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. The smoke clears but there's no Johnny Morrison. The crowd is a bit confused and a few more seconds roll by and they feel like hours. Nobody is quite sure what to make of it until the titantron lights up to show some backstage footage. Johnny Morrison is laid out and Ultramantis starts laughing. Johnny is being tended to by multiple officials as they call out for a doctor. Ultramantis is in the ring and demands for the ref to start the match. The ref's hands are tied and he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Mantis tells the ref to start counting and he reluctantly does so.
Mauro Ranallo: This is ridiculous. Morrison clearly can't compete tonight.
Corey Graves: It's his fault he decided to annoy someone so much that they decided to take matter into their own hands.
Tom Phillips: Oh so we're going to pretend like Dr. Cube and Ultramantis Black had nothing to do with this?
Corey Graves: I hope you don't pull a muscle there with that stretch Phillips.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by count out, Ultramantis Black!
The crowd is booing heavily as Mantis celebrates. He gets handed the title and raises it up high. He's busy celebrating until...
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!
Xavier Woods:I bet it's pretty funny what happened to Morrison back there huh Mantis? How'd you feel if ya boys decided to get some revenge for a fallen colleague?
The New Day surround the ring and hop onto the apron. Ultramantis is looking around at ll three men, seeing which one makes a move first. They all suddenly smile and Big E and Kofi Kingston drop off the apron. Xavier comes into the ring while his partners back away.
Xavier Woods:You see something Ultramantis, we're not like you. I don't need to sneak attack others to gain an advantage. I do my business face to face.
Xavier and Ultramantis stand face to face, staring each other down. Black then backs away and laughs through his mask. He tells Xavier "your time will come" as he exits the ring and heads to the back. Big E and Kofi come into the ring and stand with Xavier. The New Day call for Ultramantis to get back into the ring but the Great and Devious One keeps walking up the ramp, happy to keep them waiting as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Black vs Morrison - Danny
Shibata vs McInyre - Fauche
Sami/Becky vs Strong Dragons, Tessa vs Big Show - Gone
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